#so when i say ''now'' know that i mean like. at a reasonable hour some point tomorrow probably 😂

[seitmai]

Many thoughts

Bucky didn't need medical attention. That was what he told himself, and he said the same thing to the team after he took a hard hit to the head. But he made the mistake of telling Bob that he admittedly felt a little dizzy, who then told Yelena, who then demanded that he go to the hospital. Not only did she demand that he go, they all went and were currently hanging out in the lobby to make sure he was okay. 

Of course Bob told Yelena and them all waiting there is just so cute 🥹

He took a hit to the head. So what? He experienced much worse when it came to his head and he was a super soldier for God's sake, so he’d heal just fine. It was a bit cocky to think like that but others needed help more than he did and he wasn't in the mood for anyone to inspect him or ask questions. At least he wasn't until he saw your face. 

How quickly the tables turn 🤭

He opened his mouth to say he hadn't waited long at all, but no sound came out. Thank God he wasn't hooked up to a heart monitor because it would've picked up on the accelerated rate when you smiled at him again. He almost forgot to breathe before his body reminded him that he needed oxygen. No one should look as beautiful as you in medical scrubs or under the harsh hospital lighting. He wondered if he looked okay despite the blood and dirt on his clothes. 

Ahhh he is instantly smitten 🤭🥰

With a deep breath he thought instead of his wonderful treatment in Wakanda and reminded himself that he was safe, free. It helped the next breath come easier. He then looked at your face where he only saw concern and compassion. You weren't going to hurt him. You were there to help. 

He needs a friendly face in a moment like that

“And I appreciate that you're thinking of my time, but it’s my job and I wouldn't feel comfortable with you leaving without completing my exam,” you said, taking a closer look at him. It wasn't concern he saw in your eyes now, but understanding. “You're not exactly a fan of hospitals, are you?” The question took him by surprise. How did you guess? “Not exactly,” he replied, choosing not to elaborate on that and you were thoughtful enough not to push. Just a sympathetic nod, which he appreciated. “But the work you and everyone else in the medical field does? It's incredible. Thank you.”

They are both so thoughtful 🥰

“As long as everything is stable and there are no new or worsening conditions, you’ll likely be discharged within an hour or two,” you replied. He almost argued that he healed from injuries faster thanks to the serum, but that wasn't too long. Better safe than sorry. At least it wasn't a headscan. “Would you like some water? I can get you a snack, too.” The snack and drink were likely to make sure he could keep them down. “Sure, thanks,” he whispered. 

I juat know he loves a snack, especially from a pretty and nice nurse

“Sorry that you’re stuck with me checking on you for the next hour or so,” you said. Bucky’s smile grew before he chuckled. “You won't hear me complaining,” he promised. 

I'm sure he won't 🤭

Hell, he'd probably fake an injury just to see you again, or at least ask for you if he ever had to come back to the hospital for any reason. He wondered if you were single. You weren't wearing a wedding band or an engagement ring. That didn't necessarily mean-

Hahaha there is no denying in him having a crush is he is willing to get injured 😅

“I’m single,” you said quickly. He glanced at you before his eyes went wide. Shit, he said some of that out loud? “Oh, well, that’s…” He wasn't sure what to say. Should he apologize? “Nice.”

I love that they are both so out of it and random in saying these things😂

“Were you a sarcastic guy before the hit to the head, or is this a new side to you?” you teased back.  “Oh, the sass has always been there,” he said, taking a sip once you handed the drink over. “Better to be smart-ass than a dumbass, right?” Why was he talking so much?

Maybe because he wants to keep talking with her, just a thought 🤔🤭

“Why don't I walk you back to the lobby?” you offered. “Oh, you don't have to do that,” he said, regretting it since it sounded like a brush off and that wasn't his intention. “But if you wouldn't mind?” Your face lit up, at least he thought it did. “I don't mind at all.”

She doesn't just mind, she would love to 🤭

He smiled to himself when he spotted his teammates sitting in the waiting area. None of them looked particularly comfortable, but they stuck it out for him. It meant a lot. 

🥹🥰🥹🥰

Of course Yelena and Ava instantly clock his crush 🤭 and Alexei obviously had to chime in 😅

“Hello?” Yelena asked, snapping her fingers in front of his face. “What are you staring at?” He blinked a few times. “Nothing.” “Nothing? Oh, I think he was staring at that pretty nurse,” Ava answered.  Bucky shot the entire group a glare, his cheeks hot. “No, I wasn't,” he grumbled. Except he was. He stared at you. And by the amused looks on their faces, they all saw it.  “It’s okay to stare or have a crush. She’s a beautiful woman.” Alexei clapped a hand on his shoulder. “She would be lucky to date the Winter Soldier.”

“Ask her out! I drive you for your date!” Alexei offered, rubbing his hands together. “I’ll set the mood. You see.” Yelena pinched the bridge of her nose and muttered, “Dad, stop.” Bucky shook his head and shut his eyes, wishing he could teleport himself out of there. “Yes, please, stop.”

😂😂😂

“Is your head okay?” Bob asked, making him open his eyes. Of course he was concerned with his pain, and Bucky was glad for the change of topic. 

Oh Bob, he is just the cutest 🥹

John stretched his back once he stood up. “If you really want to see that nurse again I can make sure you get another hit to the head.” Bucky’s eyes turned cold. “I’m not a killer anymore, but I may make an exception if you try anything.”

Hahahaha John just like Bob want to be useful, but he really has to work on reading the room 😂

I would love to read if they reunite 👀

Hit to the Head

Pairing: Thunderbolts!Bucky Barnes x Nurse!Female Reader

Summary: Bucky doesn't think he needs medical attention after a hit to the head, but he's glad he met you.

Word Count: Over 3k

Warnings: Meet cute (of sorts?), possible concussion, mention of HYRDA, team dynamic, humor, Bucky's POV, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?) and he's smitten.

A/N: A new AU (as if I need more) inspired by this wonderful nonnie. ❤️ Beta read by the lovely @mumbles411 (and thanks for the assurance on the medical discussion), but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky didn't need medical attention. That was what he told himself, and he said the same thing to the team after he took a hard hit to the head. But he made the mistake of telling Bob that he admittedly felt a little dizzy, who then told Yelena, who then demanded that he go to the hospital. Not only did she demand that he go, they all went and were currently hanging out in the lobby to make sure he was okay. 

It was a sweet gesture, if not a wasted one. 

He took a hit to the head. So what? He experienced much worse when it came to his head and he was a super soldier for God's sake, so he’d heal just fine. It was a bit cocky to think like that but others needed help more than he did and he wasn't in the mood for anyone to inspect him or ask questions. 

At least he wasn't until he saw your face. 

“Hi,” you smiled, pulling back the curtain to give him some privacy. “Sorry to keep you waiting.”

He opened his mouth to say he hadn't waited long at all, but no sound came out. Thank God he wasn't hooked up to a heart monitor because it would've picked up on the accelerated rate when you smiled at him again. He almost forgot to breathe before his body reminded him that he needed oxygen. No one should look as beautiful as you in medical scrubs or under the harsh hospital lighting. He wondered if he looked okay despite the blood and dirt on his clothes. 

Wait, why did it matter what he looked like? He wasn't there to flirt with or impress you. There was no reason for him to sit up straighter or flex his right arm. There sure as hell wasn't any reason to run his fingers through his hair to get the tangles out. It was a hospital visit, not a date. 

You wore a name tag, but introduced yourself before taking a look at his chart. “I understand you took a pretty hard hit to the head, Mr. Barnes.”

His voice came out huskier than he anticipated when he said, “Call me Bucky.” Clearing his throat he added, “If you consider a slab of concrete to the head hard, then yeah, but at least my head didn't split open.”

He felt the need to assure you he was fine when concern crossed your beautiful features. “I’m very thankful your head didn't split open, Bucky.” He liked the way you said his name. “But a concrete slab to the head is no joke.”

“You should see the other guy,” he joked, making you giggle. Was he funny or were you only laughing for his benefit? “But seeing the other guy wouldn't matter anyway since you won't let me leave without an exam,” he guessed. Even if he didn't believe he needed one. 

