#uhhh holy shit thank you for liking my stuff enough to want to talk about it with other ppl like?!?!?!
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hihi I read a lot of your stuff but mostly affa and I was wondering if you would ever consider making a discord server for it / you fics ? Also you're an amazing amazing writer and I can't wait for the next chapter or affa !
✨ Hi, sweetie!!! ✨
First of all, thank you so much for such a lovely compliment!! I’m so happy with the response affa has been getting lately, yall are the bestests fr <3
Honestly just the concept of a discord server for my fics is like… both a huge honor and also something I haven’t actually considered?
But like… yeah, that would be? Awesome? Such a dream?? Like just a discord of ppl talking about my writing sounds?!? Fucking unreal tbh lmao
I’m not sure there’d be like much of an interest in that though, but I can definitely bring it up and see if that’s smt people would want. If it is though, I’d be all for that tbh, like the possibility genuinely makes me a bit giddy lmao but yeah idk if that’d be like a reality for now yk?
I mean, I just made a twitter two days ago, so a discord server for my stuff seems a bit much for now? I do absolutely love the idea though and I’m 100% down if that’s smt people want so like… we’ll see I guess?
Genuinely though, I am super honored that that’s smt you would want, regardless of how much interest there is otherwise! Things here on tumblr have been kinda slow lately, but I will certainly throw your suggestion around other places too and see if that’s smt ppl would even want and we can go from there I guess
But thank you for suggesting it and for reading my stuff AND for taking the time to come here and be a sweetheart about it, this is so dearly appreciated, you have no idea <3
#uhhh holy shit thank you for liking my stuff enough to want to talk about it with other ppl like?!?!?!#bro the way I am HONORED#also lmao#me shamelessly being like well idk about a discord server but I do have a twitter now :)#guys baby steps#BABY STEPS#but yeah#I mean yk#if you want one#blushes and twirls my hair#I wouldn’t like deny the people what they want#LMAO#but like yeah sure of course we’ll see we’ll see#idk if it can happen NOW#but I will definitely be keeping this in mind#anyway anyway#aaahhhh <3#ask tag#anon tag#affa
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Okay okay okay *inhales deeply*
First of all: I'd like a male character, if platonic or romantic is irrelevant to me and I'm leaving that up to you.
So my personality is pretty bubbly I'd say, I can talk a shit ton and keep a conversation going as long as I'm interested in it, if I'm not you'll most likely notice bc I'm not good at hiding my non exited interest in things (and I don't want to hide it either). I'm out going, I love to meet new ppl - both irl and online. But I can also listen. Like sitting still and keeping eye contact is not something I can do but I can stare at a wall and listen to people for hours - I forget most of it the second they end their sentence but that's bc my short term memory is trash (thank you social media, you ruined my brain for good)
I love art. No matter what type of art. Poetries, stories, painting, music whatever it is I love it. I also love my hyperfixations and will teach you the lore of whatever it is that's stuck in my head - I usually send like 10 minutes voice messages to my bestie just rambling about whatever's going through my head. I love to watch the stars, out of my friend group I'm the star (my childhood bestie is the moon, my other bestie's the moon) so that only makes sense ig
My personality type is ENFP if that helps idk.
My hobbies are bouldering, skating, painting, writing uhhh going on late night drives w das homies. I design and sew clothes, I create OCs (sometimes) I'm super interested in fashion bc that shit's simply my thing. I know how to style stuff to make it look good (my friends literally ask me for advice sometimes which makes my lil fashion heart bloom, I love to channel my inner Velvette)
I'm pretty self reflected and self aware, I curse a LOT (trying my best to not write "fuck" or "fucking" in every sentence, it's hard) I am confident mainly bc idc what ppl think about me, like fuck em who r they to judge?
I have short, messy brown hair, green eyes and fucking pale skin (basically a vampire at this point) before I get tan I get my skin burned bc my skin's sensitive af. I do have freckles though they're more visible during summer. I'm 5'3 ish, dress like your typical skater punk and love to wear eyeshadow (brown eyeshadow simply looks good on me)
People say I'm funny so I'm gonna say I'm funny. Uh I think that should be it.
Fandom: Helluva Boss
Blitzø!! (Romantic)
After knowing you for a while (not enough we must be friends for life shawty) we are very Blitzø coded.
Which is why you need him to be your partner in crime!!
100% rants to you about his love for horses
Will get all lovestruck when you take him horse riding!!
"I had no clue I could fall in love with you anymore. But holy fuckin' hell babe... I'm going to suck the shit outta your dick tonight."
Your personalities mesh so well together!!
He's your hype man!!
And you're his!!
"Yeaaa!! You get him babe!!! That's my boyfriend you know. Did I mention I suck his dick every night? Fuck him up danger dick!!"
Both of you forgetting literally everything. It's so bad please take either Millie or Moxxie with you when you're on missions.
This is the both of you -> (´・ω・`)?
"Wait what were we gonna do?"
"I don't remember."
"Fuck- Moxxie what are we doing?"
Adores all forms of your art. Thinks your patchwork is so sick!! Your painting and writings too!! He loves all of it!!
"Holy shit- You made that jacket? Babe. Can you make me one?"
He finds your sense of fashion so hot. The whole vibe is so hot to him. Just watching you walk around all relaxed and confident has him all black in the cheeks and flushed. (Cause they have black blood see what I did there hehe ( •̀ ω •́ )P )
"Fuck. Your outfits make you look so hot..."
Doesn't mind listening to your ramblings but he must have his turn to ramble too!! ♪(^∇^*)
"Wait so the British man- kills kids?? Slow down- start again what is this about a robot bear-"
Seeing as me and him have the same MBTI type (ENTP gang pull up) You will get along just fine with him.
Please please please please I beg of you get into debates or arguments with him, spice up your life. I'm saying this with personal experience that if you don't jokingly bicker with each other shit gets so boring so fast.
Besties that are dating vibes.
Thinks that your skating is so cool too.
"Do a flip!! Oh shit he did a flip-"
You swear a lot? He swears a lot. Don't worry about it.
"FUCK FUCK FUCK- Ohh shit!! MOXXIE GET YOUR FLAT ASS IN HERE RIGHT NOW!! OR I'LL CUT OFF MY OWN DICK AND IMPALE YOU WITH IT FOR FUCKS SAKE!!"
Wants you to do makeup on him but is too scared to ask.
Steals your clothes I don't make the rules.
#matchups#not selfship#ask#friends selfship <3#ari matches˚༘⋆ ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖#this is just me talking about our friendship atp
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I feel there isnt enough sapnap x karl x quackity x reader, so can I request sap x karl x quackity x y/n where everone js tired at the end of the day, and despite having separate rooms, they all collapse together in one person’s bed
sapnap x karl x quackity x reader (HOLY SHIT THE POLY SHIP REQUESTSSSSSSS)
Trigger warnings: swearing
premise: vidcon pannels and meeting fans can be tiering, and maybe by the time the day is done you and all of your crushes collapse into bed together without realizing until the next morning ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯
“Blep” talking
‘blep’ thinking
(y/n/n)- your nickname
(y/s/n)- your screen name
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Ah vidcon, a content creators dream, or worse nightmare, or in your opinion, wild trip that lasted three days.
~~
It was your first time seeing anyone from the Dream SMP in a while, and your were practically buzzing with excitement by the time you were getting off the plane in California.
You fiddled with your carry on as you made your way towards baggage claim, grinning upon hearing a yell of “Oh my god is that (Y/n) from the internet!?”
You turned to see Alex standing just outside the gate he’d landed at, quickly you ran to hug him, stomach filling with butterflies at his touch. “Wait it’s Alex from the internet!”
You both laughed as you pulled away, starting back to baggage claim, “Are you excited for vidcon?” He asked.
“Yeah, what I’m not excited for is having to share a house with you idiot for a weekend.”
He scoffed, “What do you mean? It’s gonna be fun!”
“Oh yeah, the entire SMP together in one house, is such a good idea. It’s gonna be chaos!”
“That’s the fun part!”
“I like to sleep at night without being interrupted by random screaming and stuff.” You argued.
“I’m sure there won’t be random screaming.”
“You seriously underestimate Tommy.” By now you had made it to baggage claim and began to look around for the right carousel.
You split up, planning on meeting back by the door to wait outside for Bad, who had arrived the day before and was picking people up, a few at a time.
After waiting at one carousel for a few minutes your suitcase came rolling out, but as you went to grab it someone else grabbed it from behind you, a familiar voice drawling, “Hey, hey.”
Grinning you turned to see Nick smiling back at you, “Hey yourself.”
He hugged you, and again your stomach filled with butterflies.
Pull away you smiled, “Come on, I think I left Alex just over there.”
Grabbing your suitcase in one hand, and his hand in the other you tugged him off toward where you’d left Alex, calling, “Alex look who I found!” as soon as he was in view.
Nick dropped your hand to grab Alex’s to pull him into a hug, and you found yourself fighting a grin at how red Alex's face turned.
“Bad texted me that he’s almost here!” You announced after checking your phone.
“Who else is he picking up?” Nick asked.
“Uhhh,” You pulled the messages back up, “Karl and Fundy, and then Wilbur is supposed to be getting another rental car and driving the rest of the Europeans when they get here, minus George cause apparently he also flew out early.”
You all headed out towards the pick up area, weaving through the crowds of people you felt Nick grab the back of your shirt, and when you looked back at him in question he muttered, “So I don’t lose you Idiot.”
All you could do was hope your face was clear of any blush as you smiled back.
You all ended up stood near the curb when a voice cut through the chatter, “Hey gu-uys!”
“Karl!” The three of you exclaimed as he ran through the crowd towards you.
Upon reaching you he some how managed to get his arms around all of you enough for a group hug, and you laughed, “Shouldn’t you be at the other gate?”
“Yeah, but I thought I saw you guys so I came over here, and I was right!”
Alex cocked an eyebrow, “What if it wasn’t us?”
“uhhh, I dunno, awkwardly ran at random people?”
You all laughed, and Nick scoffed, “You’re ridiculous.”
After a few more minutes of waiting, a car slowed near the curb, Fundy’s head practically falling from passenger window, “I’m looking for some youtubers, dumb American ones, you seen any?”
Bad smacked him, “they aren’t dumb, hey guys!”
You waved at them as the guys started loading their suitcases into the back of the car, and after Karl insisted he take yours as well, you slid into the back seat, “What’s the house situation like?”
“It looks like just about everyone will get there own room,” Bad reported, “But Tommy, Tubbo, Ranboo and Purpled are sharing the room with the bunk beds, because Clay designated it as the kids room.”
You snickered as Alex climbed into the back next to you, leaving Nick and Karl to take the spots in the middle row of the van.
“And obviously cause Kristen’s coming she and Phil are sharing, and then Eret said he, Puffy, and Niki would take the room with the double beds,” Fundy offered, “Which means the rest of us should get single rooms.”
Alex elbowed you, “Told you wouldn’t get stuck with random screaming.”
“Oh there's still time for that.”
~~
After getting to the airbnb and racing Fundy for one of the bigger rooms that was left (it was decided Phil and Kristen would get the master bedroom, and Clay had already claimed the biggest guest bedroom), you dropped your suitcase in one corner and brought your toiletries bag in the shared bathroom between your and Nick’s rooms, before flopping back onto your bed.
No more than three minutes passed before Karl wandered into your room, flopping down next to you, “Ranboo and Sam are making nachos, and Dream and Nick found a foosball table in the garage, so a mini tournament is being organized if you want in.”
“Foosball?” You questioned.
“Yeah, it’s gonna be fun.”
You allowed him to tug you up, and followed him down from the left hall of bedrooms, through the living room and to the connected garage where George was yelling over everyone to try and form teams.
“Me and (Y/n) are a team!” Nick announced, grabbing your hand to pull you towards him.
“Okay, that leaves Big Q and Karl as the last team for now! When other people show up they can join.” George announced.
The rest of the day passed in a blur of foosball games, nacho’s nearly being spilled everywhere and the rest of the people arriving.
~~
The next day was the first day of vidcon, and after getting dressed in some casual clothes you grabbed your laptop and headed out to the living room, mostly empty in the quiet house, with the exception of Tubbo, who was flipping through tv channels, and Phil, who was tinkering around in the kitchen.
“So what’s your plan for the day?” Tubbo asked, finally having settled on a baking show.
“Uhh, stress about the panel until it’s time for the panel, hang out, maybe find a pizza place, you?”
“Me and Tommy are just gonna wander the convention center most of today cause I don’t have anything until the meet and greet tomorrow, then when he has to go I think me, Ranboo and Fundy might be going to mess with dream george and sapnap during the dream team panel. What’s you first panel about?”
You glanced back down at your laptop, “It’s listed as ‘small creators with a big part’”
From the kitchen you heard Phil chuckle.
“Oh cool.” Tubbo smiled, turning back to his show.
You looked back down at your laptop, reading over the possible sample questions and discussion topics, you wanted to be mentally prepared for this.
At some point, as the rest of the house began to stir Alex shuffled out from the hallway and plopped down in between you and Tubbo on the couch, throwing his legs up in your lap.
“Good morning.”
He groaned, “Why is it so early?”
“It isn’t,” you laughed, flicking at his forehead, “Your just jet lagged.”
“Is there coffee here?”
As if on cue Nick, who had come over from the kitchen, offered him a mug, “Phil made a big ass pot of it.”
“Oh thank fuck!” He took the cup greatfully.
Nick smiled, handing you the other mug before going back for his own as Karl flounced into the room and plopped down on the other couch, “Good morning!”
“Morning Karl!” You smiled.
“oooo, are we watching cake wars?” He asked excitedly.
Tubbo nodded and launched into an explanation of what had happened so far in the episode.
Eventually everyone woke up and was gathered around in the living room and kitchen, drinking coffee and tea as they planned for the day.
“Well if most of us have different things planned why don’t we just plan to meet back up here before dinner?” Niki suggested.
A half asleep Wilbur nodded, “Sounds like a good idea.”
Techno snickered at his grogginess, elbowing him lightly, “I guess the first panel really will be sleepy boys inc.”
If Wilbur had been fully awake he probably would’ve elbowed him back, but instead just muttered, “Shut up.”
“Okay! So we meet back here for six yeah?” Bad asked.
Everyone nodded, and disappeared back to their various places around the house to get ready.
Back in your room you put your laptop away and got the last of your things ready for the panel, even though it wasn’t starting for a few hours.
“(Y/n)! Your panel’s at 12 right?” Nick half yelled through the open bathroom doors.
“Yeah?”
“Okay cool, do you wanna come with me, Alex and Karl? Apparently Jimmy and all them just got in.”
“Sure.”
You had talked to the famed, ‘Mr. Beast’, a few times, and had even been in one or two of his gaming videos, so before you knew it Alex was stealing the keys to one of the rental cars and you were off.
“Yeah we just left the airbnb.” Karl, said into his phone. There was a pause before he said, “Oof, I’m glad I came out early then.” Another pause and then he laughed, “Nimrods. We can stop for food if you want?”
A few minutes later he ended the call, leaning up between the front seats, “The gang requires food, we’re taking a pit stop to taco bell.”
“Taco bell? At 9 in the morning?” Alex questioned.
“Yeah apparently the nimrods forgot to get food before they left the airport, and now their stuck in traffic. We’re gonna meet them at the hotel.”
You chuckled, “Sounds like a Jimmy move. Let me guess, they forgot because none of them slept and they took a red eye?”
“What the fuck is a red eye?”
You looked back at Nick, incredulous, “You don’t know what a red eye is? Oh my god you privileged fool!”
Alex snorted, “It’s a really early flight Nick. Like, a you get to the airport for 11pm, and end up eating breakfast when you get to the other airport, flight.”
“Or, a get to the airport for anytime between 11pm and 4am and regret your life choices while waiting for your plane.” You offered.
“In other words, hell.” Alex finished, pulling into a drive thru.
“Yikes, why would anyone do that?” Nick asked.
“It’s cheap.” Karl said.
“Planes are less crowded, so are the airports.” Alex added.
You smiled, “I do it for the feeling of a lineal space. There's no vibes like airports from 11pm to 4am.”
They all laughed, and Karl quickly unrolled his window to order an ungodly amount of food.
~~
Unsurprisingly, after that the day passed in a blur, the panel going pretty well, and then the impromptu meet and greet outside the meeting hall, trying to make it through the convention center with Clay and Nick without being mobbed, and then suddenly everyone was back at the airbnb getting ready for dinner.
“(y/n) you bitch why are you taking so long in there!” Tommy yelled through the bathroom door.
“I’m trying to fix my hair from when you threw water at me prick! There's five other bathrooms in this house go find another one!” You yelled back.
Distantly you could hear Bad yell, “Language!”
“Everyone is in the other bathrooms!”
Giving up on your hair you set the brush back down and recapped the container of paste, turning and opening the door to your room, “Alright, fine.”
“That wasn’t that hard was it?” Tommy asked, moving past you into the bathroom.
“Don’t touch my stuff.” You instructed, striding out of the room and down the hall.
Out in the living room Eret was humming as they cleaned up the last of the later Tommy had gotten everywhere as the rest of the group started to assemble.
Once everyone was finally ready, and the final arguments of who would take which car, you were shoved into the back of one of the vans with Karl and Alex, making all of the anxiety that had dissipated after the panel came flooding back, especially when Nick, who was sitting on the bench seat in front of you, turned to join the conversation.
The night was spent trying to keep blush off your face whenever Karl’s knuckles brushed yours, when Nick’s arm found it’s way around the back of your chair, or when your and Alex’s knees bumped.
‘God’, you had thought, ‘this is like some romcom shit.’
After Tommy’s fail attempt to steal a set of car keys and try and drive home -Phil smacked him upside the head, Niki snatched the keys from his hand, Kristen started to lecture him, all while the rest of you laughed your asses off- The bill was paid, and everyone piled back up into the cars, already starting to plan a movie night.
Upon getting back to the airbnb, you headed back to your room to change back into the hoodie and comfortable pants you had been wearing earlier, heading back into the living room in time to steal Punz’s seat on the couch with Nick and Karl.
When Alex squeezed into the spot between you and Nick, you could’ve sworn you saw Techno smirking and Puffy waggling her eyebrows toward you, how they found out about your stupid group crush you had no clue, but then Clay and Skeppy started to argue over what movie to put on.
Tubbo ended up taking the remote from Clay, and from where he was sitting In front of one of the couches, tossed it over to Phil on the other side of the room, who said, “We’ll do a vote then!”
A movie was selected democratically, some cheesy action movie began to play, and at some point you half turned, propping your legs up across the boys laps as Alex maintained a running commentary on the movie, just loud enough for you and Nick to hear, and Karl absently traced small shapes into your ankles.
~~
The second day of vidcon was the most hectic, with you, Nick and Alex were going to watch the Mr. Beast panel Karl got to be a part of, plus both the dream smp panel and the meet and greet later in the day.
You had woken up to Karl and Alex jumping on top of you, “Wake up! You’re gonna be late!”
You groaned, struggling to shove them off, “What time is it?”
“8:27.” Alex said, sliding off your bed.
“Fuck,” You muttered, “Get off me, what the hell happened to my alarm?”
“You left your phone in the other room, when it went off it woke us up.” Karl explained.
“He means it woke him up and he felt the need to wake me up,” Alex complained as you sat up now free of the people laying on you, “Why the hell is your alarm set so early?”
“It’s not early, I just wanted to be able to get ready without being in anyone’s way.”
Karl nodded, “Makes sense.”
“C’mon, let’s give them time to get ready.” Alex grabbed Karl’s arm, half dragging him out of the room.
You quickly got ready, pulling on a nicer button down, plus a jacket that was one of the first from your new merch line.
You finished your hair, plugged in your phone and headed out to the kitchen where Fundy seemed to be attempting to make pancakes, dragging Karl into the process as well.
You sat down next to Alex and Ranboo, “How long do you think until they burn the house down?”
“I am not going to burn the house!” Fundy exclaimed.
You reached over and turned down the heat on the griddle, “Well you were gonna burn something.”
Ranboo snickered, “They aren’t wrong.”
“Shut up Ranboob!” Fundy retorted.
They continued to bicker as Tubbo emerged from up stairs, shoving Fundy out of the way to take over the griddle. “You’re all ridiculous.” He muttered.
“Yeah no shit.” You sighed.
“Language!” Bad yelled from the dining room.
“French!” Eret called back as she entered the kitchen, “Morning guys!”
“Morning!” Tuboo chirped, starting to flip some of the pancakes.
“It’s panel day!” Tommy yelled, charging down the stairs, “Those best be chocolate chip Tubbo!”
Karl held up the bag of chocolate chips he been scattering into some of the pancakes, and Tommy grinned, “Karl my man!”
~~
Once breakfast was eaten and the dishes cleared everyone loaded back up into the cars to head to the convention center, everyone splitting up again, planning to meet back in the right area in time for the full panel.
Karl headed off to meat with Jimmy and the guys as You Alex and Nick took spots in the audience.
Once they took to the stage Nick leaned over and elbowed Alex, “Bet you 10 bucks when they open for questions you don’t go up just to flirt with Karl.”
Alex glared at him, “10 bucks isn’t worth it.”
You held back a laugh, “I’d throw in another 20.”
Alex considered this with a sigh, “Deal, but only if we get milkshakes later.”
You and Nick agreed, and soon enough when they opened up for audience questions Alex started to stand up, but immediately sat back down blushing slightly, “No.”
“Damn.” Nick sighed. “We’re still getting milkshakes.”
Once the Mr. Beast panel had ended you all went to meet up with Karl and head off to the dream smp panel.
2 o'clock rolled around and the panel moderator began to announce everyone, one by one, and you managed to force down your anxiety, taking your place on the stage between Karl and Nick when the mod called, “(y/s/n), one of the first people to actually join the dream smp.”
You sat down, smiling at the audience and quickly sneaking out your phone to take a quick video of your friends and then a pan of the crowd to put on twitter later.
Once everyone was on stage the moderator looked up and down the long table, “Wow, there are a lot of people on stage right now, is this everyone from the server?”
Clay nodded, “Just about, we have a few others, Alyssa, Callahan, Ponk and Antfrost, who had other stuff going on, but for the most part, this is everyone from the server.”
“This is honestly incredible, how, how are you guys all feeling about being here? I know this is the first Dream SMP panel, but you guys have been to vidcon before right?”
“Most of us,” George laughed, “I think the only one who hasn’t is (y/s/n), there first ever panel was yesterday.”
The mod looked over at you, “So, how does it feel to be at your first vidcon?”
You laughed nervously, “Well, I mean, I’ve been to vid con before, but I was always out there in the audience, it’s- it’s pretty nerve wracking to be up here.”
The topic shifted and after that things seemed to move more quickly.
