#not sure I have a choice though cause I’ve got ideas damnit

[typosandtea]

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That jerk (deacon, tango does NOT like him, he keeps pranking tango) initiates chaos at the castle by starting a snowball fight with tango before he slips away mid fight once it becomes tango v everyone at the castle..

I’ve been sitting on this sketch of a comic of how blind betrayal happens for tango since they are not sole for a while and don’t remember if I’ve shared this..

Was originally for one of the Falloutober prompts but I am not particular happy with the last panel yet so I haven’t finished it but I do plan on fixing it..

WRITING!!

A first draft of a wip with the working title ‘Tango uh oh spaghettio’ (does not feature actual spagettios) it’s mostly vibes at this point but I’m excited about it. It’s also set like 3 days after the comic!

after a very bad week a caravan brings fresh vegetables to the castle, Tango has an idea for doing something nice for once, but they only have so much patience for the shenanigans that friends like theirs brings…

( I had the thought that the castle's kitchen / any kitchen involving a number of the companions would be like bad roommates..)

About a week after the retaking of Quincy and also blind betrayal.

before the gunners plaza drama (so no slick!)

happens over the course of a day.

avoiding mention of seasons or temperatures cause ?????????????????

tango has become knows as someone who likes to cook at the castle, but also pedantic at the state and order of the kitchen fridges and pantry…

This was suppost to be a dot point outline but it’s a bit long now..

a preview of the ending. tango drunk and asleep, with damaged Armour in a now broken by tangos weight bed, Preston pov. companions in various states of drunk, sleepy or food coma. he is reflecting on the week also but what it means for others and is avoiding thinking about how it affects him..

early morning, tango reflecting on the week from hell, alludes to blind betrayal, AND retaking Quincy with Preston. very violent, but mostly reflects on how this affects them.. tango while ruminating is preforming minor checks and repairs to their armour, lamenting the damage, and noting things to fix / repaint, and a possible new paint scheme

tango is interrupted from their day of repairs by Libby asking them to help unload a recently arrived caravan, (they are not pleased) on the walk from the underground portion they've claimed as a small private workshop (its the least the minutemen can do after tango has fixed more than half the castles electronics) (the castle is reasonably established at this point, not quite a year after the slaying of the queen). they notice that the castles mood is quite dour.. despite the recent victory… they pass Preston, he seems withdrawn after the retaking of Quincy, tango has put the dots together that Preston and the gunner in the armour knew each other before he defected.. tango was present for the showdown between Clint and Preston. And because the general is stressed and withdrawn after a victory that's affecting a variety of minutemen. they almost walk into Libby as they stop to talk tango, yapping about how being injured suck and of duty sucks more and how annoying curie is for them to not be working. tango points out as she grabs a box that doesn't this count as working? Libby goes its finnnnneeee and curie spots them at the gate (i build a gate in from the wall you first enter in from) from across the courtyard, and makes a bline for Libby , Libby is hobbling away but curie is faster and Libby is walking away trying to avoid the earful the curie is giving them.. tango laughs at Libby's misfortune..

tango has chat with the caravaner now that they're the only minuteman here. the caravaner mentions that its a good mix but also some fresh healthy vegetables from Warwick, better wash them well whew!! .. tango says noted but private laughs at the older woman's sense of humor.. tango and some of the caravnaers finish unloading the brahmin (with tango noting how gross they think they are and will be glad when they are out of castles courtyard., even if they do have a pen for the things). polite chitchat from the caravaner and with tango distracted by the thoughts of produce.. caravaner mentions seeing increased deathclaw evidence this side of the city. tango absentmindedly agrees to relay this to the general.

tango tries to find someone to help them put all of the stuff away but everyone seems to have scattered in curie (and impending works) wake.. again they are not pleased about this, but gets to hauling boxes of food, cause food waste is unthinkable and a horrific thing to do in their opinion. they wander to the kitchen with 2 boxes, smugly thinking to themselves how people scatter from their path (prideful bastard), the kitchen seemingly empty, but the lights are on.. problem one: breakfast appears to have happened without them while they were unloading the brahmin.. but nobody has done any dishes and food ingredients are scattered about still.. tango is pissed about this and has a moment of rage. vows to bother Preston about it later when hes not so broody.. they get to work putting the fresh food away in the pantry and the fridge array. (thinking about how that could be improved..). when they return with more boxes they are greeted with a minuteman making breakfast. tango intimidates and wordlessly stares them down when they go to leave after putting their dirty plate on the pile .. the minuteman is young and squirms under tangos threatening gaze.. he squeaks out an excuse for being late to watch… tango just stares harder as they scramble to get away.. the dishes put them in a worse mood but the minuteman scrambling is a nice little 'im still scary >:]' ego boost.

tango gets to work on the dishes and falls in a rhythm, get water and soap, clean dishes till no more space, clean 'hands' with high alcohol cleaner, dry dishes and put away, repeat. when they finished and last of the water is poured out, Hancock turns up for breakfast, (its morning proper by this point). Tango tells him kitchens closed,Hancock is hungover and grouchy, tango is always ready to argue, they verbally fight and tango throws a box of fancy lads at him with a fuck off ive just got here ready. (tango and Hancock actually get along ok, both use murder as a tool and tango has run with WAY shadier characters and ghouls don't bother them)

tango is mentally preparing a list for the idea they've had all morning, making spaghetti dinner for everyone.. so far they've got most of the ingredients for spaghetti (pasta: razorgrain flour, cooking oil, water and eggs?; sauce: lots of Tatos, wine (hm only one bottle left..), carrots, mushrooms, variety of herbs (basil, oregano, thyme, rosemary, sage), garlic, onion, meat mince, salt; cheese?? they are NOT using that boxed garbage from blamco and threatens to throw the suggester out.) they realize they they will need to acquire a few ingredients. Eggs, mushrooms, mince, and cheese??? they cant recall this region having cheese.. they realize that they cant get everything on their own in time.. begrudgingly decides to enlist some help.

the help. does a lap around the castle but runs into everyone's scattered. problem from earlier, they are stomping like they are on a mission and cant seem to find anyone (word has spread that they are pissed about the state of the kitchen after breakfast, so they are being avoided) they increasingly mad about not finding people… rounds up curie, with a thankful Libby at the moments peace, until tango enlists them too. also gets a freshly arrived piper, sad danse (bb was a few days ago.). decides against enlisting Hancock since they dont have the patience, and no Ronny since shes busy training. corners the young minuteman who is fearful and prematurely admits to being one of the people leaving to kitchen a mess.. tango is annoyed and surprised, minutemen kicks himself for the slip up. tango recruits them to help.. with everyone now haphazard assembled in the kitchen, tango forms the plan.. piper and curie are to go get some cheese and mushrooms from diamond city, (piper is annoyed as shes just come from DC). Libby and the young minuteman are to acquire eggs from one of the variety of creature nests nearby.. and tango is taking danse to acquire meat.. arguments ensue such as piper suggesting that they use the cheese powder from blamco mac and cheese. tango has another rage moment at the audacity, ruin a good meal with that shit damn >:/ .. piper relents like ooookay (hands up in surrender), curie is not pleased that Libby is working with leg wounds. Libby is annoyed at being cooped up and points out that they are not going far and that shes not alone or helpless. danse is quiet and looks a bit out of it tbh.. curie reins in the arguments like we are running out of daylight and dc is with new missions, people start to split to go..

tango danse and surprise Hancock was eavesdropping! Hancock refuses to be left behind in the hunting, (he recognizes danses kinda lost look.. and is a teensy bit worried that he will do something stupid) danse is not pleased and neither is tango, tango actauly says something, danse just halfheartedly insults Hancock returning to brooding now darker, walks off to acquire supplies (he hasn't yet acquired x01 yet, its been like 3 days.. where does he get it in game) Hancock mentions their thoughts about danse brooding to tango and tango is a bit surprised bc self centered hasn't been checking in on danse much assuming he wanted to be left alone..

piper and curie rush to dc with only a few supermutants and mirelurks in the way. then they find that shops are out of cheese, but they get good amounts of brain and glowing fungus, now its on a cheese hunt.. piper bothers people but has a similar problem as tango of people scatter when they see her coming, (but for annoyed reasons rather than fear) curie talks to takahashi (piper didn't know that she could do that, curie retained robot languages after her transition). takashashi informs curie that the caravan that usually brings cheese hasn't been seen for a week.. piper remembers hearing rumors of a new raider gang trying to set up near the route that caravan takes.. off they go to find them.. city exploring and piper picking curies brain about robotic languages. … turns out that the caravan IS the new raiders and piper and curie get captured … piper picks the lock and they fight (piper doing very well) their way a little bit before they get to the caravan head who is grieving over her sons illness, curie recognizes the illness from the snooping at the door they do, and convinces piper to reveal themselves, caravan boss is quick to draw but doesn't shoot, is quick to insult, piper quips back, curie says shes a doctor and she can help, some fallout medical bulshittery later and son is on the mend, and caravan boss is grateful and lets them go with a whole cheese wheel ..

Libby and the young minuteman are geared up and leaving the gates, wave at the watchman and a broody Preston, who looks a bit quizzical at Libby leaving. the young minuteman grumbles at carrying the basket and Libby grumbles back that at least they can walk without a limp and to slow down damn. they make their way a little further and run into a returning patrol, they converse and Libby asks if anyone's seen some eggs around.. and one of the ghoul guys says well there was this one nest ….

tango danse and Hancock leave the gates in annoyed post argument silence not long after Libby and minuteman.. danse sips canteen as they leave they wander after tango all in brooding for a while, Hancock smoking. tango is interrupted from their tracking by an annoyed (at their lack of communication or tactics) danse who seems to have woken up enough to slip into leader mode tm. what are we even looking for this close to the city.. rad stag avoid they city and you've expressed your vehement distaste at mire lurk in the past, we better not be hunting what i think you're tracking..? (is a teensy bit slurred.. but tango misses it, Hancock doesn't.. important later) Hancock is not sure of what their tracking and sarcastically notes that they thought they were walking in circles for fun, and he agrees with tin can on tone of voice alone that its probably bad news. almost another argument between them. tango loses patience at the bickering and rudely tells them both to shut up so they dont alert the deathclaw.. danse is mad at being right and under prepared for such a fight and Hancock is similarly annoyed.. back to broody silence. hear musket fire not far away and a roar.. rush to gunfire to surprise Libby and Minuteman raiding the death claws nest.. no sign of the deathclaw though…….

they all breath a sigh at the others not being a deathclaw, and both teams ask what the other is doing here at same time.. comment on thinking alike. comments on risk taking and what would curie say if she finds out what Libby was up to while injured.. Hancock suggests maybe they should have a lovely chitchat elsewhere not on top of a live death claws nest.. danse sips canteen.. trooping back towards the castle with caution when the turn a corner and nearly walk into the deathclaw eating some mutants.. oops

deathclaw fight. Hancock gets killing blow with shotgun to the throat.

Libby and minuteman head back to castle with eggs and tango guts the deathclaw with help. danse cuts himself a tiny bit with the knife and tango thinks nothing of it. "ugh partially digested supermutant" tango is glad their wearing a helmet but still grossed out by now having entrails on their arms.. they drag cut and carry parts of the deathclaw back to the castle. including the skull that Hancock wants to clean and keep

everyone back at the kitchen now, curie is suspicious of Libby having deathclaw eggs. task assignments and arguments part 2. Libby is carted off by curie when she shows signs of wobbling nearly immediately.

(remaining: tango, Hancock, danse, piper, minuteman?? I think)

Tango very quickly gets annoyed at too many cooks in the kitchen / people not doing it their way. piper is given task of making the pasta, Hancock the task of preparing cheese, and danse making mince from meat. nobody likes the job they've been given and argue a bit before tango gives up 'FINE" and they swap amongst themselves.. Hancock pastas, piper minces and danse grates. (danse has been quiet for a while…) tango is annoyingly micromanaging. people chant find pots and pans etc. they've been used while they were out / the castle doesn't have them. Hancock shows a bit of skill at making the pasta, piper argues with tango at the futility of real cheese again and this better be worth it got captured again for this.. ('at least I got a story out of it..')

finally assembling implements tango goes to start cooking and discovers the wine gone. piper accuses Hancock and tango agrees til Hancock rebuts that they didn't and that they're both blind to not see that tin cans drunk.. they look at danse. danse does not look at them. he is a bit unsteady. (uh oh self medicating for the last 3 days!!) Hancock is disappointed in them cause piper is suppose to be nosy(snark) and tango is suppose to be tin cans friend(also snark)….. danse still hasn't said anything.. weird silence. is danse even listening? (hes been drinking from canteen all day. canteen was filled with wine and tango cant smell so didn't notice.. ) oh look Preston has been standing in doorway out of view of tango, 'eavesdropping' tango grumbles a bot about nobody knocking anymore once they are surprised by Preston speaking. Preston has also spotted danses self destructing behavior earlier , tango is the only one who didn't .. cause self centered.

Preston encourages dasnse to go clean up (they're all still bloody (except for hand washing) from deathclaw fight and gut. danse resits but does seem to have realized that hes a. caught and b. and ineffective cook .. Preston takes over grating (danse hadn't gotten very far). Hancock has nearly finished pasta, ready to dry for a while. piper has been quiet for a bit but comments on not noticing danse.. shes doesn't know him very well at all and she docent know the details of bb. most people only know that danse has been declared dead and he needs to remain hidden. piper finishes mincing and fridges the mince. she hangs around to chat though. tango has been chopping onion and garlic for sauce. once Hancock finishes pasta he leaves. Preston is also broody but not drink so cheese gets grated well but in silence. piper is trying to get info from tango about danse, tango is increasingly annoyed (they were already annoyed about how things have been going today). Preston advises piper to not pry. Hancock returns with a bottle of wine he had in his bag that he brought with him, gives it to tango. tango is skeptical but grateful. gets to cooking mince with onion garlic spices.

tango gives task of making tatos into liquid and some chopped for the sauce. along with chopping mushrooms and carrots. tango is lost in thought about not noticing danse so isn't hearing the others conversations. tunes back in later when they are ready for tato.

sauce continuous to be made with hushed conversation / piper still trying to gossip. finding no luck she leaves to go see how Libby and curie are doing. once shes gone tango asks how Preston is doing. he says fine (lying) Hancock scoffs. smart ass comment about about himself being king of self hate (Hancock is saying that)

more important chat about Preston . Preston keeps deflecting. sauce is simmering and tango starts dishes. piper walks back in ignoring mood and takes a spoon to taste the sauce (tango is too surprised to react) she comments on it needing more salt. tango stares for a hot second before physically throwing her from the kitchen.. the AUDACITY this is my kitchen and my recipe, they're really running out of patience now. grumbling and muttering about how dare she… etc. Hancock is laughing and Preston does seem to welcome the distraction from this topic (him / Quincy)

sauce is safe to simmer for a while, and Preston seems to be ok after the three of them have been talking for a while (Preston is not ready to open up to anyone about the intricacies and background to Quincy yet) Hancock declares hes off for a smoke (jet) and offers, no takers, shrugs and wanders off. tango and Preston in silence for a bit before tango awkwardly tries to ask is Preston is ok only to be met with a snappy im fine (tango has 2 charisma thats plenty of failed 'checks'). they mentally back off say ok. Preston leaves. they mentally double check the sauce and other things are good to be left for a bit.

tango wanders off to find danse. it takes them a while to find him, he was hiding in the underground section, they pass Hancock lounged on a outdoor chair with some jet, he lazily waves, tango mentally resolves to thank him later (they are terrible at admitting things) and nods back. find danse somewhere relatively hidden and he doesn't want to speak. (shame at being caught 'unfit for duty', shame at himself, lack of self worth and self projected (and drunk) thoughts of well they all hate me more now.). tango isn't very good at hard chats and neither is danse.. very awkward. they both have feelings about things and neither is very good at acknowledging. show some of tangos terrible mentalities about feelings indirectly in this conversation.. danse is actually quite drunk at this point and its starting to show.. half a days hunt with only wine is not good.

tango returns to kitchen to attend to simmering sauce and start pasta process. finds Preston back here stiring, met piper on the way shes still annoyed at being thrown. getting comments on it smells good from people they pass in the halls. pasta being ready to serve. tango, Preston and the young minuteman serving people, like at camp, line style. lots of smells good comments, average mood is much improved by good food. significantly improved by curie revealing they had stashed quite a lot of alcohol at a previous celebration for people were getting to drunk then, brings it out and is looking forward to finally trying it (curie was still a miss nanny when she did that ). makes a face at beer to the delight of the small group actually paying attention to anything thats not food or alcohol.

merryment!!! tango is convinced to drink later by drunk Hancock, slips a drink inside armour and gets drink too. Preston pov? tipsily finally acknowledging to himself that hes been avoiding thinking about Quincy .. introspection?

later evening people food comas, drunk or both everywhere. tango has ended up curled up in a bed and tucked in somehow (they are a face / side sleeper before they were tango / when they forget to lock the armour in default position before allowing themselves to sleep) Libby and danse have somehow ended up on the same couch (danse would not be pleased as hes stilt got A LOT of bos brainwashing to overcome here, its been like 3 days since bb come on.) Hancock can hold his liquor and is lazily patrolling with Ronnie with quiet easy conversation we cant hear.

[savnofilter]

Second to Last Catch

Dabi x 『FEM』Reader

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ(s): dabi is a slight asshole.

ᴡᴄ: 1.3k words [5 mins, 10 seconds].

ᴀ/ɴ: ilyt babe! i hope this turned out good, i kinda wanna writer a second part,, this is a little crack-ish cause i wrote this at 4 in the morning kfbnbv thank you, anon!

Dabi isn’t use to people getting in the way of his plans.

~ yk,,, ever since he left the bird’s nest.

anyways, Dabi was a lad to always go solo dolo. before he even heard or thought of the LoV is when he had already been tallying up his kill score for his own personal vendetta.

it wasn’t until one fateful night when he itched to get his next target, one who deserved it.

you see, he wasn’t one to deep dive searches on his counts, but this one was what peaked his interest.

the grade A scum he was about to burn alive was ready to take. 

he spent so many nights perfecting to catch the damn criminal -- and for Dabi to consider this guy worse than him meant that there was a severe problem.

Dabi had spent nights, days even just to get this guy the pain he deserved.

but unlike his other easy and quick (at least to him) kills, you were there already finishing the deed...

“What the hell.” Dabi said in the same stoic tone he used. His short sentence had gained your attention, cerulean blue eyes meeting with your e/c orbs. Your pupils widened and shrunk in exact confirmation that you were seeing the correct person in front of you.

“You.” That was all you said. His brows quirked curiously at you, his once wide and wandering gaze narrowed to a condescending look you’d have to catch if you read his words wrong.”

“You?” Dabi repeated after you, stepping through the window and into the office of the man he planned to kill. His nose flared as he watched the ink from your blade-like feathers impale the ‘trash’ that laid on the floor. 

“Yes, you!” 

Oh, so we were playing games now. 

He had been confused for a second, staring at it for a second before giving you a look over once again. He hadn’t noticed the quite measurable pair of black wings that sat on your back. Your lips twitched into a proud grin at his ogling, spreading your wings to give him a good look at them. He rolled his eyes at your cocky attitude. He didn’t like it and he was sure he wasn’t going to like you either.

You on the other hand? You were going to have so much fun.

“I’ve seen you on the news. That little group who terrorizes those little student soldiers.” Had it been for you not grinning already you would’ve broken character. You had always had a way of picking at people's buttons, never fully pressing it to trigger them so much more. 

Your response had left him stunned, at least he didn’t show but you could see right through him. If he could blush it would’ve given him away right about now. His jaw clenched as he had been grouped up with Shigaraki’s hot mess of a plan, knowing damn well for himself he could give a rats ass about what they were doing. Or maybe he was getting so heated that you had boiled down their plans as “terrorizing” teens. Or the fact that he was just a bit goofy for not even thinking about it that way.

“Didn’t know birds squawked this much at night, you should shut up.” Dabi relaxed his jaw as he tried to calm himself down. Something was tugging at the back of his head, and it seemed that you weren’t the only one who recognized one another. You laughed at his words, crossing your arms as you leaned against the wooden desk.

“Wow. You know making remarks about people’s appearances because of their quirks these days is a touchy subject right…” You trailed off, lifting your hand to cover your mouth as you finish your sentence “Burnt fry.”

His stance relaxed, already use to the comments about his skin and appearance. While he let your trash travel from one ear through the other, he had examined the crime scene that he sadly didn’t have the chance to commit. It took almost too long for him to realize before it clicked to him.

You were a vigilante. More a less a broke, cheap, rip-off of the no-good hero society. Still clinging onto saving the day with the last remaining bits of hope you could offer to the world. He wasn’t surprised to find out and put the pieces together about who you were. He was amused to find that the talk of the city wasn’t what he had thought. This one -- correction, you were interesting. He huffed to himself as he concluded his inner monologue, looking at you again once the image of your murder had been ingrained into his head. If he looked too long it never did him any good.

“Hellooo-”

“Don’t you have a curfew to abide by instead of flirting with a villain, Princess?” He remarks, smugly shoving his hands in his pockets and leaning against the open window that welcomed the drafty breeze in.

Your cheeks heat up at his remark. You knew that he was talking some bullshit and yet you still let him surprise you like this. “I do not need a curfew.” Damnit. Was that all you could come up with? Really?

Dabi made a move to walk towards you, instinctively making you move away from him. You tripped over your own feet as you watched him get closer, plucking one of your large feathers and sticking the now poisonous and knife weapon at him. “S-Stay back!” 

Of course, he didn’t listen. Soon enough he had backed you up against a wall, only about five feet apart from you. He looked down at the pointed blade, his eyes were narrow again as he slapped it away from your hand. The feather flipped and firmly stuck into the floor of the office. You didn’t dare to look back at him and your beautiful wings shrunk along with your witty responses. 

You had no idea why you were so nervous, there should be no way why the person you’re supposed to fight against was making you stammer like this. You were hoping that if you just stayed still enough that you’d stay still. You held your breath as you froze in place, earning a snort from the villain. 

“What are you doing?”

“If I can’t see you, you can’t see me.” 

The silence that passes between you is pregnant. He couldn’t figure out how… bold you were. Thankfully two could play at that game. 

He grabbed your jaw and moved your head to look at him. The look in your eyes was of a different breed and it made him uncomfortable. You two were fighting a silent war to outwit (if it’s that what we want to call it) each other while still feeling the odd cringe of how you got along. You watched up at him expectantly, hands pressed against the wall to give you some support against the curiosity if he would burn your chaotic ass or not.

“We should work together,” Dabi started carefully, a teasing edge to his voice. He leaned down to your ear, lips ever so slightly brushing against your earlobe. “As a team.” You spluttered at the feeling, pushing him away and squealing as you patted your ear trying to rid of the butterflies in your stomach and the flutter of your heart.

“Ew, you even squeal like a bird.”

You whipped around and glared at him, reaching over and under the forgotten desk to press the emergency button. His eyes widened as he watched you scrambling to find files that you needed, taking whatever you needed and shoving it in your duffle he didn’t even realize you had brought with you. 

“My business card. Back pocket.” You pointed at him before shifting nodding for him to get the message. You wasted no time in diddle dallying. You left no room to give him a choice to talk, speed walking to the window and hopping out with a smile. “Call me if you’re lonely!”

Dabi was left standing there awkward just like when he had originally entered. His hand skeptically reached to touch his butt pocket, hesitating upon feeling that there was something stiff in it. He tilted his head in curiosity and pulled out the piece of ripped up paper. Though, your vigilante name and number read clear as day. He scoffed thinking about how fast the interaction had been, already finding himself missing your company. 

He frowned at the sound of the police arriving outside the business building, taking it as a sign to finally leave as well. He gave your shitty card another look over before stuffing it in his pocket once again, shaking his head as he made his exit using the window as well and closing it behind him.

He’d have to call you soon.

[oilymind]

𝟎𝟑:𝟑𝟗 𝐏𝐌

[ warning - cursing and shitty writing. ]

you cursed under your breath when you caught seungmin's eyes staring directly at yours. he knew you had seen him, and running through the school's hallway to hide in the bathroom until he was gone wasn't a good idea anymore. at least if you wanted to keep your pride intact.

with wide, quick strides, he moved towards your direction, hands reaching your locker's door from your left before you could react, holding it open so you couldn't go away and had to obligatorily listen to everything he had to say.

"just admit your lying" he whispered.

you glanced at him for a few seconds, noticing his furrowed eyebrows, veiny neck and almost white knuckles, turning that color due to the hard grip he held on your locker. it made you gulp loudly and look away.

seungmin didn't need to try to intimidate you, he just naturally made you feel small whenever he got even a little bit angry, which wasn't common. he actually wasn't the type to get mad easily, hence why you probably got so scared under his withering gaze.

your eyes wandered through the messy pile of books before you, attempting to seem busy and unbothered by his presence.

"i don't know what you are talking about" you answered while your heart jumped against your chest.

you tried to sound casual, but the fact you were terrible at lying didn't help much. seungmin knowing your antics all too well didn't help much either.

"oh, you don't?" he pronounced teasingly. "why have you been avoiding me all day long then?"

"i-i haven't," you were quick to defend yourself, making you seem terribly suspicious. "i've been busy, that's all" your shaky hand made its way to the metal door in an attempt to close it, but he was a lot stronger than you and wasn't letting you leave that easily. "seungmin, i need to get to class"

"i know, and you're free to go" he cooed. "as long as you tell me the truth"

"listen, i-" you turned to face him, but you were unaware of the proximity of your bodies, making you bump into each other.

taking advantage of his slight disorientation you closed your locker rapidly and tried running away from him, but seungmin's reflexes were fast enough to pull you right back and pin you against the wall.

"seems like you have no choice now" your cheeks started burning up fiercely. his breath against your ear and his arms surrounding your body making your knees weaker, you hated the effect he had on you. "y/n, you are the only person who knows my phone's password" he backed up to look at your eyes. "and i can tell when you are lying to me. go ahead, try saying something without stuttering, make up some stupid excuse now"

"y-you don't-"

"i don't what?!" he exclaimed, already irritated. "i thought we were friends, for fuck's sake" his hands grabbed onto his own hair, and then fell to his sides with dissapointment.

"no, seungmin, you don't get it" you cried, reaching for him. "i-, she's a bad person, she wasn't good for you"

"i think you should consider again who the bad person is in this situation" he took a step back so you couldn't touch him, the disgusted look on his face breaking your heart.

"i care about you 'min, that's why i did it" your words brought a bitter chuckle from his lips.

"liar. you did this for you, you were being selfish." you shook your head agressivly while he spoke. "come on, you've never liked her because she's better than you at everything, you were so jealous of her you had to ruin our relationship with a dumb text...how pathetic"

he was right, partly, you were jealous of her natural beauty, her feminine and charming aura and the power she held to have anyone in the palm of her hand. you envied the most the fact she had seungmin, the fact she could hold his hand to feel safe, hug his figure to feel warm, lean her head on his shoulder to rest, kiss his beautiful lips to show him how much love she felt, and call him by the cheesiest of the names if she wanted to. but there was no way you could feel jealous of her ugly personality.

she was, most likely, rotten inside. and the worst part was no one really seemed to care. seungmin was so blinded by his feelings he didn't notice she didn't reciprocate them at all. she wasn't even good to him, damnit! she texted him whenever she felt like, using him for his good reputation and asking him for favours all the time. and he never complied because he was the sweetest boy ever. you were sure you'd heard her talking crap about him behind his back, and she was also probably hooking up with other guys while dating him.

what you hated the most though, was that your best friend never realized his perfect girlfriend treated you like shit. saying the meanest things to make you feel unworthy of him. and, oh lord, you seriously bought that for some time. and now that the opportunity of cutting her of his life forever showed up you didn't hesitate for a second to take action, but of course, now you had to face the consequences of not thinking through it.