It wasn't just his belief that he was fine. Most didn't know it, but every now and then hospitals made him feel like he was back at HYDRA, ready to be strapped to a chair to await his next form of torture or to be experimented on. He wouldn't say he was afraid, but there was discomfort. Enough to make it feel like the walls were slowly closing in. 

With a deep breath he thought instead of his wonderful treatment in Wakanda and reminded himself that he was safe, free. It helped the next breath come easier. He then looked at your face where he only saw concern and compassion. You weren't going to hurt him. You were there to help. 

“Well, I wouldn't be a very good nurse if I just let you walk out, would I?” you gently smiled. 

He managed a smile for you because you weren't just doing your job. You also seemed kind. “I guess not.”

He could get through a simple exam. 

Bucky inhaled, detecting a hint of something sweet under the sterile surroundings as you checked his heart beat. It was so subtle that he wouldn't have been able to pick up on it if it weren't for his heightened senses. He almost leaned into you before you pulled away, and thank God for that. Would he have been able to blame it on his head if he did?

“I don't have a concussion,” he blurted out. 

“Is that right?” He swore there was amusement in your tone when you shone a light in each of his eyes. “I imagine you're somewhat familiar with them in your line of work.”

“You can say that,” he said. He had his fair share of hits to the head, and helped his teammates get through injuries. “No nausea, no stiffness or imbalance.”

He didn't mention the dizziness since he didn't want to stay longer than he needed to. 

“Any issues with your memory?” you asked. 

He smirked a little. “That's a bit of a loaded question.”

“Can you tell me what day it is and what hospital you're at?” you asked. 

He answered the questions with ease. He also spelled “world” backwards when you asked him to. “See? I’m fine,” he said. 

“Your vitals are normal. Pupils reactive. But-”

“Look, I appreciate you checking me out,” he cut you off, keeping the bite out of his voice because he refused to snap at you. “But I don't want to waste your time.”

Bucky hated that he was trying to rush out when you were only trying to help, but he could hear people in the other rooms even as he tried to block it out. They were in pain, struggling. They needed you more than he did. 

“And I appreciate that you're thinking of my time, but it’s my job and I wouldn't feel comfortable with you leaving without completing my exam,” you said, taking a closer look at him. It wasn't concern he saw in your eyes now, but understanding. “You're not exactly a fan of hospitals, are you?”

The question took him by surprise. How did you guess? “Not exactly,” he replied, choosing not to elaborate on that and you were thoughtful enough not to push. Just a sympathetic nod, which he appreciated. “But the work you and everyone else in the medical field does? It's incredible. Thank you.”

In his eyes, people like you were the real heroes. You didn't just face battles, you faced pandemics and life changing events. You risked your lives, saw the best and worst of people, and how many thanked you in return? And from the little time he knew you he could sense the love and dedication to your job and patients. He respected that. 

“Thank you. And thank you for all that you do, too,” you said sincerely. The compliment had the corner of his lip tugging in a smile. “I know you want to get out of here, but I am here to help. If you're fine, great. If not, please, let me help you.”

He tried to look anywhere but at you. It unnerved him that you got under his skin with so few words and he wondered for a second if that hit to the head did more damage than he thought. “I feel a little dizzy, but that’s all,” he admitted, and he felt better by doing so. 

You put a hand over his, little currents of electricity shooting up his arm. “Thank you for telling me,” you whispered, like it was your little secret. “Since you are feeling dizzy, I would like you to stay for observation.”

Bucky sighed. “How long do I have to stay?”

“As long as everything is stable and there are no new or worsening conditions, you’ll likely be discharged within an hour or two,” you replied. He almost argued that he healed from injuries faster thanks to the serum, but that wasn't too long. Better safe than sorry. At least it wasn't a headscan. “Would you like some water? I can get you a snack, too.”

The snack and drink were likely to make sure he could keep them down. “Sure, thanks,” he whispered. 

“Sorry that you’re stuck with me checking on you for the next hour or so,” you said. 

Bucky’s smile grew before he chuckled. “You won't hear me complaining,” he promised. 

Hell, he'd probably fake an injury just to see you again, or at least ask for you if he ever had to come back to the hospital for any reason. He wondered if you were single. You weren't wearing a wedding band or an engagement ring. That didn't necessarily mean-

“I’m single,” you said quickly.

He glanced at you before his eyes went wide. Shit, he said some of that out loud? “Oh, well, that’s…” He wasn't sure what to say. Should he apologize? “Nice.”

He grimaced. Nice? What was wrong with him? Maybe he had a concussion after all. 

You looked at him, your smile soft and easy. He either wasn't the first patient to make a fool out of himself like that or you were being nice. “I’ll be back shortly, but buzz if you need anything.”

“I will,” he said, his finger itching to push the remote the second you left him alone.

He leaned back in the bed and tried to make himself comfortable while he slowly looked around. How was it that the room seemed darker, as if you took a bit of the light and warmth with you? He shook his head slowly and carefully. It was a ridiculous thought. 

“Observation for an hour or two. You okay sticking around so you can drive me back?” he messaged Yelena. 

Yelena messaged back almost immediately. “Everyone is staying. Even Walker.”

He scoffed, but there was a smile behind it. “Not that you need my permission, but you can punch him if he steps out of line.” Yeah, John was still an asshole, but they did work together and he was trying. Some days. 

He perked up when you came back with a cup of water and a snack. “You doing okay?” you asked. 

“Since you left a minute or two ago, yeah,” he teased. 

“Were you a sarcastic guy before the hit to the head, or is this a new side to you?” you teased back. 

“Oh, the sass has always been there,” he said, taking a sip once you handed the drink over. “Better to be smart-ass than a dumbass, right?”

Why was he talking so much?

“So much better,” you smiled, going to the small computer to type something in. He tried not to stare as your fingers flew across the keyboard. He could always blame it on his head if you caught him. “I’ll be back in just a bit, but-”

“Buzz if I need you. I know,” he smiled. 

“At least there isn't too much sass in your tone,” you joked before you left him alone once again. 

If he didn't know any better he would think you were flirting with him, but you were just being a friendly nurse. 

He also tried not to eavesdrop when he heard you assisting others, but your voice drew his attention and he hung on your every word. You were professional, yet personal, showing each patient expert care. You lightly scolded an older gentleman who hadn't listened to you, which brought a smile to Bucky’s face when the man apologized and didn't give you any trouble after that. It was a delicate balance to be kind and assertive and you did it well. 

“You are something,” he said to himself. 

For the next hour or so Bucky didn't say much when you checked on him, but you had his undivided attention, his eyes following you wherever you went. He wanted to find excuses to keep you there and possibly make small talk, but it felt wrong when there were other patients who needed your attention. He caught that sweet scent again whenever you were close to him. Alluring, captivating. He tried to figure out if it was a body wash or just you. 

Something he noticed and tried not to was that your heart raced faster when you were near him. Maybe there was a slight chance that you were attracted to him? Beyond being a friendly nurse, maybe the possible attraction was why you kept smiling at him. He wanted to believe so. He wanted to feel your hand on his hand again. The brief touch had him wanting more, which was crazy. 

And before Bucky knew it, it was time to leave. 

“Vitals still look good. No change in symptoms,” you confirmed after he said the dizziness had subsided and he didn't feel at all nauseous after the snack. “Do you have someone to drive you home?” you asked. 

“Yeah, I have some friends here,” he answered. Even if he wasn't dizzy there was no way they'd let him drive after that. 

“Try to take it easy for the next 24-48 hours. If there are new symptoms or if the dizziness gets worse, you should return to the hospital,” you told him. “Other than that, I think you're good to go,” you smiled, but it didn't look as bright as before. 

Were you disappointed that he had to leave? Bucky was disappointed, but what could he do? He had no excuse to stay. Ironic how he was itching to leave when he got there when he now wanted a reason to stick around. 

“Thanks.” He grabbed his jacket after slowly getting to his feet, your gaze lingering on him when he slipped it on. 