In the blink of an eye the first hour and a half was spent and people from the audience began to ask questions.
“Wilbur, as the main writer for roleplaying on the server is it hard to keep track of character specifics and story arcs or is it all just written in with the scripts?”
Someone asked.Wilbur hummed, “Well I guess in part it’s written in the scripts, but I think I should turn this question over to (y/s/n), they’ll have a more interesting answer.”
Everyone turned to you.
“Well, in my mind it isn’t all that hard, but I am literally the kid who memorized long monologues for fun.” You chuckled, “Once the first revolution arc started and the server really started to turn to roleplaying I started a google doc that now gets updated constantly. I have running tabs on current arcs, details on arcs that have ended and then there's detailed character descriptions.
“I don’t necessarily write down bits to add while I’m streaming or anything, but most of the time it has to be the middle of the night or I won’t file anything correctly.”
Nick chuckled, “I have seen the document, it is terrifying.”
“Didn’t someone open it to see you updating in the middle of the night once?” Ranboo asked.
Alex nodded, “Yeah that was me, it was very traumatic, like, I blinked, and then there was another fifty words on the page.”
You dropped your head in your hands, “It was the night after the whole election thing! Techno joined the server and then I had to add a whole ‘nother character profile, and he and his stupid English major were making things complicated!”
“Listen man, I just wanted to make sure I had a backstory that fit into the story line, ‘s not my fault when Wilbur lets Dream have partial control of thing the storyline ends up non cohesive.”
People laughed, and the topic was changed with the next question.
~~
Two and a half hours later, an extra hour after the panel was supposed to end, (there was just so many extra questions), you headed off stage, and were all rushed across the center for the meet and greet, which had been pushed back in time with the panel.
You felt bad for making the fans wait, but the organizers assured you that it was fine, most of the fans had been at the panel anyway.
In the big open hall the orginizors spilt everyone up into groups of threes and fours, the way fans could move down the line and see everyone.
Inevitably you ended up with Karl, Nick and Alex, at the end of the long sections of people.
“Holy shit man, how is it already 6?” Alex asked.
“Who knows.” Nick muttered glancing down at his phone.
“Dude this is supposed to go for like three hours too.” You complained, rocking up on your heals to look down the line, seeing the first groups of people starting to move past Tommy, Tubbo and Fundy.
“We’ll be fine! It’s always fun to meet fans!” Karl said, though he did look slightly wary.
After another three hours of talking to fans, signing things, and taking pictures the last group of people finally made it to your section.
“Hey! They saved the coolest for last!” The boy exclaimed.
“Hell yeah they did!” Alex half yelled back, some how still managing to keep up the enthusiasm.
“Here, let’s get you guys all in a picture together!” His mother said, motioning for you to all stand together. You slung an arm around the kids shoulder, smiling at the camera. “
“Okay serious question time, which one of us is the best?”
“Uhh,” the boy looked from person to person, “probably you (y/s/n), your contents really cool but your under rated.”
You grinned, offering him a fist bump, “ha! See that’s the third person in the last hour!”
Karl scoffed, “but I got like six people over all.”
“I only got five.” Alex pouted.
You rolled your eyes as the boy asked, “So if you guys are in a poly relationship on the server does it create problems with your friendship in real life?”
You all froze, except for Nick who somehow seemed to know this was coming, “Well, in game and out of game relationships are different, sure you can ship all you want, but that doesn’t mean stuff actually happens in real life.”
The kid nodded, “Cool, hey I saw your stream like, during quesrentine, just a question, how many people have tried to fight you today?”
You laughed, “at least 15 took pictures with him squared up.”
A few minutes more and the kid was gone, being ushered away by his mom, and you glanced at your phone, “holy shit it’s already 9:15.”
“Where did the time go?” Kale asked incredulous.
~~
After meeting back up with the rest of the group you all headed off to terrorize a McDonald’s, drawing a lot of attention from random fans as you all scarfed down food.
By the time you got back to the Airbnb it was nearly 11pm and everyone was exhausted.
After quickly getting ready for bed you a collapsed.
~~
The next morning you woke up, and for a moment worth your eyes still closed you were perfectly content with the warmth pressed agasint you.
Then you came fully too, realizing that, no, you weren’t fully swaddled in your comforter, you were laying in a bed with other people.
Opening your eyes you blinked away sleep, looking down, confused to see Alex asleep with his head on your chest.
Turning your head you saw that it was Nick on your other side an arm wrapped around you both.
Karl was half sprawled across all of you, similarly to the airport, as if he could hold all of you at once. You sat in shock for several moments before realizing you were in fact, trapped in bed.
Alex’s fingers were tangled with yours, Nicks nose was pressed into your neck, and you could have sworn Karl shifted in his sleep, as if to get closer to you.
‘Well,’ you thought, ‘might as well make the most of it.’ As settled back down to fall back asleep.
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Once you had all woke again, no one spoke as they headed back to there own rooms, and your crossed back through the bathroom form Nicks.
~~
The rest of the day past, still no one speaking about it, and that night you found yourself laying in your own bed, wondering why it felt so wrong.
There was muffled whispers from Nicks room, and you quietly got up, moving into the bathroom to hear better.
Unfortunately for you Nicks door to the bathroom was still open, so you couldn’t eavesdrop as planned.
Karl and Alex were both sat on the bed next to each other as Nick paced. “What’s going on?” You asked quietly
“Would- would it be weird if we cuddled again?” Alex asked hesitantly.
“We were debating asking you.” Karl admitted.
Nick nodded, “You don’t have to, it’s just- we-“
Quietly you crossed the room, climbing into the bed instead of answering the question outright.
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“Is- I- am I stupid, or is this something?” Alex whispered.
Vidcon had ended and even with the long weekend everyone was staying in California the time had gone all to fast.
You, Alex, Karl and Nick had continued to cuddle every night, still not talking about it during the day.
“Do you think it could be?” Was your only response, continuing to card your fingers through Karl’s hair.
“It seems like it already is.” Nick said.
Karl yawned, “I think I’d like it to be.You nodded,
“me too.”
“Me too.” Nick agreed.
Alex smiled, “I guess it’s decided then.”
The dark room was quiet another moment before you snickered, “It’s cannon irl now guys. What will the fans think?”
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Hickeys and Revenge - Bakugou Katsuki
Bakugou x f!reader
Warnings: angst, crack, swearing, fluff
Summary: Bakugou learned his lesson from his cheating prank but you weren’t satisfied quite yet. The man really almost broke you so to get back at him, you decided to pull this little masterpiece.
A/N: H/T means Hair Type!!! This is also related to this fic which you should read in order to understand the beginning of this story.
BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST
“Mina. Get your ass over here, I need you to suck on my titts.”
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You couldn’t hold your laughter as you demanded your best friend to come and give you hickeys over the phone.
Not too long ago, your lovely boyfriend, Bakugou Katsuki, decided to pull a little prank on you. It wasn’t uncommon. You were the type of couple to enjoy a laugh every now and then but there was only one rule. No cheating pranks, no breaking up pranks. That was all. However, after being on a losing streak, your boyfriend decided to pull a little prank that very much broke the rules. In the end, he was also hurt but at least you knew he wouldn’t be pulling anything stupid like that again.
After that, you both went back to normal. You guys were once again happy, loving, cuddly, all the good stuff. But something in the back of your mind knew you weren’t quite satisfied with Katsuki’s punishment. You decided you had to feed the flames just a bit more to have your revenge. This ended up with you pulling a little hickey prank.
Now you were a prank master! You were skilled, smart, creative, and maniacal. Things had to be just right when it came down to it. That is why instead of using makeup like anyone else would, you’re looking for real, authentic hickeys. Since you obviously can’t have your boyfriend be the one to give you these hickeys, it would have to be your bestie, Ashido Mina.
—
“What?!” Mina laughed on the other side of the phone.
“It’s for a prank! Remember Katsuki’s cheating prank?” You said with excitement.
“Yeah. The one where he failed miserably and you ended up breaking up with him until you figured out it was a prank and you guys got back together after 3 days.” She explained.
“Gee, thanks for the play by play of me almost walking out of my very happy relationship.” You sarcastically replied. “Anyway, as revenge, I’m gonna do a little hickey prank!”
“Revenge? Girl, were you not satisfied with him being devastated over your almost breakup?” She asked.
“It’s not enough!” You replied.
“Not enough? Honey, he locked himself in the house for days. Eijirou had to force him to bathe and eat. What do you mean not enough?” She explained.
“Awwww, my poor baby. Look, I know he went through shit but he caused it! I didn’t get any revenge. I’m feening for it.” You explained.
“Alright, alright,” Mina giggled. “I’ll be over in 10..you fucking sadist.”
“Thank you!”
—
Time had passed and you were expecting the arrival of your best friend any minute now. You figured it’d be fine for her to be over for a bit because Katsuki was out on his final patrol for the week. After that, you’d have him all to yourself since he’d be home for the rest of the day.
Finally, after waiting and waiting, a knock was heard from the front door. You ran to the wooden structure and opened it to be blessed with the pink sight.
“Hickey time!” Mina said in a sing-song voice. You both laughed as she came in and you pulled her to the couch. “Okay, how are we doing this.”
“Uh, I don’t know- fuck this is so weird!” You joked as you both laughed again. “Okay, ummm, I think I’ll take a few on my chest and then some on my neck.”
“Okay. Should we have them like, trail up. Do you want me to go and make it look like he went from here to here?” She said and pointed from your chest to your lips, to which you nodded. “Wow bitch, you’re bold, wearing a tube top and everything!”
“I know right!” You both laughed. You layed back and pulled your tube top down to reveal your bra. Before you started, you pulled out your phone and started recording. You needed proof to show Katsuki that this was the work of your best friend and not some rando. Finally, Mina leaned down as you both released giggles and she placed her lips on your left mound. “What the fuck, this is so weird!”
You both laughed and Mina pulled her lips away as she began dying. You both turned red in the face as tears filled your eyes due to all the laughing. You both finally settled and she began sucking on your boob.
“What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck,” was all you could say as you laughed. “Wow, oh my gosh, your lips are sooo soft! Kiri is getting a treat!” You teased as Mina pulled off to laugh again.
She finally created the first mark and pulled off as you both took a look at her work. “Holy shit! There’s a fucking hickey!” You said like a teenage girl.
“That’s a fucking hickey, all right.” Mina said, proud of what she had done.
“What the fuck? This is really good!” You laughed. “You’re so good at this, how often do you practice? Is there a hickey on Kirishima right now?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Mina laughed. You both joked around a little more as she continued to mark you. It’s safe to say the whole procedure was quite comical.
—
“Can you like..make it darker? Like suck harder.”
*Mina sucking on your neck harder*
“Yeah, yeah. Harder. Yeah.”
—
“Ow! Did you just bite me?”
“Sorry! Instinct!”
“Ow...does it look bad?”
“It looks more believable.”
“Oh.....do it again.”
—
“This is weird...it’s like..hot when Katsuki does it though.”
“Okay, can you not talk about how you like it better when your boyfriend gives you hickeys while I’m literally swallowing your neck right now?”
—
Finally, after about 20 minutes of sucking and laughing, you were finally marked with red and purple hickeys. You looked in the mirror and were stunned with the work. You turned to face your best friend and high fived her.
Encouraging her to stay for a bit, you both spent some girl time together before she had to go due to Katsuki’s arrival approaching. After saying your farewells, you shut the door and jumped in excitement.
“Shits about to get real.”
—
You sat on the couch waiting for Katsuki’s arrival. Soon enough, the sound of his car door shutting alerted you of your boyfriend’s presence. You quickly covered your hickeys with your hair and went back in your phone to appear natural. Finally, after the sound of jingling keys, your boyfriend walked through the door with his best friend.
“Hi baby!” You said with glee as you got up and went to greet Katsuki with a kiss. He happily returned the quick peck and took note of your attire.
“The hell? Why’re you wearing this?” He asked, looking down at your tube top and spandex. You rolled your eyes knowing how he was whenever you wore clothes that exposed a little more than necessary around others.
“Because I didn’t know you were bringing Kirishima over so I stayed comfy.” You explained as Katsuki held his arms around you, grumbling about how you made a fair point.
After speaking for a little bit at the doorway, Katsuki made his way over to his best friend who had already made himself comfortable in the kitchen with a beer in his hand. The two were like brothers so it wasn’t uncommon for them to act this way in each other’s homes. While the two men were in the kitchen, you made your way up to your shared bedroom. You would rather have Katsuki see the hickeys in a private setting so that your upcoming argument wouldn’t take place in front of Kirishima.
Katsuki spent about 20 minutes down there with Kirishima before deciding to check up on you. The red head was fine with waiting in the kitchen and nodded his head at his friend when he decided to check up on you.
The blonde finally walked in through the room to see you sitting criss-crossed on the bed, looking at your phone. He shut the door as he approached you and you looked up and smiled at his arrival.
“Hi.” You said as you sat up a little straighter.
“Hey.” He said as he walked over and wrapped his arms around you before picking you up to kiss you. You both held the tiniest make out session before you settled to just holding each other, with your arms wrapped around his neck.
Katsuki joined you on the bed for a bit as you both sat together while still cuddled up. “How was your day, baby?”
“It was fine I guess. Nothing really happened. I stayed home, waiting for you dummy.” You said, trying to make Mina’s markings more noticeable. He still didn’t see them though.
“Oh yeah? Waiting for me to do what?” He smirked at you.
“Shut up, you fucking horn-dog. Waiting to spend some time with you. That’s all.” You said and Katsuki jokingly pouted.
“So you didn’t want me to come home and fuck you stupid?” He asked, pulling you into his lap.
“No. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want you to now.” You said in a soft voice. He chuckled softly before kissing the clean side of your neck.
“Maybe after Shitty Hair leaves,” he said before picking up his little pecks again. “I’ll do you just how I want to.”
He finally shifted over to the other side of your neck where the markings remained and he finally took notice of the work Mina had done. He paused his teasing and pulled away with a confused look in his face and furrowed his brows. He licked his thumb and reached out to wipe at the mark but silently seethed when it didn’t wipe away.
“What?” You questioned and Katsuki gently took you off his lap before standing up to pace around a bit. You walked to Katsuki in a “confused” manner before he stopped you.
“Uhhh...hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on.” He ran his hand through his hair, like he usually did in stressful situations, before looking at you.
“Uh, what- what is that? On your Uh-��� he said and tapped his neck. You went to your vanity mirror before turning to face him again. “Is that a hickey?”
‘Showtime’ you thought to yourself. “N-no. No, it’s not a hickey-“
“Then what is it?” He eagerly questioned with fear and anger laced in his voice.
“I don’t know, I was running and I fell and-“
“And what? You fell and got bruises?” He said looking at your neck and chest. He walked to you and pulled down your shirt to reveal the hickeys Mina left on your mid-chest. Katsuki shook his head and backed up, more pissed off than before. “No. No- you don’t fucking fall and get bruises on your neck and chest like that. So is it a fucking hickey?”
“No, no it’s not a hickey I swear.” You said softly, walking up to hug him but he gently stepped out of your hold. “Babe, babe-“
“Mm, no that’s definitely a fucking hickey.” He said as he chewed on his lower lip. “S’a fucking hickey.”
“No it’s not, I was using the H/T iron and I guess I burned myself-”
“Your hair is naturally H/T. Why would you need to use a H/T iron?” He said. You were stunned in silence but wanted to smile, appreciating the fact that your boyfriend knew you so well.
“Y/N are you fucking serious?!” He said, raising his voice a bit to show his anger.
“It’s not a hickey! I swear!” You said and walked to the mirror and he followed you.
“You’re fucking lying! ‘Cuz you don’t fucking get hickeys on your chest and titts randomly.” He said as you turned to walk to him, causing him to step back.
“I- I was using makeup and-“
“I swiped at it already, it’s not fucking coming off!”
“No I was like, I was fighting-“
“Fighting with what?!”
“I don’t know I just-“
“No, no! Stop! Can you stop coming towards me right now? You’re fucking lying to me and making up excuses. Those are fucking hickeys.” He said at a good distance away as tears began to fill his eyes. “Are you serious, Y/N?”
“....I’m sorry.” You quietly said. Your apology pushed his tears to flow as he dropped his head back and used his hands to wipe away his tears.
“You’re sorry? You’re not fucking sorry! You’re a fucking hoe that cheated on me while I was away. Are you fucking serious?” He said looking at you with teary eyes and a red nose. “Hurry the fuck up and just say you cheated on me!”
“No!” You whined. Katsuki laughed and rolled his neck as he wiped more tears before taking some random thing and throwing it at the wall, creating a loud sound.
“The fuck is wrong with you?! Did I do something wrong?! Tell me!” He said, shouting at you.
“No! You didn’t do anything!” You said, standing still.
“I must’ve done something! Or what? Are you just a slut that likes fucking attention? Is that why you’re okay being dressed like that around Kirishima?” He asked with an angry voice as he looked at your attire once more. He watched as you shook your head ‘no’ before his eyes dropped down to the markings on your upper body.
“Why would you do this?!” He said with a cracked voice as he openly cried now and walked to you. “I fucking love you Y/N! How could you do this to me? We’ve been together for years! I spent years of my life with you and you do this?!”
After seeing his tears and hearing his broken voice, you decided this was enough.
“Katsuki...” you softly said as you reached out for his arm. You expected the argument to go on longer but Katsuki seemed like he was heartbroken and done as he tried to walk away from your touch. “No, no Katsuki wait!”
“Get off of me.” He said trying to shake you off but you lightened your voice and coated it with giggles to assure him.
“No wait! Baby it’s a prank! It’s a prank I swear!” You said standing in front of him, pushing him deeper into the room. He turned around to avoid you but you only clung to his back. “Mina did it! Mina came and did it!”
“Baby, I swear!” You said, turning him around and keeping his front facing you
“KIRISHIMA!” He called out and soon enough, the red head came in, cautious of what was going on.
“What happened?” Kirishima softly asked in confusion. A quiet silence filled the room and all that could be heard was your boyfriend’s heavy breathing.
“I’m shaking right now.” The blonde said in your hold.
“Why?” Kirishima asked, looking to you.
“He thinks I cheated on him because I have hickeys but Mina came over earlier and did it.” You said as the red head walked into the room.
Silence filled the room once more as Kirishima inspected the scene. He looked at your hickeys, to your face, to Katsuki’s shaking body and teary eyes. “I don’t believe that.”
“You don’t believe me?” You asked him.
“Not really. I want to but why would Mina come and give you hickeys on your chest and neck?” The red head said with his hands in his pockets and head tilted to the side.
“I swear she did it, I have the footage.” You said pulling out your phone.
“No- no, this is fucking dumb. I guess we’re over.” Katsuki said and began walking to the door but you quickly pulled up the video and jumped on him. He wouldn’t turn and so you put the video in front of his face as he began to watch, alongside Kirishima.
After finishing the video, Katsuki crouched down to the ground and allowed his head to drop as he gave a relieved sigh. You laughed at him and began to hug his shoulders as Kirishima laughed in the back.
“I’m sorry baby!” You said. Bakugou surprised you with tears of joy and a smile as he quickly turned to give you a hug while he stood up and assaulted your face in quick pecks.
“Alright, well how the fuck do we get rid of these Mina marks?” Katsuki asked, wiping at your neck.
“You could do it with a cold spoon.” Kirishima interjected causing you and Katsuki to settle.
“Oh..oh yeah, you would know.” You both simultaneously said and laughed at him. The red head blushed and turned to the same shade as his hair before coming up with a comeback.
“You guys are just weird!” Kirishima embarrassingly joked before walking out of the room, laughing and going back down to his beer.
Bakugou held you in his arms and swayed you as you allowed him to kiss your face. “I’m sorry~”
“Baby, that’s so messed up!” He laughed out with a sigh as he placed his head to your own. “I almost fucking left you!”
“I know, you were so mad.” You said in a sad but laughing voice as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “But that’s what you get! Now you know how I felt when you fucking pranked me last time.”
“I know, I’m sorry. I get it, this is why we don’t pull these types of pranks.” He said.
“Exactly.” You pecked his nose before continuing. “I’m sorry.” You whispered before he placed a long and hot kiss on your lips. He picked you up as you wrapped your legs around his torso while your arms tightened around his neck.
“Aww, I feel so bad!” You whimpered as you tucked your head into his neck. “Are you mad at me?”
“No. You’re my girl.” He said with his husky voice.
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
You pulled your head back to peck his lips and he did the same and kissed you back. You both went in for more small pecks before you pulled away the slightest bit to make fun of him.
“You got praaaannkkkeeddd!” You said before laughing again, to which he rolled his eyes and flopped onto the bed with you in his hold.
“I’m gonna get you back.” He said with determination in his eyes.
“You’re gonna get me back?” You questioned.
“Yup.”
“No!” You giggled out.
“Mhm. I’m probably gonna cut your hair this time. Maybe throw all your makeup out the window, I don’t know.” He threatened.
“Those aren’t pranks! Those’ll actually do damage!” You said.
“Mhm!” He agreed and you both just laughed some more. You made it up to him with apology cuddles in bed for the next half hour before you both remembered you had a guest in your house. Katsuki quickly got up once he realized his friend was still in his house and went to kick the red head out.
“Why’re you making him leave?” You asked as Katsuki stood at the bedroom exit.
“Because apology cuddles aren’t enough. You’re making it up to me in another way.” He said with a wink and smirk before walking out the door. You laughed and sighed before flopping down on the bed with a blush. With his leave, you mentally began to prepare yourself for the hours of rough make-up sex that was to come.
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(Y/n) and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week: Tuesday
Monday Wednesday Thursday (Part 1) Thursday (Part 2) Friday Saturday Sunday
Spotify Playlist (collaborative)
Warnings: anxiety, doctor’s offices, taking pain pills (not sure if I need to tag that, but just in case), stalkers, blackmail, swearing, non-consensual taking pics of nudes, slight body dysmorphia, self-loathing, toxic friends
Word count: 5,326
(A/N): another long chapter, my little wlw heart loved writing this chapter! Also holy shit I was not expecting the first part to blow up, thank you to everyone that read it! Gosh, it’s enough to make a grown woman cry :’)
You cracked open your crusty eyes to Wilbur poking his head into your room. “(Y/n), Dad wants you.”
You groaned rubbing at your eyes in an attempt to get the sleep out of them. “I’ll be down in a sec.” Your voice was scratchy and thick with sleep.
He closed the door silently and you heard his socked feet thumping down the hallway. Your pain faded slightly into soreness, but your shoulders and upper back were slightly stiff. After you drug yourself out of bed, you shambled down the stairs to see your family at the table eating breakfast. Your stomach growled loudly, making you blush slightly in embarrassment.
Your eldest brother snorted. “Hungry (y/n)?”
