#sorry i was like what if i made a book where the gym rats are rats

[heart-of-dunbroch]

GYM RATS

Meet the rats of Hercules Gym. 

There’s Mer-Mer, the vicious red-eyed albino queen, who has made her nest in the walls of the boxing room. When not chewing up old gloves, she leads the Rat Ring in nightly wresting matches that leave no prisoners. 

Boo, her midnight-furred best friend and reigning champion, charges herself with guard duty as she patrols the room and makes sure no other rat enters. 

Q, the swimming brown rat, likes to coast in the pool with her twenty-five identical sisters, all named after a letter of an alphabet. They defend their land with all cost.

Mickey, the rat of the reception hall, hoards access to the dumpsters right outside. He is the richest and fattest rat of them all, often luring defectors from the Boxing Room and the Pool to his side. 

Only Kouros, rat of no pack, roams the gym freely, enjoying a tepid alliance as long as he doesn’t get involved. But one day, Kouros hears Hercules himself on the phone. The gym... is going to close?? 

Now it’s up to Kouros to unite the rats and save Hercules Gym once and for all! 

@kouros-herc @boointhenight @aquata-the-champ

[delulu-with-wandanat]

Objective: Teenage Dreams.

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff

Tags: Pride month, bisexual Wanda, mutual pining, canon divergence, lesbian Natasha.

A/n: My gift before pride ends lol, it a little rushed but uhh... I enjoyed writing it and I hope you enjoy reading it. It's kind of a crack fic honestly, just good vibe for ye gays :D (Ps. sorry if there are mistakes I kind rushed this andd it's been a while.)

Summary: It's pride month and Wanda still hasn't made her move. Being the self-proclaimed greatest ally, Y/n and two other decided to give them a push.

On lazy days like these, Wanda usually spends it by reading a book, maybe binge watching some shows. Other times she spends it with her brother, but ever since joining the Avengers, Pietro has made it his ultimate goal to have Steve Roger's physique. He trained almost day and night, honestly Wanda could enter the gym at 9 in the morning finding her brother in the middle of a workout, and by the time she was finished he was still there.

Often time he was also with her best friend, who is now his gym buddy, Y/n Romanoff. Who was just as much of a gym rat as Pietro. Honestly, the amount of time they stare at themselves in the mirror was concerning. She's almost sure she had passed a video on social media featuring them titled; 'How to train like an Avenger'

So nowadays she spends her free time alone, even though she wishes she could spend it with a certain beautiful redhead-

Although it wasn't all that bad. Wanda had found a new fixation to spend her time on. Which was Fanfictions.

Now how does one stumbles upon this... wonderful world you might ask? Well for Wanda it started when she was watching a new TV Show she had recently discovered called, The 100. It was fun until they killed off one of her favorite character, Lexa. Wanda naturally dropped the show in an instant. During one of her rants to one of the new recruits, Kate Bishop then sent her a link leading to a website followed a text that read; "The showrunners might break your heart, but fanfiction authors will be there to pick up the pieces."

And Wanda... Fell down the rabbit hole from there.

At first all she searched was merely about wlw couples on her favorite movies and shows, like that one Supergirl TV show she had been recently watching. Or that one cute show called 'Everything Sucks' that got canceled after one season. Basically any wlw couples she started to like, but couldn't be explored due to the showrunners being a pus-

It didn't matter, she founded the holy-site that held all the stories in the world. Then, when she found nothing else to read there, it lead her journey to... a site that shares the same name as drinking bottle; Tumblr. Minus the 'e'.

The site gave her access to a whole new world and whole lot more stories. It was on this website that she found out there was a whole fandom for the Avengers, and many stories was written about them in different scenarios. Sometimes it was cute, other times it was... questionable-

You can't really blame her, can't you? Her name and the word mommy was basically inseparable on this site.

This was where she learned that people have also been 'shipping' one Avenger and the other. Curiosity got the better of the witch when she started to search herself... and a certain former Russian spy. She was surprised to see how many stories were written about them here. Wanda... may have gotten a little out of hand.

This was her guilty pleasure. Reading stories about her crush and herself in a scenario instead of actually trying to talk to her. Can you blame her though? She was what the internet describes as a 'Loser Lesbian'.

The little voice in her head prefers the word 'Useless Lesbian', which wasn't even accurate as she mostly resonates more with Bisexuality-

"Happy gay month, cus you know you bi and stuff!" Ah there it is, the 'little voice' burst through her door unannounced, causing Wanda to yelp and quickly shut her laptop close to hide her 'shameful' activity.

Wanda glared at the young Romanoff who was carrying 3 different items in his hand and approaching her on the bed. "What the fuck is wrong with-"

"Here, I got you a gay balloon cus it got all the color because it's GAY."

"Y/n-" She reluctantly takes the balloon.

"And I gotchu a vinyl album with that Sweater Weather song cus you Bi." He handed her the vinyl, how thoughtful.

"Ok-"

Lastly, "And I baked you a cake that says, 'BeeEE who yoOOUUu aaRREEE, for YooUURE PRiiiDEEEEeeeEE'" He sang the word off tune.

"Ok- Thank you... Uhm-" She grabs all the items and looks at them with confusion. "This is..." Wanda furrowed her eyes at her friend. "Why- Why did you do this, why are you doing this??"

"You know... Cus you're Bi!"

"I'm well aware of that fact."

"Well my dearest Wanda, in this holy month of June I have a very important mission to accomplish." The young Romanoff suddenly jumps on her bed and dramatically opens his arms as if he was some kind of showman. "I'm gonna get you a woman!"

The youngest Maximoff cringes her face and with a flick of her wrist she knock the soldier off her bed, earning a high pitch scream from him. "First of all, you can't get a woman for yourself how do you expect to get me a girlfriend."

"I have plenty of girls!" He said rather defensively as he sat up on the floor.

"And second, why is this so important to you?"

"What you don't want a girlfriend?"

"I still like guys you know."

He rolled his eyes, "I know that, but you always told me you wanted to try dating girls."

"Not just girls... a girl-" She mumbles.

"What was that?" The man raised a teasing eyebrow.

"Nothing! Now shut up, you haven't answered my question." Wanda said while huffing and crossing her arms.

"Because my dearest friend being Bisexual is one thing, but being bi yourself is just sad-" That statement earned him a rightful pillow thrown at him at full speed. Which he thankfully manages to deflect this time with his reflex.

Wanda then groans and plops on her bed. "You're not going to stop, are you?"

"Nope." Y/n even popped the 'p' to emphasize his point. With a roll of her eyes, Wanda agrees with an exaggerated fine and he joined her on the bed with a grin. "Now, first thing on the list is we need to get you some new clothes."

Wanda hastily sat up looked down at her current outfit and glanced at the mirror in her room. She gave him a stinky eye. "What's wrong with my clothes??" This rude bitch-

"Nothing..." Y/n said rather sassily, "I just... think it might need a little spice is all." Without asking for her permission, Y/n grabs her laptop out of her reach and opens it. "I was thinking we could- WHOAAA..."

"What's- NO!" Her eyes widens in panic has her dirty little secret have been exposed. The witch lunges herself to him only for the young super soldier to hold out a hand to keep her at a distance while staring bewildered at the screen before him. "GIVE IT BACK."

"OH MY GOD???? YOu into this shit?!!" Oh the young Romanoff was having the time of his life. He grinned as he looked at what the story was about, "Natasha Romanoff x Reader? Ohhh ho HO, you really llike her huh-?"

"Y/n I swear to god, GIVE IT BACK." She yelled, Wanda was fucking furious. She already had an annoying brother to deal with, what was she thinking adding Y/n into the mix.

"I want to see your blog." It was like she was seeing red, blood thumping in her brain.

Wanda screeched like a maniac, suddenly overpowering the super soldier. She was practically sitting on top of him wrestling with the now closed laptop, Y/n hugged the laptop close. "Y/N I WILL KILL YOU!"

"I JUST WANT TO SEE!"

"NEVER!" Their screaming was probably heard all over the compound as they wrestle for Wanda's laptop. However, a stern voice stopped their childish fight.

"Enough, both of you!" The two whipped their head to the door to see Natasha crossing her arms and looking at them expectantly. The two scurry off of each other and Wanda made a final yank on her laptop out of his reach. The two stood up like guilty children caught in a fight.

"He took my laptop without permission." Wanda spoke up before Y/n could open his mouth. The look of betrayal on his face brings pleasure to Wanda as Natasha's anger was now directed to him.

"You-"

"Y/n, you know better than to take other people's personal things." Natasha glared at her little brother.

"You're just going to believe her right out of the gate?!" He retorted.

"It's the truth!" Wanda said while hugging her laptop tightly.

"You little snitch-" The super soldier turned to face her challengingly. Before the two were about to enter yet another screaming match, Natasha's stern voice puts them in their place once again.

"You two are acting like children. I have enough of this, Y/n if you don't stop this childish nonsense I'll have you grounded from any missions."

"You can't do that?!" His eyes practically bulge out of it's eye socket.

"I can, and I will." Natasha's death stare easily intimidates him as he quickly mumbles an apology to Wanda. The spy's gaze turned to the witch with soft and caring look, unlike the one she gave to her sibling. "Wanda, if he gives you anymore trouble you let me know ok?"

"Thank you, Natasha." Wanda said shyly, a faint blush visible on her cheek. The redhead smiled at her before giving one last glare to Y/n and left to god-knows-where.

It was so painfully obvious that the two liked each other. Except the only one that fail to realize that is themselves. Operation Scarlet Widow was going to be a lot more difficult than he anticipated, Y/n might need a little backup.

"I seriously don't get why you can't just ask her out instead of reading a bunch of stories-"

This annoying fuck- "DON'T talk to me about that!" She suddenly uses her powers to float him out of her room. "I don't wanna hear about it-" She practically throws him out, Y/n lies on the floor while looking at his friend bewildered. Wanda gave one last glare and shuts the door on his face.

"But-"

"And stay out!" Her voice yelled from inside the room.

Being the annoying friend that he is, he got onto his feet and proceeds to bug the shit out of the witch. Y/n started with those gentle knocks on the door. "Honeyyy-" He teased her.

"Ohmyfuckinggod. Don't call me that!" Wanda yells again. Y/n snickers at her response.

"Wanda, come on..." He knocks again, hearing no response the soldier knocks on the door harder. "You can't hide forever, come out!"

"Jokes on you, I already am!"

"Not what I meant, but ok!" He snickers again, clearly Wanda would not be opening the door anytime soon. He makes his way to the gym to recruit some people who shall help him in this mission.

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Upon entering the training grounds, Y/n found Yelena and Pietro in the middle of a sparring session. Only these two would spend their Sundays training.

"Dearest Brother, nice of you to join us." Of course Yelena would know it was him, despite having her back facing Y/n.

"Let me know when you want to spar with someone who can actually throw a punch." The soldier said with a smirk.

"Fuck you, Romanoff!" The silver-haired speedster gave him the finger before focusing back on his opponent. "You're the one who's lacking, I thought super soldiers could do this all day?"

Y/n scoffed, "Oh please, I can take you down without breaking a sweat. You rely mostly on your powers."

"Barf, are you going to keep bothering us or join us?" Yelena said with a roll of her eyes, using the distraction Pietro surges forward in an attempt to tackle Yelena. Although she may not have powers, her skills were beyond his years. Using the techniques taught by none other than her own sister, Yelena manages to take down the speedster with ease.

"Hah!" She snorted seeing Pietro with his face on the ground and tapping the floor to announce his defeat. Yelena gets off of him with a smirk on her face.

"Oh come on! If this was a real fight you know you wouldn't stand a chance." The speedster grumbles.

"I'm not denying that, but take that power away and you're just another damsel in distress."

Pietro narrowed his eyes. In the midst of her overconfidence, he uses his powers to knock Yelena on the feet, causing her to fall backwards onto her ass. Normally, her instinct would've kicked in and she would prepare for the fall, but this time Pietro stands in triumph while crossing his arms with a smirk on his face.

"Bitch." Yelena mumbles in Russian before dusting herself off.

"Now if you're both finished, I would like to make an offering." Y/n said while putting his fingers together like some menace business man with bad intention.

"You want to steal Tony's car and do a high speed race on the highway? I call dibs on the Mclaren." Yelena spoke up.

"So long as I get the Ferrari-" Pietro chimes in.

"No, but we'll get back into that because I always wanted to try his Audi. What I have is, how would you feel on playing cupid for our dearest sisters?" Yelena only raises an eyebrow while Pietro squints his eyes.

"I am getting sick of seeing them practically eye-fucking each other at the gym." Yelena started.

"Hey, that's my little sister." Pietro said while puffing his chest out playing the overprotective big brother role.

Yelena rolled her eyes, "She's 27 dipshit, and you're only 12 minutes older."

"Still my little sister..."

"Look we can all agree that these two needs to sort out their feelings, and since the two are completely useless as one is an idiot who thinks staring will magically get her a date. And the other has deep traumatic issues where she struggles to have proper relationship due to her upbringing. I'd say, maybe they need a little third party help?" Y/n opens his arms as if to wait if any of the two objects.

"And how do you plan on pulling this off?" Yelena asked.

"I was hoping you might help me figure that out." Y/n threw back the question. Yelena rolled her eyes.

"So you came to us for help empty handed?"

"Well I would argue dedication and sheer will counts for something." Y/n puffed out his chest, he clearly has nothing.

"We don't even know if Natasha likes Wanda back." Pietro chimes in, which earns him a raised eyebrow from the two Russians.

"It's hard to miss."

"Yeah, I can see the oblivious genes runs in the Maximoff's."

Maybe it was less obvious to someone who was not close to Natasha, she was a trained spy overall. And these two were practically raised to be more observant than others. Or that could just be the oblivious Maximoff genes.

"All I know is, Wanda has had this crush ever since she stole Natasha's jacket."

Y/n furrowed his eyebrows at Pietro. "Wasn't that like... a year ago with Ultron?" Yelena barks out a laugh, "You mean to tell me she's been pinning on Natasha for a year??"

Pietro shrugs his shoulders and smirked, "Wanda has bigger pool, but I'm the one getting all the girls."

"Barf-" Yelena said while fake gagging, earning a jab on the rib by Pietro. "If we want a shot for our dearest love birds we have to be quick, cause I'm noticing a certain android having his eyes on Wanda."

"Who, the toaster?" Pietro said while cringing his face.

"Ok... I can see you don't seem so fond of the guy, and Vision's not so bad y'know-" Y/n said, it's not that he was close with Vision. But he didn't understand why Pietro would look so utterly disgusted.

"No, he's not bad. But if this works out, you and I would be brothers for real, y'know?"

Damn... This was true brotherhood. "Bro..."

"Bro..."

The two hugged like it was something out of a bromance movie. Yelena could only watch with her arms crossed, wondering what the fuck was going on. However, while the two gym rats were having their moment, a plan formed in her mind.

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The trio sprang into action in an instant, ordering a bunch of pizzas, heading to the city to grab some supplies, thankfully alcohols were already taken cared of.

"Ok! Now we just need everybody here." Y/n said with a satisfied grin whilst taking a shot to give himself a head start. Yelena mimicked his movement and so did Pietro.

"FRIDAY, assemble the team to the common room." The AI gave Pietro the acknowledgement, soon enough the team entered the common room with a confused look.

"What's going on?" Steve was first to spoke up as he looked around the decorated room with food and beverages.

Wanda glances to a certain redhead a few meters away from her, Natasha initially had a bored look on her face, arms crossed, and was probably mentally preparing herself to whatever the hell her siblings had in mind. And it was as if the spy felt a pair of eyes on her she looked to the side and locked eyes with Wanda, instantly, the corner of Natasha's mouth pulled into a tiny smile and a small shrug.

Wanda blushed instantly and turned her gaze to the floor, tucking a hair behind her ear. The trio, saw this and glances at one another.

"Well dearest teammates." Y/n started, taking a microphone and speaking to it as if he was an mc. "Tonight will be the night-"

"What's with the mic, Y/n?" Natasha asked with a roll of her eyes.

"I was getting there," He responded while putting his hand up, "Tonight Is the night we let loose!" He whooped, yet the only one cheered with him was Pietro.

"Seriously?" Natasha asked with a raised eyebrow.

Y/n scoffed at his teammates, looking at all the low faces and annoyed faces. "Sam! Come on, you're always game." He asked, needing ATLEAST someone to be in it.

Sam sighed, "Man, I would but honestly I was looking forward to sleep early tonight." Y/n looked at him as if his heart had been stabbed.

"Wanda??" He asked his best friend, and Wanda groaned at him. Oh this was a rough start.

"Honestly, I'm in the mood for some me time and not... whatever this is." She replied indicating to the alcohol bottles on the table.

"Sorry kid, looks like everyone is super tired." Steve added with a pity look, "Maybe next time plan things out."

"But that's boring!" Pietro exclaimed, and speeds to every single one handing out a shot glass filled with vodka.

"It's not just any normal drinking night, there's singing involved." Yelena finally chimed in while dunking another shot.

"Yelena, you can't possibly be part of this." Natasha asked her sister, and Yelena shrugged in respond.

"Any reason to grab Tony's alcohol is as good as any." The blonde replied.

Everyone glanced at one another, shot glass in hand, contemplating their decision. "Think of it like a team bonding." Y/n talked again, he cocked his head at Yelena who turns on a song and a familiar tune started playing, a song that would get anyone from any generation dancing (excluding Steve, perhaps). Dancing Queen by Abba.

Y/n had a goofy grin on his face, dancing into the tune, Pietro followed through while Yelena occasionally bopped her head. Sam was the first to grow a grin on his face. Steve, Natasha and Wanda looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "It's Abba!" The falcon said as a matter of factly, he then downed in shot.

"That's the spirit!" Y/n said excited as Sam danced to his direction.

Hesitantly, cap started to walk forward earning a disbelief gasp from Natasha. "Rogers, really...?"

"I mean, I really did enjoyed Mama Mia...." The American boy said with a sheepish smile.

As soon as the lyric's intro came in, Y/n puts an arm around Steve with a microphone in hand. "You can dance!"

"You can jive!" Sam pulled the microphone to himself.

"Having the time of your life!" Those who were already in the circle sang simultaneously, Natasha rolled her eyes but if you squint you could see a tiny smile there. Meanwhile Wanda shifted closer to Natasha watching the group in amusement.

"See that girl!" Y/n pointed at the two, and the other followed. "Watch that scene, digging the dancing queen." He sang, "Come on dancing queens get in here!"

Natasha shook her head fondly, holding back a smile.

"Wanda, Wanda, I know you want to join us girrlll..." Y/n said playfully to his best friend, the boys and Yelena were beckoning her to join. Natasha looked to her side and true enough, Wanda was biting her lips, contemplating whether or not she should join. "You like this song don't lie! Natasha, help me out." Wanda did in fact like this song.

The way her body swayed subtly to the rhythm, her eyes glinting with anticipation, the only thing that's holding Wanda back was herself. Fuck it, Natasha thought to herself. She then held Wanda's arms and dragged her into the group who cheered when they joined. "Wha- Nat, no I-"

"Come on, little witch." Natasha said, turning to face Wanda and raised her shot glass. "Loosen up a bit."

God, Wanda couldn't decline, especially when her crushed smirked like that. They clinked their shot glass and downed their drinks.

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As the clock got closer to midnight, the more they drank, and the more they drank, the more chaotic it gets. The song they choose ranges to many different genres, in the beginning Pietro and Y/n mostly sang something boyish, like rap or rock. Then as the two gets progressively drunker they sang something what would be describe as 'Girly Pop'.

Steve sang some old 40s song, which was refreshing especially after hearing Y/n's off tune singing voice. Everybody except Natasha was surprised to hear Yelena singing American Pie wholeheartedly, Natasha even sat next to her and sang it with her briefly.

Although the highlight of the night was probably the time Yelena, Pietro and Y/n sang and dance to the song 'Wannabe' by Spice Girls. Natasha had to hid her face with her hand while Sam was laughing his ass off and leaning to Steve for support. Wanda was like a giggling maniac the whole time as she was secretly recording it for some black mailing material on her twin.

Mid-song, Yelena pulled her brother subtly and pushing a very drunk Pietro forward. "Take it for a spin, Maximoff!"

"So, here's a story from a to z-!" Pietro started rapping his part drunkenly.

"She's not drunk enough." Yelena said to Y/n who was trying to stable himself.

"Yep, the alcohol hasn't hit her yet, and Pietro's not going to be much help-" Y/n covered his mouth suddenly as he felt a vomit, he then answered after seeing Yelena's raised eyebrow. "Sorry- Don't worry I got this, hold a bottle."

"Slam your body down and wind it all around!" Pietro continued singing with Yelena twirling his ass in what this generation would describe as 'slay' manner, Y/n drunkenly sauntered over to Wanda who panicked when he started pulling her to the make shift stage.

"No- No, let me go, Y/n!" Wanda protested.

"Just take a shot and come with!" Y/n practically yanked her and they stumbled over to the middle of the living room. "Cheers!" He said while knocking his glass with hers and Wanda finally relents and knocked back her shot.

"-make it last forever, friendship never ends!" Y/n sang while putting an arm around his best friend, Wanda cringes at the bitter taste of the alcohol, she had a few drinks in already but she was never really fond at the taste of vodka.

"Wanda!" Yelena said, suddenly putting an arm around the her as well. "Oh, honey, you emptied your glass already."

"N-no, Yelena, I just dra-"

"Don't you worry, I got you." Yelena said while pouring her another shot, Wanda's eyes widens. She glances to the side and locked eyes with Natasha who raised a teasing eyebrow at her. "Yes, now we cling!" The blonde haired woman said while raising her glass.

Reluctantly, Wanda clinked their glass awkwardly and took a deep breath before taking another shot. She doesn't know how many shots she have taken from that moment, all she knew was that she felt like dancing.

Natasha watched as Wanda's dance move progressively become more fluid and at ease in contrast to her usual shy self. The spy smiled to herself, dance with her. Natasha shook her head at the impulsive thoughts. At some point during the song 'Teenage Dreams' by Katy Perry, Wanda was handed a mic by Yelena. Thankfully this time Wanda was drunk enough not to refuse, and instead grinned like a goof.

When Wanda sang the second verse, Natasha almost lost her breath because she sounded so... beautiful.

"We drove to Cali and got drunk on the beach. Got a motel and built a fort out of sheets."

Wanda sang with her eyes closed, smile on her face, swaying her body to the rhythm. "I finally found you, my missing puzzle piece, I'm complete." The witch opened her beautiful green eyes just to have a similar looking ones staring right back at her.

Wanda giddily approached Natasha and extend her hand, "Wanda-"

"Come onn, Tasha!" Wanda pleaded. Tasha, well that's new-

Natasha hesitantly looked around, the trio were holding onto each other while slurring to the song, Sam had passed out, and Steve... Well, he gave Natasha a knowing look before helping Sam up to his feet and gave Natasha a look that says 'Don't mess this up, Romanoff.' And walking off with a drunken Sam.

"We can dance, until we die. You and I..." Wanda sang waiting for Natasha to finally grab her hand, finally the spy relents and took the witch's offering hand. "-we'll be young forever!"

Wanda practically yanks Natasha into the middle of the living room.

"You make me feel like I'm livin' a teenage dream. The way you turn me on, I can't sleep. Let's run away and don't ever look back, don't ever look back!"

The younger woman puts a hand on Natasha's shoulder, swaying her hips while singing the lyrics. Natasha was unsure if she should put her hand on Wanda, keep it to the side, on Wanda's waist perhaps?

"My heart stops." The witch suddenly tilt Natasha's chin so their eyes meet. "When you look at me," Natasha's breath hitched in her throat, "just one touch...." And the rest of the lyrics seems to died on Natasha's ears as all she could see was a drunken state Wanda making her confession crystal clear.

Wanda turned and moved her body sensually against Natasha, without hesitation, the older woman puts a firm hand on Wanda's hips to guide her moves. Wanda shivered when she felt Natasha's hot breath on her ear. "Imma get your heart racing in my skin-tight jeans." She grabs Natasha's hand and trail it up her body, a silent plea to the older woman to touch her. "Be your teenage dream tonight..."

Fuck... if Natasha had no self-restraint, she would've taken Wanda here and there. "Let you put your hands on me in my skin-tight jeans" Wanda turns around to face Natasha again and this time the younger one guided Natasha's hand to rest on her thighs. "Be your teenage dream tonight...."

The song reached it's mini pause. Wanda, almost in desperation and system full of alcohol wrapped her arms around Natasha and leaned in til their nose was touching. "I want to kiss you so bad..." She whispered.

"I-" The redhead was at lost for words, her eyes looking deep into those beautiful green eyes, searching for any signs of hesitation. Blown pupils were looking right back at her, slowly it travels down to Natasha's lips. Fuck this.

As soon as the song started again, Natasha gently cup Wanda's face with one hand and pulled her into a soft kiss. Oh Wanda's heart could explode right about now, for a second her mind became stone-cold sober so it could remember this moment properly. Wanda drops the microphone she was holding and puts her hand on the older woman's cheeks, using her thumb to caress her soft delicate skin.

"You make me, Feel like I'm livin' a teenage dream The way you turn me on, I can't sleep Let's run away and don't ever look back, don't ever look back."

The two women were now lost in their own world, they failed to notice the cheers from their own respective (very drunk atm) siblings. Wanda was taller than Natasha, but she went on her tippy toes and wrapped her slender arms around the spy. Natasha craned her neck a little, smiling into the kiss, her arms securely on (her) the little witch's waist.

"My heart stops, when you look at me. Just one touch, now baby I believe this is real. So take a chance and don't ever look back."

Wanda felt like she was on cloud nine, feeling Natasha's soft lips on hers. Oh those sweet plump lips she's been day dreaming about for months, honestly, she felt like the main character in a movie. A teenager if you will in a coming off age movie, is this what Simon felt like from Love, Simon? The song was quite spot on, as Natasha made her feel like a teenager once again, or at least what she assumes a teenager would feel. She never really got to properly enjoyed her teenage years, but here she is. With the woman of her dreams.

