#yeah!! just figured i’d say this cause I think it’s a good tool and I think it’d be fun if more people did stuff like this

[rubysundaey]

good question! I had to dig a TON for a “fake text message” generator that still had the old ios text bubbles and after a long while of searching, I ended up finding this site !! Your browser might say it’s unsecure but I’m (mostly) certain there’s nothing dangerous on there. Used that n just got rid of the background n extra details, keeping only the text messages!!

happy (belated… it was yesterday 💔) birthday to that fictional puter!! take my 3gs and mec comic boy

[quinloki]

your confidence in this space at your age is the most uplifting thing for me to see, as someone in their early 30s struggling with the fact that so many of the creators around me are 10+ years younger than me. you handle so much with the wisdom of someone who's just been the fuck through it, and while i think of myself as someone with a good head on their shoulders, it's refreshing and makes me just that much more comfortable in MY spaces. it's genuinely so wonderful to feel a kindred spark with somebody's vibe. we're not mutuals, and i'd never ask to be, but i'm really glad you're around.

Holy shit, thank you for saying this!

And yeah, I’ve certainly been through it. And “it” is carrying a heavy load, for better or worse. ^^;

I remember being an age and seeing people younger just blow what I could do out of the water. It’s hard as fuck to rail against that - your internal monologue can mess you up, and it’s hard to shut that shit up.

I set my tools down for a long time. I still struggle with enjoying my art, but I enjoy drawing, and I’m trying to focus on the pleasure of the action and not the technicality of “good or bad” of the result.

I got there with my writing. But that was a war in the proverbial trenches of a good ten years.

I also decided I wasn’t going to worry about what the newest person in the socials was doing. And that took a lot of work, I still falter a little bit here and there. The hardest thing probably is not comparing yourself to other people - cause they’re cool, and amazing, and I promise probably struggling just as much as you in one way or another.

But you can’t control other people.

You can only control yourself. Your skill. Your effort. Your results. Your growth.

You can Effect other people - talk them down or up, support them or ignore them, cheer them on or guilt them, but you can’t control how they’re gonna react to that.

You might break the kindest soul, or inspire cruelty.

I’m not perfect, I fuck up and who I am isn’t going to be something everyone can stomach - for a LOT of different reasons (and hey, that’s okay! It’s impossible to get along with everyone, we’re just too different and varied and that’s more awesome than awful). But I gotta be me. I have to. I spent Decades Figuring out who I even was, I’m not going to let anyone else decide who I am.

It comes out as confidence, but if I’mma be a little brutal, it’s more desperation than anything else.

I just don’t want to go back to who I was. I don’t want to sob at my desk because “why do I even bother?” Is the only thing I can hear when I try to write or draw or speak or socialize.

Ah bugger, I went and got pretty preachy and loquacious, apologies for that 😅

But also like, hit me up in dm’s or something. If we vibe we vibe, and I’d love to be moots =3

[ejzah]

The Other Shoe, Part 10

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Deeks was puttering around in the back yard (yep, he’d been reduced to a putter) when someone tapped at the gate, and Sam let himself through. He looked around at the garden which Deeks had devoted significant amount of spare time to, just for something to do.

“Looks good. The cucumbers are coming along,” he observed.

“Thanks. I finally got rid of the powdery mildew so they’re flourishing.” Deeks set his hoe to the side, pausing a beat before he asked, “Shouldn’t you be at work?”

“I took a half day.”

“Sam Hanna taking time off? I would ask if someone’s dying, but that,uh, seems in poor taste.”

Sam shook his head. “Only you Deeks.”

“So, what’s going on?” Deeks pressed. “Cause I’m pretty sure you’re not here for some heirloom tomatoes.”

“No, I’m not.” He gestured to the patio. “Let’s have a seat. I got something we gotta talk about.”

Deeks set the gardening tools to the side, following after Sam reluctantly. He supposed he should have expected another lecture since it had only been a few days since the last one. Though at this point, he wasn’t sure what the topic would revolve around. As much as it annoyed him, he’d behaved himself recently, though that was mostly due to necessity.

Deeks eased himself into a chair, ruffling his sweat-matted hair. “So let me guess. It’s reckless to keep pushing myself so hard. I need to focus on getting better and let the rest of you pick up the slack,” he rattled off on a slightly sing-song way.

“That’s all good advice,” Sam said calmly. “But not what I was going to say.” He leaned forward, rubbing his hands together in an uncharacteristically uncertain gesture. “I got a call from the Living Donor Advocate today.” He spread his hands wide. “I’m a match.”

“What?” Deeks breathed.

Sam grinned, shaking his head like he knew what Deeks was thinking. “Surprised me too. Who’d have thought I’d be a good organ match for a self-described descendent of Vikings?”

“Sam, that’s, that’s…” Deeks broke off, completely speechless. Seeing his struggle, Sam reached over and squeezed his knee. When Deeks looked up, his expression was sympathetic.

“Hey, you ok? I know it’s a lot to take in.”

“That’s for sure. I’d didn’t really think anyone would be a match. Um…what did Kensi say?” He imagined her relief at the news.

“I didn’t tell her yet. I wanted to tell you first. Figured you could have the honor of telling Kensi,” Sam said.

“Why?”

“Because I wanted to give you time to think about all of this. I know you have reservations about accepting a donation from one of us—”

“Yeah, because it has the potential to affect the rest of your life,” Deeks interrupted. It was infuriating how everyone dismissed his concerns so easily. “Donating a kidney almost certainly means no more fieldwork, complications during the surgery, not to mention short and long term health risks. Do you really think I feel comfortable asking that of any of you?”

“I’d do it for you in a heart beat,” Sam responded without pause. “I know any of us would if we could.”

“So you’d be ok with an early retirement as a field agent and months of down time while you recuperate? Maybe more.” He’d promised Kensi he would consider any viable matches, but it went against his very core to accept such a huge sacrifice.

“Yes. As soon as a transplant was put on the table, I started thinking about what I would do. I’ve made my peace with it. Now it’s your turn to do the same,” Sam told him, no judgment in his voice. “I can’t begin to know what you’ve gone through during all this, but I think we all consider one less kidney a small sacrifice to keep you with us longer.”

Deeks inhaled heavily, emotions suddenly at the forefront again. He blamed the damn medications for making him cry at the drop of a hat.

“We’ve lost enough people, brother.”

“Damn it,” Deeks whispered, tears suddenly pricking against his eyes. Sam leaned forward, wrapping Deeks in a comforting hug.

“Hey, it’s going to be alright. We got this,” he murmured in Deeks ear. “And you’re going to be a lot more awesome because you’ll have a little piece of Sam Hanna floating around inside you.”

Deeks snorted at that, squeezing back as Sam ruffled his hair affectionately.

“Thanks, man.”

“Any time.” Standing up from the table, Sam gestured to the gate. “I’ll let you think this over before Kensi gets home.”

***

A/N: So, did I surprise any of you with Sam being the match? I don’t know why, but it just seemed right.

[8-worms-in-a-trenchcoat]

@i-3at-s0ap it honestly depends on the context. because deep cleaning is a normal thing, but for me at least the way i clean my room is probably a manifestation of my adhd.

‼️disclaimer i’m not an authority on adhd so please do not quote me on this (i’m not even officially diagnosed with it im just 99% sure i have it) but i have done a lot of research into this. but if you do relate i highly recommend doing your own research cause “reorganising your room” is not explicitly an adhd symptom just a possible manifestation of symptoms

so for context:

my parents are very frequently telling me that i just need to “put stuff back once i use it” but i find that an almost impossible task so in about a month any flat surface in my room has become a dumping ground for random items, unless i’ve dedicated them as a “decoration shelf”. i’ve heard a lot of anecdotes from people with adhd that they struggle with putting things away and that checks out with the issues with executive functioning that manifest with adhd.

this method of storage i have (with i have affectionally labeled the dumping ground method) means that within a month my whole room has random things piled everywhere and it’s basically impossible to just “put everything away” so i have to take everything (and i have a lot of stuff) out of where i keep it and reorganise it all. this is typically a two to three day process depending on how much i need to organise and how easily i get distracted with making up random organisational systems, just looking at things i completely forgot i had or my phone (i’ve also been known to stand in the centre off room and try and figure out where the hell i’m going to put everything)

and yeah deep cleaning is something that people do, just for me the red flags for it likely being tied to adhd is the frequency in which it happens (i’m not good at keeping track of time so i can’t give a definitive number of times i’ve done this in just this year but i’d guess it’s probably been about 6) and why that’s my method of cleaning (because i can’t keep up with a regular cleaning schedule or just put things away immediately)

as for the not eating for two days, i don’t know your specific situation, but from personal experience, adhd anecdotes and the research i have done that does also align with adhd symptoms. since people with adhd struggle with executive functioning once they’re hyperfixated on something it becomes very hard to break from that task (tho this is not exclusive to people with adhd, autistic people also experience this and neurotypicals as well tho usually to a lesser extent), there’s also research into a lack of introspection (im not sure if that’s the right word tbh) which means that it’s very difficult or impossible to understand what your body needs until the need becomes extreme, for example not knowing that your hungry until your literally starving (again this is not exclusively to adhd but also presents in autism). so yeah that part kind of screams some form of neurodivergence, but that’s just my take

tldr; it’s all very nuanced and the context surrounding the behaviours is a crucial factor when considering anything as an “adhd or autism thing” and research is crucial.

also i’m not saying any of this to dismiss you, if you genuinely think what you experience and your behaviours lines up with any of this go forth and seek more knowledge

but proceed with caution when it comes to memes or jokes about the neurodivergent (or any subcategory of neurodivergent) experience because they typically fail to capture the full nuance of the situation or the context and the underlying symptoms that contribute to the behaviour or experience.

because i believe self diagnosis is a valuable tool (it’s helped me a lot with finding language to explain my struggles and coping mechanisms to help deal with them) especially when one doesn’t have the means of accessing an official diagnosis. but self diagnosis using just short form posts might end up doing more harm then good

*completely reorganises my room because it so messy that’s the only way to clean it* i am not beating these adhd allegations

[magicamcheck]

Welcome Toy Market ⚜︎ Map Interactions [EN Translation]

Fan-translations of the lil map chats from the Toy Market event 🧸 ft. Sion, Towa, Gui, and their respective fairies ✨

[Sion]

Sion: ...Slowly... Like this?

Towa: Sion-sama, you’re so hard at work making those toys. You’ve picked this up really nicely in such a short span of time.

Sion: No, I’ve still got a long way to go. Making these myself is what made me realize that. …Crafting by hand is really difficult.

I never realized that a single toy could take so much of a toll on you.

But I’m sure this is no match for the difficulties you face, as someone who handles automatas, or Gui, who builds magic tools. Right?

I can’t find the right words right now, but I guess what I mean is I really respect you all… Honestly, I just think it’s incredible.

Towa: It makes me happy to hear your praise, Sion-sama. But the value of a craft has nothing to do with how complicated the process is.

If you put your whole heart into it, that toy will be one of its kind, and that makes its value priceless. That’s what I think.

And I’m positive that that will be passed down to the one who ends up in possession of it. It will surely be cherished.

Sion: ......

...I see. Hearing that puts my mind at ease a little.

Towa: By the way, let’s backtrack to that comment about deepening your respect for Gui-sama...

He just passed by us. I think telling him directly would definitely facilitate communication between you.

Sion: !?

Gui: Did someone call me~?

Sion: ...Nobody did.

Gui: Huh? B-But, I could’ve sworn Towa-san just said the name “Gui.”

Sion: I just said that nobody called you.

Gui: Ee!? I-I’m sorry!

Towa: (Why did Sion-sama’s attitude change so abruptly? Human emotions really are so complicated...)

[Mateo]

Emma: Mateo, what do you say when a customer comes?

Mateo: Welcome…!

Many… toys! Toys… fun!

Emma: Excellent. Okay, and… Hello. May I have this doll?

Mateo: Yeah! …Ah���?

Next… what question?

Emma: ‘Is this for you, or would you like it gift-wrapped?’

Mateo: !! Right!

Agh… Talking to… customers… hard…

Emma: But you’ve gotten so much better since last time! Besides, all of us will be with you on the actual day, so don’t worry.

Mateo: Okay! Mateo… try hard!!

If I do… good job… make Sion happy?

Emma: Yes, he’ll be so happy!

Mateo: !! Mateo… try even… harder! Emma… thank you!!

Emma: You’re welcome. Okay, why don’t we take it from the top one more time?

Mateo: Yeah!

[Towa]

Emma: Towa, do you have a minute? I wanted to ask you something about toy-making…

Ah, Heinkel’s here too. Sorry, were you in the middle of something?

Heinkel: No, I’m just here to observe.

Emma: Observe?

Towa: I’m servicing my automata.

Emma: (Oh, that bear automata…)

Is that the one you always carry with you?

Towa: Yeah. I haven’t had the time to perform a proper maintenance on it lately.

Emma: (He has a really gentle look on his face…) You take such good care of them.

Towa: …Yes. They are, without question, very dear to me.

Heinkel: …Towa, is it alright if I could observe you one more time? After Emma finishes what she needs.

I’d like to be far more dependable at healing the ones dear to someone dear to me.

…Hm? I apologize. That was a rather confusing sentence.

Towa: Don’t worry, I understood you perfectly. I really appreciate how thoughtful you are, Heinkel-sama.

[Heinkel]

Platinum: Yo, Heinkel-sensei. Could you fix this broken toy for me? Towa and Gui weren’t available. They told me to come to you.

Heinkel: Mm…? I don’t mind, of course, but… Platinum. I’m having trouble believing you only want the toy fixed.

I figure there must be a reason for it…

Platinum: Oh, you’re pretty sharp. Yeah, you’re right. This guy could sell real high if it was fixed up some.

Heinkel: I see. That sounds more like you.

Platinum: What? Are you not gonna fix it ‘cause you don’t like that reason or somethin’?

Heinkel: Heh, don’t misunderstand me. My mission is to heal everything regardless of what the reason may be.

Even if you were to have malicious intentions, that will not prevent a mended toy from serving its purpose to me again.

Platinum: I don’t think you were tryin’ to do this, but that sentence is slicing me up like a knife.

But whatever. I’ll leave this with you. And I’m just saying this from a professional standpoint, but I think those toys would’ve preferred that over going unsold.

Heinkel: In some way or another, you have a very practical spirit… or maybe I should say you’re very business-minded. I don’t hate that in itself. I’ll most certainly take this for you.

(Platinum leaves)

Heinkel: Now… Where should I start?

So that this body you were born with may shine again, I will heal you with all of my spirit.

[Gui]

Boy: Thank you for the toy, Oniichan!

Sion: No problem, thank you for purchasing it. There are a lot of people around here, so make sure you don’t wander away from your parents, okay?

Boy: Okay! Bye-bye!

Gui: ......

Sion: Gui? What’s the matter?

Gui: Ah! It’s nothing, just… I was just noticing how gentle you sound when you talk to kids…

Sion: When you put it that way, you make it sound like I'm normally mean to you guys.

Gui: Ee!! Th-That’s not what I meant at all! But, I guess sometimes you are a little scary…!?

Sion: I don’t mean to be doing that. But is my attitude here proving your point? I apologize if I’ve ever hurt you.

Gui: N-No, no, no, no! I should be the one apologizing…!?

I was just a little jealous of hearing you talk so nicely…

Sion: ……..

I mean, I could try to force myself. But it’ll probably seem like I’m a completely different person.

If you’re fine with me turning into an angelic oniisan every time we talk, even back at the guild, then I’ll think about it.

Gui: ……

That doesn’t sound like it’d be good for your mental health, so I think I’ll decline…

Sion: ……Okay. I’ll try to watch my attitude next time we talk.

[Platinum]

Girl: Hey, Oniichan. What kind of toy is this kitty here?

Platinum: Oh ho, little girl. You have an excellent eye. That is the craftsmanship of the highly talented meister Towa.

Its cute factor is not the only thing it has going for it. If you press its belly just a smidge, like so——

Stuffed Cat Toy: Meow~

Girl: Wow!! It meowed! That’s so cool!

Platinum: Hahaha, isn’t it? I guarantee that your days would be so much more fun with this little friend to talk to.

Girl: Okay! I’ll take it please!

Platinum: Oh, thank you for your patronage. Make sure to brag about it to all your friends, alright?

Towa: Platinum-sama, how are things over h——?

…! You’ve already sold this much? This is a feat I could never accomplish.

Platinum: Ahh~ That’s because you’re missing a little something from your dialogue, Towa.