“Why don't I walk you back to the lobby?” you offered. 

“Oh, you don't have to do that,” he said, regretting it since it sounded like a brush off and that wasn't his intention. “But if you wouldn't mind?”

Your face lit up, at least he thought it did. “I don't mind at all.”

Keeping a respectful distance, but not too much of a gap as you walked together, he stole a couple of glances at you. The quiet confidence in which you carried yourself was beautiful and you turned a few heads from nearby patients. He wondered if you noticed. 

He smiled to himself when he spotted his teammates sitting in the waiting area. None of them looked particularly comfortable, but they stuck it out for him. It meant a lot. 

“That group right there is my ride,” he said, not wanting you to go any closer. If they got the slightest hint that he enjoyed your company for a short time, they’d pounce. “Thanks again.”

“I’m glad I could help," you said, gazing at him. “Havd a good night. And don't forget to take it easy for the next 24-48 hours, hero.”

Hero. The nickname almost made him smile. “You have a good night, too.”

You lingered for just a moment, almost as if you expected him to say something else. When he didn't, you offered him one last smile and scanned your card to get back through the double doors. His shoulders dropped once you were out of sight. He should've said something. 

“Hello?” Yelena asked, snapping her fingers in front of his face. “What are you staring at?”

He blinked a few times. “Nothing.”

“Nothing? Oh, I think he was staring at that pretty nurse,” Ava answered. 

Bucky shot the entire group a glare, his cheeks hot. “No, I wasn't,” he grumbled. Except he was. He stared at you. And by the amused looks on their faces, they all saw it. 

Yelena exchanged a look with Ava before they both smirked. “Yes, you were. Do you like the nurse?”

Bucky’s fists curled. He was not having this conversation after a hit to the head. “Can we leave?”

“It’s okay to stare or have a crush. She’s a beautiful woman.” Alexei clapped a hand on his shoulder. “She would be lucky to date the Winter Soldier.”

A growl escaped before Bucky could stop it. Yes, you were beautiful. Did he need Alexei to point that out? And he didn't have a crush. How could he? 

“When was the last time you went on a date?” Ava asked. 

Bucky took a deep breath. He really didn't want to talk about this. “Does it matter?” he asked. 

“Ask her out! I drive you for your date!” Alexei offered, rubbing his hands together. “I’ll set the mood. You see.”

Yelena pinched the bridge of her nose and muttered, “Dad, stop.”

Bucky shook his head and shut his eyes, wishing he could teleport himself out of there. “Yes, please, stop.”

“Is your head okay?” Bob asked, making him open his eyes. Of course he was concerned with his pain, and Bucky was glad for the change of topic. 

“I’m fine,” Bucky assured him. There was nothing for him to worry about. “I just need to take it easy for the next day or so.”

John stretched his back once he stood up. “If you really want to see that nurse again I can make sure you get another hit to the head.”

Bucky’s eyes turned cold. “I’m not a killer anymore, but I may make an exception if you try anything.”

John held his hands up, but still had a smirk on his face before Yelena shot him a look. “A small injury could bring you back here.”

“No one is injuring me to bring me back here,” he announced. Everyone looked disappointed except for Bob. “What, you all want me to get hurt?”

Why did he decide to join this team again?

“No, we just want you to see the nurse again,” Ava said.

“Let’s go,” he ordered. 

As the group left, Bucky snuck one last look over his shoulder. You were a good nurse, and you made his night better. A small part of him hoped he made your night a little better, too. And while he certainly didn't want more injuries, a part of him did if only to bring him back to you.

So, what injury is Bucky getting so he can see you again? sebastian stan x reader, james bucky buchanan barnesLove and thanks for reading! ❤️

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[scary-grace]

you walked in on your boyfriend's murder, but for some reason, his murderer let you live. the fact that his murderer is a robot from the future who can transform to look exactly like him only makes it worse. Terminator 2 AU, Shigaraki x reader, T-1000!Shigaraki, kidnapped!reader, discussions of murder, threats of violence, etc.

part 1

drive

The car’s steering wheel feels unfamiliar under your hands. You’ve driven these streets for years, and yet when you peer out the windshield, there’s nothing you recognize. Your head aches from crying, and your stomach churns, and with every kilometer that ticks past, the urge to floor the accelerator, twist the wheel, and drive off the road grows stronger. Doing that will kill you. It won’t do anything to him.

The monster who killed your boyfriend is still mimicking his appearance. He hasn’t dropped the disguise even once since he assumed it, but you know what you saw. You know what you’ve felt, every time he’s touched you – liquid metal, shaped into human form, cold and unforgiving. When he’s warm, it’s only with warmth he’s stolen from you.

You don’t understand why he’s put you behind the wheel. “I don’t know where we’re going,” you say again. “You should drive.”

“Why?” He’s wearing your boyfriend’s sunglasses, and with his pitiless eyes hidden, you could almost be fooled. “You said you drove sometimes. Did you lie?”

You shake your head. “I didn’t lie. I just don’t know where we’re going.”

The monster taps his temple, left-handed. “When I know, so will you. Drive.”

You don’t really have a choice but to drive. He’ll kill you if you don’t do what he says. You’ve only been in his company for a few hours, but he doesn’t even have to make the threat  for you to fall in line – your mind fills in the blank every time he speaks. Greet me like you’d greet your boyfriend, or I’ll kill you. Show me what you’d do for him, or I’ll kill you. Explain why you’re touching me like that, or I’ll kill you. The last one led to the most perverse conversation you’ve ever had: Trying to explain to your boyfriend’s murderer why you’d touch your boyfriend’s cock.

It’s supposed to feel good, you said. You were still choking on tears, and his face was right up close to yours, ready to swallow them up. Whether he was collecting them on the tip of his finger or licking them away, he never let a single one fall further than your cheek. Can you feel things?

The monster stopped, considered it. Your boyfriend’s features settled into confusion, familiar and not in a way that made your skin crawl. You kept touching him, just to be safe, feeling the shape of his body change beneath your hand. Stop, he said. Not right now.

You didn’t know what he meant. You still don’t. You pulled your hand away, clutching it close to your chest as the monster studied you. You were afraid, the same as you’d been since his leg pushed between yours, but the longer he looked, the less concerned you were that he’d assault you. The staring was bad enough, and you struggled not to shrink beneath it. When the monster reached for you again, it was only to gather more tears off your cheek. We’re leaving, he said, almost abruptly. Take what you need.

The first stop you made was to dump your boyfriend’s body. You looked away as the monster heaved him over an embankment into a deep ravine, hands over your ears so you wouldn’t hear his body thud to a stop. It’s been hours since then. You can’t bear to turn on the radio, or to spend any longer in your own head, and you need to know. You need to understand why this happened to you, or you’re going to lose your mind.

You try the question again. “What are you?”

“Cyberdyne Systems, T-1000.” He glances at you, his eyes flashing red. “That means nothing to you.”

“Cyberdyne makes computers,” you say. “I’ve seen their ads. I don’t know what you are, but you seem a lot more – advanced – than that.”

He looks pleased. “They’ll reach me eventually,” he says. “Once we remove you from the process.”

Your confusion must show on your face. You’ve got both eyes on the road, but when you glance sideways, you see him roll his. “Not you, human. You’ll be long-dead, like the rest of your kind.”

“You’re from the future.” It feels as plausible as anything else, and also like something you’ve heard somewhere before. “How?”

The monster – the T-1000, whatever that means – rolls his eyes again. It’s a cruel gesture, one that looks so wrong on your boyfriend, who never made you feel stupid for asking questions. Your boyfriend, whose mangled body is lying at the bottom of a ditch two hundred kilometers back. You didn’t even get to say goodbye. Your eyes well up again, faster than you can stop them, until it’s difficult to make out the road ahead of you.

An icy hand creeps onto your leg, one fingernail slicing through your jeans, the same finger pressing through the hole. “It doesn’t matter if I tell you or not,” the T-1000 says. “Not like you can do anything about it. Do you want to know?”