"We're siblings for real!" They finally broke the kiss after hearing a drunken Y/n made the statement, arms on both Yelena and Pietro who were just as equally drunk as him. Pietro mimicked his sentence, and Yelena only nodded her head while occasionally raising her glass. Natasha and Wanda shared a look as they held each other, the spy snorted while her counterpart giggled at the scene.

It seems like the trio had put Katy Perry's song on shuffle, because the beat to 'Last Friday Night' started playing.

They started chanting "We did it!" matching their words to the tune of the song, the two couple shared a look.

"Do you wanna get out of here?" Natasha asked, a small smile on her face.

"Yes, please." Wanda replied shyly before being dragged out of the living room by Natasha.

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The witch woke up groggily on her bed, her eyes needed time to adjust to the light that were peaking into her room. She groaned and fell back onto the bed with a thud, shielding herself from the light like a vampire allergic to it. "Ugh... what did Yelena put in my drinks." She grumbles.

All of the sudden everything came rushing back into her memory like a tidal wave. I kissed Natasha...

She hastily sat on her bed and looked around. She remembered they kissed, but... how did they end up here. Wanda remembered Natasha asking her to move out of the living room, oh my god did we slept together? The witch's face started to match her battle suit as she thought of the possibility, wish I could've remembered.

Her throat felt dry so she decided to grab herself some drinks in the kitchen. And to her surprise, Natasha was already there. Humming to herself and cooking breakfast, Wanda let in a sharp breath at the sight. Of course, being the trained spy that she is, Natasha greeted Wanda without having to turn around.

"Good morning, Wanda. Slept well?" Natasha asked kindly.

"I don't know how you do that." Wanda muttered.

The spy chuckles to herself, "What I was trained for, little witch. I already put a glass of water for you by the table. Bacon and eggs alright?"

Wanda glanced at the table and surely enough Natasha already prepped a big jug of water and a glass for her. "Oh thank you, you're a godsent..." The younger woman took a seat and dawned her water, and then also her second glass of water.

Natasha walked by her and set a plate for both herself and Wanda. "What a night was it?" She said with a hint of tease.

The brunette only nodded her head while drinking her water like it was the last one on earth. She dropped her glass with a sigh of relief and glances at Natasha, a faint blush appeared on her cheek almost immediately. Wanda cleared her throat before answering, "It was, thank you for breakfast."

"You're welcome." She replied simply, her body still angled a little to the side, one arm propped on the head of the chair whilst staring intently at Wanda.

"Natasha, I..." Wanda started, oh god suddenly her throat feels dry again. The spy gave a small nod, urging her to continue. The younger woman started fidgeting with her finger. "I don't regret it," Wanda finally looks at her. "Kissing you, all of it, I don't regret any of it."

A smile tugged the corner of Natasha's lips, but before she could answer, Wanda started rambling on.

"B-but it's ok if you don't feel the same. Or that it was just a heat in the moment kind of thing."

"Wanda, relax." The older woman put a gentle hand on Wanda, she inhaled sharply at Natasha's action. "Listen... I'm no better at this. However, if your interested, I would like to take you out on a date." Natasha smiled at her, oh god, Wanda's heart was beating a mile minute. Wait, wait, she said date?

"I- Yes, I would love that." Wanda averted her gaze, the intensity of Natasha's green eyes was too much. The sheer intensity of the spy's gaze could turn her into a puddle of mess.

"Good, I've been dying to try this restaurant." Natasha said while turning her body now to face her breakfast, she took one bite of the bacon before continuing. "I hope Southeast Asian cuisine isn't too spicy for you." The spy said teasingly.

"Oh please, you underestimate me." Wanda responded with a slight bump of their shoulders, yet a question still lingers on her mind. "Hey uh... Sorry, I was just wondering. Did we uh... do anything?"

"What do you mean? We kissed." Natasha answered cluelessly.

"Yeah, but I remember you took me to my room. I couldn't remember anything from there, so... I was just wondering if we did anything." Wanda asked, her voice progressively gets more timid the more she explains.

"Hmmmm, like what? Watching a movie?" The spy said while looking up to the ceiling as if deep in thoughts, small smirk on her face.

"Tasha, stop messing around." Wanda said with a playful eyeroll.

"Tasha, huh? That's new." She continued to teased her little witch. Wanda playfully pouted her lips, of course Natasha couldn't help but give in to that. "Don't worry, little witch, nothing happened. I took you to your room, we made out for a little bit and before you finally fell a sleep in my arms. It was a adorable." Natasha added the last bit with a shrug and a smirk.

Wanda's face got increasingly red, "Ugh..." She groaned at hid her face in her hand. "I'm sorry."

"Don't hide that pretty face, as I said, it was adorable." Natasha pried away Wanda's hand, the witch relents and was greeting with a fond smile from Natasha. One she rarely saw, god she's so fucking beautiful.

And unfortunately for them, it had to be ruined by the trio... Again.

"Ughh.... my head-" Y/n groaned.

"I feel like skipping gym today." Pietro chimed in.

"Keep up." Yelena responded with a bored tone. She was sweating, probably went on a run.

Wanda and Natasha mentally cursed at themselves and returned to their own respective breakfast. The trio rummages through the kitchen, finding cereals and bowls, Yelena opted for an apple instead. They sat down across Natasha and Wanda, Y/n was first to point out the obvious of course.

"So...?" He asked them excitedly.

"So what?" Natasha raised an eyebrow at him.

Only for him to raised his eyebrow right back, "Did you guys shag?" Yelena piped in, Pietro groaned.

"No, don't answer that-" The older Maximoff covered his ears while Wanda shrunk in her seat.

"I'll take that as a yes!" Y/n yelled excitedly.

"First of all, we didn't." Natasha said firmly, "And second, I don't see how that's any of your business."

"Oh, but it is." The redhead narrowed her eyes at him, but it was too early to deal with her brother's antics.

"Look whatever you saw, zip it." Natasha stated, "I personally want to keep this under wrap, if this goes out to the press they're going to have a lot of questions and I don't want to deal with that."

"I'll second that." Wanda muttered, casting Natasha a grateful look to which the older woman smiled in response.

Y/n scoffed, "Whatever, I'm great at keeping secrets. Beside, I'm just glad the whole sexual tension can now be resolved-" He shuts up immediately upon seeing Natasha's glare.

After a few minutes of silence and eating their breakfast, Y/n's phone notification started going off like crazy. "Oh, Piet I think one of our videos got viral."

"Where let me see." Pietro leaned over to take a look, and upon opening the app, their eyes quickly widens. "Why would you upload that?!"

"I didn't! I must've- Fuck..." Y/n panicked, and by that, really panicked.

"What's going on?" Natasha asked.

"Nothing!" The two men said simultaneously, fuck... if Natasha finds out they're screwed. However, before they could delete the evidence, Natasha snatched the phone from her brother's hand. Wanda leaned closer to take a look and gasped. Yelena only snorted and excuse herself as she had an idea where this was going.

It was a footage of them, kissing, wrap up in each other's arms, lip tight in a passionate lock. Fuck, Katy Perry was right, Pictures of last night ended up online and they were screwed. "Y/n..." Natasha said warningly.

Without a second thought Y/n dashed away from the table with Pietro who zooms past him with his superspeed.

"I'll fucking kill you both!" Was Natasha's last word before hunting them down one by one.

[zzencat]

Tarot Mini Reading Request

My initials: SR, Sabrina Rocha

17.06.2004

Sun-Moon-Mercury-Venus-Lilith Gemini ♊️

His Initials: RP, Rico P.

29.11.1991

Coworker at gastro, leader/shift supervisor 2nd in-command. Charismatic, hard to get to know personally. Problem-solver, strategic and professional. Great at teamwork. Gym rat. No hobbies. No faith in love or trust, but seems to be devoted to God (wears cross), always has his doppio espresso. Speaks Spanish and likes Shisha bars.

Green eyes, tall and very fit, beautiful smile. Blueish-greenish grey aura/vibes.

Sort of became a little more softie towards me. Caring when I don’t make him book food for my dinner (one of his tasks for the team), sometimes double-asking. Defending me from a disrespectful coworker on some occasions. Seemingly being closer to me at times. Or like that time he stared almost intensely at my eyes….and I tried to hold the stare until I looked down and away…shy as hell.

Last time we worked together, I gifted him a letter. Sort of love letter confessing that I like him more than just a coworker and inviting him to a coffee date. Also reassuring him I respect him a lot as a person and hope nothing will change after this if he feels uncomfortable or can’t reciprocate the feelings back. At the end telling a little more about me via a self-made quote and songs. A few drawings and scents (coffee, vanilla and lemongrass) on the letter and envelope.

What will the answer be or rely to be most likely? Positive, negative. Any other cards telling more, as it’s a short reading?

I’d be willing to expand on that through paying a little extra amount for more card pulls and energy-reading.

Thank you so much already!

sabrina sorry but does his surname happen to be…puerto?? nah nah im kidding 😂😂😂 my own lil jokes haha im playin

rico’s energy?

ok so…he kinda has a weird energy to him? it’s kinda strange. it’s like he’s putting on some sort of act or something or maybe he has to but yeah you’re right about him being hard to open up. he’s getting there yes, also correct.. but there’s something that’s going to be revealed and it will change everything. it was probably your little confession, but he’s taking everything into account. it’s also strange that i got deception like 3 times in the reading already. not in a bad way but like…hiding his true feelings? ik this is a little late so idk if he’s answered you yet, but in his mind he’ll try to keep things as peaceful and harmonious, at least at work. i will say that whatever the outcome is, you’ll try to keep yourself balanced and logical. it’s gonna be hard at work but you’ll try really, realllllly hard. you might hold back feelings or suppress some emotions. also i pulled some advice for you. again, whatever the outcome, make sure you don’t change yourself. love will come to you naturally. ALSO!!!! be very careful materially. don’t be sharing finances out so easily, NO MATTER WHO THEY ARE!!!!!!! very important. be careful of theft as well. be careful who you let in easily. if you’re already guarded and are an alert person, that’s going to do you some good for now. i think you’re a fair person or at least you want to act fairly. you might have some moments where you feel like you have to overcompensate or prove yourself and your worth, especially at this job. be careful that you don’t become greedy materially. AND if people know you’re a hardworker and they happen to know how much you make, even if it’s more than them maybe, be careful with that as well. i want you to be super cautious money wise. you’ll feel down at times and to deal with it, you could put that energy into work or other things, so make sure you rest yourself and give yourself time to sit down and process emotions sometimes ok? i don’t think you give up easily either so good on you! you’re just getting started hahah. and you are worthy alright? don’t ever doubt it.

i think there’s possibility for there to be a love connection (in the future)! it just probably won’t happen super soon bc of financial reasons. he could feel pretty stuck and unsure how to really move on from now. whatever the outcome, he doesn’t want there to be drama between you two or work. he’d like to keep everything civil. if he’s a little avoidant, it’s probably bc you’re taking steps to pursue him. not that he thinks it’s bad! he’s just kind of in that…uncertain period, esp emotionally. it’s not you tho! not your fault or anything. the good thing is that he’ll try to be nice about everything. maybe it won’t happen so soon, but there is definitely a chance for you in the future with this guy. it could also be an age thing, so maybe he’s waiting for you to be more financially stable or just ready in general. he could also be in that energy where if he pursues this relationship, he’s thinking about *everything* that could change in his life.

that’s all i have for you sabrina!! thank you for joining the game :)

[abarbaricyalp]

For @sambuckylibrary TFATWS Anniversary Event! How late is this fill? Yes. I just couldn't get the idea out of my head.

CW: Grief and related discussions

Sam didn't jump when the door to his suite in Sharon's place opened. He didn't even turn off his phone screen, like a kid being caught up past their bedtime. Or like a superhero whose phone rang in the middle of a delicate mission. He did set the phone aside and turned to find Bucky in the dimness of the room. Despite the thriving nightlife and the pulsing neons of Madripoor outside, the room remained dark without the overhead lights on. One lamp, in the far corner, provided all there was.

Bucky paused halfway between the bed where Sam was sitting and the door he'd just come in. "Do... do you want to be alone?" he asked hesitantly.

Bucky was impossible to figure out. Every time Sam thought he had his temperament down, Bucky hit him with something else. Sam thought he was broody and a loner; Bucky made friends with strangers on the street. Sam thought he was confident and sure; Bucky deferred to Sam's judgement before answering. Sam thought the adrenaline would be coursing through him after running for his life; Bucky showed up in soft athletic shorts with a quiet voice.

Sam gave a quiet, bitter chuckle. "The opposite, actually," he answered. He picked up the phone and waved the lit screen at Bucky. "I wish someone very specific was here."

Bucky came over with padded, but heavy, foot steps and sat beside Sam on his bed. He took the phone and scrolled through the line of texts on it. "Romanov?" he asked in surprise. "Were you two...?"

Sam shook his head and took his phone back. "No. We were just friends. And I really miss her ribbing right now. God, do you know how much shit I'd have to hear if she was around to find out about my phone ringing during that debacle with Selby?"

Bucky offered him a small smile and handed his phone back. "I didn't know her as well as you did. Tell me about it. Tell me what you wanted to tell her."

Sam turned the screen off, then tapped his thumb nail against the black box of it. "I told Fury once--after DC, when Steve and I were getting ready to find you--I told Fury I was more of a soldier than a spy. Nat found out I'd said it--swear it was Steve who ratted me out--and she made it her mission to train me in the ways of spycraft. It was usually silly stuff, things you'd expect out of a children's book, the fun, easy, practical stuff. But I think the first thing she told me was to always leave my phone on silent. As soon as it rang in there, I think I heard a thousand lectures all at once. Man, she probably would've made me take a bunch of laps around the gym for that."

"She made you exercise when you were a bad spy?" Bucky asked in amused confusion.

"Nah, because she woulda been chasing me," Sam corrected with a small laugh. "And then you in that club, when that guy tried to dance with you? God, I just wanted to take a picture and send it to her."

"He was brazen," Bucky agreed.

"It was the first time you really dropped character all night, y’know? The Winter Soldier woulda just pushed him away but you froze and got all wide eyed and old-fashioned."

"I am not old-fashioned," Bucky argued with a roll of his eyes.

"Nat would've agreed with me," Sam said with a total confidence in his voice. He watched his own reflection in the screen of his phone and then sighed. "She'd love all of this. I bet she had Madripoor on her map. I wanted to call and ask her about it when we first heard about it. Steve always called what she did 'intel gathering' but I think half the time she already knew what he was asking about. She was so smart and so sharp." A pang shot through his chest and he squeezed his eyes shut, swallowed away tears in his throat.

Bucky's hand came to rest on Sam's thigh, lower down by his knee. "I'm sorry she's gone," he said softly.

"I wasn't even there to say goodbye," Sam whispered back. "She died for us, to bring us back, because we failed in that fight."

Bucky's fingers tightened on Sam's knee, and then his arm moved around Sam's shoulders instead, pulling him into an awkward half hug. It was made all the more awkward when Sam collapsed against Bucky's side and hid his face in the meat of Bucky's shoulder. The day had been long and exhausting and exciting and terrifying. For so many years, he'd had people to fall back on after days like that. There were jokes and greasy foods and other people who had gone through it too waiting in a crappy motel room.

And now what he had was a fancy but empty room, a partner who didn't trust him, and a gnawing hunger in his stomach for something he was never getting back. The danger persisted in this country and a whole new crop of problems awaited him back home. Legacies and prejudices and desires and expectations, all coming from a thousand places, all pulling him in different directions.

All he wanted was to hear Natasha laugh at him and Bucky for tripping over their own feet on this one. He wanted to know what she'd say about the shield. He wanted her next to him no matter what decision he made. She'd instantly defied the Accords to be next to Steve when Peggy died and Sam could really use that kind of selfless, unconditional support right now.

Bucky curled closer to Sam, using his other arm to brace him upright. "I'm right here," he murmured. "It's going to be okay."

Sam nodded against his shoulder. Maybe that would be enough later. And maybe one day it would be enough to keep going in the future. For tonight, he let himself feel safe with Bucky and let himself miss Natasha with an ache so profound that maybes and optimism weren't cutting it.

And still despite that, an optimistic maybe lingered as Bucky rubbed his back and stayed right there, just like he promised.

[acewithapaintbrush]

I wish you would write a fic where Bruno tries to explain the concept of the Ninja Turtles to his nieces and nephews after seeing a vision of them

“Turtles are kinda slow, I think.” Antonio points to the picture book he has opened on his lap and Mirabel dutifully leans closer with a ‘Hmm’ rumbling from the back of her throat to signal her interest. “I wish I could ask them myself, but we don’t have turtles in the Encanto. But this book says they are really slow.”

Mirabel is about to ask something when Bruno interrupts. “Except when they are ninjas.”

Antonio and Mirabel exchange a short glance before looking at Bruno. The man is too busy trying to teach Gabriela a new trick to notice them staring at him.  The rat is especially stubborn today. 

“Uh. Ninjas? Like in Luisa’s adventure books?” Mirabel wonders out loud. “But Tio. How could turtles be old Japanese warriors?”

Bruno finally gives up on trying to make the rat jump through a tiny hoop and lifts his head. His face is blank for a long time. The kids know that look by now and wait patiently. It’s the look their tio gets when he’s said something out loud that was not meant for other ears and now he has to backtrack to figure out what he has said that made those around him look at him as if he is crazy. The Madrigals try to not give him that feeling as much as they can, but sometimes there are things coming out of Bruno’s mouth that just make it a little difficult to not be completely baffled. 

Finally the older man shakes his head and laughs a little. He waves his hand as if to shoo the question away. “Ah. Forget it. That was a weird vision about the future.”

“There are Ninja Turtles in the future?” Antonio exclaims with stars in his eyes and clambers up and over so he can hang off of Bruno’s arm. “Really?”

Bruno winces. “Nah, not really. Sorry Tonito, it was just a TV-show. Or was it a movie?”

Mirabel snickers. “A TV-Show about turtles that are ninjas? Sorry, but that sounds kinda ridiculous. Somehow I don’t think that was-” she stops and coughs into her hand. “will be a very successful show.”

“Oh, the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles will be very successful. A huge franchise!” Mirabel tilts her head at the unfamiliar word and Bruno turns back towards Antonio who is still climbing all over his uncle as if he is his own personal jungle gym. “You see, it’s about four brothers. They used to be normal turtles, but then they got mutated-”

“Mutated?”

“Uhm, they got changed. By an outside force.”

“Like with our gifts!”

Bruno snaps his fingers. “Yes, exactly. They got a gift. They grew bigger and stronger and faster and their father trained them to be warriors. Ninjas. They have enemies and allies and lots of adventures. They live underground, but they go up at night to fight evil and eat pizza.”

Antonio is hooked.

“Wooooooooow! Is their papa also a turtle?”

“Their father is actually a rat who also got mutated.”

Mirabel can’t hold it anymore. She bursts out laughing and falls backwards into the grass, holding her aching stomach. “A rat! No wonder you like them!” 

“Who says I like them?” Bruno shoots back, but then leans closer to his littlest sobrino and whispers. “I love them! Sadly the rats don’t like the little carapaces I made for them. But if I had some turtles, I would totally do a play about them.”

Antonio vows to find his uncle some turtles one day, even if he has to leave the Encanto for that.

He wants more stories about these Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

[fearsome-series]

BOOK ONE

Chapter One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine

Chris drove down the winding roads to King High as Laura idly stared out the window. They passed the mall nearby - a sign said no unaccompanied teens on Fridays. Why only Fridays? Thursdays, they’re okay? But Fridays, no? That’s weird and also faint sounds and smells hit Laura burgers and barbecue and lobster, okay lobster is dumb rich people shit but fish and register beeps and boring music and

“Uh, you okay, Laur?”

Laura turned to her dad, blankly staring. What?

“Yeah.”

“‘cause we’re here.”

Huh? Laura looked out. They were here and she hadn’t noticed. King High. The two-story brown building wasn’t tall, but at least it sprawled out forever. Laura always got lost her first year. It took months for her to not be late for math - East Wing, second floor, south, Fox Quad - and to this today, she swore she once opened a door in the far South Wing, second floor and ended up in the gym. The geography made no sense, but the basketball that blew right past her surprised head couldn’t be dismissed.

“If you don’t wanna go, we can go back home.”

“No, I want to go.” I don’t want to be in this car, she thought; it smells of trash and gas and...a rat? Ew.

“Go in or go home?”

“Go in.”

“Alright. See ya later. Have a good half a day.”

“Thanks, dad,” Laura said, getting out of the car.

As Laura walked into school, she had a...sense. A scent. The rat.

Oh no.

She picked up her bag. “Get. Out.”

A reply, muffled. “Believe me - I’ve no fondness for this prison. Do you intend to crush Gef? Do you intend to squeeze Gef into a fine red juice? You wouldn’t be the first to try and you won’t be the last!”

“Shut up,” she said. “There’s security today.” There was a security guard up ahead; her school didn’t have any cops, not for a couple years.

“So?”

“So my school forbids bringing in creepy little rodents.”

“I’m no creepy little rodent! I’m a creepy little...” Gef blinked. “Mustelid, perhaps?”

Laura put her keys in the basket. Her student ID. Told him why she was late. Showed him her note. Gritted her teeth. Went through the metal detector. Nothing. “Take this to the main office…”

“You thought mongeese were made of metal, eh?”

“Shut up,” she whispered.

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Laura wound her way towards the main office, her doctor’s note - thrust into her mom’s hands by the European lady, and signed by a Dr. Valley, from the University’s hospital - ready to hand over. Then it was time for bio. Laura knew where it was. North wing, second floor, room 212, bear quad. But she couldn’t keep it straight. North wing - clanking lockers - north wing, second floor, room 221, wait, 21 - distant footsteps - north wing, room 212 -

“…this process turns energy into ATP. Now, what is ATP? ATP is…”

Laura scribbled notes quickly as Ms. Ingersoll lectured. Or at least she tried to keep notes. She kept thinking. ATP mitochondria crabs cycle whatever. What’s out the window? A bird chirps on that dark tree. A soccer game in the field. Something prokaryotic eukaryotic. Goal!

BRIIIIIIIING. Suddenly Laura felt clear-headed. She glanced down at her notes and realized she tuned out halfway through. Ugh. There’s a test soon.

“Uh, hi, Laura. Are you okay?”

It was Summer, waiting outside bio. She was trans, like her, though more girly and less apathetic about passing than Laura usually was. Summer, wearing a navy blue blouse and skirt and looking at her with kinda wide eyes, but not like, deer in the headlights

Headlights closer, closer -

wide but wide like she was staring right through her, thick eyebrows furrowed.

Laura laughed weakly. “Yeah. Some crazy shit happened down south, I’ll tell you about it. Normal place, 12:45?”

“Uh, maybe we should talk now?”

“Sorry, but I’ve gotta find Manuel. But I’ll see you like always, yeah?”

“We should really talk now…” Why was Summer so intent on talking now? Laura almost felt like she knew. Or she knew she didn’t know. Some knowledge evading her.

“Uh…yeah. I’ll be there.”

Laura ran off to lunch. She wanted meat, even if mom said it would wreck her stomach, and she got this sense from Summer that even though she was a witch who loves nature too much, she wanted that too.

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Manuel wrung his hands idly, leaning against the window ledge out to the courtyard in the large, second cafeteria. No texts from Laura, no calls, nothing online. Maybe she was still down in Elkhorn. But he saw about the coyote - only a coyote - attack last night and he kept wondering if Laura was okay.

“Hey!”

Laura! Manuel stared in shock, then jumped up - to hug her, but then he held back, don’t want to look too…too…you know. In case that was the wrong -

“Can I hug you?” Laura asked.

“...yes!” Laura gave him a very quick hug. “Oh, hi. You’re back already?”

Laura smiled and grunted out a little laugh. “Yeah. Got better a lot faster than they thought I would.”

Laura sat by Manuel on the dusty floor. She looked okay, but her bite sounded really bad, so Manuel thought that maybe she wasn’t okay.

“I heard a coyote attacked the hospital down there. Are you…”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Nothing happened. To me, anyway.”

“So it was a coyote?”

“Yeah. Hey, what do you know about mongeese?”

“Huh?”

“Never mind.”

“But…you said a wolf bit you, not a coyote.”

“Yeah! It was a coyote, but...but…” Laura started to whisper. “It wasn’t a bear. It was a wolf, but…more than a wolf. ‘cause you were right.”

“I was right about it being a wolf? But I saw the video and it looked like a coyote.”

“You were right that it wasn’t a wolf. Or it was, but not. Like, a manwolf.”

“A…a manwolf?”

“Like you said.”

Manuel silently hoped Laura wasn’t teasing him. Please. Laura never, ever had, in all their years of friendship, but so many other “friends” had.

“I do remember saying it could be a manwolf, or werewolf, but it’s a joke. It was a joke, there aren’t any werewolves. Just bears who sometimes walk on two legs to get at garbage -”

“Yeah there are. You’re right, Manni. I mean…you’re looking at one. I’m a manwolf, uh, womanwolf. Werewolf. Or I’m insane. Or…was I?”

“Laura, please -”

Manuel nervously wrapped his arms around himself. Not Laura too, he thought. He hoped -

“I’m not joking. I can prove it. I mean, not now. But I could. Tonight, maybe? Next month? I’ll probably get a sense for it by then, if it’s real.”

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“What did you do this weekend?” Emily asked Alice; Emily was in one lunchline, and Alice was in the other one, wearing her red jacket like always, while today Emily carefully picked out a fashionable ensemble of the striped black-and-white shirt and purple skirt that were lying on the floor by her bed. Emily asked what-did-you-do-this-weekend even though she knew the answer, and knew she couldn’t say the answer.