But you know, talking up a product’s strengths is one of the basics of business.

No matter how good a product you make, it’ll all go down the drain if it never falls into the hands of someone who’ll use it. You know?

Towa: ...Yes. Once you make something, it should end up serving someone. I really appreciate your help, Platinum. Thank you.

Platinum: No problem. You promised I’d get paid plenty, anyway.

Plus... I gotta make it clear to Gui and Emma once again that I’m a guy who knows what he’s doing.

Oh yeah, Towa. Let’s keep this teamwork up till the Toy Market’s over. Yeah?

Towa: Yes, let’s keep it up.

[storytellerofuntoldlegends]

when you break the surface: ch 2

A/N: so uh. this chapter is a lot, we go from 0 to 100 real quick in this au aksdfkl (oh also i figured i’d make this clear: the canary!jimmy concept was started by @vyeoh​! no one has said anything thinking that the idea was mine, but i thought i should make that clarification just to be sure!)

Warnings: banter, canonical character death, mild violence

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Having wings felt both like the most natural thing in the world and yet the oddest thing. Preening had to be adopted into Jimmy’s daily routine now, and that was getting irritating really quick. How could there be so much stuff in his feathers all the time?! However, flying was becoming something he was constantly yearning for, and something that just felt truly right. Well… it would be if he could ever get up off of the ground. He could glide with no problem when he jumped down from the edge of cliffs, mountains, and hills. But flying, actually flying? Jimmy could barely get up in the air for more than a moment. He hadn’t quite built up enough muscle strength in his wings yet for that. Grian said that would come eventually the more he glided, but Jimmy wasn’t exactly the most patient man in the world. And said lack of patience was causing Grian’s own patience to wear thin.

“Tim, how do you feel about a little adventure to stretch your wings?” Grian said suddenly, after watching Jimmy fail to get himself barely a foot off the ground for what was probably the millionth time.

“Wait, really?” Jimmy asked, unable to keep his wings from fluttering excitedly. That was another thing Jimmy had noticed about his wings- they seemed to respond to his emotions. He wasn’t sure how he hadn’t noticed it with Grian before, but the way someone held their wings said a lot about what they were feeling. And Jimmy’s wings seemed far more expressive than Grian’s- but maybe Grian was just better at keeping those instinctual movements at bay.

“Yeah, Joel and I have been meaning to loot a woodland mansion I found anyway. I guess you could tag along too,” Grian said with a shrug.

“I’d be happy to! I don’t really have the gear for mansion raiding though,” Jimmy replied with a frown.

“I’m sure I’ve got some spare stuff you can borrow, c’mon,” Grian said, gesturing for Jimmy to follow him back to his base. He did indeed have some gear for Jimmy to use, including a special made chestplate that would fit around his wings. Grian said he didn’t like wearing it because he felt like it weighed him down, but seeing as Jimmy wasn’t really getting off the ground anyway, it couldn’t hurt.

After gathering up all the tools and gear they needed, Jimmy and Grian made the journey over to Joel’s base. Fortunately it wasn’t too far, and soon enough they stood in the fields near Joel’s base, waiting for him to show up. Jimmy frowned. Grian told Joel that they were coming, right? But Jimmy didn’t see any sign of him, where was he?

“Nice wings Jim!” Joel’s voice shouted near his ear. Jimmy nearly jumped out of his skin, leaping into the air with a startled chirp. Jimmy’s hand slammed over his mouth as he gently descended to the ground again. He chirped. He honest to goodness chirped like a bird. Grian and Joel seemed just as surprised as Jimmy was, but something teasing was quickly creeping into Joel’s expression.

“Joel-” Jimmy started, but was quickly cut off.

“Jimmy, how long have you been a canary,” Joel crowed, breaking down into raucous laughter.

“I’m not a canary!” Jimmy protested, feathers fluffing up in irritation.

“Whatever you say, Tweety Bird,” Grian chimed in with a laugh.

“Stop iiiit,” Jimmy whined. Grian and Joel continued to laugh, and Jimmy felt his face burn in embarrassment. Thankfully, their laughter petered out soon enough.

“Seriously though Jim, how long have you had wings for? Don’t exactly remember that from worlds we’ve been on together,” Joel said after his laughter subsided.

“They just sorta grew a few days ago. Grian’s been teaching me how to fly,” Jimmy said, wings shifting a bit self-consciously.

“Oh? And how’s that been going?” Joel asked with a raised eyebrow.

“It hasn’t,” Jimmy admitted. Joel let out a bark of laughter, and Jimmy couldn’t help but join in this time around. Grian shook his head fondly before turning to Joel with a more serious expression.

“To get to why we’re actually here, you remember that woodland mansion I told you about?” Grian asked. Joel blinked in apparent surprise.

“Oh! Yeah, are we doing that now? With Jimmy?” he asked, sounding a bit skeptical. A sharp, mischievous smile came to Grian’s face, and Jimmy didn’t like that one bit.

“Well of course we’ll bring Timmy- we need the extra hand without Scar here,” Grian said, clapping his hand on Jimmy’s shoulder with an expression directed at Joel that Jimmy couldn’t quite decipher. It was like Grian and Joel had some sort of unspoken communication between them, because understanding dawned on Joel’s face before his face broke into a cunning grin.

“Oh, of course! Yeah, I’m ready to go now,” Joel replied with a slight laugh.

“Good! I think it’d be a nice surprise if we got some totems for Scar, and it would be handy for us too if we’re in a pinch,” Grian said, all strange cunning and mischievousness gone from his tone, genuine kindness and thoughtfulness replacing it. Jimmy wasn’t quite sure what to make of that sudden shift, and he resisted the urge to sigh out loud. It looked like he would have to keep an eye out for any shenanigans from Grian and Joel.

-

The journey to the mansion was long and arduous, and filled with plenty of teasing and heckling from Grian and Joel. Including both of them at one point flying high above Jimmy, who was stuck on the ground. Which wasn’t fair at all- Joel was cheating, he had an elytra. But eventually they made it to the mansion, and then Grian and Joel insisted that Jimmy go in first. Jimmy got the distinct feeling he was being used as cannon fodder- that earlier unspoken conversation those two had was beginning to make a lot more sense. Which hurt, but not for the reason one might think. He wasn’t hurt that his friends seemingly cared so little for his safety, but rather that his friends didn’t see that he was perfectly willing to rush in first if that meant keeping them safe.

But then Jimmy couldn’t even do that. Grian got cocky on the final floor of the mansion and rushed ahead- and heck, Jimmy was feeling a bit cocky too. He didn’t really think anything of Grian rushing ahead… until he saw her at the end of the hallway. A woman cloaked in shadow with the void clinging to her robes, crows scattered around her. She wore a wide brimmed hat with a veil shielding her eyes, but Jimmy could still see the sad smile on her face- gentle, serene, and regretful.

Jimmy blinked and the woman was gone, and instead all he could see was a vindicator running at Grian’s turned back. There wasn’t time to shout out a warning- Joel only managed to scream Grian’s name before the vindicator’s axe hit home and Grian crumbled to ash. Jimmy bolted forward on instinct, cutting the vindicator down. But several more vindicators were waiting around the corner, and suddenly Joel’s hand was on his shoulder, steering him away.

“We have to run!” he said urgently, picking off a few vindicators with his bow before he and Jimmy scrambled down the stairs. Jimmy risked a glance behind him, noticing that the vindicators were very much still on their tail.

“They’re still there, they’re still coming!” Jimmy shouted, pushing Joel ahead of him more so he could shoot a few down as well. As soon as they got to a safer spot, Joel fell to his knees, trembling. Jimmy immediately knelt beside him, frantically checking for injuries- and was relieved to discover he was mostly unharmed, just a few scratches.

“Grian…” he got out shakily.

“How did that happen, they only hit him once- and there was that woman there…” Jimmy rambled, feeling strangely numb. Joel’s head shot up at the mention of the woman, looking at Jimmy with a perplexed expression.

“Woman? What woman?” Joel asked. Jimmy blinked at him incredulously.

“The shadowy lady, with all the crows. She showed up at the end of the hall, then vanished just before that vindicator showed up,” Jimmy said with disbelief. Joel blinked at him incomprehensibly, then reached out to gently grab Jimmy’s arms in an action that was probably meant to be comforting or grounding.

“Jimmy… the only ones that were there were me, you, Grian, and those vindicators,” Joel said slowly. Jimmy jerked out of Joel’s hold slightly.

“Joel, I know what I saw. She was all dressed in black, she had a veiled hat- and she was smiling. But it was sad though, like she knew what was going to happen,” Jimmy said, voice coming out desperate and pleading. Joel just looked at Jimmy sadly, brows furrowed as he shook his head.

“Look, I didn’t see anything. Maybe the stress got to you, or maybe the stress got to me. But the only thing on my mind right now is killing the rest of those vindicators, and burning this place to the ground,” Joel said firmly, anger setting his eyes aflame. And well? Disagreement on the shadowy woman aside, Jimmy could definitely get behind Joel’s plan.

-

The journey back to Joel’s base after burning the mansion was largely silent. Neither of them seemed to know what to say, any line of conversation felt like it would only lead to what happened, and the teasing banter didn’t feel quite right with someone missing. At least Joel let Jimmy stay at his base for the night, and didn’t make him walk home to his little shack in the daisy field.

Jimmy took off his loaned armor, heart clenching at the chestplate. If Grian had been wearing it instead of Jimmy, would he be alive right now? He shoved the armor into a chest with a heavy sigh before all but collapsing onto the edge of the spare bed Joel loaned him. His feathers were itching something awful, practically twitching with the need to be preened. He wasn’t feeling the energy to, but he should probably preen before he went to sleep. Otherwise he would just feel worse when he woke up. With another sigh, he began to pick through his feathers with slightly trembling hands, aligning barbules and getting rid of specks of dirt and ash from the burning mansion. He was vaguely aware of Joel watching him from across the room, as well as the sympathetic look Joel gave him when Jimmy struggled to reach some parts of his wings. Eventually Jimmy gave up on those parts, wings drooping with a sigh. Some preening was better than none at all, he guessed.

“Grian used to help me with those bits. Every time he did it, he said it would be the ‘last time’ he did that for me,” Jimmy said in response to Joel’s questioning stare. Joel slowly made his way over to Jimmy and carefully sat next to him, as if Jimmy was some wild creature that would bolt at the slightest movement.

“I could… help, if you wanted? It’s just aligning feathers, right?” Joel asked softly. Jimmy turned to finally meet Joel’s eyes with a surprised expression.

“I mean… it’s a little more than that, you gotta get out dirt and stuff too- there’s been a lot of ash from the fire in my wings… but I would appreciate the help,” Jimmy replied, shyly stretching out a wing so that Joel could reach it. Joel just hummed in response, and set to work on the parts that Jimmy couldn’t quite reach. His hands were clumsy, clumsier than Jimmy was at preening, but did the job alright. In fact, Jimmy had to stop himself from nodding off due to the soothing movements by the time Joel made it to his other wing. And sooner than Jimmy would’ve liked, Joel removed his hands from his feathers.

“There. It looks, uh, better?” Joel said uncertainly. A humorless laugh escaped Jimmy’s lips.

“Not exactly filling me with confidence there,” he said dryly.

“You’re right, I’ve got your feathers going all the wrong ways on purpose,” Joel joked, trying to make the tense air lighter but failing miserably. Jimmy laughed anyway, turning to Joel with a grateful smile.

“Seriously though, thank you. I’ll get the hang of preening them by myself eventually… but it’s nice to have the help,” Jimmy said softly. Joel gave a weak smile back, patting Jimmy on the shoulder before getting up.

“You’re welcome. Just… get some rest, okay?” Joel said with gentle insistence. Jimmy huffed out a laugh.

“You too. It’s… today’s been a lot,” he said with a sigh. Joel didn’t say anything, just nodded grimly before he headed to his bed. Jimmy got beneath the covers of his own bed, shifting a bit until he got comfortable, wings wrapping around himself slightly. He closed his eyes, and tried to get to sleep.

When the sun came up, neither Joel nor Jimmy had slept a wink.

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[thesunicarusfellfor]

The neither route was amazing! If you ever get ideas for it pls continue because i found it really interesting. You are a great writer.

Okay! This route actually made me very happy, but unfortunately, as much as I wanted to write it, I didn't know how exactly to do it? If that makes sense?

Context is HERE- The very end of the story is the Neither route.

TW: Anxiety, mentioned nightmares, mentioned Tubbo threatening Ranboo, guilt

I would also like to say that cuddling is platonic.

Left The Game (Plat!C!Ranboo x GN!Reader x Parental!C!Philza) Headcanon/Fic (Part 3???)

Ranboo Beloved joined the game.

(Y/n) (L/n) joined the game.

Michael Underscore-Beloved joined the game.

You and Ranboo tumbled out of the swirling portal and hit the ground with a hard thud, dirt and sand kicking up around you both upon impact.

Before you could comprehend what happened, a small squeal came from behind you and something slammed into your back, causing a groan to pull itself from your chest.

The monochrome male mumbled from beside you, his face practically buried in the grass which caused his words to be muffled.

His crown had rolled a few feet away, and his bags had opened as well, sending a few of his tools scattering, but everything seemed to be intact?

You slurred a mess of words before spitting out the sand that had gathered up in your mouth, attempting to tell the tall male that you were alive.

At least somewhat.

You both knew that you three had to drag yourselves into Phil's house, but the travel was so exhausting. Sleeping in the dirt sounded so tempting...

A quiet whine sounded from the weight on your back, reminding you that Michael had also come into the server with you.

When Ranboo got up, he picked the zombie piglin up from where he sat on your back, allowing you to get up.

You both, plus Michael who was resting on Ranboo's hip, began to pick up everything that had dropped out of the portal with you.

Once everything was gathered up, you three wandered through the iron doors of Philza's home and looked around curiously.

Two cats, one named Pog and one named Champ, came up to you both, chirping and meowing eagerly before pausing suddenly. They most likely expected Phil...

Michael gave a loud squealing noise at the sight of the cats and squirmed out of Ranboo's hold, running over to pet the cats.

Ranboo set off to find food in the chests, scribbling in his memory book the entire time.

You, on the other hand, dug through your bags to find materials you had brought to make three beds. One yellow, one grey and the other (f/c).

Once you placed each of them beside each other, Michael eagerly hopped into the middle one (the yellow one), while Ranboo walked over with plates of steamed carrots and baked potatoes.

"Stressed?" He mumbled softly, watching you stare down at your wrist where the tattoo of a heart with deep grooves in the center rested. The exact place the three hearts tattoos were, "I-I know, it's going to be a little different... But... Maybe it's a good different! ...Please, eat something and then get some sleep. Phil will check on us in the morning, and you know how he can get..."

With a smile, he handed you the plate and a fork before sitting on the floor at the foot of the beds with his own plate. Luckily he had given Michael a golden apple before he had gone to look for food, so the child was quietly drifting off to sleep, "Do... You really think that running was the best option?" You whispered, taking a bite of the vegetables.

"I... What else could we have done?" He frowned, setting his crown beside him before taking a bite of his own food, "We couldn't fight them... and they were definitely not going to let you go so easily. Hell... Tubbo... My own fiance was threatening to kill me because I was talking to you and caring for your burns!" He hissed, tilting his head back with his eyes pinched shut tightly, trying so hard not to cry.

You quickly walked over and moved his plate so it rested on his bed and you wrapped your arms around him tightly. The enderman hybrid eagerly returned the hug, crying into your shoulder so the fabric of your clothes soaked up his tears, "Should... I have just... Accepted their love, and maybe learn to love them back? For everyone's sake?" You whispered, your voice wavering as you tried to keep your composure.

"Absolutely not!" He yanked himself back from your shoulder to give you a glare, "That relationship would not have been healthy whether you loved either of them or not! They would've kept you locked away like a prized possession, and they would've severely hurt anyone who tried to interact with you!"

"I- I know... But..." You glanced down, but Ranboo tilted your head upwards so you were looking at him, but you still avoided eye contact so it didn't make him uncomfortable, "Your... Your relationship..."

Ranboo sighed, "I know. But, I'd rather that he showed me his true colours and I divorced him again for that, rather than him manipulating someone into loving him... and putting everyone else in danger in response. Now. We have a lot to do tomorrow. Finish eating and get some sleep."

The next morning, Philza practically slammed open the iron doors to his own house, looking a tad bit out of breath and a bit frazzled.

Once he saw you, Michael and Ranboo curled up in a small cuddle pile on the three different coloured beds, he gave a loud sigh of relief and adjusted his striped bucket hat.