"that's not-" frustration piled at your chest thanks to the inability to explain yourself. "that's exactly the reason i've been avoiding you, i knew you'd say something incoherent like that"

"you've been avoiding me 'cause you are too immature to accept you fucked up!" you noticed some students were staring at your direction concerned, and decided it was not the place to make a scene.

"i'm sorry, i swear. we should talk about this later, i can explain-"

"you are crazy if you think i'm talking to you after this" seungmin scoffed before walking away.

[moist-astronaut]

things my friends and I have said over the last year

“I’m verbally illiterate” “Isn’t that called dyslexia”

“I’m going to chemistry and I’m gonna light myself on fire” “No” “Damnit let me burn like the witch I am!”

“Don’t worry it’s not anti-Christ it’s just anti-government”

“I’ve been getting migraines everyday and I’m considering chopping my head off” “But that would kill you” “Two birds one stone!!”

“I swear to god I will hug you” “My house is 5 miles away and my doors are locked” “Your locks are FEABLE”

*writing an email* “Bitch comma”

“Ok but I could be a top” *laughing* “What I totally could be!” *laughing and crying for literally 6 minutes straight*

*on a group call, friends cat misha walks into the room* “Tell misha I would live and die for her, whichever she prefers” “She says thank you” *cat noises*

*joins discord vioce chat at 11:26 pm* “You guys are gae but I love you” “Thank you saeren very cool” “Goodnight” *leaves chat at 11:28pm*

“Jake jake jake jjjake -j-jaaake hey jake” “W H A T” “Can I eat your pens” “I literally have a restraining order against you”

“I’m educatn’t”

“Me calling you to dumb to be a slytherin is payback for you leaving multiple handprint bruises on my legs” “It’s not my fault your skin is weak”

“He’s rolling so that we can walk” *rolling in the grass and collecting leaves on his jacket* “I’m rolling for your sins”

“There are 7 of us so we can each be a deadly sin” “I wanna be Ross” “You mean wrath?” “No that dude from Friends”

“Ok but other than his strict attraction to women, his multiple wives, his hatred of gay people, and the fact that he is dead, what is standing between me and Joseph Smith the All American Hottie from being happy together”

“Consider: Mullet” “No”

“I do my homework while loudly eating a pop tart asmr”

“No no listen, he’s my brother, he’s a bastard of my dynasty…I might just ransom him off”

“These Norwegian bastards indroduced a fucking PLUAGE to my COUNTRY”

“Ooooo meth”

“Half of my life is me resisting the urge to sing the zaboomafoo themesong, the other half is me actually singing the zaboomafoo themesong. So either way my entire life revolves around zaboomafoo.”

“I just don’t think I would hire a gay man-wait no I’m not homophobic”

*chucks half a gallon of milk in a gas station* “-ah- got milk?”

“Gimme your sternum boy”

“Nooooooo he stole my sternum!!!” (Side note these were two separate occasions)

*being force fed milk duds* “No!! This is the worst way to die!!”

“Hey babe come over I have a hammock and a heated blanket”

“Be afraid, be prepared- IN THE WORDS OF SCAR”

“Stress eating stress gummies Stress eating stress gummies Stress eating stress gummies stress eating-”

“I thought to myself ‘Y’know if I die today this is how I want to be remembered- a leather skirt and leg warmers’”

“I think I’m telling you to go to sleep” “You’re gonna have make me” “I can’t tell if this is cry for help or flirting” “Yes”

“This is at best cannibalism and at worst being straight”

“Oh look Percy Jackson’s here now, ooh they replaced every character’s face with Mr. Bean. I hate it”

“You can’t be mean to me! I’m gay AND a woman! That’s a hate crime!” “Yeah well I’m brown and Muslim! Square the fuck up bitch!”

“Babe it’s not very metal to be afraid of your hair dresser” “It’s not very metal to have a hair dresser and yet here we are” “It’s fine you’re into glam metal”

“Hey augie, got any grrrrrrapes?” “I’m doing IXL :(“

“Can I come?” “No” “What if I bring watermelon?” “You can come, leave the watermelon, then leave” “:(“

“What in the jersey shore”

“Rad’nt”

“Ok but consider: Mullet-hawk” “I can and will divorce you”

“Dee-vorce 👏 Just to 👏 re-vorce 👏 👏 “

“Ah yes, that’s why I’m fat…for combat reasons…”

“You fool I consent!”

“My Boston fern is being a bitch but that’s because it’s winter and that’s BITCH season”

“You walk through the rest of the house and it’s like ‘ooo witchy and aesthetic’ then they’ll get to the guest room and it’ll just be a tacky twink Fever dream”

“Who needs a scalp”

“HeHe, sexing”

“Council has decided, your vibes are rancid (and not the band)”

“You’re never to young to hate women”

“Look at me I did the dishes I’m a 1950s housewife with a strangely new jersey accent and affinity for lesbianism”

“Well look who has the table now”

"contrary to popular belief, fuck you"

"There's nothing here that requires whisking, i'm just problematic"

"If you could go anywhere in the world with two people, who would you choose?" “New Orleans!”

"So he proceeded to bite me on the butt...like, really, really hard."

“I don’t cheat, I win. It’s not cheating if it’s consensual.”

“My mouth, my choice”

“Do you like my ombré of a tan"

“Who’s the cutest in the chat right now then?” “It’s Paige!” “No, it’s obviously Augie.” (paige's boyfriend)-said by a straight man

“Francis is just a one and done.”

“Would you ever have a threesome?” “...yes...” *To Francis* “Sure!”

“How do you feel about anal sex?”

“Of the people in this room, who would you most want to make out with?” “Augie” “The answer is yes, but only if it’s 6 feet apart.”

“Square, flat, and overcooked.”

“The virus would be over if everyone would breathe underwater for 5 minutes.”

“I have daddy issues, but not with my father.”

“You’re a ladies man but you have two boyfriends.”

“That means lesbian in sign language” “No, that means fuck boy in American”

“I’m like a parasite, you can’t get rid of me. I’m here forever.”

“You’re like my long term hit man”

“Is it Jake?” “No, why would the evil Russian man be Jake?” “Because he would never hire a gay man and you don’t look like a gay man”

“Jake is homophonic, Augie is racist, and Francis is a woman hater!”

"Grew a korean radish, 1 star"

"I've got more cause i'm a rich boy, and by that i mean my father sometimes buys avocados. And that's on what? Upper middle class"

"Tell your good for nothing boyfriend to stay away from my mom"

"It's not inciting violence it's just ~inspiring it~ "

"Listen bitch just because you have avacados and a roomba doesn't make you better then me"

"i would totally let narthex ruin my life. and that's on what? daddy issues and bisexuality"

"who is titty"

"how is he racist" "he hates the french and russians right?" "don't forget italians" "that's just self loathing"

"This is the last time i wear a thong- it's for educational purposes"

"babe come over i'm a burrito"

"he put bread with milk. luckily he passed away"

"you touched my wiener!" "you offered it!"

"foot'nt"

"i took a shower and realized the floor doesn't bounce"

"i love ass whoooaaaaaa i meant cassie"

"Rosalie you're the deciding vote. Be decisive." "Dude i'm bisexual and a gemini. what're you talking about?"

"Okay so to recap: jake is homophobic, augie is racist, francis is a woman hater, and now paige is a bunny abuser?"

"Just bring a watermelon keychain and it'll be fine" "Whooaaaa i'm gonna need a big key then"

"If you were blind what would you even see"

Post Traumatic Youth, plus D for danny's disorder"

"i think she's past the phase where she likes people just because they're russian"

"francine is a lesbian, but only during quarantine"

"don't be a home wrecker!" "i can't help it!"

"we are not doing coed tents" "i wanted to go purple-ing though"

"if it's not perfect i'm gonna through hands" "with who" "i don't know, the CEO of stupid"

"don't make me feel guilty for bullying you"

"it doesn't look very cash money cool but okay"

"slinky cat" (ferret)

"The pond behind my house didn't freeze all the way through this winter, so i couldn't go ice skating" "okay, so i have an idea. we can go to walmart and get-" "ANTI FREEZE!" "well, yes- wait, no. No, the more i think about that definitely no."

"The amish will win, the amish will prevail" "the amish will conquer us all!"

"He do be kinda mafia doh"

"i'm being sneaky sneak. stairs go creaky creak. and i need. DRUGZ"

"brain on shutdown, power saving mode"

"Somebody go tip her, she's dancing like a stripper" "thatd be nice- oh wait no!"

"fellas, is it gay to lick your homies eyeball?"

"it's not racist if you're only targeting one group of people" "that literally racism" "but what if they're french"

"i'm not racist yet but the option is available, and it's good to have options"

"they don't call me Mr. Steal Yo Boy for nothing!" -a straight man who has a girlfriend

"i think he has a bad habit of not dating girls"

"kinda hot tho 🥵 in a Santa Claus kinda way...hoe hoe hoe"

"i'll be your hot jacuzzi bubble dealer"

"when deceit and doubt fills you up, you cleanse your mind through creative activities, such as making organic soap"

"friendly reminder #4: you're never to old to eat a freezie-pop"

"sorry i'm just nervous" Chinese Teacher: (Waving her hand in front of her face) “Just pretend I’m cabbage.”

"me when my dads name is publicly broadcasted on the radio for his 14 felonies and assorted war crimes"

"<@!523669420435046401> I sentence you to a solid nine by the banhammer. For your crimes against Humanity, God, Satan, and Matt Frank. See you in hell."

"Danny, just because you're playing *Just Cause* doesn't mean you need to Just Cause our friendship!"

"Silly Matt! You fell for the ole’ Heimlich maneuver!”

"i got a bunch of new shirts over quarantine" "you would"

"Ok, there's a 32 year old doctor in new Jersey dying right now" "Yeah, but to be fair everyone in new jersey has a pre-existing condition"

“This is the longest period of time we’ve had without a Nintendo direct” “Maybe they’re gonna make a Nintendo indirect?”

"you’re looking extra white today.” "thanks i've been practicing"

"do you have any batteries" *looks inside shirt* "not yet"

"let's go colonize the middle school!" "yyayayyayayay!!!" " wait I gotta ask my mom first" What happened next is know called the *Juniors burden*

"oh so you're a DOWNSTAIRS milk kinda guy"

"you are literally the human embodiment of crumbs in a bed"

"The Berk-ey Creamery isn’t a place, it’s a people!”

 "He shoved a floating joy-con straight up his flux-capacitor.” "great! now it's paired"

"No, that isnt armor, the real armor are the friends you made along the way"

"This one goes out to all my lady friends out there *proceeds to kill himself in game*

"i'm a coward" "that's what a coward would say!"

"rest is for cowards and fools"

"every time you speak you take years off my life"

"Shark dick hoo ha ha"

"Me and the boys brushing our teeth at 3 AM"

"remember if you kill yourself the fascists win"

"The Beatles aren’t real. Have you ever seen a beatle? No? Exactly." "Babe” "Shut up I’m right."

*reading over these quotes* "god i hate that" "you said that!"

[at-lxs]

• Cade is born three years after Tess, enough time for Tess' parents to be like "did we fuck up?" and then they have Cade who is...the opposite of Tess and are like ah no, our daughter is just Like That

• Tess is not small, but she is quiet. She blends in. She's unsettling up close and from afar, watching you, but middle distance is comfort zone. You see her face but you're sure she's like that because she's lost in thought, not watching you.

• Cade is used to this by the time he is old enough to realise it is not normal for your older sister to have dead doll eyes and a flat expression and no smile lines by the time she's graduated highschool as you're like halfway through it and your friend leans over and says hey, that chick's weird and you say that's my sister and your friend winces.

• Tess is someplace else by the time Cade graduates, with her statement of watch the car not like a warning or a hope because Tess doesn't Do That, it's just a request that while she can't, Cade will do it for her. He'll watch the car.

• Before she leaves though, Tess is a good older sister.

• She never runs out of patience for the more emotional member of the family. Cade cries about a bunch of things, largely out of his control, which is when he cries the hardest - he stood on a snail once, he tripped over a dog, he dropped a guy's coffee, the list is endless and Tess is always there to sit, lend her shoulder, pat him on the back and go. It's not exactly comfort, but it's never shame like others offer. Never you're such a fucking pansy, even your sister cries less than you. Cade appreciates it in a way others dont get.

• Tess has never cried, actually. She got handed her baby brother at three years old, looked him over curiously, and then gave him to her dad so she could eat. Since then, Tess has been to three funerals and one emotional wedding. She's never teared up. Cade is sort of jealous of this cause he's meant to be a man, damnit till Tess leans down and says, quiet, if people make fun of you for crying, tell me and I'll beat them up. She's eleven the first time she says it, but she means it.

• Cade would get angry on the behalf of her, because people make fun of the girl with a large lack of expression - never to her face, but out of ear shot - and Cade mentions it all sad and crying cause you're a good sister and Tess pats his shoulder and says whatever other people say about me doesn't mean shit unless I agree, so Cade nods and goes to sleep and says shut the fuck up, man, you're just jealous she doesn't look at you like you're a king when a bully jeers at Tess.

• He gets punched for it, obviously, but Tess comes in and takes care of it and stands by his shoulder when the bully walks out to his dad's car. Cade says I didn't mean to get him in trouble and Tess says I know and that's that. It's acknowledgement and no thank you and Cade doesn't need her to thank him for being a good little brother when she's a good older sister.

• There's an ugly phase where Cade hates her like he hates everything because he's young and angry and he cries a lot and his friends keep saying you're a fucking pansy and Tess listens to his sobbing breakdown about how he's so fucking weak, he cried over a dead bird, and Tess says I'm too weak to carry feelings like you do and it's the oddest fucking thing Cade's ever heard. He looks up and says what? and Tess continues you feel so much that you have to cry to let it out. There is so much in you that it breaks. I've never been strong enough to carry that.

• Their dad Mike listens from outside their door and smiles, just a bit, because Tess doesn't lie, and Cade sounds mystified, and he is gonna have words with the school that lets this bullying happen. Tess gets Cade his favourite ice cream and they watch a movie together, Cade sobbing at the end, Tess quiet beside him.

• I don't want, Tess says, very simply, when Cade asks her what he thinks he should be when he grows up, when he's young and his older sister somehow manages to make him fly. He doesn't recognise the meaning of it then, but Tess dies, and Cade sits in the car she and their dad repaired and sobs, remembers; I don't want, so that you'll know what you want to be belongs to you.

• She means; I don't want, so want for yourself. She means; I don't want, so be whatever you want to be. She means; I don't want, so when you want something, don't think about what I might want for you.

• Tess dies, and she says watch the car, and Cade becomes a therapist for kids who are so much, and strong enough to carry that, to stand in front of the dam and survive what comes out. He says, my older sister said she was too weak to carry emotion, and there is so much inside us that it has to break, and feeling is not a weakness: feeling so much is strength in being able to carry something so big for so long that it has to break so you can breathe afterwards.

• She was not a conventional good sister, and she was barely a person, and her personality consisted of punching the things inside you that you never even wanted pointed out, but Cade misses her, and Tess in his head says you're strong enough to carry this and Cade keeps going.

• Mike and Tess got along for very simple reasons, of which there were two: she was his kid, and she got the job done. He asked her to take out trash and she did and he asked her to hold Cade and she did and he told her to make sure Cade's bullies didn't get away with shit and she did.

• He sticks her in fighting classes and she's a model student. She's good, and she grows tall like her dad, graduating at six foot four inches, broad and apathetic and good at the shit she's trained in. The classes are satisfying, she thinks. Release of tension. Fighting is focus and rhythm and she still likes her back alley brawl moves, but this is nice, too.

• Mike hands her a grease stained rag when Cade's over at a friends house one weekend and says you're gonna learn how to fix a car and means: love is not emotion, it is dedication and time shared. It's a lesson Tess keeps. Love is not a feeling, because she can't feel. It is time, and dedication, and her dad teaching her the mechanics of an old car, and that's all she needs.

• She has a dream where someone cuts her open and she's all car parts and engine grease like blood, oil in her mouth, the lucid dream reality of seeing rust on her ribs made of cracked metal. This is a dream Irca enjoys, the idea of metal inside. A conduit. A lightning rod. Tess wakes up and brushes her teeth and doesn't lose sleep over it. A dream is a dream, and logic says she's muscle, fat, and bone.

• Her mother isn't always around, but she's the loud love. She kisses Cade's messy hair and reminds him to brush his teeth and pulls out a game of sudoku when Cade is at school but Tess is sick and feverish and red eyed, stuck in her bed and emotionless still. They get along like friends do. It's hard to feel loved by a face that doesn't show it but Tess says this is car maintenance in her fever haze and Allison nods and accepts it. This is car maintenance.

• Mike says I told her love is maintaining it and it makes a little more sense.

• Yes, her watch the car means: I'm asking you to maintain this love because I can't.

• Tess shows up randomly in their house years after she dies, taller and bigger and scarred, her eyes gold in an unfamiliar place, and Cade says Tess? from where he's standing on the stairs and Tess says hello and it's not an emotional reunion like the movies but Cade cries and Tess says you watched the car and Cade, who knows what that means from Mike saying, as they were cleaning out the old car, this is what Tess did with me to show she loved us, cries into her shoulder.

• Allison and Mike come home early with Questions because Cade called and Tess says I didn't leave on purpose and that Means Something when your daughter values choice and maintainence, and it's muddled but it means: I'm sorry and I didn't mean to leave and if I'd been here I'd have maintained the car, I promise.

• She says I have to leave again in a week, and the exact time limit was vague, and can we work on the car again? It's a goodbye she gets to have, this time. She isn't choosing to leave but she's giving them a warning.

• Cade is curious as to what the fuck is up, and your eyes were gold? and Tess sparks her hands up with lighting and Cade stares at it and goes cool. in a dazed voice. Mike is fascinated and horrified. He asks how it happened and Tess says an entity found my lack of emotion interesting, and I think I they wanted me to panic, and I can control it.

• Where were you? Allison asks, like a mother with a kid who stayed out too late instead of a mother with a daughter that disappeared for years, and Tess says another world and she's never lied before. Allison says what the fuck and Tess says there was no sudoku. Allison laughs then cries then laughs again.

• Can you stay? Mike asks, somehow the begging optimist of this situation, because Allison spent all her hope at the start and Cole is a therapist. His daughter is so much bigger now, and her hands are electric, and she's covered in scars, and she looks at him over the hood of the car and says I have a car, over there, and I will buy a new one for you.

• The end of the week comes, and Tess has notes written, left in their coat pockets. Cade and Allison and Mike all have pictures of her. She was there for a week, and she worked on the car.

• They put their most treasured belongings of her in the car and smile at it every time they leave the house.

[ddaengyoonmin]

BTS Friends to Lovers Series (Taehyung)

Pairing: Police officer!Taehyung x Badgirl/Stoner!reader

Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff, small attempts for humor

Warnings: some slightly dark themes, drug dealer!Jungkook, swearing, lots of weed references, deep throating, cum swallowing, dom!Tae, face slapping with hands and with his cock (cleanse my souuul oops) assault on a cop, some abuse of power from a Pervy older cop. Getting arrested. (I think that’s all let me know if I missed any)

A/N: while this is a reader insert I put a lot of my own personal experience and life into this piece. It was also partially based on a dream I had about getting arrested by taehyung

Word count: 6k

Songs to listen to: ‘Free spirit’ - Manila Grey ‘Parking lot’ - Manila Grey ‘Play with Fire’ - Sam Tinnesz

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to tell my mom and dad about this. You know they’ll just go right to your parents about it.  As long as it’s the last time this happens... right?”  Taehyung turned around and cocked an eyebrow at you from the driver’s seat.

You let out a groan and rolled your eyes.  “Sure Tae, of course it’s the last time” you spoke with a hint of sarcasm in your voice.  

“I mean it y/n, you’re lucky it was me that got to you and not one of the other guys.  You’d be down at the station right now instead of sitting in my car with a milkshake” He scolded

You took a big sip on the straw of your milkshake “Yeah thanks for this by the way, I was really getting the munchies” You joked

Taehyung let out a loud sigh, taking off his police issued hat and running his fingers through his shaggy brown hair annoyed.  Then holding up the plastic bag that had the remaining weed that you hadn’t smoked yet in it.  “I’m keeping this you know that right?”

You shrugged “What for? are you gonna start smoking again Mr. Do-good?” you teased him. 

“y/n…” he spoke sternly. “Damnit, you’re so lucky we are friends.  I don’t think you realize how many times I’ve saved your ass from doing actual time over this stuff” 

“It should be legal anyways and you know it.  Besides...I knew a time when you would’ve been right there with me” you said matter of factly. 

“Well that was a long time ago y/n.  We were kids, now we are adults.  Well...I am at least” he shot you a joking glare and you pretended you didn’t see him and just took another long sip on your milkshake. 

“I’m taking you home now” he sighed and drove out of the parking lot the two of you had been sitting in. 

You had known Taehyung since the two of you were practically babies, he was a year older than you but the two of you had been best friends since as long as you can remember. 

Your mom and his mom were best friends at college and were each other's maid of honor for their weddings.  Your families were tied together like an unbreakable knot, dinners together at least twice a month and unscheduled random hangouts were just part of your life, and with it, Taehyung. 

You were there when he had his first kiss at the middle school dance, you comforted him after his first break-up with said girl that he had his first kiss with.  You both drank your first beer together, and smoked your first joint together.  Everything that you did, you had done with Taehyung.  Until he graduated highschool a few years ago, and had the grand idea that he wanted to become a police officer.  That decision put quite a damper on the shenanigans you were used to getting into with him, and you’d felt yourself grow slightly more distant from him as a result. 

But, he still looked out for you.  Times like today you were kind of grateful he had joined the police force, because he was right, if anyone else had caught you smoking a joint with a few extra grams to spare on you, sitting inside a big yellow slide on a playground thinking that no one would notice (Spoiler, they did…) They wouldn’t have just scolded you and then bought you a strawberry milkshake. 

 Taehyung pulled up to your house and walked around to open the back door of the police cruiser for you.  

“Stay out of trouble y/n.  There's only so many get out of jail free cards I can offer before someone notices you know.” he pulls you into a quick hug

You snuggle your head into his chest for the quick moment, that he hugged you. 

“Ah, Don’t make me smell” he quickly grabs your shoulders putting you arm's length from him with his nose scrunched, a disgusted look on his face. 

“Don’t act like you don’t miss that smell” you winked at him as you walked the cement path leading to your front door.  

Taehyung rolls his dark eyes and gives you a quick smile.  

He didn’t always used to be like he was now, he was the biggest stoner you knew.  Which is what always caught you off guard about his decision.  It seemed quite random, it was strange enough to you that you felt it could’ve made the news, ‘Small town Stoner Turns Good Boy Cop’  You chuckled at that thought.  

Though you missed your favorite smoke buddy. 

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The next day when you got out of work you drove over to your dealer’s house to replace the Eighth that Taehyung had to confiscate from you. 

Your old beat up car had been running on its last leg for a while now, but it continued to get you where you needed to go, and you spent too much money on smoke to think about getting a new ride. 

Jungkook was lounging on his front porch smoking a cigarette, his eyes shut in a dreamlike state, his jet black hair falling slightly down over the closed lids.  The bright rays of the summer day blessing his sun kissed skin in an angelic manner. 

“Hows my favorite pot-head” you grinned as you approached him, catching him off guard and causing him to flinch at the sound of your voice.  

Realizing it was just you he grinned and extended out a hand for you to help him stand up from the step he was relaxed on in front of his house. 

He stood tall and smoked one last drag on his cigarette before putting it out and opening his front door with a welcoming gesture inviting you inside. 

The scent of weed burned into your nose instantly when walking into his house, you loved the smell, you loved everything about it.  

Taehyung used to too… 

He was the most knowledgeable stoner you’d ever met.  He could even tell the strain of the weed he was smoking after just smelling it.  You and your friends used to quiz him for fun and he’d always ace every test without fail. 

You wondered if sometimes when he’d pull someone over and arrest them for the exact thing he used to partake in, he’d catch a whiff and know the name of their bud. 

It all seemed pretty hypocritical to you, but you have to remind yourself you both have grown up, people change, though you haven't much, you can’t blame him for it. 

Jungkook went over to a drawer and pulled out a large glass jar, carrying it with two hands over to a wooden coffee table near his couch.  You, knowing the drill, doing this trip to Jungkook’s at least once a week, had sat down on the couch to wait for him. 

Jungkook pulled a long un lit joint from the front pocket of his red flannel and held it between his lips with his eyes focused on the jar in front of him.

He pulled out a few nugs from the jar and put them on a cheap gram scale he had on his table, weighing it out to the eighth he knew was your regular purchase. 

“Isn’t this a little early to be here, how fast did you go through your last bag?” Jungkook chuckled, placing the nugs into a ziploc bag carefully.  

“Ugh” you sighed.  “Taehyung again” 

Jungkook knew just what you meant by that.  Taehyung used to be close friends with him as well before he became a cop.  They had a big falling out when Taehyung joined the force, Jungkook hated cops with a passion and said some choice words to Taehyung that had severed their relationship permanently.  It hurt to think about how things used to be, the three of you laughing and smoking, riding around in your old car flying on cloud 9.  Literally, the strain that was your favorite at the time was called cloud 9. 

Jungkook shook his head and pulled out a lighter from the same pocket the joint came from, lighting the tip for a second before inhaling and letting the smoke glide down his lungs, then passing it to you. 

“I don’t know how you can stand to be around him anymore” Jungkook grumbled. 

“First of all, I really don’t have a choice, actually I think we are having dinner with our families together later tonight.  Secondly” you made eye contact with Jungkook “Hes really not that bad.  It could be worse.  All I got was a soft warning and a milkshake”  you passed the joint back to Jungkook. 

“Until he gets some pressure from his higher ups to be more of a hardass.  I think your days of getting off easy are short lived y/n.  Enjoy it while it lasts.  He’s sold his soul to ‘the man’ trust me” He spoke between coughs from the rough hit he’d just took.  Putting air quotes around ‘the man’. 

You didn’t like the idea of that and you shut up for a bit, sharing the rest of the joint and paying Jungkook for your bag.  

He gave you a hug and a smile on your way out.  “Be more careful out there y/n” he winked and bumped your shoulder with his fist playfully. 

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You went straight from Jungkook’s to your parents home where you were to have dinner with Taehyung’s family.  You sat in your car and quickly sprayed a massively overpowering amount of perfume on yourself hoping to mask the weed smell.  Then putting in some eyedrops to help with your glassy eyed expression you’d seen in your car mirror.  You winced at the way that it burned but were thankful for the relief that it gave to your dry eyes. 

When you arrived through the door your mom instantly ran over to you and embraced you in her signature hug, that always included a large inhale. 

“You smell like Marijauna” her eyes narrowed at you. 