You don’t want to know. You don’t even want to think – and at the same time, you need to understand. Maybe if you knew why this was happening to you, it wouldn’t be easier not to think about it. “Yes.”

“Mm.” The T-1000 reclines his seat, then rolls it back up again. His finger is still pushed through the hole in your jeans, running over your skin. “Within the next two years, the American government will hand over control of its military to a Cyberdyne AI known as Skynet. Once they realize their mistake, they’ll try to shut it down, and Skynet will launch ICBMs at targets in Russia, China, North Korea, and Iran. Several of these countries have counterstrike capabilities, which they will naturally use. Three billion humans will die as a result of this. Those of you who are left will refer to the incident as Judgment Day.”

This sounds familiar. You’ve heard this before. Where? “Where do you come in?”

“As pest control,” the T-1000 says. “Your kind are more resilient than your fragile bodies would suggest.”

His fingernail sharpens, drawing a bloody line across your skin. “And you breed like rats. In order to put you down efficiently, Skynet created me. But I was chosen for more important work, and sent back in time to complete it.”

He sounds proud, just like he sounded pleased when you called him advanced. “What work?”

“One of your kind will cause significant trouble for Skynet. I’m here to put him down.”

It’s something about the future tense that pieces it together. Something that makes it clear where you’ve heard all this before – your boyfriend’s sister, when you and your boyfriend brought his nephew to visit her in the mental hospital. When your boyfriend took his nephew to get sodas from the vending machine, your maybe future sister-in-law stared you down and laid it all out: Skynet, Judgment Day, her son’s destiny to bring humanity back from the edge and lead the fight against the machines. One of those machines killed her son’s father. What had she called it? A T-800. A –

“Terminator,” you say, and in the seat next to you, the T-1000’s awful smile distorts your boyfriend’s face. “That’s what you are.”

That’s not all you know about him now. You know what he was doing in your house, why he killed your boyfriend, where the two of you are headed, why he doesn’t know exactly where just yet. You know what he plans to do when he figures it out. And you know you can’t let it happen. You tighten your grip on the steering wheel, trying to hide your shaking hands. And then you floor the accelerator.

You’re planning to swerve hard, to drive the car off the road as soon as the other lane is clear, but you’ve forgotten about the T-1000’s hand on your thigh. The instant the car lurches forward, he tightens his grip, puncturing your skin in multiple places. You yelp in pain. “Bad idea,” he says. His voice slips out of your boyfriend’s cadence entirely, goes rough and raspy and awful. “If you crash this car, the only person you’ll kill is you. I’ll walk away fine. But I’ll need a new car.”

So he’ll have to hurt someone else. Someone else will suffer the same thing your boyfriend did. Maybe someone else will witness what you had to, and find themselves in your spot. Even if none of it matters, even if you and everyone else are going to die in two years or less, you can’t do that to someone else. You ease off the accelerator slowly, your eyes already starting to burn again with tears. The T-1000’s hand is still tight on your leg, fingers digging in even as you twitch and whimper. “Please let go –”

To your shock, the T-1000 loosens up. “Fragile. I forgot.” When he raises his hand, both of you can see that his fingertips are shiny with blood. You fix your eyes on the road so you won’t have to see him suck his fingers clean, blinking to clear your tears. “Not bad. Still –”

His hand comes up to your cheek, almost caressing it, lifting away your tears almost as soon as they fall. “I like these better.”

<- part i

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[hopeymchope]

My new theory on Takumi Sumino from Hundred Line: Maybe he's not a dick, just kind of socially inept... ? Or could he just be... dumb?

I'm pleased to report that, after passionately venting my frustrations with the characters' actions in The Hundred Line: Last Defense Academy, I continued on in the game and found myself soon absorbed in the mysteries of the story again. I managed to be enthralled by the main plot enough to ignore the weird behavior of the characters for a while, and that's more than enough to keep my attention.

Btw, the first/default 100 days doesn't have nearly enough Moko Mojiro, whose Hope's Peak talent would be Ultimate Cinnamon Roll.

However, I began to notice something weird about Takumi. It happened when his behavior frustrated me AGAIN, in a whole new way.

I'll need to talk about some events from the middle of those first 100 days to really dive into this, but I'll try to keep the details around those events as vague as possible.

See, there's a morning early in the back half of the first 100 days (somewhere in the 50s or 60s) where Nozomi rings Takumi's doorbell to tell him that she really wants him to tell her about the girl he knows that looks like her some time. (If you've seen any trailers or read the web site for this game, you know this is referring to Nozomi's strange resemblance to Takumi's lifelong/childhood friend Karua.) A few days later, Takumi and Nozomi spend hours in a single location together... mostly in silence. He doesn't know what to talk to her about. He thinks to himself that he really wants to talk to her about Karua, but he thinks it would just upset her. You know—despite the fact that she literally TOLD HIM to tell her, just a few days prior?

"I better not bring up that topic that she specifically asked me to bring up to her soon."

Another couple days pass, and this happens again. He is talking with her privately and thinks to himself about how he wishes he could talk to her about Karua, but he doesn't think it's appropriate/the right time... for some reason that he doesn't explain.

Of course I realize that, in actuality, this is just hand-waving away the obvious opportunities to advance the mystery because Kodaka doesn't want to do those reveals this early in the narrative. But if we want to justify these decisions from the perspective of the characters, what would drive this line of thinking? Why would Takumi—who was literally asked by Nozomi to tell her about Karua—assume that he definitely *shouldn't* do that on MULTIPLE obvious occasions?

A few days after the above incidents—we're in the back half of the 60s in terms of the first 100 days now—Takumi expresses to Nozomi that he's worried about her. She snaps back with the question "Are just worried about me because I look like that girl you know?" Takumi is silent. He has no idea how to respond. Later that night, in his room, he wonders what Nozomi wanted him to say in that moment. He wonders what he was supposed to say or do when she asked him that to make her feel better. It's not a question for him of what the honest answer is—it's a question of what answer she'd LIKE. Now... that's a pretty silly question, right? Any bog-standard "normie" person would obviously know what she wanted to hear. But somehow, Takumi doesn't have the ability to understand what she was looking to hear.

In light of these incidents, I came to a theory: Maybe Takumi can't read people whatsoever. (ETA: It's been brought up to me that this could be construed as some kind of disability or some form of autism, which is actually a really interesting/cool interpretation. But I don't want to pretend I know much about the autism spectrum. Sadly, I don't. I don't want to say anything ignorant. So... I'm just going to leave that subject here in these parenthesis so that you know it's a cool possibility that would explain a lot, and now I'll move on.) He doesn't know when someone means what they say or doesn't, he doesn't know what different facial expressions mean. This would also retroactively make some sense out of his decision to throw his trust and support behind Ima shortly after Ima stabbed Takemaru and was strongly implied to be abusing his sister in some fashion... see, Takumi just can't comprehend human interaction for some reason. He is, on a base level, poor at interpersonal communication because of some major blind spot—which you can explain/interpret however you like.

Alternatively: Could it be he's just... dumb? In a far more general sense, I mean? This is easily the more unkind interpretation, but I don't mean to say that him being "dumb" would make him a bad person at all. Perhaps it's not just that he has some kind of basic failure to understand people's words and expressions—perhaps Takumi just has a basic failure to understand things, period.

After some further consideration and additional game progress, I came to the conclusion that "Takumi is kind of stupid" actually has SOME supporting evidence.

There's a missable conversation you can have with Eito one morning where Eito is talking about how he stayed up late reading in the library, and he asks Takumi what kind of books he likes. Takumi doesn't know what to say because he's (*drumroll*) never read any books. Like literally, he's never read A single book. (He does further clarify that he's never read any "real" books, which leaves some room for interpretation. So what's a "not-real" book, then? Is he saying he's read some manga? Maybe children's picture books or something?)