Thankfully, the father of Minecraft let you three sleep for a little while before waking you and Ranboo up around noon.

First, he gave you both spare elytra's and so you could keep up with his massive black avian wings.

Ranboo's turned into massive black and purple dragon wings, while yours turned into (f/c) (f/a) wings.

Phil showed you both the end realm and his Endlantis, which he gave Ranboo special water protection potions so he could swim through the waters as well.

This man basically treated you three as if you were his own children!

Taught you how to fly.

Taught you how to cook properly.

Everything!

And basically survive with bare minimums.

Once you both got better at flying, a few months later, Philza rEAAALLY wanted to take you to the massive project he called Nether Void.

"Ready, mates?" Philza walked over and ruffled the hair on both your and Ranboo's heads with a soft smile, somehow unbothered by the blistering heat of the hellscape, "Double check your potions, armour durability and food supply."

Ranboo mostly stopped wearing his crown because it had problems staying on when he flew and because it had a lot of memories tied to it, so he didn't want it damaged. He had also stopped wearing his tux, instead, he wore plain black pants and a white ruffled poet shirt with a purple short cape that had a golden trim and gold chains, which was a gift from Philza.

You on the other hand wore something similar but with a(n) (f/c) poet shirt and a(n) (f/c) and gold cape. Your cape was also a gift from the fatherly figure as well, and so was the (f/c) infinity scarf type fabric wrapped around your shoulder over your chest that helped you carry and protect Michael as you flew, "Yep, we're ready to go, Mr. Dadza Minecraft!" You gave him a mock salute with a smile as he laughed.

Ranboo checked on Michael who was nibbling on a golden apple before he helped put the zombie piglin child into your scarf carrier, "Yeah, everyone seems safe!" He chirped softly as he adjusted his cape to spread his wings, shaking them out a bit in the heat of the lava.

"Let's go!" You cheered softly once you made sure Michael was 100% secure and wouldn't fall out somehow, "Food is stocked up and in my bag, as well as Regen and Health pots, and a first aid kit and two extra totems."

Philza gave you a proud father smile and took off first, hovering in the air for a few seconds as he waited for both of you to catch up. Thankfully, he knew very well that you both likely would never be able to catch up to his skill in flying as he had been born with massive feathered wings hundreds of years ago. You and Ranboo had never been into the air until a few months ago. Once you both caught up, he took off and soared through the burning hot nether.

Phil loved telling you both the stories of the lands. The Blaze Empress who lived in the Quartress, the foolish Ender King...

You and Ranboo always listened to his stories with such eagerness, often asking him to retell the stories when you were having a bad day or just wanted to relax.

The elder male actually greatly enjoyed having two children to raise again, even if he didn't have the best track record with sane children.

When he did leave to go to the DreamSMP, he would always promise you both that he would be safe and NEVER left without saying goodbye, even if he was angry or upset with either one of you.

He never wants his last words to someone to be filled with anger or hatred.

Somedays he would go to the SMP, you and Ranboo would not leave the house, just out of fear that he wouldn't come back, or that Tubbo and Tommy would come out instead of Phil.

Both you and Ranboo were plagued by nightmares very often for the first few weeks and woke up in tears in the middle of the night.

As old as Phil was, he had absolutely no problems comforting either of you in the middle of the night, same with Ranboo.

"Here mates..." He whispered softly as he handed you a hot beverage and gave Ranboo a grass block, "You're safe here... I promise. I would have to allow either of them into the server, and that would never happen... Especially now that I know what kind of people my sons are..."

You sighed and put your hand on Ranboo's back as he sobbed into your shoulder, using the fabric of his shirt to dry his tears before they burned his skin, "I know... I know... There's just the overwhelming fear that suddenly I'll wake up and I'll be back in the SMP and-and..." You decided not to finish your sentence, nuzzling into Ranboo's hair to try and keep yourself calm.

"Last I checked... Techno scared them off from the Tundra... But I haven't been in Snowchester or near the Embassy enough to know what Tubbo and Tommy are doing. But Ghostbur said that Tubbo has gone absolutely nuts... And Sam had to steal the nukes so Tubbo wouldn't destroy anything else... He also said Tommy on the other hand hasn't done anything except visit Dream in prison constantly."

Ranboo gave a shaky sigh and glanced over at Michael, most likely extremely happy that he brought his child along so he didn't have to deal with a psychotic Tubbo... Hell, he didn't know what would've happened to his kid if he did leave him. The thought caused him to give a small sob and hide his face again, holding onto you tighter and practically pulling your smaller form into his lap, trying to silently promise you safety and using you to remind him that he wasn't alone.

"We... we can't thank you enough, Phil... Really... You taught us so many life skills, kept us safe and promised us a safe haven... Allowed us to your private server..." You whispered, before feeling the warm cup being taken from your hand before a hand replaced it.

"Honestly... It's the least I can do to protect you both... You two have become two children to me, and, while I haven't been able to raise you from children like Techno, Wil and Tommy..." He didn't continue his sentence, struggling to form sentences, but both you and Ranboo understood and were quick to yank him into your little cuddle pile/hug, the two of you eagerly hugging him.

"Thank you... Dadza..."

[spooky-raccoon]

Well Deserved Cuddles (Karl Heisenberg x F Reader)

I absolutely can and have been thinking about this for days so thank you @sirlsplayland​

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        Karl Heisenberg wasn’t one who usually asked for something.  He just tended to either make what he needed or work on getting what he wanted.  Especially, when it was from someone else.  Unless it was something explicit of course.  He was a man of consent after all.  With his new helper as well he was very keen on making sure she was comfortable. She had been pretty helpful and good with the tools he had provided her which he admired.  The two had gotten close in the months they had been working together.  Sometimes extremely close.  Right now was different though and he couldn’t quite figure out what it was. He didn’t want to take her to his chambers to bump uglies, but for sometimes what they would do afterwards. Cuddling, maybe some tender kisses. Just the sweet stuff.  He didn’t know how to go about asking though and that was making him feel antsy.

        He stood up from his worktable and strode his way over to her room where she did her part of the work. She particularly enjoyed coming up with new schematics and testing on smaller scales if they would work.  He found her hunched over the table, a pencil in hand and a drafting T ruler in the other.  A radio on the corner was playing some oldies she had managed to find CD’s of in some junk piles one day.  He could even hear her humming along mostly in tune. That was her way of being in thought and part of him felt he could take a step back to go back to not bother her. It was probably just silly and bothersome to interrupt for something trivial like cuddling.  He didn’t get a chance though.

        “Either that’s a lycan at my door, a Soldat who’s lost its way or you Heisenberg.  Two of the three I’ll smack out of here with a broom.” She set her pencil down and turned, a smile on her face that he had seen before, but now caused his heart to thump in his chest.  “How goes your end?”

         “Oh you know, the usual. Slow and steady, but I think it’s coming around.  Your fancy schmancy detailed paperwork helped out a bit on a part that had me lost.” Heisenberg leaned on the door frame, looking to play cool and relaxed.  His hat tilted back, and he let his sunglasses slide to the front of the bridge of his nose.  “How about you there?  Seem to be really into it and you know, I’d hate to interrupt you.”

        That laugh of hers and the way the lamp on the table hit her face made it light up even more.  “You and I both know that’s not true, Heisenberg. You seem to enjoy coming in when work is heavy, but work is going well.  Just finishing up some last details though I was thinking of taking a break to give my eyes a break.  I’ve been at it for a few hours now and they could use it.”

        “I see, I see.”  He flicked his head to knock his hat back in place and he pushed his sunglasses back up.  “Well, I was thinking that maybe, well.  You and I could, perhaps.”  A frustrated huff escaped through his nose, and he raised a hand up in an annoyance, at himself for the most part that he just couldn’t get the words out.

        A brow raised on her face when she realized he was almost fidgeting and when some of the smaller bits of metal around him started to vibrate.  “Did you want to have some fun?  Is that what you want to ask?”  She leaned against the table, her hands linking together.

       “No, no.  Not that.  I was thinking that we could, maybe, if you wanted to of course.”  He took off his glasses with one hand and ran the other over his face, resting over his eyes.  “I can’t for the god damn life of me figure out why this is so hard to ask for God’s sake.  I can ask you if you want to do the damn horizontal tango with such damn ease, but this is so damn difficult.”  Larger bits of metal joined the smaller pieces and it started to hover at around shin height.

       “Well, for one, calm down and collect your thoughts.  You don’t think too well when you get antsy like this.  What is it you want?”  She stood up from her chair and went up to him.  That seemed to only make his heart pound faster and swore if it wasn’t for the sound of the metal maybe she could hear his heart thudding away as she put her hands on him arms.  “Go on, Heisenberg.  Spit it out, I know you can.”

        He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath.  He ran the sentence a few times in his head and when he opened his eyes again he was looking down right at her.  “Would you like to come back to my chambers to maybe… cuddle….  with me?  Just cuddle. No funny business.”

       She looked surprised by his question, but the look went away and was replaced by something gentle. Something sweet and it made his worry of asking start to melt away.  “Yeah, that sounds really nice.  I could use some cuddling right now.”  She linked her hand with his and the two made their way back to his room.

       The bed squeaked as the two got comfortable on it and for a moment he wasn’t sure what to do. Usually, after sex things just slipped into place like it was a step.  She seemed to though and she laid her head on the crook of his chest and shoulder with her arm draped across his stomach.  One of her legs laid over his while his arm went to hold around her back with his hand pressed into her lower back.  “Your heart is racing, you know that?”  She sound amused; her fingertips making absentminded patterns that he could feel through his shirt.

      “Yeah, yeah, just ignore that.  It’s nothing to worry about.”  He gave her a gentle pat on her back, nothing mean but to just hopefully get her to drop the topic.

       She was quiet for a good while and the two had just enjoyed the comfort of each other’s arms. Though, she looked up at him and he had already been looking down at her to just admire the moment.  His heart had calmed a bit, but now started up again. “Were you nervous to ask me to cuddle with you, Heisenberg?”

       He sighed and knew she would pester him about it if he didn’t give an answer.  “Yeah, yeah I was doll face.  I just didn’t think you would want to, and it felt, well, silly to just ask for it without having sex.”

      “Heisenberg, that’s not silly.  I promise.” Her hand reached up to his cheek where she ran her thumb across his cheek bone.  “You can ask me any time, alright?  No need for the nerves.  You’re pretty nice to cuddle with if I do say so myself, and I do.  Relax that chrome casted heart of yours for me.”

       His heart this time skipped a few beats, but he did indeed calm down.  “I’ll see what I can do.  Now, relax. You said so yourself that you’ve been busy for hours.  You deserve to rest those pretty eyes of yours.”

       “And you deserve to have this.”  Her arm went back around him, and her head went back to where it had originally been. Perhaps she was right.  Maybe he did deserve the love that was dangled in front of his face for years and ended up being lies.  He would have to think on it like everything else, but for now he would enjoy this.

[masterjedilenawrites]

I’m not good at making requests, so forgive me if anything come out wrong.

But, could you do something were reader and Tech are fixing some eletronics and listening to cientific things, and start talking about a wrong thing people said there, so they get distracted and when realize, they’re in to a awkward position (like him btween her legs or sth like that)

I love your writing and thanks (: <3

Omg I've been so soft for Tech lately and this prompt is perfect 💚 I hope this is what you were looking for, I really enjoyed writing it!

Tech x reader | 2k words

...making bacta the most important scientific achievement in history...

"Dank farrik," Tech huffed beside you.

You came out of your daze at the sudden exclamation and looked at your friend with concern, trying to quickly figure out what had gone wrong. You were helping him with a project, though what it was exactly you weren't completely certain of. All you knew was it involved digging into the walls of the ship and untangling a lot of wires. You'd been instructed to hold onto several of them, keeping them pulled taught out of the wall so Tech could fiddle with the other ends, and the dullness of the task had caused your mind to wander.

"What's wrong?" you asked, doubtful you'd understand any explanation, but wanting to be sure you hadn't done anything to mess up his progress.

He waved a hand at you dismissively, not pulling his attention away from the work in front of him. "Just the radio," he mumbled.

You hadn't been paying attention; it had only been turned on as background noise to keep you from going insane with boredom. And since it was tuned into some kind of scientific news frequency, you didn't really understand much of what was being said anyway.

...with the most influential application simply being in the field of medicine, providing us higher life forms with a versatile tool in maintaining our quality of life, and potentially even prolonging it...

Tech huffed again. Scoffed. Your mouth quirked at how upset he was getting. It was kind of cute.

But, you had to debate whether engaging with his frustration would be worth it. He had only recently calmed down from his outburst earlier that day, the only time you had ever seen him genuinely upset. Wrecker had accidentally knocked over a piece of machinery that was... well, something very important, apparently. No one was too sure. But Tech had spent most of the week carefully arranging its parts just-so, so that when all his hard work went crashing onto the floor, his breathing had suddenly resembled that of a charging Nexu. He'd drawn himself up, trying to match his brother's height, and ordered the poor guy to never step foot in this part of the ship again. The other Batchers had tried to defend him and were subsequently banned as well.

That left you as the only option for help.

Maybe that meant he wouldn't kick you out for debating him....

"Sounds like they're saying some pretty reasonable things. Am I missing something?"

Tech's fingers, which had been deftly working through the wires before him, clipping some and splicing others, finally froze. The clone's face tilted over to you, his eyes looking a little too judgmental through those glasses for your liking.

"You think bacta is the most important scientific achievement?" he asked. You didn't like his tone, either.

You scrunched your mouth in thought, actually giving the question serious consideration. While you mulled it over, Tech stood up from his hunched position in the wall and started pulling on some of the wires, unraveling them from their tangled mess.

"Yeah," you finally decided. "I think medicine in general is pretty important. And bacta specifically is the strongest known substance to deliver fast and effective healing."

Tech was mostly focused on the wires, but he spared you a glance.

"And treating symptoms is the most important thing for humanity? Here, hold this." He added another wire for you to hold in your hands.

You knew it was a loaded question so you chose to answer it with one of your own. "Well if it's not bacta or medicine, then what would it be?"

"Electricity," he said quickly and assertively, as if it was the most obvious thing in the galaxy. He continued to focus more on his work and you were annoyed he didn't seem to want to offer up an explanation to his opinion, despite having made you give one. He'd finally untangled the wires and was back to leaning into the cavern in the wall and setting them into their proper places.

"Why electricity?" You hated how dumb your question sounded; obviously you understood the concept and understood its importance. You just really wanted to challenge him to give you some explanations.

"For one, most medicines would not be able to be mass-produced were it not for the electrically-run vats in which they are made." He held his hand out behind him and made a grabbing motion. "Blue, please."

You sorted out the blue wire and passed it over.

"For another," he continued, his voice sounding distant as he leaned further away into the wall, "we must ask what constitutes a quote-unquote important achievement. For example, is an achievement worthy of the title simply because it improves our quality of life? Green, please."

You handed over the corresponding wire. "I'd say it's more about preserving life. Even outside of war, there's enough injury and illness that would end life were it not for medicine to heal them."

"Ah, but in that same reasoning, electricity also sustains life. It powers sources of light and warmth, which can also provide a means of boiling water and cooking food. All keys to survival. Yellow, please."

"So does fire," you shot back. "People survived long before electricity, and there's still plenty of civilizations living fine without it."

Tech finally emerged from the wall and took the last few wires from you, the red and black ones. He met your eyes with an earnestness that let you know how much he was enjoying this conversation. "And people have survived without medicine. At least the manufactured forms that you're arguing for, like bacta. Traditional medicine is as sufficient as fire."

Before you could respond, Tech moved to the side, motioning toward the wall with his head and holding up the remaining wires.

"Now, unfortunately these last ones need to be clipped in down below. I'm not able to fit through the lattice of the floor, but someone of your stature easily could."

You stepped forward and peered down. It was a mess of machinery and pipes and beams, but you could clearly see the port where the wires had been yanked out earlier. You knelt down, resting your stomach on the edge of the wall, but paused before bending over.

"If it wasn't for bacta, you wouldn't have been born." You were confident in your comeback and thus didn't linger for his reaction, turning to bend down into the ship with your wires instead.

You were disappointed to hear his soft chuckle from above you.

"And what do you think powers the bacta tanks that hold the clone embryos?"

You were glad he couldn't see the frustrated frown on your face. While you tried to think of a new point in your debate, you snapped the red wire into the proper port. But then you realized you couldn't quite reach the black one, and started carefully shimmying forward, deeper into the wall.