You slumped into your seat next to him slowly shoveling food into your mouth. “You have no idea.”
“You wouldn’t be that hungry if you ate dinner when you got home like I told you to do last night, young lady. You better eat every single thing on that plate.”
There was no arguing with a stern Dadza, so you reluctantly complied. Meanwhile, Tommy and Tubbo were telling Wilbur about your match animatedly.
“And the ball was like fwoosh and she- the ball and-and-”
“And she hit it and Haley hit it to the other side! It was so cool!”
Wilbur merely smiled listening to them ramble about how badass you were last night. They made you feel genuinely happy that they admired your volleyball abilities; they were probably your biggest fans and that made your day most of the time. You remembered the first match they came to during your freshman year, they had run up to you right after the end-of-match whistle blew to spew about how good you were on the court. They met the team that day. Your team adored having them at your games, over the years they slowly replaced your school’s mascot. They played a huge part in morale boosts before and during matches.
He looked over to you, “I didn’t know my little sister could be so badass.”
You felt your cheeks flare up. “It’s nothing I haven’t done before. It really wasn’t anything special.”
“(Y/n),” Philza pursed his lips, “you did all that with a bruised back, I’d consider that something special.”
“Wait (y/n), you’re hurt?” Tommy and Tubbo looked at you with wide concerned eyes.
“Yeah, but it’s not that bad. I can still move and stuff.”
Techno rolled his eyes, “it’s bad if you’re going to the doctor for it.”
“Eh, it doesn’t hurt as bad as it did yesterday, so I’m not worried.”
“You’re deadass wincing everytime you move your arm,” WIlbur deadpanned, “it clearly still hurts.”
“Well yeah, I didn’t say the pain went away completely. Fuckin’ dumbass.”
“Language,” Philza glared at you two, gesturing to the two fifth graders watching the exchange with interest.
You and Wilbur resumed eating and murmured out a defeated “sorry Dad.” You both glared at Techno when he huffed in amusement.
“If you three keep bickering, you’re going to be late to school. Remember, you two have to drop off Tommy and Tubbo today cuz I’m taking your sister to her appointment. Now go get ready, I’ll take care of your dishes.”
Your brothers took off up the stairs, each competing to get to the bathroom first. Occasionally, you would hear shouts and slapping noises. You felt glad you didn’t have to deal with that today. Judging by Techno’s gruff voice laughing and an explosion of loud complaints from the rest, you assumed that he won today. “I swear, they’re gonna put me in an early grave.”
“You and me both Dad, you and me both.”
You went into the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of pain pills from the junk drawer. Various bottles of Motrin and Advil were scattered around the house because when you live with a rambunctious family like this one, people are bound to get hurt and headaches are common. Popping three into your mouth, you washed it down with a glass of water. The sound of the running water faucet and the slight splashing of water filled the silence of the room.
“How’s your back? Does it feel any better?”
“Kinda, today it just feels more sore than throbbing, my headache went away mostly, and my shoulder doesn’t feel any worse, so that’s better I guess.”
He shut off the water and reached for a towel to dry off his wet hands. He moved over to the freezer and grabbed a frozen package of peas that your family never ate. You all used it whenever one of you would get a bruise. He moved behind you and held it against your back without warning. Flinching forward from the unexpected temperature change, you winced with the wave of pain moving brought you.
“Shit, sorry.”
“You’re good. Just give me a little warning next time,” you chuckled. He gently placed it back on your back and you sighed from the slight relief that it brought you. You leaned into the peas and closed your eyes. “That feels amazing.”
“I bet. That bruise was pretty bad yesterday, can I look at it again?”
You reluctantly left the sanctuary that was the medical grade frozen peas and leaned forward, moving your hair out of the way for him. “Knock yourself out.”
He made a hissing noise as soon as he moved your shirt out of the way. “Dad, it probably looks worse than it feels.”
“...Have you seriously not looked at this yet? It looks pretty bad, hun.”
“Well, sorry I can’t move to look at my back without being in pain. I’ll try harder next time.” You snarked him.
“Hey, watch the attitude. Here, I’ll take a picture so you can see how bad it is.”
You heard the rustling of fabric as he fished his phone out of his pocket and the obnoxiously loud click of his camera app. You turned around to look at the damage. You squinted at his bright phone screen. Your entire back was swollen in some areas and was covered in ugly reds, blues, blacks, and purples. You made a disgusted noise in the back of your throat and cringed away from the screen. You always got nauseous seeing injuries.
“Yikes.”
“Yikes isn’t the only word I would use, it’s bad (y/n).”
“It looks worse than it feels, I promise. I’m gonna go get ready so we’re not late to my appointment. It sounds like the boys are finally done with the bathroom.”
You hobbled up the stairs slowly and made your way to the bathroom. The door was wide open ready for you to use. Turning on the light, you closed the door in a hurry so that your brothers wouldn’t try to get in again to hog the bathroom like they usually did. You frowned at your appearance. Your hair was sticking up in every direction and you had dark eye bags around your dull looking eyes. A few pimples dotted your skin like constellations in the night sky, but much uglier and more out of place. Turning your body, you scanned your figure. Your eyes watered as you realized that you had gained some weight. Adrian, Sammy, and Annie were right, you looked like garbage all the time.
You ripped your eyes away from yourself in the mirror with disgust etched deep into your features. You were disgusting through and through. Ripping your brush through your hair, you winced at the pain emanating from the back of your head. You deserve the pain for letting yourself go. Once you were slightly more satisfied with your appearance, you stepped out of the bathroom and quickly changed into the clothes you would wear today. You decided on a hoodie and a pair of tights. You didn’t feel like dressing yourself up.
You once again walked down the stairs and slipped on your shoes to meet your dad in his car. You idly scrolled through your phone while you waited for him, looking at your notifications for the first time that day. You had ten texts from the group chat that you were in with Adrian, Annie, and Sammy.
Sammy <3
(Y/n) where the hell are you?
Adrian <3
Do you guys think she ditched us?
I knew she was ignoring us
Sammy <3
Who ignores their friends?
Annie <3
(Y/n) apparently.
She has more important things to do ig
Oh my god
Do you guys think she skipped school?
Adrian <3
I wouldn’t put it past her
Maybe she finally gave up
(Y/n)
I’m sorry guys, I just have a doctor’s appointment today
I would never ignore you
Sammy <3
Yk, it’s hard to keep defending you when you keep ditching us..
(Y/n)
I’m not ditching you!
I’m sorry I didn’t tell you guys about my appointment
I’ll make it up to you guys
Adrian <3
How?
You’ve already skipped out on us enough already
Annie <3
Oh ik!
She can write our final research paper for us Dri!
I haven’t started it yet lmao
Adrian <3
Saaaame lmaoooo
Sammy <3
Guys, what about me???
Adrian <3
Idk, figure it out yourself
Sammy <3
Rude!
Uhhh
Ur gonna put together my final presentation for us history
(Y/n)
Alright, I can do that for you guys
Sam can you pls send me the rubric?
Annie <3
Thanks love ;)
(Y/n)
No problem, I like doing things for friends
My dad’s coming, I gotta go
Talk to you guys later
Adrian <3
Byeeee (y/n), ur the best!
(Y/n)
: ) <3
You put your phone down as your dad started up the car and pulled out of the driveway. The drive was quiet as you stared out the window and thought about how much work you now had to do. On top of your own classes, you had two more to write and a presentation to make in a class you hadn’t taken since the first semester in your sophomore year. The research papers had to be at least four full pages long with a minimum of ten sources each due on Friday and you had no idea how big Sammy’s US history presentation has to be or what it’s even about. But that was fine, you’d do anything for your friends.
“So, who were you texting? Your boyfriend?” He asked jokingly.
“Oh, just Adrian, Sammy, and Annie. I don’t have a boyfriend Dad,” because you were a closeted lesbian, but you wouldn’t tell him that anytime soon. “You know that.”
“I know,” he chuckled, “it’s been a while since I’ve seen them. How have they been?”
“They’re good. Adrian got a job at the diner, he’s a host. Sammy and Annie have been focusing more on raising their grades.”
“Good for them! You should invite them over for dinner sometime.”
“I was actually thinking that I could maybe go hang out with them on Halloween...?”
“(Y/n), the family was going to take Tommy and Tubbo trick-or-treating.”
“I know, but there’s always next year. Plus, we haven’t been able to hang out in so long! We’re always free at different times.”
“I don’t know (y/n), what if they don’t want to trick-or-treat next year? What were you planning on doing with them?”
“We were just gonna hang out at Annie’s house and watch some horror movies,” you lied. He would never let you go if he knew you were going to a party. Especially one where alcohol would be involved and hormonal teenage boys ran rampant actively scouting for an easy lay.
“...I’ll think about it.” The car pulled into the doctor office’s parking lot.
“Thank you Dad! It’s been a while since we’ve all hung out together.”
He chuckled as you both walked into the lobby, checked in, and waited for your name to be called. About ten minutes later, you were summoned by a nurse so you went into the back leaving your dad to wait in the lobby. The nurse recorded your height and weight (much to your dismay, you gained four pounds) and asked you the standard questions about your injury and uncomfortable questions about your overall health. The clacking of her acrylic nails on the plastic keyboard filled the awkward silence.
Once that was done, she left and you had to wait a little bit for the doctor. After slipping into the backless gown the nurse left, you mindlessly scrolled on your phone. Jumping when someone knocked on the door, you looked up to see your family’s doctor smiling at you.
“Hello (y/n), how are we feeling today?”
“I’m alright.”
“I hear that you had quite the fall onto some concrete, is that true?”
“Yes, I landed on my back and the back of my head.”
She reached over and squirted hand sanitizer onto her hands, rubbing it in and looking back at you. “Can you please lay on your stomach so I can take a look at your back?”
You nodded, shifting on the uncomfortable paper covered cushioned table onto your stomach. You felt her cold hands gently graze your bruises before she pulled out her stethoscope. “Can you take a good deep breath in for me?”
You complied and she instructed you to let it out. Doing this multiple times along your back, she put her stethoscope away and continued prodding at your exposed back.
“There’s definitely some swelling in multiple areas… It doesn’t feel or sound like you cracked or broke any ribs, which is excellent… Do you have any pain deep in your shoulder when you move it?”
“Yes, I landed on it wrong last night at my volleyball match.”
“How would you describe your pain? Stabbing, sore, throbbing…”
“More sore, but a little stabbing pain when I move my arm.”
She moved her fingers to examine your shoulder. “It doesn’t sound like a sprain or fracture, can you move it up and down for me?”
You moved your arm up and down, front and back, and side to side. “You still have a full range of movement, that’s good. Can I have you sit back up again?”
You sat back up and she started testing you for a concussion. After passing her tests, you were cleared of having a concussion. “Alright (y/n), it appears that you only strained your deltoid and teres muscles and you have severe bruising along your back. Make sure you ice your back and, if you have one, wear a shoulder compression sleeve. Anti-inflammatory medications such as Ibuprofen will help with the swelling. Other than that, you have a clean bill of health! You can still participate in volleyball practices, but you need to take it easy. Don’t do anything that will strain the muscles any further.”
“Thank you Dr. Samson,” you smiled at her.
“You’re welcome. I’ll leave you to change back into your clothes and you’re free to go! You may leave the gown on the table.”
She left the room and you redressed yourself. Walking out to the lobby, Philza’s head perked up when he heard the door opening. He stood up and walked over to you with a slightly worried face. You both walked back out to the car.
“So?”
“Dr. Samson said that I don’t have a concussion, sprains or broken bones. She told me that I just strained my shoulder muscles and I need to keep ice on my back.”
He visibly slumped in relief. “Thank god. What’d she say about volleyball?”
“She said that I could keep playing, but I have to take it easy.”
“Good, wouldn’t want you missing finals on Thursday. Do you know if the team you’re playing is any good?”
“Dad, of course they’re good, we’re the top two teams in the area.”
“I bet their setter is nowhere near as good as you are and I bet the setter and spiker aren’t as synced as you and Haley are. You two make a good pair.”
“Yeah we do, don’t we?” You looked out the window and smiled a little and felt your ears turn red. The very mention of Haley’s name was enough to make you feel like you were on cloud nine. The car fell silent again as you neared your high school.
In your AP world history class, the class was looking at the test you had taken yesterday. Surprisingly, you got a 74% on the multiple choice part and a 50% on your essay portion, so that landed you with a just below passing grade. You thought you completely flunked that test yesterday, so that was a pleasant surprise. It took a good portion out of your overall grade in the class, lowering it from a comfortable A- to a slightly alarming B. You supposed it could’ve been a lot worse. Besides reviewing your tests, the class didn’t do much except starting the reading for the next chapter.
Your psychology online class went like it usually did, however your phone blew up with texts about midway through the block. Glancing down, you saw that it was Haley. Shouldn’t she be in class?
Hales : )
(Y/n) meet me in the locker room right after school
I need to talk to you before practice starts
It’s an emergency
(Y/n)
What’s going on?
Hales : )
I’ll explain after school.
Can’t talk about it over text
(Y/n)
Alright, see ya then ig
You felt your gut twinge. Something’s wrong, but you didn’t know what. You were worried about Haley, usually she was really bubbly. You’ve never seen the senior act so strange before. You could only wait the block out until the bell would release you from the confines of the library and into the locker room. After sending a quick text to your brothers that you were going to stay after school for your practice, you stared blankly at your laptop’s clock as you counted down the minutes left in the class period. Ten minutes. Eight minutes. Four minutes. Two minutes. Thirty seconds-
You shot up from your seat as the bell rang. Pushing past some groups of freshmen that congregated in the hallways, you made a beeline for the locker room. In the locker room, you found Haley sitting on the metal bench on the opposite end of the locker room with her back facing the last row of lockers and facing the brick wall. She was clenching her phone in her hand with an iron grip. You hurried to sit next to her.
“Hales, what’s going on? Talk to me.”
“It’s bad (y/n). Like, really bad.”
“What’s bad? You’re worrying me.”
Wordlessly, she unlocked her phone and handed it to you. On the screen was something that you weren’t expecting to see. You scrolled through the contents and felt your stomach drop with each scroll; someone took pictures of you and Haley throughout the match last night. Every picture was a violation to yours and Haley’s dignities, they had gotten zoomed in pictures of your boobs and asses. Deeper, there were even pictures taken of you changing into your volleyball uniform through your open window. You were only in your underwear. Haley had a similar picture that you scrolled past as fast as you could. Scrolling to the bottom of the text message thread, the person that sent Haley the pictures added a caption to the last picture. It was a picture of you and Haley together celebrating your match, her arm slung around your shoulder with your mouth open mid-laugh.
Unknown
I’m sending these out to the entire school unless you stop hanging around her.
If you tell anyone, the pics will be printed off and put in every single locker and bathroom the school has.
You’ll be the sluts of Klinkver High.
Cut all ties now. You have two days.
Do not try me.
“Jesus christ Haley. Who the fuck would do this? This is sick.”
She took her phone back and locked it without looking at the screen. “I don’t know (y/n). I wanted to tell you not to openly talk to me for a few days. We don’t know who took these, we don’t know what they’re capable of. I don’t wanna risk angering them.”
“We can find them! If we look close enough, we might find a few clues where they were sitting. Do you remember seeing anything suspicious last night?”
“(Y/n), our best option is to leave it. We just can’t talk in person anymore; we can still text each other.”
“Hales, how are we gonna not talk? I’m your setter.”
She ran a hand through her thick black hair. “I don’t know (y/n). Just-just don’t talk to me anymore, I don’t want your pictures leaked.”
“I don’t care about my pictures. My name’s been drug through so much shit this past year that it won’t affect me. I don’t want your stuff leaked.”
She gave a watery laugh, “you care too much, I love that about you…” Glistening eyes turned to look deep into your own. “I’m so scared (y/n), I don’t know what to do.”
You pulled her into a hug, wincing slightly when she squeezed her arms around your upper back. She buried her face into your shoulder and started shaking with muffled sobs. “Haley, I promise I’ll catch whatever sick bastard is doing this to you. You don’t deserve this.”
She said nothing as you rested your chin on the top of her head and started to rock her back and forth slowly. You two stayed like that even after her sobbing resided, finding comfort in each other’s presence. Glancing at the clock, you realized that you two have been in the locker room for an hour. Practice was set to start in fifteen minutes, people were going to start coming into the locker room soon.
You reluctantly pulled away from the hug and looked Haley in her bloodshot eyes, “I’m not going to let those pictures of you get leaked. I swear on my-”
The door to the locker room swung open and loud laughter echoed throughout the room. Haley pushed you away and speed walked off to a bathroom stall, slamming the door shut behind her.
“Damn (y/n), what’d you do? She’s pissed.”
“It’s none of your business, Zara.”
“Oh, so it’s a lover’s quarrel then~” She cackled, her hair bouncing slightly with each heave of her shoulders.
“For the love of… Haley and I aren’t dating, we’re both straight.” She’s straight.
“Mmhm.” She brushed past you to go to her locker. You followed her, your locker was in the grouping next to hers. You shared the area with Haley. You changed as fast as you could so that Haley would have time to change before practice starts. Speed walking into the gym, Zara was hot on your trail wearing a shit eating grin.
“Why are you in such a rush? Giving your girlfriend the silent treatment?”
“Zara. We aren’t dating. For the last time, we’re both heterosexual, not homosexual!” You wildly gestured with your hands to emphasize your point, your voice being amplified by the vast gym. Coach Williams gave you a confused look from across the gym.
“You just keep telling yourself that.”
“I’m serious.”
“Hi serious,” a soft voice replied from behind you, “I’m Jazzy.”
You groaned at the pun at the same time Zara started cackling, giving the short libero a high five. “Nice!”
“That was so bad, Jaz.” You couldn’t help the smile that found its way onto your face.
Zara poked your cheek with a wide grin. “C’mon, you’re smiling!”
“I am and I hate it.”
Your bickering continued with Jazzy watching you two with a content smile. The remaining members of the team (Haley, Marlene, and Zuri) filed into the gym right as Coach Williams blew her whistle.
Practice went by slowly without Haley talking to you. Sure, you had the rest of the team, but it didn’t feel the same with you guys ignoring each other. If the team or Coach Williams noticed you two not talking to each other, they didn’t say anything. By time practice was over, you all went to the locker room to change. After slipping into your fuzzy pajama pants, you sat on the bench and texted Wilbur to come pick you up. He was supposed to pick you up after practice today because he and Techno took the car home after school. Five minutes passed and he still didn’t reply. He probably won’t see the text until you got home from walking.
You sighed, resting your chin in your palm as you leaned forward. One by one, the girls left the locker room until it was only you and Haley left.
“Do you need a ride (y/n)?” She asked gently.
“But what if the person sees us together? I can just walk home, it’s not really a big deal.”
She rolled her eyes at you. “It is a big deal. It’s cold and dark out. You could get kidnapped or something. You don’t even have a coat with you. I’m giving you a ride whether you like it or not.”
You playfully rolled your eyes at her and stood up to walk next to her, “okay, mom.”
“Don’t give me that attitude young lady.”
“You can’t tell me what to do, you’re not my real mom!”
She gasped and lightly smacked the back of your shoulder, “I married your- are you alright? Shit, I didn’t hurt you did I?”
“No, you’re good. It’s just this damned bruise.”
She moved her hands and frantically turned you around to pull the neck of your shirt down. You two stood in front of the school’s main entrance with the nauseatingly bright fluorescent light bouncing off the reflective surface of the tiles. The orange tinted street lights lit up the sidewalk outside.
“(Y/n)-”
“I know what you’re gonna say.”
She scoffed, “oh really? What am I gonna say then, o wise one?”
You turned around to face her, “‘oh, this is bad, yadda yadda yadda.’ Everyone’s been saying that about it. Honestly it looks worse than it feels. Tis but a scratch, m’lady.”
She snorted and covered her mouth, “never call me ‘m’lady’ ever again.”
You started to walk to her car in the empty parking lot. “Or what? What’re ya gonna do?”
“I swear to god, (y/n), I’m gonna leave you here.”
“Do it, pussy. Bet you won’t.”
“You really wanna bet?”
You grinned at her, “hell yeah.”
She broke off into a mad dash to her car, laughing freely into the night sky. You chased after her trying not to move your arms much, your laugh mixing with hers like a perfect symphony composed of the world’s best musicians. The sound of your rubber soles slapping the pavement resonated throughout the parking lot as you quickly gained on her. Reaching out to grab her shirt, she smirked at you and sharply turned to the right into the grass.
You grinned as her pace slowed down slightly. You’d be able to catch her at this pace. You pushed your legs to move faster as she looked at you from over her shoulder and shrieked in surprise at how close you were to her. You cackled at her reaction, reaching out once again, you grabbed her hand. She was stopped dead in her tracks as your shoulder was yanked with the sudden momentum, making you hiss in slight pain. Despite that, you didn’t let go of her soft hand.
You both stood there under the moonlight and the soft orange street lamps trying to catch your breath. The slightly damp blades of grass tickled your ankle as you shifted to face her better. Through gasping breaths and a dopey grin, you said “you… lost, pussy.”
She let out a breathy laugh as she pulled you to her car. “Shuddup.”
“Make me~”
She opened the passenger side door for you and got into the driver's seat. Her car smelled like vanilla and citrus. “Oh, you will later when I make you do more sets in weight lifting tomorrow, hurt shoulder be damned.”
She turned on the ignition and the car revved to life, soft indie pop wafted from the speakers. She backed out of the parking space and sped off to the main road. “You wouldn’t…”
“I’m your captain, (y/n). I can make you do whatever I want.” You felt your cheeks heat up a tad. You were happy that she couldn’t see you.
“Naw, you’re too much of a softie for that. Admit it, I’ve got you wrapped around my little finger.”
She chuckled as she pulled into your driveway and put the car in park. “...Alright, maybe you do. Just a bit.”
She turned to look at you. She looked stunning with the shadows accentuating the contours of her face perfectly. You found yourself glancing at her lips and leaning slightly towards you. To your surprise, she started leaning into you as well. Before your lips could finally mesh together, she pulled back with a sigh and ran her hand through her hair. You felt a rush of disappointment and fear course through your veins. She didn’t like you like that, you should’ve known better. You were so stupid. So, so stu-
“I can’t (y/n). I want to kiss you so bad, but we can’t. Not yet at least. Not until we find the pervert that took those pictures of us.”
You sighed, “right.”
The car was filled with awkward silence. Not even the soft music streaming from the speakers could alleviate the awkwardness. God, you really screwed up your friendship, didn’t you? Sammy, Adrian, and Annie were right; you messed up everything you touched.