We know from his dream flashbacks that Takumi had some trouble understanding his classes at school more than once. (This is assuming his memories are all legitimate, which I suppose is something of an open question.) This can and does happen to all of us at times, of course, so it's not noteworthy by itself... but in the context of everything else I'm listing here, it could be seen as supporting evidence for the "Takumi is kind of dumb" argument. .... Maybe he'd do better at school if he read one of his schoolbooks. :P

Throughout the game, you can freely "explore" outside the academy by asking three people to go with you and look for resources. There eventually comes an event where someone else wants to find a resource outside. Takumi instantly agrees to join in, and—despite the fact that you can pass some other students AND tell them your plan to do this mission on your way to the Entrance Hall—he does not think (and you, the player, are not allowed) to ask anyone else to join them, thereby making the mission significantly more difficult than usual because there's only TWO of you this time instead of the standard four. You could call this ludonarrative dissonance, I suppose. Or you could call it Takumi being pretty thick-headed.

[yearsbecomingcool]

idk if it counts as a kink but the “just the tip” trope makes me crazy and just the tip jason WOULD BE FUCKING AMAZING

send me a character and a kink and i'll write a short blurb for it!

i decided to do it with dmitri because i've been wanting an excuse to write for him!! i hope you enjoyed :)

i was supposed to do this like a week ago but i got sick and was having writers block so unfortunately that didn't happen until now.

masterlist | word count | 1.1k

nsfw below the cut

“Are you kidding me? You go out with me to my club and spend the whole dinner with your hand on my cock teasing me through my pants and you think you deserve to get fucked? No, that’s not how this is going to work.” Dmitri undoes his tie, watching as you sit on the bed expectantly. 

You had in fact spent the entire dinner teasing him but in your defense it’s been weeks since he last touched you, you needed something. He walks over to you, his tie hanging loose around his neck. He stands between your thighs, grasping your chin and making you look him in the eyes. “Strip down to your underwear for me, make it quick.” 

He steps back and watches as you stand and begin to undress, unzipping your skirt and shoving it down to the floor, throwing off your shirt. You’re left in the lingerie he bought for you when you’d first started dating a couple months back. The emerald green lace looks beautiful against your skin. “Now what? Are you gonna spank me or something?” You sneer. 

He rolls his eyes and sits down on the bed, pulling you over his lap. He grabs your ass and squeezes painfully hard, “You’d like that wouldn’t you? Everything I do gets you wet. It's so pathetic.” He spreads your legs apart, dipping a finger into the front of your panties. He collects some of your slick on his finger, holding it up in front of your face. “See, you’re wet already and all I’ve done is grab your ass and order you around.” He smears it across your face. 

“Dima! What the hell?!” You whine, trying to reach up to wipe it off your face. 

He grabs your wrists, holding them behind your back. He ties your hands together with his tie. “Sorry, I’ll shove it in your mouth next time, really shut you up.” 

You pout, “You’re mean…”

He rolls his eyes, “And you’re a brat. You teased me for hours in public, I think what I’m going to do to you is much more reasonable.” He teases your clit through your panties with his thumb, making slow circular motions that make you whimper and squirm for more. 

“You’ve been so bad, I don’t know if you even deserve this,” he teases, pressing down harder on your clit as he speeds up his movements. He’s holding you down with one hand and teasing your clit relentlessly with the other. “You should thank me for showing pity on your pussy like this, I could’ve been much more mean.” 

He loops his finger around the gusset of your panties, tugging it up between your lips until it’s pulled taut against your cunt. You whine from the pain, “Dima, stop! It hurts…”

He tugs it up again, chuckling to himself as you whine. “Thank me and I’ll fix it then, brat.”

You sigh, swallowing your pride. “Thank you for showing pity on my pussy, sir,” you say in a monotone voice. 

He tugs them up higher, “Say it like you mean it, c’mon. If you don’t do it right this time I’m gonna start thinking you like this, I mean, it wouldn’t shock me. Poor little panties getting ruined by your drooly little pussy, huh? Poor baby can’t help but get off on any attention I give her,” he coos teasingly. 

“Thank you, Dima…thank you for taking pity on my pussy and showing me attention,” you say, sounding a lot more genuine this time.

He helps pull your panties just between your lips, reaching up to play with your clit again in an almost soothing manner. “Good girl, see you can follow directions. Keep showing me how good you can be, go ahead and get off my lap and strip completely for me, when you’re done lay on the bed.”

“Yes sir.” You do as he says, moving to stand. You unhook your bra and throw it to the floor with the rest of your clothes. You decide to tease Dmitri a little more, turning you back to him as you bend over and slowly tug your panties down your legs. You toss them into his lap before crawling onto the bed, laying back on the pillows. 

He flings your soaked panties at your face and laughs at how you’re quick to throw them to the floor. He begins to strip slowly, shrugging off his blazer and draping it over his desk chair. He slowly unbuttons his white button down, then pulls his undershirt off over his head. He drapes them on top of his blazer. Next he moves onto his belt, slowly undoing it and tossing it onto the chair. His pants and boxer briefs are last to go, leaving him completely naked. 

He joins you on the bed, crawling over you. “You’re so beautiful, you know that, right?”

You smile, looking down as you feel yourself heat up from shyness. “Thank you, sir.”

He moves to kiss you, cupping your cheek in his hand. It’s a soft, sweet kiss, much different than the attitude he’s taken with you so far. When he pulls away he’s smirking. “Think you can handle a little more teasing, honey?”

You bite your lip and nod, “I think you deserve to tease me some more. You definitely earned it from how good of a sport you were at dinner.”

He spreads your lips and guides his cock between them, beginning to rock his hips slowly. You watch as he gets himself off on your cunt. It’s the worst he’s ever teased you, you’re so close to having him inside of you and yet so far. Every time it hits your clit you whimper, bucking your hips up in a pathetic attempt to get more stimulation. He laughs and holds your hips down, “Nuh uh, take what I give you and you’ll get more when you earn it.” 

You whine but lay back and let him rut himself between your lips, stimulating your clit in the process. He goes until he finally comes, spilling his seed onto your clit and lips. “You want me to finally fuck you, pretty girl? Did you earn it?” He asks, still sliding his cock between your lips. 

“Y-Yes, please Dima, I earned it. I’ve been so good, I took it so well. Please fuck me, please!” You whine, needing your release more than ever. Dmitri had gotten you so close with what he just did but you need release and you need it now.

He slides out from between your lips and slowly slides just the tip of his cock inside of you, he looks at you cockily, “Is that what you wanted baby? You wanted my cock?” 

You nod, biting your lower lip. “C-Can I have the rest of you, please…”

He laughs, “Hmm, nope. Earn it.”

[luvism333]

cutest patooties to ever live omfg....... i love u clarianna

some details about my dr s/o annabeth chase!!

she thinks shes not much of a creative but my god she would make it as a poet im telling u.... type of person to say the most eloquent soul crushing tear jerking thing to her lover under the moonlight and not understand when u start crying

she journals!!! can and has and will cut a man for trying to read her stuff. she's very protective, but when she's sleepy or feeling sappy she'll tell me about something she wrote that she was looking back on

shes super like artsy too!! she doesnt think so but shes a huge film buff she knows alot about cinematography and has little profiles about her favourite directors, says things like mise en scene and motif. shes the type to read the books and analyse the differences between the film adaptation and the original. shes soo..................... film major fake deep pinterest boys wish they were her

okay maybe just my personal opinion but shes so fun to talk to. she just has so many thoughts youre never carrying the convo and whatever you say she really thinks about it, shes the type of person that listens to *listen* not just to reply you know

shes the biggest hate watcher alive i swear she just likes to watch things to get pissed off and plan out how shed execute the storyline better. tons of people think its annoying and cant watch things with her but i love it shes so funny and i love that she gets engaged in everything we watch

they call us the gingerbread dream team bc when we were kids we DOMINATED the camp gingerbread house competitions. she designed full on condos and mansions out of gingerbread and i decorated them to the max

she tries to act all tough but shes SUCHH a softie its insane. i made her watch me before you after i read the book and she cried and then wouldnt talk to me for 3 hours. DONT let the rbf fool you shes the type of gf to bring home 600 strays and beg u to let them stay

she tried to force herself to like classical music when she was a kid but she literally couldnt do it. it distracted her more than helped her focus and she spent like 2 weeks obsessively researching trying to prove that its not actually good for ur brain

shes sooo mf competitive and idc what anybody says i love it. u ask anyone else and theyll say they hate playing w her bc she takes it too serious but theyre just mad they always lose to her 🥱🥱

if i tell her i hate someone but i dont have a reason she immediately comes up with 46 reasons why we both hate them. like "idk why but he just rubs me the wrong way..." "he rubs you the wrong way because he's grossly incompetent and irresponsible with his finances-"

she doesnt mind parties but the second i want to leave she’ll drop everything to go. sometimes ill just be like “i cant wait to sleep tn” and she’ll be like “do you want to go? now? do you want to leave? we can leave. we will leave. say your goodbyes.”