Alice’s line advanced one beyond Emily’s, so she turned her head back towards her. “We stayed at home on Saturday, and - Em, you were with me Sunday night.”

“Yeah, the sleepover.”

“Yep. How about you?”

“I was in the -” She grunted. “- with you, doing -” She grunted.

“Y’know, it’d be a lot easier if we could actually talk about anything that we -”

Emily grunted pointedly, and Alice grunted back.

After they left the line, they tried to find a table, but then Alice’s nostrils flared. “Em, look around. Do you smell something?”

“With my eyes?”

“Something -” Alice grunted. “Not one of the usual -”

“Is that hurting your throat? It’s hurting my throat.” Emily sniffed too. “There is a new -”

“Grunt.”

“You…can’t just say grunt,” Emily said, and she followed after Alice.

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“Laura…”

Laura looked around wildly, “huh. Alison and Josh broke up.”

“Huh?”

“Just now. Uh, over there?” Laura pointed, but Manuel couldn’t see Alison or Josh in the crowded cafeteria.

“I don’t…”

“God, so many people. So many…everything. It’s so much, but not enough, y’know? ‘Cause I’m still tired and hungry and it’s…ugh, it’s…”

“Laura?”

Standing behind Laura was Alice, who Manuel didn’t really know as well, outside of that run-in with her and Steph. She was tall, taller than any of them, and lanky, with short brown hair. She wore jeans, a red jacket and a small cross necklace. Alice’s family had just moved from a farm further south. 

“What do you want?” Laura said curtly.

“I want to talk to you,” Alice replied.

“About what? What do you have to say to me?”

“Just…that you’re doing okay.”

“Yeah. ‘course. I’m fine? Listen, I don’t think you have anything to say to me -”

“Al. Let me lead?” It was Emily Applebaum, who Manuel knew from his programming class. She was a little taller than Manuel, with curly dark hair. She always dressed so nicely, and now she had a striped black-and-white shirt and purple skirt and earrings and a silver bracelet, which must’ve taken forever to put together. “Hi, Laura.”

“You’re, uh…”

“It’s Emily,” Manuel said. “Sorry, I didn’t know if you had met…”

“Hi.” Emily waved. “You sure you’re doing okay?”

“Yeah,” Laura answered.

“Nothing’s bitten you lately?”

“...you mean, a mosquito? Yeah, sure -”

“Like…a wolf?”

“Uh…no…”

“We should talk. Me, Alice, and you.” Emily turned to Manuel. “Later, Manni.”

“L-later?” Manuel said faintly, watching Laura walk off with Emily and Alice. What’s going on?

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The courtyard. No one around here, Laura noticed. Quiet. She sat on a stone bench underneath a gnarled old tree, uneasily waiting for Alice and Emily to start talking. The breeze carried a scent - the same scent she smelled around Sam and Summer.

“So what bit you? Was it a wolf, or more than a wolf?” Alice broke the silence.

“No, I mean, it walked on two legs, but…it was just a weird wolf. Some of ‘em do that, right?”

“Nope.”

Emily slid onto the bench next to Laura, “hey, don’t worry. It’s fine. You can tell us what happened. We just thought something was different about you…”

“…and we wanted to invite you to meet some people who might understand,” Alice finished.

“Understand what? Dog bites?”

“You don’t have to keep it a secret from us,” Emily said calmly.

“Yeah. We’re like you.”

“Like me…how?” Laura knew the answer. She didn’t want to know. She didn’t want to talk about this with anyone but Manuel.

“Like…” Emily leaned in close to whisper, “werewolves.”

“Werewolves? There aren’t any werewolves.” Laura said.

“You know…”

“No I don’t! I don’t know anything. My dumb dog brain, uh, people brain, my dumb everything brain doesn’t understand anything. I mean, who’s a werewolf?” She blurted out.

“All of us,” Alice said, “except your pet…ferret?”

Gef poked his head out of her bag, glaring grumpily at Alice before vanishing again.

Emily opened her backpack, took out a notebook and ripped out a scrap of paper. She quickly jotted something down, then handed it to Laura.

“Just take this. If you want to join us tonight, you’re welcome. If you don’t, that’s fine too.”

“But if you don’t come with us,” Alice said, “you…should really be careful. About what -” She whispered. “- werewolves you do talk to.”

“Thanks,” Laura said wearily. Emily and Alice walked back inside, leaving her alone in the courtyard. Wind swept through the trees. Gef crawled out of her bag and onto her shoulder.

“What was that about? ‘Oh, I’m Laura, I could say I’ve been transforming into a fluffy git, but I won’t’! Torture! Screws and nails, the rack and iron maiden, humans talking!”

“Gef! It’s just…it’s just that everything’s been moving so fast, and I…I haven’t been able to think, but…”

“Yes?”

“Is this everything now? My life? ‘cause it’s so much, and…I don’t know what to do.”

“Maybe the people who just offered to help you can help.”

“What if they don’t want me? I mean, I attacked someone. If all werewolves do that, then I’m doomed. I’m trapped in a monster murder cult. If they don’t? Then I’m the monster, and they…they wouldn’t want me.”

“I can assure you that werewolves aren’t all deranged murderers, and you are no exception” said Gef, “as for the copper - he shot you, I hear. Without that, would you’ve hurt anyone?”

“No!”

“Alright,” said Gef, crawling back into his pocket, “and at any rate, all coppers are bastards.”

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Manuel anxiously wrung his hands, waiting for Laura to come back. What did Alice and Emily tell her? Maybe she was telling the truth and all of them were werewolves. Manuel hoped so - she would accept werewolves existing before she’d accept that Laura would make fun of him.

Manuel had met Laura in middle school; boys in his class had been teasing Manuel - for talking too much about things they thought were weird, for what he ate, for existing in their presence. He had been talking about Mothman too much again, and they called him the r-slur and other things, and misgendered him, and said that if the bus to his neighborhood blew up “nothing would be lost”. He had lost control and stormed out of class; Laura pretended she needed to go to the bathroom and followed him.

Laura comforted and encouraged Manuel, told him that she was trans too, listened to him ramble out a story about the Montauk monster, and showed him that if you put your keys between your fingers when you punch someone, you can “really hurt ‘em”.

Manuel gratefully took everything Laura said to heart, except the thing about stabbing people you don’t like with keys, and they had been friends ever since.

He knew Laura wouldn’t make fun of him, like other friends had. He knew it. And he…

He was thirsty. Manuel slowly got up, collected his breath and walked to the vending machines. He couldn’t get the soda he used to anymore - not since the school board banned caffeine again - but he found a lemonade he liked, which worked well enough. He put in the quarters and as his drink fell out he noticed Alison passing by. He knew Alison from German, but everyone knew Alison, since she was involved in everything.

“Hi Alison. How are you doing?” Manuel cursed himself immediately. Too stiff, too shaky. He hoped Alison didn’t notice.

“Oh, hi Manuel. I’m…not great.”

“Oh no, what’s going on?”

“Josh and I broke up.”

“Oh. I’m sorry,” Manuel said, thinking.

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Laura walked in from the courtyard to find Manuel in his normal spot. Laura sat by him, and for a few moments neither spoke. Gotta say something, she told herself, urged herself.

“Hey.”

“H-hi. What did Emily and Alice say?” Manuel sounded nervous. Laura hoped she wasn’t the reason why.

“They, uh…they invited me to meet other people like…”

“Like…?”

“Like me. I’ll text you tomorrow about what it’s like.” Gef kicked in Laura’s bag.

“Okay. So are you okay?”

“Yeah. I’m fine. Gonna check on someone else right now, but…are you okay?”

“Yeah.”

Laura slowly approached the west wing staircase. They weren’t really supposed to hang out there, but she and Summer always did, and she could see Summer waiting, crisscrossed underneath.

“Hey Summ.”

“Laura? Uh, hi. So about earlier, I just…”

“Yeah, sorry. I was just confused. And Emily just told me I should join some group tonight.”

“Oh. Oh, cool. So, uh, will you?”

“Yeah,” Gef kicked again.

Laura and Summer shared an awkward silence.

“So,” asked Laura, “you too?”

“Yeah.”

[loving-all-for-loki]

Can you write one where the Rogers is assigning a new recruit to each avenger for training? Loki gets the new girl and he’s irritated thinking she’s just some normal human that hasn’t a clue how to fight properly because of her petite size. When it comes time for them to spar, she gives him hell. She fights with swords and is very skilled in the art. He says something to piss her off and she ends up blasting him away with powers she never told anyone about. Loki realizes what she is since he knows the magic she used. She’s part light elf but being half human she was abandoned and left to die just like Loki was. They end up bonding and work together on the team.

A/N: I hope you like it! I didn't focus a whole ton of them working together, but I feel like you get the point. It's a bit longer than my other one shots.

The Moon And Her Darkness

Summary: Y/N, the newest avenger, starts her first day of training. An unimpressed Loki’s doubts are proved to be wrong when she reveals herself to be stronger than he knew.

Word count: 2744

Warnings: angst, dick Loki

Forever Tags: @mm2305

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Your blood pumps fast through your body as you stare at the raven haired god. Ever since you joined the team, he’s been giving you dirty looks and eye rolls. You tried to not pay attention to it since you know of his past (and have been warned by Tony), but as the newest Avenger trying to prove herself, you find yourself longing for his approval.

It has been a week since Nicky Fury showed up at your home, extracting you from it, and throwing you into the lion's den you called the Avengers. You never signed up for it, but given that you were on the government’s radar for a long time, you’re not surprised. A couple mishaps here and there made them take you on their own terms. They’ve decided that having super powers is not something to be normalized and that you couldn’t live like a normal civilian.

Although you want to be home, the Avengers have already shown to be a great family. Nat and Wanda have already taken you shopping while Steve gave you a tour of the tower. As far as the others, they have been out of sight. Bucky avoids everyone, Sam with him because they’re glued to the hip, and Tony is somewhere else working on new technology with Bruce. Clint? Thor? Who even knows. You’ve been thankful for the attention they have given you.

Except for Loki.

You remember the attack in New York and you won’t lie when saying that approaching the god is intimidating. He stands with great pride and power, it’s hard not to feel small, but when he stares at you the way he does, it’s harder. He doesn’t stop looking at you as if you were a rat he found in a sandwich. Disposable. Replaceable. Disgusting. You don’t expect much from the God being that he’s only staying here out of punishment for the attacks, but you had hoped for a little something more. Even a prank or two.

When Steve told you that you were going to start training, you expected hand to hand combat like the rest, not whatever involves Loki being in the gym at the same time as the two of you. He hasn’t said a word, but just stared at you as Steve goes over some basic disabling techniques and defense. Most of it is already burned in your brain from your childhood, being a warrior and all, but you still manage to learn some new things.

But learning as to why Loki is there, that still remains unclear. Everytime you throw a punch or try to block one of Steve’s, Loki scoffs at you and rolls his eyes. He looks completely relaxed on a bench in the room, yet he could not be looking at you with a more tense gaze. He looks worried, as if you’re going to get beaten to a pulp.

“Okay, what’s wrong?” You yell at him.

Panting, you block Steve’s last hit and turn to the younger Odinson.

“Sorry?”

“Oh, don’t sorry me. Cut the crap, Loki. What’s up?”

“I believe the sky is.”

You grab a knife off the wall and aim it in his direction, startling him slightly but not even shocking Steve.

“You stare at me with daggers in your eyes and judge my every move. You have yet to even talk to me since I joined the team. What do you have against me, you ass?”

“Y/N-”

“Shut it, Steve!” You yell, quickly aiming the dagger at him before returning to Loki, “You. Talk.”

“It’s just pathetic, that’s all.”

“Pathetic? You’re calling me pathetic?”

You start to charge at Loki, but Steve quickly wraps his arm around your waist, holding you back from gutting the god.

“Y/N, I wanted you to spar with him after me,” he cuts in.

“And why would I do that?”

“Because he's a skilled fighter who matches your level.”

“Oh, so I spar with the tricker who decides I’m too pathetic to fight. He’s going to teleport or some shit and stab me like he does with Thor.” Loki’s eyebrows raise at the mention of Thor getting stabbed. “Yes, I’ve heard the stories. I’m not that naive, Steve.”

“I won’t leave you alone with him. I’ll be here to watch and guide.”

“What do you know about fighting with me? I have magic beyond belief” Loki asks the both of you.

“I know more than you think,” I spit, turning back to Steve, “Can we do something else?”

“Well, you coud-”

“I am not sparing with Loki.”

“Okay, then how about weapons? Whatever one you want to start with?”

Loki scoffs again at the mention of you fighting any other way than hand to hand combat. He’s lucky you’re on the same team as him or else you would have decapitated him by now just because of annoyance. How can a man so attractive be so obnoxious?

You walk over to the wall of weapons were Steve and quietly discuss which ones you’ll practice with. He recommends knives so you can spar with Natasha when he’s gone, but the swords are more up your alley. They remind you of your childhood, the weapon of your people. Some days, you miss them, but you know they are fighting their own battle that is too dangerous for you.

Picking up the swords, Steve warns you he is not good which makes Loki laugh again. He has the right to this time because how do you practice with a man who doesn’t know what he’s doing. You can’t last ten minutes with Cap before you’re tired of his flailing. He’s really not good.

“Loki, you wouldn’t happen to know how to use swords would you?”

“I have some experience. Asgard knights and Valkyrie used them, we were forced to learn.”

He stands and takes Steve’s sword from him. Turning to you, he smirks, taking you in. Your frame looks so small compared to his, nothing but a mortal. He’s never admit it, but he finds you slightly adorable, in a helpless baby sort of way. You take proper stance and stare at Loki dead in the eye, determined to prove him wrong.

The two of you run at each other, swinging at any unblocked area you can, yet never hitting. He blocks your swing, pushing you back but not down. Looking up at him, you scream and run, thrusting your sword towards his neck and legs. He blocks you again, but not without stumbling. Before he’s able to get up, you land a blow right to his chest, knocking the air out of him. He hooks his foot around your leg and flips the two of you over so he hovers above you, sword to throat.

“I’ll admit it, you are good, but not great,” he laughs.

He stands up and walks off, setting the swords back on their holder on the wall. You gradually stand up, fury in your bones for the way he speaks to you.

“You… are irritable!” You yell.

Right before Loki gets to the door, he turns to face you. Steve rushes to your side.

“Y/N, stop. He’s not worth it.”

“Oh, he’s not worth it, alright,” you mutter to Steve, “He’s not worth the pride. The praise. Whatever the ‘glorious purpose’ he thinks he has. He’s just an insecure little boy who needs to prove himself over others, make them feel small so he feels superior. Just a bully.”

“I’d watch your tongue,” Loki warns.

“Or else what? You’ll challenge me to a words competition? See who has the best insults or can sound like the biggest douche because I think we all know who would win! Another check mark for your book of things you’re better at than ‘midgardians’ or ‘mortals’ or whatever degrading nickname you think of next.”

Loki’s chest heaves in anger. You’ve never seen someone so angry or heard anyone yelling at you with concern like Steve. Nothing he says registers in your head as Loki’s daring looks fill your mind. You’d almost be scared if you didn’t know he’s full of empty threats. Just a scared little god boy.

“You imbecile, think you can scare me?”

“Actually, I think anything can.”

“I can take words from someone who does not know me, but to be called a coward is not something I take lightly.”

“So what are you going to do about it? Huh?”

“Nothing, I don’t waste my time on people like you.”

“Oh, people like me? Because the great Frost Giant Asgardian is sooo superior.”

“Don’t you ever say that.”

Loki rushes to your side, grabbing you by the throat and lifting you up against the wall.

“Loki, stop it!” Steve yells.

“This is not about you, Rodgers. I suggest you leave before getting in the crossfire.”

“I can’t do that. The safety of this team-”

“Is your priority. I know you are honorable, but I highly suggest you leave.”

Steve hesitates at the sound of you gasping for air. You cling onto Loki’s hand, tightly wound around your throat. His veins pop out of his hand like a dehydrated man. Steve looks back at you, eyes now closed to focus on your breathing.

“Put her down first,” Steve orders.

“Fine, always have to be the hero.”

Loki sets you down and your body goes numb. Everything hurts, your throat swelling. You gasp for all the air you can, feeling it go down your throat and enter your lungs. It’s fresh, comforting, healing. Leaning your head back against the wall, you barely open your eyes to see Steve by your side.

“Are you okay?”

Not energized enough to speak yet, you nod your head and place your hand on his shoulder. Steve looks over at you with worry before turning back to Loki.

“Leave, now.”

“Gladly.”

Loki turns to walk away, but doesn’t. He stands there to listen to you and Steve. At this point, neither of you care. You’re too focused on not dying.

“Can you breathe?” Steve asks.

You nod your head.

“I can get you help. We have a hospital room.”

“No,” you choke, “I’m fine. I just need a moment.”

Steve nods, but doesn’t listen. He gets up and leaves the room, rushing down the hallways to get a nurse, leaving you alone with Loki.

“Why haven’t you left?”

“No reason.”

“Please, just go. I’m tired of fighting. You’ve done enough.”

Loki turns to look at you. You look weak, but actually weak this time. The purple tint to your skin is fading as your lungs self regenerate as you keep breathing. Gripping onto the wall behind you, you stand up. Your knees are weak, making you wobble as you do. You’re not lying. You’re tired of Loki. You’ve barely spoken to the man and he’s made two attempts on your life in ten minutes. Sure, you teased him, but doesn’t he deserve it for being an ass.

“Weak.” He mutters.

That was the last straw. You look up at him. He stares at you as if the devil himself has entered you and your eyes glow bright red, but you know what is wrong. Holding out your hand towards Loki. A glow erupts from behind you, bright yet dark. It’s dark blue like the night sky and Loki watches it in awe. In seconds, Loki’s body is flung through the training room doors, blasting him into the wall of the hallways. He feels his rib breaking, his head hitting the wall. He yells out in pain as you slowly approach him, the anger seeping through.

“Never call me weak.”

Loki flips his head up to look at you, shock running through his body. At the sound of his body collapsing, the other Avengers come running forward. They look upon the sight of you towering over the trickster god with a look they’ve never seen before. Ethereal. Godly. You look as if you’re a queen staring at her peasant handmaid. Anger. Controlling. Power.

“What the-” Bucky mutters.

“You,” Loki gasps.

He struggles to stand as the team tries to help but he refuses. You two locked eyes but nothing was said. “You’re an elf.”

Everyone looks back at you with confused faces, but you don’t say anything. Your body goes hot at the mention of the word ‘elf’. The fire inside you fades out as anxiety places it, waiting for Loki to continue.

“I knew if someone was here to figure it out it’d be you,” you whisper.

“Light elf yes?”

“Yes, moon elf to be exact.”

“How are you here? Aren’t the-”

“Yes, they’re away. I was left to die. Our town got ransacked, everyone fled. No one stopped for me.”

“Then how are you here?”

“The Air elves. They got word of what happened and came. Found me. Took me back, but-”

“You weren’t suited. They found out.”

“Yes.”

There’s a moment of silence between you and the god. His eyes shine with sadness, tears coming to the corners. He looks at you with great pity as the wall inside you breaks.

“Can someone explain what’s happening?” Steve asks.

“Can you tell?” You ask Loki.

He nods, “Yes. Y/N is a moon elf, a tribe of light elves. They’re as high up as Asgard in the nine realms, powerful warriors. They’ve been at the center of every creature out there. People have been after them for their weapons, gems, and wealth. A landmark for every thief and warrior in the universe.”

“My town was destroyed when I was a little girl. Nobody wanted me because I was a child. I was a burden to them.”

“She was left for dead to be found by the Air Elves. Another tribe. Not as powerful. But they didn’t want her and there’s only one reason why they wouldn’t want a moon elf. She’s a half-breed.”

“Moon elves are the only ones who tolerate them. Half human, half elf. Considering many of them come from moon elves, they’re not despised, but Air Elves.”

“They dropped you off on Midgard to be picked up by someone else. I assume you hid your powers?” “I had to. I acted out once when I was little and my parents freaked out. They sent me away. I lived in a orphanage before some group took me, trained me, helped me hone in my powers. They saved me.”

“Until you got to old and left.”

“Didn’t know where to go. I became a waitress at some back alley bar, lived above it in an apartment with my manager. Lived paycheck to paycheck.”

“Then?”

“Nicky Fury came to me. I was on SHIELD’s radar and they wanted me on the Avengers.”

The room goes silent. Throughout your talking you missed the way Loki got considerably closer to you. You practically stand right under his nose. Loki raises his hands and places them on your shoulders, getting your attention. You two look each other in the eye for a long moment.

“I am… so sorry.”

You feel the tears forming in your eyes as Loki pulls you into his chest, holding you by your waist. The team watches in awe as the closed off god embraces you. Slowly, everyone leaves you two in the hallway. An hour goes by as you cry in Loki’s eyes.

Eventually, Loki picks you up bridal style and brings you to your bedroom. He helps you get dressed for the night and settled in bed before you grab his hand, making him turn back to face you. His eyes are no longer riddled with anger or hatred, but kindness and pity. He looks at you like you’re a little lamb to be protected.

“Yes, darling?”

“Stay with me?”

He nods before undressing and getting in bed with you. He pulls you close, your head leaning on his chest, and places an arm around your waist.

Every night goes on like this. No matter what happened in the day, even if you two got into an argument, Loki always found his way back by your side in your bed. You would have never expect it from how he treated you at first, but after the last few months since you met him, you find yourself growing closer to the god.

Loki slips into your bed for what feels like the 1482nd time. Resting your head on his chest, Loki pulls you close to his body.

“Goodnight, darling.”

[hatsukeii]

This month is my birthday, so can I request headcanons with Tsukki, kenma, osamu, and sakusa celebrating their s/o’s birthday? Thank you💕💕

Oh my lord happy birthday (month)!!!

(Give me a req when it’s your birthday and I’ll say it again💕💕)

🌙Tsukishima Kei🌙

- This little shit.

- He knows exactly what he wants to do for your birthday.

- You go to school all excited because it’s your birthday yk.

- THIS LITTLE BITCH ACTS LIKE HE DOESN’T REMEMBER.

- Classmates are congratulating you and he’s just like oh wait it’s your birthday today oops sorry I forgot.

- What the fuck???? He’s supposed to be your boyfriend?????

- Okay he didn’t actually forget though he had

- Just that little thing pissed you off so much that you were set in a terrible mood for the rest of the school day.

- People were scared to approach you. Literally.

- You worked aggressively fast in class, snapped at people that questioned you, ignored Tsukki all day.

- But then the end of school came.

- You weren’t expecting anything anymore, but like Tsukishima was your boyfriend and at this point you were just like whatever let me go home and get over it I don’t even care anymore.

- So you waited at the gates for him.

- “(Y/n), come with me.”

- You didn’t even have the mental energy to argue so you just went with him.

- He drags you to the gym right and along the way you’re just like where am I going eh whatever it’s fine.

- Once you’re in the gym, he pulled out a box thing from the storage cupboard.

- “What’s this?”

- “Open it.”

- So you open it right and BOOM!

- A pair of headphones along with a dual adapter.

- “You really thought I would forget? Happy birthday, idiot. I really thought you were mad at me, don’t do that:((“

- “Awww tsukki, thank you! I was annoyed but I didn’t know you remembered-”

- And then the entire volleyball team pounced onto you.

- Birthday party in the gym that then moved to Sugawara’s house.

🍮Kenma Kozume🍮

- Awww he was so subtle about it because baby boy was shy🥺

- But the entire day he was extra soft with you.

- He stayed with you throughout the school day, and didn’t even play his games.

- This day was about YOU, and he was gonna give you all the affection in the world.

- He picked you up from your home in the morning and walked you to the train station.

- Then at school he let you hold his hand out of his pocket for once-

- Brought you extra snacks during breaks.

- Got you banana milk during lunch.

- And at the end of the school day, you were already very content and happy.

- BUT he wasn’t done.

- After school, he dragged Kuroo with him and brought you to a cat cafe because cats.

- And there, turns out he booked an appointment and made a goodie bag of sorts full of cat themed products.

- Your heart COMBUSTED.

- Kuroo was just beaming like an idiot like that’s it that’s my best friend😌✨

- “I know it’s not much, but happy birthday beb.”

- “Not much? NOT MUCH? ARE YOU KIDDING ME? THIS IS MORE THAN ENOUGH! THANK YOU BEBS I LOVE YOU MORE THAN I LOVE TOM NOOK ON MY ISLAND🥰🥰”

- Kuroo doesn’t speak gamer he has no idea what’s happening but he doesn’t matter for now.

- You brought Kenma over to yours and cuddled in matching cat hoodies and fluffy socks for the rest of the night.

- Best birthday ever.

🍙Miya Osamu🍙

- Tbh almost everyone in this list was subtle about it but he was bolder than the others.

- First thing he did was he texted you at like midnight just to say happy birthday.

- And also posted a 20 page story on how much he treasures you and how he wishes you had the best birthday.

- Okay maybe making you feel loved wasn’t the only reason why he did all that.

- I mean obviously he wanted to make you happy and all since it was your special day.

- But this special day was also the perfect outlet to piss his twin off.

- Atsumu’s single rat ass could NEVER.

- Anyways when you got to school he had already prepared everything on your desk.

- The bag on your table was filled with memo sticks, pretty pens, a cute notebook, and those little Haribo gummy bears he knows you love.

- In there, was a card from him.

- “Happy birthday (Y/n). I hope you like what I got you and have an amazing day. -Osamu<3”

- Finished with a cute little onigiri drawing.

- Lol your classmates were so jealous-

- They were just staring at you enviously.

- At lunch, you were about to go get something from the canteen, when Osamu shoves a handkerchief wrapped bento box into your hands.

- “What is this?”

- “I woke up this morning to make these, have them for lunch instead of shitty canteen food.”

- You unwrapped the bento to see four onigiri balls.

- “Aww thank you Samu!”