You coughed, “I think I’m gonna…”
“Yeah…”
You grabbed your bag and walked into your house, the smell of chicken slapping you in the face instantly. Without checking in with your dad, you hurried up the stairs, desperate for the warm comfort of your bed. That, and if you wanted to get Sammy’s presentation and Adrian’s, Annie’s, and your research papers done by Friday, you had to start as soon as you could. You were going to skip dinner for tonight, you’d just grab more breakfast tomorrow morning.
You plopped on your bed and got started on your research paper. Luckily, you already had all of the sources you were planning on using and the rough outline of each body paragraph, so writing the actual paper wasn’t going to take long. You worked until you heard a knock at your door.
“(Y/n),” Techno’s monotone voice called out, “dinner’s ready.”
“Tell Dad I’m not hungry. Practice’s got me beat, I’m going to bed soon.”
He grunted, “you know he’s not gonna like that right?”
You felt frustration start to swim circles around your chest, “Techno, just tell him that I’m not hungry right now. Please.”
“Damn, you don’t need to be like that. I’ll tell him.”
You heard his stomping footsteps thumping down the hall. Shit, you pissed him off. You were a terrible person, he was just trying to get you to eat something, Pushing back the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes, you forced the panic that was starting to swirl around your body in laps deep into your being. You didn’t have time to deal with your failures and stupid emotions, you had to get this done. You didn’t have time to think about Haley’s warm breath ghosting across your lips. You didn’t have time to think about how she probably regretted almost kissing you. You didn’t have time to fall into an anxiety spiral, you needed to focus if you wanted Adrian, Annie, and Sammy to forgive you. You ruined yours and Haley’s friendship and did the same to yours and Techno’s. They were the only ones you had left. You needed to be a better friend.
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Chapter 6 Messages!
Sorry for being super late on this, but here’s a compilation of all the messages I’ve gotten about Chapter 6. Thank you so much for sending these in--I love you all very much! :)
Under the cut to prevent it from being a giant block of text lol
I have an online exam in an hour and playing the updated game really help me relax well sort of since that surgery scene kinda makes me nervous like holy shit Anyway the update is AHMAZING! I really love it(♡ω♡ ) ~♪
Hehe, I’m glad I managed to capture (even if just a little bit) how nerve-wracking surgery can be…especially when something goes wrong. Hope your exam went well!
Ho dear lord, the update was amazing to much adrenaline for me 😭 thank you so much bouncy for your hard work !
HAHA, what’s Citadel without your heart pounding every chapter (from drama or from the ROs)?
Hi!! I love the new update! I was wondering if it’s impossible to be on time to surgery with Dr. Grey if we eat with Jean? I tried not even asking Jean anything and I was still late lol
Unfortunately, if you decide to eat with Jean you’ll always be late to the surgery. Just wanted to capture some of the very real trade-offs in medicine hehe
me, having to reload a save every time i answer a question incorrectly or do the wrong thing during the surgery: ah shit, here we go again 🧍
Even Dr. Grey and Vic aren’t immune to time travel hehe
Hello! Chapter 6 is AMAZING we love the surprise drop and I think I"m in love with everyone in this game. Small potential error report? When talking to Eli at the vending machine, it reads "She expression is so gentle". Okay thank you
Ah, thank you for sending me the error! Will fix this in the Chapter 6 soft update.
oh my god that chapter !!! I don't remember the last time I was so immersed in a story. somehow i didn't mess up (sure twice or thrice it was pure luck with guesswork but shh) other than uhhh passing out bc who needs nutrition (the moment with Eli was worth it) ...... making mistakes on my second playthrough on purpose made me feel so bad for my poor second MC the poor guy has a pure heart but embarrassed himself so badly (at least HE didn't pass out tho....)
LOL! I love how you played your two MCs completely differently haha! At least Vic gave you orange juice if you passed out.
Really enjoyed the new chapter! Specially the Uhmm walking on pins and needles around Vic and *twirls hair* eyeing their biceps and Yk faceplanting at the end of surgery 😣 but is okay because I know big scary attending isn’t that scary. Those big strong arms *will* cradle (1) overworked intern one day. Also as someone who knows zilch of medicine, the surgery stuff was fun play through!
Yay, I’m glad you enjoyed the surgery sequence! One of my goals was to balance between keeping it medically realistic but also engaging to the reader. And, yes, Vic…as Marsha said in Chapter 6, “Big, bad chief. I see right through you.” ;)
Ok just now playing that Eli / Davy tension and it is *chefs kiss*. MC ready to board the workspouse train and Eli having their lil texting anxiety? Author you are evil 😌 also I the player haven’t chosen a first route yet so my MC is just the biggest hoe rn, anyone in scrubs will be pined and flirted with, and I kinda love it 😆
Tbh, that’s me whenever I play a choice game so you have my full support. Lol, sneaking in little jealous Eli tidbits is one of my favorite parts of writing Citadel. ;)
Where were Vic's big strong arms to catch me when I passed the fuck out? Also, damn you for making me pay attention? I'm a speed reader so I miss little details like ages and stuff.
-cackles-
Unfortunately, Vic’s big strong arms were busy sowing up Ms. Lin’s abdomen, but maybe one day, eh?
What kinda weak sauce intern are we? Huh? You skip lunch and just drink coffee for breakfast and then pass out? Punk bitch. I haven't eaten in two days and I only feel a little like I'm gonna pass out. I could beat MC in a fight confirmed. (/j)
LMAO, please nourish yourself. Bwahaha, probably my favorite option in the “try not to pass out sequence” is “summon all willpower and force yourself not to pass out.” It’s hilarious when that doesn’t work.
me eying the mental health bar like 🙃
This will become very relevant in Case 3…
does mc faint in the surgery room specifically because they didn’t eat enough or do they faint no matter what? if it’s the former, will the mc’s eating habits continue to be noted throughout the game or was it just a one time thing? i really enjoy that taking care of yourself, and consequently not doing so, has an actual impact on the character and story, if that’s the case
The MC will faint or not faint depending on how many “snack points” you rack up (hint: you have to make very specific decisions to get enough snack points, sometimes at the expense of other stats in the game). This will probably be a one time thing, but that doesn’t mean there won’t be little stat checks like this in the future that might have major consequences on your reputation. ;)
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what do you think are some iconic/memorable schumi moments? i just got into f1 and would like to know more about him bc somehow i can’t really find anything like that about him.... just stats which are incredibly impressive but i can’t find anything about how he behaved or just anything about his personality..... thanks <3
:) Hi anon, thank you for unleashing the beast.
Ok I love you for asking me this thank you SO MUCH. Welcome to the circus I’m glad you’re here! Also yeah, Schumi is often talked about in terms of statistics and not as a human, Which is a shame bc like! Schumi is fascinating and the dynamics on the grid in late 90s F1 is so much fun! Also, this is mainly going to be late 90s -> early 2010s stuff bc I was born in 98 so uhhh I didn’t properly witness ANY 90s stuff and had to learn about it.
OK so I got super carried away but I’ve divided this into 3 sections: Drives/races that I think showcase some of his talents, human moments we need to talk about more, and Chaotic Little Bitch moments. The key thing to remember w/ Schumi is that he personally tends to be nice but as soon as you put him in a competition, Bastard Mode activates like a cat’s pupils going wide.
I am so sorry for the following short essay. Also some crashes are briefly mentioned but only ones with absolutely no injuries and there’s no details.
Chaotic Little Bitch Moments
Schumi debuted as a SUBSTITUTE driver for Jordan when one of their drivers was in police custody (yes. really.) The highest a Jordan had qualified all year was 10th and in his DEBUT at SPA, one of the toughest tracks, in the middle of the season, Schumi qualified that Jordan 7th! THEN his clutch failed before the first lap was even complete, but Benetton and Jordan WENT TO COURT to fight each other to sign him for their team before the next race in Monza. He couldn’t debut normally he HAD to cause a scene and set the tone.
The Red Strings of Fate: He qualified 7th, his iconic 7 starred helmet, his first victory next year was ALSO at Spa - his first complete race would be at Monza, Ferrari Holy Ground, and he finished 5th which 👀 1) he was immediately racing with The Greats. 2) Mr 5 Championships With Ferrari.
Winning a race by taking a stop and go penalty on the last lap, crossing the finish line in the pits, and making such a complicated argument about said penalty that in a hearing that was SUPPOSED to be Mclaren protesting the race result the stewards scrapped the entire penalty and the 3 who awarded it handed in their licenses??? Iconic.
Austria 2002 where Rubens was ordered to give the win to Michael. And then Michael fucking made him stand on the top step on the podium like “oh no no no RUBENS deserves this” and made a big SHOW out of it and its like “Michael stop you’re not making it heartwarming you’re making it WORSE Michael STOP” The Tension of germany 2010 podium VS the theatricality of THIS podium.
Team orders were banned because of this which also makes this indirectly responsible for Fernando Is Faster Than You having to be a coded message. You can’t escape him,
Blocking Alonso in Monaco qualifying and then, years later in 2010, overtaking Alonso technically illegally at Monaco (the race was ending under safety car, but the safety car doesn’t lead them over the line it pits and they’d crossed the safety car line and the regulations were NOT specific about the rules) and getting a 20 second penalty bc Damon Hill was a steward. Haunting FERNANDO specifically at Monaco like the ghost of christmas past? Getting a harsh penalty because ANOTHER driver he’d fucked over was a steward? Forcing the FIA to rewrite the rulebook to account for his nonsense when he was in his FOURTIES? I don’t know another chaos king.
Winning the 1995 championship by crashing into Damon Hill, getting AWAY with it for some reason, and then trying to do the same thing in 1997 to Villeneuve, failing to do so and simply rebounding off of him harmlessly, almost COMICALLY, and beaching his own car in a gravel trap at which point the FIA said “I have had ENOUGH of you Wacky Races Man!” and disqualified him from the entire championship
Forcing Mika off the track so bad at Spa 2000 that Mika realized the only way he was gonna be able to get past him was to re-invent the overtake and go for it whilst they were passing a backmarker. (The overtake itself is at 2:05 in the video but the build up to it is Important bc the key part it’s not just badass, it only happened bc Mika knew who he was dealing with.)
Spa 1998 was a Ridiculously Chaotic race it truly was the Mugello 2020 of its year, and after a crash at the start that took out almost the entire grid Schumi accidentally collided with Coulthard later in the race. (The teams used to have a spare car at every race then, so the race was able to continue after a restart.) This wasn’t a racing thing, Coulthard was getting lapped. So something in Schumi SNAPS, and he storms down the pitlane and tries to fight Coulthard while the mclaren and ferrari mechanics both hold him back and finally drag him away. He projected into the future, saw Coulthard was gonna talk non-stop shit about Seb, and acted accordingly.
Monaco 2012 Pole don’t talk to me about this I still can’t believe the audacity of this man to get the only pole of his comeback, at MONACO, at the ONE RACE where he had a 5 place grid penalty to take!!
In general, I know Cheating Bad but. I HAVE to admire the brainpower it must take to have the rulebook so memorized that whilst driving an F1 car Schumi could spot a loophole the size of the eye of a needle and then dance through it, forcing the FIA to add ANOTHER page to the rule book specially for him bc nobody else even REALISED that loophole existed.
Human Moments
A quick rant about Mika and Schumi’s entire friendship. After Spa 2000 Mika goes up to Michael, says something like “Don’t ever do that again” then they’re friends again. They had this mutual understanding that Racing was not Reality. This goes all the way back to their F3 days they were rivals AND friends for their entire career. They truly were the Sewis of the era if Sebastian was like 50% more evil. Their entire dynamic is “You’re the only motherfucker in this pit lane who can handle me”. Schumi would do some bullshit and every other driver would throw up their hands in frustration and Mika would just go “Okay” and drive better to put him in his place bc he was the only one who could keep up, and Schumi very visibly LOVED that he’s grinning after Mika owns his entire ass with that overtake at Spa. They were unstoppable force meets immovable object and I’m so sad their rivalry isn’t more talked about bc the way Mika is the only driver who can get him to behave like a normal human being is SO entertaining.
This is a sad one so I won’t link it but he started crying in the 2000 Monza press-conference with his brother and Mika when he equaled one of Senna’s records. The press kept trying to ask questions about it and Mika just has this death grip on his shoulder and tries to get them to stop or let them take a break and it’s so sad but also important to know about.
Once said he didn’t want Mick to race in F1 bc the pressure of his name would put Mick under so much stress and he wanted his son to be happy. (He fully supported Mick in his endeavors! But only after making absolutely sure it was what Mick wanted, and making sure he knew he could just race for fun if he wanted and it didn’t have to be F1)
This whole interview just after Mick was born with the Schumacher family. Special shout out to Gina on his head the entire video and also Corinna talking to the press while Michael is captivated by Mick. Me too Michael.
Once allegedly pleaded to take a stray kitten home from the track?
I reblogged this yesterday but. Sticking like glue to Sebastian at an F1 test and immediately being like “This is my new son he’s gonna go far”. There’s a lot of pictures out there also of Michael being a guest at the karting races Seb went to as a kid and baby Seb visibly losing his fucking mind at being given a trophy by his idol. Every day of my life I think about him trying to ruffle Seb’s hair through his helmet at Brazil 2012
WInning the championship in 2000. Him thanking the entire team individually and pausing mid-celebration to kiss his wife Corinna so tenderly it’s in the F1 opening. Also, the way it literally cuts from the rest of McLaren looking like they’re attending a funeral to Mika grinning at him and hugging him fucking SENDSSSSS me.
Schumi was a little shit in all the 2010-12 press conferences like, lowering Lewis’ chair, playing with a microphone wire, but ESPECIALLY corrupting baby Seb and getting him to mess with Nico Rosberg.
He’s just GOOFY! Like I refuse to let him be remembered as a terrifying force of nature he was so goofy kind of similarly to Seb. PLEASE watch this incredibly awkward interview he did with Coulthard on a golf buggy where they both had to pretend they hadn’t thought about murdering each other at least once. I think Sky F1 should force Brocedes to do this when covid’s over. “Do you mind if I drive?” “Yes.”
EDIT: I CANNOT BELIEVE I forgot the 1999 Canada press conference where Eddie Irvine and Mika Hakkinen get into a water fight and Schumi immediately grabs a towel and hides behind it and is like “I had NOTHING to do with it” 🥺 adorable, actually
A lot of people at Ferrari, including Rob Smedley (who was on the other side of the garage with Felipe Massa so not in his inner circle) have said that a lot of the success of the team came from Schumi’s LEADERSHIP more than anything, that he’d make the team get together to bond all the time. When Schumi moved to Ferrari in 1996 they were NOT dominant. He did the same thing Lewis did - went to a team that everybody said would be a huge mistake and helped build them up behind the scenes.
THIS bit of the Canada 2011 Rewind where his engineer gives him the strategy and he’s like “... OkaAaAaAay?” and then when it turns out to be the wrong strategy he cheerfully tells them it’s too late. Little shit.
Speaking of Mercedes I also wanna say that like. They were a MESS in 2012 and his car DNF’d because of a failing on their part MULTIPLE times. (In Canada qualifying his DRS was stuck open and they couldn’t close it.) He did not say a single bad word about them EVER even though the press used this to attack him non-stop as washed-up and bad without Ferrari to cheat for him. At Ferrari he was the exact same with the team, any bastard antics Schumi had for his rivals did not extend to the engineers and crew.
OK this one is soured bc Top Gear is trash BUT if you were like, a kid in England who followed motorsports? Schumi’s fake reveal as The Stig on Top Gear was like the coolest, sickest thing,
Please view this image of Schumi and Mika when they were young and stupid
Iconic Races
ok so I have limited myself to a few races that show off some of his key strengths!
Hungary 1998 / France 2004 - STRATEGY/SPEED - Schumi switched to a 3 stop strategy in 98 and a FOUR STOP strategy in 04 and won both races. In order for the strategy call to work he’d have to basically make every single lap a qualifying style ‘flying lap’ and you best fucking believe he DID THAT. God I fucking miss when Ferrari was the king of strategy.
Argentina 1998 - has it all. Talent, battling Mika, pit lane mind games with mclaren, and bullying coulthard xxx
Spain 1996 / a majority of the wet races - RAIN - One of Schumi’s nicknames was Rain Master bc he was so fucking good in the wet. If it started raining and you were a Schumi stan you were cackling evilly before the red lights even went out. I single out 1996 bc it was his first win for Ferrari and it was unexpected but in most wet races, even Canada 2011 post comeback, you can see Schumi thriving.
Malaysia 1999 - Schumi missed pretty much the entire second half of the season with a broken leg, came back for the last 2 races with everybody murmuring about whether he would struggle, and immediately put the Ferrari on pole. Also worth noting is that he was the number 2 driver for these 2 races bc his teammate Irvine was fighting Mika for the championship and he went along with that without complaint, allowing Ferrari to win the constructor’s championship if not the driver’s.
Monza 2002, 03, 04, or 06 just because it has the energy of the tifosi kneeling at the feet of an idol to their red god.
Brazil 2006 - Fuck All Y’all - Schumi’s last race for Ferrari. He got a puncture and ended up almost lapped, and then drove his way back from that to 4th bc he couldn’t go out without reminding us he’s a bad bitch.
Monza 2012 - Defending - Don’t tell F1 Twitter that there’s actual footage of Lewis and Michael having a genuine lengthy battle on track but DO watch Michael defending like a motherfucker and Lewis breathing down his neck for half the race we need to talk about this more.
Valencia 2012 - This isn’t necessarily anything special but I cried in my living room over the only podium of his comeback so it goes on here. It doesn’t have the same impact if you haven’t been watching him struggle with the car for years, DNF-ing from car failure most of 2012, and having BBC F1 telling you he’s washed up every single weekend, but you can just enjoy one of the best drives of FERNANDO’S entire career as he DRAGS that Ferrari by its hair to a home grand prix win and then watch the crowds embrace him like jesus and also Schumi being happy on the podium. Also, the very start of this clip from the press conference: him forgetting what language he’s supposed to be speaking
Basically, Schumi was a hyper-competitive ambitious bitch who turned into a goofball as soon as he switched the engine off. This is by NO MEANS everything if I was making an exhaustive best races guide I’d do more research and another post but I hope this is what you were looking for?? THANK YOU SO MUCH for letting me go MAXIMUM SPECIAL INTEREST and I apologize.
#asks#Schumi#Mika#Alonso#long post#god I'm so fucking sorry#Anonymous#This is not comprehensive bc I didn't want to accidentally turn this into a whole research project especially if you're new to it!
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I saw these going around so I thought I’d do one with my favorite persona pair..I may do another one with souyo though...... 😳
And oh man. I have so much to say about every single one of these below the cut (:
- so for their sexualities and stuff! I hc them both as bi kings and you can fight me on that. Oh also maruki is a bi trans king, we love to see it.
- I don’t know their ages and I’m really bad at guessing ages like. I know zen’s probably in his 40s but he doesn’t move or act like it also I felt weird giving them a big age gap so I just kinda. Yeah.
-height wise like. I dunno originally when I found out maruki was fucking 180 cm I was like oh zen’s probably shorter than him but because of the way I draw him his massive fucking forehead is always taller than maruki so..I mean I imagined them pretty close in height anyway.
- big spoon little spoon is pretty self explanatory. Lots of cuddles. They like to cuddle and just be with each other and feel that the other is still there (:
- uhhh as far as borrowing clothes I imagine it more like they accidentally trade their clothes (and just objects in general), especially with their shirts since they both wear like the same blue shirt. Also speaking of clothes zen has to regularly tie Maruki’s ties for him because maruki had to teach himself...and he didn’t do a very good job at it.
- pet names! Zenkichi loves them. He has all sort of funny little ones for maruki (tanuki is my personal favorite...I’ve seen a lot of people use that for maruki and I am fucking. I’m so here for it). Maruki’s are pretty generic and he does use them, just not as often. He usually just calls him zen.
- I had a hard time with the introvert/extrovert one and I’m still a little unsure of it. I imagine both of them can act like an extrovert, but they have their limits with how many people they can be around and for how long. I feel like Zenkichi in particular gets really exhausted when he’s been around for people for too long. Since Maruki was a counselor for a bit I feel like he would have built up more of a tolerance for it, but Zenkichi I see as being more of a lone wolf (hahaha..get it) in his work and what he does.
- affection styles I also feel like is pretty self explanatory. Maruki likes to sweet talk him and sometimes gets really sappy and writes zen little love letters or will text him paragraphs of how much he loves him while he’s at work. And as for Zen, he can’t cook for shit but he finds other funny little ways to show his affection, like through cuddles and buying Maruki little things, etc.
- as for confessions. I imagine them both being so awkward and nervous about their feelings for each other so neither of them want to say anything. But since Zenkichi has a tendency to just. Say things. I imagine one day he just kinda accidentally blurts it out when he gets flustered.
- the bugs thing I was also kinda stumped on. I feel like they’re both pretty neutral about it. Maruki definitely feels bad killing them though. There was one time Zenkichi came home to him crying about how he had to kill a spider to get in the shower.
- okay for driving the car. We know maruki worked as a taxi driver for a bit so he doesn’t mind it that much. Now for Zenkichi, he definitely can drive. He just really doesn’t like it. I have this whole really sad hc that even though he wasn’t there for Aoi’s death, cars only remind him of the whole incident and the aftermath. He has a tolerance for it, but every now and again the idea of driving just makes him really sad and anxious. So, of course, maruki is more than happy to do most of the driving. Also since he has more free time he’s cool driving Akane places like school or sleepovers or going to visit zen at work (:
- cooking. yeah. yeah.... Zenkichi tries to help...he really tries his best.... he really tries....
- Zenkichi doesn’t dislike pda, he just gets super flustered about it. Especially because he’s never been in a relationship with a guy before and he’s still getting used to his sexuality. Basically he’s just shy. Maruki on the other hand. He loves flustering his poor bf, and is pretty comfortable with his sexuality so he loves showing the whole world just how much he loves his Zenkichi (:
- they’re both pretty protective because they’re so scared of losing each other. Since they’ve both lost someone incredibly close to them, they want to make sure the other is safe and happy at all times. Maruki is definitely more protective of Zenkichi’s feelings and emotions. While I imagine after royal he’s gotten better about feeling the need to save everyone, he still feels an intense need to help Zenkichi as much as he can. He’ll always ask him things like “are you okay?” or “am I making you happy?” because he worries so much he’ll somehow fail or lose Zenkichi. He also still has struggles with his own self worth, so some of his protectiveness comes from his own insecurities. Zen has to reassure him a lot that he’s very happy to be with him because Maruki doesn’t always believe it. And as for Zenkichi he’s more protective in a physical way. Any time maruki gets hurt he freaks the fuck out and his dad instincts kick in. Basically because of their past trauma they’re both pretty protective of each other ;v;
- for relationship experience, obviously they’ve both been in relationships. I put them both pretty low because
a) they don’t have much experience dating other guys (for zen this is like. The first time he’s ever even acknowledged feeling this way about another man) and
b) they’re both fucking idiots (affectionately)
I could go on but this post is already long enough so if anyone made it to the bottom holy shit thank you for indulging in my hasemaru bullshit with me (:
#my art#zenkichi hasegawa#takuto maruki#hasemaru#p5s#persona 5 strikers#p5r#persona 5 royal#this is MY favorite ship and I will go off about it as much as I like#anyway yeah uh them (:#sorry for any spelling errors I got really excited
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(Chain) Mail Call
Day 5: Hockey & Hobbies on AO3
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“Uhhh, Nurse? What’s that you’ve got there?”