"It seems we have circled back to the initial question," Tech offered in your silence. You felt his hands hold on to your hips, steadying you as your legs lifted from the floor, most of your body now inside the ship. You didn't think anything of it, though, your focus split between your task and his words. "What makes an achievement the most important? Both medicine and electricity are capable of preserving life, but neither are essential to survival. So, what criteria are we left with?"

You were finally within reach of the last port and pushed the wire into it. "Sounds like you already have the right answer, so why don't you stop teasing me and just say it?" you called up to him.

"I...I didn't mean to sound like I was teasing."

You could hear the apology in his voice, how truly caught off guard he was to hear that you had perceived his attempts at a friendly debate, a conversation, as mocking or disrespectful. Your stomach knotted up in guilt, making your journey to wiggle back out of the wall a little more difficult.

"I'm sorry, Tech," you said through a grunt as you tried to push yourself back. "I didn't mean to sound rude. I just don't know the answer."

You felt his arms snake around your middle, pulling you the last of the way out. You came to rest on your knees, breathing heavily at the sudden increase in air supply. Tech was crouched alongside you, his chest against part of your back, his arms still holding you.

"I honestly don't know the answer, either," he blinked down at you, speaking quietly. "I don't know what criteria would constitute the most important scientific achievement. I thought maybe we could figure it out if we kept discussing it."

You craned your neck around to look at him, unconcerned about the discomfort it took to do so. You needed to face him fully. "Or... maybe we don't need to figure it out? I mean, does there need to be one achievement labeled more important than any other? Can they not all be valued equally?"

"I suppose..." he relented. But only a little. "It is a fun thought exercise, though."

You smiled at that, and it made your heart flutter a little to see him return the expression. There were a few seconds between you where you sat pleasantly in each other's arms... before the realization hit that you were in each other's arms.

"Uh," Tech stuttered first. His eyes looked about frantically as if the more he saw of you practically sitting in his lap, the more he would know what to do about it.

Your face was hot and your heart thumped forcefully in your chest. But you weren't panicking. Even though you'd been around the Bad Batch for a while now, this was the first time you'd gotten physically close to any of them, especially this dorky genius, who made you feel just a little better about life than the others did. You hadn't been sure why, not until this moment, your face being mere inches away from his own. Now it clicked.

His arms had removed themselves from your frame and he was starting to crawl backward on the floor. You quickly grasped his shoulder to stop him.

"Tech, wait."

He froze, looking at you with wide, apprehensive eyes. His shoulder was tense so you relaxed your grasp and simply let your hand rest on it gently. You gave him a small smile. Thankfully these little gestures were enough encouragement for him to lean back to you. He still looked at you timidly, but he wasn't pulling away anymore. It seemed like maybe he had been feeling the same things about you.

"Yes?"

He was waiting for you to make the next move.

"So, this project," you stalled, needing just a little more time to work up the courage. "What is it again? Why did I just crawl into the bowels of the ship?"

Your face was creeping closer to his, breath gently fanning across each other, warm but refreshing.

"I... I..." Tech seemed to be short-circuiting. "I was just, uh, re... redecorating."

Your nose had just brushed his when you suddenly frowned and moved back to look at him questioningly. "Redecorating... wires?"

You were very amused at how flustered he seemed to be in this situation. But then the tables turned as Tech rolled with it.

"Yeah, I didn't like the way they looked in there. Wanted to change things up. You know me."

The smile on our face spread as he talked and you couldn't hold back your laughter any longer. You bent forward, resting your forehead in the crook of his neck while your body convulsed with giggles. Tech laughed along, bringing his arms back around you to hold you in place. When you finally looked up at him and the shit-eating grin he had plastered on his face, you knew you'd finally found your courage.

"Oh, Tech..." you chided, pressing your smiling lips against his own.

[brawltogethernow]

How would you, personally, go about writing a plot where twenty-something Dick Grayson has to take care of suddenly-deaged-to-just-after-his-parents'-deaths Bruce, who doesn't remember anything of his adult life? (I mean, other than Necessary Alfred.)

Well, the part of this concept that can really sock you in the face is. Dick knows exactly what Bruce needed to hear right after Martha and Thomas died.

Bruce, though not lacking for people trying to take care of him, did not get what he needed after becoming an orphan. He grew up, and he made the best of things, and he thought about what he needed from the world and didn’t get, and he became that, and that’s Batman, and that’s Bruce Wayne. When he saw a kid go through trauma very similar to his own, he had an entire playbook written by his own suffering and fixer tendencies ready to go. It wasn’t perfect, but it was the best thing in the world for Dick Grayson short of his family spontaneously coming back from the dead, and things were good for a long time.

And now Dick Grayson, age, I don’t know, maybe the same age Bruce was when they met to intensify the parallels, has this playbook memorized. So.

Brief, miscellaneous scenario that’s about to cause the de-aging, to establish adult Bruce’s voice. He is motivated and capable with a strong sense of deadpan humor, and there is a large mishealed wound at his core. He is aware of this. He is used to working around it. He isn’t even that bitter about it, most of the time. Basically any supporting cast members filling out the scene could be interesting, so lacking an established roster to pull from you can use anybody. I think I'd use heroes who aren’t in the Batfam - characters with their own concepts of Batman but who don’t all know Bruce’s entire life story from a personal or Gothamite perspective. Dick is not present.

So something goes zam or zap or “Go back to your beginning, hero!” —Actually yeah, I like someone using magic to try to turn Batman into a baby but the symbolism catching wrong and rewinding him to when Batman was “born” instead. Some heavy-handedness is good with DC.

Elementary age Bruce Wayne is deeply unsettling. He intuits most of the situation without assistance or effort. He also doesn’t care. You can’t expect a pile of shattered glass to care about some sci-fi nonsense suddenly happening. He is a million years old. He hates you. He should be dead, they shouldn’t be dead, nothing is right. Breathing hurts, or, doesn’t, but should. It’s unconscionable that it doesn’t hurt to breathe. This child's despair is actively uncomfortable to be around. The grit of a nascent Batman grants him immunity to being comforted by the surrounding gaggle of semiprofessional child comforters. —I’m of the opinion that Bruce Wayne was probably a weird child to match the weird adult he grew up into, just initially happy about it, which I’d gun to make clear in his reactions even with the bottomless agony.

You could also snug a very traumatizingly timed identity reveal moment in here if somebody was tagging along who can go, WHY do I recognize this face from old news... WAIT.

Now Dick can show up. To a JL workroom, or the batcave, or maybe the manor, because I would want to demonstrate that Alfred is well versed in this and is sent back to a not great mental place by it. The old coping methods rise easily to hand even after decades, but he feels he never properly figured out how to fix the problems Bruce had in this period instead of just working around them. Eventually Bruce started working around Alfred’s inability to help. —But anywhere you put that sequence seems like it would drag the pacing.

So Dick shows up, and he crouches down with his characteristic gymnast’s fluidity, and he puts his hands on this kid’s shoulders, and he says...something. It’s not going to be okay. How could this ever be okay? The people assuring you it will aren’t trying to lie to you, there just aren’t words for this. But you can stop this from happening to anyone else. Opening with a conscious deployment of Bruce’s own words from a decade and then some ago, because Dick has always understood this element of their dynamic.

Except then he’s touching this real child who is warm under his hands and small. The shoulders under Dick’s hands are bony, which is a brain-meltingly irreconcilable detail with adult Bruce Wayne the meat slab. When Dick says, “My parents were killed when I was your age, too,” it’s a completely unintentional verbatim quote that crawls up out of his throat like a toad in a fairy tale. He hates that; he has a whole snarled up capital-T Thing about unconsciously parroting Bruce. But also it’s not like he’s going to stop comforting the actual child who now has a complicated look in his eyes—like he was drowning and then Dick threw him a life preserver and told him to hang on until they get to land because it’s impossible to reel him back up to the boat.

So then we go to the manor, and finally get to do some domestic nonsense, but hideous. Ugly conversations about coping and grief in your socks in the kitchen—when your parents just died, the sentence “The weather looks bad” is about your dead parents—because Alfred is coping by airing out whatever rooms Bruce used when he was smol he doesn’t now so hard you’ll never know they were shut up, which leaves Dick free to feed the child a fortifying dinner of instant oatmeal. (Mourning and food have a complex relationship, and I don’t feel food you actively enjoy is always a good choice!) This process involves Dick walking on the counter unnecessarily, which entertains Bruce for a quarter second before he’s swamped by guilt at having the audacity to enjoy something.

It’s miserable, but there’s a distinct glimmer of something promising under the murk. There’s this building surety that this could lead to something good. Bruce gave Dick the tools he needed to heal once, and as an adult Dick could repay that to this version of Bruce with interest.

And then Bruce pops back to normal, because that’s not how time works, with all of the ways that his emotional wounds healed wrong and healed open intact. But also with this Escher-like doubled recollection of the most formatively terrible point of his life, a short new version layered over the original that was pointing distinctly in a direction that would have sucked less.

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I Could Not Live Without You

Summary: Bucky almost loses you on a mission

Sorry this is a long one! Lots of fluffiness though :)

You and Thor were sitting in the back of the conference room horsing around with a thumb war. 

“You’re such a cheater” you discreetly yelled at him. 

“You are mad that I am winning little one” he teased you

“Little one?! Should I demonstrate that I am a strong demigod just as you!” you yelled a bit louder

“Thor, (Y/N)! Keep it down!” Steve yelled over to you two. You received dirty looks from the rest of the crew until you finally calmed down only for you and Thor to start messing around again.

“(Y/N) if you don’t listen so help me-” Tony was the one to yell at you this time. You looked up at him to be met by a stern expression from the genius man. Tony and Thor were your best friends so getting a certain look from either one of them would calm you down

“Sorry Tony” you whispered back to him. 

“As we were saying - for this mission it will be Thor, Sam, (Y/N) and Bucky” Tony listed the names causing you to groan at the last one

“Is there a problem?” Tony asked

“Yes, HIM” you replied motioning to Bucky. Since you two met, Bucky was never nice to you, he either ignored you or always had to critic something about you.

“Well, Wanda and Vision are on their honeymoon so I see this as a team bonding exercise since you two can’t seem to get along” Tony peered at you. 

“I get along with everyone else, he seems to have a problem with me” you replied. 

“Come on doll, it’s one mission, if I can tolerate you everyday, I’m sure you can tolerate me for a few” he said winking at you causing you to roll your eyes back.

“Whatever are we done here” you said getting up from your seat to start packing. 

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You were settling yourself inside the quinjet, you and Thor were the demigods so you were practically there as an extra asset for Sam and Bucky. 

“Want some cashews?” Bucky offered you, you rolled your eyes at him again.

“No thanks” you said walking away from him to sit next to Thor.

“You know both and I don’t know much about Midgard however I think he likes you” Thor said winking at you

“Please don’t” you quickly replied to his comment

“Ohhh but I know you DO like him, Stark said so himself” at that you scoffed.

“What! No! Damn you Tony, what did he say?” you asked Thor narrowing your eyes at him.

“I overheard you and Stark speaking about him” he said motioning over to Bucky. You remembered that day perfectly.

“I think you have a thing for him, don’t you (Y/N)?” Tony picked on you

“NO! He’s rude, a know-it-all and gosh that stupid long hair needs to be chopped off” you quickly replied defensively while fixing a nanotech knife you had built with Tony.

You turned around to look at Tony who was raising one of his eyebrows at you with a smirk slapped on his face.

“That doesn’t sound very convincing” he chuckled

“I think Manchurian Candidate has a crush on you too but I could be wrong---actually I am never wrong” he continued.

“What do you mean?” you asked curiously

“Well for starters, its like in elementary school, boy likes girl but wants to seem cool so he picks on the said girl which in this case is you” he said poking you with one of his tools

“You don’t see it but he always looks over at you when you are not looking, asks where you are when you are not around, that sort of stuff” Tony explained.

“I mean maybe you two should give it a shot” he shrugged

“Not in a million years Tony” you said walking out of the lab, only to bump into Bucky himself

“He’s never been nice to me so why should I do the same” you told Thor. 

Thor didn’t say anything, you and him leaned back against the wall to take a quick nap before arriving to your destination.

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“Hey....we’re two minutes out so suit up” Sam said shaking you out of your sleep gently

“Thank you Sam” you said getting up from your seat to grab your equipment

You grabbed two small pistols placing them on each thigh holster, your earpiece from Sam, you placed your sword behind your back and picked up a rifle to head on out.

“Are you sure you can handle that?” Bucky teased you

“I can handle more than that Barnes” you sternly replied

“That she can Bucky, don’t forget she’s a demigod” Sam said, “I do have to ask though, where did you learn to shoot because I’m sure there aren’t guns on your world” he asked 

“Well I train profusely with Nat so I think I’m pretty set in having the best teacher you can get” you explained, Sam nodded walking out the quinjet to lead the way.

“Okay, on my lead, Buck and (Y/N) you go left, Thor and I will head to the right on my signal.....go” Sam led away

“You have my six right?” Bucky asked you

“No shit, you’re part of the team” you replied, the genuine comment surprising Bucky

“Plus I don’t want to deal with Steve’s reaction if you were to be gone forever” you added

Well that was too good to be true Bucky thought to himself. 

You were both deep inside the building where there was Sokovian evidence about new mutants

You were beside Bucky when you heard a loud gunshot, immediately reacting quicker than Bucky due to your demigod senses, you pushed Bucky out of the way causing you both to fall down to the first level, you felt your left arm break. A bullet had hit you on your left rib, without hesitation you shot back to where the bullet had come from, you had great aim killing the suspect instantly.

You felt pain, worse than what a normal gun shot would feel like. When you took out the bullet to saw that it was Sokovian made, this bullet was different you thought to yourself, this wasn’t going to kill you but you knew it could’ve killed a human being. You felt yourself drifting away into a deep slumber, you could hear Bucky yelling for you.

He got up slowly from the nasty fall, made sure the coast was clear, he then knelt down next to you placing you onto his lap.

“No no, (Y/N) WAKE UP! WAKE UP!” he yelled over at you repeatedly.

You looked up at him giving him a soft smile, “Give this.... to... Wanda, she’ll know” you tried your best to speak and then it all went pitch black.

“Bucky! (Y/N)! You guys okay?” Sam yelled over the earpiece

“I’m okay.....(Y/N) has been hit, she’s...down” Bucky said in disbelief, he couldn’t believe the girl he was in love with was dead and he never got the chance to tell you how he felt about you.

He picked you up cautiously, walking back to the quinjet sadly.

Thor was the first one to look at you, he looked over your wound, opening your vest open. “She’s not dead but we need to take her back quickly” he said to Sam and Bucky

Sam nodded heading to the pilot chair to fly you all back home.

Bucky tried not to cry but his tears betrayed him

“She pushed me out of the way” he sniffed

Thor placed his hand on Bucky’s shoulder to calm him down, “She would have done it for anyone, it’s not your fault” he said sitting down next to him

“I never told her how I felt about her” Bucky whispered

Thor smiled at the sound of him saying that, “I knew it” he teased Bucky

“I’m sure everyone did except her, I was an idiot in not showing it in the correct way” he explained

“She’s not dead Bucky” Thor said.

“How do you know?” he asked

“Well for one, I can hear her heartbeat, it’s very faint. And I’d know if I have lost a best friend” Thor explained. 

The rest of the flight back home was quiet.

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“Let me see her!” Tony yelled running over to you.

“She’s not dead Stark but we need to check on her wounds, it’s the one on her left rib and she has a broken left arm” Thor explained

“I called Dr. Cho, she should be here soon” Tony nodded at Thor

Tony looked at you, you looked peacefully asleep, he had felt his heart drop when he heard about you. He couldn’t lose his best friend. He wiped away a tear before pushing you over to the emergency room. Bucky followed quickly behind.

“Barnes you can’t be here” Tony said to him

“I’m not leaving her Stark” he replied firmly. Tony looked over at him, eyeing him up and down, he knew it, he knew Bucky liked you. He would save the teasing for another time though, first he had to save his best friend. 

“She also said to give this to Wanda, that she would know” Bucky said handing over the bullet you had placed in his hands.

Tony looked over at the delicate item, how did something so small take down a demigod like you.

“I’ll call Wanda once (Y/N) is out of the emergency room” Tony confirmed.

After what felt like forever, Dr. Helen Cho finally arrived, she looked over at you, replicating your own cells to heal the wound on your rib, it wouldn’t look the same but it was enough to stabilize you. Once she was done with surgery, they wheeled you to the recovery room.