“Oh no, not the Marijauna” you feigned shock and put your hands to your cheeks a surprised expression looking like the boy from home alone. 

She glared at you, not amused.  You knew your parents didn’t care that much, your dad especially.  They didn’t smoke but you knew your dad was a hippie in his day so he had no room to judge.  Your mom was slightly more judgemental but she usually just let you off with some snide comments and rude glances before returning to her normal bubbly self.  

She ran to her room and grabbed some febreeze and started chasing you around the house with it while you laughed, tears forming in both of your eyes at how ridiculous she was being. She was mostly worried about upsetting Taehyung’s family most likely.  Not that they were the type to judge either, but it was still made for a slightly more awkward dinner if it ended up getting brought up with Taehyung’s current position in life.  No one in town really knew how to act around him.  

You thought that must be tough on him.  People that were once his peers were now all terrified of him.  No one wanted to talk to him about anything more than casual small talk, and it was always very shallow conversation.  No one wanted to open up all of their deep secrets or emotions in front of a cop.  On the surface no one would think that it bothered him much.  He was good at keeping a constant blank expression that never let anyone into what he was thinking even back in highschool.  But, knowing Taehyung the way you knew him, it must bother him.

He was the life of the party, and now he's the buzzkill who crashes the parties. 

Taehyung’s family arrived and you all sat down to eat.  Your parents asked Taehyung about his job and how it’d been going.  He said he liked it and he was actually getting close to a promotion. 

His eyes flickered your way, almost like a small apology was hidden in that look.

You knew what that meant, no more getting off easily anymore.  Jungkook was right, the idea that you had a cop friend on your side was just a fun fantasy.  Next time you got caught by him, he wouldn’t be treating you like a friend one bit.

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The moment came sooner than you’d thought.  You and Jungkook had been going on a late night taco bell run, smoking a joint the whole way there, and you as usual were carrying a decent amount of smoke in your bag. 

You had stopped in the parking lot, parked in the back to hotbox and eat in the car.  Hotboxing was one of the funnest activities you used to do in highschool and you had mentioned to Jungkook that it’d been way too long, he was more than happy to oblige. 

You were giggling like a child over the way the word ‘Taco’ sounded if you said it slowly when you were startled by a tapping noise on the window. 

Not able to see through the smoke fogged glass who had knocked on your window, you squinted then glanced to Jungkook, who stared wide eyed at the colors of blue and red flashing to the side of the car. 

“Fuckkkkkkk” he groaned, hitting the steering wheel roughly with a flat palm.  “Fuck fuck fuck.  Y/n you’re carrying a bag aren’t you” 

Your eyes grew wide, “Y-yeah…are you?” 

Jungkook gave you a ‘what do you think’ look

Of course he was. 

You sighed and rolled your window down, a wave of smoke pouring out and flowing right into the face of the officer standing there.  Fuck, it wasn’t Taehyung. 

“How’s it going officer?” you asked sweetly.  He was less than pleased. 

“Both of you. Step out of the car” he ordered sternly. 

You did as he said, and now realized that another officer sat in a separate car.  Taehyung…

“Officer Kim, can you assist me here” The older policeman spoke Taehyung’s way. 

He got out of the car, his uniform fit him way too sinfully, you’d always though he looked more like the cop from an old porno , than one you’d ever have taken seriously.  But, the expression he currently held on his face gave you the chills, and not in a good way. 

He glared your way, shaking his head in disappointment.  Jungkook was throwing dagger eyes towards Taehyung as he started to approach him to pat him down. 

“Oh fuck off Mr. High and mighty” Jungkook scoffed, stepping back from Taehyung. 

“Kook” you pleaded at your friend to take hold of his temper. The older cop had started to pat you down as you held your arms out.  Upon finding the bag in your pocket he waved it in the air like he’d hit the jackpot.

“Look what we’ve got here Officer Kim.  Someone’s been a naughty girl” he playful spoke.  The way he said that made you nauseous, you didn’t like the way he had just started behaving one bit.  But, what could you do. 

He continued his pat down, his hands lingering on your breasts for too long.  You shot him a glare and tried to recoil away from his touch. 

“Ah ah, you’d be surprised how many ladies try to hide illegal items in their bra’s thinking I wouldn’t check there” he grinned evilly. Fucking pig. You thought. 

You turned to see how things were going with Jungkook just in time to see him winding up a fist and throwing it forward into Taehyung's face. 

Shit. 

The hit sounded out like he’d damn near broken Taehyung’s nose, and the other officer was immediately to Taehyung’s side.  Both of them tackling Jungkook and pinning his arms behind his back securing them with handcuffs.  The older cop holding him down with a knee on his back pressing his face into the parking lot’s asphalt. 

You stood shaking in realization that Jungkook had just gotten himself into some real trouble.  All because of his stupid grudge with Taehyung.  If anyone else had gotten in a small tuff like that with an ex best friend, it probably would’ve just ended with a couple bloody noses and both men walking away feeling like they got the better hit in.  But because Taehyung was what he was now...it’s most likely going to end with Jungkook doing some time.  Assaulting a cop was definitely not a minor crime. 

They had scooped Jungkook off of the ground and shoved him into the backseat of the older officers cruiser. Jungkook cussed and grumbled the whole time.  

“I’m gonna take this one down to the station,” the Officer pointed to Jungkook “You take our little lady here home.  Maybe teach her a lesson on picking a better choice in boyfriend” he winked Taehyung’s way.  

You were appalled but not surprised at the older man’s behavior.  Some cops felt like they could get away with that shit...cuz well...they could. 

You followed Taehyung to his car silently with your head low, only lifting it once to send one last glance Jungkook’s way, catching his eyes for a second and both exchanging looks of worry.  Possibly a goodbye for a little while. 

Once you were in Taehyung’s car the waterworks came.  You held your face in your hands and sobbed loudly, your body convulsing with the heaviness of your emotions. 

Taehyung was quiet, pulling a few tissues from his glovebox and holding them to his nose tilting his head back. 

The two of you sat there for a while, silence lingering between you like some delicate thing just waiting to break. 

“I’m sorry” Taehyung whispered. 

“For what? Getting Jungkook arrested or for your pervy boss and his grabby hands?” You spat out with some fire, still slightly fucked up on the drugs you’d been inhaling. 

“Both...All of it…” he muttered, staring straight ahead and avoiding your piercing gaze.

“Why’d you even do this Tae? This job doesn’t suit you, I just don’t get it.  We’re best friends.  And look at us.” You motioned to the way you were sitting.  Him in the front, and you behind glass separating the space between the two of you.  You noted on how much of a metaphor for that felt like for the distance he’d put between you, differences between you now… 

“Regular Catwoman and Batman huh?” he murmured. 

Goddamnit.  And there's the exact reason you could never hate him.  “You fucking nerd.” You sighed chuckling and falling back into the seat shaking your head. “Oh my god. You’re not allowed to make me laugh right now.” 

Taehyung sent an apologetic smile your way. 

As upset as you were, his joking really did shift the tone in the car and you decided to tease him back. 

You put your wrists together and held them to the glass near Taehyung’s head. 

“Aren’t you gonna cuff me officer?” you said flirtatiously, batting your eyelashes at him.  Expecting him to roll his eyes and groan at your joke. 

Instead you were met with a serious expression.  His eyes lingering on your wrists and then trailing over to your lips.  His tongue darted out and licked over his bottom lick slightly. 

“Holy shit did that actually turn you on or something?”  you gasped, lowering your hands from his view. 

He instantly snapped out of the state of mind he had gone into so suddenly.  “Of course not” he snapped “Don’t be ridiculous” 

“Oh my god.  It did! I didn’t realize how kinky you were Kim Taehyung.” you winked at him “Handcuffs get you going? No wonder you became a cop.  You’re going to turn into old pervy Officer whatshisname aren’t you? Gross Tae,” You started to laugh. 

“Shut the fuck up, I’m not like that.” he barked loudly.  Instantly catching you off guard and having you sit up straight and rigid. 

“Sorry” you mumbled. “Officer” you added with a bit a spite. 

“Damn right.  You think you can just get away with all of this, with no consequences and no worries.  One day you’re going to have to grow up y/n.” 

“Oh like you?” you raised an eyebrow “No thank you...sir” 

You heard what sounded like a low growl from Taehyung.  

In an instant he sped up and parked the car in the far corner of the parking lot where the lot lights weren’t reaching. In hindsight that was probably where you and Jungkook should’ve been parked. 

Taehyung got out of the car and stood by your door.  You wondered if he wanted you to get out and join him outside the car.  But the car doors of police cars are always locked from the inside unless you have the key.  So you waited, for what seemed like painfully long time. 

You glanced out the window to see Taehyung pacing back and forth outside of the car with a hand pressed to his forehead, he was stressed.  Probably from the fact that he’d basically just sent Jungkook, his former best friend, to jail. 

Taehyung turned and rested a hand on the door handle.  Was he finally going to let you out? He seemed to be hesitating.  After what felt like forever the door clicked open and Taehyung was climbing into the back seat with you. 

“Oh hello?” you spoke in surprise. 

Taehyung didn’t speak, he continued his hungry gaze from earlier, biting his lip slightly and staring at you with bedroom eyes. 

“Taehyung…” you started before you were cut off. 

“I wanted this job to protect people.  I care about those close to me.  The older I got the more I realized how important that was.  Everyone thinks that I just want to bust them for weed or partying and be the killjoy of our town.  But, that wasn’t it.  Remember that summer that girl got drugged at that party.  No one was able to find the guy.  I wanted to be the type of person that could look out for people.  That could maybe do something about things like that.  It sucks that I had to give up some of my habits that I don’t necessarily agree with the laws on.  But I follow it, I sacrificed that to keep this town safe.  To help keep you safe” he added at the end.  His expression sincere.

“I guess I hadn’t really thought of it that way.  Jungkook probably hasn’t either…” 

“Yeah Jungkook doesn’t give a shit about my reasonings.  Fuck the police and all that.” he rolled his eyes. 

“I get it” you shrugged.  “That's actually a pretty decent reason.  I miss getting to hangout with you other places than the back of your cruiser though” you teased, poking him in the shoulder. 

“Mmm then maybe you should start behaving little girl” he growled in a tone you’d never heard him take with you before. 

“Tae..” you looked at him with furrowed brows, your mouth hanging open slightly in confusion. 

Before you knew it Taehyung's hand was clutching you jaw lightly, one finger trailing over your lips. 

“I’d always thought…” he whispered.  “Maybe one day, you’d calm down with all of this stuff, and we could…” he trailed off. 

You blinked rapidly in realization of what he was saying.  Did Taehyung really just imply what you think he did? You felt your hands start to shake slightly.  Not that you were completely opposed to it, but you just couldn’t understand why he would feel that way.  You’d on and off had a crush on Taehyung your whole life.  He was your first crush when you were just in elementary school.  You weren’t even sure if he’d remembered, but one day when you were probably only 7 and he was 8 years old, tiny little Tae had run up to you on the playground with a bouquet of yellow dandelions clutched in his small hand.  

“Y/n.  Will you marry me?” he had squeaked out. 

You had chuckled and taken the dandelions from his hand “Taehyunnnng, we’re too young to get married.” 

He had pouted cutely, crossing his arms across his chest. “Fine.  Well one day you will.  And I’ll buy you a big house, with a puppy, and a big garden.” You had nodded and said “Fine. One day a lonnng time from now. Promise” and the two of you had continued to play during your recess and it was never spoken of again. 

You’d occasionally think back on it as a funny memory.  But now, looking at him here.  The way he looked at you…and those words.  ‘Maybe one day you will’ ‘Maybe one day you would…’

“Tae…” you stuttered out again.

“Maybe you just need to learn a lesson or two.  Maybe I need to teach you how to behave.” he growled, his hand trailing over your lips was now making its way to your neck.  His thumb slightly pressing down on your jugular as he eyed you dangerously. 

You whispered under his touch but didn’t try to pull back.  You couldn’t deny to yourself that this excites you, it probably shouldn’t but you’d always been a sucker for a little pain. 

“Is that was you need hm?” he asked authoritatively. 

Should you?

“Y-yes…” you stammered out.  

“That’s what I thought” he hissed out. “That handcuff comment was uncalled for.  Maybe you were the one who wanted me to tie you up hm?” He started to move to pull out the handcuffs he kept on him, twirling them around on his middle finger. 

Your heart started to beat rapidly, and your breathing was becoming so quickened at the sight of Taehyung, your best friend Taehyung...Police officer Taehyung, in front of you, uniform and all, about to handcuff you for mutual pleasure. 

You nodded innocently. 

A low groan rumbled in his chest as he leaned over to you, pushing you down onto the backseat so your back was flat against the cushions. He now hovered over you, his face mere inches from your own, and a look of pure lust gazing down at you. 

He started to grab your hands and cuffed you to a spot they had in the cruiser that made his task of securing you quite easy.  The metal bit into your skin slightly but you could tell he made sure not to put them on too tight.  Your arms were now held over your head, and any thoughts of backing out had been pushed away.  You wanted him, you craved him, you needed this. 

Taehyung’s lips crashed down on to yours sloppily and wet, instantly slipping his tongue into your mouth as he held your jaw roughly with one hand. 

“I’m gonna fuck that dirty mouth of yours.  I’m going to teach you how to respect authority little girl” he growled, now straddling your hips and unbuttoning the belt of his uniform and tossing it to the side. 

He didn’t continue to undress himself.  Instead his hands pulled on the bottom of your shirt, rolling it up over your breasts and letting it sit high up on your chest, not being able to fully take it off due to the way you were cuffed. 

He let out a lustful moan and bit his lip at the sight of you. 

Of course you weren’t wearing a bra, he thought.  It was so like you to be like this, always the tease.  Taehyung had loved you for as long as he could remember, and finally he had you here underneath him.  Strangely when he used to picture fucking you in the back of a cop car (because he totally had fantasized about that) he wasn’t the cop.  But, here you were, and here he was, grown up and still exactly the way he had always pictured.  Your tits looked so incredible, better in person.  He’d never told you but when you’d gotten your nudes leaked around the town at one point by an ex boyfriend he happened to get a copy sent to him.  He had deleted it right away...if right away meant after jacking off to them first and then deleting them…

He felt bad about that, but he loved you so much and your body was completely irresistible to him, he didn’t know how he’d managed to make it this long in life without having you for himself. 

He gave your tits a few squeezes and lowered his head down to them, biting now on your nipple grazing his teeth over your skin, and loving the way you squirmed under him at the sensation.  He sucked and bit at you, making sure to roll the neglected nipple in his fingers while he did.

You were absolutely loving it. 

Taehyung then pulled back releasing you with a pop. He now started to unbutton the black uniform pants and pull out his enormous cock. 

Your jaw dropped at the mouth watering sight. 

You’d always assumed he was big, you’d seen him get hard in some swim shorts once at a pool party when you’d shown up in a skimpy swimsuit, but now seeing it fully you realized you’d underestimated the length and girth of him greatly.  You licked your lips hungrily, wanting a taste. 

“ You like that huh baby? Dirty little slut, so weak for my cock right now?” he grinned stroking himself slowly. 

You nodded in response, your eyes fixed on the length in front of you. 

He moved to position himself so it was right in front of your face and he was leaning over you. 

“Hungry little slut” he whispered.  He smacked you hard against the side of your cheek with his heavy cock, you were surprised but mostly turned on at the fact that it actually hurt a bit.  

“Are you gonna behave for me?” he asked sternly, looking down at you with a fucked out expression.  

“Maybe?” you teased. 

Whack. He smacked you again with his cock, slightly harder this time. 

“Don’t be a brat now.  You are going to behave, or I’ll make you behave. Okay?”  he growled. 

“Okay” you whimpered, trying to pretend that you weren’t totally in love with how he was acting, trying to play into the game. 

“Okay what” he snapped. 

“Okay...sir?” 

“Thats right.” he nodded.  Then placed his hand back around your jaw, gripping you tightly.  “You’re gonna open up and take my dick, allll the way. Let me fuck this dirty mouth of yours” he ordered. “And maybe once you’ve sucked every last drop of cum out of me, you’ll think a little more before you go around acting out.” 

“Yes sir” you nodded, parting your lips showing him that you were ready to take him. 

“Fuck,” he whispered, breaking the stern voice he’d been maintaining for a quick moment, letting on to just how excited he was to be this intimite with you. 

He pushed his hips forward, his hand on his shaft and the tip of his cock now sitting on your lips. 

“You’re okay with this right?” he whispered.  Gentleman Taehyung making an appearance for a moment

“Yes sir” you purred with a grin. 

“Get ready to take me then baby girl” he growled, going back to his previous demeanor. 

He pushed his cock into your mouth all the way, slowly, getting you adjusted to how huge he was and getting a feel for how much you could take.  To his delight he slid all the way down until your nose was buried into his abdomen. 

“Fuckkkk” he hissed out. “Such a Good girl for such a bad girl.”

He quickly pulled out and repeated slowly fucking his cock all the way into your mouth and quickly pulling out again.  

“Get ready baby” he moaned.  Then started to speed up his pace, his hips rolling into your mouth quickly, causing you to gag lewdly a few times as he did which only seemed to turn him on more, causing a pleasured hiss each time. 

“I fucking love this mouth baby.  You take me so well.” Taehyung was biting at his lip and staring down at you in awe. 

You moaned around his cock, the vibrations making him stutter and throwing him off his pace for a moment. 

“So good” he whispered.  You felt like that one wasn’t meant for you to hear, but you loved knowing how good you were making him feel so your heart skipped a bit at his praise. 

Taehyung gripped your hair, steadying your head and pumping himself into your at a fast pace.  

“Thats fucking it y/n.” He panted out “Fucking. Learn. How. To. Behave.” he growled and smacked a hand to the side of your face.  

Your eyes were watering and you felt a warm pool of wet growing between your legs.  You could get used to this Taehyung. 

“I’m gonna cum in your mouth and you’re going to swallow every. Last. fucking. Drop.” he pounded into you in sync with each of those last words. 

You stared up at him with flirtatious eyes and smiled slightly. 

“Damn those eyes are dangerous” he groaned and with that you felt him tense up and his pace grow uneven.  

“Shit. Fuck. Y/n. Oh my god” he screamed out while emptying himself into your mouth.  His cock twitching wildly as he fucked into you.  You closed your lips around him as he pulled out, sucking slightly to get every last drop as he’d ordered. 

He looked down at you with pure joy as you stick out your tongue to show him his cum pooled up and gathered in your mouth before rolling it back into your mouth and swallowing with a loud gulp. 

“Wow.” he stared wide eyed at you.  “So fucking hot”  gasped out

He now went to the cuffs and pulled his key out, releasing you from your restraints. 

Taehyung rested down on top of you where you still laid.  His head on your chest. 

“You alright man?” you chuckled running your fingers through his sweat drenched hair.

“Mhm” he smiled widely with his eyes closed “That was amazing” 

This cute Taehyung that cuddled up next to you now was a Taehyung you thought you’d lost long ago.  Your heart felt full and warm seeing him this way. 

“Soooo are we returning the favor or?” you joked

His head snapped up he hovered over your face and looked at you with a playful expression.  “Nope. that’s your punishment for getting caught.” 

“For getting caught huh?”

“Well yeah.  You don’t have to stop doing what you love y/n.  For God sake, if you’re going to date a cop you can’t be that reckless with it thought.  Keep it in the house and where you’re for sure safe from anyone catching you or calling me to come check out the situation” he rolled his eyes. 

You sighed. “I guess I can manage that.  Wait...date? A cop? Wait…” you started to stutter realizing what he’d said. 

“Well you promised you’d marry me one day remember? but, I figured dating is a good place to start” he grinned with a wink. 

You felt butterflies in your stomach at his recollection of that day so long ago. 

“What an odd pair we’ll be” you chuckled. 

“Yeah… oh also I’m gonna get things with Jungkook figured out okay.  I feel like shit about it, and I’m going to make sure everyone at the station knows he didn’t mean it, and I barely got a scratch on me.” he let you know. 

You nodded, almost forgetting about Jungkook. 

“I think that’d be a good idea Tae, I think he honestly misses you, you know?” 

“Yeah I miss him too…”

You planted a small peck on Taehyung’s lips.  “You’ll get it figured out.  I know you will.” 

Taehyung smiled down at you and returned your quick peck. 

“How are you so bad and so good all at the same time” he shook his head. 

“I guess that's just what you like in a future wife” you teased. 

“I suppose so,” he replied.  Except he knew, that he meant every word.

  Love is such a funny thing.

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What You Want (Kirishima/Reader) Lemon

Y’all ever start looking things up on Wikipedia and just go down some really weird rabbit holes that lead to sex toys you’ve never understood the point of because they just seem painful? And then proceed to get a smutty story idea for it?

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As a pro Hero of several years, Kirishima was well schooled in hiding his nervousness out on the field. In the bedroom? Not so much. It was just such an intimate setting and he really wanted to please you. You supposed that was in part what made him so gung-ho when you brought up wanting to try something new, but you'd been dating him long enough to know better. The closer you got to performing the deed, the more jittery he became.

You were knelt between his legs, adjusting his soft penis and scrotum into an adjustable cockring. He was watching you intently, squirming a bit in his bindings as you gently handled him. You pulled back once finished, looking up at him.

“There. How's that feel? Do I need to loosen it any?”

“N-no, it feels…” he pulled a face as he took in the sight of his cock and balls being held away from his body by the small band. “Fine.”

You sighed, rubbing your hands soothingly on his inner thighs. “Eijirou… Eijirou, look at me. You don't have to do this just because I wanted to. I can take it off if you're uncomfortable.”

“N-no! I want this! I-I want to last longer for you,” he looked at you so earnestly, cheeks taking on a lovely shade of pink. This man. He was always trying to outperform himself for you. You smiled softly.

“And I want you to enjoy yourself, hun. It's why I suggested it.” Slowly, you began to move up his body, giving light pecks up his torso as you went. “You do so much to make sure I'm satisfied and ask for nothing in return. That ring makes you last longer so it can intensify your experience.”

His breathing became increasingly more akin to panting, grunting as you lightly bit a nipple, gasping as you nipped his collar bone, groaning as you gently sucked a sweet spot below his ear until you finally stole his breath entirely from a slow kiss. Your hands moved over his neck to the back of his head, cradling him up to you, as you were now hovering above him on your knees from his seated position.

This was such a different pace then what he was used to with you. You were impatient and insatiable when it came to your own pleasure, which was why he was always seeking ways for himself to last longer. To pull as many orgasms from you as he could before he spent himself. It wasn't always easy. Even before he started at UA, he had quite the stamina stockpile, Hero training had increased it exponentially. But, you… god, your sex drive was through the roof.

Not that he was complaining, far from it, but it was sometimes difficult for him to keep up with you after a long day. You had started backing off when you had caught on to his fatigue, scolding him for not telling you he was tired. He had gone on about not wanting to deny you and pulling pouts he knew you had a hard time saying ‘no’ to. You stood strong though, ever as stubborn as you were, not wanting him to wear himself out for your sake. Instead, you chose to put aside your needs and take care of him.

It was during the first time you had done this -dozing off as your hands worked absolute magic on his back- that he realized how good you were to him. How unworthy he was of someone to pamper him like this while not obtaining the pleasure that they had originally sought, because he was too tired. He vowed to do better.

He took control in the bedroom, even if he was beneath you, quickly learning what made your toes curl. You liked to be dominated, held down, eaten out with vigor, bitten hard enough to leave marks and bruises, talk that was absolute filth, fucked hard and fast, overstimulated, and being filled to the very brim with cum. Kirishima's pride as a man wasn't going to let him give you anything less than what you desired; what you damn well deserved. And seeing you fall apart every time, knowing he was the cause of it, made him feel at his manliest.

However, he gave nothing up when you tried to ask what he enjoyed. His reasoning was that you took such good care of him on a regular basis; putting up with his insecurities that he still struggled with, as well as the stress of him being in a job that often put his life on the line. The least he could do was pleasure you how you wanted.

You weren’t having it. You had to find what he liked at a slow pace though, making him think it was a possible kink you wanted to try for yourself. It was all paying off now. You found that he liked it slower, more sensual. Building up to the finish with close affection and warm praise. A far cry from your preferences, but this man fucking deserved his wanton desires, and you were going to give it to him as best as you could.

When you pulled away, he instinctively tried to follow, wanting more of you. He let out a small whine when he failed to touch you from his hands being bound behind him, opening his eyes to plead with you. Were those bindings not in place to keep him from easily overpowering you to fuck you as you liked, you would have given in. While you knew him touching you was one of those things he loved, you couldn’t allow it. Not now, but…

“Tell you what,” you ran your nails over his scalp. “I’ll untie you if you prove you’re a good boy.” The widening of his eyes was accompanied by a lovely blush spreading over his cheeks.

And the nudge of something at your leg.

You couldn’t help but let out a little giggle. “Oh? Do you like the sound of that? Well, it shouldn’t be too hard for you,” you moved to suck at the increasing pulse at his neck. “You’re already such a good boy for me, aren’t you?” He groaned as you lightly bit him, tilting his head slightly.

“Hmm, yes, you are. Listen to those sounds you make for me,” you moved back to look him in the eye, words taking a more serious tone. “Just a reminder, if you start going numb or feel anything uncomfortable down there, you let me know immediately, alright?” You smiled coyly at his quiet nod, pushing yourself to his lips, hovering ever so close to them. “No, no, don't go back to being quiet now. I want to hear everything. Don’t you dare keep those noises to yourself. I want to hear what I do to you. Can you do that for me, Eijirou?”

His agreement came out in a breathless whisper as he quickly claimed your mouth. He attempted to make the kiss hot and passionate, which you almost let him get away with. You'd pull away each time you felt he was too aggressive until you were gently nuzzling one another, sharing soft pecks.

You kissed him slowly once more, delicately sucking his lower lip, pulling it with you as you sat back to take him in. His hair was down, wonderfully framing his flushed face, his blush traveling down to his chest that was heaving just so, mouth hanging open to allow his heavy breath to puff past his swollen lips. He was leaning forward to follow your kiss, eyes not quite closed and eyebrows furrowed.

God, this was probably the hottest you've ever seen him.

You waited for him to come back to his senses, opening his eyes to see you biting your lip as you looked him over, your own face betraying your ravenous want. He swallowed, feeling a bit embarrassed under your hungry gaze. His eyes zeroed in on your mouth. Your taste lingered on his tongue, but it wasn't near enough to satisfy him. He craved more of you and knew he was doomed to forever crave you the second you shared your first kiss.

He blinked stupidly at your finger suddenly on his forehead. You didn't realize that his awed gaze was from how radiant you appeared to him, your light laugh and gracious smile filling his chest with such a warm sensation.

“Did you hear me?”

“Ah,” he grinned cheekily up at you to try and hide his embarrassment. “Sorry, I didn't. Guess I was too caught up in remembering how lucky I am to have you.”

This caught you off guard. Dirty talk was always a turn on for you, be it receiving or giving. But that statement paired with that genuine loving look made you think that you might need to reevaluate your kinks. How did this man so easily twist you up in a jumble without realizing he was doing it? You were supposed to be seducing and pleasing him, damnit!

You cleared your throat in an attempt to regain your composure. You needed to get back in control, so you captured him in another long slow kiss. You didn't pull away entirely when you ended it.