He knew the question would be coming. It’s the first road trip of his new team on the way to play the Schooners. And it’s not like he has a normal, easily accessible hobby. Nursey was surrounded by bags of tiny metal rings and two sets of pliers. He looked over at Smee and watched his eyes get bigger as Nursey pulled out the piece he was working on. Smee is a rookie, fresh from juniors, and Nursey’s d-partner. It doesn’t seem like he’s gonna be a dick about this, so he answers.
“It’s chain mail,” he says settling in to his seat and picking up his pliers.
“Chain mail.” Smee says flatly.
“Yup. One of my old teammates back at Samwell got me into it.” Nursey starts opening links as he continues, “It’s meditative and shit, plus it gives me something to do with my hands while I listen to my audiobooks.”
“That’s … pretty cool, Nursey,” Smee says.
“Thanks, Smee,” he says.
Not a bad reaction, on the whole. Last season he got a lot of weird looks and some not so friendly comments, so mostly kept the chain mail at home and just watched a lot of movies instead. But he hadn’t really been a good fit on his last team, either. Smee’s reaction made Nursey think that he wouldn’t be made fun of for his weird plane hobby here. Or not as meanly.
He wasn’t lying to Smee, he really does listen to audiobooks while assembling the mail, so he turns on the latest Murderbot novel and gets to work. He pries open what he deems to be an appropriate number of rings to get started, and starts to attach the opened ones to closed ones. He uses up all the open links and is left holding a strip of two rings. Now comes the hard part, adding the new strip to the main piece. He’s so in the zone that he doesn’t realize at first that the plane is quiet.
Too quiet.
He only notices when there’s a pause at the end of chapter. He pauses the book, and takes his headphones off. He does a double take when he sees the entirety of his team crowding close.
“You guys okay?” Nursey asks nervously. He hasn’t had this many people crowding him since Samwell, but that was a very different vibe. Nursey realizes he’s holding his breath, worried, braced for a negative reaction from the guys he still doesn’t know very well yet.
“NURSEY OH MY GOD – “
“HOLY CRAP NURSEY – “
“Can you teach me??”
“THAT’S SO COOL!!”
“I want to do that!”
Nursey lets his breath out, relieved. His teammates all erupt with excitement and questions and the noise is so loud that he can’t actually make anything out for sure, but he is glad that no one can tell he’s blushing from all the general hubbub directed toward him. It’s nice to know his instincts in signing with this team were right. He’s gonna be okay here.
“I can teach you guys yeah, but not more than one at a time, I only have so many pliers and rings and stuff.” He finally says when they’ve calmed down enough.
Smee immediately calls dibs and throws himself into the seat next to Nursey; the others grumble and move back to their seats, but Nursey can hear them figuring out a schedule for the next few weeks. Smiling to himself, he turns back to Smee.
“Alright you ready?”
“Yeah! Thanks for doing this Nursey.”
“Of course, dude.”
“You said your old teammate taught you?”
“Yeah, Tango. Guy’s a riot; always asking questions. But that means he has a lot of random knowledge rattling around. He noticed I was feeling pretty anxious on a roadie one day and just sat down next to me and was like, ‘Hey Nursey, you should help me with this,’ and it totally calmed me down. So now it’s my go-to activity when I’m gonna be flying, it’s not really conducive to do on a bus. No tray tables.”
“Well, thanks for passing it on, man,” Smee is definitely blushing now. “You know, I was nervous to talk to you?”
“What? Why?”
“Well, you’re just so cool and chill and like confident all the time and we’re both new to the team but you’ve been in the NHL longer AND you went to college and,” Smee’s hand comes up and rubs the back of his neck, “I don’t know man its just – intimidating, I guess?”
Nursey just stares at him. Smee’s intimidated by him. Somewhere Shitty and Ransom are laughing particularly hard, and they don’t know why. He makes a mental note to text the Frog Chat as soon as possible to brag about how the rookie thinks he’s intimidating and chill. Shut up, Dex, yes, he is. If it wasn’t totally rude, he’d be bragging in the Frog Chat about it right now, but it is - so instead he finds his extra pliers for Smee.
“Well, I definitely wasn’t intending to be intimidating – just wait till I manage to trip and spill a bowl of cereal on someone and believe me the magic will be gone,” Nursey says.
“… Right.” Smee is looking doubtful, but Nursey knows it’s only a matter of time before he takes his throne as the clumsiest guy on the team. Not eager to hurry that fact along, he dumps out some more rings and clears his throat.
“Okay. So. The first step is to use the pliers to open a bunch of the split rings. Make sure you don’t open them too far or they’ll get too weak and snap.”
“Like this?”
Nursey check Smee’s work and grins, “Yeah that’s great, Smee. Do that for another ten minutes or so and then I’ll teach you how to link them.”
“Thanks man,” Smee says.
“It is gonna get old if you keep thanking me all the time, Smee,” Nursey says. “It’s a little selfish, actually, but if you learn, you can help teach the others. And then maybe I won’t be booked every single road trip. I’ll miss my books.”
Smee frowns a little, then brightens, “What are you reading? We could listen together, maybe?”
Smee reminds him of Chowder so viscerally it’s like he got punched in the stomach. He really needs to text his friends. It’s definitely been too long.
“Sure thing, Smee. Let me go back to the beginning of the series. Don’t look like that they are really short, and I’ve been meaning to reread them anyway. The first one is called All Systems Red and the series is known as The Murderbot Diaries by Martha Wells.” Nursey fiddles with his phone, and while Smee asks a bunch more questions about the book and making chain mail, he’s able to sneak a text off to the Frog Chat.
Me: The rookie told me he was nervous to talk to me because I’m quote: Cool and chill and confident and I went to college So take that
Dex 🦞: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA HAHHAHAHAHAHA HAHHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA Good one Nursey
Chowder 🦈🦈🦈🦈: that is so nice, Nursey! If ONLY HE KNEW THE TRUTH
Me: Shut up I'm very intimidating The both of you are so savage I love you guys
Chowder 🦈🦈🦈🦈: 😘 See you when you play the Sharks! Only 1 week!
Dex 🦞: Still can’t breathe from laughing 🤣 Love you man See you when you get home 🙂
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#nurseyweek2021#nursey#dex#chowder#random hockey man smee#Nursey makes chain mail now#boy needs something to do with his hands#day 5: hockey and hobbies#chain mail#shut up dex he is too intimidating#and very chill#people wish they were as chill as him#murderbot diaries#because those books slap#and the new novel is coming out REALLY SOON#can't wait#Martha wells#murderbot
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Have you seen the post going around about the zoom class with one guy and his full streamer setup vs the guy whose just in the middle of the woods? I know you have a prompt list rn but I’m just saying there’s a sternclay fic in there somewhere...
It is! Here you go!
Life is better with order. Or, at the very least, with some attempt at patterns, organization, or consistency.
Which is why Stern has carefully arranged his desk, his chair, and his equipment in the background. Streaming as a hobby and a side hustle means he has some (okay, a lot) of practice making his digital self look just right. He needs to make a good impression on the first day of the semester.
Unlike some people.
“Holy shit man, are you in the woods?” Duck, the guy in a “Monongahela National Forest” shirt, grins as he asks this of another student whose screen consists of a forest clearing, a log, and the name “Barclay.”
“Yeah. Hang on, lemme finish getting the phone balanced.”
“Dude, that’s like, way better than my background” this comes from Jake, in front of a poorly rendered half-pipe.
“Can’t really take credit for it, just where I ended up.” Barclay sits down, and Stern gets his first look at a man so tall he barely fits in the frame, with a short, coppery beard and an honest-to-god man-bun.
Damn west coast schools.
“How is your battery going to last long enough for class?” Stern leans back in his chair, certain Barclay will have “battery trouble” halfway through as an excuse to cut out early.
Barclay smiles, lifting up a small green and black rectangle, “solar battery. Not everyone needs fancy gadgets for school.” He aims a pointed stare at Sterns set-up.
“It’s important to have the right equipment.”
“Whatever you say, man.” He lifts a cup of iced coffee into the frame, sipping it through a straw. It’s the picture of relaxation, as if nothing is wrong in the world. As if this is all totally normal.
Stern wants to reach through the screen and slap some sense into him. Preferably while he’s shirtless.
He chalks that thought up to not having gotten laid since last December and pulls up his note taking software as Professor Chicane enters the room.
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Private Chat 9/20/20
Duck (he/him): I timed it, we’re already at ten minutes of arguing.
Indrid (he/him): I know Ned enjoys their demonstrating the different modes of rhetoric, but this is a bit extreme.
Duck: To be fair, Joe does seem kinda uptight.
Indrid: Yes, but Barclay should know by now that zeroing in on him during our practice debates only results in this.
Duck: Yeah. Oh shit, are they for real wrapping up you think?
Indrid: We can only hope. Skype me tonight?
Duck: Of course, sugar.
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What is Joseph’s problem? He’s got a set-up that would make a pro-vlogger jealous, what looks to be a well-lit apartment with some houseplants and the kind of coffee-cups that are weirdly lacking in personality. His clothes are immaculate, his hair slicked back as if he;s in a business meeting rather than an online class in the midst of a chaotic world. So why is he acting like everything is terrible? And why is he always arguing with Barclay, when there are plenty of other people in the class to disagree with?
“Now” Mr. Chicane’s voice booms through the tiny speaker on his phone, “if you all had a chance to read over the instructions, we will begin the first mock debate. Do we have any volunteers?”
He and Joe raise their hands at the same time. Mr. Chicane raises an eyebrow.
“While I appreciate your eagerness, gentlemen, I would like two other volunteers this time.”
That’s fine by him. It’s not like he likes listening to Joseph get all wound up and passionate, making everyone on the call sit up and take notice of him. It’s not as if he enjoys being the center of his focus.
Nope, not at all.
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Private chat 10/11/20
Jake (he/him): Dudes, did you see who got paired up on the final project?
Aubrey (she/her): Chicane must be getting them back for all the times they’ve hijacked discussions.
Duck (he/him): Man, for their sake I hope it works out.
Indrid (he/him): This is going to be a disaster.
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“Are you out of your mind!” Stern is talking before Barclay’s video is fully on.
“Nope. And you don’t have to yell, my speaker works just fine.”
“You’re outside, for all I know there’s a ton of ambient noise.”
Barclay, phone obviously in his hand as he walks through the trees, groans.
“And don’t try to derail this; how can you possibly suggest I come out there so we can do the project in person? We’re supposed to be limiting travel and gatherings.”
“Look, Joseph, we both agree that trying to generate our own cryptid hoax is the best way to demonstrate all the techniques Ned wants us too, right?”
“Yes” he hides his answer behind the rim of his coffee mug.
“We’ll do a way better job if we work in the same space. And if it makes you feel any better, I haven’t had any human contact in three weeks; all quarantined up, unlike whatever you’ve been doing in the city.”
He sets the mug down with a thunk, “I haven’t been out in a month. And before that was only for one grocery run and a hospital visit.”
“Uhhh-”
“I cut my hand cooking. So. Yeah.”
Literal crickets chirp, courtesy of Barclay’s end of the line, as the silence stretches on.
“If it helps, it’s real easy to stay isolated here, and I’ve still got utilities and everything.”
“And you’re not subsisting only on MREs or granola or something?”
A deep chuckle, the kind that makes his skin prickle, “Nope. That much I can promise.”
Stern glances around the studio apartment, clean and empty.
“What’s your address?”
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Look, all Stern is going to say is that he’s seen and read plenty of stories that start with a cabin in the woods and none of them end well. Which is why he’s still sitting in his car, parked beside a beat-up Subaru, rather than knocking on the door.
Breathe in, five counts. Out for four. Repeat four times.
Waiting for him on the door is a note.
Joseph,
Key under mat, make yourself at home.
Barclay.
He brings in his bags (a matching set of three, a gift from his aunt last year), placing them in the tiny guest room. It’s not much more than a bed, a dresser, and a tiny table. But there’s a heating unit below the window looking out into the woods, which is pretty pleasant. He’ll be keeping the blinds closed at night, though; he hates the thought of something being able to look in.
Stern’s busy evaluating the laundry closet when the front door opens.
“Hey, glad you found the place okay.”
Barclay stands in the doorway, a basket full of fruit in one hand. He’s remarkably kempt for a man living in the woods and that, combined with the deep voice being even richer in person and the fact Stern has to actually look up to meet his eyes, has him stumbling for words.
“Your directions were very thorough. Thank you. Um. I put my things in there, should I, um-”
“I can give you the grand tour.” The taller man sets the basket on the dining table, notices Sterns puzzled expression “there’s a piece of property about a mile thataway that has orchards they don’t really use. They let me come and pick whenever i want, less for them to clean up.”
Barclay keeps up a steady monologue as he shows him the cabin. The lower level is the living room and dining area, a kitchen which leads onto the back deck, Sterns room, and a bathroom. As the cabin is A-frame, the upstairs is Barclay’s room, all dark wood and pine colored plaid. It’s as Barclay is telling him about the woodpecker that sometimes nests in the eaves that he realizes why he’s talking so much.
He’s nervous.
Neither of their nerves improve when he gets to his last point of order.
“Uh, so, the bathroom downstairs is only a half-bath.”
“So...if I want to shower, which I do, I have to come up here.”
“Yeah.” Barclay scratches the back of his neck, “sorry. I don’t, like, sleep naked or anything so we should be fine.”
“Disappointing.” Stern sighs, only to sail past sarcastic and land face first in sincere.
Barclay blushes, then shrugs, “Trust me, after the first night, you’ll see why.”
Stern does. He’s warm as long as he’s in bed, but the moment he ventures into the bathroom in the middle of the night he’s cocooned in cold.
The morning brings cinnamon and coffee on the draft coming under the door. He plods into the kitchen in search of caffeine, finds Barclay in an pron, the counter covered in trays of dough.
“Morning!”
“Morning. Coffee-”
“Right there, sugar and stuff’s in the cabinet above it, cream and such is in the fridge.”
Blessedly, there’s heavy cream to be found, and soon he’s sipping from an enamel mug emblazoned with a UFO made of veggies.
“Is this all for your job?” Barclay mentioned he was a cook during an icebreaker.
“Yep. Way it works is I bust my ass baking once or twice a day, and Thacker, who works with Mama at the Lodge in town, comes and takes them over there. Normally I’d just be there but, well, y’know.”
“Everything is on fire? Figuratively, I mean.”
“Sometimes literally too, but yeah.”
As he’s turning to grab his clothes and head showerward, Barclay adds, “You a scone man, coffecake man, or a cinnamon roll man?”
“Coffeecake?” It comes out hesitant.
“There’s no right answer, man.” Barclay sounds amused, “what do you want?”
“Cake, definitely.”
“Cool. I’ll save you a slice.”
Once he’s showered and on the wi-fi, his day runs like normal; one lecture, reading, a research paper, his initial half of their project, and working either his copy-editing or transcription job in between, and planning his next stream. Barclay comes and goes, stops now and then to see if he needs anything, leaves a sandwich in front of him around dinner time. Then it’s time to crawl under the covers and dream of a less-stressful world.
The next day, just before one, Barclay taps him on the shoulder.
“Ready for class?”
“Yes…” He gestures to his laptop and notebook.
“C’mon, join me out here, it’s way nicer, and we can share the phone.”
“Barclay, it’s a nonsensical way to attend class, just stay in here with me! Even this set-up has to be better than the woods.”
“This set up. You mean my house?” All the friendliness leaves hi voice.
“Yes. Look, I agreed to come out because you’re right, if we want to ace this thing that’s worth sixty percent of our grade, this is the place to do it; I don’t have to go along with the whole self-sufficient woodsman aesthetic while I’m here. “
“Yeah, I’d say you’re pretty far from self-sufficient. See you in class.”
Stern stews through the entire session, but where he’d usually find something Barclay says to latch onto, he instead gnaws on himself. Why didn’t he just go with him? Why snap at someone who’s been nothing but nice since he got here?
Whatever the answer, how can he fix it?
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Barclay tromps back through the twilight, done with his second class of the day. If Joseph is in the main house, he plans to ignore him until tomorrow morning. That all goes out the window with the clank of dishes from the kitchen.
Peering in reveals the other man bent over, pulling a casserole from the oven. He waits to announce his presence until Joseph is out of the danger zone, enjoying the view as he does.
“Smells good.”
Blue eyes flick over to him as Joseph opens drawers, “it’s mostly cheese and chips, so I’m not surprised.”
“Servers are in that one.”
“Thank you. Nacho pie?” He scoops some into a bowl, holding it out.
“Sure. Uh, look, Joseph I-”
Joseph holds up the server, “Wait. Before you apologize I, um, I wanted to say I’m sorry for my comments. And for being so...me-ish.” He sighs, staring at the utensil in his grip, “I’ve always been a little bit tense, tried to be polite and effective and friendly in spite of it. The last six months made that harder to do. I don’t love it when I can’t be organized, when normal systems go out of place. But that’s no excuse for being rude to you, even before you invited me here. You’re just so...you’re always so calm and relaxed, like nothing was wrong and I just honed in on that way more than made sense. I’m sorry.”
“If it makes you feel better, I kinda did the same thing. You’re always so put together, it looked like you had this organized life in the midst of this whole shitstorm. I feel lik everything is slipping away, like my world is just this cabin. I mean, I assumed you were seeing friends in the city, while I haven’t seen Mama in person since April. So” he sets the bowl down, rests his hand on Joseph’s shoulder, “I’m sorry too.”
Joseph laughs, softly, “turns out we both had failures of imagination, huh?”
“Yeah” he runs a hand over Joseph's back, “now come on, this dinner’s not gonna eat itself.”
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“You sure you don’t wanna wear the bigfoot costume?”
“Positive. Besides, it suits you.” Joseph finishes styling the fur on the head of the costume to look more realistic, “I just hope we get this done before that storm comes in; as mush as the rain would add to the mood of the scene, that’ll be hell to dry and you’ll be miserable. So, go lurk over there while I finish up getting the camera settings where they need to be.”
“Yes sir” Barclay pops the head on, leaves crunching as moves to his appointed tree. He smiles as he watches Joseph fiddle with the camera; things have been so much better between them these last two weeks. They trade off cooking dinner, study side by side, and watch movies or play games in the warmth of the heater. They have a similar sense of humor and taste in books, and are tidy to boot. Joseph’s even come with him to listen to lectures in the woods, the pair sharing a thermos of coffee under the astonished gaze of their classmates. There’s just one problem.
Barclay’s buried crush is now blooming in every direction. Animated, argumentative Joseph was attractive. Joseph, in all his moods and mannerisms, is devastatingly enchanting. He’s come close to telling him this, but the other man is his guest and also only here for another two and a half weeks, so a confession is setting himself up for heartbreak at worst and awkwardness at best.
He almost blew it last night when they were washing dishes (Joseph scrubs, Barclay dries and puts away).
“Last one.”
“Thanks, blue eyes.”
“What was that?”
“Uh, blue eyes? Like a, uh, a nickname?”
Joseph laughs, “Sounds like something from a Raymond Chandler book. I like it.”
On the plus side, if Joseph thinks it’s just a nickname and not a pet name, maybe Barclay can keep using it.
“Are you ready?’
He sticks up a hairy thumb and calls, “you know it, blue eyes.”
That same laugh as Joseph takes up his position. Maybe it’s the weird film over the costume’s eyes, but Barclay swears he sees a blush.
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Stern trawls through the search results. Their video is getting some traction, with two cryptid hunter sites claiming it’s credible footage. He’s making note of how the information spread, which threads lead to belief and which to doubt, when Barclay calls from upstairs.
“Joseph? Little help?”
The other man is in the bathroom, and when Stern knocks he says, “Think the pilot light on the water heater went out again, all I’m getting is cold water. Can you go relight it?”
“Sure.” He gets to the stairs then, stops, “where’s the key to that closet?”
“Huh? Oh, shit, right, hang on” Barclay says at the same time as Stern’s “don’t worry, I can find it.”
Which is why the instant he turns back into the bedroom is the same instant Barclay steps out of the bathroom, blue towel around his waist.
Any blood that doesn’t head south goes instantly to Stern’s cheeks.
“You okay there, blue-eyes?”
“It’s completely unfair how good you look without a shirt.”
He clamps a hand over his mouth.
“Idn’t ean to ay at out oud” The mumbled explanation makes Barclay smirk.
“You like this, should see what’s under the towel.”
The unusually bold statement from Barclay kindles his own confidence.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, big guy.”
“Who says I won’t.” Barclay sits down on the edge of the bed, nonchalant and leaning back on his hands, “got plenty of time to make good on them.”
“We literally don’t. I go back in a week and two days.”
Barclay toys with the lint on the towel, “you could stay. Through break, through next semester, for however long you wanted.”
“Do you mean that?”
A shy nod, “I like having you around, Joseph. Even beyond the huge fucking crush I have on you I...everything is a little better when you’re around.”
“I, um, I guess it could work. We know next semester is online too, and so is work, so…” there must be variables missing, something he’s not seeing, some reason this is too good to be true.
“You want some space away from shirtless me to think about it?”
“That’d be great.”
Barclay stands, hesitates, then plants a quick kiss on his forehead, “take all the time you need, blue eyes.”
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Private Chat log 1/11/2021
Barclay (he/him): Did you see the look on Duck’s face when we turned up in frame together.
Joseph (he/him): Yes. Pretty sure Aubrey yelled something about him needing to pay up. I wonder what the bet was.
Barclay (he/him): Whatever it was, pretty sure I came out the biggest winner.
Stern snorts, trying not to blush on camera, and leans over to kiss his boyfriend on the cheek.
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Take it Slow - Part Eighty
a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.
Warnings: Fluff and smut.
Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)
Harry goes to work the next day and Isaac practically leaps into his arms. Harry chuckles and hugs him back.
“Please, don’t ever leave for two weeks again. We missed you too much.” He pouts.
“Sorry, mate.” He smiles. “Where’s Mariah?”
“She’s coming in at noon. She’s had so many early appointments, she blocked herself off to sleep in a bit.” Harry hums his response. “Your first will be here in an hour.”
“Perfect, thanks.”
“So you had a good trip?”
“Mhm, it was great. I wish Y/N could’ve stayed the whole time. We had so much fun together.”