- “I filled them with Karaage chicken and mayo, just how you like it.”

- More jealous looks your way because of the bento.

- “Oi Osamu, why don’t you do this for my birthday?”

- “Because you’re a rat Atsumu, fuck off.”

- Yep, the daily shenanigans of the Miya twins.

🦠Sakusa Kiyoomi🦠

- Nothing

- This man just gives you a bunch of masks and a bottle of clorox for your birthday that’s it.

- “Happy birthday, I hope you like what I got you.”

I hope you liked these!! Lol idk all of them seem v subtle about it but eh true to the character ig

[teenwolffanclub-me]

Season 2, Episode 3: Ice Pick

Pairing: Stiles x Psychic!Reader

Notes: okay we finally have some ✨relationship development✨ and I hope you’re as excited as I am :-)

Tag list: @that-winged-rat @trustfundparker @rainbow-unicorn69 @good-vibes-and-glitter​ @x-give-em-hell-kid-x​ @prevostsasha​  @bobo-bush

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“I’m telling you, it was like a-a big...lizard or something.”

I blinked slowly, trying to comprehend the words she was saying through the buzzing of the cafeteria. Allison’s eyes widened, as if only then realizing how crazy that sounded. She quickly diverted her attention to Scott, who sat beside her, and bumped her shoulder into his.

He cleared his throat, glancing around the table and squirming nervously in his chair. “Yeah, it was weird. I didn’t get a good look at it...”

“Well, what did you see?” Stiles huffed, shifting forward in his seat to lean over the table as if that would help him hear better.

The two of them had spent almost the entire lunch period trying to explain something they encountered in Isaac’s house the other night. They honestly weren’t making much sense, but they both seemed utterly freaked out, which wasn’t helping to calm my nerves.

“I-I don’t know.” Scott shook his head with a troubled furrow of his brows. “It was fast. Really fast. It walked on the ceiling, and it was...hissing at us.”

“So there’s yet another supernatural monster in Beacon Hills. Awesome.” I slouched back into my seat, a feeling of defeat washing over me. We’d barely just come out of our troubles with Peter and Kate. The last thing we needed was a new threat to deal with already. 

“I’m not sure it’s bad, though. It just ran away when I got upstairs.” Scott tried to reason, his overactive conscience striking again. He always tried to see the good in everyone. Even a lizard monster, apparently.

“Yeah right.” Allison scoffed, picking at the food she had yet to start eating. “Who knows what it would’ve done to me if you hadn’t stepped in.”

“Okay. First, we need to start by...” Stiles voice slowly trailed off as his attention locked onto something across the cafeteria.

His jaw went slack, his eyes widening in wonder. A frown pulled at my lips as I let my gaze sweep toward whatever had him so transfixed. Scott and Allison turned around in their seats to see for themselves as the entire room went silent.

There was a girl, only vaguely familiar, strutting confidently into the room. I quirked an eyebrow curiously as everyone craned their necks to watch her slow entrance. My eyes shifted to Scott, an amused chuckle bubbling in my chest as I saw that he had the same awestruck expression on his face. 

“Is that Erica?” Allison’s voice rose in surprise as she spun back around to face me, her eyes wide. 

“Didn’t she have a seizure in the middle of your gym class yesterday?” I recognized the name from this week’s rumor mill. With a closer look, I could tell that it was, in fact, Erica. Scott whipped around to glare at me and my brows rose in question. “What? It’s not like she can hear me.”

“I’m not too sure about that...” He muttered, his gaze sweeping back toward her as she grabbed an apple off a random guy’s tray and took a bite. 

She’d had a complete transformation overnight. The grey, sickly quality to her skin was gone, replaced by a healthy glow. Her dark circles had vanished and she walked with a self-assurance I’d never seen in her before. She usually did her best to remain unseen, ducking through the halls with her head down. Now, she was parading with an almost arrogant smirk on her face. 

“She’s with Derek now, isn’t she? Like Isaac?” Allison’s lips pulled into a frown as she easily put the pieces together. It was the only explanation for her extraordinary overnight changes. He must’ve turned her. 

Scott glanced at the tray of food in front of him, swallowing thickly as he avoided her prying gaze. I glanced toward Stiles, who just looked back at me with a sheepish shrug. 

“You can’t get caught in the middle of this.” Allison continued, her voice a quiet plea. “Don’t you feel what’s happening? My grandfather coming here? Derek turning Erica and Isaac? It-it’s like battle lines are being drawn.”

I chewed on my bottom lip as my eyes flickered between them. She was one hundred percent right, and it was terrifying. It was almost impossible to predict what her family was up to, since they don’t tell her anything and my visions are completely worthless. The one glaringly obvious thing, though, was that something big was coming. 

“I know.” Scott sighed, finally catching her gaze with a worried expression of his own. 

“There’s always crossfire...” Her eyes glistened as she looked up at him, silently pleading with him to take a step back. 

His jaw ticked a few times, his brows pinching as he looked down to the table again. “What am I supposed to do? I can’t just stand by. I can’t pretend to be normal.”

My lips pulled into a frown, unsure why he felt the need to interfere with every supernatural problem in Beacon Hills. For some reason, he felt personally responsible for making sure that nothing catastrophic happens around here. There were so many other people better equipped for the job. The Argents, who’ve trained for centuries to hunt anything that “hunts them” and Derek, who’s been a werewolf since birth, to name a few. 

“I don’t want you to be normal.” Allison huffed, seemingly offended that he’d assume that’s what she meant. 

She stood abruptly, taking her still full tray with her. She made it a single step before turning back with a sigh. Her eyes met Scott’s, wide and shining with so many intense emotions. It was clear that she was scared, and nervous, and even a little angry. She left just a few parting words before spinning on her heel and stalking away from us. 

“I want you to be alive.”

                                                        ———————

I let out a tired sigh, adjusting the strap of my bag on my shoulder as I walked down the hall. It was just after the dismissal bell, and I still needed to grab my chemistry book from my locker.

I’d nearly made it all the way outside, where Stiles was waiting to drive everyone to an ice skating rink—which he apparently got the keys to by paying off our classmate, Boyd, who works there—before realizing I’d forgotten it. The date had been Scott’s idea, because, and I quote, we all spend way too much time on supernatural bullshit and haven’t done anything fun in forever.

The halls were mostly empty, since the rational portion of my classmates always book it out of here the second the bell rings. All was normal until I passed by one of the janitors closets and the door sprang open unexpectedly. I staggered back in alarm, my entire body stiffening as a hand jutted out and clasped around my bicep. 

I was swiftly hauled inside, the door slamming the second I passed through the threshold. My breath caught in my throat as I jerked my arm free and scrambled away from whoever had grabbed me. I winced as my back rammed into a wooden shelf, my chest tightening with anxiety as I glanced around the dimly lit room quickly. 

A moment later, I sighed out a long breath of relief as my eyes focused on my attacker standing a few feet away. “Fuck, Stiles. What the hell are you doing?” I gasped out, putting a hand on my chest as I tried to catch my breath.

His lips twitched into a sheepish smile, one of his eyes squinting shut as he scratched at the side of his head. “Sorry. I wasn’t trying to scare you.”

“What were you trying to do?” Of all the ways he could’ve gotten my attention, that was the most unnecessary. I crossed my arms as my heartrate slowly dropped back to normal. 

His gave me a small smile as he took a couple slow steps forward, coming to a stop once there were only a few inches left between us. One of his hands came up to push a stray clump of hair behind my ear, his honey eyes dancing around my face quickly. 

“I haven’t had a minute alone with my girlfriend in days.” He murmured lowly, his head dipping down as the hand that was now tangled in my hair guided me toward him. 

Despite being the one to initiate the kiss, he was still hesitant as we inched closer together. Our noses brushed in a feather light touch, his fingers twitching against the back of my head as if he wanted to do more but was afraid to. I leaned up to brush my lips against his just once before pulling back. 

“Well you’ve got me...so now what?” I couldn’t help but grin, my voice a low whisper as I teased him. 

It’d honestly been eating at me all week, so it was reassuring that our time apart had bothered him too. Everyone was so focused on figuring out what the hell Allison and Scott ran into at Isaac’s, that he and I hadn’t had any time to ourselves.

It was way too easy to get sucked into the supernatural world and all of it’s problems. That’s why we were all going ice skating tonight. To try our hand at being normal teenagers for once.

Stiles’ eyes darkened to that warm chocolate color I’d only ever gotten a glimpse of in these more intimate situations. His free hand slid around my waist, his palm resting against the small of my back as he pulled me into his chest. His lips brushed against mine gently and I returned the kiss immediately, leaning up into him and fisting the collar of his flannel to bring him closer. 

He quietly groaned against me when I let my tongue trail across his bottom lip. He let me in right away and our tongues explores each other’s mouths for several long seconds. My hands moved to the sides of his head, a chill rolling through me at prickle of his buzzed hair against my palms. He suddenly turned us around and took a few steps forward, slamming my back into a nearby wall. 

A surprised grunt fell past my lips, and he instantly pulled away. His eyes flickered over my face quickly, wide with alarm. “I’m sorry. Are you okay? I didn’t mean to do it that hard.”

I couldn’t help but giggle at his overreaction and let my arms wind around his neck to keep him close. “It’s okay. I kind of...liked it.”

My skin erupted with heat at my own confession. I’d always secretly enjoyed the small moments he let himself go like this. I didn’t want him to be cautious and gentle all the time. He still acted like he was afraid to break me when we were intimate, and it wasn’t helping me feel any more normal. His eyebrows rose fractionally, giving away the surprise he was trying to contain.

A slow smile pulled at his lips just before he slanted them over mine again. I arched up into him, sighing as a calming tingle washed over my skin. The feeling only intensified as our kiss became more heated, both of us moaning and gripping at each other almost frantically. It was only when my temples suddenly throbbed painfully that I realized something was wrong. 

My brows furrowed as an image flashed in my mind, too quickly to comprehend. I pulled away from Stiles with a gasp, rubbing at my forehead as the pain only increased. 

“What is it? What’s wrong?” His voice rose with worry as he clasped a hand on each of my shoulders to steady me. 

I forced my eyes to stay open, hoping the vision would pass. Instead, I was overcome with the overwhelming urge to get out of the small room. Maybe if I put some distance between us, it would go away. I quickly whipped around and shoved the door open, stumbling out into the now empty hallway. I heard Stiles’ shoes on the tiled floor as he followed me out, and waved a hand in his direction dismissively. 

“I’m fine.” I wheezed out, suddenly finding it hard to breathe. “It’s just...”

I made the mistake of blinking slowly, instantly succumbing to the vision once my eyes were closed again. I was still standing in the hallway, just as before, but Stiles was nowhere to be found. Come to think of it, I wasn’t even in the same hallway. I let my eyes trail over the space as I turned all the way around, finally realizing that I was by the main office. 

I nearly jumped out of my skin at the sight of a man standing in front of the trophy case just down the small flight of stairs behind me. My eyes trailed down his frame slowly, a strange familiarity tugging at the back of my mind as I took in his weathered leather jacket and dirty, bare feet. My heart started racing as a feeling of complete and utter dread washed over me. 

I blinked a few times to clear my vision, jumping again when the man was no longer there. Now, standing in the same exact position, was Lydia. She was unmistakable even from the back, with her strawberry blonde hair, bright blue dress, and high heels that were definitely not school appropriate. When I moved to take a step toward her, I felt myself being pulled back into the present with a jerk.

My eyes popped open and I sat up with a start, one of my hands instantly moving to my chest as I tried to catch my breath. 

“Y/N! Oh my god. What the hell was that?” Stiles’ wide eyes bored into mine from above as he clutched my biceps and shook me gently. 

I sputtered silently for a few seconds as I got my barings, not knowing what to say. My head moved from side to side slowly as I took in my surroundings. I was back in the hallway near my locker, sitting on the floor with Stiles crouched down in front of me. 

“I have to—” I swallowed thickly, my heart still beating erratically. “I have to go find Lydia.”

Stiles huffed in annoyance, giving me a incredulous glower. “Are you kidding me right now? You can’t just pass out in the middle of the hallway and then—what are you doing?”

His wide eyes tracked my movements as I shoved myself up to my feet. Despite looking like he wanted to strangle me for mot staying put, Stiles helped steady me with the hands still wrapped around my arms. 

“Going to find Lydia.” I drawled slowly, seeing as I’d just said that, and brushed his hands away. 

My knees wobbled slightly as I made my way toward the office. I pushed through the nausea brewing in the pit of my stomach that only seemed to grow with each step. Something felt very wrong. I couldn’t place it, I just knew I needed to find Lydia as quickly as possible. 

“Y/N, just slow down for a second.” Stiles’ voice grew hard as he gripped my elbow and forced me to a stop. I sighed, a spark of annoyance igniting in my chest at the delay, and turned to face him. “Whatever the hell just happened back there was totally not okay. I mean you can’t just pass out one second and then run away from me the next and expect—”

“I think I have a good excuse.” I bit out, sounding more harsh than necessary. He pursed his lips, his shoulders stiffening, and I rolled my eyes. “Just trust me?”

After a few long moments of hesitation, he nodded slowly. With that, I turned on my heel and continued on my way, Stiles trailing behind. Less than a minute later, I staggered to a halt at the top of the staircase outside the main office.

My eyes instantly landed on Lydia, standing in the same position I’d seen her in moments ago. A strong sense of deja vu washed over me at the sight. My breathing slowed as I took a tentative step down, nervous that this was all a dream that I’d be waking up harshly from again. 

“Lydia?” My voice was a hesitant whisper as I approached her slowly. I didn’t want to startle her, but she stood impossibly still in front of the trophy case, not even flinching at the sound of her name. 

I came to a stop beside her, my eyes flickering over her profile quickly. After a few seconds of standing there and getting no response, I followed her wide-eyed stare through the glass. My breath hitched as I caught sight of the words that were engraved into one of the trophies closest to us. 

My heart plummeted into my stomach as realization washed over my like a thirty foot tidal wave. There wasn’t much to it. Just two words with captain beneath it. 

It was kind of funny, in a terrible way, that two simple words could make such intense dread fill me to my core. It was a name I’d be more than happy to never see again, but couldn’t seem to escape. 

Peter Hale.

Lydia suddenly breathed out a shaky sigh from beside me, and I let my eyes sweep back to hers. They were wide and bloodshot, filled to the brim with tears as she gave me this terrified, almost vacant look. All I could do was stare back at her, this whole weird situation only confirming my worst fear. 

Peter’s bite had done something to her. She’d been acting different ever since turning up at the edge of the preserve, she was just way too good at hiding it. I was probably the only one that noticed the subtle changes in her, but I knew there had to be something going on beneath the surface. 

Now, we just needed to figure out what.

                                                        ————————

“God, could it be any colder in here?” Lydia muttered, shivering dramatically as she rubbed her hands up and down her arms. 

We’d barely made it two steps into the ice skating rink, and she was already complaining. I guess her little episode at the school hadn’t effected her all that much, and we hadn’t spoken a word of it since. Stiles and I shared a quick glance before he dropped his bookbag from his shoulder and unzipped it to pull out a random long-sleeved shirt. 

“Here.” He offered it to her and she curled her lip as if it were the most disgusting thing she’d ever seen. 

“I’m wearing blue. Orange and blue...not a good combination.” With a dramatic huff, she quickly strutted off toward the bleachers.

Stiles gaped at her back, his jaw falling slack at her words. “But it’s the colors of the Mets...”

Scott clapped a hand on his back reassuringly as he and Allison passed us by, giggling about who knows what. I rolled my eyes as Stiles huffed in offense and shoved the shirt back into his bag. We joined everyone on the stands a moment later, quickly sliding our skates on. 

About thirty minutes later, I stood against the edge of the rink, my hands propped against the wall to keep my balance. All I could do was watch in awe as Lydia skated circles around every last one of us. I was seriously wracking my brain for anything that this girl couldn’t do. She seemed to be great at everything she tried. 

She twirled around too many times to count and came out of it smiling proudly, even raising her eyebrows at me expectantly when she saw that I was staring. She skated away and my attention shifted to Allison as she practically dragged Scott across the ice, moving backward so she could keep him steady by holding his hands. 

I couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight. He’d talked a big game on the way here, saying he’d have no problem ice skating even though he’d never tried it before. The whole werewolf thing was starting to go to his head, apparently. Suddenly, a warm hand closed around mine as Stiles approached me from the side. 

“Come on.” He urged, gently pulling me away from the wall. 

My knees instantly locked up as I lost my grip on the only thing keeping me upright. It’s where I’d spent most of my time since getting onto the ice. I’d only skated a few times before, and I was absolute shit at it each time. Stiles though, in all his spazzy glory, was surprisingly well balanced. 

I let him guide me along, yelping in surprise when he unexpectedly wrapped an arm around my waist and hauled me against him. My hands gripped his shoulders so I wouldn’t go tumbling onto the hard ice as he grinned down at me before planting a quick kiss on my lips. 

A relaxed smile overtook my face as I gazed up at him, completely at ease in his arms. Despite being slightly terrified of getting hurt, this was actually a super fun date. It was nice to let go for a little while and enjoy doing something utterly normal with my friends. There were no monsters, no alphas, and no psycho family members here. Just a bunch of teenagers sneaking into an ice skating rink after hours. 

After Scott flailed to the ice for what must’ve been the thirtieth time, he and Allison disappeared into a photo booth around the other side of the rink. I let Stiles pull me around in big circles, still wanting to be close to the wall just in case he bailed on me. I couldn’t help but grin as his brows furrowed in concentration and his tongue swept across his lips when he gave me pointers. 

He’d been critiquing my form, telling me to bend my knees, keep my feet straight, and so many more random things that were going in one ear and out the other. I wasn’t interested in being perfect, I just wanted to not fall on my ass. After making it all the way around for the first time successfully, I jumped into his arms, proud of myself. 

“Whoa...” He chuckled, nearly falling backward as I wrapped my arms around his neck. 

I closed the distance between us quickly, capturing his lips in a gentle kiss. He instantly tilted his head to deepen the kiss, swiping his tongue along my bottom lip slowly. I eagerly let him in as his arms tightened around me, momentarily forgetting where we were until I heard the unmistakable swoosh of someone falling on the ice. 

I pulled away from Stiles and peered over his shoulder, wincing as I saw Lydia down in a low crouch. I was honestly surprised that she fell at all, considering how well she’d been doing the whole night, but didn’t think much more of it. I moved back to Stiles, who waggled his eyebrows at me with a dopy grin. I couldn’t help but giggle, wrapping my arms around his neck again to pull him back in. 

Just before my eyes fluttered closed, something strange caught my eye. I jerked back, fumbling a little as I moved Stiles to the side so that I could see Lydia fully. There, poking out of the ice just a few inches in front of her, was a single stalk of wolfsbane. It was unmistakable even from this distance, the deep purple leaves contrasting against the stark whiteness of the ice. 

“Oh my God. Are you seeing this?” I breathed, my heart skipping a beat anxiously. 

“Yeah,” Stiles nodded from beside me, one of his arms still around my waist to hold me steady. “She’s definitely not okay.”

My brows furrowed as I watched her lift a hand to brush against the plant gently. Her head cocked to the side as she inspected it closely, her eyes wide with disbelief. 

“No, not that.” I huffed in annoyance, pointing toward the wolfsbane. “That wasn’t there before, right?” 

Stiles instantly stiffened against me. I let my gaze sweep to him slowly, slightly afraid to see his reaction to my words, but his face was unreadable. His eyes were swirling with worry as they peered down into mine. He swallowed thickly and cleared his through before speaking. 

“Y/N, there’s nothing there now...” His voice was delicate, as if he were afraid that speaking any louder would make me dissolve into a complete nervous breakdown. 

My head whipped in her direction once again, my pulse jumping at the sight of her frantically wiping her hand against the ice. Her eyes widened as she peered down into it, her face dropping in terror.

Without warning, she suddenly let out a long, bloodcurdling scream. I winced at the shrill noise, my palms jerking up to cover my ears. When she didn’t stop after a few seconds, I knew I had to do something. 

I broke away from Stiles, who was staring at her as if she’d grown a second head, and shakily made my way toward her. I let myself slide down onto the ice when I was close enough, and wrapped my arms around her shoulders. She thrashed against me, her hands pressed firmly into the ice as she continued screaming. It almost seemed uncontrollable, like she physically couldn’t stop. 

My head jerked upward as I heard quick footsteps approaching. Scott and Allison stood at the edge of the rink, watching the scene unfold, their faces a mix of horror and curiosity. Lydia finally stopped screeching and sagged back against me, her ragged breathing reduced to harsh sobs as tears streamed freely down her face. 

My eyes widened in alarm at the sight. I’d never seen her express such intense emotion before. She always kept that mask of perfection firmly in place, never letting it slip for a second. She hadn’t even been this outwardly upset after wandering around the woods for a week. 

As if that weren’t bad enough, a realization slowly dawned on me as my eyes flickered around the ice. Just as Stiles said, there was nothing there. No wolfsbane. Not even a stray leaf. I sat back on the cool surface, letting out a heavy sigh. The nagging sense of dread that’d been slowly drifting toward the forefront of my mind was ever-present now. 

And I had a feeling it was only going to get worse from here. 

                                                        ———————

I glared down at the textbook in front of me, rubbing at my temples as I tried desperately to focus. I’d been attempting to study for hours now, and it just wasn’t working. Believe it or not, it hadn’t taken long for me and the guys to get further wrapped up in the current supernatural bullshit.

One of our classmates, Boyd, has been missing for several days. It just so happens that Isaac and Erica are equally as M.I.A., and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what happened. Derek was still turning people, and he had a clear pattern. He was picking through the outcasts first, choosing loners who wouldn’t raise much suspicion if they just suddenly stopped coming to school.

What he didn’t count on was coach Finstock alerting the team of Boyd’s absence. After school, Stiles went to his house to check on him, while Scott was on a mission to find Derek. That left me here, all alone in my bedroom struggling to study.

I’d been trying to get ahold of Stiles for the last hour, but he hadn’t answered any of my texts. I didn’t want to be that clingy girlfriend, but I was honestly starting to get pretty worried. If Boyd was caught up in this mess, there could easily be hunters on his trail already. There’s no telling what Derek is up to, either, and that made me incredibly nervous.

Just then, something thumped against my window. I jumped at the unexpected noise, my eyes instantly darting toward it. My shoulders relaxed a moment later as I saw a familiar face, and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. I popped to my feet and walked across my bedroom before sliding the window open.

Scott tumbled to the hardwood floors, rubbing at his forehead with a grimace. “Why is your window closed?”

“It’s forty degrees outside.” I huffed, shoving the glass pane back down as a gust of freezing wind blew inside. “What, am I just supposed to keep it open incase you decide to crawl in?”

He rolled his eyes at me, brushing his clothes off as he quickly scrambled to his feet. I crossed my arms over my chest, quirking a curious brow in his direction.

“Stiles isn’t answering me so I need your help.”

I was about to make a snide comment about being his backup plan, when his words finally sunk all the way in. If neither of us could get ahold of him, something was probably wrong.

“When’s the last time you heard from him?” I pressed, my stomach twisting with worry.

“At school, but we’re gonna have to figure that out later.” He rushed the words out quickly, clearly anxious. “I know where Boyd is.”

“Is that really what’s important right now?” I gaped at him, honestly surprised that he would choose to pursue the Boyd issue when his best friend might be in trouble.

“He’s fine, okay? I need to stop Derek before this gets out of control.” His voice hardened as he grew impatient with my stalling, but I didn’t give a single fuck. I didn’t want to be wrapped up in this supernatural shit anyway.

“You don’t have to do anything, Scott.” I threw my hands up in exasperation. “No one’s expecting you to fix all of Beacon Hills’ problems.”

“Are you gonna help me or not?” He pressed, moving toward my bedroom door expectantly.

I let out a long sigh, not even having to consider my answer. Of course I would help him, because he’s way too strong-willed to see that one of these days he’s going to get himself seriously hurt. I gestured for him to open the door and he gave me a triumphant smile before stepping into the hallway.

About twenty minutes later, we made our way into the ice skating rink cautiously. I guess it made sense that he’d be here if he ran away. Scott wouldn’t tell me how he knew to come here, because he didn’t understand it all that well himself. He said he just knew and that it was a werewolf thing.

It didn’t take long to find him, since he was driving around the ice on a huge zamboni. It was kind of hard to see in the dimly lit rink, but it was definitely Boyd on there.

“Boyd!” Scott called, his voice echoing through the large space.

He didn’t even move an inch, just continuing to stare ahead and ignore us. Scott stepped onto the ice easily and made his way toward him. I followed suit a lot slower, my knees wobbling as I tried to stay upright. My arms flailed at my sides as I slid slowly in their direction.

“I just wanna talk. Hey, come on Boyd, please. Did Derek tell you everything? And I don’t just mean going out of control on the full moons. I mean everything.” Scott tried again, this time earning a visible sigh from our classmate.

He turned his head slowly in our direction, his face completely devoid of any recognizable emotion. “He told me about the hunters.”

“And that’s not enough for you?” I snapped, nearly falling flat on my ass as I shakily came to a stop beside Scott.

“Whatever you want, there’s other ways to get it.” He added, looking up at Boyd earnestly.

I admired the way that he cared for everyone, even if he didn’t know them well. I’d only seen him talk to Boyd a handful of times all year and yet, here he was, going out of his way just to try and change his mind. It was a bit misguided at times, but still admirable.

“I just want to not eat lunch alone every day.” Boyd’s voice dropped sadly, his frustration at being a loner clear. My heart went out to him, it’s hard to make friends in high school, but that doesn’t mean you take a crazy persons offer to turn you into a werewolf.

“If you’re looking for friends, you can do a lot better than Derek.” Scott scoffed, rolling his eyes at the idea of anyone being friends with him.