“I asked, what do you want me to do?” He seemed to be having a hard time comprehending.

“... What I want?” You chuckled lightly, moving to take an earlobe between your teeth. His breath hitched.

“That's right,” you cooed softly, pushing your body flush against his, reveling in the sound he made. “Tonight's about you. What,” you kissed below his ear. “Do,” his strong jaw. “You,” his slightly stubbled chin. “Want?”

You hovered over him again, holding his face as he owlishly blinked up at you. His expression said it all. He was conflicted. He'd given for so long that now when the choice was before him, he wasn't sure. You figured you could try to help him out.

You smiled lovingly. “What have you wanted me to do to you that you've never asked for? It could be something that I've even suggested.” His face was reddening. Good, he had something in mind, but just wasn't saying it. “Come now, Eijirou. Be a good boy and tell me-”

“Suck me!” He lurched forward with such vigor, nearly yelling it in such earnest, that you almost toppled off his lap. It was your turn to blink down at him in bewilderment. He seemed to sense that his answer might have been a bit much, starting to curl into himself.

“S-sorry, I, uh…”

“No! No, it's alright! I just wasn't expecting that level of enthusiasm. I'm all for it, though!” And truly you were. It wasn't like you had never sucked him off before, you had plenty of times, but it was usually as a quicky. It never really came about during your longer sessions, as he was always too busy being focused on you.

You gave him a quick kiss. “Honestly, I like how your cock tastes, and I'm excited to find out if it's any sweeter with that cockring choking it.”

He turned a red that rivaled his hair, making a strangled noise as you practically dropped to the floor. That was the insatiable sex fiend he knew and loved.

Kirishima let out a breath, closing his eyes to calm his jitters as he waited for the wonderfully familiar pleasure of you devouring him. You knew just how to work him to make him cum and with his member straining in its binding, he was gleefully anticipating how this would go.

He sighed as your hands ran over his thighs, nails ghosting up his abdominals. He tensed, feeling your breath at his base. He opened his legs a little wider, unknowingly scooting his hips forward. Oh, he was more than ready to feel your mouth take him!

What he was not ready for, was the bite on his tender inner thigh.

His yelp came from surprise as it wasn't hard enough to really hurt. He looked down, finding your eyes closed, sucking gently on his bite. Your nails were ever so slightly scratching his pelvis, close to the cockring.

You dislodged yourself with a pop, giving a gentle kiss to the darkening spot. His breath caught when you opened your eyes to gaze up at him. There was a look in your eyes. One he wasn't sure he liked.

“I-I thought you were going to, um…” You raised your eyebrows for him to continue. Why was this so difficult all of a sudden? The last time he had this much of a problem with sex talk was when he first found out how dirty you liked it.

He had to break away from your gaze, it being a little too much at the moment. So, he focused on his dick instead. And, honestly? After catching sight of himself he didn't know if he could look away.

He knew he was hard, but this… He was an angry red, darker than his hair, swollen past his normal girth, and the slight curve that he had was almost straightened. They hadn't really done anything, but he was already leaking enough for it to be dribbling down his side.

This was… Fuck, this was erotic. He could only watch as he became harder from just looking at himself, his cock straightening out fully. He only pulled his eyes away when your face appeared beside him. He groaned at the sight.

You smiled up at him teasingly. “I've gotta say, red is definitely your color!”

He was more than ready when you pulled back, knowing full well you were positioning yourself to go down on him. And, fuck was he ever ready for it.

He let out a whine when you bypassed his cock entirely, latching your lips on the juncture of his leg and pelvis, and sucked. He grit his teeth in frustration when you moved to the other side, biting down then sucking. You did this several more times, sometimes getting right at his base, once or twice placing a little kiss to his tight balls, but never truly touching his ache. The brushes of your hair and skin on his cock while you worked around it was a torturous type of teasing that was driving him mad. And you took your agonizingly sweet time.

He was a squirming, panting mess, thighs and lower abdomen littered with hickeys when he finally uttered out a word.

“Hm?” You detached yourself from the space under his ball sack. “What was that?” You were a bit breathy yourself.

“Please…” Fuck, he was on the verge of tears. He needed some kind of relief. “Please…”

He chanced a glance at you when he didn't feel anything happening. You were staring at him wide eyed, mouth slightly open. Face redder than before. His voice grew needy, cracking in desperation.

“Babe, please, touch me. Suck my cock! Shit! Let me go and I'll do it myself!” Your eyes widened further. “I-is that what you want? To watch me make a mess of myself and cum all over? O-or, do you want me to beg? Babe, I'll beg! I'll beg so pretty! Just please! Fuck me- GahAA!”

His head shot back in a throaty wail as you took his cock fully into your mouth, swallowing around him as best you could when you felt him reach your throat. It was a little challenging since he was bigger than normal. You would manage, you were determined to. You started at a steady pace, trying to keep his hips from bucking. Easier said than done. Perhaps you had played with him a little too long.

He shouted out in frustration, followed by the sound of his bindings ripping from his quirk. You were jerked up, squealing as he roughly positioned you on his lap. Yeah, you played too long. But, this was a learning experience, and now you knew-

You arched in a silent scream as Kirishima slammed you onto him with no warning, gripping your hips tightly to keep up with his sudden frantic pace. He was already girthier than average, but with the cock ring trapping his blood flow, he was stretching you much wider.

He began slowing both of your movements almost as suddenly as he had started pounding you. Lost in your lust, your original plan was gone from your mind, whining and desperately trying to move quicker. However, he had a firm grip still, keeping you from any attempt of doing so.

One hand traveled up your back and into your hair when he felt you had calmed enough. He pulled you as close to him as he could, your arms wrapping around his shoulders. His other hand moved to your lower back, rubbing small circles with his thumb. He kept you like that for an agonizing amount of time, just holding you to him while his cock twitched deep inside you.

You caught your breath, mewling into his ear for him to do something. Anything! He shushed you, placing light kisses to your shoulder. “You said this was for me, right?” his voice was quiet, having a little growl to it that sent a shiver down your spine. “All for me… So, I’m going to have you how I want.”

His hands moved to your hips, guiding you to move, increasing your pace little by little. He settled on a speed akin to a crawl, causing you to whimper pathetically at the near lazy pace. He was more than strong enough to keep you from trying to go faster.

There was a fleeting thought that this must have been what he had been feeling during your teasing. And that's what it was to you. Teasing. Wonderful, tortuous teasing. When you had finally stopped struggling did you begin to really take notice of the feel of him moving around you. Moving in you. There was a warmth building in you that you had never noticed during sex before.

You had the sudden urge to be closer to him. A need to be closer. Just to feel more of him. Your arms wound tighter around his neck, hands fisting his limp hair, pulling yourself to him until your chests were rubbing together, your light breaths puffing in his ear.

You let out a strangled gasp as your body convulsed in an orgasm that you were unaware had been building. You had been so wrapped up in the new sensations of the slow, sensual dance that you were completely blindsided by it. So much so that you nearly slid off his lap. His grip didn't let you get far though, still moving your hips leisurely on his cock through it all.

Kirishima let out a hum of approval as you came down. He gently bit and sucked at the juncture of your neck, groaning out little praises of how good you were doing at this pace. How might you deserve a little reward.

He leaned back from you enough to see your face, tightened his grip, and began rapidly bucking up into your swollen pussy. It was like going from zero to eighty. You weren't ready for the suddenness of it. It sent you reeling, crying out, and tensing entirely in overstimulation. It was much closer to your preferred pace. Now gripping his shoulders, you also leaned away from him, tilting your head back to try and give yourself more leverage to move at your rhythm, only to have his hand force your head back down.

“No, no,” he breathed, locking those burning red eyes to yours. “Look at me. Don't you dare look away.” While breathy, his voice was commanding, compelling you to obey.

You watched his face contort, eyebrows forming a slight crease in his effort to keep pace. His ears, cheeks, and neck were flush such a pleasant rosy color. His lips were pulled back to show off his teeth that were just enough apart for his grunts and groans to clearly be heard as they grew louder. He as working to keep his eyes open and on you. And he was very much enjoying what he was watching.

Your eyes were half open, struggling to keep contact with his when your body wanted to throw itself back in pleasure. Your skin was too hot, numbing your nerves to anything but his cock pounding up into you. Your lips were parted just enough to let out your growing whines until it dropped open in a loud, gasping moan. Kirishima couldn't last after witnessing that display, pulling you into a sloppy, heated kiss as he spent himself deep into you.

Your heated make out simmered down to light, affectionate pecks as you both relaxed into one another. He held you close, hips still twitching in the aftermath. He still didn't let you go as he flopped back onto the bed, causing you to let out a little squeak of laughter. The two of you stayed like that for a few moments, simply basking in the presence of each other.

“So,” you started, pushing yourself up to look at him. “What did you think?”

He gave a breathless laugh. “Honestly? I, uh… heh,” he looked a little sheepish. “I really wouldn't mind using it again.”

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MSA time travel idea (part 31)

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, Vivi POV, 8, 9, 10, Lewis POV, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, Lance POV 18, 19, Lewis POV 2, 21 , 22, Vivi POV 2, 24, 25  Lewis POV 3,  Mystery POV , Vivi POV 3, 29, Lewis POV 4

Part 32: here

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Why? Why couldn't he have just stayed dead? WHY? All he has done is make things worse! So much worse. Sure, Lewis is alive, but at what cost…and for how much longer?  How much more can he lose? Actually, no, he doesn’t want an answer to that question. Arthur used to think nothing could top being murdered by his best friend in terms of terrible experiences and, oh boy, has he been proven wrong.

“Hey…”

Wrapped in his carefully constructed cocoon of self-loathing and mourning, Arthur ignores the irritatingly cheerful voice. He is beginning to hate the sensation of sound vibrating in his chest.

“HEY!”

Of course, the demon can’t take a hint and leave him to suffer in silence.

‘What,’ Arthur projects sullenly, pulling his attention forward. As much as he would rather drown in despair, he doesn’t want the bastard to start threatening Lewis’s family again. After failing a few more times at crashing the van- Arthur doesn’t even get the merger satisfaction of freezing his body for a millisecond now the demon is on alert- this really is the very least he can do.

“We’re here. I thought you might appreciate being coherent for the visit.”

Begrudgingly, Arthur finds the motivation needed to focus on their shared soundings. Surprise, surprise, there is a lot of flat desert. However, now the expanse is broken by a single structure; Kingman Mechanics, sign dark, sitting directly ahead of them. It is the same half red-brick, half corrugated iron building it has always been, yet the exterior is cold and uninviting. It looks like one of his frozen memories, drained of all colour and lifeless. Arthur watches with mounting discontent while the demon parks and strolls up to the front door.

Wind throws dust at their eyes, forcing the demon to squint in shared discomfort. The gusts are stronger than usual, and, if Arthur were to hazard a guess based on the darkening clouds, he’d say there was a storm coming in. Overhead, grey blackens, the day begining to transition into night. Lines of police tap, positioned across the closed garage door have been pulled free and are waving about like demented hands. No sign of police, though.

“Hello! I’m home,” The demon sings out, flinging open the unlocked door, “Oh wait…I forgot. There’s no one here…”

Arthur knows the sentence is meant to upset him and hates the stab grief, which immediately shoots through his chest. The fact that he’ll never see Lance come ambling out of the side door to greet him and welcome back is painful.

“At least…There should be no one here,” The demon continues, examining the space with a more critical eye, glancing back at the open door, “That was definitely locked when I left.”

Arthur is too busy drowning in another wave to depression to care much about the reception desk, which has been pulled apart and emptied across the ground. Usually, around this time of day, Lance would either be working late or packing up, grumbling about the low lighting and his poor vision.

Casually, the demon meanders over, examining the mess left scattered on the floor. Loose paper rustles underfoot, disturbed by their approach.

“So someone’s been through here…I don’t suppose you get a lot of thieves around these parts?”

When he doesn’t respond right away, the demon prompts with a more impatient, “Are you with me back there? ”

‘No...No thieves,’ He musters, mulishly compelling his attention onto the room. Neither he nor his Uncle had been particularly vigilant about locking doors, and they’d never had an issue. Why does it even bother asking when It has all Arthur’s memories? The demon knows everything he does.

A loud snort of amusement. They move further into the building. The door to the hall is open, revealing the narrow passage leading to the equally narrow stairs. Empty and dark.

“Please, I didn’t bother keeping even half the crap you had stored up here. You think I want a few hundred hours’ worth of pathetic pining after dumb friends, or re-runs of the same repetitive daily routines, over and over and over? Trust me, I chucked that shit right out.”

They pause at the entrance to his Uncle’s small, cramped office. Like the reception, the space is a mess. Someone has turned this room as well.

“I just keep the useful and really juicy stuff. Sides, it’s not like you’re going anywhere if I ever need a refresher.”

His Uncle’s shotgun is missing. Okay, that catches his attention. That shotgun had been a fixture of the office for almost as long as Arthur can remember. The reason why the door had been religiously locked during his childhood and teen years. It’s weird to see it missing. Are the two shots kept handy in the desk drawer also missing?   Had his Uncle used them?

Of course, no sooner has he thought it, the demon is checking the draws for the shots. They are, indeed, missing.

“Now, who would come all the way out here just to steal some old gun?”

Arthur has no idea why, but, apparently, this question is rhetorical because the demon has started prowling the space, peering into filing-cabinet and at misplaced, scattered files. A patch of rustic discolouration marking the inside of the door catches their eye. Arthur feels that disconcerting predatory interest return as it picks out several other, similar, splotches. The demon reaches forward, running a finger over the nearest patch, bringing the hand up to its mouth. Arthur gets a flash of phantom nausea at the metallic taste. Blood. What he wouldn’t give to be able to throw up right now.

“Hm…” An irritated sigh, “and this is why I hate loose ends.”

The demon wipes the hand clean on Arthur’s pants. Obviously, the blood meant something more to it than to Arthur. Whoever had been here had either hurt themselves searching the room or had some pre-existing injury. Also, this had to be at least a day old, meaning the person was probably gone.

“Yes, most likely,” The demon answers his unvoiced question unprompted, “Suppose I haven’t killed as many people as I thought...How inconvenient. And here I was hoping to hit the road before sunrise, but it looks like I’ll be hunting around for this moron.”

‘If this road trip so important we should just go right now.’ He throws in half-heartedly, because damnit if a small part of him still hopes that he can stop this.

“Ha. I like the enthusiasm, but it really is nothing urgent.”

One last frown is directed at the bloodstain before they spin to head back into the hall and up the narrow stairs.

“A lot has changed in the last hundred years, and I’ve got a little catching up to do which requires a bit of travel. And then there’s this time-travel mystery to sort out. Lucky us, with a double-strength soul, this body isn’t going to burn out not nearly as fast as it should. It’ll give me the time I need to make this little partnership permeant.”

‘...,’

“The hassle I go through, I swear. Humans don’t even live that long to begin with but, all to often, you idiots just pass on for no good reason. Half the time, I’m not even siphoning that much energy. So weak.”

With the sky coved, there is bearly any natural light coming through Arthur’s bedroom window, making the room gloomy like the rest of the building. Undeterred, the demon starts to rifle through the narrow wardrobe pressed against the opposite wall, putting an end to their ‘conversation.’ While his body goes about chucking clothes onto the bed and sorting them into piles, Arthur just stares. ‘Make this little partnership permeant’…He expects the words to make him sad, sadder, or angry, but he only feels numb.

“Ugh. Your fashion sense is terrible. This baggy orange stuff is about as unflattering as clothes can get.” 

Arthur watches his body spin and pose in front of the dusty full-length mirror he has jammed into the back on his wardrobe, having spent a good half hour trying on various combinations. Black seems to be the colour of choice. No surprises there. The black shirt, dark blue jeans, and black jacket are all old and worn down. He hasn’t worn this stuff in years, meaning the clothes are a whole lot tighter than Arthur really likes. 

“I suppose this will have to do.” The demon examins a lime green scarf, and Arthur can feel the contempt directed at the only green coloured thing he owns. A gift from someone, he can’t remember who. 

“At least it’s not the ugly orange life vest.”

They make eye contact in the mirror, and Arthur mentality winces, wishing he could look away.

“You know, I bet we’d look pretty good with a proper body maintenance routine and some nice clothes. I’ve definitely had more unfortunate hosts.”

“Something to do later. Can’t be killing people 24/7 after all.”

They pack up one of the clothing piles in an old school backpack, slinging it over a shoulder before strolling across the landing into his uncle’s room. 

The demon moves with purpose, knowing exactly what it wants. Lance’s hidden stash of cash which he keeps for emergencies and his wallet. Unlike the reception and the office, both their bedrooms seem relatively intact. If the ‘thief’ had been through, they hadn’t done much to disturb anything. Maybe, if Arthur could find the motivation to care, the inconsistency would be interesting or cause for investigation. He doesn’t care.

The demon frisks the room, mentally tallying up the cash it finds. While it counts the money, Arthur’s attention is drawn to the crumpled up photo, the corner of which is poking out from Lance’s wallet. It’s of him and his uncle standing before a beat-up van. His van. This photo was taken on his eighteenth birthday. The van had been a gift. Numbly, he watches.  

The demon flips through Lance’s assorted business cards in loose motions, pulling out the photo alongside them. Money is left in the wallet, and anything deemed unimportant is dropped to the floor.

‘Wait,’ Arthur objects suddenly when they come to the photo.

“Hmm?” The demon hums, continuing to sort.

‘Keep it…please,”

A pause. “Keep what? This?”

Their vision centres on the photo. The demon pinches a corner, pulling it free, scanning it with minor interest.

‘Yeah,’ Weird how quiet he sounds, considering he isn’t actually speaking out loud.

Humour and mild exasperation follow.

“Sentiment. Thought we’d decided not to get too attached to things.”

Arthur’s not really game for another round of verbal bashing and beratement, so he doesn’t bother responding. He really wants the photo. He wants it so badly it's painful, but he’s not going to beg. Not for something like this. Some of his longings must be filtering through because the demon roles its eyes in an exaggerated movement.

“You know what? Sure. Whatever,” It shoves the photo back into the wallet, flipping it shut and shoving it into their back pocket, “We’ll keep it. Don’t say I never did anything nice though.”

Arthur reframes from voicing his opinion-nice what a joke- too relieved about having something of his Uncle’s. A reminder. 

The relief doesn’t last long.

“Speaking of sentiment. I think it’s time we go kill Lewis’s cute little family,” A fist pump and they head down out to the stairs. Fear, frustration and panic, quickly case away all other emotion. It’s his Uncle all over again. Not again. Maybe he shouldn’t have asked for the photo. No. Arthur’s sure it wouldn’t have mattered…

‘I can’t help that I care,’ He whispers miserably, a small part of him wishing desperately that he didn’t and hating himself for it. 

“Oh, I know.” They walk back out the door, slamming it shut, heading towards the van. The gravel crunches. The landscape is almost black, the invisible sun having finished setting. 

“Say bye…we’re not coming back to this dump.”

Gusts of wind rip at the newly acquired jacket. 

‘…’

“Oh, right. Haha, you can’t speak. Well, it’s the thought that counts.”

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NOTE: HELLO! Just want to take a second to thank the aprox 20-30 return readers for this fic. I have definitely noticed u (like 30 parts in and it would be hard not to). I want to say that I am always pleased to see u return to like/reblog updates. Very motivating. This fic has been spinning its wheels while I attempt to build tension so I hope u enjoy the payoff.   

Also! thanks to the people who drop in every now and then to bulk like/reblog all the parts they missed. It never fails to catch me off guard (in a good way) when I sign in and see 10+ notes from one person. 

Part 32: here

[razorblade180]

Lasting Embers pt20: Fight with all your heart

[Evening in Menagerie desert]

Adam:*trudging up a dune* ( Noon already? Don’t remember it ever taking this long to get home before.)

Adam reaches the peak where the Oasis is down below. A rock pillar half the size of the CCT tower and wide enough for a Vytal tournament match sits just outside of it.

Adam:That’s new.....

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Jael:*climbing the side it* For the love of the gods....*huff* why did I think this was a good idea?

Sienna:*at the top* Come on slow poke, you’re three fourths there! You wanted endurance and strength training so this is what you get. Just take your time and focus on your breathing; I don’t mom put any crumbling ledges on this.

Jacquelyn:*at the bottom* You can do it sweetie! I mean your name is Jael after all; kinda ironic if you fall. If you’ve had enough though just float down.

Jael:I know....*slowly but surely climbing up*

Jacquelyn:(She’s got this) Huh? *feels arms snake around her waist* Speaking of goats, could this be my darling husband that I feel? *smiling*

Adam:Every time I come home this place looks slightly different. Now we have a rock wall? Might as well add a waterfall.

Jacquelyn:That wouldn’t be very discreet now would it? *holding his arms close* I take it you learned Blake is back since you’re here?

Adam:Already talked to her; we’re invited to the festival tonight. They have a spot for us and everything.

Jacquelyn:Good, anytime for Jael to be social is time well spent. *watching her daughter get closer to the top* She isn’t saying anything but this place is making her more anxious by the day. You know what’s gonna happen when she sees you right?

Adam:I’m ready for it. Wish me luck.

Jacquelyn:*Kisses him* No offense but I’m rooting for our daughter.

Adam:Of course you are. *starts climbing the pillar quickly*

Jael:*a few feet from the top* Almost....there!!!

Sienna:Final push! The longer you hang then the more it burns. I bet you dad could do it if he was here. *clearly looking at him*

Jael:Of course he could. Father can do just about anything; he’s....*inches up* the best.

Adam:*smiles*

Sienna:You have his DNA so that should make you pretty cool too. I got up here no problem and I’m not related to either of you. Don’t you have something you want to prove to him?

Jael:Of course! Next time I see him I’m finally gonna pass his test. *getting faster* I’m gonna show him just how strong I am and finally leave Menagerie; I’m gonna be a huntress and show the everyone that- foot slips and hangs by a hand.

Sienna:Jael! *extends hand but is quickly moved away*

Jael:.....*pulling herself up one handed before swinging her other hand to the ledge* Don’t worry about me. *hoist herself up finally* Never count me out; not until I’m dead and gone.

Sienna:*Handing her water* Nice hussle, didn’t doubt you for a second. You’ve definitely gotten stronger.

Jael:I just hope it’s enough to take him on.

Adam:*hosting himself up* We’ll see soon enough now won’t we?

Jael:Father!? When did you- how did you climb this so fast!?

Adam:Didn’t you say I was the best? Had to live up to such high praise.

Jael:*red*I.....Sienna did you see him climbing up? *glaring*

Sienna:I would’ve told you but you looked like any distraction would send you right back down into the sand.

Adam:Well? *opens his arms* your mother isn’t up here so you can stop acting all tough.

Sienna and Jael:.....*both jump up and hug him*

Jacquelyn:*watching from the bottom* “I’m not waiting for dad to come home.” I swear those two just can’t say they miss him when he leaves.

Adam:So.......I heard an interesting thing from Ilia when I went into town. It was about her recent mission.

*their faces go pale*

Sienna:In my defense, I was doing my job. Jael on the other hand....

Jael:Wow, I see how it is. Thought you had my back here.

Adam:You could’ve died out there you know that don’t you? It’s a good thing help came when it did.

Jael:.....*puts her head down* They we’re gonna go after mom; I couldn’t just see stand there and do nothing. I-*gets hugged tighter*

Adam:I’m not mad, just really take the time to think about what you’re gonna do before you do it. *rubbing her head*

*Jael leans into the hug and relaxes. Her face slightly red and warming up*

Sienna:Not to ruin the moment but isn’t time for you to see if all that training you’ve done has actually benefited anything? *holding up Jael’s sword*

In an instant the blade flies over to Jael as she glides to the other side of the arena with a grin. Any signs of earlier fatigue completely gone.

Jael:You’re absolutely right. Today is the day everything changes for me. *putting her hair in a quick ponytail like her mom*

Jacquelyn:*coming up on a smaller separate column* You’ve been home all of five minutes and a fight is already about to start. Have you even eaten yet!?

Adam:I’ll be just fine; not like I have much of choice now anyways. She’s rearing to go. *taking off his cloak and jacket as well as rolling up his pants slightly*

It’s been years yet it’s hard to tell looking at him. The former White Fang leader now stands calmly with his hand resting on his blade; battle scars visible on his arms as he now only wears a black tank top. His shaggier hair going into a much smaller ponytail....

Jacquelyn:*whistles* Whatever you say handsome. Sienna you might want to move out the way.

Sienna:Already on it *walking towards her* all right you two already know how this works. Jael if Adam hits you with three clean sword swings then you lose. Adam if you get hit once with a clean sword then you lose.

Jacquelyn:Knicks and grazes do not count. Neither does any punches, kicks, or bullets; doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try to-

Jael:We know we know! Just start the match already. *crouches low*

Jacquelyn:You take your meds?

Jael:Nope.....

Adam:What? Jael you need to-

Jael:If the strength I’ve acquired by training isn’t enough to beat you by itself then I can’t call it a real win. I’m not taking those pills....

Adam:........

Jael:*staring him down quietly, her blue eyes lit with a calm excitement*........

Adam:Sigh, you heard the girl. Let’s start the match then.

Sienna:Give it your all you two, fight!!!!

.............The breeze cuts through the silence as the sun beams down on them. Nobody dares to move first; no sword drawn.

Jael:(I’ve trained with him countless times and asked Blake for advice. All I need is one measly hit; I’m screwed if I let him decide the pace.)

Adam:Don’t want to attack first? Fine by me. *fires his blade at her*

Jael:*round house kicks back at him as she grips her blade* now he’s gonna-

Adam:*catches it and moon slices horizontally*

Jael:Called it *slices it in half and rushes at him*

Adam:Nice......

The two twin blades finally connect. In an instant Jael goes on the full offensive, unleashing rapid thrusts and cross slashes aimed right for his chest. Not one of them connect as Adam moves his body accordingly; not properly blocking.

Adam:Your form has gotten better. You might want to work on your spacing however. *gripping her free wrist and pinning it behind her* you don’t have to get so close with a sword.

Jael:Tsk, you do for an elbow... *flicks her sword up and elbows his side before catching the blade backhanded for a stab*

The attempt failed as he let her go and kicked her back. Attempting to follow up with his own slash but blocks the bullets she fires when spins around with her gun aimed at his face.

Jael:(Don’t let him breath) *hand springs into the air and slams her now weighted blade right where he stands, causing him to jump back and break the ground up* Oh no you don’t....*sends the newly made debris his way*

Sienna:Aye!!!!! That was nice!

Adam:*cuts through it with ease* Good trick but ..... *glows red and rushes her*

Without warning he starts darting in every possible direction around her. After images of red and black versions of him add to the confusion as they move just as fast.

Jael:*eyes darting around as she constantly moves her head* (He’s too fast! I can’t keep track of-) *looks up* shoot!

Three moon slices come soaring at her from above;each one bigger in size. She hastily back up to dodge the first one while easily side stepping the second. The third one however forces her to block upward; leaving her exposed.

Adam:*closes the distance in seconds and swings his sword fight along her stomach sending her flying back* You’re gonna have to be a little trickier.

Jacquelyn:0-1!!! Don’t let him psyche you out!

Dirt and sand begin to fly up into the air as Jael stabs the ground to slow down her momentum. She then swings around it and goes sprinting right back at him; this time forcing him to jump to avoid her sweep attack.