“She came in to see us.”
“She told me.” Isaac grins at him. “What?”
“So…we can really go on a double date when you all get back?”
“Yes.” He sighs. “We can all go on a double date.” Isaac hands Harry his coffee.
“Thanks, I just need to get settled upstairs and then I’ll come down to chat. Got lots of pictures to show yeh.”
Isaac nods and sits back at his desk. Harry goes up to his office and rifles through his bag for your engagement ring. He unlocks his desk drawer and puts it inside. He locks it back up and checks a few emails. He forwards a ton of things to Isaac for him to take care of, and goes back downstairs.
“What did she tell you about Seth, exactly?” Harry asks, leaning on Isaac’s desk.
“She told me what he does for work, and that he’s really very sweet.”
“And it’s not weird for her to be setting him up with you?”
“She seemed really unbothered, like I literally think it was just a sex thing between friends, Harry.” He nods. “You’re not seriously jealous are you?”
“It’s not jealousy.” He fidgets with some of the pens on the desk. “It’s more like…unease. Like why is he coming back into her life now?”
“Timing is a funny thing sometimes.”
“What would you wanna do for a date?”
“Drinks could be fun, don’t you think? Something casual.”
“We could go to that adult arcade. Y/N and I went there on our second date, it was fun. The food was pretty decent too.”
“That would be fun! Nice way to beat the heat too.” Harry nods. “You’d do anything for her, wouldn’t you?” He laughs.
“You have no idea.”
“Is that why you walk funny sometimes?” Harry’s cheeks heat up. “Like this morning.”
“Isaac, I don’t know what you’re gettin’ at, but-“
“Relax, I won’t say anything to anyone.”
“About what?!” Isaac gives him a knowing look. “How, how could you possibly-“
“Sweetheart, please, don’t insult me. I know what it looks like the day after some good railing.”
“Jesus Christ.” Harry runs his hands over his face.
“Like I said, I won’t say anything.”
“You know, it’s not like…I mean…she…”
“H, it’s okay, we all like different things.”
“The thing is I don’t think I’d like it if anyone else did it…it’s just something about her doin’ it.”
“You know, there are certain ways to stretch beforehand so it’s not so obvious afterwards.” Harry rolls his eyes at him. “Just speaking from experience.”
“Thanks, mate.”
Harry’s first appointment comes in, a girl and her mother.
“Hi, you must be Rebecca, here for your senior portraits?”
“Yes.” She smiles and look at Harry.
“We’re gonnna go across the street to the park.” He says to her with a smile.
//
Harry has lunch outside with Isaac later that day.
“I really appreciate you blockin’ my calendar so I actually have time to eat.”
“Please, I do it for myself and Mariah. You get so hangry when you don’t eat.” He laughs. “Does Y/N make your lunch? It always looks so good.”
“We take turns meal preppin’, but she’s usually the one to pack it. She leaves me these little notes, it’s cute.”
“You guys are such a cute couple. I hope I have that some day.” Harry puts his hand on his shoulder.
“You will.” He smiles.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Always.”
“How did you know you were in love with Y/N?”
“Oh god, well, we went on this weekend away together up in New Hampshire, like, really early on. Think we had only been together a couple of months, maybe three. I took this picture of her while we were walking along this trails…” He takes his phone out. The lock screen was a picture of the two of and Buster from your trip to Castle Island. His wallpaper was the picture of you from the trip. “See?” Isaac looks at it and smiles. “When I look down at the picture and back up to her, I was like, holy shit. You know?”
“Had you ever been in love before?”
“No.”
“Never?”
“Never…I mean I had a high school sweetheart, and ‘loved’ her, but that wasn’t real, you know?”
“Yeah, I get it.”
“She realized she was in love with me that weekend too.” He smiles.
“How did you say it to each other?”
“Over a fuckin’ fight on the phone.”
“You’re kidding!”
“I wish.” He scoffs. “We had gotten into this thing, it was her fault, and she went home. She called me hours later cryin’, and then she said she loved me.”
“What did you do?”
“I didn’t think I heard her correctly at first, but I did. And I told her I loved her too, and rushed over to her place, and then we said it in person.”
“God, that’s so romantic.” He laughs.
“I guess.” He takes a sip of his water. “You know, I’ve had girls tell me they were in love with me before, and it never meant anything to me. But when she said it, I was all consumed. She had me.”
“What was it about her?”
“What wasn’t it?! She’s insanely beautiful, smart, funny, and she’s so genuine. She’s a good person, Isaac. She’s not always great at expressing certain things, but she makes up for it in other ways. Like, she just takes really good care of me.”
“How so?”
“She does all of my laundry. She folds it all for me, puts it away, irons it, hangs it up. She washes all the towels too. I have no idea when she washes the sheets, but they’re always fresh. She restocks my shampoo and bodywash, she makes me breakfast every single morning, packs up my lunches…”
“Sounds like your mother.” He laughs.
“My mum didn’t do all that for me. Well she did, but once I got old enough to do it myself, I did. I haven’t needed her to do any of those things. She just does them. She’ll even text me to ask if I’ve eaten. She jumps at the chance to help me with whatever I need. She’s amazing.”
“I hope someone talks about me some day like this.”
“Who knows, maybe Seth will be your Y/N.” He nudges Isaac’s shoulder.
//
“We feel like we haven’t seen you in forever.” Kate says to you as you plop down on the couch in your apartment.
“Same could be said for you.” You say, rolling your eyes.
“I have a boyfriend.”
“And I have a friend.”
“Yeah, that let get in there balls deep whenever he wants.”
“Hell fucking yeah I do, and it’s not just whenever he wants, it’s when I want too.” She sits down next to you. “And we don’t always meet up to hook up, sometimes we just hang out as friends. We cook together, in fact, I’m going over for dinner tonight. I think we’re making meatballs.”
“You were just there…”
“For sex.”
“Are you sure he’s not falling into the boyfriend category?”
“Positive.”
“So you’ll come out with us for girl’s night tonight then? After your little dinner?”
“Of course, I wouldn’t miss it, Kate.”
//
The idea that this would be your first birthday without Kate in years was starting to get to you. But you knew you’d be just fine without her. You had started packing somethings on Wednesday evening. You’d all be going down to the Cape on Thursday evening to beat some of the traffic.
Harry gets home from work and gives you a big hug and kiss. He takes Buster out quick and then joins you in the bedroom to help you pack.
“You’re in a good mood.” You say, kissing him for the millionth time since he’s been through the door.
“Just had a nice day with Isaac is all. Mariah came in after lunch so he and I got to have some one on one time.”
“Oh good.” You sigh at the mound of clothes on your bed. “Let’s start with the swim suits. I’d like to bring a few.”
“Ohhhh, look at these bottoms.” He holds up a thong style bathing suit bottom. “Didn’t know you had this.”
“It’s for tanning.” You snatch it from him.
“I think you should bring it with you.”
“Oh, you want everyone to see my bare ass? Okay.”
He snatches it back from you.
“Nevermind.” You start laughing and shake your head. “What about this one?” He holds up a bright orange, strapless bikini top.
“Yeah, I like that one…I could just bring a pair of black bottoms and mix and match the tops. I’d rather save room for my dresses and stuff. What are you bringing?”
“Got my yellow trunks.”
“Are those the only trunks you have?”
“Uhhh, got a pair of purple ones too. I just prefer the yellow. Let’s look at your sundresses, what vibe are you goin’ for?” You both step to your closet and furrow your brows.
“I don’t know…oh! I have this coral, teal sparkly dress I’m wearing on my actual birthday. See?” You pull out a short, strapless dress. “I even have the heels to match. I wanna wear shorts too. I have a few tube tops, lots of crop tops…”
“It’s your birthday, pack what you want so you have options. No one’s gonna judge if you back heavy. Four nights is a lot to pack for anyways.”
“True.”
“Tell me again why all the girls are drivin’ together, and Niall and I are drivin’ separate.”
“You’re lucky you’re even invited you know?” You say jokingly. “It’s usually a girl’s trip. We wanna be able to blast whatever music we want for the drive, and talk about whatever. Plus, Sarah has a nice SUV so we can fit more of our shit in the trunk. We’ll need the room for groceries when we all shop Friday morning.”
“You and I get to sleep together right? Boys aren’t banished to one end of the house.”
“Are you crazy, I’m gonna be drunk all weekend, I’m gonna need that dick.” Harry bursts out laughing and kisses you.
“I’m very excited.”
“I’m gonna miss Buster…”
“Me too, babe.”
“You’re sure Isaac doesn’t mind watching him for so long?”
“Not at all. He likes hangin’ out with him. He’ll be bored with the studio closed anyways, it’ll give him somethin’ to do. He’s, uh, really excited about Seth.”
“Seth’s excited too.”
“You speak with him today?”
“Mhm, for a little bit on our ways home from work.” Harry nods. “Is that alright?”
“Yeah, it’s fine. You’re reconnecting.”
“Exactly.”
“Could you please just go put these on, I need to see what your ass looks like in these bottoms.”
“Oh my god!” You laugh and take them from him. “Fine!”
//
You and Seth are full to the brim from your dinner. You had a lot of fun cooking with him. You’re both just hanging on the couch when you see it’s starting to get late.
“I gotta get going. Girl’s night. Need to go pregame and get ready.”
“Want me to walk you back?”
“Nah, it’s still light enough out, I’ll be alright.”
“Okay, just text me when you get there.”
“Can do.”
“And, uh, text me when girl’s night is over too.” You grin at him.
“You know girl’s night ends in a sleepover in the living room.” You stand up and walk towards the door and he follows you.
“Or, and hear me out, I could meet you at the bar and bring your ass back here.” Your cheeks flush. “I’d take you upstairs now, but I wouldn’t want you looking fucked out before you go out with your friends. On second thought-“
“Seth!” You swat a hand at him. “Stop it.”
“Seriously though, come over tonight.” He tucks some hair behind your ear.
“I’ll let you know.”
**
You have a great time at the bar with the girls. You didn’t think about Seth once until your fifth shot of tequila. Even though had him that morning, you wanted him again…and again…and again. You all start walking back to your apartment when the bar closes.
“So, what movie are we all watching tonight?” Kate slurs.
“I think it should be a comedy.” Rachel says.
“I…might not stay for the movie.” The three stop short and look at you.
“Why not?” Kate asks.
“She wants to fuck Seth, obviously.” Sarah smirks. “That’s cool, do you want us to walk you there?”
“Actually, yeah, do you-“
“Wait a second. No fucking way. We’re supposed to-“
“Kate, why are we even having girl’s night anyways? Oh yeah, because Kevin went home for the weekend.” Rachel says. “So what, because you’re not getting any this weekend that means Y/N can’t? We can all watch a movie tomorrow.”
“But that’s not how girl’s night goes. If she goes, then Sarah will go off with Ben, and you’ll find some girl’s cootchie to stick your tongue in, and-“
“Woahhhhh!” You say. “Who the fuck are you to talk to all of us like that, Kate? Jesus.”
“Kate, we’re walking Y/N to Seth’s and then we’re going home.” Rachel says and turns to start the walk.
Kate walks behind all of you as you walk to Seth’s apartment. Seth opens the door after you text him.
“Hey.” He smiles and grabs you by the waist. He almost kisses you when he sees the other three. “Oh shit, hey guys.” He blushes.
“Just wanted to make sure our girl got here safe.” Rachel says. “Have fun.”
You giggle and thank them. You and Kate look at each other.
“Did I ruin girl’s night?”
“No…Kate’s just mad because she didn’t get her way.”
“Oh, well, she’s always pissy about something.”
“Exactly.”
“Alrighty then.”
He lifts you up over his shoulder and carries you upstairs. You squeal, and he smacks your ass.
“Roommates, remember?”
“God, just get me up the stairs and fuck me.” You whine.
Seth gets you on the bed and practically slams his door shut. He gets a good look at the tight dress you’re wearing. He licks his lips and smiles. You were in for it tonight.
//
Harry helps you get your bags down to the street Thursday evening. Him and Niall were already loaded up, you were just waiting for Sarah to roll up with Rachel and Mariah. Sarah drives up blasting Girls Just Wanna Have Fun and you start laughing. They all get out and help you load your things into the car.
“You get shotgun, birthday girl.” She says hugging you.
“Please, don’t crash your car. I know how crazy you all get.” Niall says, kissing his girlfriend.
“We’ll do our best.”
“See you guys in a little while.”
Harry pulls you in for a kiss that leaves butterflies in your stomach.
“Drive safe, see you soon.” He gives your bum a pat before you get into the car.
“Y/N, put on that playlist.”
You plug your phone in and connect to the Bluetooth. You put on a song by the Ying Yang Twins and Sarah cranks the radio. She honks her horn as she pulls away. Harry and Niall look at each other after they get in Harry’s car.
“What did we get ourselves into?” Niall asks.
“I wish I fucking knew.”
//
You wake up the next morning with some fresh bites on your neck and chest. Seth had scratch marks all over his back. He rolls over to face you, and watches you get up to use his bathroom.
“Hey, can I borrow some clothes to walk back in?”
“Yeah, but…later.” He yanks you back into bed with him.
“My friends think I’ve been spending too much time here.”
“And by friends you mean Kate?”
“Bingo.”
“Do you ever think she regrets getting into a relationship? She used to be way more fun.”
“I know! I have no idea, I feel like she and I can’t have a conversation these days without fighting.”
“Well, feel free to take out any and all rage on me.” He pulls you closer to kiss you. “I like the way it feels when you really fuck my shit up, the way your nails just dig into my skin.”
You groan against him as he presses his hips to yours, and you pull him on top of you. You wrap your legs around him and pull him closer. His hand trails down to your folds and you gasp when his fingers slip inside.
“I mean, why the fuck would you stay home when you can come here and feel good.”
“She’s crazy, ugh, so fucking crazy.” Your head rolls back into the pillow.
“You don’t think we do this too much do you?” His thumb circles over your clit.
“Not at all.” You look up at him. “In fact, I think we could stand to do it more.”
“I wasn’t gonna say anything, but we gotta put the overtime in to get our numbers up.”
“I agree, if we want to perform to the best level possible, overtime is a must.”
“Glad we’re on the same page.” He thrusts in knuckle deep and you moan.
“Me. Too.” You say through gritted teeth.
**
“So are you like dating her?” Ben asks Seth a few days later.
“No.”
“Are you sure? She leaves a ton of her shit here, I feel like every time I’m here she’s here.”
“Am I not allowed to have a friend over? We’re not always here to fuck, and she leaves stuff here so she can dress comfortably when she stays over. It’s not in your way.”
“I think you like her more than you’re leading on.”
“She’s my friend, and a really good fuck. I don’t have to explain anything to you.”
“If all you’re looking for is a hookup, why not do it with the random girls that come onto you all the time?”
“I hate that shit, man. It’s all so fake. With Y/N I can just be myself, and it’s not awkward after. We can talk and joke around, and it’s whatever.”
“One of you is going to catch feelings.”
“Not a chance. She’s not like that, and if I thought she was then I never would have hooked up with her. We’ve gotten to spend a lot more time together this year because of it and I like it. She’s a lot of fun. You know how much fun she is.”
“Yeah, she’s always fun…I just think you guys are gonna get into trouble.”
“I really don’t think so. We’re on the same page.” There’s a knock on the front door. “That’ll be her.”
“To fuck or to be a friend?”
Seth flips him off and opens the door. You had your backpack with you.
“You ready to kick this presentation’s ass?”
“Oh we’re gonna spank the shit outta this thing, come on.” You laugh and head up to his room, not even acknowledging Ben.
You run through your presentation three different times before taking a break.
“I’m so glad we have this class together.” You say.
“Me too, I’m even more glad we got to pick our partners. I did not want to get stuck with some idiot that would make me do all the work.”
“We certainly both know you don’t like doing all the work.” You smirk. He whips a pen at you and you laugh.
“I do plenty of the work, besides that’s not really work is it.”
“I suppose not. Work would mean it’s not fun.”
“Feel like having some fun now?”
“I think we’ve earned it.”
//
“Okay, so rule number one, save the fucking for when we all go to bed.” Sarah says, looking at you slightly.
“I’m feeling very attacked right now.” You say laughing.
“It’s her birthday weekend, if her and Harry wanna sneak off, let them.” Rachel says.
“At least be discrete. I wanna jump Niall any second of the day too, but Jesus you two are gross.”
“One time! One time you saw him give me a hickey Sarah.”
“I will never get the sound of your skin popping from his teeth out of my head.” She laughs. “Look at your neck now, I mean fuck.”
“Listen…it was not my intention to let him fuck me up last night, but he was helping me pick out swim suits and one thing let to another…so you may see many marks on my bod this weekend.”
“Oh, not just your neck?” Mariah smirks.
“Nope.” You turn to look at her. “You’ll see more when I actually have a swimsuit on. He got me pretty good on my hips and thighs last night.”
“Doesn’t it hurt when he bites you like that?” Sarah asks.
“No, it feels so fucking good.” They all laugh. “You know when we first started going out I thought he was doing it to get some frustration out because we weren’t like…actually fucking, but it turns out he just likes to leave a mark. I do it to him too.”
“On his hips and thighs though?” Rachel asks. You turn and grin at her.
“God, you choke each other, you bite, you pe-“
“Sarah!” You shake your head at her. Luckily Mariah didn’t hear over the music. “You can’t, you cannot bring that up at all this weekend, I mean it. I already told Rachel. He would kill me.”
“Shit, you’re right, sorry. My bad.”
“Y/N, you’re setting Seth up with Isaac?” Rachel asks and you turn to look at her.
“Yeah.”
“Damn…that’s really nice of you.”
“Why wouldn’t I help him out? Isaac’s super nice and so is Seth. I think they’re gonna get along well.”
“Yeah, but isn’t that gonna be awkward for you?”
“No, why?”
“Because you two used to fuck any chance you got.” She laughs. “You were addicted to what the dick did.” You all laugh.
“That was because at the time that was the best dick I ever had. Can you blame me? I’ve had better since him.”
“Yeah and his name is Harry Edward Styles.” Sarah says.
“It’s not even just good dick, it’s good everything. Harry should write a fucking book on how to get a girl off. Harry gets me off every single time, the same could not be said for Seth Rowan.”
“Ohhhh the truth comes out!” Rachel squeals.
“I mean, at the end of the day he was a guy in college, looking to get his. Sometimes he wouldn’t do stuff long enough to get me there, or like he would come too fast. You know, stuff like that.”
“Sometimes Niall comes reall fast, and then he’ll finger me until I come.” Sarah says and you start laughing.
“Shit, that’s that good good.” You say to her.
“I know, you’d think it would be gross with all his come there, but it’s actually a really nice lubricant.”
“Sometimes after Harry comes inside me he sticks his fingers in and he’ll press rally far up, and then he’ll take them out and I’ll suck on them.” The car falls silent, all the girls mouths fall open. “Oh god, I shouldn’t have-“
“That is some kinky shit!” Mariah says, bursting into laughter. “I knew I liked you, but shit Y/N, you are a wild bitch.”
“How does something like that even come up?” Rachel asks. “God, I remember what jizz tastes like, and it does not taste that good.”
“It’s not about the jizz itself, it’s about the intimacy.”
“Yeah, guys love when you suck on their fingers, show them what that mouth do.” Sarah says.
“Hey, what do all think the guys are talking about right now?” Mariah asks
//
“So the ring’s locked in my desk drawer at work.”
“That’s great! The picture you showed me I’m sure doesn’t do it justice. It was simply breath takin’.”
“Thanks, my mum loved it. She cried, I cried. Gem was about ready to kill the both of us.”
“I can’t believe you’re gonna do it next month, that’s so crazy.”
“I know.” He smiles just thinking about his plans.
“She’s gonna love it.”
“You think it’ll really surprise her?”
“Oh for sure, she’s gonna be blown away.”
//
“Probably how hard their lives are because they to adjust their balls all the time.” Sarah laughs.
“God, you know, I wish it was okay for to grab my crotch and adjust my pants in public.” You roll your eyes. “One time Harry was wearing a pair of tight dress-pants, and I literally watched him grab everything so he wouldn’t sit on himself.” You shake your head.
“Jesus Christ.” Sarah says laughing.
The car ride continues. You all sing along to the loud music. Eventually Harry catches up with the car. Sarah was driving really fast in the left lane. You see Harry’s car in the rear-view.
“Oh, looks like they finally caught up.” You say.
“I’d say lets flash them, but Harry would go nuts if Niall saw your boobs.” Sarah says.
“Wouldn’t you go nuts if Niall saw my boobs?”
“In all honesty, no. Your vag, yeah.” You both laugh.
//
Eventually you get the beach house you’d be staying at for the next few days. The four of your start jumping around when you get out of the car.
“Sarah, for the love of god, figure out how to unlock the door. I have to pee.”
“What the fuck are they doin’?” Niall asks Harry as they pull in.
“I think they need to pee, mate.”
“Shut up! It’s dark and I have to put the combination in just right, and we all have to pee!”
“Oh my god.” Rachel says. “Drank too much water on the ride.”
Sarah gets the door open and you the four of you rush in. Harry and Niall slowly walk inside. They look around and take it in. There was a large living area that extended into an open concept kitchen. There were all three bedrooms were upstairs. There was a half bath downstairs and three full baths upstairs. Harry was thankful you wouldn’t have to share a bathroom with anyone.
You all come back together after using the bathroom.
“Neither of you need to pee?” You ask.
“No.” Niall says laughing.
“Okay, boys, let’s unload the cars.” Mariah says.
“Who’s getting’ what rooms?” Niall asks.
“Oh we just claimed them all by peeing.” Rachel says. “Let’s get everything in and then we can go upstairs.”
You all take multiple trips. There were cases of water, snacks, and booze you had all gotten ahead of time. Tomorrow you’d be going to the market early to do a real grocery shop. Harry gets your bags upstairs and into the room that would be yours.
“Oh, this is nice.” He says.
“Shower’s just a stand in, and it’s a little small, but it’ll do.” You smile and go to walk out but he grabs your wrist.
You smile up at him, and pulls you close. He cups one of your cheeks and kisses you. Your hands fly up to his hair and you deepen the kiss just a bit.
“Time to make, oh Jesus.” Sarah says. You both turn to look at her. “Time to make jello shots, let’s go.”
“Oh fuck yeah.” You say and leave the room.
Harry joins everyone downstairs. Niall got some music playing on the smart TV and was sitting with Mariah while you, Rachel, and Sarah were all boiling some water for the jello. He sits down on the couch and smiles when he hears the three of you giggling.
“What flavors does everyone want?” Sarah yells out, and the three come into the kitchen. “We have strawberry, blue-raspberry, grape.”
“Just make ‘em all babe.” Niall says.
“I agree.” Mariah says.