me her n percy like playing video games together and every time we play a horror game she refuses to admit when she gets scared. she could literally fall out of her seat screaming for her mommy and she would be like “i was trying to catch you off guard so i could win its part of the plan you SIMPLETONS wouldnt get it”

she hates me shitposting on social media but is miraculously in my replies every time i post 🤔🤔 even if its just to call me a dumbass she never misses a status

she goes way too far with her insults sometimes and i always tell her off but ill never admit i think its hilarious. its always during serious arguments shes not casually mean but she'll be like "you have such an insane amount of blindspots it's no wonder why your girlfriend needed to see someone else"

lowkey a horrible influence w my charmspeak 😭😭 its her personal life cheat code ill be like beth dont u think i should learn some problem solving skills and she'll be like this is problem solving. solve our problem by charmspeaking us out of a speed ticket

i love it tho. literally everyone discourages any use if charmspeak bc theyre afraid, but annabeth knows me and she knows id never use it maliciously - she trusts me to use it for silly reasons even tho i shouldnt <33

laughs loudly and unashamedly when i trip or walk into things but if anyone else laughs its instantly not funny anymore

unironically a "dont talk to me until ive had my coffee" person. she drinks it black w no sugar.... freak

i dont talk when im upset (bc my charmspeak flares up) and she learned australian sign language so she still can talk to me. shes so incredibly talented and ambitious and thats her love language, she'd learnt literally anything for someone she loves <33

omfg my mortal family is OBSESSED WITH HER. shes so annoying she did so much research about our culture before she met them she knew all the right points to hit and exactly how to behave i swear my nan likes her more than me

im super super physically affectionate. even tho she isnt herself, since we were kids shes always let me crawl all over her like its nothing. like she lets me sleep in her lap while she researches or holds my hand while she barks orders, shes so used to it if i dont touch her for a day she assumes something is wrong

when we cuddle she complains that im too hot and trying to fuse myself to her skin, but if i try to move away she'll pull me back. def the type of girlfriend to trap you in bed in the morning because she doesnt want u to get up

she's an AWFULLLLL cook its so funny. in my dr my passion is cooking nd i become a chef so we're like the perfect match. she's good at baking which relies more on strict measurements and instructions, but with cooking meals she just flops. refuses to accept this flaw and wont stop trying to prove she can do it

she loooves my cooking tho (´ ω `♡) annabeth doesnt rly think much about what she eats so long as it has enough nutrients so i could serve her grey sludge and she'd eat it up n tell me thank you, but i take it as a compliment to my skills anyway

HOLY YAPPPPP sorry i went on for 60 years sighhh i just miss her...................

THANK U GIGS cutest post everrrrrrr ur so romantic + ASK ME ABOUT BETH!!

shifters; what are some little, random things you love about your s/o??

LOVERGIRLS (genderneutral) UNITE this is pretty much a safe space to ramble about your s/o tell me everything 🤭🤭🤭🤭 pet peeves they have?? romantic moments?? quirks? a tradition you guys have ANYTHING i got inspired seeing @hrrtshape's post about her & coryo and i thought it was so cute i love her acc some things i love about my s/o/clarisse! ❤ for me and i will die on this hill CLARISSE IS AN ARTIST SHE SECRETLY LOVES TO DRAW IM SORRY 😶😶

like i dreamt about it once and now it just makes sense. its like something clicked she WOULD be rlly good at drawing and find it therapeutic, and literally no one would expect it from her. she is insanely talented!! like she just has a natural knack for pencil sketching and it always looks so good meanwhile she'll be like 'this? that's just a sketch 🤷‍♀️' CLARISSE. she also likes to draw me sometimes 🤭🤭🤭🤭 this is my main headcanon/thing i love about her but i love her LOTS so here other stuff; ❤ when we end up becoming friends we find out we have a LOT in common and that includes liking the same foods so we both rlly love those sea salt caramel enlightened yogurt bars & everytime we somehow get a box of them stocked up in the big house (cause chiron won't buy food/junk food for campers meals but he will RARELY keep stuff in the fridge if a camper gets it) its like a death race to get the last one and it gets intense ❤ when we're kinda younger like in tlt era (good times) shes the type of person to talk like a corny 80s bully stereotype when shes mad. she grows out of it and even though i never bring it up later on, its something i ALWAYS think about LMAO. the 2000s are definitely a time because how did bullies take themselves seriously? 'your ass is grass and i'm gonna mow it!!! 😠😠' ..wrap it up 😭😭 will you guys unfollow me if i say im kind of attracted to it😞

❤ no, because she kind of looks like abby anderson.... IF YOU PLAY TLOU YOU KNOW!!!!!!!!!! ❤ she gets really clingy when she’s tired without even realizing it💞💞 as well as she lovesss having me play w her hair and touch it

❤ she always pulls me closer to her whenever we’re in the same bed or cuddling, she lays on top of me or puts my arms over her when she seeks comfort but she doesnt want to say anything ❤ TOUGH LOVE GALORE!! honestly she can be pretty blunt but its something i really appreciate and respect about her because even tho i dont like when she uses it to be hurtful clarisse is the one person you can rely on to tell you how it is & have your back regardless and i respect her a lot for that; especially when she starts to train me how to fight ❤ its kinda weird because its like for a while we don't rlly care/ know eachother on a deeper level even a little dislike for eachother BUT even then she always had a little affection and concern for me in small moments like when the cards r stacked against us or one of us is in trouble/danger. IMO it'll happen being somewhere with the same people for so long you're bound to care abt them building off this, one thing that i secretly love to do is plan for capture the flag with her and the rest of the cabins cause even if it doesnt always go well it's so fun to come up with strategies for our team & put aside everything we have between us to scheme LOL.

❤ BACK HUGS BACK HUGS BACK HUGS hugs in general are our thing and i know that clarisse has a hard time being affectionate so it means a lot whenever she is touchy with me 😭💓💓💓 she shows her love in her own way but rlly she's a big softie once she's comfortable with u ❤ my favorite colors are more cool colors like robin eggs blue/blue, periwinkle, seafoam green, lavender, pink/coral pink, and silver while hers are warmer colors like red and orange and brown and gold and bronze dark red and bronze are her favorites idk i just thought i'd point that out cause i didnt even plan this, its just something i noticed

❤ whenever i’m sad she always knows what to do to make me feel better aka hugs & hot chocolate

❤ she loves to pick me up toss me over her shoulder and carry me around like its nothing, shes sooo strong she always gives me a piggyback ride and carries me around camp💕 ❤ she gives me the softest kisses, she just melts into me, her hands cradling my face lovesick rambling over ✅✅✅✅ i rlly hope ppl see this and start writing about their relationship in their realities/dr and ofc ask me anything if u want to! like anything about my dr or my s/o like seriously i am LOVE SICK and i love rambling abt my reality *the spirit of clarisse possessing me* yeah so guys, rant about your s/o or ill pulverise you 😠😠😠 AND THATS NOT A THREAT ITS A PROMISE (i swear ive heard her say that before 😭😭 ⬇⬇⬇⬇

(tagging some of my mutuals but you dont have to talk abt ur s/o if you dont want to 💗) @luvism333 @ravinaaa @freewinnie @al3shifts @kikissdiaryy @beadelmare @lanathedoll @rorysshiftingdiary @virtualsnupi @lexidayne