“She looks like she’s asleep peacefully” Nat sniffed looking at you. 

“Yeah she does, how did it go wrong?” Steve asked

“She took the bullet for Barnes” Nat said, this surprised Steve, he in fact thought that you hated Bucky but he was very appreciative that you would protect his own best friend as if he were yours.

“Don’t look so surprised Steve, she would do this for anyone of us. Besides she has a soft spot for Barnes” Nat smirked

“That I have heard” Steve chuckled. 

“Will you two shut up, I feel bad enough as it it” Bucky interjected

They stood there a little bit longer, Nat and Steve headed out, Nat stopped by Bucky, “You should get cleaned up Barnes, it’ll take a while”

“I’m not leaving until Wanda gets here” he replied, with that Nat left Bucky alone with you. 

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Wanda and Vis had to cut their honeymoon short

“I’m sorry Wanda but (Y/N) told Bucky about the bullet that hit her, Banner and I have been trying to figure it out but-- I wouldn’t ask you to come back if it wasn’t serious...this is my best friend” Tony choked out at the end. 

“Tony....don’t worry, Vis and I understand, we are heading back , I have a clue on what that bullet could be” she replied calming Tony down over the phone.

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Nat and Maria were visiting you again, Maria hadn’t seen you until now. 

“She looks like a sleeping beauty doesn’t she” Nat said, “even with all the debris....maybe we should clean her up, I know she would flip if she saw how dirty she was” Nat laughed at the thought of you

“You’re right, hey Barnes, you have to walk out” Maria ordered him 

“I’m not lea-”

“You have to leave, wait outside for Gods sake, take a shower, she is in good hands and she needs privacy while we clean her up” Nat said

“Fine” Bucky got up from the chair next to you, giving the girls a stinky eye. He quickly went to his room to shower. Although he wouldn’t admit it, the girls were right, he definitely needed a shower. 

Once he was done he went over back to the room they had you in, Nat and Maria were quick to clean you up. Your hair was brushed back, it smelled like subtle lavender, your face was clean and makeup free however your long eyelashes still stood out to him, your clothes were changed. Nat was right, you looked like a sleeping beauty, it hurt his heart though to see you this way. 

Bucky sat down next to you again, Nat handed him a tray with food.

“I know you haven’t ate so here” she said before walking out the door.

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Throughout the next few days, everyone else came in to check on you while they weren’t on missions. Thor and Tony checked on you the most, Bucky never left your side unless it was to shower. He felt a sigh of relief when he saw Wanda come inside the room.

“How is she?” Wanda asked looking over at you

“She’s been the same since” Bucky replied

“You look tired Bucky” she said to him, he replied with a faint smile. 

“So what is it?” Tony asked her as he came inside the room followed by Thor.

“The bullet can kill any one of you except-” Wanda was going to explain

“Except demigods and mutants, they use these to knock them out however it sends you into a deep sleep, not a peaceful one though” Banner interjected, he was now followed by Steve, Nat and Clint who had been on leave with his family

“He’s correct” Wanda smiled at him, “Pietro and I never got hit by one of these thankfully”

“So if it’s not a peaceful sleep, why does she look like it is?” Clint asked, “Sorry, I got here as soon as I could”.

“Well it’s more of a battle within, whatever your worst fears are, your past that haunts you, it’s all alive in your sleep” Wanda said

“Oh god” Tony said, he knew what your past was, a traumatic one, you were reliving it and there was nothing they could do about it

“So how do we bring her back?” Bucky asked

“It’s not a how can we its when will she” Wanda said sadly, “I think I may be able to get into her head though, give her some kind of signal” she added

“Sure, it’s not like you haven’t done it before” Nat teased her

“Can you?” Steve asked, Wanda nodded closing her eyes as she placed her hand on your head gently. 

Wanda saw your worst fears; losing Tony, Thor, losing anyone on the team. She saw your past; your dead family, dead friends, everything. She backed out of your head immediately, trying to suppress a cry.

“Honey, it’s okay” Vision soothed her

“She’s going through hell....I have to bring her back” she said, walking over to you again. 

This time she was able to contact you, “(Y/N) you have to wake up, this isn’t real” she explained to you in your dream. 

“I can’t yet Wanda I have to finish this mission” you replied

“There is no mission, you’re in a dream”

“NO.....Tony is gone and I couldn’t save him” you cried out

“It’s a dream....come back to us” Wanda pleaded

“I will Wanda, when I am done here, I will” you said

Wanda was brought back to reality. 

“She’s not ready yet” she said walking out of the room, “she will wake when she is”.

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It had been over a month since you were out, everyday the team had a routine to check on you, Bucky never left. 

He was observing you, your eyelashes, he was deep into your face that he didn’t realize you had opened your eyes. 

“(Y/N)?!” he yelped

You looked back at him, fluttering your eyes slowly, sensitive to the light. Then you sat up fast looking over to Bucky, your face in panic.

“Where’s Tony?!” you yelled

“He’s with Pepper” Bucky stammered still recovering from you being suddenly awake

“Don’t bullshit me Barnes, is he alive?!” you said

“Yes! Why would I lie about that, I’ll call him” he said quickly getting his phone out to dial Tony

“She’s awake” was all he said before hanging up

He leaned closer to you, squeezing your hand, “Honey” he said to you

You scoffed at the nickname, “Who are you and what have you done to James Buchanan Barnes?” you asked curiously

Bucky laughed, he slipped at the nickname, “I’m sorry (Y/N)”

After five minutes Tony came into the room, you looked up at him, feeling your breathing come back to normal to see that Bucky wasn’t lying to you.

“Tony” you choked out pulling him in for a tight hug. You felt your tears fall down your face, you were happy to be back after the nightmares you were dreaming of. 

“I dreamt you were gone and there was nothing I could do and it was so awful” you sobbed into his shoulder. Tony soothed you, rubbing your back softly.

“There there, look you are snotting all over my shirt so obviously I am not dead” he joked causing you to laugh. Bucky had missed that laugh more than anything.

“It was so horrible” you said looking back to him

“I know, Wanda explained to us” he replied, “I’m glad to have you back” he said pulling you in for a hug this time

“You know I mainly missed you wanting to kill this one all the time” he said motioning over to Bucky, “Thor and I were here a lot but this one never left your side” he said giving you a kiss on your forehead, “I’ll let the team know you’re awake, Morgan has been dying to see you but we chose it was best for her not to see you in this state, calm down, I’m in one piece” he said heading out. 

You were still crying, so many emotions were all over the place. 

“I’m sorry about this” Bucky said

“What? No this isn’t your fault Bucky” you said

Bucky’s breath hitched at you calling him Bucky, you had never called him that.

“I would do it again if I had to” you added, giving him a small smile.

“She’s BACK!” Thor came in yelling with a bouquet of flowers, “I missed you so much, we have so much to catch up on!”

“How long have I been out for?” you asked afraid to know the answer

“Over a month” Thor said

Each Avenger came in to greet you back to reality. Every single one giving you the strongest hug you had ever received from any of them. Somehow they also each seemed to mention that Bucky had always been there beside you, that was odd to you but you thought back to what Tony and Thor had said, it couldn’t be though. 

“Auntie (Y/N)!!!” Morgan yelled throwing herself onto you, Pepper and Tony were quick to scold her

“It’s okay.....I’m okay guys, I missed you baby Stark” you chuckled at her excitement giving her a kiss on her head, “are you ready for our monthly date, rumor is we are backed up on two now” you said, Morgan nodded as her smile grew bigger. 

Bucky loved how you were always extra gentle with Morgan, he loved seeing you with kids, you were like a magnet to them. 

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The nightmares came every other night, even though you were out for a month you didn’t feel rested.

You showed up late to your first meeting, apologizing profusely for doing so, everyone was extremely understanding since the word had spread that you were still recovering. 

You were dazing in and out of the briefing, looking over at Thor to your right who would always give you a smile. After the meeting was finally over you asked him, “Hey so baby Stark and I are going to our usual, want to come?” you asked

“I would love to but Jane and I have plans” he said, “but I can cancel them”

“No no don’t do that....you and Jane are back! That’s amazing Thor” you genuinely said, you knew how in love he had been with her. 

“(Y/N) can I talk to you?” you heard Steve call you 

You nodded at him, “Tell me everything once I’m done” you said to Thor.

“Hey Steve, I’m sorry again about being late I’m-”

“Don’t worry I’m not here to scold you, actually I want to thank you for saving Bucky’s life. That could’ve killed him” he said sadly at the end.

You pulled Steve in for a hug, “I would do it again if I had to Rogers, I would like to think that someone would save my best friend too” you said. 

“I gotta go, baby Stark is waiting for me” you smiled

“Usual hangout for you two?” he asked smiling

“Yep, I’ve been away for too long” you walked away to get ready with Morgan

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You were saying goodbye to Tony and Pepper while you and Morgan headed out the compound. You bumped into Bucky, to be honest you noticed he was around more but you never thanked him for being by your side.

“Where are you ladies off to?” Bucky asked with a smile

“We’re going to the aquawium and ice cweam Mr. Barnes” Morgan answered, “would you wike to come with us?” she asked 

“I’m sure he has other things to do Morgan” you said politely

Bucky looked over at you and Morgan, then back to Tony and Pepper.

“I’m okay with it” Tony said loud enough for you to hear

You laughed at his comment, “Well Mr. Stark said it was okay...really Bucky you don’t have to” you added

“Actually it would be my pleasure” he replied

“YAY! Auntie (Y/N) and I always have fun” Morgan said

Now the three of you walked towards the car garage, you normally took Pepper’s car since Morgan’s car seat was in it. You buckled her in and were about to get into the drivers side when Bucky stopped you.

“I’ll drive” he said

“I can drive Bucky, I’m not hurt” you replied

“(Y/N), you have a cast on your left arm” he asked pointing at it. To be fair you had indeed forgotten about your broken arm.

“Fineeee Barnes here” you playfully threw the keys at him.

He opened the passenger door for you to get inside the car, as he walked over to the driver’s side Morgan spoke.

“I think he wikes you” she giggled

“Morgan not you too” you laughed

Thankfully she didn’t say anything else once Bucky got inside the car. “So uhmm I don’t even know where we are going” he said a little embarrassed,

“Bless you, well first we’re going to the aquarium and then Dairy Queen” you said

“Off we go” Bucky said putting the car in drive heading towards the aquarium.

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The ride to the aquarium was quiet besides Morgan talking away, she was very much like Tony in that sense, Bucky caught onto that. 

“I thought we left Stark back home” he half-heartedly joked

You laughed at that, looking over to him, “We did but we have his mini version back there”

Bucky looked back at you, he looked at you differently, this was the first time either of you had hung out without anyone else on the team being around. Morgan seemed to be enjoying both of your company.

The trip around the aquarium was always fun when it was you and Morgan, having Bucky around only added onto it. He would hold Morgan up to see the fishes closer, you would hold her hand to touch the starfishes, you all walked around like a normal little family.

You were going to take a selfie with Morgan when Bucky offered to take it instead.

“Here stand in front of this glass wall” he advised, Morgan and you complied, you knelt down by her side smiling for the picture.

“I can take a picture for you guys, stand right next to your girls, young man” an older lady said to Bucky. Bucky blushed at the lady, not knowing how to tell her that you guys weren’t together. So he handed her the phone and walked over to you and Morgan, you were trying your best to not laugh.

“You have beautiful women here” she added

“Thank you mam” you replied once she took several pictures of you all.

You took the phone looking at the pictures; you, Morgan and Bucky did in fact look like a cute little family. 

After the aquarium you guys headed off to Dairy Queen, Bucky was going to the local one but you let him know that you and Morgan went to a specific one that overlooked the city.

You all ordered your personal favorite ice creams then walked over to a bench that was on the dock. You sat Morgan between you and Bucky, all three of you quietly overlooking the beautiful skyline sunset. 

“I had fun today, you should come more often Mr. Barnes” Morgan said

“Thank you, I had fun too, call me Bucky” he said to her.

Once you all were done you headed back to the car, Morgan asked you this time if you can sit in the back with her, you agreed to do so, you often did when you were with Tony and Pepper, she called you her car buddy. Somehow you and Morgan dozed off on the way back to the compound. You were awaken gently by Bucky.

“Hey, we’re home” he said softly

You rubbed your eyes, yawning again, smiling at Bucky.

“Sorry I don’t know what happened” you said unbuckling your seatbelt. You got out from the car to carry a sleeping Morgan out to her room. 

“Here I got her, you can lock the car” Bucky said as he placed Morgan into his arms.

You guys walked up to the compound, first to drop off Morgan with Tony and Pepper.

“She’s knocked out, yay” Tony joked as he grabbed his daughter from Bucky. 

“The pictures of you three were so sweet and cute” Pepper said, she pulled you over discreetly, “You two would make a cute couple” causing you to blush.

You all said your goodnights, Bucky walked you over to your own room which was a floor below.

“Thank you for this day, that was a lot of fun” he said to you

“Nahhh its all Morgan, she gets it from Tony” you teased

Bucky stopped you in the middle of the hallway, “Look I’m sorry about always being a dick to you. I thought that by doing so my feelings for you would fade away and they sure didn't’” he laughed nervously, “I can’t thank you enough for saving my life, I will forever be in debt to you. After almost losing you, it scared the fuck out of me” he said trying not to cry, “I realized that I could not live without you so I have to ask, will you forgive me for being a jerk and will you go on a date with me? It’s okay Morgan can come along” he joked causing you to laugh.

“Ehhh I wasn’t too nice to you either, you don’t owe me anything Bucky...like I said I would do it again if I had to. As much as I hate Tony and Thor being right, I like you too Bucky. I want to thank you for being by my side even though I wasn’t there to see it, it helped knowing someone else was there for me too. Yes I will like to go on a date with you” you said smiling back to him.

Bucky knew in that moment that his life would get better with you in it, he couldn’t wait to see what the future held for both of you.

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Speed and Stress: Part 2

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Thank you to @acollectionofficsandshit for betaing, your comments on this one were unhinged gold 

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Recommended Vibes: “Perfect Day” by Tundra Beats

Part 1

Your brother was late. Not that anyone was surprised.

“Got the time mixed up,” he says as you climb into his absurdly tall truck. Living in Texas for three years had turned him into somewhat of a country boy, though not enough that he forgot his upbringing. He was still a blue blooded Los Angeles boy, just with a love for trucks and longhorn cattle.

“At least I wasn’t waiting for an hour this time,” you say and sling your bag to the backseat. Deciding to get right to the good stuff, you clasp  your hands together. “So! I have some news.”

Hunter grins at you. “You finally found a job?”

You roll your eyes and shoot him a pointed look. “No, dipshit. Better than that. I got us paddock passes for the whole weekend.”

“WHAT?” He jerks the wheel, horns honking at you as other drivers swerve. You grab the dash to steady yourself, laughing at his outburst. “Do you know how hard it was for me to get general admission tickets? How the hell did you get paddock passes?”

“May have met someone pretty high up at McLaren in Los Angeles,” you say, examining your nails.

“Like, Zak Brown? You met Zak Brown?” Hunter was such a fan boy, you had to laugh. His love for McLaren ran so deep he practically bled blue and orange. The only reason you watched the sport was because of him shoving it down your throat for years, but damn if you weren't glad for it.

“Daniel Ricciardo.”

Hunter choked on air but managed to stay in his lane this time. “And you waited until now to tell me?”

“I didn’t know it was him when I met him! He was on a motorcycle and I stopped to help film a tiktok and then-”

“Of course you’d stop,” he mutters, shaking his head. “You’re a sucker for bikes.”

“Yeah well, lucky that I am, cause all I had to do was flirt to get us those passes.”

Your intention had never been to take advantage of Daniel. It was more the opposite in fact; you were just living in the moment and capitalizing on the once in a lifetime opportunity to flirt with your celebrity crush. You had to admit, it turned out better than you'd ever thought it would.

“I can’t believe you seduced Daniel freakin’ Ricciardo,” he says, shaking his head. “You astound me.”

“I didn’t seduce him!” You protest.

"Sorry my bad. You charmed him. That sound better?"

You roll your eyes. "Whatever. I damn near had a heart attack when I figured out it was him but he was kind enough to let me brush it off."

"Well, thank god for your two-wheeled obsession because without it, we would be watching the prix from the nosebleeds."

You laugh and shake your head. Hunter tended to have a poor filter when he was excited and tended to spew whatever was on his mind. "Just watch your tongue this weekend, alright? I'd rather embarrass myself than have you do it for me."