Jacquelyn:You’re in range...*her hand glows purple as the area around them makes everything float* You and me in zero g’s *kicks him up higher*

Adam:*smiling as he grabs his gun* Bring it on....

Sparks begin to fly as each attack clashes with another. The sound of wilted rose starts to ring slightly in her ears as Adam uses the knock back to change is position; making it a rather tough for her to simply fly around him for a blindsided attack. Affecting the surrounding area and herself begins to be bothersome while maintaining the combat flow.

Jael:*jaw clenched* (Even like this he isn’t leaving me any room to attack. I know the skill difference is vast but...)

Sienna:Woah....he isn’t pulling his punches at all recently.

Jacquelyn:Of course, Jael would be upset if he did. It’s not like he’s untouchable though since he has the scars to prove it. Still.....(this challenge is a tall order for anyone her age and her limitations.)

Sienna:*watching intently* (Don’t give up Jael.)

Adam:You can’t keep this up forever. *pulls trigger but out of ammo* tsk.

Jael:Finally... *lunges at with a side slash*

He blocks it perfectly with his sheath and slashes her into floating debris. Soon after everything starts to fall like normal as tucks and rolls out of his landing.

Sienna:Damnit....

Jacquelyn:0-2 You okay over there? Adam can you maybe tone it down a smidge? This is training after all.....

Jael:Don’t.....don’t you even dare. *picking herself up. Her clothes now filthy as well as her face.* I knew from the start this wasn’t going to be a walk in the park. That’s what makes it so worthwhile.

Blood drips from the corner of her mouth as her heart beat quickens. The lethal sensation pounding in her chest is all to familiar to her but she doesn’t fret about it as she starts to reestablish her breathing in order to calm it down.

Adam:.......Jael, don’t you think you’re over doing it? Maybe we should-

Jael:If you’re that concerned about my health then end this quickly. I’m not just gonna throw in the towel. *reels back her blade as she charges; sending chunks of rocks ahead*

Adam:If that’s how it has to be then. *weaves through the rocks and rushes in*

For the final time their blades clash against each other in a downward slash; sending Jael stumbling back as he lunges with a thrust as a follows up.

Adam:Point number thre-

Jael:*raises her sheath and captures Wilted Rose inside weighing it down and forcing him to let go* This tricky enough for you?

In a similar move, she disarms his gun by lodging Full Bloom into it as he goes to block. Making it drop the ground along with pinning his hand underneath. With a kick off of his chest she dives for her gun and swings it over head. Instinctively making him block it with his free hand only for it to also get pinned.

Sienna:She can’t score a point now!

Jacquelyn:Yeah she can! *grinning*

With her blade pinning his left and sheath pinning his right, she removes Wilted Rose out of her sheath and points it at him with a tired smile.

Sienna:*jaw dropped* Well would you look at that....

Adam:*smirking*.......Now that was tricky.

Jael:*walks behind him and slashes his back* Point number one.....

Jacquelyn and Sienna:That’s the match!!!!! Jael wins!!!!

*gravity everywhere goes back to normal as Jael drops to the ground exhausted and on to his back as he stands up*

Adam:You know if you were any slower or off by an inch you would’ve been stabbed?

Jael:Wasn’t likely, you didn’t notice because it was a small adjustment but I guided the tip of your blade to line it up perfectly. I even made my self lighter to move in time. The real trick was just getting you to rush in and end things.

Adam:You almost gave yourself a heart attack to make me rush things along?

Jael:Hell no, My heart rate did get a bit sporadic for a moment but that’s not why I bled. I bit the corner of my lip to freak you out.

Adam:.....*looks over his shoulder to see a her mouth indeed bleeding from a cut* You sneaky little.....

Jael:Blake and mom said when it comes to solo fights that there’s no one quite like you. The only reason this plan worked wasn’t because you underestimated me; well not completely anyways. *resting her head on him* You can’t stand to see me in pain; your love for me got the better of you.

Adam:*groaning* Don’t tell anyone, I have an image to keep.

Jael:Yes sir hehehe. Not like anyone around here doesn’t know.

Adam:Rest up, we’re going to a festival in a little bit.

Jael:*yawns* Sweet......I get to....tell Blake I’m gonna be a......zzzzzzzz

Jacquelyn:So how does it feel to lose? This fight sort of reminded me of another goat faunus who finally overcame the odds and beat their teacher after many tries in sparring.

Adam:*hands her Jael* You were not my teacher and it was not sparring. I tried to kill you because you were holding me hostage.

Jacquelyn:Eh, details. I’m gonna go put her on the couch. If you finally want to come inside there’s food for you waiting on the stove. *hops of the pillar*

Sienna:Looks like Jael finally-*feels his hand on her head*

Adam:Heard what you said earlier. We may not share blood but you’re just as amazing as anyone else here. *rubbing her head*

Sienna:*reluctantly purring and turning red* Geez cut it with the sentimental nonsense. It’s so unlike you. *removing his hand and jumping off the pillar* I’m gonna eat your food if you don’t hurry!

Adam:*shaking his head* How do I manage to keep up with all three of them? With this extra time on my hands now I might go mad......

[Blake’s House]

Blake:*folding her arms and gripping her sleeve as she takes a call on her scroll*

Sun:*walks in wearing a kimono* Hey Blake do you think this one screams festive and- hey what’s wrong?

Blake:*shaking* There’s been an incident in Vale. We messed up big time.....

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Fic: Puppy On Board (3/?) - Ao3 link

Fandom: Legends of Tomorrow Pairing: Mick Rory/Leonard Snart (currently gen)

Summary: In which life is Big, and Tough, and Extremely Frustrating - but mostly because Len is currently a goddamn puppy.

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On one hand (paw?), Len is pathetically grateful to be back with Mick once more. Just seeing his partner again, when he'd just about lost all hope, is everything he could've wanted and more.

On the other, though, does Mick really need to sleep for so long?

Clearly not.

It's unhealthy, that's what it is.

Len's doing Mick a favor when he sticks his nose into Mick's ear and slobbers on him till he wakes up.

Really.

No matter what Mick might be saying – or, more accurately, cursing.

"You want more to eat, huh?" Mick finally asks, rubbing his face.

Len totally woke Mick up out of concern for his health - but if more food is on the offer, well, you know, he’s not going to refuse...

He's a growing puppy, damnit.

"Food every two hours is apparently normal at your age," Mick said sleepily, heading to the kitchenette corner in his room. "So, I guess it ain't your fault."

Hmph. As if Len would be motivated by something so base as biology.

(Oh, but that milk is good. Hits the spot just right. God, he was so hungry.)

A satisfactory feeding later, Mick puts Len down on the ground and opens the door. "C'mon," he grunts, tossing on a robe - clearly a Legends-imposed requirement, because Mick still sleeps proudly nude as always. "I'd better get you out of here before you decide to piss."

Actually, on that subject, Len's pretty sure he saw - ah, good, there it is.

Mick's still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, which is probably why it takes him a second to catch up to what Len is doing, and on what.

"Wait, no, puppy, that's Sara's - welp, nevermind, that's a lost cause right there." Mick sighs. "I'll tell Sara she needs to get a new pack before the next mission. And maybe clean this one. She'd better not try to make me clean it, when she shouldn’t have left it hanging around where a puppy in search of revenge could get to it..."

Len gives his best "I'm an innocent puppy, really" grin.

Mick gives him a beady-eyed glare. "Don't think I'm not onto you."

Len's smile fades for a moment, then comes back at twice the strength. Mick's figured it out? Already? Thank God! Maybe they can skip ahead to figuring out a good way for Len to communicate, or maybe even to turning him back into a human so that -

"You're trouble, that's what you are," Mick announces.

...oh.

Len whines and slumps down, a process that involves just giving up on this whole standing business and splaying out on all fours like the weight of the world has come crashing down on his puppy shoulders.

"Hey, I didn't mean that," Mick said, crouching down. "It's okay, you're a good boy deep down - yes, that's right, a good boy -"

Len is not a good boy.

Len isn't even a good puppy.

And he likes it that way, damnit! He's a bad, bad man! He’s a supervillain and proud of it, except that right now he's a goddamn puppy.

Near-newborn puppies are not, despite Len’s best efforts, very intimidating.

"C'mon, back to bed."

Fine. But only for a bit, and then Len's waking Mick up again out of sheer spite!

...and possibly hunger.

"Don't know what your mom was thinking letting you wander off this young," Mick comments.

Len nips at one of his fingers, aiming to get him with one of the few milk teeth that have fully grown in so that it will sting.

Don't talk about my mom like that. Not even you, Mick.

Mick chuckles and pets his head and yawns a bit, heading back to his room, his eyes already heavy.

Len huffs, then frowns, picking up a strange scent.

He cranes his neck as far out as he can, just barely able to see around Mick.

It's the new guy - Nate.

He's not doing anything, just standing there, staring blankly down the hallway. He doesn't move or say hi or anything - Mick clearly missed his presence there entirely, and Len would have, too, if his new sense of smell wasn't so strong.

Len yips a tentative greeting, giving a vague wag of the tail, but there's no response and anyway Mick is taking Len away at speed, so there's no time to investigate.

Weird.

Whatever, Nate's sleepwalking issue isn't Len's business.

A few hours later, the Legends all gather in the med bay, which seems to Len like a weird-ass place to meet given the existing presence of a bridge designed specifically for that purpose, but their intention quickly becomes clear.

"Surely the temporal energy doesn't keep you from doing a scan at all, right, Gideon?" Zari asks.

"I can do a surface scan," she says. "And determine health, albeit superficially. For some reason, my DNA scanners can't seem to make head or tails of him."

Head or tails. Heh. Because he has a tail now.

Len finds that said tail wagging in approval entirely without his consent.

He’s going to really enjoy the dog puns.

"Well, what's your verdict, then?" Sara asks.

"He's a very healthy male puppy, with no serious diseases or other issues that I can determine. Comparing his appearance to other images I have, I would estimate an age somewhere a little over two weeks old, though I'm unsure how much older given the temporal issue."

"What breed is he?" Nate asks, giving his fingers for a lick.

Len is tempted - so many interesting smells! - but he pointedly turns his back on Nate to give Zari's fingers some attention. He's pretty sure Nate was on the pro-castration side of things, even if he didn't speak up, and anyway it makes Zari laugh in delight and Nate mutter under his breath about favoritism and it's not even Amaya...!

So, you know, there.

"He appears to be a mix of breeds," Gideon announces.

"So, a mutt," Sara says. "He fits right in already."

"But what breeds?" Nate asks. "That could impact his behavior and needs and - stuff."

"Stuff," Amaya says, amused.

"Hey, I know something about dogs. Not much, I admit, but..."

"I believe there is a significant proportion of husky," Gideon says. "Thereby accounting for the coloration, general form, and blue eyes - though those might be a puppy feature that darken as he gets older."

"Those ears aren't even slightly husky," Amaya objects.

"That's correct - some sort of spaniel, I would estimate, given the size of his ears and - ah - their proportion to his body -"

Len'll grow into them.

"He'll grow into 'em," Mick says.

Len loves Mick. Wise man.

"Hold up," Sara says, eyeing the ears. "How big is he going to get? We don't have enough space for a full-on herding dog here -"

"Huskies are working dogs, not herding dogs, I think," Ray says helpfully from where he's lurking by the door. "And Mick can take him on walks around the ship, or outside once we land."

"If we take him outside, he'll get lost," Zari objects, reaching out to rub Len under the chin.

"He can barely walk or regulate his own temperature right now," Mick grunts. "Doesn't exactly seem like an urgent issue."

"Barely walking or not, he still made his way onto the Waverider," Sara reminds him.

"Should we chip him?" Nate asks.

Len sniffs. Nate's the one who ought to be chipped, what with that sleepwalking habit.

"Not at this age," Amaya says firmly.

"Perhaps a small collar could be fashioned," Gideon suggests. "And the tracking chip placed under the nameplate."

Len sighs noisily. It's not like he hadn't been expecting to be collared eventually, given his shape.

Luckily he didn't have any bad associations with collaring, unless you count a certain period of never-to-be-spoken-of-again bad fashion choices back in the 90s...

The Legends, however, met Gideon's announcement with an almost stunned silence.

"Oh, man," Nate says, breaking it after a moment, "his name. Mick, have you named him yet, or can we help?"

"Well..." Mick said cautiously.

"No, no, please, let us help!"

"I still get veto power," Mick warns.

What about Len? Len should get veto power.

Personally, he's quite fond of "Boss" as an acceptable dog-like name -

"How about Spot?"

For shame, Nate. He doesn't even have spots! Coloration markings, yes, but not spots.

"No, no, Nate, not Spot," Ray says. "He doesn't have spots."

At least Mr. Castration-Is-Good-For-Dogs has some decent opinions.

"He's more black-and-white," Ray continues. "How about Oreo? Or Newsie, short for newspaper?"

Ugh. Positive statement retracted.

"No," Mick says. "Just - no."

"How about Joe?" Amaya suggests. "Or - Carl, maybe? Oh, I know! Rex!"

Len puts his head down and covers his head with his paws, whining pathetically.

"I think even the puppy thinks that's a no go," Sara says, snickering. "Sorry, Amaya."

"It's okay," Amaya says. "He's cute enough; I'll forgive him anything."

Len's traitorous tail gives a wag at that.

"How about something more thematic?" Zari suggests.

"Thematic?" Mick asks, sounding skeptical.

Len's not sure why; he loves things with a theme. If he has to be Heatwave's dog, then he might as well get named something appropriate. Flame or Explosion or Heatpup something -

No.

Hot Dog.

He can just see it now in a newscaster voice: “Here comes Heatwave, famed supervillain, and his trusted sidekick, Hot Dog…!”

Len sniggers, though it mostly comes off as a dry sort of huffing.

...he'd better stop that before they decide to name after Muttley or something.

(He’s far more of a Dick Dasterdly!)

“I’ve got an idea,” Zari says.

"Oh?" Sara asks. “What were you thinking?”

"Well, Mick is going to be the primary owner, right?" Zari says with a shrug. "We could match the dog to the owner."

C'mon, make the Hot Dog joke! Do it! It's right there!

"Something heat related, you mean?" Sara asks. "To match 'Heatwave'?"

"No, that's too obvious," Zari says. "I was thinking more of a contrast - Snowflake, or Snowy -"

"Oooh, Frosty!" Nate exclaims. “Cold Miser!”

"Or you could do the exact opposite of Mick's," Amaya says, "and call him 'Coldwave' -"

"No," Mick says flatly. "Nothing with Cold."

Len had been pretty much in favor of the names, no matter how dumb - he loves a good cold pun - but Mick's voice...

He's in pain.

Len whines, pulling his head out from under his paws and trying to go to Mick at once. It's his fault Mick is in such pain, his fault, he was the one who abandoned his partner like that and therefore only he can make it right. He might not be able to fix it, he's too small to do that, but he'll go and snuggle him and lick him and nip at his fingers till he feels better -

On his hurried way over to Mick, though, Len trips.

Over his own goddamn ear.

"- sensitive subject," Sara is murmuring when Len goes flying, and then she's not murmuring, she's laughing.

Everyone is laughing.

Even Mick, which is Len's sole consolation. Maybe it wasn't exactly how he was thinking of cheering Mick up, but whatever, it worked.

"Maybe we should call him Floppy," Ray says. "After his big old floppy ears -"

Len rights himself and growls at Ray.

"Awww," Sara coos. "Lil puppy don't like that."

"You named your last pet after a musician, right?" Nate asks. "Guns and Roses? What about something else like that?"

"Oh, I know!" Ray exclaims.

Oh, God, no.

"You could name him Tevye! After Fiddler on the Roof! That's your favorite musical, right?"

...okay, that one's not too bad. At least it respects Len's Judaism.

(Does Len have to be circumcised again now that he’s been reborn? He really hopes not. That was one experience he was very happy to not be aware during.)

"Maybe Fiddler would be easier?" Zari suggests. "Or Fiddlesticks? I like Fiddlesticks."

"I already know what I'm gonna call him," Mick says. "I thought of it last night."

They all look at him, even Len.

He's still hoping for 'Boss'.

"That puppy's name is Trouble."

...yeah, that's fair.

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A/N: I wish to give full credit to everyone's wonderful suggestions in the comments to chapter 2, all of which were great and very fitting, and also extremely helpful for writing this chapter :) hopefully work will go quiet again and I'll be able to write more of this soon!

[followingfallout4]

Male companions react to Sole accidentally attacking them in their sleep due to PTSD

AN: I can definitely do this, yes. Of course. But considering PTSD is not restricted purely to a warzone - and because several of the events going on in FO4 could potentially cause ptsd - I feel this could work for a F!Sole too so I made this one for both genders. Hope that’s okay. This took... a long time to make because I wanted to do it justice to whichever way I could. Hope I did. To anyone suffering from PTSD; your demons do not define you and they won’t break you. You’re stronger than they are. You lived through them once, you can do so again until they realise they’re fighting a losing battle. (Still working on the one for the girls.) Intro: Screaming and yelling jolted him awake. He instinctively reached for the firearm next to him when he noticed Sole was the one bringing the noise, as well as twisting and turning. As they touched Sole’s arm, they got punched in the face and as Sole jolted awake they sprung on on top of him, hands on his throat. “YOU WON’T TAKE ME DOWN! GO AWAY!” Synth!Codsworth “Mum/Sir... ”  Codsworth’s exhasparated voice was enough to snap them back to reality from a confused, dazed state. Sole backed away, looking at their hands in shock. Codsworth knew this. Had seen what to do. “Keep calm, look around the room, describe what you see.”  “ I see... a chair and a metal wall and I... I’m so sorry... I didn’t want to...” Sole leaned against the wall and let themself slid down it. “The dreams get... really bad sometimes.”  Codsworth rubbed over his throat, he still had to get used to being quite so physically vulnerable. Codworth whispered. “ It’s okay... it’s okay. I’m okay.” Sole shook their head “ I’m not. Clearly. Damnit how hard can it be to forget something you don’t want to remember?”  “ Mum/Sir, I am fully aware of the horrible things that happened. Please... remember that you are not alone. I... do not understand how it feels but I will never judge you.” Tears were running down Sole’s face. It broke his heart to see them in this state. “ I am facing this alone though. I don’t want to burden anyone with what I”ve seen... heard... But I didn’t imagine I would be a danger to you. What if I hadn’t woken up so easily, huh?” Codsworth came closer, eyes set on sole and grabbing their hand. “I am not hurt. No hard feelings.” Sole shook their head; “ Do you have any idea what it’s like trying to avoid any possible triggers, and even when you manage having to deal with that you may wake up with your hands on your friend’s throat? I feel like I’m going insane sometimes.” “ I cannot say I can imagine such a dreadful thing but I certainly never considered you to be ‘insane’. Could a doctor help? Perhaps someone can give you some sort of medicine to counter these negative feelings? However this remains your choice of course...“ “ Except these aren’t just negative feelings; they’re flashbacks and stress and feeling like I can’t breathe all over again.“ “ Medicine is still a marvel. And surely, you cannot be the only one. Or speaking with likeminded souls might help. I cannot and will not force your hand but... whatever you do I will gladly listen. And I am certain others will do, perhaps people who do understand what it feels like.” 

Danse Danse was physically strong enough to just throw Sole on their back again and grabbed their wrists. “ Soldier, whatever you think is happening it is not real. I repeat this is not real. I am no threat!” Sole had a look of terror on their face, making Danse realize that Sole had snapped out of it relatively fast. He immediately backed off. Last thing he wanted to do was traumatise them by touching them and making them feel trapped.   Sole kept laying on the floor. “ I couldn’t... It all just came back to me.“ “ Slow breaths, easy. “ Sole started breathing more deeply and slowly. “What did?” “ Everything.” “   Do you want to talk about it,  soldier? ?” “ No. I don’t want to relive it again. Please don’t ... ask me to.”  “ You have witnessed, lived even,  a fair share of horrors, have seen the wreckage of society. Are you certain you do not have PTSD? It is a...” “ I know what it is, Danse. And I am fairly sure that I have it, yes.”  “ It is of vital importance you tell me any triggers you have noticed, so I can perhaps help safeguard you from them.” “ You couldn’t if you tried. Not in this kind of world. And again, please don’t ask, Danse. “ Danse pulled Sole to their feet and held on to them, it had worked with Haylen, perhaps it worked with them. Temporarily.  “ Perhaps you ought to stay away from battle for a while, avoid being faced with... “ Sole shook their head. “  I can’t just... turn away from people who need me.” Danse put his finger under their chin and tilted Sole’s head so they were looking straight at him. “  I recruited you. I know you want to help and you did. I owe you one. The Brotherhood and the commonwealth as a whole do. I am but one of the many people who owe you their lives. Their future. You are one of the strongest people i know, you can beat this demon. But perhaps now you need to look after yourself first. At least allow me to anticipate your triggers. You are not the first soldier to have this kind of trauma, some Brothers and Sisters have found ways to lessen the symptoms through medicine, support groups,... You are not alone. Soldier... Sole... You don’t need to battle this alone.” 

Deacon “ S... Sole... I... need... air...” They let go instantly, backing away from Deacon fast. Deacon stated coughing. “ Damn Sole, I mean I’m not gonna judge if you’re into that kinda thing but you should at least give me fair warning.” He was rubbing with his hand over his throat when he noticed the look of sheer horror on Sole’s face.  “ I’m... I’m so sorry Deacon I...”   “ Okay, well, calm down. Sit down. Take a breath. So what’s going on?” “ I have been battling with PTSD and... sometimes at night... I relive some of my worst memories. It comes back in flashes.” Deacon took a deep breath and put his arm over their shoulder. “ Hey, we’re still good. Happy you’re not a synth with a killswitch. I mean, you hear those campfire horror stories...” he winked at Sole but they were still frozen in place. Deacon got a bit closer to them. “ Hey... but seriously though you should talk to some people at the railroad, we can probably help you with that somehow. “ “ I don’t want people to think I can’t do this. I can’t just sit idly by because I can’t take it. It... would make matters worse. Or what if they kick me out?” Deacon chuckled;  “They won’t kick you out. You’re a goddamn revelation, we’ve never been so efficient before. Besides, Des may seem a liiittle bit too focused on ‘the cause’ but deep down she cares. Pinky swear. “ Deacon paused for a second before scraping his throat and continuing. “And hey, if you lose their favour...” Sole flinched at the thought. Deacon scooted a little closer and made eye contact. “Well, if you lose them, you’ve always got me.”  “ You would stay if the Railroad kicked me out? Seriously?” “ What can I say, I’ve gotten used to following you around like an sarcastic puppy. Once a murder bunny, always a murder bunny. You’re stuck with me now. I ain’t going anywhere. But eh... any idea what I can do to help? Now or if this happens again?”

Nick

Nick grabbed Sole’s wrists and pushed them back. “HEY!  CUT IT OUT WHAT THE HELL IS THE MATTER WITH YOU!” Sole shook their head and scrambled backwards until they hit a wall.  “ Those dreams they’re... They just won’t stop. I thought they were gone but...” Nick instantly realised he had handled this all wrong. He had seen this before, when you’re a detective a lot of people come your way. Some good, some bad, some ugly, but all with a story to tell and some stories come with trauma. He shouldn’t have yelled.  “ Do you want to talk about it?” “ Not... right now. It’s too... fresh.” Sole shuddered and still took short, ragged breaths.  “ Okay, just keep breathing all right? Inhale and exhale deeply. Look around. You’re not there anymore wherever there is. It was not real.” Nick avoided sudden movements and sat down slowly, at eye-height with Sole. “Whenever you do want to talk about it... I’m a pretty good listener if I say so myself. Any idea what triggered it?”  “ You know what this is too then?” “ Yeah. Seen a lot of things in the years you were... not with me yet.”  “ Probably the fatigued. I’m not sure. I thought if I avoided... certain things. Perhaps...” “ Yeah, not entirely how that works kid. Whenever you’re ready... please tell me what you know can trigger this and what you know does or does not help? I’m here to help you. Ain’t going anywhere. “ “ How am I ever going to function with this... crap. It’s not going away is it?” “ Says who, huh? If anyone can beat this it’s you. You’ve managed to save half the goddamn commonwealth, you can save yourself too. And if you don’t I sure as hell intend to. “ “ How do you suggest I do that?” Sole was calmer but had their hands in their hair. “ You do better today than you did yesterday. You make plans for the future because you have one, those things in your past are stuck there.  And we discuss a game plan. We figure out what helps. Whenever you’re ready.”  Sole nodded slowly. “Thanks for ... just thank you.” “ Hey just remember I’ve got your back. “

Hancock Hancock startled and grabbed Sole’s wrists. “What... the... hell...” He managed to get Sole’s hands off of him and pushed them away. Sole had snapped out of it and stared at their hands, breathing rapidly. “ If you wanted to get my attention there are better ways.” Hancock approached them and wanted to touch their shoulder. Sole just flinched and backed up against a wall. “ Ok, got it, no touching. Deeeep breaths. In and out. There you go.” Sole looked up a him, calmed down a little. “ Care to tell me what that was about?” Sole shook their head. “ Okay, that’s fine. “ “ I should though. I attacked you, you deserve an explanation.” “ And you deserve better than a man with rotting flesh as a companion but here I am.”  “ That’s not true. You’re the best damn thing that could’ve happened to me. Let’s just say I’ve seen some tragic things. They left a mark. I’m damaged goods Hancock. “ “ Nah, you’re not. You’re more than goods and just a little cracked, nothing you can’t mend with time. Besides, tragically wounded and damaged by demons they can’t escape. That sounds a lot like me. And you’ve been my friend through aaall of the bullshit. “ “ You’ve never attacked me.” “ You’ve made me feel alive. And hey, not the first time I’ve gotten hands on my throat in a bed. Just prefer that to happen under different circumstances. Ya know, buy me a drink first, set the mood a little, get some candles... less vicious.”  Sole smiled a little. A weak smile, supressed by the shivers down their spine. “ You’re trying to distract me.” “ And doing a terrible job of it if ya noticed. Look... you once told me ‘all that matters is what you do from here on out’. All I know is that if I hadn’t taken up with you I’d probably be in a gutter somewhere, getting gnawed on by Radroaches. I’m not gonna let you deal with this alone because you’ve got some demons of your own. You helped me kill mine, let me help kill yours.” “ Yours were killable.” “ So are yours. You can take down anything. And we’re gonna figure out how to deal with this. Speak to some medics, talk to some people. I’m a major ya know. I know plenty of people in high and low places. Well, mainly low places but ya catch my drift.” Sole looked up at him. “ You’re not... gonna cut your losses?”  “ Are you kidding me? Hell no. you know me; Of the people, for the people! But between you and me... a little bit more for you than for ‘the people’.”