“That really hurts, Scott.” Both of our heads whipped toward the entrance of the rink at the sound of a deep voice. My eyes flickered over Derek, Isaac, and Erica as they all stood in a line several feet away. It was honestly impressive that the three of them managed to get all the way here undetected. “I mean, if you’re going to review me, at least take a consensus. Erica, hows life been since we met?”

She hummed lowly, a smirk pulling at the corner of her lips as she twirled a strand of long blonde hair around her pointer finger. “In a word...transformative.”

I almost snorted at the accuracy of that word, but my amusement was quickly cut short as she barred her sharpened teeth and growled our way. My eyes widened, shocked at the level of control she already had. It took weeks for Scott to learn how to shift only certain parts of his body, so Derek must be focusing heavily on training them.

That wasn’t a good thing.

“Isaac?” His head cocked to the side arrogantly as he addressed the other beta behind him.

“Well. I’m a little bummed about being a fugitive, but other than that, I’m great.” He tilted his head back nonchalantly, his tone dripping with boredom.

“Wait, hold on.” Scott clenched his jaw and grabbed one of my hands before pulling me behind him. My legs wobbled as I slid across the ice and I gripped his arm for stability. “This isn’t exactly a fair fight.”

“Then go home, Scott.” Derek drawled before jerking his head toward Isaac and Erica.

They both instantly shifted, snarling and growling like wild animals. My heart jumped in my chest and I moved further behind Scott instinctively. I honestly forgot how terrifying newly turned werewolves can be. They had this unhinged energy, like they’d rip a thousand people apart without even batting an eye.

Scott suddenly dropped my hand and gripped my hip instead. I barely had time to glance at him in question before he was forcefully shoving me away from him. I instantly lost my footing at the unexpected move and flailed down onto the ice. Every muscle in my body stiffened as I continued sliding for several feet, only stopping once I slammed against the outer wall of the rink.

All the air rushed from my lungs in a huff at the harsh impact. I blinked a few times to clear my head and shoved my hair out of my eyes just in time to see Scott smash a fist into the ice. My jaw dropped as it easily shattered beneath his fingers. I knew he was strong, but damn was that impressive. It had to be at least a foot thick.

When his head jerked upward a moment later, he was completely shifted into his werewolf form. “I meant fair for them.” His voice was thick and guttural as he forced the words out through a tightly clenched jaw.

He roared loudly, the whole building rattling from the sheer volume of it, as Isaac and Erica came barreling toward him. He easily picked Isaac up by the lapels of his leather jacket and threw him clear across the rink like a ragdoll. I couldn’t help but wince as he hit the plexiglass barrier harshly, but it didn’t faze him in the slightest as he popped right back to his feet.

Erica came at Scott’s back, but he whirled around before she could land a hit, slamming her into the now parked Zamboni that Boyd was still sitting on. Isaac growled before sprinting forward, managing to shove him up against the large vehicle.

He was only caught off guard for a split second, but that was enough time for Isaac to throw him over his shoulder, sending him a few feet in the air. Erica pounced on him the second he hit the ice, wrapping her arms around his neck tightly.

He easily shook her off by slamming her back into the Zamboni, landing a bone-crushing punch to Isaac’s stomach. He lurched forward with a grunt and Scott smashed his elbow down onto his back, making him fall to the ice in a crumpled heap.

I staggered to my feet as both Erica and Isaac laid there for several seconds, motionless. It looked like Scott was quickly losing control of his anger, and I didn’t want him to do something he might regret. Fighting them off was one thing, but situations like this could go south in the blink of an eye if he didn’t reel himself in soon. 

I only made it one shaky step before a hand clasped around my bicep, stopping me in my tracks. My head jerked to the side to see Derek’s disapproving face only inches away. I pulled against him aimlessly, knowing that I wouldn’t be moving an inch as long as he didn’t want me going anywhere. 

“Let go.” I hissed, my eyes narrowing into a harsh glare. 

He quirked a brow, seemingly amused that I’d try and stand up to him. “Yeah, can’t do that.”

At the sound of a pained groan I twisted back toward the fight, just in time to see Scott kick Isaac in the face as he struggled to get to his feet. My eyes widened as he whipped around and threw Erica down onto the ice harshly. 

I tugged at my arm again, needing to stop him before things got even uglier. When Derek’s grip only tightened, I faced him and shoved back against his chest harshly. “He’s going to kill them!”

His eyes swept across the rink before slowing making their way back to me. He lifted one shoulder in a noncommittal shrug and I gaped at him, shocked at his lack of compassion. He didn’t even give a shit that the two people he turned into werewolves were getting their asses handed to them.

“God, is being a huge asshole part of becoming an alpha?” I snapped, finally managing to pull myself free. I staggered back a few steps, not expecting him to actually let me go, nearly falling down in the process. “What are you even trying to do?”

He made no move to respond, his lips twitching up into a slow smirk as his gaze flickered over my shoulder. I slid myself around to see that Scott was standing over Erica and Isaac’s unconscious bodies, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. 

“Don’t you get it?” His voice echoed off the walls as it rose angrily. “He’s not doing this for you. He’s just adding to his own power, okay? It’s all about him. He makes you feel like he’s given you this gift, when all he’s done is turn you into a bunch of guard dogs!”

He suddenly slammed a hand down onto Isaac’s back and slid him across the ice toward us. He stopped right at Derek’s feet, just before Scott did the same Erica. He rose to his full height slowly, narrowing his eyes into a hard glare. 

“It’s true. It is about power.” Derek stalked forward slowly, jerking his hand down to his side to reveal his sharpened claws. 

His head snapped in all directions as he transformed, his eyes flashing bright red as he stopped only a foot away from Scott and snarled. Without warning, he headbutted him harshly, sending him stumbling back a step. He took the opportunity to slash his claws against Scott’s stomach and I gasped, instantly covering my mouth to stifle the sound. 

My heart lurched in my chest, panic surging through me as Derek landed blow after incapacitating blow. Scott was too weakened by the fight with Isaac and Erica to do anything about it, which I now could see was what Derek wanted the whole time.

A painful realization washed over me just then, as Scott fell to his knees. All I could do was watch as one of my best friends was beaten to a pulp right in front of me. I was utterly useless. Not only did I not have any heightened senses or reflexes, but I wouldn’t even know how to use a weapon if I had one. 

Within seconds Scott was laying flat on the ice, clutching at Derek’s leg as it crushed his airway. He coughed and sputtered as Derek finally moved off of him a second later, not even gracing him with any parting words before walking away as if nothing had happened. I instantly started sprinting as best I could, falling onto my knees at Scott’s side a moment later. 

My eyes widened as I took in his battered state. Blood was spilling from the sides of his mouth, and the gashes in his stomach were clearly visible through the tears in his shirt. I didn’t know how fast his healing was supposed to work, but it didn’t look like it was getting better at all.

I saw movement in my peripheral and turned to see Boyd walking toward us cautiously. 

“Don’t.” Scott coughed out another few drops of blood and tried to sit up, only stopping once I put a firm hand on his chest. He wasn’t in any kind of shape to be moving at all. “You don’t want to be like them.”

“You’re right.” Boyd nodded, slowly lifting his shirt to reveal an almost completely healed bite mark above his hip. My stomach twisted anxiously at the sight. We were too late and this dumb fighting was all for nothing. “I wanna be like you.”

With that, he turned to join the others as they made their way toward the exit. My head jerked back to Scott as he let out a series of pained grunts. His eyes caught mine, shining with worry, as his head fell back against the ice. I could only assume we were both thinking the same thing. 

We were so beyond screwed. 

Episode 2

[yikesharringrove]

Toy Box, part 3

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Steve was standing in front of Robin's front door, hitting his head against it.

He still had his hood tied around his face.

She raised one eyebrow when she opened the door.

“Were you slamming your noggin against this?”

“I wanted to see if it was enough to kill me.” She rolled her eyes at him, but ushered him inside.

Robin had gotten a single room. Set up like a cramped studio apartment.

Steve had thought about a single room, but Steve living by himself equals Steve forgetting to eat, clean up, and shower until Robin yells at him.

So that was a no.

“What now?”

“I ran into Hot Billy on my way here. Like, literally ran into him. Nearly fell over. Would have if he didn’t catch me. And then he was all, you forgot something, and one of my dildos, one of my never see the light of day, never tell anyone I even own it dildos, is sitting on the coffee table. Meaning he picked it up and put it there.”

“Wow. Fearless.”

“Like, I keep them very clean. Disinfected after each use, that kinda energy, so it’s fine, but also, he doesn’t know that. So he did that, and is all you don’t have to be embarrassed and I was like, uh yes I do. This is the worst thing that’s ever happened to me. And then he’s like actually, I’m pretty impressed. Which, I mean, yeah. That thing took me weeks to train up to-hey can I have some?” Robin was standing in front of her kitchen counter, pouring herself a glass of pink wine.

She pulled out a reusable drink cup. Adult sippy cups, she called them. Made Steve drink his alcohol from one. Said he was prone to spillage.

“So, anyway. Yes, it is impressive. And it’s not even my biggest one.”

“Sorry, does this story, have a point.”

“The point, Robin, is that I’m renting a large vehicle and will pay you a hundred dollars to run me over with it.”

“You’re being, a lot right now.”

“Rob, I’m so fucking embarrassed.”

“You know that he’s flirting with you, right?” Steve floundered for a moment, his mouth hanging open around the hard plastic straw.

“No.”

“Totally. With all the you don’t have to be embarrassed and the whole it’s impressive thing. He wants in your pants.”

“No, he’s not, he’s not.” Steve sucked furiously at the straw, his brows drawn. His hood still up.

“He’s not what?”

“Queer. He’s like, the gymiest gym rat. Not a single leg day skipped.”

“How very heteronormative of you.” Steve groaned loudly.

“You know what I mean. The guy just, he’s straight.”

“Straight guys don’t go around fondling other guys’ asshole fodder. And then saying they’re impressed with the size. They’d be more, dude, you’re giant rubber dick is over there and also scary.”

“Yeah, I wish it was one of the dick ones.” Robin’s face slowly crumpled into something disgusted. “It was a big ol’ tentacle. It’s blue. There’s suction cups. It’s a good time.” Robin stood up from the couch, staring at the wall opposite. She took a deep breath, and sat back down.

“Sorry, I was just astral projecting to an alternate dimension where I didn’t know you owned and used that.” Steve just shrugged at her.

He had slammed his sippy cup of wine, was already feeling a little buzzed.

“Whatever. Just help me get drunk enough I don’t remember what happened.”

-

Steve stumbled into the door frame on his way back into his apartment.

It was well past midnight, and Steve was drunk. He laughed silently while trying to toe off his shoes.

A light clicked on in the sitting room.

Billy looked rumbled, a book face down on the coffee table. He smiled softly at Steve.

“Hey,” Steve whisper screamed.

“Hi, there.” Billy was looking blearily at Steve, wearing this little half smile. “Glad to see you didn’t walk directly into the ocean.”

“Nah. I just got very drunk with my girl friend. Her name is Robin.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah.”

“I, uh, didn’t know you had a girlfriend.” Billy was looking at him oddly. Steve was too drunk to decipher what his face meant.

“Oh, I call her my girl friend like how, how white suburban moms say girl friend. Robin hates when I do it.”

“So you’re not, like, together?” Steve snorted.

“Robin’s big gay.” And Billy was back to smile.

“Me too. Lots of gay.”

“I’m all of it.” Billy raised an eyebrow. “I like all of it.” Billy nodded at him slowly. “And I especially like going to sleep.”

“Yeah, go on little drunky.” Steve finger gunned at Billy, making his way to his room.

“Sleep tight!”

“Goodnight, Stevie.”

[shorkbrian]

Syndicate

Prelude: Hey pals! Sorry for not posting, usual excuse of “I saw pictures of myself and got very depressed lolololol”  I have some spicy HC ideas for some of my requests, so I will be getting to those! Thank you for being so patient y’all, love u and if you have a doggo pet them for me.

Pairing: Kiribaku X Reader

Prompt:  I was watching “Mission Impossible: Fallout” and there’s that one fighting scene where Hunt and Walker are beating up that dude in the bathroom and inspiration STRUCK. Cause like oof, how hot would it be for the darling to be fighting against the two of them and they just tag-team beating you up??? Bruh. 

Warnings: Needles, mentions of an aphrodisiac. Fighting, blood, gunshot wounds. Mention of a headshot and brief sentence about what that might entail. Stalking. Alludes to NSFW but there is no actual smut.

Music: https://youtu.be/wyUaurKZEN4

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Your mission was clear. Pick up the hard-drive from your contact, lay low for a few months until the Syndicate stopped looking for it, then transport it out of the country. 

The first step was easy - picking it up from your contact. Well, easy enough. Something had gone wrong, either someone had talked or the Syndicate was more watchful than you thought, and your contact had been killed right as he was handing over the drive. You had to flee, his blood and brain matter still dripping off your face. Whoever had shot him had gotten a bullet in you too, in your left shoulder. It had made moving excruciating, but you were built for running and hiding, hired for how good you were at sneaking yourself out of tough situations.

You had spent the next few weeks double-checking everything. You couldn’t afford any mistakes,  looking over your shoulder whenever you left the dingy safehouse-apartment to get groceries, paying for everything with cash to leave no digital trail.  You took a walk across town with the intent of chucking your phone in a dumpster, paranoid that somehow the syndicate had somehow tracked you, that you were responsible for the death of your contact. Every night your blinds were taped shut, your door locked and a chair placed under the handle. It was hard for you to relax, to sleep instead of watching the door, knife ready.

How you wished you had a gun, but you were barely more than a street rat. A woman had simply come up to you one day, promising you plentiful payment if you just followed a few simple, easy instructions. They would even supply a safehouse, and how you wished they would’ve also supplied a gun.

Gradually you allowed yourself to ease up, to sleep at night. There were more walks, you went out to eat, you even joined a local gym to keep yourself in shape while you waited out the next few months. Instead of ignoring your friendly neighbors, you allowed yourself to return their friendly greetings. By doing so, you learned that the pair of men living to your left went to the same gym. Sometimes you saw them there, familiar shocks of blonde and red hair catching your attention.

At first you had been suspicious, suddenly fearful that the two men were watching you, maybe they were part of the Syndicate? But you quickly brushed that aside, reasoning to yourself that too much time had passed since you grabbed the drive - plus, you had seen the pair kissing in the hallway right outside their door when you had come back from a walk the other day. They didn’t notice you until you were turning your key in the lock, and the noise made the blonde shove the redhead back, scowling and muttering as he did so. The redhead just chuckled and shrugged at you apologetically. If they were part of the Syndicate, they would have noticed your presence the moment you stepped off the elevator.

Plus, you had similar suspicions about a worker at the grocery store who always seemed to be working whenever you went, even though you tried to choose odd hours. And you were wary of the gym attendant, how he always seemed to be eyeing you whenever you were there. You had to be careful, had to watch everyone. Every time your shoulder twinged you were reminded that no matter how safe you seemed, you could always be wrong.

——

A knock at the door had you scrambling for the remote, pausing the show you were barely paying attention to. Another knock sounded as you dragged your body off the couch, tired and half-asleep. Whoever was knocking better have a good reason for bothering you, eyes finding the clock to confirm that it was as late as you thought.

Not bothering to check through the peep-hole, you swung open the door to find your two neighbors, the redhead’s fist raised to knock again.

“Oh, hey guys. Need something?”

The two men were both dressed in casual clothes - basketball shorts and t-shirts. They probably just wanted to ask if you could turn down your show or something, you hadn’t been paying attention to the volume.

The redhead lowered his hand, a sheepish smile coming across his face.

“Heyyyy, (Y/N), right? Do you have any uhm, oats?”

You blinked at him, then at his scowling partner.

“Oats?”

“Oats.” 

The redhead nodded, before he realized how it must sound, and he rushed to explain. “It’s just! Bakugou here-“ he gestured to the blonde at his side, “He was making some cookies, and apparently we don’t have any oats. Could we maybe… borrow some?”

You laughed, before holding the door open, motioning for the pair to come in. “Yeah, no problem!” You shut the door after they stepped instead, then led them to the kitchen. “Honestly though, you don’t really seem like the baking type.”

You glanced at the blonde, only to find him already staring at you. Odd. He shook his head with a “tsk”.

“Yeah, well I am. Got a problem with that?”

You held up your hands innocently before reaching into a cupboard to find the container of oats. “No, of course not! It’s like in that movie with the rat, yanno? “Everyone can cook!””

Both men turned to look at you, and you mentally facepalmed. God, why were you so awkward? Sure, you were capable of stealing and hiding an important hard-drive, but you couldn’t hold a normal conversation with your two (attractive) neighbors. You tried to laugh it off, hoping the men weren’t writing you off as a socially-awkward loser. The blonde man, Bakugou, turned to scan your apartment, so you held the container of oats towards the redhead.

“Here…. There isn’t much left but you guys can have it.” The redhead smiled at you gratefully. “By the way, what’s your name? I’m assuming he’s Bakugou?”

You nodded at the blonde, who moved towards your living room. Was he going to go sit down? Maybe he was curious about what you were watching?

“Oh, I’m Kirishima! And yeah, he’s Bakugou. Thanks (Y/N).”

You don’t remember giving them your name, but it wouldn’t be that hard to figure out. Kirishima made no move to take the container from your hand, and you noticed him tensing up? You could see Bakugou from the corner of your eye, seemingly looking for something in your living room, inspecting the packed bookshelf by the couch. This seemed….. off.

“Hey uh, Kirishima?” You turned back to the redhead (who still hadn’t taken the oats, geez) “You didn’t both have to ask, I would’ve given either one of you the oats.”

“Oh! Yeah, Bakugou’s a little harsh and sometimes he needs help being civil so-“

A crash interrupted the redhead, and you whipped around, only to see all of your books on the ground, Bakugou shaking out the bookcase.

Before you could react, an arm wrapped around your waist, a hand coming into your vision, a long ziptie clenched in the fingers as they moved towards your hands. 

This wasn’t good.

You threw your head back, simultaneously kicking behind you, both movements making contact with Kirishima’s body, dislodging his hold on you. You turned as he let go, the container of oats flying out of your hand, straight into the man’s face. It burst open, contents flying everywhere as you used the distraction to throw a quick jab to Kirishima’s throat. He choked, stumbling backwards before you kicked him squarely in the stomach, sending him to the ground. 

You were still focused on him, advancing on his form as he tried to stagger up when a large hand gripped the side of your head. In a flurry of movement, you were pitching sideways, the hand forcing your head to bounce off your kitchen counter.

Fuck, you had forgotten about Bakugou.

A sharp, throbbing pain followed you as you collapsed to the ground, dark spots dancing in your vision. This wasn’t good. You were dazed, disoriented as Bakugou stepped over you, moving to check on his partner. You were proficient in hand-to-hand, but your skills were more suited in running and hiding, evading. There was no way you could take on two athletic men. 

You should’ve listened to your gut, followed the instinct that the two men were somehow bad news. Bakugou helped Kirishima to his feet, and you saw their lips moving. Your head ached. You struggled to get your feet underneath you, hands gripping the counter as you tried to haul yourself up. 

You had to run.

If they found the hard-drive, bad things would happen. You needed to run, to get away.

The two men turned towards you, Bakugou taking something out of his pocket, Kirishima rubbing at his throat. You weren’t even on your feet yet, still scrabbling against the counter for support when you saw what Bakugou had.

A syringe.

You collapsed onto the ground again, kicking your legs as you tried to drag yourself backwards, black dots still dancing around your vision. They were going to kill you.

Kirishima stepped behind you, an arm wrapping around your chest to pull you to a sitting position. You tried to push him off, bite his hand, anything, but you were too woozy.

Bakugou stepped over you, crouching down with syringe in hand. He flashed his teeth at you, eyebrows drawn as he leaned in. 

“No, no no no no-“

There was nothing you could do as he jabbed it in your neck.

——

Waking up was confusing. There was no pain, just a sense of calm as you groggily opened your eyes, consciousness returning to you.

The room you were in was relatively bare. Nothing surrounded you but grey walls, and the only furniture was the table you were chained to, and the chair you were seated on. 

You sat there, blinking down at the chain trapping you to the desk, slowly filtering through what you remembered last, trying to piece together where you were, what had happened. You didn’t like what you were able to recall.

Head buried between your hands, you wanted to hit something. You had failed at keeping the hard-drive safe, failed at your mission. You had slipped up, gotten too relaxed. Fuck.

You could only hope that you had hidden the drive well enough.

The door in the room slammed open, making you jump, chain rattling. Bakugou smirked at you from the doorway, before sauntering in, Kirishima following.  The two looked totally different, both in pressed suits, Kirishima’s red hair spiked up. They both had dark, satisfied looks on their faces. You wanted to punch them. There were apparently chairs on the other side of the table, the pair sitting down across from you, Bakugou crossing his arms over his chest.

“I’ll kill you.” 

Voice quiet, you could barely contain your rage. You wanted the both of them gone, wanted to hit until your knuckles were bloody, until their bodies stopped moving. And you weren’t even that type of agent. 

Bakugou snorted, before leaning forward. “Yeah? And how’d that go for you back in that shitty little apartment? You’re so fucking weak.”

You fumed, jaw clenching as you glared at the man. If you could, you would bite into his neck, tear out his jugular and make him bleed.  What he was saying was true, but you were willing to try and prove yourself. 

“Hey, lets all get along here.” Your focus snapped to Kirishima, who seemed… different. When you had seen him before, he was all smiles, goofy and floppy, like a big puppy. Now he was calm, held an air of dangerous confidence. Somehow he scared you more than his feral companion.  “(Y/N), you’re going to cooperate with us. If you don’t, we have methods that would be more than enjoyable for Bakugou and I, but you would find far less than pleasant. Now-“

“I’m not telling you anything.” You snapped, causing Kirishima to raise an eyebrow.

“I don’t need you to tell us anything. We already found the hard-drive. Where was it, Bakugou? In the bathroom, right?”

Your blood ran cold.

“It was in the fucking floor. Under the tile and packed into a brick. A goddamn hollowed-out brick.”  Bakugou clarified, confirming your fears.

They had found it.

“H-How??” You spluttered, face turning red. You almost felt like crying. You had failed, horribly.

“It’s not that hard to figure out where tile’s been replaced, (Y/N). Pro tip; never become a home renovator.” 

Kirishima chuckled at his jab, watching your face twist further. You could tell they were enjoying this. If they already had the hard drive, what were you still doing alive? 

“What do you want then? I don’t have anything other than that drive. You want information? I don’t even know who hired me to safeguard it. You’re out of luck, you stupid fucks.”

Bakugou leaned forward suddenly, slamming his hands down on the table and making you flinch back.

“Do you even know how fucking /worthless/ you are to the Syndicate? They could get more use out of a flat tire than they could get out of you. Sure, you’re good at hiding and running and all that shit, but obviously not that good. Kiri and I found you a week after you got the drive.”

Oh god. You wanted to cry. Bakugou noticed, a sick smile spreading across his face.

“Yeah, you were a fuckin’ mess. Found you cause you got shot, left a bunch of blood at the scene. Then we get word of some idiot running through town flickin’ blood everywhere. Wasn’t that hard to put two-and-two together. I bet you’re a goddamn newbie, aren’t you?” 

You glared at him. How could he tell? You were just trying to make money, this your first ‘real’ job after spending almost your entire life living on the streets. Kirishima nudged Bakugou as you started sniffing, trying your hardest not to cry in front of the two men.

“What Bakugou’s trying to say, is that the Syndicate doesn’t need anything from you. Bakugou and I however, do. You could say we got sort of…. attached, after watching you for so long.”

“I’m surprised you never even noticed that we bugged your shitty apartment. Seriously, how did you miss all the fucking cameras? Not that I’m complaining; just cements the fact that you’re so fuckin’ inexperienced.”

You were desperately trying to rationalize this to yourself, eyes darting back and forth between the two men. You were ready for them to yell “surprise!!” And bring out the torture tools. They couldn’t be serious. They had been watching you? They had you on camera??  Kirishima cleared his throat, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“We were gonna wait until you pulled the drive out of it’s hiding place. You never did, the higher-ups got antsy and ordered us to move. That’s why we came looking for it the other night….. sorry about that.”

“Wish we would’ve gotten more time on the cameras.” Bakugou scoffed quietly, looking up as you trembled under the onslaught of information. “You put on quite a few shows, fucking enjoyed those.”

Would it be possible for you to somehow disappear? Yes, you had masturbated a few times, but you were a young, healthy individual, with needs! As far as you had known, you were in the safety of your apartment, away from prying eyes. You didn’t know you were being watched!!

You blushed in embarrassment, beginning to shake harder. You didn’t like where this was going, what the two men seemed to be implying. Kirishima laid a syringe on the table, letting it clack gently against the metal as he met your eyes.

“(Y/N), you can either do what we say, or I’ll have to inject you with this. I want you to-“

“What’s in there?” You nodded towards the syringe, noting Kirishima’s big, meaty hands wrapped around it, ready to rush over the table and shove it in your neck.

Bakugou barked out a laugh before Kirishima could respond, leveling you with a dark look. “It’s an aphrodisiac. It’ll turn you into a little horny mess, and the only hard part of getting you home will be making sure you don’t try to jump Kiri or I before we can get you in the car.” He sniggered, much to your horror.

Kirishima sighed, even though you could tell he wanted that to happen. His fingers were tapping against the syringe impatiently, his body shifting subtly; he almost looked like he was holding back from jumping you himself. You gulped. You felt so cold, goosebumps rising along your flesh as you shivered. Was it because the room was cold, or because of fear? You couldn’t tell. Kiri stood up, producing a key from his pocket as he stepped towards you. He leaned down to unlock the chain strapping your hands to the table, before straightening, looking down at you threateningly.

“You be nice and good while we walk you out, otherwise Bakugou and I get to have our fun right here in the halls, where everyone can see.”

You felt trapped. There was nothing for you to do but nod.