Hunter gives a mock salute. "Yes ma'am."

**********

You'd stuffed five different outfits in your bag in preparation for the grand prix weekend. In theory, it shouldn't be hard to decide what to wear. But Friday morning you changed clothes so many times you lost count. No matter what combination you tried you weren't satisfied.

Finally, you give up and settle on a McLaren polo and denim shorts. Simple and comfortable, but form fitting enough to catch Daniel's eye should you run into him.

You knew you shouldn't, but you pull out your phone to text him anyway.

Thanks again for the tickets. Let me know if you've got any free time so I can properly thank you!

You hit send before your brain has the chance to overanalyze the message. You check your phone obsessively the entire drive to the circuit, only half expecting a response. You tuck your phone in your pocket when you get to the gates, determined not to let it get to you. Daniel warned you he would be busy, and you knew that responding to you was likely on the low end of his list of priorities.

Hunter gets you to the circuit a half hour before they let fans in and you have to listen to him ramble about driver stats the entire time. Normally you don't mind; guessing who's most likely to win each Sunday is something of a competition in your household. But today, you couldn't focus enough to put any thought into your prediction, instead just blurting Daniel's name.

"You're only saying that cause he's into you," Hunter says, grinning savagely. "He struggles in Austin and you know it."

"So? He's in a McLaren this year. You saw his pace in Bahrain, and that was with a damaged floor! He'll podium for sure." You cross your arms and return his grin. "Besides, he's motivated."

"Oh, is he?"

"I told him I'd buy the winner of the United States grand prix a drink. Up to him whether it's him or Verstappen."

"Oh my god you have a date with Daniel Ricciardo?"

"Dude, chill out. It's not set in stone. Honestly, he's probably forgotten that I exist."

"Has he texted you?"

You glance down at your phone and are greeted with an empty inbox. "No. Not after the initial time so I could have his number." You shrug and pick an invisible piece of lint from your arm. "But he said he'd be too busy anyway."

"Guess we'll see once we get to will call, huh? If he's forgotten about you."

"Yeah." An odd feeling rolls through you. It feels a bit like nerves mixed with hope, but you stamp down on it. You were here to enjoy yourself. The trip of a lifetime had been handed to you on a golden platter and you were wont to let something as trivial as nervousness ruin it.

Bells chime as you step into the blissfully cool will call office. A blonde woman with a bit too much blush dusted on her cheeks greets you with a smile. 

"What can I do for you?"

"Picking up some tickets that were left for me by a driver?" You try, unsure of the proper procedure. "I don't have a paper or anything."

She waves a hand in the air as if she expected as much. "All I need is your identification. They should be under the name."

"Oh uh, of course." You motion for Hunter to hand over your wallet and show the woman your driver's license.

"Great. Wait here and I'll grab those for you."

You drum your fingers on the desk while waiting for her to return. After what feels like ages she re-emerges empty handed.

"I'm not seeing anything here with your name on it," she says, her plastic smile at odds with her sincerity. "I'm afraid your tickets aren't valid until Sunday."

"Can you double check? Daniel said they'd be here-"

"So sorry. There's no record of anyone dropping tickets off for you."

You blink, holding your tongue in the face of her blunt response. "Okay. I guess ill try and get it sorted out."

Hunter breaks the tension. "Can't you call him?"

"I can't just call him, I'm sure he's busy."

"Either that or we don't get in. Just do it, he gave you his number and specifically told you to let him know if there were any problems, didn't he?"

Yes he had, but that didn't mean you wanted to disturb him. He was probably knees deep in some sort of race weekend press conference or drivers meeting and heaven forbid you interrupt.  But it was either that or you slink home disappointed and empty handed.

"Fine," you grumble, pulling out your phone with deliberate slowness. Hunter crosses his arms and tips his head to the side, a smile playing on his lips.

"Well?"

"It's dialing, you good for nothing busybody-"

"I was wondering how long it would take you to call," Daniel answers, voice radiating sunshine.

You cut right to the chase, not giving yourself a single second to evaluate how your heart skips. "Look, I don't wanna distract you on a race weekend but I'm at will call and they're telling me they can't find any passes left for me."

"Let me guess," he starts, raising his voice to be heard over the pneumatic tools in the background, "You're dealing with Jenny?"

Your eyes fall to the name on the woman's lanyard. She shifts under your gaze like she knew exactly who you were on the phone with. "Yep. Spot on."

"Kinda figured she would be a problem. She's got a huge crush on me and does this every time."

You fight back the strange sensation his offhand comment brings to the surface. "Oh, really?"

"I'll be right there. Give me ten minutes or so."

"Oh you don't have to-"

"Hey, no big deal. I gotta go that way anyway."

"Uh, okay. See you soon?"

"Yup. On my way."

You hang up and stare down at the phone, stunned.

"Well?" Hunter asks.

"I guess he's coming here to sort it out himself."

He blinks rapidly and shakes his head. "Hold on. Are you telling me that I get to meet Daniel? Like right now?"

"Can you relax?" You laugh lightly. "Honestly you're gonna freak him out."

"Uh, yeah sure. No big deal, just meeting one of my favorite drivers in the minus five minutes and I'm completely unprepared. It's fine."

If you roll your eyes any harder they'd pop out of your head. "Relax. He's laid back, but I don't want you to freak out and embarrass us both."

"Excuse me," Jenny breaks in, her distaste clear. "Please move aside if you're not picking up passes."

"Er, yeah. Sorry." You shuffle awkwardly off to the side to wait. Cheesy elevator music plays and Jenny shoots you glares until the door squeaks open and the human incarnation of the sun steps inside. Your breathing stutters when the Australian shoots you a wink and a grin before sauntering up to the counter.

"Why hello there Jen," he says, and she giggles coyly. 

"Hi Daniel." She lays a hand on his forearm, the touch light and flirty. "What can I help you with?"

Daniel leans into her, whispering conspiratorially. Whatever he says has her bold smile faltering, replaced by a mask of professional cheer. Daniel shoots you another wink as the woman retreats to a back room, returning moments later with your supposedly missing passes.

"Thank you," Daniel says sweetly, taking them from her and turning to you. "I think these are yours."

"Thanks." You take the passes and hand one off to your awestruck brother. You nudge him and he comes to his senses in time to shake the hand Daniel sticks out.

"You must be the brother," he says. "I see you're a fan."

Dressed head to toe in McLaren colors, there was no other conclusion for Daniel to draw. For once your brother is the one stunned into silence so you answer for him, "Yeah, only a little. He was crushed when you left Red Bull cause Max is his other favorite driver and now he has to split his loyalties between teams."

Dan's laugh snaps Hunter out of his trance. "I know you're busy but do you think you can sign something for me?"

"Of course. How about this?" Daniel snatches the hat from Hunter's head and produces a sharpie from his pocket, signing the brim with practiced efficiency. 

"He'll be texting the group chat about that as soon as you're gone," you tell Daniel who laughs along with you.

Heat rises to your cheeks as Daniel's assessing gaze sweeps you from head to toe. "McLaren orange looks good on you."

Channeling his easy confidence you flash him a grin. "Not as good as it looks on you."

He smooths the hem of his soft shell jacket, smile turning bashful. "Anyway. I gotta run. See you Sunday after I win!"

Your eyes follow him as he jogs back through the paddock until he's swallowed by the crowd. You sigh, shifting your weight from foot to foot. God, he was gorgeous. And he had such a big heart. It was a shame someone hadn't snatched him up yet, but then again, that meant you still had a shot, even if it was a slim one.

"So where exactly do these get us?" Hunter toys with the lanyard now placed around his neck. "It doesn't say."

"I'm guessing the McLaren lounge," you say and point to the logo on the passes. "Above the garage."

"That's the perfect vantage point for practice."

And it was the perfect view- before getting in the car Daniel walked out into the pit, suited up in his cobalt racesuit and minty helmet and glanced up. You weren't sure if he saw you or not when you waved but he gave a little salute nonetheless.

Hunter was practically glued to the bank of floor to ceiling windows for the entirety of free practice, immersing himself in the experience. You found yourself glancing at the timing tables every lap, silently hoping to see the RIC tag move up. By the end of the second session he had been fourth fastest, a few tenths behind both Mercedes and the Red Bull of Verstappen. 

By the time you make it back to Hunter's house, you're both exhausted from a full day of running up and down the paddock. The pair of you had been determined to soak up every second of it, sneaking into whatever offices you could and stealing bites off the buffets and cups of coffee. 

Saturday’s free practice and qualifying session pass in a blur of color. Daniel drags his McLaren up the ranks to qualify fourth, his best starting position so far this season. He had a decent shot at the podium- Bottas should be easy pickings and if Verstappen and Hamilton made any mistakes, Daniel might even have a shot at the win.

The excitement in the air is palpable as you both flash your badges and head back up the now familiar path to the McLaren lounge. An hour before lights out, the v6 engines rumble to life below. You venture out onto the balcony, watching and waiting for a glimpse of Daniel.

The Aussie does you one better by walking out, race suit on and helmet in hand. He chats animatedly with Michael before stopping and craning his neck upwards. Michael nudges him with his elbow but Dan ignores him, answering your tiny wave with a wink. He mimes taking a drink and you roll your eyes.

Dan throws his head back and laughs, audible over the cacophony below. He gives you one final salute before Michael drags him back into the garage.

Ten minutes later cars begin streaming out on track, Daniel taking the fourth grid place as his mechanics once again swarm him. Tire blankets are secured, keeping them warm and pliable ahead of the formation lap. Thirty seconds before the boys are released, they're peeled back off as everyone scrambles off the pavement. Verstappen leads them away down the 3.4 mile track for the formation lap. Dan does a few small power slides before taking his place on the second row.

One by one, the red lights illuminate and disappear quicker than your blink. Daniel gets away clean while Bottas stumbles out of the gate, leaving himself wide open for Daniel's overtake on his right side. Cheers erupt around you, your brother going so far as to lift you off your feet.

Maybe Dan had a shot at winning after all.

A nail-biting 38 laps pass without a change in the order of the top three. Finally, a mistake in Max's pit stop sees him return to track third, just behind Daniel. The McLaren driver puts up the fight of his life, late braking at every corner and defending his position for all he was worth. Lewis was twenty seconds ahead- he wouldn't be winning but he could defend his second place spot.

Lewis Hamilton, race winner for the seventh time at the Circuit of the Americas!

Daniel Ricciardo crosses the line second, Max Verstappen takes home that last podium step for Red Bull. An astonishing fifty six laps here today in Austin!

The box erupts around you, a roar of cheers making it impossible to hear what else Crofty and Brundle were saying. But it didn't matter as Daniel raises his fist when he swings back into parc ferme, jumping out to be congratulated by his team. It was his first podium for the papaya team and you can tell it means the world to them.

"Looks like you're taking Lewis out for a drink," your brother teases. "Told you he wouldn't win."

"He almost won," you counter. "But hey, I'm not above asking Lewis on a date. Could you imagine? I mean, he would never agree, but still. It would be a hell of a date."

If you crane your neck from the balcony, you can just barely see the podium. Everyone goes quiet for the anthems and erupts again when the champagne is sprayed. The McLaren team chant for a shoey, which Daniel obliges. He sits to unlace his mint green boot and pours champagne into it, drinking from the boot before passing it to Max who joins in on the fun. 

Just as quickly as it began, the celebrations ebb. Daniel is the first to leave the podium which seems odd, given that the PR department surely wants his first big win for the team to be well documented.

Your phone buzzes a second layer. You fish it out of your pocket, a Cheshire grin splitting your face.

"Shouldn't you be busy celebrating?"

"I am," Dan starts, sounding breathless. You can barely hear him over the sound of the crowds chants behind him. "But I want to celebrate with you. I know I didn't win, but how about you let me buy you a drink instead?"

You barely hear anything beyond his first sentence. I want to celebrate with you. Were you dreaming? There was no way this was real.

"Um, I'm sorry, you want to celebrate by going out with me instead of your team?"

"If you'll let me. Hey- just text me okay? I can barely hear you over everyone screaming my name. It may be going to my head."

You laugh, drawing the attention of the vip's nearest you. You give an apologetic smile and move further from the crowd. "I'll text you an address. See you later, second place."

[angelicspaceprince]

NSFW Alphabet Heisenberg Headcanons

For obvious reasons, this contains smut and is for 18+ only readers. Again, I’m posting only my headcanons onto tumblr, both can be found on my AO3

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Very grabby, has a tendency to be a little softer. Loves a good cuddle after sex, definitely praises you constantly. He loves to wash you down with a cloth, wiping away all of the cum, the sweat, the blood, the tears, as he murmurs soft words of praise and encouragement, pressing a small kiss here and there as he does so.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I’m not entirely sure if Heisenberg would like any part of his body - it's just a vessel to him I believe. I think his favourite part of himself would be his discount magneto powers because that gives him the ability to create so many new tools to play with when it comes to having sex with you, some even on the spot.

For you, he loves your hands. He sees them as soft and gentle and he loves the feel of them in his work-worn, rough hands as he pushes you down into the bed, or them cupping his face as you pepper his face with kisses, telling him what a good boy he’s being for you, or when their wrapped around his dick as you jerk him off in a way that has him melting against your back and rolling his hips up into your palm.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He loves cumming inside or on you, there is no way in hell he’d ever wear a condom. It’s a marking thing, he needs to make sure you know that you’re his. He doesn’t have a preference for where he cums, just as long as it’s somewhere on you. If you spit and not swallow, he thinks it’s a waste of his seed and gets huffy about it - he’d much rather see it across your face than down the sink.

He cums a lot and it’s ungodly thick as well.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’s fucked a lycan, been fucked by a lycan, and he fucking loved it. Was tempted to fuck a soldat but that was a little too much for him.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing? )

I’d say pretty experience, if anything, he fucks the girls at the village mostly to spite and in an attempt piss off Miranda. He’d mellowed out about a decade before you met him, but definitely he’s had the time to gain quite a lot of experience.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Lotus, or any position where you’re on top of him. He enjoys grinding up into you and watching you come undone on top of him, but also means it's easier for him to grab at different parts of you - this goes for eating out too, he loves it when you sit on his face and ride him to completion. Loves mating press too, when he’s feeling particularly primal.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

By ‘goofy’ for H, I more think of sadomasochism or teasing you when you cum so hard you can’t see straight. I think he’d crack a few jokes here and there to make you laugh and you’d definitely have fun but for the most part, I think he’s more all about getting you riled up until you’re a trembling, begging mess.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He is a hairy, hairy man who doesn’t give a shit about his grooming - he would have a thick and large amount of pubes that are wiry just like his beard. If you asked, he’d probably tame it down a little, but if you don’t care, it wouldn’t even cross his mind.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Only after leaving the village will he 100% let his guard down to be intimate during sex I think. There would be a lot of praise and stuff whilst you’re at the village, but it doesn’t really become too intimate until after everything has washed over. I fully believe the first time he says ‘I love you’ was in German and whilst you two were having possibly the most intimate round of sex you’d ever had in your life the first night after your escape from the village. After sex is usually where he’s the most intimate - where he will murmur softly against your skin about how good you are to him and how he adores you and can’t believe that you’re in his life.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

I feel like he’d jack off quite frequently before you were around and even then, it probably doesn’t change much once you’re there. If he has no time for sex with you and it’s literally just an urge to deal with so he can concentrate on his work? Then yeah, he’ll pull out his dick and stroke himself off as he continues to work without a care in the world. It’s just to clear his mind so he can focus on the task at hand, to him it's no different than eating or sleeping. Just something he has to do to get by.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

It’d be a lot easier to list the kinks he doesn’t have - shit, vomit and death. Beyond that, anything else is on the tables. His favourites would definitely include pred/prey, bondage, overstim, bloodplay, watersports, knife play, choking, cumplay/breeding kink, cockwarming, exhibitionism/voyeurism and marking/biting. He does have a preference for an active and willing partner, that being said CNC is also something he would enjoy as long as it was clear that both parties wanted it prior to the scene being played out.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Loves fucking at his desk - cockwarming especially. Loves cockwarming during inappropriate times too, like during family meetings. Or fucking you at Lady D’s house, edging you on and reminding you not to make a sound whilst making it impossible for you not to moan or scream his name. Anywhere and everywhere is an option for Heisenberg, but the riskier it is, the more he seems to love it.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Literally, anything and everything. A breeze hitting him the right way will get him horny. You could be walking past in sweatpants and a baggy jumper and he will want you bent over the bench with his dick railing into you. It doesn’t take much, the man ain’t fussy.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Killing someone during sex would be a big turn off. Involving any talk of Miranda or Lady D would also be off limits.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Doesn’t really have a preference. Is a master at getting you off with his mouth and will gladly spend hours dedicated to mapping you out and causing you to cum again and again with his just tongue. By the time he’s finished with you, you won’t be able to walk and you definitely will have a number of bruises and bite marks against your thighs as well as a pretty decent beard burn going on. His favourite thing to do once he’s pulled away is to put his cold hands against your thighs specifically where his beard burn is, just to feel you squirm and attempt to kick him away.