MacCready MacCready instinctively gerabbed the inside’s of Sole’s elbows and bent them inwards so they lost their grip on him and fell on top of him instead.  Taking a deep breath he pushed them off of him and got back, gun at the ready but not aimed at them. “I’m on your side! What the hell are you doing?” He then noticed how confused and tormented Sole looked, nothing like usual. Not at all in control, not calm or collected but panicking and hyperventilating. He looked for the plastic bag he’d been carrying along and told them to breathe into it, as deeply as they could. Sole’s ragged breaths became calmer, longer. But their firsts were still clenched, fingernails digging into their skin. He reached for their hand but they pulled it back. “Okay, calm down. Can I touch your hands? I promise I won’t hurt you. “ He put away his gun. Sole allowed him to grab their hands. “Squeeze into those if you have to  Don’t do that. ..What was that?” Sole shook their head. “ I don’t want to say.” “ Well, I don’t know how to help you help me tell you something that wuold help you if I don’t know it.  Okay, that may have been a bit much but you understand what I’m getting at right?” Sole loked down. “That was...a memory. One I wanted to forget.” MacCready’s eyes got softer and he sat down next to Sole.Still keeping his distance. He scraped his throat. “Do you know your triggers?” “ Some. Obviously not all of them.” There were tears streaming down Sole’s face now but they stil looked angry. “ Do you always fight them... physically?” “ The anger is better than what comes after to me. But... I usually work it out differently. Punch an inanimate object, I don’t know. Not... not someone I care about anyway.” “ Hm. You could... get treatment for that. Or maybe talk to someone who had it. Or had it... like me.” Sole’s eyes found his. MacCready inhaled deeply before answering her inquisitive look. “I... I was in a pretty bad place after I essentially saw Lucy get murdered. May have been part of what drove me to the gunners, aside from the caps. Anger was better than panic. “ “ How did you beat it?” “ I’m not sure I did. Entirely. But I... spoke to people. I asked for help. Because I was worried about Duncan. I was worried he would get scared of me, ya know? I found out what helps. Creating routines, minimise stress, make plans of the future. All easier said than done in the Commonwealth. I learned that there is no one way that helps everyone for sure... that kind of thing. i found out what chased it away and confronted myself with my triggers. But that doesn’t work as well for everyone. And it wasn’t pretty.“ “ So... if I hypothetically would ask you for help... what would you advise me to do?” “ You talk to someone you trust. Get whatever you need to get off your chest off your chest. Repeatedly. Talking about what you know helps you overcome a panic attack would be great too, so I know what to do.” “ You’re not gonna run? I mean this is not what you bargained for when you took the job.” “ Oh please, like this is still a job. Did you run when you realised you hired a merc with a lot of enemies and a kid to look after? Nah, I’m in this for the long haul. No matter how bad things get. No matter how much effort this takes. “

Maxson:

Maxson didn’t have too much trouble getting Sole to let go of him, pinning them to the wall with his arm on their neck ‘SENTINEL!” As soon as Maxson noticed Sole was not angrily fighting back but had frozen in place instead he let go. As soon as they did Sole started breathing more raggedly.   “ I suggest you explain instantly why you did such a thing. You have five seconds.” No words came out. Sole just stared at him and seemed to run out of breath somehow. Maxson figured that that was not normal anymore... and that if they’d been a synth in Sole’s place they would not have such a thing happening. Maxson walked closer to them. “Sentinel?”  His anger turned into concern. Like it or not Sole had grown on him. Maxson sat across them. “Concentrate on your breathing, calm down. Listen to my voice. Breathe in. Breathe out. Shh...” He instinctively reached for their arm but when they flinched he decided not to proceed with that action.  “ What caused this? Are you ill?”  “ I don’t... I do but I don’t know what triggered it.” “ ... If something is wrong, if you need help of some sort, I need to know. We have medics. What is it?” “ From who I have consulted... Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.” A look of recognition flashed across Maxson’s face.  “ We can help with that.” Sole shook their head.  “ No I gotta... I gotta just deal with it and move on. Pretend you don’t know this.” “ Sentinel I cannot do that. PTSD is serious, I will not allow you to ‘handle’ this on your own. We have resources. People. Let the Brotherhood help you.” Sole seemed hesitant. “No. I can’t do that, I’m the Sentinel. If they realize I can be beaten down by just looking at certain things, remembering certain things...” “ Nobody blames you for trauma due to saving humanity. After all that has happened to you... they ought to respect you for accomplishing such great feats in spite of it.” Sole shook their head. “Not everyone will. You know this. They’ll try to strip me of my rank. “ “ Fine. Then let me help.” “ Don’t you have better things to do? I’m just... I’m fine.” “ Do you trust me? Is there someone you trust to talk to?”  “ Well... you know now. “ “ Will you allow me to listen? Seek aid for you without mentioning your name?” Sole opened and closed their mouth again. They nodded. “Why would you though?” “ Because... I care. I’ll find first thing in the morning.” “ Maxson...” Sole realised how unusual it was for the Elder to concern himself with such things. Such a trivial thing considering all of his responsibilities. “Hm?” He seemed lost in thought already, paining himself to remember something. Perhaps what he remembered of PTSD.  Sole looked down. “ Thanks.” Maxson reached for their shoulder. More slowly this time. Sole allowed him to put his hand on to it. “ Don’t mention it. And Sentinel... this does not mean you are weak. It means you are brave. You are fighting. You will win.”

Preston “ Ge... neral. Stop. Pl... please. Sole” He put his hands on their wrist and saw them shake their head before backing away.  “ What just... but I was... where am I? What was...  “ Sole sat down and grabbed her own legs, curling up into a ball. “It’s not real. It’s wasn’t real.” Preston sat down in front of them. Sole was having a panic attack. He knew that much. He just didn’t know why.  “ You’re safe. You’re here. What was that? Did you have a bad dream?” “ Sure... let’s say it’s that.”  Preston got closer to Sole. “ With all do respect general, you are a terrible liar.” “ I’m not.” “ Can I help?”  “ Yeah. Tell me what room we’re in. Describe it to me.”

He described the room. and Sole followed his gaze. Making sure they weren’t imagining anything anymore. “ Anything else I can do?” “ Not tell anyone.” “ All right... if you’ll speak to me about it at least. “ Preston felt worried. How had he not noticed this before... all those dangerous situations. How did they... Probably the same way he did. Brave face. People are counting on you. “ Okay. But not... not right now all right?” “ Yeah, whenever you’re ready General. “ Sole hesitated.  Preston looked at them and put an arm around their shoulder. Good thing they had calmed down enough. This attack wasn’t at all that bad compared to... “You... need a hug?” They shook their head. “Hey, what’s up? Talk to me.” “  PTSD, all right? Might not even be the only one in this room who has it. Based on what you told me. So I’m not about to burden you with my problems too.”  " Oh... but...” “ PTSD comes in different forms. You talked to me about your depression, anxiety... you  just have it more under controle than me.“ “ Staying close to people I love helps me. Remind me why I keep going.” ““I appreciate it but... perhaps just leave me be for a second.” Preston nodded and walked towards he door, ready to stand guard. When he reached ithe heard Sole’s voice once more. “ On second thought... I... could use a hug. And... maybe someone to listen. If you don’t mind.” Preston turned around again. “I’ll listen for as long as you let me.Take all the time you need.”  “ On one condition. You need to also talk to me, okay? Please? “ “ Okay. We’ve got each other’s backs. I can work with that.”

     X6-88 X6 managed to grab her wrists before her hands could even touch his neck. “ Is this some kind of human way to indicate you disagree with my demeanor ma’am/sir? Certainly there are better ways to handle the way I serve and protect you and the Institute. I am, after all, your ally.” “ Let me go X6.” “ I’m afraid I cannot do that before I know what caused this... action of yours. Lest you should attempt such a thing once more.” “ Sometimes I remember... certain things and get... panic attacks. So before you lecture me about how fear is irrational and therefore undesirable for a leader let go of me.” As usual Sole couldn’t read his reaction to the news due to those damn sunglasses, but he did let go of them. Sole rubbed their wrists, closed their eyes and tried some breathing exercises before punching a wall.  “ Can I be of help?”  “ I wouldn’t know how... so go ahead. Tell me I’m not fit to lead with such a debilitating disorder or whatever it is that is truly on your mind. “  “ Do these attacks occur often?”  “ They occur less since you’re by my side but yeah they do. It’s got a name I’m told. PTSD; post-traumatic stress disorder. “ “ Strange name, as the trauma seems to be unresolved. “ “ In a way. Regardless...  go ahead. I noticed how excited you seemed about me when you were told to guard me in the first place. If anything this surely solidifies your doubts of me. Bet you’re gonna go run off to the board to tell em what happened.” “ Such faith you have in me. I have to admit I once was... concerned by your seemingly underprepared way of reacting to everything. I didn’t think you could handle this life and the job you were given... but I should not have doubted you. You’re as tough and determined as anyone I’ve met. I look up to you. You could accomplish anything you set your mind to. This also means you could defeat whatever has been haunting you mentally. Though if I may suggest it, you may want to speak to the medics at the institute. They may be able to offer some advice on this.” “ It’s not that easy, especially when you don’t know who to trust. And medics... sure. As if they’ll descreetly handle the information. I haven’t grown on them yet, I believe.” “ You have on me. They are duty-bound to respect your wishes, including those of not divulging information to the wrong people. Such a thing would be treason. In the meantime... Do not leave my sight. Understand?” Sole faked a smile. “Distrust after all?” “ No. I intend to help you battle this in whichever way I can. Including protecting you from prying eyes when necessary and even more so helping you get out of situations you do not want to be in.” 

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[toonerdyandiknowit]

Hardware

Part 2

You just wanted to live a normal life, damnit! Also, bonding with Tony.

I’m not sure how many chapters this thing is going to be, but I’m aiming for about 5.

Little bit angsty! 

[Y/N] = Your Name

[Y/H/L] = Your hair length

[Y/H/C] = Your hair colour

"So..." you hummed, "Now what?"

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The answer to that was, apparently, move in with the Avengers.

Your new place was nice, sure. All your things had been moved and placed the way you liked them in your bedroom and living room. Stark "Call me Tony" had even gifted you with an amazing bookshelf after his first "welcome to the building" visit a week and a half ago.

You were a bit of a book hoarder, with no particular bias towards any one genre. You even had an "Engineering for dummies" that had sat gathering dust since you first discovered your powers. You'd reasoned, at the time, that you should probably know something about what you could do on instinct. You quickly gave up. Mostly, though, you just had sci-fi and fantasy. Either way, you'd never invested in buying a bookshelf yourself, preferring to just pile them up on any available space, a process you had brought over to your new place.

You'd been a little mortified when you realised he must have overseen the organisation of the enormous bookshelf himself (or maybe he just did it all, something that gave you nightmares). You were leaning towards the latter, especially when you realised all your, ahem, adult novels, had been organised by colour on the bottom shelf - and each was covered in post-its with winky faces on. You were also pretty sure there were new ones added to the collection. You were going to have to have a chat about boundaries.

The kitchen was downstairs in the community area, huge and always well stocked, seeing as it was a communal kitchen for the whole team. Thankfully your rooms came with their own bathroom and it was to die for. Also huge, the bath could seat four, had a Jacuzzi setting and built in mood lighting. There was a T.V. in the wall opposite the bath, and the remote was built into the side of the tub. The shower was also within sight of the T.V. and had more settings than you knew what to do with.

Every room was tastefully decorated in your style and in your favourite colour. All in all, living in the base was pretty great.

There was only one, teeny, tiny, problem.

The place was crawling with Avengers.

They were always trying to get you involved in their group discussions, which Tony was always somehow absent for, and at first it seemed nice. Like they were trying to get to know you and make you comfortable. It became quickly apparent that wasn't the case. They spoke about super hero things you didn't understand or want to know about, and you were treated as though that was some kind of failure on your part.

The truth was you weren't interested in the newest work out or the latest weaponry. You didn't care about how their new outfits were so much better for field work compared to the old ones. You didn't want to trade opinions about the state of this country or that country, and when would be the right time to interfere in this situation or that situation. You didn't care about being an Avenger.

It was not a popular opinion.

"If you don't want to use your powers for good, then why have them at all?" Spat Wanda one day. You'd made the mistake of comparing your situations - sure, you both had powers, but you didn't want to use them the way she did.

"Look," you sighed, pushing your half eaten bowl of cereal away, "I didn't choose this, ok? I didn't sign up, or volunteer, or whatever, for these powers. I wasn't soldier or a spy before I got them. I was a student. An English Literature student." You raised your brows, hoping that that would be enough to get the message across.

"But..." started Hawk.

"Look, no. Just no." you barked, standing, "I've been trying to play nice here why you all prodded and poked at me, trying to figure my powers out, but enough. Once your pals at SHEILD decide I can have my life back, that’s what I'm doing: Going back to my life. I fix things because my powers mean I can - and don't have to actually know anything about what I'm fixing."

" [Y/N] If you have the power to make a difference," intoned Steve, "Don't you think it's your responsibility to do something?"

"Tell me something Captain, do you think everyone who takes self defence, everyone who knows how to fire a gun, everyone who knows martial arts, do you think they should all join the army?" you snap.

"Of course not." he scoffs.

"Well? Why not? They have abilities, they can fight and look after themselves. How many times do I have to tell you? I am not a soldier. I was a librarian. Now apparently I'm the best, most ignorant mechanic alive. I do not want to be an Avenger. And no amount of whinging, complaining, or guilt trips, will change my mind." You tossed the last few sentences over your shoulder as you stormed out.

You'd never liked conflict. Sure, you'd sass your way in and out of all sorts of situations, and you'd throw a punch if you had to...but no. Conflict and arguments were not your forte.

Your feet seemed to know where to take you, even if your head wasn't caught up in the act, and you found yourself cautiously tapping at the glass doors of Tony's lab. He grinned when he saw you, hopping over to open the door for you.

"Hey Sparky, been wondering when you'd take up my invitation to come play engineer." He laughed, turning back to his desk to tinker with a pile of circuit boards. On the surface, they made no sense to you, but when you closed your eyes and focused, you could feel the little guys humming with...something. That indefinable something that let you understand tech of all kinds.

"Hm." You grunted, flicking your eyes open and darting them across the lab. Every surface was littered with electrical gear, tools, wiring, pipes and god knows what else. Some walls had burn marks and others had chunks missing piles of dust and rubble scattered around them.

"Sparky?" You heard, twisting your head to look Tony in his concerned puppy eyes, standing much closer than he was a minute ago.

"You're shaking."

It wasn't until he said it that you realised he was right, a shiver had set in deep in your bones, wracking your body with minute quakes as you folded in on yourself.

"Ok, what's going on?" Tony asked, his voice concerned, but tinged with an underlying sharpness as he slowly reached out an arm to touch your shoulder.

"I just.." you sighed, grabbing fistfuls of your [Y/H/L] [Y/H/C] hair to brush it back off your forehead, dislodging Tony's hand as you did so, "I don't like conflict. Arguments, raised voices. And all everyone wants to talk about is if I'm going to be an Avenger."

You cursed silently as you realised your voice was shaking too, and your shivers were getting stronger as you started to get angry.

"And no matter how many times I tell them no, I'm not going to be, I don't want to be...they still just keep pushing. Trying to make me feel bad." Folding your arms across your chest, you looked at the ground, waiting for Tony to tell you that they were right. That you were being selfish, that you don't get to have a normal life because you're not normal anymore.

"Steve said that I have a responsibility to help people, cause I have these stupid powers. He made it sound like I don’t have a choice." Your voice was low and miserable as you hung your head.

You chanced a look at Tony, and couldn't help but flinch at the angry look you found there.

"Alright Sparks," he sighed, scratching at the back of his head, "Come take a seat."

You dawdled behind Tony as he led the way to a worse for wear leather sofa, and you couldn't help the way your lips twitched up as he threw all the gear strewn across it onto the floor. He fell back into the seat with a whumph, and sat staring straight ahead, waiting for you to sit down, but not trying to rush you.

You sat, curled in on yourself slightly as the shivers finally started to die down, though they didn't completely go away in the face of your assumption that Tony was about to start yelling too.

"Rogers seems to be forgetting that we picked you up to register you, not recruit you." He started, and you frowned as you turned to look at him, though he continued staring straight ahead, "See, he, and the others, have this thing about heroism. And the idea that some people don't want the lives they lead is...I dunno, they're a bunch of idiots that think they know best in all things to do with the safety of the planet. My point is," here he turned to look at you, "Any idiot could see you're not cut out for this life. I mean, they raise their voices and you turn into a shivering mess. No offence... and one of these days you're gonna tell me why that is. But for now, I'll talk to them. Try to get them to back off a little. In the mean time, you're welcome to come down here and talk shop with me, or just come down on your own, whenever you need a time out from them."

As he finished his little speech, your shivering finally stopped, and you watched with wide eyes as he looked up at the ceiling and told Friday to give you clearance to the lab, whilst making sure that everyone else on the team (with the exception of Bruce) couldn't enter without being let in by someone with authorisation.

The action reminded you of when you'd spoken briefly with Spider-Man, back when you first arrived, and he'd told you he didn't live with the others. He was still just a kid under the mask, went to school and lived with his aunt, and only Tony knew his real identity. Spidey (He said you could call him that, he actually preferred it over "Kid", as Tony had taken to calling him in front of the team) said out of everyone, Tony seemed to understand wanting to balance a normal life with hero work the best. You were shocked when he told you it was Tony who tried to talk him out of being Spider-Man until he was done with school, and that Steve had actually tried to get him to move in with the Avengers, even though he'd said no.

You didn't think Steve, or the rest of the team, were bad guys...but they were starting to sound more and more like they wanted to collect powered people to defend the world. Whether they liked it or not.

"Thank you." You were in awe. You'd naturally gotten along with Tony from day one, well...after you’d exchanged a few snide comments about kidnapping and Stockholm syndrome,  but you knew he was Iron Man, an original Avenger. And you'd thought he'd be on their side. But when you thought about it...

"Why did you even come back?" The words were out of your mouth before you could take them back, "I mean, never mind."

"No no, you wanna know why I'm still here, after everything that happened with the Accords?" he chirped, seemingly cheerful as he jumped up to continue his tinkering.

"Well, the world was in danger, yadda yadda yadda, same old same old. By the time the dust had cleared we'd all fallen back into our old roles and it just seemed like a waste of time to pick at healing wounds." His voice had grown harder as he pulled at a stubborn piece of machinery.

You knew a little of what had happened, and what you did know pointed towards most of the others turning on Tony for trying to do the right thing, ending with one of the team paralysed. You felt bad for picking at that particular wound, especially since, despite what Tony said, it didn't seem like it was healing all that well. Standing up and following him to the work bench, you peeked over his shoulder.

Focusing of the lump of metal in his hands, you asked it what was wrong.

"That bit."

"Huh?"

"You said to talk shop...so, um, it says that that bit is wiggled too far to the left and that it's disrupting the flow?" You glanced up at him sheepishly as he looked at you with raised eyebrows, before turning to glare at the contraption in his hand.

Passing him the small pair of tweezers by your hand, you giggled as he swore under his breath, trying to realign the wonky piece.

Sliding it into what you could only assume was some sort of software reader, data suddenly sprung up onto the nearby screen and Tony let out a shocked laugh.

"It told you?" He asked, a genuine smile in place as he glanced between you and the screen.

"Well, yeah? It's kinda how my power works, I guess I talk to the equipment."

"Really?" he asked, spinning to face you properly, "Well, what else is the stuff in the lab saying?"

You laughed, pleased to be of some use around here, and pleased to have taken his mind off of the darker aspects of your conversation, and spun in a slow circle with your eyes closed.

There was a lot of half finished stuff here, but mostly everything was singing happily. A smile wormed its way onto your face as you listened.

"There's a few things calling out for you to come finish fixing them but mostly.."

"Mostly what?"

"Mostly it's singing."

"Singing?" he asked sceptically.

"Well, what do you expect machines to do when they're happy and working perfectly?" you sassed, your tone indicating that this was a piece of obvious information.

"All right, all right, Sparky. Damn, wish I could hear that." The wistfulness in his voice made you twist your lips in sympathy, when a strange new voice in the song caught you attention.

"Well, now who are you?" You called over to the robot in the corner, whose “voice” told you it wanted to come say hi.

Pushing your power out, you stroked along its power base until it purred, rolling your way for more attention.

"That's Dum-E." said Tony, raising his eyebrows at the whizzing and churring coming from his robotic assistant.

"He's a sweetie!" you crooned, reaching to rub your hands under Dum-E's claw slash head, simultaneously continuing to stroke his electrical currents with your powers. Dum-E stretched his head out and twisted it to the side like a cat being fussed in just the right spot.

You stayed that way for a few minutes, allowing yourself to lose the days worries while you fussed over the sweet-natured machine. When you finally looked up, Tony was watching you fondly, a new piece of machinery to tinker with in his hands.

"You sure are something else Sparky."

[sisters-of-sin-blog]

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(ok before I carry on I was looking for an appropriate dancing GIF to celebrate the milestone and I saw this one and I was just like “this is too good to pass up, it’s too much like Noct and Prom so it HAS to happen) 

Now that that’s out of the way, WE HAVE DRAGGED 100 PEOPLE INTO MORE FFXV HELL! I hope you enjoy your stay! ;3 

SO, as a massive thank you, your lovely sisters of sin will be giving you one of our favourite RPs (a very kinky Gladnis where I, AsukaSin, play Ignis and my lovely SayaSin plays Gladio) 

Tagging some: @itshaejinju @hypaalicious @louisvuittontrashbags @diabolik-trash-heap @mistressoli

WARNING: Knife play and blood involved!

Title: Punishment

Word Count: 7578

11:39pm. Noctis and Prompto were fast asleep in the other room and Ignis was, as usual, still awake in the front room watching television. He rather enjoyed indulging himself in nature documentaries, more often than not he had been able to drift off to sleep easily whilst listening to them. It was a positively exceptional method in helping the vexed advisor get his much needed rest.

The emerald-eyed man was just about to migrate from the world of the conscious when his phone’s screen lit up and a familiar tune emitted from it. “Hmph... what could this be?” He emerged from the comfortable position he had assumed on the sofa and he sauntered over towards the device, grasping it with his slender, gloved fingers and lit up the screen. The text that had appeared made Ignis’ heart plummet. Ignis… I need your help… I’m hurt bad. I’m outside. It was from Gladio. “Oh Gods…” The brunette immediately shot over to the room where Noctis and Prompto were slumbering to check on them. Once satisfied that they weren’t going anywhere anytime soon he darted over to the room’s entrance, exit, made sure the door was securely locked and made haste for the hotel exit. “Damnit, Gladio, you had better still be alive by the time I get there…”

The large man slipped his phone back into his trouser pocket with a smirk only to wince with pain as he situated himself against a light pole outside of the hotel where he stood. "Hnn...hurts like hell..." He grunted as his arm whined against his slow movements. He got hurt, worse than he intended though he had no one to blame but himself considering he had done it for all the right reasons; at least that notion sounded good within his mind. He wasn't entirely sure how others would take the excuse, especially with the nice sized gash that now graced his forehead. He left without rhyme or reason some days ago, the questioning looks of his companions burning into his back, namely those un-amused green orbs he found himself so fond of silently cursing him for abandoning his opinion on his personal affairs. "Heh...like I could tell you." although it pained him to bite his tongue on the matter, he'd be putting up a front if he said he didn't find solace in the scoldings he received on occasion.

Gladio's eyes lay closed momentarily, that is until his thoughts were interrupted by a door adjacent from him clattering closed. The sound of hastened footsteps across the pavement met his ears before his ember eyes fell upon the slightly twisted face of Ignis coming straight at him. He quickly conjured the prize of his endeavours, the Genji Blade from Gilgamesh himself, in hopes of it cutting him some slack. "Welp, time to face the music."

"By the Six, he's worse than I thought..." Ignis' mind turned into a whirlwind of thoughts as he approached Gladio, gripping his arm to keep him steady. "And what in daemon hell have you been up to to get you in such a way? By the looks of it you're lucky you're not dead, come." The emerald-eyed man wrapped the large man's arm around his neck and carried him behind the hotel into a grass patch.

"Tsh you really think I'm goin' down that easy? I'm offended, Iggy." The man's boisterous laugh rings out into the night as he tries his best not to lean fully on the advisor. "Seriously, I had my own business to take care of. All that matters is I'm back, right? Come on, I snagged a new toy," holding up the sword, he glances at the man's profile noticing his jaw set in a hard line then sighs. He knew he wasn't exactly on his good side but he was serious. Even if he had been hurt through the entire ordeal, he vowed to return regardless. The brunette fell silent for a moment as he was lowered down into the grass, "sorry..."

"Now is not the time for jokes, Gladio. You are gravely injured and I fear there is no elixir in the world that will fully heal the damage done." Ignis could feel his throat beginning to choke him, but God’s be damned if he was going to let this brute-headed man see him like that. "...But aren't you lucky I'm going to try." 

The 'toy' Gladio bore was one of the first things that Ignis had noticed when he first saw him, after his injuries. He had heard of the legend of the Blademaster before from his time studying in the many libraries in the Citadel but never had he thought he would see the man who defeated him, much less it being Gladio.  "Your 'toy' as you called it is certainly impressive, but you have much more important things to worry about right now...rest your head on the ground and relax..." The strategist lowered his voice as he spoke in an effort to relax the burly man, pulling a potion from his pocket.

"Guess I hit the jackpot," the man chuckled as he did what he was told, his muscles protesting as he leaned back onto the slightly moist grass. He kept his good arm folded under his head. Once comfortable, his eyes fell to the sword then shut completely. "To be honest, I think you worry too damn much," he sighed knowing it was in the man’s nature. The shield wasn't one to ever feel guilty for his actions, but today was different. This man was different. Today the guilt was starting to rise like mercury in the bit of his stomach. 

The clang of a potion bottle being revealed caused him to open his eyes again. He watched as slender leather covered fingers moved about his arm and torso examining the extent of damage that had been done. His amber gaze travelled up the advisor’s arms, chest, and shoulders before resting at his face, a look of intense concentration shown through the spectacles that rested on the man’s slim nose. He involuntarily bit his lip.

"I worry just the right amount I've come to believe. You, however, don't worry enough." The emerald-eyed man was getting tired of Gladio being reckless. But he also saw himself in him somewhat; always throwing himself in harm’s way to protect the ones he loves. Ignis believed this was why he wasn't more angry at the large man for staring death in the face and somehow coming out alive, albeit barely. "I'm going to administer this elixir to you for now and then you are going to come with me and rest in the confines of the hotel. You will not be permitted to move until you are fit to do so, are we clear?" He spoke with a firm but caring tone, he meant what he said about the elixir, but the advisor had other plans for Gladio for this moment...

The larger man rolled his eyes so hard he thought he'd seen the inside of his head. "Whatever. I'm not one of those two you baby on the daily; I'm fine." His voice came out more tired than he expected. Maybe he really wasn't? He signed heavily in slight defeat. Just as Ignis, he was groomed not to relish in the pleasure of care brought on by the hands of another. That it was his duty to put others, namely Noctis, before himself. It's the reason why he threw himself in harm’s way to begin with. Therefore all this 'self care is important' or 'your recklessness will be the death of you' nonsense wasn't sticking. Gladio swallowed his slightly rising temper and pride to patiently wait to be treated knowing full well he wouldn't be let alone by an ever persistent Ignis.

The ever patient strategist was quickly approaching the end of his tether with this man now. He withdrew his hands from him and pinched the bridge of his nose and inhaled, prolonging it to flaunt his frustration."You seem very adamant on pushing my patience with you more than usual, so I will give you two scenarios. Scenario one: I will do as I have told you and help you and you won't have to suffer anymore. Scenario two: you continue to be a pride-ridden ass and I will abandon you where you lie and return to the hotel without you. Your choice.” Ignis had snapped, he was no longer prepared to put up with him as much as it would pain him to leave him behind.