[amphii-writes]

Random Haikyuu Head Canons I Have

these are all taken from my discord server cause i remember to write them there, if you want to request fanfics, my requests are W I D E open! there is also nO order! these are just all the headcanons i could find tbh

warnings: mentions of blood, and just overall wild times, swearing

Asahi loves knitting sweaters because his shoulders are broad and he also loves seeing the reactions from his teammates when they get a sweater from him! He says he buys them but he doesn’t

Aone likes knitting socks because he has big feet and he loves fluffy knee high socks but his team will never know

Asahi and Aone regularly hang out and knit together! (after asahi wasnt scared of him anyways)

Nishinoya gives you shiny rocks he finds because “your eyes shine like them!”

Yamaguchi likes to have your head rest on his chest while cuddling!

Aone likes to bake

Aone dressed like a polar bear because koganegawa told him to- halloween was amazing

daICHI HAS A KISS THE COOK APRON

Daichi secretly can make some kick ass steak and is amazing at grilling sorry

Okay but real talk, Kenma and Yaku swear like sailors and it scares everyone because they always whisper the most foul, insulting things under their breath. Hearing it is like seeing a cryptid

Speaking of cryptids, Fukunaga and Shibayama are THE most true crime, mythology, and mystery obsessed fanatics on the team and often fanboy about it together 

Fukunaga’s obsession with moth man has gotten to an unhealthy stage

Kenma absolutely had a vampire phase and has read twilight. Only Kuroo knows and has sworn to secrecy via blood pact

Kuroo’s a musical nerd. Knows all of the lyrics to Hamilton, BMC, DEH, Heathers, Rent, Beetlejuice, Etc. Kenma considered dropping him because of it

Iwaizumi tells the worst dad jokes and Kyotani, wanting to beat him, started doing it too and it drives everyone insane

Yahaba and Matsukawa get along surprisingly well. Both are true crime freaks and bond over their forensic files obsessions

Matsukawa didn’t really like his thick eyebrows so he got one of his female friends to pluck it for him, but almost cried and gave up after the first hair. Oikawa called him a pussy for the next year

Hanamaki jokingly flirts with everyone on the team so most of them just got used to it, but it still confuses Kindaichi to the point of mental breakdown

Makki called Kyotani ‘puppy’ as a joke once and now mad dog is truly terrified of him

Kyotani’s dog absolutely ADORES Oikawa and it’s the funniest shit to the rest of the team

Mattsun and Makki play DnD and once convinced Yahaba and Kyotani to join. Kyotani kept rolling to fight everyone and Yahaba was a bard that kept rolling to seduce everyone. They kept yelling across the board so they had to kick them out

Outside of his school uniform, Goshiki specifically wears only plaid

Tendou makes little chocolates for the whole team every once in a while so they don’t think he’s scary

Semi and Shirabu once had a fistfight in an abandoned McDonald’s parking lot while Tendou filmed and Goshiki cheered them on

Everybody makes fun of Shirabu’s haircut but nobody dares to say it to his face. its gotten to the point where they say he got it done by a blind old lady

There’s a running joke about Shirabu also getting his haircut from prison but Goshiki is starting to suspect that it may not be a joke

Yamagata and Tendou are good friends with the mutual goal of collecting as much blackmail on their team as possible

Tendou loves animals generally considered to be ‘ugly’ like rats, crows, reptiles, etc.

80% of Goshiki’s playlist is shit overplayed on the radio. Him, Shirabu, Tendou, Kawanishi and Ushijima have a permanent ban from the aux cord

Nobody watches YouTube with Ushijima because he never skips the damn ads (other than tendou)

Suna once said y’all’dn’t’ve unironically and made a first year cry

Akagi once said UwU unironically and had an identity crisis.

Osamu has one of those rainbow gaming keyboards and is constantly on a discord call. Atsumu always yells weird shit in the background to embarrass him and once pretended to be him

During Seijoh group chat arguments. Hanamaki and Mattsukawa like to drop facebook minion memes in just to piss everyone off even more

mattsun and maki both have separate photo albums in their phones labelled ‘minion memes to piss everyone off’

Hinata carries a pocket knife and no one has no fucking idea why

mattsun and maki both have matching rat fursuits that look like they actually where in a sewer- they chased oikawa around

For all his talk of plant analogies and metaphors, Ushijima cant grow shit

Goshiki’s Bangs are the way they are because his favorite character was Rock Lee from Naruto

Oikawa has watched Ouran High School Host Club front to back so many times and he can quote all of Tamaki’s lines by heart -He keeps bothering Iwaizumi to “be his Haruhi, since you’re shorter than me”

Koganegawa has definitely gone as an Angry Bird for Halloween

Fukunaga has those reflective cat eyes, and he has terrified Yamamoto on several occasion

Hanamaki and Matsukawa have a teddy bear that they pretend is their child and they share custody

Suga always sprays whipped cream straight into his mouth whenever he sees a can

Nishinoya definitely bit people as a kid

Nishinoya would be the guy to wear shorts all year round and even if it's snowing, he'll insist he's not cold

Tendou is still stuck in his emo phase and would fangirl over Creepypasta with me and I appreciate that (me too buddy, me fuckin too)

Kyoutani LOOKS like he’d listen to viking death metal, but in reality he listens to Mother Mother and knows all the words to Ghosting

Sugawara would definitely encourage me to dumb shit and not stop me, and you’re all dumb for thinking he wouldn’t 

KENMA IS NOT ‘uwu owo’ SHY, HE IS ‘your fucking gross’ SHY SO LITERALLY STFU

Bokuto listens to Nicki Manaj. And knows all the words. To every. Single. Song.

Ushijima for some reason knows an odd amount of 90′s-2000′s R&B and he will hum along to the songs if they come on the radio (he also loves Dolly Parton) ((he says he relates to her music))

Bokuto once ate instant ramen for an entire month

TERUSHIMA DID TRY TO FUCK A PLANT WHILE SHITFACED AND GOD I STAND BY WHAT I SAID

atsumu let’s you put makeup on him and pretends to eat the brushes (do yk what im talking about- like n o m)

tendou ran for school president as a joke but actually won

i 100% believe that all of karasuno’s third years apologize when they bump into inanimate objects, but when suga is really tired or stressed out, he’ll yell at them instead.

Tanaka, Nishinoya, and Taketora have a group chat called "Bros who want sum hoes" and they send each other hypebeast memes and shit

Sugawara knows how to do a bunch of flexible shit because he sometimes goes to yoga with daichi and asahi's moms, its fucking hilarious

tanaka and noya both breakdance- they work as a team and sometimes go to tokyo for underground competitions- saeko drives them

Daichi knows a little ballet- nobody other than Kiyoko knows because they saw each other at the ballet class and had to work together- dont tell tanaka and noya that he lifted her though

Osamu once put glitter on Atsumu's pillow- he still finds hot pink glitter on shit

kita knits and crochets with his grandma

Kita's grandma knows everyone's names because kita talks shit bout them, her favorite is Aran

Kuroo has burnt his eyebrows off doing an experiment. His goggles didn't cover all his brows,,, so he just showed up to practice like that. No eyebrows and a chemical burn

kenma has played all kinds of games, but he was dared to play corpse party by kuroo. He wasn't scared because of the gore, he was thinking about the trauma the characters went through. Punched kuroo the next day because that game was fucked up

Lev isn't a strong swimmer, so he often grabs people by the head to keep himself up. happened with kenma and lev couldn't walk due to the force of kenmas suprised water kicks

akaashi has those fancy pens that you have to dip in ink and they're so nice

Bokuto has and will eat pencil erasers again

Daichi once almost lost his shit at his team but instead he lost his shit at the door that decided to stub his toe on the way out of the gym. not the best thing to be found yelling to.

Yamaguchi for sure has been dragged to one of terushimas parties because he didnt wanna say no. oh and terushima has like frat boy level parties too. Yams has for sure had some wild nights and doubts anyone other than Tsukishima and the party-goers will ever know

Akaashi can actually flirt very well! He reads romance novels sometimes and has analyzed any and every book in his possession! so he's actually quite charming

Daihsou unironically posted on twitter after mika broke up with him "I still see her shadows in my room"

Mattsun and Maki run a fake oikawa account; its been going ever since twitter even started getting popular and they even started sending messages in spanish. The posts would range from "I love all my fans!" to flirting with them :) Oikawa is pissed cause the account got verified before he did and most of his fans also follow the fake oikawa. Tooru has no idea who runs it JUST IMAGINE OIKAWA JUST LIKE RANTING TO THE SEIJOH 3RD YEAR ALUMNI AND JUST "no Iwa-chan, you dont understand! they run a fake account and pretend to be me!" while makki and mattsun laugh their asses off

Oh, kenma for sure has pretended to be a girl on discord and has gotten someone to buy him stuff. after they do he says in his normal voice "fucking simp" and then hangs up and blocks the other persons discord

Yamamoto, despite his rough appearance, loves kids and has and will be a human jungle gym

suna in middle school had a game with his friends about who could make kids cry the fastest

The twins switched places back in middle school and nobody could tell because of how great they are at acting like eachother

Daichi once arrested coach ukai for public intoxication after a game :|

Daichi has arrested many people from his old volleyball team but the most memorable case was when he arrested tanaka and noya for reckless driving. poor idiots got so scared when they saw their old captains face in their mirror and started to pray

tanaka, while trying to intimidate someone, once said "You dont gotta tell me twice, i may be straight but these hands are bisexual" and he often cringes at night thinking about it

Kageyama, as a comeback to Tsukishima, said "one thing about us royalty is that we love to feast" and he also fuckin hates what he said

the third years made a cult for Kiyoko. they chant every wednesday "i'll do anything for kiyoko, she makes me go loco"

oikawas fangirls are known to be fucking rabid

yAMAMOTO AND KENMA AFTER THEIR FIGHT WERE FORCED BY KUROO TO MAKE IT UP: so they dyed their hair together

Makki and mattsun sang two trucks in front of the entire team. everyone was so confused. Makki: "twO TRUCKS HAVIN SEX!!" Mattsun: "oH yEs!"THEY'D SWITCH OFF AND HAVE LIKE CHOREOGRAPHY TOO LIKE THEY'D DO A TANGO WHILE THE SONG IS LIKE "two beer trucks, making love"

tendou once called Oikawa "mr. no-nationals" and got kicked in the shins before iwaizumi could save him

Tsukishima had a my little pony phase

you work with matsukawa at a morgue and he makes dead people jokes while you fix some dead guys face with wax and makeup he'd be like "so didnt he like,,, stick his head out of the sunroof of a moving fuckin car??" he'd be singing dumb ways to die the entire day

i feel like Kuroo has one crazy accident a year. like it might not be deadly but its fucking crazy like for example: Kuroo for sure has ridden in a shopping cart at past midnight with kenma (who pushed him down a hill) causing Kuroo to get scratched up hella well. he lied and said he spent the night with a girl and kenma fucking hated himself cause he would be the girl if that was true

Mattsun has flirted with the 4th years moms before (AS A JOKE), and because of this: he is known as “fuckin milf hunter” sometimes by the team

Warning, this next headcanon is talking about cannabis, weed, mary jane, the zoink root. so if your uncomfortable, please dont read below :)

dude i wanna get high as SHIT with Asahi 

i think Asahi would be one of those mfkers who takes one hit and is gone 

ASAHI ACCIDENTALLY GOING TO PRACTICE ZOINKED 

IMAGINE HIM SEEING TSUKISHIMA AND JUST "he looks so judgemental,,, im scared" 

OR LIKE A MAD DAICHI AND JUST "i'm gonna,,, im gonna go jump out the window now" 

Noya and Tanaka would know tho, i feel like they'd have a 6th sense when it comes to weed. they probably get some from Saeko cause she'd rather they do it in the house. they'd smell asahi like fucking dogs and just so,,, big guy had fun without us huh? 

DAICHI WOULD KNOW ABOUT ASAHI BEING ZOINKED, SMASH HIS FACE INTO THE WALL, TURN AROUND WITH A RED MARK ON HIS FOREHEAD AND WITH A BEAMING SMILE AND FEUX ENTHUSIASM SAY: "YOSH, LETS WARM UP!"

[cabin-13]

u said self indulgent nico hcs?? 👀👀

ajkdsjkkj when I say self-indulgent, it’s Self-Indulgent and i pretty much ignore richard’s canon / haven't reread the books from either series in a long time nor have i read toa but if ur really interested... (long post ahead, sorry!)

nb nico is top tier 

goes by he/they pronouns 

touristcore aesthetic that’s slowly encroaching into e-person territory

he’s The Blueprint

likes thorn from the hex girls (even the reboot ver.) but digs dusk’s look more

how is this related u may ask?

yeah, i answer

idc abt canon so he and drew are bitchy friends and drew rags on his appearance constantly while brushing his hair but throws in self-care tips btwn loving insults

nico: you know im not a boy right

drew: doesnt change the fact you look like a wet rat, sweetie <3

i will forever stand by reynico being (platonic) soulmates and im gonna b extra self-indulgent and say they were friends in previous lives too and that’s why they vibed w each other so well <3 

speaking of previous lives, well.... heh..

(no but really, this hc is kinda embarassing but , if u want elaboration uhhhhhhhhhh)

i know nico only has like. a 5th grade education but i like to think he would be a good student ... if anything i think hades would at least homeschool him with the ghosts of (famous) teachers ??? he seems to be naturally curious and he’s kind of a smart ass (not in a mean way) in canon idk

polyglot nico! polyglot nico! polyglot nico!!!! he becomes the go-to translator at camp ( like he isn't already sjkjskjdk) 

yes he would know asl. why? bc i said so and rick needs to include include some hoh/deaf characters within the greek/roman pantheon <3 (if there is, not counting hearthstone from mcga)

leo finds out abt nico knowing spanish bc he once snorted at a joke he said and now leo won’t stop telling him shit like “¿cuál es la fruta que más se ríe? .... la naranja, ja, ja, ja --”

ironically has the best hair at chb (rick once said the di angelos had silky hair in the titan’s curse i think + reyna said something abt his hair too in boo ?? i'll have to check...) once he cleans up and the aphrodite kids are seething

nico’s hair starting to gray at a young age is also an interesting concept ! i think tumblr user fuocogo drew something ft that and it stuck with me

really self indulgent but he’s roman at heart (maybe even Literally. i read somewhere that an italian fan said the di angelos fit the desc. of modern day romans better than venicians ?? if i find it, i’ll link it >>>)

 i like to think his family are legacies of victoria seeing as he’s always one of the key pieces / an important informant for winning both wars ... plus his grandpa was a diplomat and uhhh idk where I was going w this ngl

speaking of family, I need to know if the di angelo bloodline no longer exists assuming maria was an only child and there was no mention of any other di angelos aside from her parents ..? i like the idea of nico finding out that he has more family tho !!

also I would love it if rick cleared up where and when he met maria pls and thank u <3

I MISS BABY NICO’S PERSONALITY SM ... which is why i propose that whenever one of his friend’s see his eyes sparkling and arms waving while he babbles abt whatever topic, they think it’s really cute !!!! like !! keep talking !! 

 he gets embarrassed when he sees his friends smiling at him but it kinda makes him a bit teary eyed bc it’s been so long since he was able to talk abt his interests without being shut down / forcing himself to keep quiet because he felt like he was being too childish/annoying

what im saying is that he should be able to act like a kid bc he is one !!!! he's 14 !!!!!

he either has the cutest laugh or the weirdest laugh and it strictly depends on who ur asking

i feel like he sneezes like a kitten...............he sneezes and everyone whips their head around to look at him and he’s never wanted to dig a hole and put himself in it more than now

i like the imagery of tinkling bells being associated with him so im gonna sayyy he would have a necklace with a little bell (something like this kinda ??) and yes, leo would’ve made it for him as a joke kinda but not really

valdangelo (either as a friendship or nah) is underrated

like ur telling me this kid has a metal dragon and builds the coolest things ever and nico doesn't even think it’s a little bit cool ?? nah. rr did them dirty.

the kids at camp love him and i won't take no for an answer

he brings out ye ol’ mythomagic figurines to explain/show them the monsters and gods of the greek pantheon

it’s a win-win situation bc he gets to babble abt his hyperfixation and the kids get to learn abt what they're gonna get into in a way that’s better than the camp orientation film (since nico’s literally the only one who’s seen it ((but i think the stolls wanted to check it out too ??)) )

they give him a “camp’s best counselor <3333” mug and he cries abt it to reyna and hazel

yes he’s wearing an unusual amount of friendship bracelets no he's not gonna take them off shut up

unfortunately im team short!nico bc i want 2 see him get engulfed by the hugs his sisters (yes this includes reyna) and friends give him !!! 

he wears demonia platform sneakers / doc martens (and converse but that’s p much a given) thank you <3

piper/nico friendship ... I Need It

they borrow each other’s clothes constantly

leo and them clown on jason  and jason is Suffering but he loves them all so it’s ok 

piper could probably carry nico 

nico stress bakes 

yeah

he and clovis become good friends and hang out in the dream world and u know what, im gonna say they’re cuddle buddies too. clovis seems like he would give nice hugs !

im a sucker for nico having friends from different pantheons too !!! also becoming sort-of friends with gods/immortals of different pantheons !!

the underworld demigod discord gc is cursed; one moment they're all talking abt how they're pretty much fated to stay in the underworld while they're both living and after they die but the next moment someone says they want a hug and a chorus of “yeah...”’s follows.

nico was a momma’s boy most definitely 

speaking of which, i like to think that while him and bianca looked like their dad and mom respectively, it would’ve switched when they got older ?? idk

autistic nico ..... rick make it canon and not btwn the lines......

idk how to explain this one bc it’s just Plain Weird but . i feel like . nico would like?? hang out under his bed ??? maybe i’ll draw a pic or something and edit this later sjjdjkddk

this is just me projecting but he hates looking at mirrors / seeing himself in photos bc the person he sees doesn't match the person he sees in his head ?? if that makes sense ??? like he doesn't look like the nico he used to be bc of how much his appearance changed ? idk

uhhh he sometimes hallucinates, esp when he was in tartarus and in the month after coming out of the jar

maybe i’ll elaborate on this later ..

i need more annabeth and nico friendship pls...... both of them like/liked percy and now he can't stop getting clowned 

HOWEVER.... if I see one more “not his/my type” joke im going to delete my tumblr

speaking of which, i have a conspiracy theory abt Things, but i don't wanna get my ass sniped into next tuesday

introvert leo forcing himself to be the group comedian even though he’d much rather be with machines and extrovert nico who pushes ppl away so he doesn't get hurt but desiring the company of another type vibes. im not gonna elaborate.

his latest hyperfixation is pokemon and his favorite pokemon are gengar and skitty, but jirachi and mimikyuu are close seconds

has a crush on N Harmonia  and a bunch of the male gym leaders no im not gonna elaborate

this isn't a hc but. rick u really gotta stop writing abt ppl automatically distrusting nico because of his appearance / godly parent (although some were kinda warranted based of their personal history even though nico still pulled through in the end)  im getting tired of reading abt ppl wanting to like. hurt him or Actually hurting him for stuff he didn't have control of sjkjsjkdsjkdk (like wtf happened with frank when hazel got poisoned?? I thought frank actually liked nico ahjkjsjkf) 

uhhhhh that’s p much it ??????  sorry for the long ass post .. maybe i’ll write abt him more if ppl really want me to...

[seokiloquy]

That One Time - Iwaizumi Hajime

AU: Soulmate/Body Swap

Requested

Warning/Tags: Depictions of harassment, It’s not too explicit but even so be cautious, established relationship, It’s a short one this time

Word Count: 2k+

“(Y/N), would you mind being home a bit early today, we have to go visit your grandmother.” Your mother ran around the kitchen as she tried to get a handle on organizing the dozens of ingredients she had laid out to bake for your aforementioned grandmother.

Licking your lips, you looked out the nearest window to the sunrise that was just hovering over the houses and trees that hid the horizon. You let out a slow sigh, biting into your cheek. “Can’t I just stay at school for a while longer? Or maybe just not even go? It’s not like she’ll remember me anyway with the way her memory is going.”

Your mother gave you an unimpressed look, immediately pulling down the corners of your strained smile. She blinked slowly and let the bottom row of her teeth poke out like a bulldog. “Funny,” she said, grabbing the large bag of flour. “I’ll call you when I want you to come back from school.”

Clicking your tongue you looked away from her gaze and grabbed your bag, hopping a little you get your shoulder underneath the arm strap. “Alright, I’m going!” you called behind you as you forced your shoes on.

“Stay safe!”

You scoffed.

The walk to and from school had never been a totally welcoming one. Living in the crowded part of town where people were often found late at night, you’d often have your fair share of run-ins with rowdy characters that likely let go of their inhibitions. 

The scuttling of rats could be heard in the hidden corners of every alley. Trash rolled over the ground with every gust of wind. You sighed, now wishing you had chosen to go to that boarding school on the clean side of town. At least that way you wouldn’t need to walk through a dumpster fire.

You adjusted the tuck of your shirt into the waistband of your uniform uncomfortably as you felt the stares of loitering groups as you walked by the various bar windows. Hearing a quick whistle behind you, you sneered but continued forward. Not sparing them a glance and you stomped your shoes into the concrete.

“Hope those aren’t law books you're carrying!” another slurred. You could hear them trip over their untied, ill-fitting shoes and oversized pants. An involuntary gag slithered its way to the back of your tongue

The stares seemed to continue burning the back of your neck until you turned the next corner. Not even another step was taken before you blinked your eyes at the fluorescent lighting that suddenly glared at you.

“Iwa! That hurt!”

You sighed internally as you stared at the taller, but hunched over, brunet as he rubbed the back of his head with a clenched fist. A ball bounced off to the side before rolling away. The tension in your shoulders faded as you took in the familiar surroundings.

“You know if you stopped acting like that he wouldn’t throw balls at you as much,” you said, stumbling slightly as you adjusted to the change in your center of gravity while walking over to pick up the colourful ball. 

Oikawa huffed, dropping his arms to rise to his normal height before turning your way. “At least it’s you now, (L/N). I know you wouldn’t hurt me.”

You raised the brow on Iwaizumi’s face. “I wouldn’t be too sure of that, Tooru. I’m gonna go sit down, being in Hajime’s body feels weird.”

Attending Hajime's practices was a frequent occurrence, typically falling in the evening, after school when you were finished with your own club activities. You could spend that time walking home before it got too dark out for rats to be able to hide in the shadows, but instead, you would wait. Hands clammy as you thought of taking a step on the crowded streets.

Hajime showed up 5 minutes before practice finished, thumbs hooked around the shoulder straps of your backpack. The tired smile painted on your face was definitely a reflection of your poor sleep schedule instead of his current mood, as came to your side, slipping your arm into his and pulling you out of the gym and towards your classes.

You stumbled over his feet again, tripping over his ankles as you tried desperately to keep up with his quick steps.

“Oikawa, I can’t really play right now.”

Hajime sat with you on the metal bench that was pushed tightly against the gym’s wall, kicking his — your— legs out comfortably. You sat next to your body’s slumped form, picking at Hajime’s dirty, unclean nails. 

Oikawa continued to whine from the middle of the court, ball in hand as he waited for his teammate to join him in warm-ups. Hajime made your body stand, shoulders hunched forward as he stalked to the wavy-haired brunette, ripping the ball from his hands to smack it against his forehead.

Oikawa’s whining was overshadowed by a combination of the coaches rattling and your phone vibrating irritatingly in your bag’s side pocket. Trying to balance Hajime’s torso correctly, you leaned over, reaching for your pocket.

Home, Now

You groaned, flipping the phone off and sucking harshly at your teeth as you turned to see your body, under Hajime’s control, attempting to get a skype over the net. 

“Hajime!” you called, packing your back up. “My mom wants me home.”

Spinning around he walked our way, taking your bag out of your hold and swinging it over your body’s shoulder. 

“Grandma’s?”

“Yup.”

You watched your head lull backwards with a half-lidded eye-roll. “Why today of all days?”

A shrug pushed at your shoulders. Off to the side, you could see Oikawa’s form yawn before looking around tiredly giving you a confused look. “I don’t know. But you better get going, my mom will freak if you don’t get there.”

“It just had to be when we switched, huh.”

You chuckled, feeling Hajime’s familiar laugh ripple through his chest. “We’ve been like this all day, we’re bound to switch back soon.”

Oikawa’s soulmate, quite visibly hunching in the volleyball players form, came up to your side, another yawn pouring out of their mouth as they swung Oikawa’s arm onto your shoulder. “Looks like all of us are swapped. So what’s happening?”

“Hajime has to walk my body home.” You smiled at yourself. “Keep it safe okay, I have to live in that body.”

Hajime hopped, adjusting the bag’s straps again as he pivoted his way to the exit of the gym, ready for the trek to your home. “So do I! I’ll see you tomorrow!” he waved, as he turned out of view on the doorframe.

You and Oikawa’s soulmate spoke in hushed voices as you tried not to disrupt the rest of Aoba Josai’s team silently trying to figure out how each player did their job in a unique fashion.

A groan escaped you as a welt of pain clawed into the back of your head.

“You good there?”

You took Hajime’s hand and rubbed the back of your head, fingers weaving through his spiky black hair. “Don’t know, but I’m about to find out.”

Three blinks were all it took for you to be mentally thrown back into your body, though the movement you were thrown into was not one of your own.

Arm swinging forward, fist clenched tightly in a grip you didn’t know you had the power to do, your largest two knuckles met the nose of a dishevelled man whose body heat was radiating off him, too close for comfort. Your opposite shoulder screamed in pain as it twisted uncomfortably, wrist scraping against the concrete wall as it remained pinned in place, unmoving even with the man staggering from the sudden blow taken to the cartilage in his nose.

For fuck’s sake. Today?! Of all days?!