Receiving - he loves throat fucking you, or having you kneel under his workbench, tied up nice and tight, with his dick resting heavy on your tongue as he works, occasionally reaching down to stroke your hair, scratch at your scalp or fucking his hips up into you so you don’t get too cozy down there. Your jaw and throat always aches afterwards and he loves hearing how hoarse he’s made your voice - he will always have a drink waiting for you afterwards, but first he needs to hear how well he’s fucked your voice out.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

It’ll depend on the mood - definitely after leaving the village there is more of an opportunity for Heisenberg to reach a more romantic, slow and sensual pace (although it definitely happened whilst in the village, it was just rare as often Heisenberg used sex as a stress release as well as a way to feel like he’s achieved something or made someone proud), but his more natural pace will always be fast, deep and on the rougher side.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Good way to scratch an itch and was, for a good portion at the beginning of your relationship, the only way you’d have sex as the only reason you were having sex was to scratch an itch or for stress relief. As time went on, things changed and although ‘proper’ sex and longer sessions became the norm (especially because he loved to dedicate the time to map out every inch of your body and see exactly what makes you tick), he still loves a good quickie during the day.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He will try anything once, after all it’s how you figure out if you like something or not! In terms of risks, if it's a risk of getting caught, he is more than happy to take it. If it's a risk to your safety? Not on his life.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

It doesn’t take long for Heisenberg to recover - unless you’re having a quickie, you best be ready for multiple rounds. Even if he can’t get it up, he will plaster his mouth between your thighs until your voice is hoarse and you’re squirming and weakly tugging at his hair in a vain attempt to pull him away. He loves feeling your strength pull away with each orgasm, seeing how weak and tired you become because of him. He’d never go too fair without prior warning, and if you safe-word out he will pull away instantly and be straight into aftercare mode. As for how long he lasts…..it really does depend on the situation, but if you have enough time and are in an environment where he feels safe, who knows how long he’d last. You have sat in his lap, cock buried deep inside of you for the entirety of many a family meeting, having to hide the fact that he was hard and throbbing inside of you. So, you know for a fact, he can last that long under stressful situations.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He’d make his own and have a little collection. He’d definitely think of something whilst working on his metal army, make it and instantly turn to find you to test them out. If it’s something a bit more intense, he’ll test it on himself first before seeking you out.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves to tease you and keep you on edge of your first orgasm, making it out that he’s close to making you scream only to pull back and watch you pout, beg or even scream in frustration. His favourite place to tease you, though, is in a place where you can’t protest or beg, where you need to be silent or keep whatever you’re doing a secret. That’s definitely when the worst of his teasing will come out.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

It will depend on the situation (see wild card for submissive!H), but usually? He wants to drink in the sounds he has you make - he’s all short grunt and growls and soft murmurs of praise against your skin and dark promises that merge seamlessly with general dirty talk with small groans and moans peppered throughout. If he’s had an awful day, however? He’s much louder, much more aggressive. He needs to fuck his emotions out - and this is definately when his pred/prey kink comes into full swing. He will chase you throughout the village, throughout his factory, wherever he can, and is nothing but growls and snarls, every sound coming from his throat animalistic. He also bites a lot more too, claiming you as his, and it’s the only time that his sounds are muffled slightly.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

If you get him worked up enough if you get the chance to dom him (he will sub for a selected few), he will always end up babbling out his begs in German. If you ask nice enough, he may order you around in German or Romanian, but the only time it naturally comes out is when he’s so far gone into subspace, so needy and desperate, that it’s just natural for him to speak his first language. In general, if you get him to sub for you, he will not shut the fuck up - all moans and whimpers and broken groans, small promises to be good for you if you would just touch him already . Bratty sub for sure, definitely into pet play. Will only ever be able to handle a gentle dom for obvious reasons, and has a major, major, major praise kink, both giving and receiving but get this boy into subspace and praise him and just watch him whine and squirm and ask for more. If he’s misbehaving at home and you jokingly say ‘behave pup’, he will get flustered so quickly.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Body wise, he is quite muscular but has a nice layer of fat to soften things out - it actually surprises you how strong he is from brute strength alone because he definitely doesn’t look it at first glance.

Cock wise - he’s more thick than he is long, average length but with a good amount of girth that has you feeling that stretch for hours afterwards.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

I’d say pretty high, but he is also good at distracting himself from it? During his tenure at the village, he’s so focused on escaping that it looks like his sex drive is low to normal. But the moment you get out of the village? Have your own place where it’s safe and no one is there to stop you? All bets are off, he cannot keep his hands off of you. Half of it is catching up for lost time, half of it is just the fact that the man is permanently horny.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

When domming: He doesn’t fall asleep often, but he will doze or rest his eyes for a second and enjoy the afterglow. He won’t leave to go back to work until you’ve fully conked out though, unless something desperately pressing comes up and he has to go. He’d rather spend this small amount of quality time with you and making sure you’re okay before leaving you alone and even when he does leave when you’re asleep, he has his eyes on his monitor with a live feed of you sleeping, just in case something goes wrong and you need him.

After subbing: He usually passes out pretty quickly. Subbing takes a lot more energy out of him than domming does, so once he’s cleaned up and has received his dose of praise and love, he usually falls asleep with his head in your lap, on your tummy or on your chest. He can’t wake up alone after a sub scene, even the very idea of it freaks him out, so you better make sure you have something to do as he naps because once he’s out, he’s asleep for hours.

[amethyst-dreams-and-candy-canes]

Pain

AN: My humble submission for @cockslut-padalecki A Decade Under the Influence writing challenge. Here’s to another decade enjoying our hobbies 💜🖤. My song was Pain by Three Days Grace. I interpreted the song as a toxic relationship and honestly the first person who came to mind was Ranson Drysdale 🤷🏿‍♀️. The lyrics will be italicized. 

Warnings: toxic relationship, domestic abuse (emotional and physical w/ injuries), infidelity, non-con/dub-con (tagging both just in case), destruction of property, somnophilia, I’m not joking yall, heed the warnings this is TOXIC

Word Count: 1,569

I do not own the rights to the song nor the lyrics of the song

Pain without love

Pain, I can't get enough

Pain, I like it rough

'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all

Sitting on the side of the bed, you survey the damage. A hole in the wall. Shattered lamp near the nightstand. A bloody hand print on the pillow to your right. It draws your attention as you try to figure out whose blood it is. Doesn't matter, you're both bleeding. A cough to your left in the corner of the room makes you wince; he'll never admit it but this fight took a lot out of him. His breathing is labored and you wonder if you may have broken a rib. Good. 

You sigh as you rack your memory to figure out how you got here. They say no relationship is perfect but yours was pretty close. In the beginning, Ransom Drysdale was a perfect gentleman; always held the door open for you, brought you flowers and even watched that TV show with you that you knew he didn’t particularly care for. The first year was a dream. But then things started to go downhill. Fights with his family would result to him coming to your apartment and taking his frustrations out on you. You allowed it then; thinking you’d be a good outlet for him. But soon his ranting and raving turned into him degrading you. When his grandfather passed, the flood gates opened and your head was on a spindle, waiting for his next mood swing. Still you stayed even if you knew it was no longer a healthy relationship. Naively you continued to stand by his side telling yourself that at least he was physical with you and that had to mean he cared for you even if he could’t expression himself in a loving manner.

Then came the cheating. Openly flaunting his conquests in your mutual circles. At first you didn't want to believe it. You trusted him and he reciprocated your trust or so you assumed. But the pitied stares and crude whispers at your expense began to chip away at you. You'd confront him and at first, he denied it. You were the only one for him he had proclaimed and like a love sick puppy, you were his again. But when videos and photos were sent to your phone, hard evidence of his betrayal, he didn't even bother to come up with a good lie. He knew you loved him and used that to his advantage. But there was only so much you could take. So much you would take.

This life is filled with hurt

When happiness doesn't work

Trust me, and take my hand

When the lights go out, you'll understand

Another cough and a groan. He was attempting to stand up. Curses left his lips as he stands on wobbly legs, no doubt as dizzy as you are. You stare straight ahead, hoping that he wouldn’t want to continue the fight and leave you alone. He mutters to himself before he spits, blood and saliva landing on the tile next to your foot. You see his foot for a split second before he moves away from you and to the bathroom door. 

“Fucking bitch.” he quite literally spits. You want to retort, a scathing insult on your tongue but the throbbing in your head is too distracting to care. The door slams and you close your eyes, the exhaustion settling in your bones. And soul. 

"So, what? It's over? Give me a break." He laughed incredulously at you. The smirk that you had once found so handsome now was the bane of your existence. "Like you can find someone better, sweetheart."

"I can and I will!" You rant, pacing back and forth. He's perched on your counter-top, legs swing as he regards you with a humorous expression that only pisses you off more. 

"Yeah sure. Good luck with that."

You're sick of feeling numb

You're not the only one

I'll take you by the hand

And I'll show you a world that you can understand

The running water brings you back to the present and your heart breaks at the memory. He was right. No matter how many dates you went on, how many you invited into your bed. No one could compare. As much as you hated him, you loved him. Love him. 

You weren't expecting to see him sitting on your bed after your date. It was lackluster at best and you honestly just wanted to lay down and forget the whole ordeal. You sat your purse on the dresser and crossed your arms waiting for his tirade but when the silence stretched longer than you were comfortable with, you moved to go to the bathroom. He was on you in seconds, left hand secured firmly around your throat. "Really? You replaced me with that tool?" 

Anger and agony are better than misery

Trust me, I've got a plan

When the lights go up, you'll understand

You couldn't ignore the thrill that went through you at his anger. Serves him right. Too many nights you sat up and cried over his infidelity, his cruelty. About time he felt even an iota of the pain he put you through. Your eyes meet his as you stared him down. You knew he wanted an answer and your defiance would be the response. 

"You're such a cunt, you know that? Pathetic. I fucking hate you." You strike him before you know it. The slap resounded around the room. His hand leaves your throat as he grabs his face, eyes wide in shock. You didn't mean to hit him but your body moved faster than your brain, his audacity triggering your fight or flight. He lunged at you quicker than you thought he could and gave you a hard smack in return. His hand found your throat again and he shoved you against the wall, the back of your head smacking it loudly. 

"So you wanna be tough now, huh? Finally fight back?" He snarled too close to your face. You tried to shove him off but he was stronger and leaned his body in towards you. Your vision began to wane, either from the lack of oxygen or the hit against the wall you weren't sure. He was speaking, that much you were certain of but his words were lost in your determination to breathe. Grabbing at his wrist, you dropped your body weight and pulled him down with you. You both hit the floor and as soon as he released you, you crawled away from him and hit the nightstand causing the lamp to rock on the floor. He was on his feet quicker than you had expected and you grabbed the lamp and swung, the metal connecting to his side. 

"I hate you too, asshole." 

I know, I know, I know, I know, I know

That you're wounded

(You know, you know, you know, you know)

That I'm here to save you

(You know, you know, you know, you know)

I'm always here for you

(I know, I know, I know, I know)

That you'll thank me later

Hot air suffocated you and a heaviness settled over you so forcefully that you found it hard to draw a breath. The throbbing in your head had dulled but was present and you groaned. You tried to move away from the weight but you were pinned, unable to wiggle away. Consciousness ebbed and flowed but a sharp jolt on your lower body forced you towards awareness. A soft moan above you made you frown as another sharp thrust to your groin made you open your eyes. It was dark but you could see Ransom, lips parted and face contorted in pain or pleasure, you weren't sure. His face hovered close to yours and for a moment, a wave of panic washed over you at the thought he might kill you. Another thrust made you gasp and your fuzzy brain fought to catch up. 

"Don't fight it." He whispered almost uncharacteristically gentle as his hips rolled into yours. Gritting your teeth, you attempt to move away from him but he has your arms pinned to your sides. His lips find yours and the stunning pain of the cut makes you whimper. Another thrust and your legs part on their own accord and you writhe under him, the feeling of him inside of you a cruel comfort. He takes it as your submission and speeds up as he trails kisses from your jaw to your neck where he buries his face. Your head swims as you once again try to figure out just how you got here. He moans your name and bites into your neck, the small spark triggering your orgasm unexpectedly. His pace falters at the feel of you clenching around him and it isn’t long before he comes with a broken hiss of your name. 

“I love you.” his soft admission barely heard over his labored breathing. Tears sting your eyes as he nuzzles against you and wraps his arms across your torso. You don’t know who you hate more, him or yourself. As the tears fall into your hairline and his breathing evens out, you realize that the answer is yourself because you know the truth and can do nothing about it. 

“I love you too.”

Rather feel pain than nothing at all

Rather feel pain...

I’m not tagging a lot of people because I don’t want to offend: @avintagekiss24 @sapphirescrolls @cockslut-padalecki 

[seraphicsage]

The Third Musketeer

Chapter 2

Last night was a disaster. Scott nearly wolfed-out in front of not just Allison but a whole party of teenagers. Then Derek, who might be both the killer and the one who bit Scott, took her home. Luckily Stiles found her safely at home. Scott was extremely freaked out when I saw him this morning, he didn’t reply to anything I said to him and just ran out of the door.

That morning I decided to meet Allison properly. So, when the boys were getting ready for lacrosse practise I find her at her locker. “Hey Allison, right? You probably don’t know me but I’m Scott’s sister, y/n.” I say with a smile. “Oh hi it’s great to meet you. Hey um, is Scott alright he left the party early and seemed really freaked out.” “Yeah there’s some stuff going on at home at the moment and I think he was stressed and felt sick or something. He didn’t really feel up to talking to me about it and I doubt he’ll feel ready to talk to you about it ‘cause you haven’t known each other long. It’s nothing personal it’s just ya know, close to home.” “Oh ok, that makes sense I guess. Is he going to be ok? I shouldn’t worry about it right?” “Oh no of course not! He’ll sort himself out soon I promise. I was hoping we could be friends? I know you and Scott are getting quite close and you seem really nice, so it could be good to get to know each other.” “Yeah! Yeah I’d love to!” “Great, I was planning on heading to the canteen, you wanna come?” “Yeah um I’m just waiting for Lydia, is it alright for it to be the three of us?” “Sure! I definitely need some girlfriends. There’s only so much I can talk about with Stiles and Scott.” We both laugh and start talking for ages. Truthfully I wasn’t ecstatic about hanging out with Lydia but Stiles likes her and if she’s a friend of Allison’s then she’s probably going to be around a lot so we may as well start getting to know each other. 

Pretty soon Lydia strides up to us. “You’re y/n aren’t you?” She asks when she comes up to us. “Yep. Scott’s sister, we’re in the same science classes.” “Hmm.” She looks me up and down. “You like shopping?” “Not really had a chance to go shopping properly, not really had any girlfriends to go with.” “I like you, you’re in. And we’re going shopping as soon as possible.” “Oh that’s really sweet but my family’s a little tight on money at the moment so I can’t really afford to-“ “It’s my treat honey.” She smiles. “No! I can’t ask you to buy stuff for me.” “You’re not asking, I’m telling. It’s what I do for my friends. I won’t here any complaints, I’m taking you both out shopping soon.” Ok, starting to like her better already. 

That night Scott comes home miserable. Mum’s on a night shift again so when she goes I join Scott in his room. I’m about to ask him how practise went, when Stiles calls him. When Scott accepts the call we are presented with the imagine of Stiles blasting a toy gun at the screen with a grin on his face. “Hey Stiles.” I say, leaning over Scott in the chair. “Hey y/n.” “What’d you find out?” Scott asks Stiles and as always, I don’t know what they’re on about. “Well it’s bad Jackson’s got a separated shoulder.” “Wait what?!” I turn to Scott. “What happened?!” “Jackson’s a tool.” Stiles says. “Not an answer.” “I wolfed out again and slammed into him pretty hard, and yeah.” “Oh my God.” I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Is he gonna play?” “Well they don’t know yet. Now they’re just counting on you for Saturday.” 