You help pour the mixtures into the little portion cups Rachel took from the ice cream shop, and you pop them into the fridge.
“What now?” Harry asks.
“Now, we drink.” You say. “Get the shot glasses.”
Rachel gets down six shot glasses, as you slice up limes and get a thing of salt.
“Everyone sit at the table, we’re gonna play sip or spill.” Rachel says.
“What the hell is sip or spill?” Niall asks.
“It’s a drinking game, it’s a lot of fun.” Sarah says. “And a good way to get drunk quick.” Sarah grabs a hat with some torn up pieces of paper in it and everyone sits at the large round table. “Okay, so we all take turns reading one of the questions, and you either answer or take a shot.”
Harry fills all the shot glasses with tequila and puts the bottle on the table. You put the bowl of limes and the salt in the center.
“You ask the first question, Y/N.” Sarah says.
You grab a piece of paper and your eyes grow wide.
“Jesus, Sarah, where did you come up with these?”
“I got them off a website! There’s a mix of types of questions. Just read it.”
“I’m not nearly drunk enough to even read this!” Your cheeks were flushing.
“Stop being a baby!”
“Fuck! Fine, it says do you have a safe word?!” Harry immediately looks at you.
“Guess he just answered for you.” Mariah says laughing.
You open your mouth, but instead of speaking your lick your hand add the salt, lick the salt, take the shot and suck on the lime.
“He answered nothing, and neither did I.” You hand the hat to Rachel.
“Have you ever moaned the wrong name in bed?” The three of you burst out laughing. “Okay, this is so bad. Um, it was when I was still having sex with guys, I think I thought I was bi or something at the time, still figuring things out you know? So I was hooking up with this random dude, and he was going down on me, but I was picturing this girl from my college Spanish class, and I moaned her name instead of his.”
“What did he do?!” Niall asks.
“Um…he looked up at me and was like what? And I was like…I’m gonna go.” She laughs. “It was so bad.” She hands the hat to Mariah.
“Ever faked an orgasm if so with who?” She smirks. “Can’t remember his name, but it was the last guy I ever had sex with.” Everyone laughs. Niall takes the hat next.
“Oh no.” He laughs. “Out of this room who would you have a threesome with?” He grabs his shot glass and takes the shot. Everyone cheers. “Not goin’ down that road.” He laughs. He hands the hat to Sarah.
“Out of everyone in the room who is the sluttiest?” She grabs the salt and a lime and takes her shot.
“That’s right, bitch.” Rachel says.
“I didn’t say anything!” She laughs.
“Good.” You say. “Hope that lime tasted real good.”
Harry takes the hat next.
“When was the last time you took a lewd or nude photo?” Harry grabs his shot and tips it back. Your cheeks grow red thinking of his naked photos, and your own for that matter.
“Oh, do you two not see each other naked enough?” Sarah asks facetiously.
“You know, sometimes you just wanna feel good about yourself and takes pictures to look back on later, and be like wow I looked really fuckin’ good back then.” He smiles at her. “Go ahead, your turn, babe.” He hands you the hat.
“Have you had sex with guests or parents over?” You roll your eyes and fill your glass up to take your shot. “I have a feeling I’m gonna get fucked up.”
“That wouldn’t be such a bad thing to admit.” Rachel says taking the hat.
“Yes it would because then you all would want to know with what guests and parents.”
“Do you prefer oral or penetration?” She laughs. “That’s easy, oral. But I’m gonna take a shot anyways because I would actually like to get fucked up.”
“Who is your worst coworker?” Mariah smirks at Harry.
“Don’t you fuckin’ dare say Isaac.”
“Guess I’ll be taking a shot then.” She tips her drink back.
“I can’t believe he’s your favorite!”
“I didn’t say anything, I took a shot.” She smiles and he pouts at her. Everyone laughs.
You all go round after round. Everything stayed really lighthearted. It gets back to you again and you’re so drunk, you can barely read the question because you’re laughing so hard.
“Do you have a name for your partner’s genitals?” You completely lose it. “I can confidently say no to this.” You look at Harry. “I don’t call it anything do I?”
“No, babe.” He chuckles.
“I feel like I use adjectives or descriptive words, you know?” You address the table.
“Please, do tell.” Rachel says giggling.
“I’ll be like, come here and give me that bi-“
“Okay, your turn’s over.” Harry says. Everyone laughs hysterically.
“I think you’re the only guy I know who’s actually embarrassed to talk about how big his dick is.” Mariah says.
“I just think that some things should be left private.”
“Right…because leaving hickey’s all over your girlfriend’s body screams privacy.” Harry’s mouth falls open, and he looks at you, then her.
“Wait, I wanna know.” Sarah slurs. “If Y/N doesn’t have a name for your…penis, do you not have a name for her vag?”
“S’not my turn.”
“I don’t give a crap anymore, answer the question or take the shot.”
“I’ll answer for him.” You say. “He refers to it as my cunt.” You laugh and so do the girls. “It just sounds so good in his accent, go ahead Harry, say the word cunt.”
“Cunt.”
“Ahh! See, everything sounds good when he says it.” You all laugh.
A little while later you decide it’s really late and probably time to go to sleep.
“What’s the plan for tomorrow?” Nialls asks as he helps Sarah up the stairs. You were being given a piggyback ride by Harry.
“Um, we gotta go to the store, and then we can make breakie, right Harry, breakie? And thennnnn, um beach? Everyone wanna go to the beach?”
Everyone agrees. Harry gets you into the room and you immediately go to pee. He makes sure to lock the door behind him. He doesn’t want anyone walking in.
“Harrryyy.”
“Yes, love?”
“I’m really drunk.” You say coming out of the bathroom.
“Me too.”
“Can I suck on it?”
“Think that’s a good idea right now?”
“I think it’s a great idea, go on, sit on the bed.”
Harry sits down and you undo his shorts. You kneel in front of him and take his dick out. You spit into your hand and start pumping him. You lick your lips and suck on his tip while you continue to pump him.
“Jesus.” He grits his teeth.
“You know what I never do, I never suck on your balls.”
“Babe, you don’t have to-“
“Shhh, you deserve it man.”
You continue to pump him up and down while your mouth trials to his balls.
“Shit!” He groans. “Oh my god, Y/N.” He falls back on the bed and bucks up into your hand.
You lick up his shaft and take him deep into your mouth and down your throat. You choke on him a couple of times, but you work through it, knowing how much he loves the way it feels.
“So good baby, sooo good.” His praise was everything you needed.
He comes into your mouth and you swallow every last drop. You stand up and look at him. He looked beautiful and breathless. You strip yourself of your clothes and crawl onto the bed. He goes to get between your legs but before he can return the favor you’re fast asleep. He chuckles and gets up to do his business in the bathroom. He gets into bed next to you and holds you close to him.
“Sweet dreams, angel.”
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lessons in opposites
(a/n) a commission for my pal @fanfic-inator795! enjoy some raph and donnie bonding !
It’s not that Raph really prefers one brother over the other; he’s been blessed with three great brothers and one fantastic sister and Raphael is grateful every day, as sure as he’s got life and breath in him, he’s so grateful that he’s not alone.
April asks, just for laughs, for a silly documentary on their Lair Games, if Raph had a favorite brother; and off the bat, on instinct, he wants to deny that he does. He loves them all. But then he blurts out Mikey’s name without thinking and then things start to shift, and Raph starts to wonder if he’s a terrible brother for that.
“It’s not a big deal, Raph,” Donnie says, after having seen the clips of how little faith his brothers had in his athleticism, and that one little clip of Raph easily admitting Mikey was his favorite, followed up by Leo, “It’s just a joke…”
But he says it in the way that’s pinched and just a little forced like he does when he takes hard hits and bad falls and just wants to laugh it off because he’s fine.
Raph swallows, nods, presses a smile that feigns belief in Donnie’s words, but he can’t stop glancing over at his brother’s face the whole rest of the time they watch April’s (incredibly edited) documentary film.
His brother keeps his eyes downcast and does that thing where he wrings his hands till they get weirdly slick with this mucusy stuff.
Like when he’s hurt and holding back.
And Raph makes a silent promise, then, that he’ll definitely make it up to his brother.
---
Life has a funny way of just screwing plans and promises over. Raph trains extra with his father on early mornings, learning to think, to focus, to get his fears under control. Donnie locks himself into work by the time training is over, and then they go patrol and watch something on Netflix and then the day is spent and it’s 4am.
So it’s not exactly intentional, the way their paths just don’t cross long enough for Raph to really get the chance to make it up to Donnie. But it’s still shitty and Raph knows there’s something he can do- he has to.
And so he googles a bunch of stuff going on in Manhattan, something that wouldn’t be so obviously intended on compensating for basically saying Don is his least favorite brother. Something Donnie won’t suspect, because if he did-
“If you asking me is a way of ‘reparations’ for the Lair Games documentary, Raph…”
“It’s not-” Raph raises his arms in innocence, and crosses over his plastron, “Turtle’s honor, Donnie. ‘S just the guys...they’ll be all ‘that’s lame’, and you…”
“Wouldn’t think a teddy bear world is lame?” Donnie quirks his perfectly drawn brow and cocks his head a little at Raph.
This is going abysmally, but not quite in a way that wasn’t expected. Raph bites his own tongue from just spilling his intentions heartfeltly- because he can’t scare his brother off right now. He’s gotta play it cool.
“Uhhh, I mean, I-”
“Because you’d be pretty accurate,” Donnie interjects, and despite his voice remaining flat, his lips curve into a ghost of a smile, and Raph’s heart stops pounding so hard, “I was wondering when you would finally ask one of us, ugh a dream come true.”
Raph genuinely cannot tell if Donnie is being sarcastic, though roughly fifteen years of training has at least let him gather, from that weird way his brother’s eyes got super overbright when he was excited, that Donnie really, like super straight up, means it.
“Wow…. well, aight then,” Raph laughs with his words, still not believing how easy it was to simply…ask to spend time with his brother, “Just pick a disguise and we good!”
“Yup, normal disguise. Friday it ‘tis,” Donnie returns the laugh, a touch awkward, before taking his sandwich back to his lab.
And the slightly manic look that Raph catches in his brother, just as he slips from view, makes a lot of little pieces in Raph’s head come together, like a little, horrifying jigsaw puzzle.
Because Raph has been blessed with having Donnie as a brother for fourteen years, he knows a terrible plan forming when he sees one.
-----
Donnie takes pride in his intellect, like not in a super cocky way, he’s just glad he’s been gifted with the ability to make a pea shooter in one afternoon that also has the capability to laser off a bastard’s face.
Still he’s not too prideful to admit that he’s sometimes stupid as hell, in the emotional department, and social department. And while that’s not exactly ideal, Donnie’s got four pretty incredible siblings to lean on for that and so he doesn’t really complain about the impossibility of picking up social cues.
But sometimes, like when his older brother is standing across from him uncomfortably stiff, babbling on about Teddy Bear Town- well sometimes Donnie kinda wishes he did get it.
It’s only until he’s stacking his third layer of his sandwich that Donnie really understands what this is all about. Because Raph’s got his ‘I’m nervously trying to make it up to you’ stink, and then Donnie remembers the documentary, and Raph’s commentary, and the really…awful way Donnie pretended not to feel afterwards.
He doesn’t want Raph to pity invite him, he doesn’t need that. And Donnie’s gonna make sure his brother knows he’s fine- he’s chill and and he’s okay with potentially being Raph’s least favorite.
So he’s supposed to respond to Raph nonchalantly, to just go with Raph and be cool about it but-
“Shelldon, download all the info you can find on Teddy Town…”
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“Rise and shine, bud!”
Donnie must’ve drank four extra shots of espresso to be this hype this early, and Raph grips the steering wheel of the Turtle Tank a little harder to try and not smell so nervous. Because there’s no way Donnie could have actually known what Raph’s intentions were, like he had to have just thought that this was a normal thing, and not a ‘I’m so sorry I made you feel less than appreciated, please forgive me’ type of thing.
And Donnie is definitely onto something, even if he’s not onto Raph. He’s just got that glint in his eyes, and Raph feels just a little bit selfish for wanting this to be a normal day- for his brother to just be-
“Uh...thanks for taggin’ along,” Raph doesn’t intentionally cut Donnie off, but his brother’s talking a mile a minute about the history of Teddy Bear Town and Raph knows that he’s only doing it because he feels he has to.
Donnie stops himself, blinks, and puts his hands in the pockets of his hoodie, “It’s no big deal…” he says, in complete contrary to his hyperactive Ted Talk, “Being benched for a sprained ankle was shit, needed to get out anyway…”
He glances over at Raph and looks instantly, incredibly smaller.
Raph thumbs the steering wheel, drumming against it in thought, in a search for words.
He doesn’t have to do this kinda stuff with Mikey, and Leo never shuts up- and Donnie is just…
“Bluetooth, connect to my phone,” Donnie says abruptly, before Raph even gets the chance to think of something to say.
And they stay quiet, listening to music the whole way there.
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Things feel significantly less awkward in the bigger crowd. Raph is grateful for all the noise and movement that he can shift his focus on, instead of the downcast way Donnie’s been carrying himself since halfway through their ride over here.
And Raph’s always kinda felt his younger brother had a tough time expressing himself- that they were different that way. That Raph carried his heart on his sleeve and that his brother didn’t. But now he’s starting to see that maybe he’s got some things twisted. That he and Donnie are a lot more alike in these things than Raph thought.
“Stay close,” he tells his brother, because as aloof as humans are, they’re still humans, and they don’t always accept what’s different.
Raph remembers telling Donnie that, when they first met April, when Donnie surprisingly was the first to reach out and grab her little hand and compare it to his. And Donnie had looked at him weird, and yeah, well humans aren’t the only ones that don’t understand ‘different’.
The memory hits Raph so suddenly, and almost makes him miss a step.
He turns to find Donnie staring at him, which must mean Donnie noticed, because of course he did.
And Raph stares back because oh. Holy shit.
“Uh…” Donnie glances around awkwardly, “Raph, you’re giving off a weird...vibe right now. You good-”
“Can we talk?” Raph blurts out, and surveys their surroundings, for a place to dip, “Like real quick?”
Donnie looks like he wants to bolt now, which would be ideal in the packed hallway of the mall. But he doesn’t. He just swallows and darts his eyes and nods.
Sure.
Pros to being trained ninjas is the ability to disappear quickly, and they find a quiet, tucked away spot where Raph finally lets himself breathe.
“You’re different,” he says it quickly and rushed and Donnie’s eyes briefly widen in some sort of surprise, but Raph presses on despite his sloppy start, “You….you think different, you think, like, way smarter than us, an’ you make different jokes and express differently an’ that doesn’t. It’s not bad, Donnie.”
His brother keeps his eyes to the ground, kicking gently at nothing, “I don’t care that you said I’m your least favorite, Raph,” he mumbles.
“But you do,” Raph counters back, and keeps his voice leveled, tries not to talk to Donnie too softly or else he’d feel babied, “And that’s normal, and I wish I could say that what I said wasn’t...I dunno, like a…”
“Reflection of how you feel?” Donnie poses, but his words aren’t angry, even if Raph feels his brother’s got full rights to be.
He sighs, deflating a little, “Yeah...yeah, I guess it’s that. But not because I think...it’s because I get really...weirdly insecure man. You’re a freaking genuis and I know you never try an’ make us feel dumb, but- and then we’re both super bad at words and I just… I dunno Dee.”
Raph takes the extra step to go close the distance between him and Donnie, and Donnie stiffens up- at first, for just a couple of seconds, “But I love you, ‘cause you’re an awesome person, and ya not my least favorite. You’re not. And ya don’t gotta pretend you’re cool with everything.”
Donnie pulls back, a dorky smile on his face, which is infinitely better than the sad way he looked earlier, even better than the way he pretended like everything was good and it wasn’t.
“You don’t have to pretend either,” Donnie says, unlocking their eye contact, and staring back at his feet, “I know you were trying to...to make it up to me, but. You could’ve- you didn’t have to invite me.”
“But I wanted to,” Raph says it and means it with everything he’s got, “Really, Donnie. A-and I wanted to do somethin’ that ya wouldn’t think was me just tryna get on your good side, ya know. Somethin’ we could just...do.”
“And I messed up, the whole info-dumping….”
He’s doing it again, he’s making himself smaller and Raph’s not allowing that.
“Okay, half of that stuff, I woulda never known- and ya looked all’a that up just to get to understand me better. I just didn’t want you...t’ think you had to...say all that.”
“And I didn’t want you to think you had to invite me,” Donnie quips back, but ends it with a small smile, “So I guess we’re in the same proverbial boat.”
Raph snorts, “The boat of insecurity…”
And Donnie, stiff and awkward and still full of feeling, takes his turn to hug Raph fully this time, “Screw that boat.”
-----
In the end Donnie makes his bear with a shitton of detail, getting so wrapped up in it that they spend a couple hours there.
And Raph’s bear is simple, not all that complex like his brother’s- but that’s more than okay, actually.
Their differences were more than okay.
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author interview tag game
thank you for the tag, @pandora15! <3
Name: caroline
Fandoms: mostly the clone wars, but i also have some marvel stuff, and waaay back in the day, i wrote some doctor who and merlin stuff!
Where you post: primarily on ao3! i mostly just write on tumblr when i’m accepting prompts from like...ask games or something.
Most Popular Oneshot: real
Most Popular Multichap: to these memories (this fic only recently hit 1k kudos, and my heart?? w h a t)
Favorite Story You’ve Written: def. to these memories because a) longest fic i’ve ever written, and b) oh, the hours i logged into writing this fic, and c) oh, the outlining that went into this fic...i’m very proud of myself for completing the fic, and of course, i credit this to everyone who showed their lovely support for the story. :’)
Fic You Were Nervous to Post: uhhh definitely too far just because it’s...rather personal. i sometimes say that there’ll be a scene or two or just straight up a line or two that’s plucked out of my real life, and i think it’s inevitable for writers of any kind, including fic writers, to isolate their real lives completely from whatever they’re writing, and?? this fic is probably the most personal for me because of that. i remember kinda hem-hawwing about posting it, because i was like whoa, maybe this is a little too personal? but then i steeled myself and was like, “okay, well, would this have lifted my spirits when i needed a story like this??” and then decided to post it.
How you choose your titles: i def. toss and turn between titles! there’s a few fics of mine that are straight-up song lyrics (no surprise there), but to my surprise (as i was looking through my catalogue of fics just now), i realize that a lot of my fics are usually just words or two about what i think might have been extremely important to the story. (or captures the overall tone/theme of the story, anyways.)
Do you outline? for multi-chapter fics and relatively long one-shots with lots of moving parts, i’ll outline. but for shorter one-shots and prompts, i’ll usually just stick with the image that compelled me to write the prompt/one-shot in the first place! (and then kinda write around that.)
Complete: uhhhhh, i’m gonna answer relatively for all my clone wars fics, because in total, i have 74 completed fics. (make that...75, hopefully in a few minutes or hours!) but out of clone wars fics, i have 46 completed fics! (and again, hopefully 47 in a little while.) a part of me is lowkey hoping that i’ll get up to 100 total fics by the end of this year. a part of me highly doubts it, but given how much i was able to write over summer break, i’m...intruiged if i wind up somehow writing another twenty or so fics by the end of this year. (asfsf my wip list is long enough to fill in for another twenty fics. caroline finish all your wips challenge.)
In Progress: okay, so officially, time, wondrous time is in progress and online. but in terms of the works in progress on my laptop...i have...*mutters, counting* fourteen official wips. (ten of them are one-shots, and the other four are longform fics. one of them, i’m hoping to release next week (!!!), and another, i’m hoping to release hopefully around mid-december. uhhh so fingers crossed??)
Coming Soon/Not Yet Started: oops, i guess i kinda already answered that question, but eh, might as well! the one coming out next week (hopefully!! caroline get your shit together challenge!!) is titled most ardently, and it’s an obitine au based off pride & prejudice because i cannot and will not shut up about obitine being the period drama ship out of star wars okay--
and then the other longform fic that is very overdue is called getting lost in a big galaxy, which is a fix-it of sorts taking place after season 5. anakin’s gone missing, and obi-wan winds up going on a galaxy-ride road trip with ahsoka (who, remember, has left the order) to find their idiot. this is honestly my excuse to just write more obi-wan and ahsoka content. hopefully, that’ll be posted in december!! (despite the fact i...originally meant to post it in august oOps.)
and then there’s this other longform fic which...might be coming in early 2021 called red, underlined, which is essentially...uh. everyone’s a stressed out law-school student, and anakin might have accidentally murdered professor palpatine, and now anakin, obi-wan, ahsoka, padme, and rex are all trying to find out what the hell to do with themselves because they’re all in on it. (def. influenced by how to get away with murder except without the criminal justice professor to lead them through the ropes. so more chaos. kind of a dark comedy vibe, if anything else? anakin no is major theme in this one. uh, i mean, maybe anakin was justified in murdering creep palpatine because our gang’s gonna find out what was going on in the background, but either way! lots of “holy shit are we good people are we bad people what are we doing”. lots of questions about morality! ethics! law school student study nights with anakin sprawled out on the floor and obi-wan wearing glasses (which he pushes up the bridge of his nose whenever he’s about to lecture anakin that no, that’s not how that statute works, dumbass) and ahsoka just bringing snacks and rex catching paper airplanes and padme being the one to supply everyone with very neat flashcards. this fic is gonna be an absolute beheamoth, and i’m estimating about 45 chapters? like...130K+ words? help? yeah idk either this really blew up in my head
and then...this stupid, wonderful, boring, amazing job, which is...office x tcw au. only not? it’s very, very loosely based off the office, but not really. obi-wan moves in as a new manager of a company, and we’ve got anakin being like “lol new guy i’m gonna mess with him”, and ahsoka being the one who’s both like “please don’t mess with our new boss” but also being like “actually, wait, lemme help”, rex being in hr and being like “i don’t get paid enough for this”. (also there’s some parts that are written like actual interviews like you would find in the office, so there’s this one bit where uhhh
Obi-Wan flicks his eyes to the cameras in silent question before turning back to Ahsoka. “Well, if you need to call maintenance, then I hardly think you need my permission—”
“Thanks!” Ahsoka says quickly, and she’s about to disappear from the doorway when Obi-Wan stands up.
“Wait, Ahsoka, what exactly—”
Ahsoka re-appears at the doorway. “Oh, right,” she says. “Um—maybe just stay away from the men’s bathroom for a little bit.” She pauses.
“Actually, just stay away from them for the rest of the day.” She hovers by the door for a minute longer, and then she adds quickly, “And maybe also avoid the breakroom. Everything’s fine!”
And with a perfectly not-fine smile, Ahsoka disappears from the doorway.