You were subconsciously aware of your school bag and all its contents strewn across the dirty alleyway floor. Along the line of your spine and back of your head, you could feel the bruising quickly growing under your skin. The uniform tie that always hugged your neck in a neat knot was tightened beyond conceivable measure, irritating the skin of your neck. Along with the shortness of breath, you could feel the outside air run against the skin of your collarbone, buttons of your uniform torn away at the top.

The man, despite his drunken stupor, was quick to recover, snatching your free wrist from the air and dragging it against the cold stone wall. Dragging it down the rough stone to leave a stinging mark.

You kicked a leg out, desperate to get some leverage as you tried to shimmy out of the man’s hold.

He pushed closer to you, forcing your head back against the harsh stone as you tried to lean away. His breath permeated the breathable air, creating a musky fog of putrid smells that stung your nostrils. His voice was hoarse and speech was slurred as he spoke. “Awwe, what happened to all the fight in you earlier? Finally giving up?”

His head lobbed closer to your shoulder, making his ruff stubble stick harshly into your skin. You squirmed curling away from his insistent pushing. 

As another breath escaped him, you let out a strangled scream, shutting your eyes and curling in on yourself as much as possible. His breath stopped, choking on air. You shivered as his grip loosened, fingers dancing along the coat of your uniform as the limply trailed downward. All his heat fell away with a loud thump, leaving only the sound of your desperate breaths for air. 

Eyes still closed, you reached for your tie, pulling off the snake-like hold it had on your neck.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be here sooner.”

Delicately touching the back of your wrists, you opened your eyes to Hajime’s arched form, hands on his knees as he breathed in deeply a large textbook dropped to his feet next to the knocked out man’s head that faced the back of the alley.

Hajime took a hesitant step closer, careful not to crowd your form against the wall as he kneeled down in front of you. He reached out slowly, aware of your narrowed, hesitant gaze as he reached for your hands looking at the scrapes that decorated your skin like refined jewellery.

You let out a non-committal laugh. “What a time to switch back right?”

He gave you a kind but worried smile in return, gradually coming back to his feet. “Are you okay?”

“No,” you laughed to yourself. “But I’ll be okay. I am going to hit my mom though. Just had to make me leave your practice early.”

Hajime shook his head, letting out a chuckle of his own. “No need for that. Come on, let’s get you home. Maybe your mom will give you the night off.”

Your mother was reluctant to let you stay home, even becoming remorseful when she had to leave herself. Hajime was quick to reassure her, gilding her out the door with a confident smile and wave as you curled underneath a thick blanket of the couch. A movie played on the tv screen, creating a calm atmosphere with its familiar ambient noise.

Your eyes seemed glossed over, reflecting the light of the screen as you stared into it blankly. A gentle hum escaped you as Hajime paced over to sit by your feet, gently grabbing your ankles to let you stretch over his lap. He massaged your shin gently. “Feeling okay.”

Looking over your shoulder, you gave him a slight shrug with pinched lips, unable to get any words out comfortably. You curled further into the blanket.

He let his shoulders slump slightly, watching as you pulled the edge of the blanket closer to your face. Mental curses ran through his brain, wishing he could’ve been in your place for even a second longer to relieve you of the stress. He watched the screen but paid the story no mind as he replayed his actions over in his mind, searching for something he could’ve done better.

“Thank you, Hajime.”

Head tucked in the crook between the three walls of the couch, you stared directly at him, completely focused. That kind, thankful expression was all that he needed.

Brain tired, no thoughts - Bacon

Posted: 11/10/2020

[toysoldiers-rwby]

[SYT] 9. the lamb’s flock

Show Your Teeth

Characters: Fiona, Winter, May, Robyn, Joanna Rating: Mature Tags: hurt/comfort, fluff, implied abuse, poly negotiations Word Count: 7,618

Summary: Somethings needs a little extra love to heal.

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The first few days without Winter was hard. And it showed with just glance at their apartment. May snapped at every thing in the morning, got on Fiona’s case about all the little things she left around the apartment. Her hair brush, a book, a cup she set down for a minute or two.  

It took Fiona a while to notice, but it was only when May’s hair wasn’t done. When Winter wasn’t there to comb and braid it and for them to trade soft sleepy kisses they’ve been wanting to do for years.  

The thought twisted Fiona’s heart so hard she couldn’t fall back asleep. She slipped out of Robyn’s arms and off Joanna’s chest. It was still dark when Fiona walked into the living room and froze.  

The figure on the couch was too small to be Glade. May and Winter’s door was open and their bed was empty… Fiona sighed taking quiet steps forward. May looked tired, even in her sleep, dry spots at the corner of her eyes and brows pinched. She was living a nightmare after all. Being able to do nothing for the people she cared about, having Atlas steal away her girlfriend and little brother.  

When she got closer she smelled something she hasn’t smelt in days. The ocean and fresh mountain air… Glade and Winter. A few more steps closer and Fiona recognized the blanket May was curled up in. The deep purple and gold was Glade’s favorite colors. The pillow hugged to her chest was Winter’s.  

Fiona sat on the floor, forehead pressed to May’s. She murmured and stirred but didn’t wake up. There… there was a high chance she cried herself to sleep tonight. Maybe for the past few days even.  

Out of everyone, May didn’t deserve this.  

Fiona found her lips gently pressed to May’s forehead, gently waking the women up. She murmured Winter’s name, trying to get a kiss until Fiona nuzzled into her cheek and placed a soft kiss there.

“Ngh… Glade? Win’s gonna get jealous again…” Oh? Fiona couldn’t help but to smile. Was May still a sleep or did Glade really tuck in her elites?  

“And you idiots teased me about making out with them?” Fiona whispered softly. Her voice almost jarred May awake. Fiona could see her human eyes blinking, trying to peer through the darkness. “Sorry I’m not either of them… They’re both still in Atlas.”  

That completely woke May up. She made a noise, a small whimper and tears welled up in yellow eyes. Fiona tried to comfort her, petting her hair and kissing away the tears as they slipped out.  

Fiona helped May with her hair that morning. Joann was confused at first, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes until she finally noticed the redness in May’s eyes.  

After that she practically jumped into action, making a quick breakfast and almost stumbling over her tired feet.  

May smiled softly at the effort, even if it didn’t reach her eyes yet. Within minutes there was a stack of fluffy pancakes, dolled up with chocolate chips, whip cream, and cherries. Soon french toast and scrambled eggs was on the coffee table with a nervous and worried Joanna hovering nearby.  

“Is… is there anything else I can make?” The women asked softly.  

Fiona and May glanced at each other, “Ice cream sundae,” They said in unison.  

Joanna frowned, making the same face as Winter whenever they went out for breakfast and tried to eat deserts instead. “No,” Joanna said crossing her arms.  

May laughed a little, sliding onto the floor and pulling Fiona into her lap. Fi hummed happily, snuggling her back to May’s front as the sad lion hugged her like stuff animal.  

“How about after breakfast?” May asked.  

“Maybe,” Robyn mumbled stumbling out of the hallway. She yawn loudly, letting herself fall besides May and gave Fiona a quick kiss. Then Robyn hummed, pressing her forehead to May’s, eyes closed and still half asleep. Fiona watched May carefully, she tensed, perfectly still with eyes wide and a blush coloring her cheeks. “I think we can all use a breath of fresh air.”  

"Sure… fresh air," Joanna teased with a smirk. Robyn only mumbled, slumping and resting her head on May’s shoulder. From the light snores, she was falling asleep again. Fiona lightly laughed at how tense May was. Poor rich girl, not used to physical contact. She gave May a wicked smile, side straddling her lap and wrapping an arm around her neck for support then leaned over to kiss Robyn awake.  

She smiled and giggled, feeling May squirm nervously. She could almost hear her heart beat, she definitely could feel it. It took a few kisses and nuzzles, mostly because Robyn was being a brat but she woke right up when Fiona nipped her bottom lip.  

“Don’t bite more than you can handle, lampchop,” Robyn murmured against her lips. She stole a proper kiss before Joanna came putting a warm cup of coffee against her cheek. Robyn thanked her by kissing her knuckles before taking downing half the cup in one go. She tried not to make a face, “I miss Win’s coffee…”  

“I’m still trying to get her secret blend from her,” Joanna said with a sigh. She looked at the three on the floor, before taking May’s other side and purposely squishing her in. May grumbled, blushing as she buried her face into Fiona’s fluffy hair. “Hey kitten, you feeling better?”  

“Kitten…” Was the only thing May said. She pretended to be busy making food to answer proper but gave Joanna a nod.  

Fiona grinned, sliding between May’s legs to sit on the floor so they both could eat comfortable. Breakfast was nice, incomplete but nice. Joanna was a great cook and Robyn was always adorable in the mornings before her ego woke up. And feeling May’s nervous heartbeat, feeling her get hot with soft blushes and just feeling her was nice.  

She was always big on physical affection. Faunus culture was more affectionate, then there was her personality and finally because because of her semblance. That need to feel something calms the restlessness under her skin. Holding May’s free hand as much as possible did wonders and feeling her long blue hair would had her purring if Fiona had any feline ancestry.  

Robyn’s idea of fresh air was an old scene, one that almost helped everyone decompress in their own way.  

For Joanna it was writing in her journal, somewhere quiet with warm tea. It was a nice meditative atmosphere Fiona appreciated. For May and Robyn it was beating the shit out of things. A punching bag was too easy, it didn’t fight back, didn’t move, didn’t pull them out of what happened.  

So instead of having lunch and tutoring Robyn, the group was at the Gym where they first met, watching the two hot heads spar.  

Fiona preferred a more positive outlet and ended up cuddled in Joanna’s lap. But it didn’t calm her nerves. Nuzzling into Joanna’s neck, taking a deep breath of that earthly smell didn’t calm her semblance.  

It was a restlessness in her skin, the need too touch making her hands twitch. The hard thuds as Robyn and May threw punches… At first Fiona thought she’d be okay with it. But sparing was one thing, hitting each other out of anger and frustration was different. When Fiona flinched again Joanna picked her up and cradled her legs so she was literally still seated in her arms.  

May looked alarmed for a second. Scared, as if she… she was losing another teammate. May fell back, a strong left hook throwing her to the ground. Fiona flinched, making a noise that alarmed Joanna. It wasn’t close to breaking May’s Aura but it completely took her off her feet. Everyone was shocked for a moment, staying still. Fiona wanted to reach out but… all the anger in the air made her feel heavy. She couldn’t move from Joanna’s arms. She wasn’t scared, May and Robyn would never hurt her. But May’s bright yellow eyes still looked guilty. Robyn gave both of them a worried look.  

“May, I’m so sorry,” Robyn said quickly helping her up. May shoved her off stayed sprawled across on the Gym’s mats.  

“Just… go. Leave me alone for a bit,” May mumbled, panting softly for breath. Or to hold back tears. They- She didn’t lose her partner but they were always together, from their childhood to their young adult years… Fiona couldn’t imagine what that was like.  

“No,” Joanna said in a low and soft tone. Fiona found herself seated ontop of May’s stomach. The two blinking at each other confused and sad. Fiona looked at two other Mantle Rats, a little lost for how to comfort their new teammates. “You two lost your leader, me and Rob will meet you two at home. With something nice and warm to eat.”  

Home. The apartment Glade gave them. Fiona blinked, chest twisting and ears bending low. Where Winter always escaped too to get away from the pressure of the Atlesian life, one of the few places where she could openly laugh and smile without being seen as weak. A week ago Fiona and May would be in the kitchen, trying to sneak a bite past Glade and usually ended up playfully wrestling on the ground-  

Fiona let out a shaking breath as her semblance burns her palms, she felt too empty without Winter’s hand in hers. She rubbed them, trying to sooth and distract herself. She didn’t decompress like the others. She wanted hugs and kisses, and just someone there. Which is why she secretly likes it when May picks her up and why she liked dragging Glade around. Why she melted into May’s arms when they wrapped around her and desperately nuzzled into May’s neck.  

She took a deep breath, desperately trying to calm herself down, searching for something Atlas took. The lingering the smell of fresh crisp mountain air and the cool ocean lingered on May’s skin… or it was just Fi’s desperate imagination.  

Fiona found herself lifted up again, this time by May. She looked up at Robyn stealing and kiss on her lips while Jonna kiss her pinched brow.  

“Come home whenever you’re ready, but we’ll text you when lunch is finished,” Joanna said. May nodded, not quiet meeting either of their new teammates eyes. They quietly left the Gym, Robyn still throwing her worried looks.  

“May was crying this morning, are you sure-”  

“Let them mourn,” Joanna whispered softly but Fiona still heard them. “They survived worse with each other. They’ll come to us if they need us.”  

Fiona tried to slide out of May’s grasp, she didn’t need another burden but May only secured her grip around at her thighs and hoisted the little lamb higher on her waist. “I have my semblance activated, if you want to cry,” The supposedly rich snob whispered. Too fucking gently. Fiona’s breath hitched. She smelled salt and pretended Glade was close by and May didn’t say anything as tears dampen her neck. “Thank you, for this morning.”  

For taking Winter’s place in comforting her. Because she wasn’t there.  

“Winter and Glade isn’t dead,” Fiona mumbled. May stayed silent. Neither of them pointed out the fact that Watts already experimented on their Thief. The no name Faunus… from Menagerie. The kingdom-less island with no CCT Tower. Even if they had a family, there would have been no way to to communicate with them. They had no official documentation. Watts could continue with the experiments-  

“Fi,” May gently guided her head out from hiding. Fiona took a shaking breath, trying to hide her face and wipe the tears away. “What’s wrong- Stupid question,” May interrupted herself with an annoyed look. “What can I do?”  

Fiona closed her eyes, tensing. Winter wasn’t dead, wasn’t gone just… in Atlas. Glade and Silvio needed her. Fiona and May wasn’t abandoned. They did everything right and still lost. It wasn’t fair.  

“I suppose a kiss would be off limits?” Fiona mumbled. It slipped out on accident but Fiona couldn’t find the energy to care. It was hours late anyway, she probably kissed May over a dozen times to calm her and cheer her up enough to leave the apartment. Never on the lips but it didn’t change the fact that Fiona wanted to.  

Pressed chest to chest and in her arms, Fiona could feel her heatbeat. It was fast and nervous. May grumbled and mumbled, saying nothing in particular. Fiona felt it more than she heard it- Definitely felt a quick kiss on her temple… Fiona buried a smile into May’s neck.  

“…More.”  

May snorted, “Magic words?” She sang teasingly. Fiona huffed, but still kept her head tucking into May’s blushing neck. She didn’t have a stealing problem and wasn’t possessive.  

“Now.”  

May laughed lightly. A real laugh that had Fiona’s ears fluttering and made her chest feel lighter. May did give another kiss, but a big messy one on her cheek. Fiona laughed giggling and shoving May away lightly and rubbing the slobber on her shoulder. “A bratty kiss for a brat,” May said sticking her tongue out.  

Fiona barely stopped herself to nip it. She blushed at the impulse. It was her semblance being impulsive, seeking contact and the need to touch messing with her head. So instead she quickly looked away and kept her hands busy, arms adjusted around May’s neck, hands coming through her hair and slowly wrapping and playing with her long ponytail.  

“I’m going to walk around, is that okay?” May said, breath hitching lightly. Fiona focused more on the sadness in her voice.  

“As long as you don’t drop me.” Like how Winter dropped them. Fiona huffed, pushing those thoughts aside. It wasn’t fair. Winter cried just as much as Fiona was now. She didn’t want to leave but she needed too… and didn’t that make things worse? “Ugh, I can’t stop thinking about it.”  

May was quiet for a few steps. Fiona looked up, watching the thin crowd pass by, completely oblivious and wrapped up in their own world. She encouraged May to stop by a familiar playground. A sign saying ‘Not for Adults’ hanging on the fence. May laughed at it, startling some people outside her Invisibility Field-  

Fiona leaned, back hands threading behind May’s neck for balance. May blushed hard, fidgeting and trying to avoid Fiona’s eyes. But Fiona only squirmed, a little too excited to keep still.  

“Wanna try again?” Fiona asked with a grin, nodding towards the swings.  

“And get chased off by security?” May scoffed. "We got away because of Win’s Glyphs."  

“No you dumb dumb! With your semblance on! People will think it’s a ghost and such!”  

May wrinkled her nose, “Um… I’m not sure if it works like that. It’s everything in the field and that includes the swings.”  

Fiona frowned for a moment something about her elite’s attitudes and personality clicking. “So. You never used your semblance to steal, or prank, or anything fun?” Even Winter played small pranks and tricks. But she also had younger siblings to play with.  

“Your definition of fun wasn’t penciled into my schedule as a kid,” May said. She walked to the corner of the park, setting Fiona on the fence and helping her turn to watch the families play. After a moment, May wrapped her arms around her wait and rested her chin on her shoulder.  

Fiona leaned back, snuggling to May’s chest as the children played and laughed. A Faunus girl talked another, playfully growling and yelping with her human sibling picked her up. Their parents waved them to the swings and they both jumped onto it, chains rattling and giggles making Fiona smile.  

“It’s weird,” May whispered softly in her ears. Fiona giggled, wiggling the tickling sensation away. May hummed, calming her down with nuzzle before giving her more space. "What am I protecting when I graduate? This or that?" May didn’t need to gesture to the prison in the sky.  

“Do you need to chose? You and Win were kids too.”  

May looked at the children, smiling, laughing, and playing. Fiona wanted to kiss the bittersweet sadness away. “Sure…” May said quietly. Fiona didn’t forget that her life, both her and Winter’s, was planned from birth. They were suppose to over the family company. But the only thing better looking than money was being a Huntsmen and Huntress.  

It took May a few moments to realize the heavy air around them. She sighed, hands scratching the back of her head in frustration. “Well. Um…”  

“You really do suck with words,” Fiona said with a small smile.  

“Hey, I’m trying to make you feel better,” May grumbled softly. The tiny pout had Fiona giggling again. Then a small smirk tugged at May’s lips, “Without y’know. Shoving my tongue down your throat.”  

“I don’t-” Fiona grumbled, ears fluttering around as she looked away. Her only regret about kissing Glade was that everyone teased her about it and no one would admit they wanted to do it too. “Only with the people I like!” She said, h heart was jumping in her chest. That… that sounded a little more like a promise than a joke.  

May licked her lips, eyes dipping down from her eyes before flickering up again. “I’d hope so…” She said it so softly, Fiona wasn’t sure if she was suppose to hear it or not. So she fidgeted, aware of her legs pressed to the sides of May’s thighs.  

The Marigold cleared her throat, “So… got anything else for us to do? Since we can’t pretend to be ghost? I’d suggest we do something, but you and Winter got us kicked out of a lot of arcades…”  

Fiona huffed, looking up with a tiny frown. It wasn’t her fault. “Winter cheated first and that stuffed goat would be great with Spring!”  

“I could always just buy you another stuff animal, Fi.”  

"It’s not the same as earning it!" Fiona argued. May frowned, leveling her with that accusing look again. Fiona grumbled, tensing a little to try and make her playful glare a little more intimidating, she accidentally squeezed her thighs around May’s hips. It threw her elite off balance so Fiona pressed on, “I still can’t believe you never stole anything. You can turn invisible!” May was groaning and rolling her eyes before Fiona even finished. The little lamb huffed, ears wiggling in frustration, “Every kid stole something! It’s almost a right of passage.”  

“Me and Winter got everything we wanted as long as we won our tournaments. And besides, rich people are the biggest thieves, Fi.”  

“Correction, stealing is a rite of passage in Mantle,” Fiona said with a grin. “And your definitely not an Atlas girl.” She finished confidently but she still held her breath, hoping it wasn’t an insult or it wouldn’t kill the mood. The little lamb relaxed, grinning as May hummed and looked up at the floating city. There was no longing, only a deep seeded frustration.  

“I suppose your right. I never fit in anyway.” May said.  

Fiona grinned, locking her hands together behind May’s neck, “Then let’s steal some Dust from the SDC!” Fiona said, her ears wiggling excitedly. Before May could protest or talk Fiona out of it, the little lamb slid off the rails and grabbed her hand. May was startled enough to drop her semblance, scaring a few by standards.  

It was easy to find a SDC store. There was three on every block along with badly sold coffee. But finding one without a thousand cameras watching it was different. This might have been Fiona’s idea but it was May that kept spotting those dim recording lights. Her yellow eyes naturally peeked at the corners. It seemed like Robyn and May had a similar sixth sense for discovering little treasures, probably because their semblance dealt with secrets.  

So when May’s eyes shifted to the cellar, Fiona almost ran to it. May grabbed her hand, linked arm sliding down and pulling her away lightly. Fiona tried not to sigh, tried to look natural for the cameras hidden around. When it was safe to disappear, May had to lift Fiona up and carry the excited huntresses so why wouldn’t run out of the Field.  

Fiona’s hands traced the smooth Atlas metal, calloused hands enjoying the polished surface for a bit. She hadn’t even realized her short talk with May calmed her semblance down. It was still irritated that she hadn’t absorbed anything and that it was empty. She barely felt the invisible seems and her eyes traced the edges.  

“Please don’t eat the entire door,” May whispered, “That has to set off an alarm of some kind.”  

“Well…” Fiona gave her a bright smile. What good is an alarm if people can’t see you? “They can’t charge us with anything if it’s not on the cameras, right?”  

That day was the best they had after Atlas kidnapped Winter and Glade. It got easier, learning the little things Winter did. Fiona made sure to get May’s hair in the morning, waking her up with kisses to her pinched brow and nose. May still slept in the living room, with Glade’s blanket and Winter’s pillow but it helped that Fiona cuddled her to sleep. It… it wasn’t purely platonic, but Robyn and Joanna weren’t upset by it. And the way May’s eyes lingered on her lips… Fiona was worried she’d wake up from a dream and still find herself kissing May. Sometimes Fiona would try to go back to sleep.  

Robyn messed up the laundry once or twice, feeling guilty for ruining May’s expensive clothing but the rich girl only shrugged it off. “More money to give to Mantle,” She’d say. Robyn made the same face Fiona does, understanding the reasoning but couldn’t quiet shake the Mantle Rat habit of pinching every penny.  

She knew adjusting and healing would be slow. Things was getting better. It still hurt, still felt off. Sometimes no matter what Fiona did, her hands still felt too cold. On good days, Fiona was the little spoon. On bad days, she was the big spoon so May could curl around her and bury her face in her chest. And when she finally did cry, Fiona immediately called Winter until she picked up.  

Or until Glade picked up on the third call.  

May was so shocked she stopped crying for a moment rubbing the tears out of her eyes just to make sure she wasn’t seeing things. Even Fiona had to blink a few times. Glade looked so much healthier. Cheeks fuller, shoulders broader, but there were bags under her eyes. Their hair was starting to grow back a few inches of curls a top their head while the sides were nicely cut and faded. It showed off their ears and when they twitched low with soft complaining noises it pulled at Fiona’s heart a little.  

“Aw kid… did we wake you up?” Fiona asked softly. There was more complaining noises, the adorable goat frowning and yawning. Then there was a hiss of the door and Winter’s voice.  

“Glade,” Winter sighed. Fiona’s ears fluttered at the sound and May instantly perked up at her voice. Gentle and patient, the soft side only children and a selected few saw. “Stop working for an hour and get some rest.” Glade stuck out their pierced tongue and turned the Scroll towards Winter. Fresh from the shower, and bathrobe barely closed… barely closed. Fiona missed those abs. She swallowed, trying to keep her eyes on Winter’s face.  

The Specialist blinked in surprised, quickly striding forward with a small and tired smile, “… Hey.”  

“Hey, Win,” May murmured, breath soft against Fiona’s skin. Fiona barely suppressed a shiver from the sudden heat under her skin. She took a deep breath, calming her self down. Winter went out of frame for a moment as she adjusted and moved around. Then Fiona’s Scroll showed Glade’s head on Winter’s lap and the women seated on her bed. They looked good together, very regal even casually. “You look better out of uniform, babe.”  

“I’ll forward your request to the General,” Winter said, that signature flat voice making Fiona and May smile.  

“Tell him we want mini skirts too,” Fiona chipped in. That finally broke the deadpan look, Winter rolling her eyes with a smile. “What? Your ass would look good in a mini-skirt.” At that Winter seemed to paused. Everyone’s tired brain took a moment to register what Fi just said. She did best to hold her ground and make it seem like a casual compliment like before.  

But after double teaming Robyn and their not-date group date at the carnival, it was way too obvious. Still Winter only blinked slowly, that small tired smile growing a little more in a way that made Fiona’s heart beat a little faster. She could definitely feel May’s heart beat.  

“As long as I keep my thigh high boots, maybe I’ll let you to dress me up more femininely,” Winter mused. There was a loud grumble from Glade. They even turned around, hiding from the light of the Scroll and burying their face into Winter’s stomach.  

It gave them a good view of the monstrosity attacked to their head. Possibly in their brain. Winter gently ran her fingers over it, massaging the sensitive skin there. It calmed Glade down, body relaxing and a breathy sigh making Fiona’s ears twitch.  

“Do you need ice?” Winter asked. Fiona and May tried to giggle at another tired grumble. It was a little forced, still unaccustomed to… to what Atlas has done. Glade shook their head no and Winter hummed a soft tune until they stopped fussing around.  

Fiona recognized the melody. Winter hummed it during their first mission together before she got familiar with their scents. It almost put her to sleep as well but May’s soft voice kept her up.  

“How are they? Both Glade and Silvio?”  

“Glade… Hasn’t said a word in a few days,” Winter said softly. Fiona’s snapped open, chest tightening. “It’s not from the procedure, just stress and…”  

“Trauma. Call it for what it is, Win.” May said voice firm. Then she relaxed and glanced and shifted shyly in Fiona’s arms. “Since… Since Glade is sleeping with you, can I, um… Can I sleep with Fiona and the others?”  