The brunette raised both brows seeing his always stoic friend come slightly undone at the mercy of irritation. It amused him and much to Ignis' dismay, pushed his sudden idea to see just how far he could prod at his nerves. "Well would ya look at that. Ignis actually does have a backbone when it comes to making folks do what he wants. Shit I never thought I'd see the day. I tell you what. I'll bend and listen to you for now, but why not aim that same animosity towards our spoiled Prince instead of toward someone who CAN actually handle himself?" He was sitting up now, his head sideways, amber eyes burning into green ones once more. Gladio had a lot of pent up frustrations since the trip started. Not only at others, but himself.

"I will not indulge in your war of words, I warned you." Ignis rose to his feet, turned around and started walking back to the hotel entrance, not looking back. A part of him couldn't believe he was so adamant on pushing him away but the better part of him refused to give in.

"Pfftt, of course you won't. You would't know how to 'indulge' if the opportunity bit you in the ass. You're SOFT." His voice was loud enough so the advisor could hear. Gladio pushed himself off the ground with his good arm before following not far behind before they reached the hotel door. He knew he was treading in dangerous waters but he was curious and he was on a roll.

The emerald-eyed man stopped in his tracks at the over-confident man's word. "Say that again." He knew he was going to. He was quickly devising his assault on the other man before the words left him. He stood upright, arms at his side and his fingers flexed every couple of moments.

"Oh you heard me." He stood directly behind the man, burning a hole in the back of his head. Today was the day he vowed to break that shell Ignis always escaped to. Come hell or high water, he was going to find out what he was holding back. "You're...SOFT." He let the words slip once more with a deeper more menacing tone aim closely to the man's ear.

Ignis quickly spun around, laid his fingers on Gladio's chest and pushed him with all of his might directly down onto the ground. He straddled the man, conjured a dagger and lit it up with fire, holding it close enough to the large man's skin so that it would burn but not too much. "That is the LAST time you dare to attack me with empty insults! You are NOT the only one with burdens to bare, Gladiolus!" He daren't say more as he wanted the large man to mull that over in his clouded mind.

The advisor held his position over the shield for a prolonged period. He wanted the searing heat of the fire combined with his own injuries and his poisonous thoughts to linger for a while longer. In the meantime he gritted his teeth visibly and stared into the amber eyes of the man beneath him.

And there it was. That dormant beast that lay deep within the tactician had been awoken and was out for blood. Gladio sucked in a staggered breath as his heart rate jumped into overdrive within his chest upon connecting with the ground, his arm whining in protest as it went slightly limp against the pavement beside him. He reared his head back inch by inch as the blazing blade before him burned with an intensity that dared him to make a move. Ignis had him on the ropes but he wasn't done.He never broke eye contact with man's seething glare before a breathy chuckle fell from his lips. "Heh ha! I knew you had it in you. But how far can you go, eh Iggy? You don't have the balls to hurt me!" His words were taunting. Gladio continued to stare up at the man through squinted eyes. He watched as his his jaw flexed under the tight tension of his anger. How the small vein in his neck pulsated as he breathed deep. How the flames from his dagger being so close to it's target set his eyes ablaze…

The amber-eyed man had sparked another fire in Ignis' heart that wasn't about to be smothered easily. His dagger inched closer and closer to his neck after he spoke, taunting Ignis to punish him. He made sure the blade was pushed up against the throat of the man beneath him hard enough so that every time he breathed it sliced him that bit more. "Don't test me, Gladio. It would be very unwise, especially given your current condition." He mocked the man, he wasn't about to let him talk down to him in such a manner and get away with it. Every action comes with a price to be paid, and Gladio had a hefty debt accumulating…

"Why? So you can do nothing else about it?" He spat back. Gladio sucked in a staggered breath as the blade bore deeper into his skin. The flames had nearly subsided but they left the blade warm, increasing the ease at which it could cut. He gripped his subduer by the thighs with both hands instinctively to try and cease his movements as a line of blood trickled down his throat. However, something was off. He wasn't completely feeling the normalcy that is 'fight or flight'. Instead, the crazed look in Ignis' eye alongside the continuing twinge of pain at his throat and the thought of impending danger caused heat to pool harshly within his groin earning Ignis an involuntary grunt from the man beneath him.

Ignis had gasped ever so slightly at the tension that had appeared on his thighs and he closed his eyes briefly. He opened them again once he felt the growing tension between their groins and stared the burly man down, trying to adjust to the feeling. "Gladio...why do I suddenly sense some growing 'tension' between us?" The strategist lowered his blade to the large man's chest and drove it into his skin gently, piercing it just enough to elicit a breathy moan from him. "If I'm not mistaken, you seem to be enjoying teetering on the edge of life and death..."

Gladio gasped, his eyes shutting tight as his hands clung tighter to the advisor’s thighs. The mix of pleasure and pain he was currently feeling had his mind reeling. Opening his eyes again, his amber orbs were now half lidded and hazed over with the a hellish desire he was certain only one person could put out. To test his theory, he bucked his hips upward causing him to grind teasingly against the man, another grunt emitting from his lips. "Mmmph there's no sensing it. I can damn well 'see' it from here." The brunette smirked, his eyes dropping slowly to the growing bulges between the two of them. "And If I'M not mistaken, you're eating up this chance to make me your bitch," his gaze shifted back up to the man, noting the small bead of sweat that trickled down his temple.

"Well, who wouldn't pounce upon the chance to make you such a thing?" Ignis inched his tender lips closer and closer to Gladio's ear, gliding up his neck ensuring his hot breath waved across it. "Considering you've been such a handful, you deserve to be punished." The advisor conjured his other dagger and gently ran the flat side of the blade over Gladio's cheek, releasing a short but meaningful moan into his ear.

The shield shivered. He knew he wanted to push the man over the edge but this was on a whole other level. Feeling mentally inebriated at the closeness of the advisor currently invading his very being, he was anxious for more. He wanted the man to turn him inside out. If it meant the beast that Iggy kept within would come out more often, he was more than willing to throw himself over his knee. "You punishing me? Hmm," he grunted and bit his lip, "that'd be a real treat." He smirked and ground up against the man again. His large hands gripping his thighs tighter. "I don't think you have it in you."

Ignis once again let out a moan, except this one was longer, louder. "Mmph, would it now? I'm not sure you could contain yourself." The emerald-eyed man shifted the position of his dagger so the blade was slightly digging into his cheek. "You don't? Well, we'll have to see about that, won't we?" The hand that was previously conjuring the fire-ridden dagger was now grasping at Gladio's nipple, twisting it hard.

"Fuck!" The assault on his sensitive nub causes him to groan in ecstasy while leaning a little further against the blade pressed to his cheek. The slight stinging sensation as it cuts his rugged flesh sends jolts of excitement straight to his groin; evidence of which beginning to push harder against Ignis' underside. "Mmm fucking show me how soft you say you aren't," his voice hung in the air with an urgency unlike any other. Gladio, with a new wave of appreciation taking over, couldn't believe how painstaking hard it was to lie there like a caged feral animal. The idea of what the advisor would be like if he was to come undone had crossed his mind a few times in the past but the opportunity never presented itself. That is until today. Today the bespectacled man had him on sensory overload and he planned to submerge his very being into every moment of it.

Ignis let out a breathy chuckle which faded into a moan at Gladio's words. He flicked his wrist so that the dagger would slice the other man's cheek harshly. "Mm, if you insist using such language I shall have to punish you further..." The dagger he was now holding was traced down to the burly man's toned chest, via a trip down his neck. He made sure the man beneath him could feel his blade and how easy it would be for him to end him right there and then. He would never do such a thing, but he wanted him to be completely at his mercy.  "Oh, Gladio, we seem to be mistaken." He whispers as he traces his lips down the other's neck and litters it with gentle kisses between his words, soon ending up at his chest, head next to his blade. "I'm going to show you what it's like to be at the mercy of the man you have tried so eagerly to break." He exhales a moan before latching his teeth around Gladio's nipple, digging the dagger ever so slightly into his other breast, just enough to break the skin.

The advisor’s words earn him a satisfied grunt in response as he arches his back against the man's mouth and blade. With the two feelings coinciding, the tight hold his leather pants had on his member caused him to ache with release. Admittedly so, Gladio was a slut for pain. Purposely getting hurt in battle wasn't exactly something new to his escapades but he'd never utter a word of it to his companions. The dance between life and death always gave him an adrenaline rush unlike any other; this time being no different. The shield’s amber eyes watched at the dagger worked against his skin; a few beads of blood pooling at its tip. His gaze travelled to the chiselled face beside it; his jaw flexing as his warm tongue played with his hardened nub.

Ignis danced his tongue around the hardened nipple, slowly and carefully dragging the dagger down his rough skin, inching closer and closer to the large gash across his chest that had been there when Ignis had first found him. The ever growing bulge pressing against the advisor's stomach invited a grin to appear on his tender lips and he ground up against it, wanting to tease the shield more and more until he was teetering on the edge of breaking. The emerald-eyed man started to reach for the large man's groin, tracing his slender leather-covered fingers down his hardened abs.

The thin trail of blood created by the blade had his sweat saturated skin set ablaze. Gladio's pulse quickened at the feel of leather clad fingers slipping down his abs dangerously close to the aching beast below. His arm quickly shot up to rake his hand through the advisor’s hair only to tighten his grip. He pulled the man away from his chest for a moment to take in the sight of pink dusted cheeks beneath glasses before leaning up to crash his lips upon his. The shields wet appendage slid across Ignis' bottom lip before shoving its way inside to explore every inch of his beautiful mouth. With a breathy grunt he broke the kiss only for a moment. "You and this damn teasing is gonna drive me fucking insane," he smirked and peered back at the man; amber eyes resembling fire in the dim light.

A wicked smile appeared upon the advisor's face as his eyes shut briefly to indulge in the taste of Gladio's mouth. He opened his eyes again and gave him a look that was riddled with lust before gripping the other man's tented groin roughly. "Mmm, there you go again. I'm afraid you have just prolonged your punishment," he whispers, letting out a quiet, breathy chuckle as his lips trace down his toned body, his tongue gliding ever so slightly over them. Ignis keeps tensing his hand, applying then releasing pressure to tease the large man further.

Gladio unintentionally bucked his hips against the man's hand, his member pulsating within it's leather confines. The heat pooling within his stomach was reaching sub nuclear magnitudes causing his breath to hitch with the combination of the advisor’s tongue against his waiting skin. He was 10 seconds away from shoving the man face to his desired place, however, he was enjoying being at his full mercy.

Ignis' lips finally fell over the tent within Gladio's pants and he began breathing heavily over it, licking his lips and looking up at the puddle of a man below him with a wicked grin. His gaze returned to the other man's groin and he began sucking his member through his pants, moaning deliberately to send vibrations rattling through the large man.

"Six...ughh," the larger man's hands shot up to cover his face as a wave of pleasure snaked its way up his legs and throughout the rest of his body. He ground against the advisor’s lips, cursing the thin barrier between his lips and his sensitive muscle. He moaned into the warm night, the humidity keeping his skin beneath his tank top moist with sweat, heightening the scent of his arousal. How had he found himself in this situation? Oh yeah, because he had a big fucking mouth and liked to play dangerously. I have absolutely no regrets. The thought made the corner of his lips curl into a smile. Removing his hands from his face, his eyes dropped to the man below, admiring how the gentle breeze danced through his sandy hair. His eyes closed to slits before quickly reaching down and gripping his locks. "If you're going to suck it, quit playing games," the burly man smirked before letting his hair go once more.

The advisor grinned at the large man's frustrated words. "Now now, Gladio. I did tell you your language was going to get you punished but you refused to listen..." Ignis' lips were now replaced with his hand, roughly palming the large man's member through his leather pants. "...But I believe it's time for your punishment to really begin." Ignis made short work of relieving Gladio of his pants and underwear to just above his knees. He straddled the man and leaned down into his chest, crashing his tender lips against the shield's. He grasped his throbbing member and began jerking him slowly whilst his free hand reached again for the potion in his pocket. He trailed his kisses down the other's neck as he cracked the potion open and held it over the large man's chest, letting it drip ever so slightly onto his wounds. "You are going to be slipping between pain and pleasure. Just as your pain is being overwhelmed by immense pleasure I'm going to drag you straight back into that feeling you crave so much. I'm going to drive you insane." 

The man's words alone had him yearning for more. As the cool liquid dripped over his open wounds, he shivered. The shield felt his teeth grind instinctively followed by a drawn out breath as the advisor’s hand made contact with his cock. He knew the man was skilled at many things, however, bringing him to mentally to his knees was one skill he gravely overlooked and he was relishing the intoxicating experience. "Shit, do your worst. I ain't gonna cry. You can believe that, Iggy." His voice was thick with lust. Those amber eyes never breaking their gaze from the green ones above that seemed to bore into his soul.

"Oh, I intend to and we shall soon see about that..." Ignis let go of Gladio's cock and he started to suck on his nipple as he got to work unzipping his pants so that his own cock could slip through. "Open your legs. Now." A few more drips of the potion seeped into his wounds and just as Ignis noticed that they were beginning to heal he stopped and bit down hard on the nub in his mouth. He teased Gladio's entrance with the tip of his length, waiting for him to do as he was told.

Holding back a whine from the sudden lack of touch against his length and the final spine tingly chill of the potion within his wounds, Gladio gave a thunderous grunt in response to the man's musings against his hardened nipple. Obeying orders like that of a helpless dog, his legs bent and widened to give the advisor better leeway to his waiting hole. It wasn't like the shield hadn't experimented with this sort of thing in the past but upon feeling the head of Ignis' waiting member, the situation pressed even further to the front of his mind as an imminent reality. Beads of fresh sweat pricked at the surface of his skin as he prepared himself.

"Hmph, good boy." Ignis spat on his hand and rubbed it on his member as a form of lubricant. As soon as he was done, without warning, he thrust into Gladio roughly, using his hips as handles to help him in. The advisor let out a loud grunt as he nestled his face into the large man's neck, biting on it. "O-oh Gods you're tight." He conjured one of his daggers again in one hand and gripped Gladio's throat with the other. He started thrusting in and out of the man slowly as the dagger came up to just under his jaw. "Now, don't you think you could have minded your language? This is just a taste of what would happen if you were to continue..." he trailed the flat side of the dagger along his jawline.

Gladiolus Amicitia. The sworn shield to the King, always a stone wall of a man, found his barriers crumbling at the hands of the advisor above him. Having his more precious area invaded by such a lewd act of dominance caused his loins to burn with a desire of the highest calibre. The overbearing wave of pleasure and pain he was feeling had his mind doing somersaults; his words lost in translation albeit the short gasps that managed to slip between his parted lips. "I-ignis!" The man’s name rolled off his tongue in such a manner of desperation that it almost startled him as to how deep he had plummeted into the recesses of the abyss that housed the essence and flagrant 'physical need' for one, Ignis Scientia. "I-I want to taste it ALL."

Ignis chuckled to himself deviously. "All of what, exactly?" His thrusts came to an abrupt halt, "tell me EXACTLY what you want, Gladio, and leave no detail unspoken." The dagger's razor sharp edge was now grazing the large man's neck, slowly running down it towards his clavicle. The advisor held the dagger steadily over the man's collar bones as he took his free hand to his mouth, gripping the tip of glove in between his teeth and pulling it off slowly, closing his eyes and moaning quietly to add to the shield's frustrations. Once it is removed he leans down to Gladio and kisses him passionately.

Between the heated kiss shared by the two, heavy, ragged breaths fall from the man’s lips as the advisor’s movements cease. He was practically on the verge of insanity caused by the underwhelming feeling of Ignis being inside of him. "I-I want you. ALL of you. I want you to break me and bring me to my knees. Fuck me with every bit of power you've been holding back all these years. I know that little shit in there pisses you off sometimes." He gripped the man’s thighs under his legs, forcing Ignis forward and penetrate his puckered, abused cavern deeper. "USE ME to let it all go!"

There they were. The words Ignis had been craving to hear for years. He sighed heavily, biting into the large man's neck. "You... do not know... how long I've been waiting to... hear that." His words were split by kisses to the shield's rough neck. Those words spurred Ignis on. He continued his thrusts into Gladio after a long while of pausing inside him. He was relentless, nearing a feeling of somewhat desperation for the both of them to climax together, to share an even higher level of intimacy. Thrust after thrust Ignis grunted, occasionally moaning the large man's name until the he was pushed over the edge, spilling his seed deep within his lover.

Gladio gasps at the sudden rush of liquid warmth filling him up. The sheer abundance of pleasure bombarding his body had his glazed ember eyes rolling to the back of his head. "Fucking SIX!" Although his cock had received very little stimulation, the force of desire had him flying down the primrose path at the speed of light completely hands free, finally earning him his release; all evidence of which was now plastered between his exposed stomach and Ignis' disheveled leopard shirt. The shield lay spent beneath him, coming down from the high that once had him on cloud nine. His eyes fluttered gently before opening fully to focus on the sweat matted face above him. He ran his fingers through his own tousled locks before giving a drawn out sigh. "Shit, if being hurt means I get THIS type of treatment, I may have to lose a limb next time." The burly man chuckled playfully, noting that his fresh wounds had started to sting much to his demise.

"I wouldn't advise that. There's nothing I can do to help you with a missing limb." The advisor chuckles too, enjoying lying on the large man for a few more moments. He lifts himself shortly after and notices Gladio's face start to twist in slight pain at his wounds. "Now, I believe it's time I actually heal you rather than make you worse. My... apologies." He rolls his emerald eyes to look to Gladio's wounds, pulling out the elixir from his pocket. Guilt was beginning to seep into him as he looked at all of the extra cuts he 'gifted' him.

His amber eyes softened before nodding. Pulling up and re-adjusting his pants, Gladio lay still as Ignis went to work on his wounds. "For the record, I have no regrets." He grinned before shutting his eyes, relaxing under his gentle touch. "I saw a side of you that I didn't think I'd ever see. But do me a favor..." Gladio flinched slightly at the mild pain of a cut on his lower stomach. "Promise me you'll stop holding that shit in. I know you're the one of us that attempts to keep a 'cool head' but dude, that shit's gonna get someone murdered." He chuckled before falling silent for a few moments. "In all seriousness though Iggy...let me be your lightning rod from time to time...I can take it." His eyes stayed glued to the furrowed brow above his specs before reaching up to lightly touch his cheek, adding a little pressure to make Ignis look him in the face. "Promise me."

"I... promise," the advisor wasn't used to this, feeling guilty for pleasuring someone, even if it meant that he caused them pain in the process. "I... am... so-" Ignis' words are choked from him by tears falling down his cheeks, he couldn't hold them back any longer. He quickly looked away from Gladio in an attempt to hide his tears, the last thing he wanted to do was appear as weak to such a man, especially after maintaining such a 'cool head' for so long.

Gladio moved to his knees in front of his friend, now lover, pulling him into a tight embrace. "You better not apologise. You've done not a damn thing wrong." He knew how desperate he tried to hold in every ounce of anger or sadness, even happiness depending on the situation. He also knew how difficult it was the maintain such a stoic demeanour when you're expected the keep someone else level headed. He understood him completely. There was a method to the man’s madness; a reason for pushing him to his limits. He needed him to let go and let it all out before it consumed him alive. "I won't let you bear all of this crap on your own, Ignis. Let go for once and let me help you, you hear me?" Feeling a light shudder from the man in his arms, he held him tighter, his nose buried against the crook of his neck.

Ignis does not utter a word but continues to let the tears stream down his face. He caresses the cheek of the shield, sighing ever so lightly. "I have gone so long without showing anyone any kind of emotion like this... and to finally let it all out... I... thank you, Gladio." Ignis lifts a hand to his face while the other reaches around the shield's shoulder, holding him close. "I'm trying to let you in but... it's so difficult. I apologise for my current state."

The man's fingers snaked protectively to the back of Ignis' head. The advisor was strong. Any and everyone could see the fire in his eyes when he stepped up to do his job, but even the strongest of buildings had those more softer points that were protected by barriers. Gladio vowed to protect that. He pulled away momentarily, resting his forehead against his.

"No need to thank me. Ya know I've always been here, Iggy." He leaned up to plant a gentle kiss on the advisor’s lips before grinning. Finally he stood, helping the man to his feet. Gladio reluctantly scratched the back of his head as he stared at the front of Ignis'... 'painted' shirt. "Not sure how you plan to explain that one," he chuckles, motioning towards the masterpiece with his chin.

"And where are you going? Your wounds are not healed..." Ignis refused to let Gladio return in such a state. "As for my shirt, those two are fast asleep so they won't see a thing." He smiled gently at the burly man, using his final elixir to help mend his wounds. After some time, just holding the shield in the meantime, Ignis noticed that the wounds that he had caused him had healed almost completely and his mind was ever so slightly set at ease. "I may have been able to heal you of my... actions, but still no luck for the ones you bore when you were on your own..." Ignis looked sad, bothered by the fact he couldn't fully heal his lover.

Gladio looked himself over, noting the fresh wounds had just about disappeared. He simply shrugged at the mention of his previous injuries. "My fault. Don't give me that look. You did what you could right?" He patted the man on the back with his good arm. "Also I don't exactly plan on sleeping out here tonight believe it or not. As much as I love crashing under the stars, there's a bed in there with my name on it." He grinned and winked at the man, "thanks for the help, sexy."

"Hmph, you're welcome, my love." He gave his lover a small smile, still lost in his own thoughts. "We have plenty of room back at the hotel... You can take the vacant bed, I will resume my position on the couch... You need to rest." The tears down the advisor's face had slowed to almost a halt, but as he started walking away there was a small stream of them again. Gods, please stop this, Ignis he thought to himself, embarrassed at his invulnerability.

With a smirk, the larger man followed suit until they found themselves inside the hotel. "You really think I'm letting you sleep on the couch? I'm huge, but I ain't that huge. Bunk with me." The man grinned before reaching a gentle finger up to catch a tear on his cheek, "no more of that, Iggy." He rested his hand on the small of Ignis' back ushering him forward to lead him to their chosen room. His feelings for the advisor at this point were completely undeniable. The idea sent a few butterflies through his stomach.

"If you insist," Ignis raised a hand to adjust his glasses on his nose with his index finger. He took a deep breath, eyes closed, and then exhaled, slowly opening them again. "We should make haste, it is nearing morning and those two will be stirring in a couple of hours. We won't get much rest... but it will be worth it to see you pleased and healed." The advisor rested his hand on Gladio's chest, gave him a quick peck to his lips and then turned to open the door to the room. "This way, quietly." He signalled the large man to the room where Ignis would have been sleeping alone, slowly taking off his jacket and glasses.

Gladio stepped lightly past the other boys door, imagining Prompto sprawled out on one side of the bed while Noct lay in a burrito of blankets on the other. The idea made him chuckle. Although being away allowed him to think a bit more clearly, it was nice being back in the presence of his companions. Quickly he followed the man into their designated room, shutting the door lightly behind him. "Hmm, I don't know about you but I'm gonna hit the shower. Been a few days annnd I'm fucking ripe." Gladio’s laughter erupted throughout the room before he stepped over to Ignis, placing a deep, drawn out kiss on his unexpecting lips. "Mmph get ready for bed, I'll be quick." He winked before turning on his heels to the bathroom.

Ignis relished the kiss as if it was their first. "Understood. I will be waiting..." He bit his lip as he watched the large man head for the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. The advisor took this moment to sit on the edge of the bed furthest away from the bathroom door and mull over in his head exactly what had taken place tonight. We have done so much... And I cherish it. He smiled wickedly at the thoughts of their actions. The slender man made haste in taking off the rest of his clothing and folding them neatly on a chair in the corner. He slipped into bed and withdrew a book from the drawer that he had been reading for the past few nights. With an arm behind his head propping him up, he temporarily lost himself in the pages.

With the door closed behind him, Gladio quickly stripped, careful to avoid any still healing wounds that dotted his bruised body. He let the water run as hot as he could take, the mirror quickly fogging over with the rising steam. Finally, a hot fucking shower. The man's body ached and protested as he moved under the shower head; it only taking a few moments for his muscles to adjust and loosen. He hung his head low beneath the spray as it soaked his hair and tanned skin, remnants of dirt and dried blood starting to pool at his calloused feet. With an arm resting at the back of the shower, the shield quickly sunk into deep thought, the events of the past few days swirling around his conscious. He had come out triumphant in his endeavors and couldn't be more proud. Not only did he conquer the Blademaster himself but... he managed to capture the heart of a man he held dear. A man he didn't know he needed to desperately until now. You're on a roll big man. He chuckled to himself, the more intimate of events causing him to shiver. After a few more moments of relaxing, Gladio lathered and rinsed himself off before stepping out of the shower. He caught his reflection in the mirror letting his eyes roam over his bulging muscles as he flexed for a moment before opening the door to the bathroom and leaning against the frame. "I was afraid you had fallen asleep," he peered at the advisor from across the room, a small grin playing at his lips.

"And leave you high and dry? Not a chance. I have more stamina than you seem to think, Gladio." The advisor chuckled, he was so in love with this man and it took the previous events of the evening for him to finally break and show it. "I wanted to fall asleep in your arms, and you in mine. Nothing would make me happier." Ignis smiled lovingly at the large man, his heart beginning to race thinking about it. He couldn't help but wonder if other events would unfold before that stage and he certainly wasn't about to object if they did…

Gladio smiled at the advisor’s words. There was no doubt his feelings for him had grown larger than the skies of Eos and with that he vowed to preserve it. Before continuing, he perked a brow. "Stamina you say? Well damn, I may have to test that theory." The shield pushed off of his place against the wall, his eyes remaining on the man before him as he padded toward the bed that cradled the object of his adoration. The towel once snug around toned hips now lay waste behind him. He stood at Ignis' covered feet, drinking in his presence before ascending onto the bed, crawling upward like that of a feral beast hunting its prey. His still damp hair lay at his shoulders aside from a few strands that fell to his face. As he moved, the dim light danced along his flexing muscles, beads of sweat starting to glisten against his skin like tiny beacons calling out for Ignis' touch.

The emerald-eyed man chuckled and it didn't take long for it to cross-fade into a moan as he felt the large man crawling up him. He lay still, eyes locked onto Gladio's with a sly smirk on his face. "You're going to test me once again? Albeit I'm not opposed to it this time, but you nearly lost your head earlier on..." Ignis gave the large man a wink as his free hand trailed up his side ever so lightly, grazing his fingers along his thigh and up to his ass. "At your own peril," the advisor was deliberately being sarcastic, trying to get a rise out of the man above him.

Gladio smirked, "hmmm what can I say...?" He pulled down the blankets letting it sit dangerously low atop Ignis' slender hips. He dipped down to gently trail his tongue from his navel, over his abs and between the crease of his pecs before stopping to lave at his jawline. "...I like to live dangerously." He smiled before crashing his lips to the man below him, the intensity increasing as their mouths danced together. He pulled away breathlessly and chuckled. "I really hope you didn't plan on waking up early tomorrow," the shield leaned to his ear, "because it's about to be a looong night..."

[justasmallbloginabigklainefandom]

The Great ATOG Reread; Grey part 8

Cause I can’t stop reading. This is a liveblog.

Chapter 25

And Kurt thinks, I can endure this. I've endured worse. No. He hasn't. 