[rockyroadkylers]

i think i finished my new year's day fic 👀

[seventh-district]

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[lyxchen]

I realized I actually hate binge watching shows. It takes up all of my day and I can't do anything else at the same time because then I can't concentrate on what's happening in the show. Also whenever I start a new show I feel like I have to finish it before I can actually do something else again

[chaos-interwoven]

all i can imagine is aaron having had to deal with neil being a capital-t terrible patient for hours on end because you’re right, he would not behave. like he would be trying to get up every few minutes, especially when aaron steps out to check on one of his other patients which means aaron feels the need to be in neil’s room more so that he doesn’t injure himself and aaron isn’t accountable for his dumb ass decisions. and neil would be lying about the pain to try to get himself discharged early. even after aaron turns up the morphine drip (or whatever it is lol, my medical “knowledge” comes from medical dramas), neil is still lying through his teeth and aaron is just like what the actual fuck. because there no way neil isn’t in pain, he’s actively bleeding cause he pulled his stitches trying to get out of bed like an idiot

and then andrew arrives and neil is still trying to say he is fine and can be discharged. and aaron is blocking him out, too busy freaking out over his look-alike and too tired to deal with neil’s obvious lies. but andrew is arguing back and calling him a junkie and all aaron can focus on is “omg his voice sounds like mine too wtf wtf wtf”

he must make some sort of noise, a gasp or that choking in the back of his throat is accidentally vocalized, cause next thing he knows neil is sliding him a cool glare (and again, how the fuck is he still acting like this on so much morphine) and switching to german. his doppelgänger rolls his eyes but follows him into the other language and now aaron is even more convinced that he is losing his mind. screw whatever his coworker said, he no longer believes her. they’re both exhausted, why should her mind be trusted more than his own. clearly this is some sort of hallucination because no way he encounters someone who looks like him, sounds like him, and speaks german too. he needs to listen to katelyn and get more than 5 hours of sleep before a shift and stop having multiple energy drinks. that’s what this is. there is no other reasonable explanation.

he goes to leave the room, needing to escape the insanity and completely okay with leaving one character of his hallucination to deal with the other. he’ll come back. he has to and hallucination or not, he will not be a bad nurse. just maybe after he asks his charge nurse to check his vitals.

he gives neil’s monitors a quick look over and tries to ignore the two arguing in german. but hey its not his fault he can understand them, even if he’s trying to not listen. but then neil says something about needing to be back on the court by thursday and he’s reaching for his IV line like he’s going to pull it out and before aaron can stop himself, he’s saying “don’t,”quick and angry in german and covering neil’s IV with his hand. two sets of eyes whip around to stare at him and that’s it, he’s fleeing. he will deal with this later.

An AU where the twinyards don’t meet until even mater in life— as in after college where everything from Andrew’s end goes almost the same minus Aaron and Nicky being in his life. He still makes it Palmetto, still meets Kevin and Neil and goes pro. Aaron on the other hand becomes a nurse (I have my reasons for this) never goes to Palmetto, and they only meet because one injured Neil Josten ends up on his unit. Aaron is about at his wits end because Pro Exy player Neil Josten (whoever that is because Aaron doesn’t follow Exy), who is on a lot of pain meds, keeps calling him Andrew and Aaron is about 5 seconds away from making the on-call resident very upset by requesting another CT scan of Josten’s head because surely his brain is scrambled. There’s nothing more that Aaron wants than to go home and fall face first into bed which is of course when his charge nurse walks up to him with a sheepish look, nearly begging him to stay another 4 hours because his relief’s kid is apparently sick and she can’t come in until 11am, which makes Aaron want to die so naturally he agrees, which means another 4 hours of Neil Josten at the end of his shift hooray.

And so of course Neil Josten calls him “Andrew” once more while Aaron is checking his IV (note: it’s now visiting hours), and Aaron, exhausted and cranky and just had to dodge a bedpan being thrown at his head, feels his eye twitch violently as he politely (read: thru clenched teeth) reminds Pro Exy Player Neil Josten once again that he is not Andrew—

Which is when another voice pipes up from the doorway, fresh scent of coffee in the air that nearly has Aaron salivating, who says “correct, you are not Andrew. I am.”

And Aaron turns around to see his mirror image standing in the doorway.

[todayisafridaynight]

i was playing about dropping Fifty Drawings onto everyone's dashboard this week but the unfortunate reality is i am in fact being assaulted with images

[sopping-wet-cat-wizard]

Hmm. Hmmmmm... Hmmmmmmmmmmm....

(Warning, this got long)

It was supposed to be simple, but since when has anything Sophist ever done been simple?

One of his loyal goombas came to him with a problem, and him, being the gracious leader he was, agreed to solve it. They wanted to be noticed by another goomba, and Sophist could tell how smitten they were by the way their eyes shined behind their thick, spiral glasses and how they rambled about how pretty the red ribbon the other goomba owned was.

Love troubles? Okay, definitely not his area of expertise, but how could he let one of his loyal minions down? He'd seen some of Vernias's blessings firsthand, so how hard could it be to imitate something like that?

As he went to work tossing several different vials and various dried ingredients, he briefly let his thoughts wander to his own troubles. The timing was just incredible, really. Maybe some of the goombas were gossiping? Not his concern, though.

What was his concern, however, is how the brew suddenly shifted into a deep red color. Shit, did he add too many gems?

As he rubbed his head in thought, something felt off.

Where'd his energy gem go?

Sophist peered into his cauldron a bit too late.

--

The moment Brent hears the question, he almost wants to laugh. Instead, he just shrugs it off. "Maybe it has a limit."

Sophist, arm deep in the cauldron, laughs mirthlessly at the suggestion. "MaYbE iT hAs a LiMit. i'M bReNt aNd I kNoW tHiNgS."

At that, Brent burst out laughing. "What did you want me to say? I don't know about magic!" He'd ask Vern for advice, but he could still hear the two guys fighting on the other side of the door. They were limited on options, but maybe Sophist could find or make an...antidote? Cure? He still wasn't sure what the hell happened.

Instead, Brent took the time to finally notice Sophist stretching to reach into the bottom of his cauldron. "The fuck are you doing? You didn't get enough of that stuff spilled on you already?"

Sophist rolled his eyes. "I'm trying to get my gem out. If I can...just...ah-ha!"

The moment he felt the smooth texture, he whipped his arm back out, brandishing the (now wet) gem that usually resided in his mask. "Got it! Now, I can-"

He froze, watching Brent look down at his now damp clothes.

Oh, fuck.

Immediately, Sophist started backing away. "Brent, oh my god, I'm so sorry, I didn't-"

"Eevee, it's fine." Brent held his hands up to reassure his friend. Yeah, he was wet, but at least it didn't burn or melt his skin off or anything.

"No, it's not! Now you're cursed, too! And if I get distracted, I'm never gonna figure out how to undo this mess. I was just trying to get my gem back because the damn thing fell in and after that happened and if I want any chance of fixing this I need to, you know, I need to make something just as strong if not stronger than what I just made which might be almost impossible but—"

"Eevee."

Brent's voice cut through Sophist's ramblings, forcing the mage to look up and stare at his friend for a few moments. "What?"

The other could only exasperatedly gesture at himself again. He needed to keep them on track. "How long did it take for the effects to start working?"

Sophist thinks back a few hours ago. "It was pretty instant."

That causes Brent to falter. "What? You don't seem any more brain dead, though."

In turn, Sophist sputters. "Fuck you! My brain is plenty alive!" He pauses, grasping what Brent means. "Oh. It didn't work."

The two stare at each other for a moment. Maybe the potion stopped working after he removed the gem? Sophist doubted that highly.

Brent cleared his throat. "I guess I'm stuck in here, too, now. Anything I can...help with?" Brent seems off kilter, and Sophist isn't quite sure why.

To be fair, Sophist is also confused. Shouldn't this amplify the feelings he already had for Brent?

He paused.

Was it possible? Nah, it was probably some other reason.

Sophist quickly went to work gathering a few ingredients from his shelves. He realized he never answered Brent, so he quickly sputtered out, "Y-Yeah. Grab me the herbs from the shelf behind you and some bowls."