Winter forced herself to look calm, tensely raising an eyebrow. “Shouldn’t… you be asking them? You already know I’m alright with it-”  

"I- I meant… Not like that!" May hissed, going tense in Fiona’s arms- Fiona drew in a long gasp. Realization made her heart pound, body going to ridged her ears straighten out. It… it made sense! Why May never scolded her for all those little kisses and why she always stopped herself from kissing. May squirmed in her arms, trying to escape but Fiona only pressed her back to the couch and straddled her hips.  

She’s been wanting to kiss her since their first year. Since May first beat up that asshole and all the others that tried to haze her. Fiona barely stopped herself, their noses touching and May’s soft breaths mixing in with Fiona’s heavy pants. Fi growled at herself, clawing lightly at May’s shirt.  

Kissing Glade was just that, a kiss because she was riled up and she needed an outlet. Maybe after they get Glade away from Ironwood and they’ve recovered it’d be different… but kissing May wasn’t just a kiss.  

May and Winter were the first ones that protected her. First ones that sacrificed for her. Three years of being held in their arms when the stress finally got to her, watching their backs on the field, slaying Grimm and the little moments and memories like how May hates horror movies and Winter secretly loved drama.  

Robyn was scared of losing her because of those three years.  

Fiona huffed and pushed herself back so she could yell into the apartment, “Robyn, Joanna! Can I kiss May!”  

“Sure-”  

“Wait, what?!” Robyn interrupted her partner. Her leader practically sprinted into the living room. She blinked, swallowing hard with a soft blush. Fiona was getting frustrated. Semblance crawling restlessly under her skin. The need to touch, to feel May’s soft lips presses anywhere against her was making her tense. Fiona couldn’t tell if Robyn was turned on, embarrassed or scared. Probably all three since she stuttered, “S-sure…”  

Fiona pulled May up into a kiss only to sink her back into the couch again. For a moment she regret it, being so aggressive and quick because May was still for a few seconds. Sure May have wanted it but was she ready-  

The doubt immediately vanished, lightning and fire shooting through her spine as May kissed back. It was soft at first, unsure and timid but May was making these little needy noises. It had Fiona’s ears dancing, trying to focus. But it was so brief so Fiona tried for more. She got little sighs and mews, a hand clutching at her chest.  

Then a whimper when Winter’s voice came from the Scroll, dangled nearly forgotten in May’s other hand, “Robyn, I want to see.”  

Fiona broke the kiss, instantly missing the rush in her blood. Both of them watching Robyn aim the Scroll at their softly blushing and panting faces. During the kiss Joanna walked out to watch, standing besides an embarrassed Robyn with an irritatingly smug I-called-it grin.  

“What? Has our little lamb finally got cold feet?” Winter taunted. “You chased us so hard during our first date on the carnival too.”  

“Shut up, I’ll deal with you later,” Fiona mumbled, frustration boiling under her skin. Her semblance needed to touch something now. And knowing three people were watching… Energy coiling hot under her skin making her more than restless. So Fiona pressed her lips back onto May’s, teeth sinking slowly into her bottom lip.  

May shivered and moan, mouth opening and welcoming Fiona. She only groaned at how easy it was. May let her move her around, arching as Fiona slipped from on her hips to between her legs, shivering as one hand clawed into her blue hair, angling her head for a deeper kiss. When Fiona’s hand slipped under May’s shirt, the lion forcefully broke the kiss.  

“Nothing… nothing more than kissing until Winter is here,” May said between pants. She blushed hard, looking away. “At least for the first time…”  

“I’m not arguing against that,” Winter said. She sounded a little out of breath and flustered herself. “My orientation finishes in two days.”  

Fiona gasped, ripping her hands out of May’s shirt as her ears fluttered happily, “So we get to see you soon?” She asked. Winter nodded.  

“… Sweet,” May mumbled, trying hard to hide her happy smile.  

“Come on, ladies. Let Winter rest,” Joanna said picking the pair up from the couch. May tensed for a moment, not familiar with Joanna’s strength while Fiona only giggled and kissed Joanna’s lips.  

“Can we… leave the Scrolls on. Glade wakes up randomly at night and seeing you might help them.”  

“Long distance relationship when your barely half an hour away,” Robyn grumbled under her breath. She sighed and gave Winter a gentle smile, lavender eyes on Glade. “Don’t let Atlas break you too.” Winter scoffed at the idea.  

Fiona was surprised at how easy it was to find a comfortable position for all four of them. She was a little sad when May took her favorite spot onto of Joanna but Robyn spooning her around Joanna’s side and May’s hand softly massaging her ears was worth it.  

They heard a soft huff from the Scroll propped up on the night stand. As soon as Winter got dressed, which actually included a shirt since she was sleeping with a guest, and laid back in bed, Glade nuzzled up to her. Head tucked under her chin and strong arms squeezed her hard. Fiona barely heard the soft Faunus whimpers.  

“You’re okay…” Winter said softly petting their back. It took a bit of work to get them to let go so she could at least throw the lab coat off camera somewhere.  

Fiona fell asleep with her forehead pressed to May’s, Robyn’s soft breathing against her hair and Joanna’s slow and powerful heart beat. But her hands felt empty, a little too warm without Winter’s holding her, so she wrapped it in May’s braid and slowly drifted off. The smell of the forest, and flowers and spring, almost perfect.  

The two days till Winter’s day off was was a bit… chaotic. They decided to have a small dinner date at home so Winter could relax. Though Joanna and Robyn ended up being a nervous wreck.  

“You only have one chance to make a good impression on the youngest Specialist in Atlas history and I blew it!” Robyn said. “And the first thing I did was hit on both of her crush!”  

That made the two pause. Fiona stopped trying to distract May from her mobile game by peppering her blushing neck with kisses and May finally stopped pretending to play her game and set down her Scroll down. “Huh… yeah you did.”  

“Ugh, I can’t believe that stupid lambchop line ended up working,” Fiona sighed, half disappointed in herself. Then she heard May’s laugh and remembered she could kiss her to shut up so Fiona did just that. Still the rich girl sneered into the kiss.  

“Stop making out for a few minutes and help me decide on what to wear!” Robyn huffed at the two, throwing a jacket at their heads.  

May grumbled and rolled her eyes, “The point to staying home is to keep it casual, Hill. Fuck, Winter would probably like it if you wore your sleep wear.”  

“So… no pants, no bra, just panties and a shirt?”  

“Sounds like a good time,” Fiona said with a laugh. She snuggled up to May, pressing her back to her front while Robyn disappeared back into her closet to find something she thought would be good. “Do you have a dress?”  

“Not happening, Thyme!” Robyn yelled, blindly throwing another piece of clothes at the laughing duo.  

Joanna took it upon herself to cook. She dragged them to the store and was a little surprised when May’s hand naturally ended up in hers. Fiona blinked at it for a second, then grinned up at her, making the cute little lion blush and huff. Joanna kissed them both on their foreheads to get their attention.  

“I noticed Winter likes Mistral foods, very earthy and herbs. You think she’ll like some oxtail or dim sum?” May tried not to make a face at the first thing. Joanna’s brows pinched a little in panic, “It’s very good and tender-”  

Fiona pulled her shirt down so she could kiss her check because she couldn’t quite reach even if she was on her toes. “Your cooking is great. Win will eat anything you put on the table.”  

“Desert though,” May said. “Winter secretly has a sweet tooth, Klein bribed us all the time with candy.”  

“Oh! I know a good chocolate mousse recipe!” Joanna said gave May a quick peek on the lips before pushing the mountain of food to the baking section. It was quick and casual, Fiona wouldn’t count it as a first kiss but it still had May stunned.  

Fiona laughed softly as May stood still and stiff, blushing hard with her eyes glancing between the ground and Joanna’s wide back. Fiona could feel May’s heartbeat speed up in their linked hands.  

"By the Brothers, Win was right. You are such a bottom."  

“… Shut up, Fi.” May grumbled. Fiona only giggled, rolling onto her toes to kiss her.  

On the day of the date Fiona woke up to the smell of coffee and pancakes. But Joanna’s steady heartbeat and two soft snores told her she was the first one to wake up. The charging Scroll showed that the night long video call ended almost an hour ago. That… that meant-  

Fiona carefully slid herself out of Robyn and May’s hold. The three stayed up late last night, a little to anxious and excited to see Winter again. She wanted to run, to tackle the women to the ground but the first few steps were wobbly and legs were heavy with sleep. So instead she creped forward, quietly closing the bedroom door and adjusting to the dim kitchen lights.  

As expected, Winter was in the kitchen. That stupid Atlas uniform was a weird contrast to Joanna’s cute ‘Ask the Chief’ apron. The orientation and training must have sharpen her Aura detection skills because the moment Fiona was in the room, blue eyes were on her.  

Winter blinked a little surprised and embarrassed. The feint blush got deeper with every step Fiona took and spread to her neck and ears when Fiona was finally pressed, front to front with her former leader.  

“… Hey,” Winter said softly. Her hands hesitated for a moment before setting the spatula down.  

“Hey yourself,” Fiona kept walking forward till Winter’s back was against the counter. She could feel the large smile on her face, felt her hair tickling her wiggling ears.  

Winter was slow to relax after all those days in Atlas but when she did, she easily lifted Fiona up onto the counter. Fiona yelped a little surprise, hands immediately on her shoulders and feeling the flex of hard muscles. She was quickly catching up to Joanna.  

“I see your as spoiled as every, Ms. Thyme,” Winter purred against her lips. Fiona shivered. She forgot how cool and calm Win’s voice was. Almost condescending but the light in her blue eyes were far too playful.  

Then the words registered and Fiona pouted, “I’ve waited three years for this.” She confessed, slowly wrapping her arms around Winter’s neck.  

The women blinked in surprise, blush deepening for a moment. Fiona grinned, “And besides you always you like needy.” Before Winter respond Fiona finally stole a deep kiss from the Specialist.  

Winter wasn’t May. Wasn’t Robyn or Joanna, they all kissed differently and Winter’s was the most demanding one yet. She used full advantage of her height, angling her heard in a way that forced Fiona to submit, swallowing soft moans and cool hands balm-ed Fiona’s suddenly warm body, pressing at her bare back.  

Fiona was a brat, usually biting and deepening the kiss first. So when she suddenly felt Winter’s tongue, sliding against hers Fiona shivered and moaned softly in surprise. All too soon, the little lamb pulled away, gasping for breath while Winter was only blushing softly. She looked better happy, with a soft smile and completely relaxed, even in that stupid uniform. She reached up, pressing their foreheads and nose together. Taking in Winter’s soft smell, and the lingering scents of everyone else. “Welcome home, Win.”  

Winter gave a broken and side smile for a moment. She tried to hide it, burying her face into Fiona’s neck and hugging her tight, “I missed you idiots.”  

“I’d hope so,” Fiona said with a light laugh. This… this was going to be a rare thing. So Fiona let the women bury her fears for now.  

“I’m glad you woke up first, there was something I’ve been meaning to discuss with you.”  

“This isn’t a peace treaty, Win,” Fiona scoffed. She tried to keep the smile on and not make a face at that formal tone.  

But Winter only shifted a little too embarrassed. She quickly returned the forgotten pancake and flipped it before it burned. “It’s… about May.” Fiona raised a brow and hummed. Her hands wove through Winter’s hair messing up the tight bun a little each time. Winter gave her a playfully annoyed look but continued. “She um- wants to be pegged.”  

Fiona nearly pulled out Winter’s hair, jerking in surprise. The two definitely fucked, Fiona vividly remembers how riled up Robyn and Joanna was when the three came home to May screaming Winter’s name and begging on their first date. Fiona even shivered lightly, the feeling of Joanna holding her down and Robyn’s hands clawing her back as she ate her out a little too real.  

Fi shook her head out of her daydream, “You haven’t- she’s such a bottom! How haven’t you fucked her already?”  

“Since I took her virginity, May wants to give you her other one,” Winter confessed with a small blush. “And I never pegged a virgin before so-”  

“So you two have done nothing with her ass?”  

“Don’t be so crass, Thyme.”  

“Really?” Fiona asked with a wicked grin. “Not even a rimjob?”  

“Fi!” Winter blushed hard, trying to escape but Fiona grinned and locked her ankles around Winter’s back.  

“What?” Fiona asked in an a faux innocent tone, “I’m only getting to know my girlfriends better.” Winter glared lightly at her. “Seriously… not even-”  

“Yes! I’ve licked her ass!”  

Fiona snorted, head dropping to Winter shoulder with a hand over her mouth trying to smother a laugh. She always loved how Winter played her image just to break it in unexacting ways. Winter grumbled and huffed, shutting her up with a kiss-  

“Ahem.”  

Fiona nearly screamed, grabbing tight onto Winter. The other three stood at the hallway, sneering or chuckling. Or in May’s case, lovestruck and embarrassed. Winter huffed, picking Fiona up by her thighs and returning her to Robyn before pulling May into a kiss.  

A really deep one, that ended when May was pushed against the wall and the back of her neck cradled and angled. Robyn and Joanna playfully cheered, making their elites break apart with a blush. Only for a second before Winter kissed May again, just as deep but a little more heated. Fiona saw a flash of teeth and May moaned. “Oh…” Fi was still in Robyn’s arms and her own legs went weak. The playful cheers died down to soft and deep pants.  

Winter smiled stepping back with a pleased hum and eyes cutting to Robyn, “Finally lost that silver tongue of yours, Ms. Hill?”  

Robyn huffed, brows knitted and smirking at the challenge, “You know how I deal with authority, Specialist Schnee.”  

“Oh my gods, please don’t pull rank before breakfast.” Fiona said quickly fidgeting in Robyn’s arms. Fiona’s semblance was too hot under her skin, hands becoming a little to restless as she played with Robyn’s hair and massaged her neck and shoulders.  

She was suddenly grateful everyone liked to sleep near naked as possible and hated it at the same time. Fiona took a deep breath, trying to stop thinking about how she’d get Winter out of that stupid uniform. Winter laughed pulling May from the wall only to have her trapped besides Fiona, between their taller two girlfriends.  

“I think a little demonstration-”  

“Okay seriously,” Joanna interrupted, voice a little high and adorably panicked. She swallowed hard, trying to look innocent by looking away but Fiona new better. She was the biggest enabler, “If we fuck before our first real date I’m getting you all chastity belts!”  

Winter only laughed shaking her head and finally backing away. May took a deep nervous breath, quickly stepping behind Joanna to hide her blush and… Fiona brought her eyes up. She squirmed in Robyn’s arms feeling too hot. Her leader only tighten her grip and gave a light warning glance.  

“I- I can behave!” Fiona murmured, trying to get on her feet. She didn’t escape fast enough and was pinned down by all four of her girlfriends disbelieving stare.  

“That one store would disagree.”  

“It was May’s fault!” Fiona blurted out in panic, repeating Robyn’s words.  

“Why are you still trying to blame it on me?!”  

“Because Winter only riled me up to rile you up!”  

“Then it’s Winter’s fault!”  

“I’m going back to cooking,” WInter said with a grin, slowly stepping back only to be grabbed by Joanna. Winter did yelp when she was suddenly thrown across the living room and onto the couch.  

“You woke up before dawn, flew down here, cooked breakfast and made coffee,” Joanna listed with a small smirk, “Go enjoy your damn break, you work workaholic.”  

Winter huffed, meeting Joanna’s eyes calmly, "Yes ma’am," She said. Then Joanna was the one blushing again, shifting and grumbling and hiding her head in the fridge, looking for more things to cook.  

Before Winter could get up her three other girlfriends boxed her in. Robyn dropped Fiona onto Winter’s lap then pressed into one side while May pressed against the other.  

“So we get to keep you all day?” Fiona asked, finding her hands cupping Winter’s face. This rich girl was a little better at hiding her nervousness than May. But she was still unfamiliar with so much physical affection. Robyn played along, an arm slung over her shoulder and half nuzzling into Winter’s neck. May was content to hug and cuddle her missing girlfriend, pressing as much as her body to Win as she could.  

“Yes,” Winter answered softly in a nervous whisper. She couldn’t escape and Fiona loved feeling her skin warm up before seeing the blush. Those blue eyes flickered to Fiona’s to hear dancing ears then got stuck on her lips.  

“Good,” Fiona breathed slowly onto her lips. This was the women that saved her countless times from her own shitty teammate, that got him expelled. Her late night study buddy so she could keep hall her scholarships and unofficial sponsor when even that wasn’t enough.  

No amount of kisses would show Win how grateful she was, but Fiona could still try.

[frischkasekuchen]

Dreamtalia Carrie AU

Credits:

Kyokyo866: Reve, Nevo, World(Nicholas) and Dreamtalia in general

Thriftlita: Vanya

Hetalia: Hidekaz Himaruya

Carrie: Stephen King

Warning:

Swearing

Religion

Religious abuse

Child abuse

Self-harm

Starring:

Reve and World(Nicholas) as Carrie White

Nevo as Margaret White

Germany as Tommy Ross

Canada as Sue Snell

Vanya as Miss Desjardin

(Author's Note: I've finished reading the book a while ago so I wrote something to celebrate- also I think this'll be my last piece until after my exams..)

(Note: the way i’ve written thoughts in parentheses is mimicking how Stephen King wrote telepathic communication and thoughts in Carrie- he only used apostrophes)

Carrie Memory- Father

Reve was humiliatingly trying to slip on the lacy stocking for he had bought to go with the dress Nicholas made for him. He was hobbling on one foot- knocking into nearly everything in Nicholas’ bedroom.

Nicholas snickered,

( christ, you look funny)

at this point Reve looked like he was wrestling a boa constrictor- and losing.

“And-And-Annnnnnnnd-'' Reve teetered backwards, “Got it!” The left stocking slipped on as he fell on the bed.

Nicholas let out a loud “HA!” as Reve fussed the skirt of the dress out of his face. He pushed himself out and stomped over to Nicholas, who slammed his mouth shut.

Reve pouted, “Shaddup! Who’re you laughin’ at?”

“You-!” he squeaked.

“You ass-” Reve blurted out. He went over to his white open-foot 2-inch heels and gloves. Slipping on the opera gloves were easier than the stockings, they latched on to his arms with a ‘SNAP’, they covered his scars easily. Next were the shoes, he slipped them on and he tightened them with a ‘SNAP’ as well, much more comfortable than the mary-janes he was offered earlier. He walked over to the full-body mirror and looked his entire outfit over. Reve began to worry, he went over to the dresser and sat down on a stool to let Nicholas fix his hair.

Reve’s face grimaced as his head became a jambalaya of worries.

( what if he doesn’t like how i look do you think the dress is weird nicky do you think it’s wei)

Nicholas hummed a hymn softly as he tried to soothe Reve.

( i think you good like you steal someone’s date you could steal all the boys from their dates that’s what i think)

Reve shrinked.

(what if this is a big joke what if luddie and mattie come hooting and hollering at my get-up what if he calls me a fag i don’t wanna be what if stands me up o god o god)

Nicholas smirked.

(i’ll tear out his tongue and feed it to mattie for being a big fat liar i’ll throw his ride into the gym that’s what i’ll do)

Reve gave a playful smile in turn.

(naughty nicky o no don’t do that that kills people)

The door to Nicholas’ bedroom slammed open to reveal his darling father.

“Red,” Papa said, glaring daggers into Nicholas’ uniform. “‘Course it’d be red.”

“I’m wearing blue and white- not just red.” Nicholas scoffed as he helped Reve put on a faux-flower armband Ludwig had given him. He finished combing down all of Reve’s hair save for a cowlick that refuses to go down.

(i think you should go downstairs reve this will turn sour go downstairs and wait for me)

(no i won’t let that windbag hurt you i’m staying i’m not leav)

“Take off that uniform- burn it.” Papa said sharply, approaching. “You can stay home- we can pray for forgiveness.”

“I. Don’t. Want. To. Pray. That’s final, papa. We have to get ready for prom.” Nicholas said. Oh that’s what he said to ‘pa, the ultimate curse word- worse than the Eff Word. Nicholas pulled Reve up to his feet from the stool and draped a shawl across his shoulders.

(leave reve go downstairs and wait for vanya i don’t want you to hear this)

Papa stayed still and stunned as though he had been slapped. “.......Take off that uniform, burn it, there’s still-”

“No. I. Said. No. Go fuck yourself, ‘cause after prom- I’m coming to pack up.”

He smacked himself- hard, leaving a red mark. It looked like a scar, a bunch of scratches. Nicholas paid no mind. With a blank stare he turned to the wall rushed at it- head forward.

He slammed into the wall with a loud ‘THUD’, he burst into tears and screamed. Reve jumped and his face scrunched up, he took hold of his wrist and stroked it- knowing what was under the gloves.

(what why you don’t hurt yourself like that no no leave nicky out of this you don’t hurt yourself in front of others no no you do that alone alone in private i know i do stupid bad man)

Nicholas still did not falter.

Papa then stared at Reve- like an angry father meeting his daughter’s secret boyfriend, climbing through her bedroom window. “You.”

Reve backed up into a corner near an open window- as Papa rushed up and seized Reve’s throat. He shook him back and forth raving- a s Nicholas tried to pull them apart.

(nicky i can’t breathe help me i’m gonna be sick)

“You rat- you parasite-! This is your fault!” he moaned as Nciholas tried to smack him off of Reve.

(don’t touch him don’t you do that papa don’t hurt him hurt me instead hurt me HURT INSTEAD ME HURT ME HURT ME PLEASE GOD HURT ME HURT ME HURT ME HURT M)

“I tried to keep the devil out of my house- and it was so difficult- it almost worked-!” Papa gasped, throwing his head up and whining to the ceiling. “Then you-you came along and taught him about those- those whores! You’ve turned him into an agent of the Wicked One- ” he paused for a moment and stopped shaking Reve- yanking the boy to look straight into the eyes of madness.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Reve shrieked in confusion.

(o god i’m scared i’m gonna shit myself)

Flex.

Papa was flung to the wall. Reve fell against the window sill, as a car pulled up to the house. The three rushed to the window as a station wagon came to a stop.

Mr.Bazarov had stepped out of the car; he was wearing a light, mute blue three-piece tuxedo that surprisingly matched his eyes- with a tar black bowtie.

Papa flew into a panic, he grabbed Nicholas by his wrists- “Please. Nicholas you can just stay here with me-!”

“I don’t want to stay with you papa-!”

“I’ll answer the door- I’ll tell him you changed your mind- that you don’t want to be around him-!”

“Let me go-leave me alone-!”

“You heard ‘im he doesn’t wanna stay-!” Reve yelled nearly breathless.

“Sit down-.”

“I’ll tell him you’re sick-!”

“SIT DOWN BE QUIET!’

FLEX.

Papa was flung to the floor and Reve was flung out of the bedroom.

(reve wait downstairs i’ll deal with this)

The door slammed shut, and Reve finally decided to go to the door.

Reve slammed the door open- to meet Mr.Bazarov, pacing up and down the porch, the slam startled him.

“Faucher! It’s nice to see you!” Mr.Bazarov looked him up and down. “This is wonderful handiwork!” he said,coming closer and examining the homemade dress. “Where’d you get something like this?”

“Nicky made it for me, he didn’t really want me- us- to go to prom- but he wanted to help me get a dress.” Reve said, stepping out on the porch and twirling to give him a full view of the pink gown. “He thought it was too plain but I like it!”

“That’s wonderful-! But where’s Nicholas?” Mr. Bazarov asked.

(oh shit)

“He’s-.” Reve was about to explain, before everything went awry.

(AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA)

Everyone outside, even Ludwig and Matthew who were still in the car-and now leaving to investigate- put their hands over their ears. A scream rang out, a scream from Nicholas- but it wasn’t as vocal as it sounded.

(LEAVE ME ALONE GET IN THE CLOSET LEAVE ME ALONE GET IN THE CLOSET LEAVE ME ALONE GET IN THE CLOSET LEAVE ME ALONE GET IN THE CLOSET LEAVE ME ALONE GET IN THE CLOSET LEAVE ME ALONE GET IN THE CLOSET LEAVE ME AL)

Windows and doors all over the house slammed open, and they heard Papa screaming his head off. “Nicholas stop this! Don’t you dare-!”

Finally, everything finally stopped opening- just closed. Save for Papa’s screaming- now accompanied by sobbing.

“N-Nicholas please! Don’t-They laugh at you-THEY’LL LAUGH AND YOU KNOW IT!” he howled. “COME BACK-PLEASE- I’LL PROTECT YOU! I JUST WANT TO HELP!” Footsteps were approaching, fast and loudly- and intensified as Papa’s tirade continued.

“COME BACK-! THEY’RE GONNA LAUGH AT YOU! YOU FOOL! THE LORD IS NOT MOCKED! COME BACK AND PRAY!”

“SHUT UP!” Nicholas screamed into the air, “STAY IN THAT CLOSET- and don’t say a word until I’m gone.”

Everyone outside could finally breathe again as they had been holding their breaths.

Nicholas choked out a sob, “I’ll be home at 11:30, and if you’re good- I won’t leave like this again, okay?”

“................”

“I’m sorry Papa, I love you.” Nicholas hiccupped.

Now a quartet of Mr.Bazarov, Matthew, Reve and Ludwig met Nicholas as he stepped out onto the porch.

Mr.Bazarov approached him and put a hand on his back and rubbed it, bending over to see if Nicholas was crying. “Boy-boy are you alright?”

Nicholas simply nodded.

(please please hold me please someone hold me)

Reve came over and embraced Nicholas. “That was very brave of you Nicky, very brave.”

“Sorry to interrupt-” Ludwig had finally spoken, “But- is everyone ready to go?”

Nicholas said, “Yes, we’re raring to go.”

Reve turned to Ludwig and whispered, “Um, how do I look?”

Ludwig gave him a small smile with a red face, “Wunderbar.” before shoving his face in his hands.

Reve tilted his head, “Eh?”

“Wonderful- he means wonderful.” Matthew said butting in.

Reve swore steam was coming out of his ears like a kettle.

(ohohohohohohohohohoho)

“Thank you.”