Obi-Wan stares at where Ahsoka was just a moment ago, and the he turns to the cameras in disbelief. “Did she just—” Unable to finish his own sentence, Obi-Wan starts out the door. “Ahsoka?”
The camera follows Obi-Wan out of the conference room and into the breakroom. There are only muffled shouts—Anakin’s shouts, and then Rex’s, and then Ahsoka’s frantic “no, sorry, everything’s fine!”, and then Obi-Wan’s loud, “What is going on in here?”
surprise y’all just got a snippet i’m sorry can you tell i’m weirdly into this au?? i need to rewrite some scenes but uh there you go
Prompts: for the most part, yes! i have some stuff in my faq about prompts that i’ll probably turn down (mostly anything that’s...above a certain rating/really, realy heavy themes that i just don’t think i can tackle with justice or with enough education on my end). i can be a little slow with prompts, but i’ll get to all of them in time!
Upcoming Work You’re Most Excited About: uhhhh i have too many that i’m excited about. literally i can write a mini essay on every single one of the fics i’m working on? but uhhh i guess since i already talked about all my major longform fics above (asdfasdfsd didn’t mean to do that, i’m so sorry for everyone who had to scroll past that word-vomit), i guess the one i’m most excited about releasing is the post season 7 obi-wan-and-ahsoka-finally-talk-about-how-they-miss-each-other-also-sorry-for-fighting-with-you-i-know-you-were-just-trying-your-best fic. (not a whole ton of spoilers for this one, but uh. i’m looking at some of these scenes and making frustrated sounds because there’s this one particular instance where i’m like, ahsoka. ahsoka just talk to him just ta lk to him but then lol no talking :)) also maybe some h/c? lowkey sickfic might be involved in this somehow? might have accidentally served as a precursor to to these memories? help? this fic just ballooned. caroline keep your ideas contained challenge!)
No Pressure Tags: @lightasthesun @soplantyourownflowers @ohhellokenobiand anyone else who wants to join!
#tag game#thank you!!#caroline.....control your wips challenge#also i am so sorry this got sO long and SO OUT OF HAND#also....lol caroline stop writing so many longform fic challenge#i really love writing one-shots#i really really love writing one shots#but like also. also there's a part of me that's like 'im gonna hyperfixate on this au sO HARD'#thankfully tho i think those are all the longform wips#there's also that one time travel fix it longform fic i have in the back of my head....#but lol i still haven't outlined it yet
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UHHH THE FIC I WISH YOU WOULD WRITE?? Deadass just.... roy and dick hanging out There is a severe lack of fics with them and i just live for your writing in general
thank you so much, that means the world to me 🥺🥺🥺!!! and ohhhhh that would be a lot of fun!!! and this isn’t a fic exactly, just a bunch of headcanons, but still let me preface by saying I haven’t read a lot of their comics so this would all be considered AU probably! AND THIS GOT SO LONG OH MY GOD im not sorry but WOW I got way off track lmao
I can see them doing a lot of different things lol, like when they’re younger I think they’d play hacky sack and arm wrestle and stuff but also I think there would be a lot of nights spent at one or the other’s place, laying under blankets with popcorn and their favorite movies on. I like the thought that either it’s a movie they both love, Their Movie(tm), or it’s multiple ones that only one likes and the other hates but can recite word for word bc they’ve seen it so many times. idk why but I’m picturing Stuart Little dkjfhkjdsah do w that what you will. I also don’t know if this is like a Thing or not but I love the idea of them together at galas. hiding under tables w their PSPs or DSes, trying to be quiet but everything is funnier there, and they overhear all kinds of shit that maybe they shouldn’t but THEY’RE BASICALLY 12 ANYWAY that’s almost a teenager and teenagers can watch R rated movies soooooo!!! and omgggg imagine the superheroing antics. when they’re training together, I think they’d throw trash talk around and at first they aren’t sure where to stop so some feelings are hurt. but the more they work together, the easier it is to tell what’s a joke and where the line is and stuff. they would absolutely practice their aim with nerf/water guns. someone says that they, the ones in the Titans without the powers, are useless and both get absolutely pissed because the other is SO IMPORTANT TO THE TEAM IN THESE WAYS *proceeds to list 27 reasons and doesn’t think to defend self*
when they’re a little older, like teenagers, I think they’d have a lot of fun working together on cases. they’d butt heads but eventually it would be kind of instinctual, like okay Dick will take the lead on this case and Roy will be in charge for this one, and they won’t have to think before doing something that depends on the other because they just know what the other is going to do before they do it. if that makes sense. across the room at Superhero Meetings, they’re making faces/mouthing stuff at each other making inside jokes. Bruce is like “can you please stop.” and they say at the same time, “I have no idea what you mean.” they spar a lot, and continue the time honored tradition of hacky sack and arm wrestling when they’re bored. they always go to each other for advice. when one of them needs a break from life, they just show up at the other’s place. (Ollie, many times: “Bruce? Yeah your gremlin is here. ... Yes I called him a gremlin what are you gonna do about it. My son is making him feel better. ... We’ll have him home by tomorrow afternoon.”) and Dick definitely, 10000% asks Roy if he’d like to join the Titans again, and is sad when Roy says no. they also know exactly how the other likes a lot of foods, like Dick likes his coffee w tons of milk/cream, and Roy likes Hawaiian pizza, and how much is Too Much Mustard, etc etc
as for when they’re adults,,,,,,,,,, this is kind of dumb tbh but them just??? sitting together in silence/quiet music? doing paperwork? they’re not talking or anything, but they aren’t alone either, and once they’re done they’re going to hang but didn’t want to wait???? I love that. I love them having sleepovers as kids, not so much as teens, and then having them again (bc they were comforting, and bc they trust each other so much, and bc they want to stay up all night eating pizza and playing chubby bunny again). speaking of, they meet up and eat pizza together sometimes. I can decide if it’s better like, they’re in disguise? they’re obviously themselves? they’re in costume??? idk I love all of it. they have Shows and they probably try to go on missions together bc Roy is NOT waiting 2 months to watch the next episode absolutely not. they prank each others’ siblings, and by that I mean I’m picturing Roy and Connor (Conner? idk how to spell his name I’m sorry dkjfsdahh) hanging out and Dick pranks him in a way that Connor would IMMEDIATELY assume was Roy, but Roy is right there. within sight the whole time. (C: “what is this bullshit, a shapeshifter?”)
when they’re like ADULTS adults... training kids together and reassuring the ones without powers that they’re just as capable, and cracking jokes that got old TWENTY YEARS AGO, DICKOLAS. (Roy is still laughing tho. don’t be fooled.) leading the Justice League together I’m 🥺🥺🥺 and ugh oh my god I’m having parents feelings lemme just
obviously they raise Lian together lmao this isn’t a question. holy fuck imagine them tucking Lian into bed at night. reading/telling her five stories (even tho Roy says 2 is really enough, but she just loves the voices they make and how Dick acts stuff out so muchhhh she doesn’t want it to end) before going to bed themselves. staying up to lay on the couch, on top of each other, and be like “WOW she’s adorable but I am so exhausted.” again w the shows but it’s always reruns of like Fresh Prince. they have a stash of food Lian can’t eat, like sugary cheat stuff, and sit at the table holding hands while they eat them. they are the most embarrassing parents ever oh my god they go to as many of Lian’s school events as they can and take videos and actually go back and watch them??? even though they were there??????? Donna comes over and is treated to a viewing of every single award Lian has ever won, which are displayed on the walls. I also have this headcanon Roy has to get glasses when he’s older, like in his 40s, and I think Dick would spend a lot of time helping him look for them lmao. please also imagine them dying their gray hairs together. standing in the bathroom, shirtless, laughing at how silly they look and also how the gray looks REALLY GOOD are you sure you want to dye it. I’m also losing my shit at the thought of them having chairs like !!! this is so domestic but there’s Roy’s Chair, which is soft and has a high back and pops out/reclines so he can chill, and there’s Dick’s Chair which is softer/fluffier, wider and smaller in the back, and it doesn’t recline but it does have huge armrests bc Dick sits sideways so he can look at both Roy and the TV. (they sit in these chairs with their grandkids and fall asleep in them all the time and they are perfectly apart so that they can hold hands comfortably.)
I’m also having NSFW ideas as well but this is already so much?????????
send me a “I wish you would write a fic where…”!!
#dickroy#roydick#roy harper#dick grayson#headcanons#dc#asks#ask games#this was so fun omg#i wish you would write meme#Anonymous
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The Hybrid (Pt2/?)
Warnings Violence Strong Language and alcohol use
Alexzander: Umm ok do you think she hates hybrids?
Samantha: uhh i don’t think so but let call her and check while i do this go and get your things even if she does she hasn’t paid rent in two months so i can kick her out. (she gives Alexzander a worrying look as she said it)
Alexzander: (goes and grabs the small amount of the things he owns and walks up to Samantha, as she is yelling at who ever is on the phone) Umm I am packed.
Samantha: (stops yelling) ok 2 seconds (continues yelling and says if you don’t like it then get out or deal with it) ok Alexzander following me to my car and we can head over as I thought my roommate isn’t happy about you moving in to the spare room but she cam shove it up her ass.
Alexzander: (looks a little worried of what he just got himself into and is a bit scared of what is to come of this) ok (gets in car)
Samantha: Sorry my car is a bit of a mess and I wasn’t expecting company ill clean it after we get to the house and we live outside of town probably should of told you that.
Alexzander: Its fine and thank you for taking me in and how much is rent and stuff.
Samantha: oh don’t worry about that for now i now you just started working today so you probably don’t got anything to give.
Alexzander: yea sorry its been rough me I got denied from like five jobs and this was the only one that was hiring. could you please keep it a secret that i am a hybrid I like this job and don’t want to fuck it up.
Samantha: you don’t know who I am do you?
Alexzander: Umm a regular at the café.
Samantha: No dumbass I own the bitch i just pay people to hire and keep the place running.
Alexzander: (in shock to the fact she doesn’t care about him being a hybrid and giving him a place to stay and gave him a job) well ok i can work for the rent for now and start to pay you later.
Samantha: (Smirks) yea for now but if you fall behind don’t worry about just remember I will ask for favors if you do.
Alexzander: what type of favors?
Samantha: I don’t yet but I will somethings you can take care of. and we are here.
Alexzander: (when she said a nice house i didn’t think of a goddamn mansion) I didn’t think this place is where you were staying how much is rent (he says this with a strain in his voice and is terrified)
Samantha: (giggles) only a thousand month and I pay for food.
Alexzander: how can you afford this.
Samantha: Alex I own one of the most popular cafés in the state I make a lot more than you think. enough talking lets head in.
they enter the mansion and it isn’t as fancy as you would think it has six bedrooms three bathrooms and a large kitchen and a large living room.
Samantha: welcome to my home make yourself comfortable and ill show you to your room.
Alexzander: ok (he follows her upstairs into one of the bedrooms and it was a large room with a king sized bed and a night stand and dresser) wow this is really nice.
Samantha: I know right best one in the house.
Alexzander: uhh what.
Samantha: yea you said you have had a rough life and I thought I would be nice and give you the best room in the house.
Alexzander: (in shock) umm you don't have to but if you don't mind I guess I can and are you sure.
Samantha: yep tomorrow you are going to tell me all about your self and how it is to be a hybrid.
Alexzander: sure
Samantha: oooh one last question do you drink blood or eat people because i dont want you bringing bodies to my house or trying to eat me in my sleep.
Alexzander: (laughs) no I can drink blood if I need to but other wise no.
Samantha: k making sure sleep well.
Alexzander: ok I will.
The sun of the next morning rises and Samantha busts into Alexzander’s at six am.
Samantha: ok forget to tell you we wake up at six so get up lazy ass.
Alexzander: (jumps out of bed and sticks to the roof) what the hell.
Samantha: whoa thats cool you can crawl on the roof I hope you aren’t damaging it.
Alexzander: no I can walk up any surface and you scared the shit out of me dont do that again.
Samantha: or what you going to attack me or something? (she looks pissed now is ready to give a good ass beating to who ever upset her)
Alexzander: no I run out the window or push past you.
Samantha: oh ok dont you break that window and i made breakfast hop your hungry.(she leaves his room)
Samantha: (busts back into the room) oh btw.....
Alexzander: (changing shirts and she see’s his scarred up body) you couldn’t of knocked first (puts shirt on)
Samantha: umm why do you have so many scars?(she seems upset and worried for him)
Alexzander: I use to be owned by someone who treated me like shit and forced me to do hard labor. he whipped me and beat me until the law was passed that you couldn’t own hybrids anymore.
Samantha: oh shit how did your parents let him do that to you.
Alexzander: they were killed and I couldn’t go into adoption so they stuck my ass with him.
Samantha: oh my god how old were you?
Alexzander: nine.
Samantha: uhhh holy shit I am so sorry for getting mad do you need a hug or something.
Alexzander: no but thank you.
Samantha: Oh come on you just told a heartbreaking story come here.(she tries to hug Alexzander he just moves out of her way and keeps on dodging he attempts to try to comfort him. he is very shy especially around woman so this is his nightmare.
Alexzander: i am ok no need to hug me
Samantha: oh dont say that come here just for a second.
Alexzander: (keeps dodging her)
Samantha: Ok now i am going to touch your ears too so come here. (she tackles him) gotcha (she proceeds to hug and pet him for a couple of minutes)
Alexzander: .........
Samantha: omg are you blushing your face is pure red your so adorable!!!
Alexzander: (stuttering) Cannn yoouuuuu geeetttt oooffff noooow.
Samantha: fine (she lets go of him and helps him up) ok now time for breakfast.
Shira: what in the fuck were you too doing in there.
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The Enchantress P6
REAL LIFE X MAGIC X MYTHICAL CREATURES X FANTASY COUPLE TBS X READER RATING SMUT + CUTE
I groaned a little as the sunlight was in my eyes, as the morning light came through my window I smiled looking down to y/n as she laid on me her head on my chest her breasts against my stomach, her thighs wrapped around my leg the bedsheet on around her arse and my hips her arms around me tightly mine around her too slightly playing with her hair running my fingers around the soft smooth skin of her back, she was sleeping so peacefully on me I could have laid like this with her forever.
She shifted a little as the morning light hit her eyes gently groaning, she moved a little shifting in her sleep "Ummmmm" she groans
"Umm Good Morning y/n" I smiled
"Hu?" she asks moving a little to look up at me "hi?"
"Hi" I smiled playing with her hair
"What are you doing in my room?" she complains nuzzling into my skin
"I'm not in your room" I laughed
"What happened last night?" she asks
"You went out hunting" I smiled hugging her tighter
"Yeah... but why are we snuggling in your room?" she asks
"because you crawled in my window last night" I smirked playing with her hair
"Ohh I see" she smiled resting her chin on my chest "Did-"
"Yes" I smirked "You where a lusty little baby last night"
"So where you" she giggled kicking her feet a little as she moved a little to lay on her stomach on top of me kicking her feet in the air as she giggled "happy you're not enchanted anymore?"
"Not really, I kinda miss it" I smirked
"Want me to be again?" she asked
"Only if you're going to let me do that again" I smiled giving her a little kiss resting my forehead on hers "Are you mad at me?"
"for what?"
"Not stopping you?"
"You were enchanted, I was hunting, It was bound to happen" she giggled "Plus I could hear you yelling for me from like the other side of town"
"sorry" I blushed "I tried to stay quiet" she smiled giving me a kiss and getting up trying to fix her hair "Y/n can I ask you something?" I asked her
"Of course" she smiled
"Do you have to eat me now?" I asked her
"Not if I don't want to" she smiled slipping her robe on
"Do you have to put your robe on?" I asked
"why?" she giggled
"I like seeing you without" I smirked
"So what I have to walk around the temple naked?" she asks
"I will if you will?" I shrug
"Deal" she smiled throwing her robe on my bed and going off into the temple.
I went through the temple as the darkness fell looking around trying to find y/n, I saw the door open and I looked outside "Y/n? Are you out here?" I asked her
"Yeah" she answers sounding sad
"Y/n? are you crying?" I asked sitting on the steps beside her as she held her dress tightly "What's the matter?"
"I don't feel very well that's all Thomas," she says
"Aww, come here" I smiled giving her a little cuddle and kissing the top of her head "hey? Do you want rabbit for dinner? hu? shall we go get a fuzzy little bunny for dinner?"
"No thanks Thomas," she says
"Really? but rabbits your favourite?" I asked a little confused but felt her little kisses up my neck "Ooohh well I'm sure that can help you feel better" I smirked enjoying her little kisses until- I felt a sharp sting of pain in my neck and I pushed her away, she had blood on her fangs and was bleeding "Y-You bit me!" I complain holding where I was bleeding "How could you bite me?"
"I'm so sorry Thomas I couldn't help it," she says as she began to cry again "You smelled nice, and I'm so hungry"
"Oh y/n, please don't cry, it's okay it'll stop bleeding in a minute, please don't cry y/n" I told her giving her a little cuddle "Your really hungry aren't you?" I ask and she nods "maybe we really do need to go out and get you some dinner"
"Thomas I need to talk to you about something"
"course, what is it?"
"I think I'm pregnant?"
"What do you mean?" I asked, "what makes you think so?"
"I'm starving, I ate three people today and I' still hungry, my tummy hurts like hell, and I can smell men from a mile away" she explained
"That does sound... concerning" I answered, "Does that mean you have to eat me?"
"What makes you think that?"
"Your mum ate your dad?" I shrug " assumed that was the common practice?"
"Not really, she just liked eating people" she laughs "Besides who even knows if it's yours anyway"
"When did this start?" I asked
"last week"
"then likely it's me... or one of the guys from your last hunt." I told her "honestly it's me or someone you've already eaten"
"What are you saying?"
"I'm saying, either way, I'll treat it as if it is my little baby in there" I smiled giving her tummy a little kiss "I love you y/n, and if you want me to I'm happy to stay and look after our little baby" I smiled resting my forehead on hers and she smiled nuzzling close to me
"I love you too" she giggled nuzzling close to my neck "Ummmmmm you smell nice"
"Thats because your hungry" I laughed
"And I think baby likes the smell of her daddy" she giggled
"Awww I'm sure she does or he?" I smiled
"she" she giggled
" how do you know it's she?" I asked
"Moon daughter? Enchantress? we're always female" she shrugs
"Aww, so I can't have a little boy?"
"I don't know there's never been one in recorded history"
"You think thats gonna stop me from trying?" I smirked
"well not for three weeks Mr" she warns
"Three weeks? it takes you guys a month to have a baby?" I ask and she nods "This is going gonna be a month of complete hell isn't it?"
"Yeah, it is" she nods "Can we have rabbit for dinner? I'm very hungry"
"Of course we can" I smiled "You want to hunt? or do you want me to go out and get some?" I asked
"hunt, but I need assistance" she smiled holding my hand
"Okay," I smiled giving her a kiss and helping her up as we went out into the forest.
I sighed as I finished work waiting around for him
"So come on tom what have ya got to show me?" luke asked
"follow me Luke it's out in the woods," I told him making him follow me out down the paths till we reached the temple "Here is it"
"Whoa... what is this place?" He asked "Ohh I bet its where those enchantress girls take ya to have their orgyies before they kill ya" he laughed
"Looks kinda dangerous we likely shouldn't go in there" I lied
"Ohh come on tom grow a pair of balls lets go see if there are any hot sexy enchantress'" he smirked starting to climb the steps
"Oh no come back" I lied with a sigh as I lead him up the stairs and into the temple shutting the door behind us as he looked around
"whoa... this place is cool" he laughed looking around "dude I need to ask ya... did ya lead me out here to uhhh tell me ya like me? cause I don't swing that way, I'm flattered, Hell a little curious but-" He began
"No, I did not Luke" I told him "Oh I think I heard something down here," I said pointing towards the room I now share with y/n
"what? ya think there could be some sexy little thing in here?" he laughed coming around the corner to see y/n laid on our bed in her usual dress with her very obvious baby bump I didn't realize how fast it would grow it was literally like I woke up and there was a huge baby bump but it only takes her a month so what did I expect "Holy shit! you're an enchantress! fuck.... your less hot then I thought the fat stomach really puts me off, face is hot though" he said
"Oh man she doesn't kill you I will" I laughed
"What?!" he asked very confusedly
"Thats my wife you dick"
"Oh, shit, sorry man- wait! you're married to an Enchantress?"
"Well... not formally married but close enough" I smiled
"what do ya want from me?" he asked
"Angel?" I smirked to her and within seconds she had clawed his neck and he fell to the floor bleeding out
"Thank you for dinner Thomas" she smiled starting to eat
"Your welcome angel," I smiled
"want some?" she asks as she ripped off an arm
"I'm good," I laughed.
I smiled as the sun was still out and the heat of the day still around as I headed home from work through the thick forest as soon as I got in I dumped my work stuff by the door
"Thomas? is that you home?" she asked from our room
"yes Y/n it's me, angel!" I yelled back "Not that anyone else ever comes here" I laughed
"Come in here!" she yells playfully
"Just a sec Angel I need to get dinner on"
"Dinner can wait! I have a surprise for you" she smiled so I laughed going to the bedroom door
"What's up?" I asked leaning on the door but I saw something that made me smile wider than I ever had in my life.
Y/n laid in our bed the soft blue and white blankets and covers around her sweet body, her hair messy and out of its normal place, her face tried but it read of so much joy, and in her arms laid the little body of a sweet baby.
"Somebody wants to meet you" she smiled
I quickly went over sitting on the edge of the bed
"Uhhh hi" I smiled looking at her cute little face giving her head a tiny kiss "I'm sorry I missed it," I told y/n pressing my head to hers giving her nose a little kiss
"Its okay," she smiled
"Does she have a name yet?" I asked
"yeah" she smiled "Tasha, Like your mum" she smiled
"Aww, Okay, Hi Tasha" I smiled as y/n handed her to me.
I smiled as I turned through the tree's seeing the temple
"DADDY!" little Tasha giggled as she pounced down the stairs like a wolf and jumped into my arms
"Aww hi hun" I smiled giving her a cuddle
"Daddy, daddy Can maybe I go out with mummy on her hunt?" she asks
"Tasha... you know you can't hunt yet, little lady your not old enough," I told her putting her back down as we headed inside
"PPPPPPllllleeeeeeaaaaassssseeeee!" she whines
"Alright we'll go ask mummy," I told her as we headed inside and out into the garden where y/n stood doing some gardening being careful of her baby bump
"Mummy!! Daddy said I could hunt!" she giggled
"I said she could ask mummy" I correct
"Well see" Y/n told her before she ran off again and y/n came to me "she's kicking again" she complained
"Awww its okay angel, it won't be long now "I remind her giving her a kiss "I missed you"
"I missed you too" she smiled resting her forehead on my own and giving my nose a kiss.
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