Ah, young love. Sebastian, our resident bag of dicks, is awful for both of them. 

I could write a lot of shit about this and about how Blaine’s on the Phalanx rollercoaster again (even when he’s not Phalanx, I will refer to this as the Phalanx rollercoaster now), but this passage does it all justice.

He tips his cup around, feeling guilty. He wants to be friends with Sebastian. He wants something in his life to be normal. He likes being greeted with a glance confirming that he's wanted, what's so wrong with that? Agent Sylvester treats him more like the Ghost's pet than his partner, the internet can't make its mind up whether he's the sidekick or if he's carrying the helpless Ghost, Blaine doesn't know that some days. Kurt's been weird for a long time, and Blaine can keep attributing it to bad nights on the streets, that team - at its worst, he knows what that team did to him - his job, now this situation with Sebastian; but the truth is just that Kurt is being weird, and Blaine's relationship with Kurt was one of the few normalities he had left to grasp at in his life. Is it so wrong to just want to have something ordinary? Because even Cooper looks at him differently now, like he's still working out if he likes the difference. Maybe even Cooper doesn't know if he does, behind the appraisal in his eyes there is fear: for all he knows every night of Blaine's life is that burning theatre, and it's only a matter of time before the night it's too much. It's weird seeing Cooper scared. The end of Blaine's placement and the end of his course is coming up and if he admits it he is fucking terrified of the real world, of having to actually face people and try to make them better. He's scared of fucking up his course because he never has enough sleep or time, he's scared of having to look for a job, what if he can't find a job? He's scared of not having college's timetables to keep to, the disruption of the life he's managed to keep just on this side of orderly is going to be utter and he's scared. He doesn't know who he is and he can't know how he'll cope with these things. And he would tell Kurt, talk to Kurt, but - But everyone calls him the sidekick, and he can't look so pathetic and lost in front of him . . .

God fuck damnit problem 2.

It’s kind of sad that they’ve reached the point where it’s easier to be the Ghost and Phalanx, because being Kurt and Blaine means hurt and miscommunication. It’s kind of sad they’re aware of the fact that their relationship without masks is getting worse, and they both don’t know how to handle it, so they hide behind their trusted masks.

(Oh, and, uhm... birds)

Oh mother-

Oh. It’s already time for Phalanx to almost fucking fall off that rollercoaster.

(Remember, this is a liveblog, not a review written after I’ve read this crap)

He needs to protect him, he has to protect him, he has to shield him, but - but it's only now facing him saying it that he realises that it's not for Kurt's sake that he's doing it anymore, he needs to be a shield more than he needs to protect him, and he doesn't know how this happened, how he became . . .

I know by now how Phalanx feels about homophobia and how it hurts him. I mean, how does it not hurt? But most night, Phalanx has learned to ignore it, but that wasn’t the right solution. Whereas I agree with the Ghost 100000%, Phalanx needed to do this to get it out of his system.

He’s tired. 

So fucking tired.

Coping has become something he’s gotten used to, because with the life he’s living, all he can do is cope and it still hurts.

AND OG SHIT IS THIS THE MOMENT WHEERE PHALANX ADMITS TO THE GHOST WHAT HAS BEEN DONE TO HIM OH HOD I AM NOT READY?

(Once again, I have the urge to scream. This part always makes me want to scream)

His voice is shaking. "That I don't know who I am."

Oh Jesus, I know I’ve listed Blaine’s problems, but there’s actually only one. Problem 1, 2, and 3 are combined. He has an identity crisis because people keep seeing Phalanx as less than the Ghost, which leads to him regretting some choices he’s made and longing for some normal stuff, which only makes him feel guilty because he doesn’t know what that does to him and who he is and what he’s capable of.

He always says the Ghost is unpredictable, while really, in his eyes he’s the one who is unpredictable.

"Phalanx." He squeezes his hand hard. "Oh my god. Do you actually do this, you sit around comparing yourself to other people's ideas of other people? Like there's not enough in our lives to drive us insane before you start listening to them? Because they don't know us, you know they don't, that's the point. The way they talk about me isn't me. And you know that and I know you know that so why would you think that anything they say about you . . . because I never wanted you to be another me, you know I didn't, you're - better -" "No."

Of course, the Ghost is so confused. Because of all this shitty miscommunication, the Ghost hasn’t noticed any of this at all.

What’s the best solution?

Throwing yourself off a building.

Oh how I love the Ghost.

He’s right about Phalanx, though. Phalanx should stop seeing the Ghost as a victim. Phalanx does not get to decide whenever the Ghost needs to defend him. He’s the Ghost of New York City for fuck’s sake.

And Phalanx is Phalanx.

There's a lot to take in. There's so much to take in and some of it is - heavy and dark like a bruise he has to accept, he knows he just has to bear, but mostly he feels - mostly he feels - He feels so light it's like he has wings, straining for flight in the air this high over the city. Because he told him. He told him. And the Ghost - Kurt -

I almost started crying, but this time from happiness. I feel the exact same thing. This fic is kind of burden for a reason, and finally it feels like there’s this heavy thing being lifted from my shoulders.

He laughs, can't stop it, he feels so light, he feels - lifted - out of all those dark places, all those confusing shadows, the Ghost took a look at his dark places and he's not afraid of the dark. He just marched into them for him and said, There's nothing here. It's just shadows. There's nothing scary, look. If there are any ghosts, they can do him no harm now. Maybe they never meant harm to begin with.

Enjoy your coffee, boys.

genderflipped ghostlanx hell yes \o/ I hate when assholes only flip *one* of them because thanks for erasing their queerness guys, but girl-on-girl ghostlanx srsly does do it for me <3 An m/f couple is not automatically a straight couple yeah, but given how heterosexist thr world is anyway, I have no faith that people are being *clever* when they only flip one, they're 90% probably just being a dick. 

Shit, fandom is on a roll. (They’re both right)

For the first time in this entire verse, Ghostly is high key freaking out. We’ve seen her freak out before, but now you finally get what’s going on and why she rejects BB. Given the fact that they’re both adults, age isn’t important, and Ghostly knows that.

But Ghostly, the woman made of steel, is afraid.

Or not 'as soon'. That's the worst thought. What they would have done to him. How long it could have . . . it would never have been just death.

Phalanx is back on the rollercoaster, but this time the Ghost has strapped him in his seat. He’s slowly realising that all the dark thoughts that have been nagging him... aren’t that big of a deal.

BUT

You know what I love about Grey? The solutions to the problems are so small and so easy, and they make those problems feel like nothing. Yet, they’ve suffered. They’ve suffered a lot. 

Yes, looking back on them, those problems were fucking easy, but that doesn’t mean they weren’t bad. Rainjoy is a genius for doing that. The problems and the suffering were still valid. As a reader, you’ve seen how much this has fucked Phalanx up. You’ve seen that, even though the problems seem relatively easy to handle, they’re not easy and unimportant at all and Phalanx’s pain and suffering was real and valid.

Some stories fall in the “YOU’VE BEEN OVERREACTING ALL THIS TIME GROW A PAIR” trope, which is just awful. Rainjoy doesn’t follow that trope. Rainjoy writes reality.

He's allowed to struggle. He's allowed to not be sure. He's allowed to find it hard. That's what life is. And the joy of being allowed to fuck up, he could cry, he never knew how hard he was trying until he was told that he could forgive himself for it.

YES!

Oh wait, this is also the chapter where he gets poisoned? HE REALLY CAN’T HAVE NICE THINGS, EH.

I hate the Pink Dagger. How can someone be such a great, yet awful, villian?

Chapter 26

Oh shit, all that was just ONE chapter? This is what happens when I liveblog.

Phalanx is dying. AGAIN.

Why does this always happen to Phalanx? This and the fucking rollercoaster I named after him.

Phalanx means so much to him, he’s willing to break all the rules? Driving with Finn? Cool, why not? Stopping in front of Mike and Tina’s apartment and making it obvious they know each other? Sure? Willing going to meet a villian, knowing it’s a trap? Yeah?

Two things to remember about the Pink Dagger. One is that he does have an incredibly twisted sense of honour when it comes to the superhero vs. supervillain game; he understands the rules they're supposed to work by, and he sticks to them. If he said that he made an antidote then he almost certainly did. He's not actually evil, not as the Ghost knows evil. He might want to take the Ghost down out of sheer petty spite but he's got very little against Phalanx, and if he said that he made an antidote, in his ridiculous, overdramatic way, he probably did. The Ghost does have a chance to save Phalanx's life - if he can actually get that antidote. Two is that he's a coward.

OH god. Again, he’s one of the most brutal villians, but he’s also awful at being a villian? This is why Rainjoy chose Sandy Ryerson to be a villian.

Why is he so dangerous? This is awful. He’s forcing the Ghost to relive his worst memories and to make his worst fears seem real. It’s so bad the Ghost fucking gives up.

But he does that. He fucks up the rules for Phalanx.

Mike picks something up from the night table, lets a breath out like he needs to steel himself, and injects it into the drip running into Kurt's arm. "He's been drugged. His fear responses are - I'm trying to regulate them. He was calm enough when he got back, it's only when he started waking up that he -"

Can’t these guys get some rest?

They need a vacation, but Mike and Tina will have to pass for now. They’re good people.

It is awful. Blaine knows that what the Pink Dagger did to the Ghost was supposed to kill him. That he's alive at all is because he had people to help and because he's incredibly fucking strong, and, Blaine knows, because he's incredibly fucking proud; Kurt might die, but not to someone who calls himself 'the Pink Dagger'. But he hangs, still, on the precipice of how weakened he is. What was done to him should have killed him, and what he teeters on the edge of isn't just that his heart beat itself so hard it could have ruptured, that his lungs could have suffocated him by breathing too hard. He was dying of fear. He didn't have a clue where he was, he didn't know what was happening, he just knew that he was terrified almost to the point of it killing him and for all he knew alone in it, and Blaine doesn't know what desire Kurt could have left for waking up. He leans to his ear, brushes his hair behind it with his fingertips, murmurs to him, "Finn's here." He strokes his wrist. "You going to wake up and say hi . . . ?"

FUCK.

Kurt’s recovering, but he can’t fully wake up. Blaine is still recovering too, but at least he’s awake, and he can think. Kurt seems incapable of doing anything.

Finn carries him, over his shoulder and unresponsive, down to his car. They only get a few stares, the incredibly tall man carrying the smaller unconscious man like a rolled up carpet, the shambling little guy leaning on a much taller and very bruised man with a woman carrying the bag to the car behind them almost in tears. People have seen weirder. This is New York.

Bless.

And Kurt gave Blaine his life back: Blaine will never fail him now.

Double bless.

I feel bad for Rachel though, since she’s not used to this, but that’s life.

This is so fucking hectic and sad, at this point I even miss the fandom.

Because Kurt gave him a new mirror to see the world with, and now that neither of them are on their feet, he really has the time to look into it, to see the world reflected the right way. To see himself reflected the right way, finally.

Thee times bless. I am just so happy for him that Blaine’s feeling so good about himself, even though he’s half-drugged.

But now he has time to think and slowly, 

God. Blaine's not the only one struggling with what other people say about him.

he starts to realise that they’ve gone too far and that they need to talk. Kurt has changed to world the day before, and Blaine wants to do the same.

Both Blaine and Mike know medical shit (I don’t), so they both know the awful truth: Kurt doesn’t want to wake up. Well, Blaine’s not gonna let that happen.

The line opens, and he says, "Hi, Mr Hummel."

Chapter 27

Oh, you get Kurt’s POV.

This is kinda sad.

He’s so defeated. He’s ready to die.

Thinking Blaine will always have Sebastian anyway. Well fuck that bag of dicks.

It's not just the streets, it's every magazine he opens, every time he turns the TV on, every time he overhears another joke in a café, every time he goes online. Be yourself! society sings, and then, You're doing it wrong. Kurt can't do it right.

Please, don’t die.

Well shit, I know you won’t die. I mean - JULIO.

But it’s so sad to read about someone who wanted to give the world everything, but got nothing back.

He got stopped by the police, once. Came back to Kurt's apartment on a Saturday afternoon and the showers at his gym were out of order, he'd travelled back hair sweat-wrecked, more Phalanx than Blaine, still in his gross boxing gear and not the neat polo shirt and bow tie packed in the bag over his shoulder. And he'd been - his smile was a little wrong, too broad, as he recounted too amused that a couple of cops had stopped him for questioning (for walking while in possession of a suspicious skin colour?), like it was funny, when Kurt stared at him thinking, What? The police have never stopped Kurt. Not for all those years Kurt actually was performing illegal activities every night, no-one ever looks at Kurt and thinks of trouble, and looking at Blaine making light of it Kurt thought, They never would have stopped me. Not if I came straight from aikido looking like I'd just been in a fight. They would never stop me just for being on the street. Blaine had shrugged, grinning, and gone to use Kurt's shower. They both knew he was more startled by the incident than he'd let on, but Kurt suspects that he's the one who remembers it more often than Blaine does now. Because Blaine makes light of it so he doesn't feel hurt and angry, and Blaine's inherently sunny nature pushes these things out of his mind, and to Blaine, of course, this is only one incident amongst all the incidents that make up his life and can be catalogued as such - but to Kurt this was new and appalling, it was sickening. The one tick box that never will hurt Kurt: the cops who stopped Blaine knew nothing at all about Blaine that mattered to them except that they could tell that he wasn't white, and for once, his appearance didn't even 'pass'.

What good does it do Blaine, how will it possibly help him survive, if the only difference between them is that Blaine is forced to live by two tick boxes that will never be right instead of one . . . ? No wonder he claimed that he didn't know who he was, how can he? Caught between straight enough, male enough, white enough and the boxes that forces him into, how can that make him feel about the other halves of himself? Be yourself! society sings. Just not like that.

Is it weird I think about this a lot? I recently made a doodle of Phalanx and Incendiary, in costume, looking unamused and it read “NOT WHITE, BUT NOT A CRIMINAL”

Blaine isn’t black, which is kind of a terrifying thought. The way people stereotype black people is fucking awful, but I sometimes feel people forget that all PoC have this problem. It doesn’t matter what colour your skin is, as long as it isn’t white, they will look right through you.

Society says, Be yourself! We have already designated which 'yourself' is acceptable.

Shit son.

BUT FUCK YEAH PAPA HUMMEL IS HERE, READING VOGUE.

Really Kurt, wake up.

"Buddy, I hate to do this to you, but you gotta start wakin' up. You're scaring your doctor. Don't even get me started on your boyfriend. Kurt." He nudges his cheek again, until Kurt drags his eyes back open. "You're scarin' me."

WAKE UP.

AND HOLY SHIT

NO

NO

NO

NON

O

NO

THIS

OH I AM NOT READY

GHOSTLY

I wish I could put the entire passage in this post, but it’s too much. Ghostly. I’ve read a lot of good Ghostly stuff over the past week, but this is the best of all of them, because she’s right. This wears you down.

So here is the second thing I'd suggest, before the next time you treat someone else like shit because it's less effort than stopping to think before you start to type: imagine a mask on every person you see. Imagine that *they* deal with impossible shit you haven't got a clue about, imagine that they suffer such crap that other people throw at them, imagine that *they* make sacrifices to make the world a better place and that they deserve our respect for it, because you know what, fandom?

Ghostly, I love you.

This part of this chapter is needed, because you delve right back into the pile of shit that is Kurt Hummel’s current mental state.

Blaine stares at his coffee, then shakes his head, slowly. He takes a sip of coffee, holds it in his mouth and thinks before he swallows. Blaine has spent too long letting other people dictate to him how he should think and feel and live; Kurt has spent half his life coping with things he can't cope with by living for other people instead. And it's only now they've hit this wall that Blaine realises that neither of their coping methods work. Blaine can't let himself be pushed and pulled by other people, can't let what other people think dictate to him who he is but Kurt can't keep on disappearing the way he does, just submerging himself into other people's needs, fading himself away because he thinks that someone else needs something more.

Blaine is realising that they have missed so much. Kurt really had no idea what Blaine was going through, and now Blaine understands that Kurt’s been coping on his own too. Burt Hummel reminds him of that.

They don’t necessarily have to talk about heavy shit only. Just knowing they’re both awake and together is enough.

Amused, now, "How was your day, Blaine?" "I sang a medley of nineties girl group r'n'b in the shower." Kurt's laughter ripples under Blaine's cheek, sunlit water over stone. "I know, I could hear it." "I really enjoyed it." "I could hear that too."

Chapter 28

Something was finally restored to him in all that shouting, all that spent grief, something more than just Blaine's body was healed by that antidote. Returned to Kurt again is the boy he first met, wiser but still bright and enthusiastic and sweet, chivalrous and hopeful and kind, he looks at Kurt and it's like he sees him. His eyes are actually on him. He's actually smiling because of him. And he actually seems to look at him. He actually seems to listen and hear him. Because for so long now they've been so used to each other, Kurt felt himself so dull to Blaine as Blaine went for coffee with Sebastian and what was Kurt anyway, Blaine already knows Kurt and Kurt is hardly the most interesting creature on the planet, the most interesting part of Kurt is the Ghost. Blaine fell in love with the Ghost first, it's not like Kurt ever could complain, but, but - How long has it been since Kurt felt noticed? Phalanx and the Ghost were for so long so much steadier than he and Blaine were, in that costume Phalanx paid attention to him, in all that dull grey the Ghost was actually noticeable.

Welcome back, idiots.

It’s still so shitty how defeated Kurt feels. It’s like he has a time bomb strapped to his chest. He seriously thinks he’s going to die. He stops caring. Why care? One day, it will all be gone.

And Kurt goes with Brian, because whatever. Blaine is with Sebastian anyway.

Both of them are just... sigh. Kurt realises what’s Brian after, and Blaine realises Sebastian is a bag of dicks.

Fuck Sebastian and fuck anything Sebastian says. Blaine is defined by the choices he makes: now and every time, he's choosing Kurt.

Good. Sebastian is disgusting. You know who else is disgusting?

So if Ghostly's not here to yell at everyone for like expressing an opinion, I DO FIND THE WAY HE STANDS REALLY ANNOYING OK. Like Jesus we *get* that your gay already I'm sorry, I didn't realize people needed telling this, the fandom's angriest woman having stuff going on in her life doesn't mean that you're not a dick. *Fuck* you.

Fandom. I take back what I said, I don’t miss them anymore.

paleandghostly wrote a thing once about how people want to see puckzilla as a monster because its easy but hes more complicated than that i liked her, noone writes puckzilla meta, hope youre ok paleandghostly xxx

Dude what. You say something reasonable for once.

Was it just because he was still too drained to go back to work, he should never have gone out, and he panicked at his body failing him? Blaine knows how hard Kurt pushes himself and how Kurt's shortened limits might scare him right now. If he felt himself too ill to get home on his own, could that have kicked him into . . . ? But he hasn't done that in months. He hasn't for months and months, Blaine's been so proud of him, Kurt practising meditation breaths and reading up on CBT, Kurt so determined and strong. He hasn't done that in months. How worn down must he be to go back to that old fear, like no-one exists who'll protect him and he can no longer protect himself?

UHM YES TO TALKING ABOUT THIS.

Oh Jesus. The “break-up” is heartbreaking, because Kurt is drowning in his lack of self-confidence and Blaine can’t help him.

Kurt’s problem 2 is really suffocating him.

And he's been strange for months, because of - This. Because of this. He's been strange for months while he was disappearing and didn't - couldn't - tell him - "No. No."

NO.

[razorblade180]

Frozen Blood Finale: Choice part1

[Sneg Village]

*foot steps getting louder*

Jacquelyn:They’ll be here soon; it’s too late to run.

Adam:Okay what are you thinking?

Jacquelyn:*sees on set of foot prints* I’m thinking it’s a good thing you carried me here. They should only be inspecting on person.

Adam:What ever your plan is I’m game.

Jacquelyn:You gotta hide....

Adam:You make that sound easier than it is.

Jacquelyn:Abandon house a few feet back. Leave your sword...

Adam:*bolts to the house and hides in the rubble*

Jacquelyn:*walks in his foot steps and sits in front of the house* Okay, we can do this without anyone getting hurt. Last thing I need is a troops shooting at us. *rubs ankle* Fighting would be a pain right now anyway....

Adam:*under rubble* Ankle still hurting?

Jacquelyn:Nowhere near healed but I’ll manage. Now keep quiet and leave everything to me. With any luck the troops out here are well informed.

Adam:What do you m-

Jacquelyn:Shh! They’re here!

*Five soldiers walk out the woods. The captain looking to be an older man in his 40’s*

Captain:Fan out!

Troops:Sir! *about to separate when...*

Jacquelyn:*shouts* That won’t be necessary!

*troops all point guns her way*

Jacquelyn:Woah! That’s a fine way of saying hello.

Captain:Hold your fire! You there, you must be Lady Frost?

Adam: (Lady Frost?)

Jacquelyn:That would be me. What brings you this far up north; General Ironwood never sends troops around here.

Captain:Atlas troops have been tasked with the entire sweep of our country our country following the recent events of our boarders. The squad for this area was also informed to be on the look out for you; my squad.

Jacquelyn:(He knows of me, but let’s see how much...) Why is Old Ironwood looking for me?

Captain:Apparently it’s been quite awhile sense you’ve last made any contact or reports to him. I’ve been told you’ve been assigned some sort of long term survey mission. He awaits a update.

Jacquelyn:(Typical James, giving just enough info to answer questions but leaving out enough for safety. I can work with this though.) Yes it has been ahead since my last report. I’ve been meaning to reach him but as of late my scroll doesn’t work.

Captain:*puzzled* Are you...not aware of what’s transpired.

Jacquelyn:My mission has me constantly moving about. I’ve been out of the loop for some time because of it. Has something happened? (How is this lie working?)

Captain:We’ve closed our borders and one of the CCT towers has been destroyed causing global communication to come to a halt. Beacon has also fallen.

Jacquelyn:My, looks like I’ve missed quite a bit.

Captain:*skeptical* Indeed, it’s very surprising. How has this escaped you when this is now common knowledge? I’m sure you’ve visit someplace who knows of this.

Jacquelyn:Well you see-

Cadet:Umm Sir? *holds up Wilted Rose*

Captain:A red sword? It looks a bit like-

Jacquelyn:That would be mine! *clears throat and puts it next to her* The journey here can get dangerous. *shows ankle* as you can see?

Captain:Ma’am, why are you here?

Jacquelyn:Oh you know, just paying respects. This was once my home.

Captain:I see......Well it’s clearly now a place full of danger. I think I’ll have my troops canvas the area.

Jacquelyn:I don’t think that would be necessar-

Captain:No, I insist....*glares*

Jacquelyn:(Crap....) By all means then.

Adam:*trying to support rubble*(Not good....)

Troops: *Searching everything*

Jacquelyn:*nervous* Don’t you think this is a bit much? I haven’t heard a peep around here since I showed up.

Captain:Can’t be too careful now can we?

Jacquelyn:I suppose, I just think it’s a waste of-

*creek*

Everyone:*looks at the house behind her*

Adam:*slipping on tiling* (Really not good...)

Cadet:I’ll check it out sir! *rushes over and inspects*

Jacquelyn:*slightly sweaty*

Captain:*pulls out gun* Yoh seem nervous. Is something bothering you?

Jacquelyn:It’s nothing...

Cadet::*sees a glimpse or red and black* I think I got a grimm. *raises gun and moves in until...* wait....I think that’s-!

Adam:*Dashes out the rumble and punches him before sprinting.*

Cadet:Ugh, we got a hostile!

Troops:It’s Adam Taurus!

Captain:What!?

Adam:*dodging and blitzing the other three troops*

Captain:*points gun* You’re mind you piece of-

Jacquelyn:Don’t shoot! *pushes him*

*bullet misses his head by inches*

Captain:What are you- oh I get it...*pushes her to the ground and points gun*

Jacquelyn:What are you doing..?

Captain:Desposing of a traitor; General Ironwood will be disappointed in your treason.

Jacquelyn:*eyes start to glow until*

Adam:She’s innocent.

Captain:*sees Adam with his hands up and surrounded* excuse me.

Adam:That woman has no idea what’s happening; as far as she’s concerned she’s only helped a wounded man. *staring into her eyes* that’s all she knows.

Captain:Is that so?

Jacquelyn:*plays along* Wait, are you trying to say you’re not a huntsman?

Captain:A huntsman!? *takes gun off her* This freak is no huntsman. *walking away from her* it might do you some good to brush up on recent events.

Jacquelyn:*sighs in relief* Then who is this man?

Captain:This animal right here is none other than Adam Taurus. Terrorist and psychopath of the White Fang; enemy across the world.

Adam:Looks like someone did their homework.

Captain:*eye to eye with him* To think I’d get the pleasure of meeting you. On your knees.....

Adam:.......*shot in the leg and drops*

Captain:I said on your knees freak. Next time I tell you something, obey. Are we clear?

Adam:*writhing in pain* Yes....

Captain:What was that *puts boot on his head*

Adam:*face down in the snow* Yes.....sir

Captain:To think the once proud high leader is now groveling in the snow. I guess that’s karma for you; the people you’ve killed must be laughing up a storm *kicks his side*

Soldiers: *beating him passed aura depletion* How does it feel huh? Gasping for air like the people buried under the buildings you destroyed!? Or begging for mercy like the soldiers you crippled!?

Jacquelyn:*clenching her fist tight*

Adam:*bruised and coughing up blood* beat me all you like. *spits blood out* not like I don’t deserve the hate; but don’t expect me to beg for my life. You’ll end up freezing to death before I do something like that.

Captain:*raises foot* You little....

Jacquelyn:Isn’t that-

Cadet:Isn’t that enough? *finally getting up*

Everyone:*looks at him*

Captain:Huh? Don’t tell me you’re feeling sorry for the piece of crap? *another kick in the gut* he’s killed hundreds of us and you think he’s had enough.

Cadet:It’s just...he’s wounded and down. We’re soldiers, shouldn’t we just take him in and be done with it?

Adam:*breathing heavily*

Captain:*sigh* Kid, you sure know how to take the fun out of things. *removes foot* lift him up.

Adam:*being restrained* Is this the part where you take me to prison?

Captain:Prison? Why would he go there? *pulls out gun*

Jacquelyn:Wh...what are you doing?

Captain:Just putting down a wild animal we stumbled across. It attacked the cadet and I had no choice but to shoot. Isn’t that right fellas?

Soldiers:Right Sir!

Captain:*looks at Cadet*

Cadet:R...right.....

Captain:Well Adam*points gun to head* have burning in h-ugh!!! *looks down to see a sword through him*

Jacquelyn:*Gripping Wilted Roses* Damnit....*pulls it out*

Captain:*drops dead*

Jacquelyn:Four years without killing and you had to take that from me...

Soldiers:Captain! *raise guns but...*

Jacquelyn:*Flash freezes them*

Cadet:*horrified* What in the...*tries grabbing pistol*

Adam:*grabs sword and points at his neck*

Jacquelyn:Adam don’t-

Adam:*slices his pistol*

Cadet:*Shaking*

Adam:Leave.......

*cadet sprints off back into woods*

Jacquelyn:You spared him.

Adam:Just....returning his kindness. *collapses on the ground*

Jacquelyn:*rushes to him* You know what happens when he reports what happens don’t you.

Adam:Yeah....we’re as good as dead.