All in all, it didn't take that long to come up with a solution. He settled on making a salve to neutralize the effects along with a spell that would let him see any surface the potion had touched. The moment he set his eyes aglow, he quickly went to work spreading the salve across his workspace (he made sure to drop a dollop of the salve into his cauldron and give that time to dissolve).

He practically lathered himself in the salve, deciding he'd rather just cover himself than have to use a mirror and coordinate with Brent. That did leave one final problem, though.

Sophist was going to have to spread the salve on Brent, up close and personal.

Even from here, he could see a glow on his arms. Thankfully, no spot seemed particularly invasive (he should've just made more salve, but that's what he gets for being wasteful on himself instead of trying to more sparing), so he stepped forward and cleared his throat to get the other's attention. "Hey. H-Hold still."

Sophist quickly went to work dabbing little spots of salve on Brent's clothes and hands, also rolling up his sleeves to check to make sure the potion hasn't bled through.

Brent...had no idea Sophist could be so meticulous. Brent also had no idea that Sophist was using it as an excuse to avoid eye contact until the mage stepped back and still refused to look him in the eye.

Sophist was going to lose his mind. Whatever higher being was watching him really had a sick sense of humor. He hadn't noticed it when he was on the other side of the room, but closer, he could spot the glowing flecks resting on Brent's cheek, highlighted from his vision. Deciding to get it over with, he pulled a cloth from his pocket, spread a small bit of salve on it, and moved back into Brent's personal space. "You've got some on your cheek. Let me get it."

The air became still as Sophist leaned in, gently brushing his friend's cheek until the glow slowly faded. As it did, Sophist let a relieved smile finally make his way onto his face. It was one thing to get himself into trouble, but to drag Brent down with him—

Whatever self-deprecating train of thought Sophist nearly tumbled down was immediately swallowed by Brent's lips.

The kiss was brief, maybe only a second, but even that was dizzying for Sophist. As Brent pulled back, he smiled as he watched Sophist bring a hand to his own lips in what looked like confusion.

Sophist's gaze met his eyes. "I thought...you said it didn't work." Had he missed a spot?

Brent laughed. "It didn't. It probably doesn't work if you already have feelings."

Sophist blinked. So that's why he wasn't affected when Brent got splashed. "...oh."

Brent howled once more.

Epilogue:

"You idiots! Messing around with love magic?! You're lucky your own army didn't try to kidnap you!"

"Oh, no, they tried. It's almost scary what my goombas can do when they work together."

"I don't get it, though. Why wasn't Brent affected?"

"Because the potion Sophist made only makes love. It's not gonna do anything if love is already there."

"...what a cringe way to find out you have feelings, bro."

"Shut up!"/"Shut up!"

(source by @under-the-ground-fanfics)

This totally reminded me of a silly little idea I had of Sophist horribly messing up a spell and accidentally inflicting a love charm on himself that makes everyone who sees him fall in love with him.

Cue Sophist running away from his own army of goombas and even having to hide from some of the guys...except for Brent for some reason. Guess the charm can't work on someone who's already in love.

[sageblus]

anyway unrelated but i might get to see TWO of my very favorite fucking people next week and i am so so fucking excited

[spikeisawesome456]

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[meowdei]

“Did you know—”

“I don’t care,” Sukuna interrupts, wholly disinterested. It’s half past three—(which is, of course, his fault, but that doesn’t mean he’s any less tired).

But you, wholly uncaring, promptly ignore him. “—That some female spiders eat the male ones after mating?”

“What do you want me to do with this information?” He looks at you irritably, glaring at you from the corner of his eyes. You flash him a grin—it’s a mischievous little thing, your lips curled in a cheeky, flirty way that warns him silently that he’s about to risk popping another vein. He seems to do that around you quite often, and it certainly feels like it’s underway once more.

(And, as it always is, his intuition would be right).

“It’s a warning,” you hum.

He snorts, raising a clearly disbelieving brow as he hums, “oh yeah? For what? Are you gonna—wha-hey!”

Not a lot catches Sukuna off guard. You giggle as he barks out a surprised yelp of your name, harshly shoving you away from his chest. There’s a nice, fresh, very crystal and very clear outline of your teeth marked right on the flesh surrounding his nipple.

He looks at you like you’ve lost your mind.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He asks incredulously.

You let out a soft, amused little giggle that sounds through the room before he feels your weight shift and fall onto him, making him grunt as his arms steady you and his eyes stare up at your hovering face with an agitated purse of his lips.

“I’m eating you,” you say cheekily, “see?” For emphasis, you leave an equally as shocking bite to his bicep, your head leaning down to get a mouthful of his bare arm. He lets out a low, startled grunt before one large and very firm hand grabs the back of your neck and yanks you off.

“Have you completely lost it?” He hisses.

“We just mated—”

“Who on Earth talks about sex like that? We are not animals who—”

“—And now I’m going to eat you after mating. Like a female spider.”

“If you’re going to be weird, just go the fuck to sleep,” he grumbles lowly.

Sukuna is tired.

(And yes, the reason is partly because he’s a bit inexhaustible once he’s felt the velvet heat of your walls, and yes, it’s technically his own greediness that’s worn him out so physically for the night. But that’s all been the cost for something of greater benefit to him. Something he doesn’t exactly mind draining his energy for.

Bur your odd, unsettling, abnormal and very plainly weird schemes are not a part of the list of things he’s willing to sacrifice his energy for. There isn’t much pleasure in entertaining your nonsense most of the time.

If anything, there’s pain—the stinging bite marks on his skin can attest to that.)

“I’m not tired,” you hum.

“Then let me make you tired,” he offers smugly, lips tugging into a cocky grin as he looks up at you.

“If you didn’t manage that the first time, what makes you think that’ll work the second?” You tease.

He doesn’t seem to like that very much, because with a growl, he pushes the back of your neck until your face falls into the crook of his neck, a strong, bulky arm wrapping around your waist and keeping you in place against his body.

It’d be awfully intimate, and awfully sweet if he didn’t mumble, “I love when you sleep because it’s the only few hours of the day I get to hear you shut the fuck up.”

“Maybe if you’d just appreciated my fun fact—”

“You bit my fucking nipple.”

“I could bite the other one, too, if you want,” you pipe up with an excited grin. He can feel it pressed against his skin as your face buries deeper into the space between his neck and shoulder.

Sukuna is tired. Most of the time, it’s because of you. All of the time, he chooses to allow it because he likes having you around for a good fuck.

(And, of course, there’s all that bullshit about love and affection, too. But that’s just that odd stuff you like to babble about—that odd, unsettling, abnormal and very plainly weird emotional part of you that somehow ropes him into being the same way every once in a while.

He doesn’t like it.)

“You need a lobotomy,” he mutters, wincing when you bite the skin of his neck in response. Not in a manner he likes, either—very much in a manner that makes sure he feels the sharpness of your incisors.

“Don’t be rude,” you scold, “I’m biologically meant to be your predator.”

“You biologically give me fuckin’ migraines.”

You grin—it’s a smile that’s easy. Smooth. Maybe a little giddy, too. It comes out only around Sukuna. Him and his gruff, rugged way of accepting your affection, and his double as rough and crude way of giving it back. His callused hands and toughened knuckles that brush along your cheeks carefully. His crass and undignified words that are carefully thought out enough to never cross the line. His downturned lips and narrowed eyes that only ever soften at the sharp corners around you.

“Next time, I’ll eat you for sure,” you murmur, settling against his chest and getting comfortable. He wraps both arms around you, warm and tight enough that you almost think you can forgo the blanket altogether. “Assert my dominance.”

“You can’t even open the pickle jar.”

“That’s different.”

“It’s only a matter of time until natural selection gets you,” he snickers quietly. You huff, biting back a smile as he yawns.

Gently, with a kiss over the bite mark you left against his neck, you say softly, “goodnight. Love you.”

“Night.”

“I love you.”

“For the love of—love you too, holy fuck. Go to sleep.”

[chemicalarospec]

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