Scott and I both sigh and try to think for a moment. I watch as Stiles leans into the screen. “What?” I ask him. He looks up at us and then starts typing. “It looks like what?” Scott asks. The screen freezes for a moment and I feel myself become tense. ‘Someone’s behind you’ Scott zooms in on our background to see what it Stiles is talking about. 

I watch as the figure walks forward and grabs Scott off his chair slamming him into the wall. Apparently this is a werewolf thing. “I saw you on the field.” I hear him growl. “What are you talking about?” Scott pants out. “You shifted in front of them! If they find out what you are, they find out about me, about all of us. And then it’s not just the hunters after us, it’s everyone.” “Derek, he’s new to this! He doesn’t know how to control it.” “They didn’t see anything I swear.” “And they won’t. Because if you even try to play in that game on Saturday, I’m gonna kill you myself. “Derek!” I yell. And watch him push back and jump out the window, making eye contact with me quickly before leaving. 

I run up to Scott and check him over. “Are you ok?” I ask as he pants out. “Do you- do you know him?” I ignore his question and continue checking him over. “Ok you look fine. Jesus. You can’t play on Saturday it’s too risky.” “Do. You. Know. Him?” Scott breathes out sounding angry. I sigh and look down. “Y/n, answer me.” “Yes! Ok? I knew him before he moved away. I was friends with one of his sisters, they were in my grade when we were little and I’d go over to their house and sometimes he’d play with us.” “So what? You knew about werewolves? About all of this?” I run my hands over my face. “No! Of course not! Look, clearly you’re getting angry so I’m going to my room. We’ll talk in the morning.

That night I cry thinking about the friend I had lost in the fire. Scott had been told, but not much more than that one of my friends had died, it was hell for me for a while, even if I was quite young. 

The next day Allison and Lydia tell me that we’re all going to go out after the big game tomorrow. I don’t have the heart to tell them Scott’s not playing so I just agree. “Yeah that sounds fun!” “Yeah I can’t wait. A triple date!” Lydia squeals. “Wait what? A triple date?” “Yeah. Me and Scott, Lydia and Jackson, and you and Stiles. What’s wrong with that?” They both look at me confused. “No no no. Me and Stiles? Not a thing.” “What?!” They both blurt out. “What do you mean ‘not a thing’?” Lydia asks. “I mean, me and Stiles aren’t dating.” “Wow ok. He’s more of a coward than I thought.” Lydia scoffs and I give her a playful glare. “Nope. He’s just not interested. And neither am I. We’re just friends.” Allison and Lydia look at each other smirking. “What? I’m serious! We’re not.” 

Just then I feel an arm wrap around my shoulder. “Hey ladies what we talking about?” I press my head into my notebooks as I see both girls smirk at me and raise their eyebrows. “Well, we were talking about what we’re gonna do after the big game tomorrow. We’re all gonna hang out. Me and Jackson, Allison and Scott…” she pauses for a moment, “you and y/n.” She emphasises. “Nice, er- sounds good.” “Yeah, it will be. 3 girls.. 3 guys… Sounds pretty good to me.” Lydia says suggestively. “Right…” Stiles says making eye contact with me and looking confused. “Yep ok we’re leaving now.” I say to both the girls, glaring at Lydia. “Thanks for making that weird, really.” She smiles and waves as I walk away with Stiles keeping up with me with his arm still around my shoulder. 

“What do you think she meant by that?” He asks, seemingly genuinely confused. “Don’t worry about it, trust me you don’t want to know.” I sigh. 

At break I’m hanging out with Lydia and Allison again. Well, I was chatting with Allison when Lydia came over dragging someone I didn’t know with her. “This is Allison.” Lydia says indicating to her. “She’s the new girl. Just moved here.” Allison says hi and talks for a small moment and I see Lydia make eye contact with Scott who starts walking over. Then, Allison says goodbye and Lydia and whoever that was walks away. 

Scott comes over to us, looking annoyed. “So, Lydia’s introducing you to everyone?” Scott asks. “She’s being so unbelievably nice to me.” “I wonder why.” “I wish she’d introduce me to everyone, he was cute.” I say watching him leave. Allison giggles. “Maybe Lydia doesn’t think you need introducing to anyone new.” She hints at me, winking. “And maybe she’s wrong. As I’ve already explained to you, not a thing.” I emphasise. “What are you guys talking about?” He asks. “Nothing for you to worry about Scotty. Trust me you’d regret asking.

“Where’d you get that?” Scott asks, his eyes glancing between the jacket Allison’s holding and Allison herself. “My jacket?” Allison replies, “It was in my locker. I think Lydia brought it back from the party. She has my combination-“ “Did she say she brought it back or did someone give her the jacket?” Scott interrupts, and I roll my eyes and his rudeness towards her. “Like who?” “Like Derek.” “You’re friend?” “He’s not my friend. Actually he’s more Y/n’s friend.” He side-eyes me and I look to the floor. “How much did you talk to him when he drove you home?” “Not much at all.” She glances between us a little confused. “What did you say?” “I got to get to class.” She points behind us then looks at me. “You coming?” “Yeah.” I reply and we turn to leave. “Allison-“ “Scott. We have to go.” I say sternly as we walk off, trying to help Allison get out of that situation. 

“Thanks.” Allison says and stops walking as we turn a corner. “Now what was that about?” She asks. “I’m really sorry! Scott’s really stressed right now and when he’s stressed he just starts getting-“ “Not about me. I meant about you being friends with Derek. Is that why you and Stiles aren’t a thing? You’re with Derek?” “God no! I used to be friends with Derek’s little sister so I know him and Scott only found this out last night and they don’t really get along so he’s mad about that.” “So, you’re not interested in Derek?” Allison smirks. “No! Not my type.” I chuckle. “But Stiles is?” “Yeah. Wait! No! I did not mean that! At all! No no no.” Allison starts laughing as I fumble to save myself from the humiliation. 

Luckily Lydia walked over in time. “What are you giggling about?” She asks which a small smile on her face. “You’ll never guess-“ I quickly cover Allison’s mouth with my hand to shut her up. “Nothing Lydia!” I say giving her my best toothy-grin. “Sure…” She says, and I let go of Allison. “Anyway are you both free tonight?” Allison nods and I say, “Well I need to study.” “Nope. You study plenty and you’re a genius so you don’t. We’re going shopping tonight!” She squeals, “My treat so don’t even try to get out of it. “Thank you!” Allison yelps and wraps Lydia in a hug. “Are you sure Lydia?” She levels me with a look. “Yes I’m sure! Stop worrying and have fun without a bunch of boys for once.” I think for a moment then smile. “Thank you!!” I squeal and give Lydia a tight hug. 

Later on that day Lydia calls us to say she has to cancel because Jackson is dragging her to the hospital and wants to spend the night- much to Lydia’s frustration. 

The boys don’t tell about their little adventure to find the body until the next morning where Stiles drags me out to see Derek get arrested. “Why didn’t you tell me?!” I yell at him when we start making our way over to his house. “Didn’t think you’d want to come, you know considering the whole you being friends with him thing.” “I was friends with his little sister. You know before the fire that killed her and most of her family. Besides even of we were friends, why would you think I want to see him getting arrested.” “Because you don’t like to be left out of things.” “And yet you both seem to anyway.” I mumble. 

When we get to his house we walk over to the police car. We see Scott who shakes his head at us but Stiles carries on and I follow. Stiles climbs into the car and faces Derek. “Okay, just sow you know, I’m not afraid of you.” I see Derek continue to stare at Stiles with that cold look on his face that he seems to always have. “Okay maybe I am.” I snigger a little and Stiles throws me a look. “Doesn’t matter. I just wanna know something. The girl you killed, she was a werewolf. She was a different kind wasn’t she? I mean, she can turn herself into an actual wolf, and I know Scott can’t do that. Is that why you killed her?” Ok, maybe I am curious about this conversation. “Why are so worried about me, when it’s your friend that’s the problem? When he shifts on the field what do you think they’re gonna do? Huh? Just keep cheering him on? I can’t stop him from playing but you can. And trust me,” he leans in, “you want to.” 

Suddenly I realise the sheriff is coming towards us and he opens the door, tugging Stiles out before I have a chance to warn him. He drags him out and I follow along, I can feel Derek staring at me. “There. Stand. What do you think you’re doing?” Noah questions. “I’m just trying to help.” Stiles replies shoving his hands into his pockets. “Okay well how about you help me understand exactly how you came across this?” Stiles sighs. “We were looking for Scott’s inhaler.” “Which he dropped when?” “The other night.” “The other night when you were out here looking for the first half of the body?” “Yes!” “The night you told me you were alone and Scott and Y/n were at home?” I face-palm at Stiles’s stupidity. “Yes! No.” His face drops. “Oh, crap.” “So you lied to me.” “That depends on how you define lying.” “Well I define it as not telling the truth, how do you define it?” “Reclining your body in a horizontal position?” “Get the hell out of here.” Noah waves us off. “Absolutely.” Stiles grabs my wrist and walks towards Scott, and I can’t help but to glance at Derek, only to see him already staring right back at me. I turn away and get into Stiles’s jeep.

Scott starts searching for anything on wolfsbane being used to bury werewolves. “I can’t find anything!” He exclaims frustrated. “Just keep looking.” Stiles glances over to him. “Maybe it’s like a ritual or something. Like maybe the bury you as a wolf. Or maybe it’s like a special skill, like something you have to learn.” Both fairly good ideas. “I’ll put it on my to-do list.” Scott mumbles. “Right after figuring out how the hell I’m playing this game tonight.” “You’re still playing?!” I ask annoyed.  “Maybe it’s different for girl werewolves.” Stiles says, neither of them acknowledging what I’ve said as per usual.  “Okay, stop it.” Scott starts hunching over slightly and his voice is hoarse. I lean forwards from the back trying to look at him properly. “Stop what?” Stiles asks.  “Stop saying ‘werewolves’! Stop enjoying this so much!” He looks like he might have a panic attack. “Are you okay Scott?” I ask, placing my hand on his shoulder.  “No!” He shoves my hand away. “No I’m not! I’m so far from being okay!” I really think something’s seriously wrong with him right now. “You know, your gonna have to accept this, Scott.” “Stiles.” I say a little quieter than intended, trying to get his attention.  “I can’t.”  “Stiles pull over.” I say.  “What?” He glances at me. “I can’t breathe!” Scott growls and presses his hand to the roof of the jeep.  “Woah woah!” Stiles says “What’s happening?!”Scott pulls open the bag in between them and pulls out part of a rope with a flower attached to it. “You kept it?!” He growls at Stiles. What even is that? “What was I supposed to do with it?!” He replies. Whatever it is, it can’t be good with the way Scott is.  “Stop the car!” Scott yells and flashes his bright yellow eyes at Stiles, causing him to freak out and press the brake immediately.

Stiles jumps out of the car with the bag in hand and throws it into the wood away from Scott. Despite this, Scott runs off and ignores my shouts towards him. “Okay we’re good.” I hear Stiles say and I turn towards him. “Scott?” He asks looking at the closing car door.  “He left Stiles.” I mumble.  “We need to get you home.” He says and climbs into the car.  “What?! No I’m helping you find him!” I exclaim and climb into the passenger seat facing him. He runs his hands over his head and sighs. “This is serious y/n. You could get hurt.” “So could you Stiles! I’m not letting you deal with this alone.” I strap in and cross my arms, raising an eyebrow at him, daring him to try and stop me. He looks at me with an unreadable emotion and then faces the wheel.  “Fine. But if there’s even the slightest chance of you getting hurt, you run the other way as fast as you can.” I smile satisfied. “Deal.” I say, even if it’s a lie. I wasn’t exactly going to let Stiles deal with this alone. 

He contacts the police station asking if they’ve had any odd calls but they (understandably) hang up on him. And unfortunately we find nothing before the game.

But when the team come out to play I see Stiles walking with Scott and let you a huge sigh of relief. Until I see Lydia approach Scott and grab him by the shirt, saying something to him. The whistle blows and the team gets into position, I see Stiles briefly talk to his father and he seems quite nervous, once again biting at his nails. 

The game starts and immediately there’s tension on the field, Jackson even pushes Scott over to get the ball before scoring a goal. Me and mum reluctantly stand up to clap despite this. I tell mum that I’m going to stand with Lydia and Allison and I walk over just as the pull out a sign saying ‘we luv Jackson’. I groan because this is the last thing that Scott needs right now. 

I say hi to them and they say hi back. “So, you think your mans gonna be able to play tonight?” Lydia asks suggestively and winks at me.  “Not my man Lydia.” I reply. “Oh hush, of course he is. Just because it’s not official yet doesn’t make it not true.” “Actually that’s exactly what it makes it. Besides he likes someone else.” “No he doesn’t.” Allison joins in.  “And how would you guys know? You barely know him.”  “Because we’re not blind.” I roll my eyes and face the game again. 

Oh crap. 

“Which one is Scott again?” Allison's father asks. “Number 11.” I answer. “Also known as the one who hasn’t caught a ball the entire game.” Lydia says and I roll my eyes. “I hope he’s okay.” Allison mutters.  “I hope we’re okay.” Lydia says, causing us all to see the scoreboard, we’re losing. “We need to win this.” Lydia stands up, bringing her sign with her.  “Allison?” She indicates for her to hold the sign up. “Little help here?” Allison glances at me and I shake my head looking down at the pitch. Allison stand up to help Lydia. I didn’t even notice it was a new sign. Allison looks unhappy to be a part of this but I don’t think Scott sees it that way. 

The ball is flung into the air and watch Scott jump into the air and catch the ball. Scott scores a goal and I stand up and cheer as loud as possible, I choose to ignore the fact that Lydia seems unhappy about this and stays sat down. The ball whistle is blown again and the opposing team catches it much to my disappointment, however, the team member faces Scott and seems to deliberately pass him the ball. That can’t be good. But once again, Scott runs and scores a goal, destroying the goalies net at the same time. I cheer again with Allison, grinning at each other.

This time the entire other team seems afraid to go near him. “You can do it Scott.” I hear Allison say, and I see 2 team members start charging it him before he scores another goal winning the game!! The whole crowd cheers and starts running onto the pitch to congratulate the team. I run straight to Stiles and jump onto him giving him a hug, he holds on and keeps me upright. “He did it!” Stiles yells out. I grin at him and he grins back, we make eye contact for a moment before we realise and glance away from eachother. I hope the he can’t see me blushing. I have my legs wrapped around his waist with my arms around his neck as he holds me up. 

I don’t want him to let go.

I glance at Stiles again to see a small smile on his face and I feel his thumbs stroking my back. I smile as well and place my forehead on his shoulder. He sits down on the bench and we both seem to decide to keep holding onto eachother in this moment. I smile and turn my head into the crook of his neck, trying not to smile too widely as he rests his head against mine.

We stay there for a little bit and the initial excitement wears down a little. We hear Stiles’s father on the phone and I lean my head back to look at him to hear better. “Dad? What’s wrong?” Stiles asks and his dad holds his finger up, indicating for us to wait a moment. He walks over to us sighing. “So, the medical examiners report came back. Turns out that girl was killed by an animal. So Derek’s been let out.” I hold my breath, looking at Stiles waiting to see his reaction. He nods at his dad and his dad says that he needs to get to the station so he waves us goodbye.

I look at Stiles again and place one of my hands on his head, feeling the small hairs. “We need to find Scott.” I say and he nods. I climb off of him and hold my hand out for him to take before we walk to the locker room. We hear noised and walk towards the showers only to see him and Allison kissing. I smile and can’t help but to keep watching them. Ultra-aware of our fingers still intertwined with eachother. It doesn’t take long for them to stop and Allison to say goodbye, she spots us and says hi, and I notice her quickly glance at our joined hands, winking at me before she leaves. Scott comes over to us and I let go of Stiles’s hand as we approach him. 

“I kissed her.” Scott and Stiles seem to share the same big grin. “I saw.” He replies. “She kissed me.” He smiles seems to grow even wider. “I saw that too. It’s pretty good huh?” Scott sighs. “I-I don’t know how but I controlled it. I pulled it back. Maybe I can do this, maybe it’s not that bad.” I feel guilty about telling him the news, not wanting to spoil his good mood.  “Yeah, we’ll talk later then.” Stiles seems to think the same as he hits Scott on the chest and turn to walk away with me following suit. But Scott grabs onto Stiles and gives him a questioning look.  “What?” He asks. Stiles glances at me and I nod slightly, running my hand through my hair.  “The er, medical examiner looked at the other half of the body we found.” “And?” Scott asks. “Well, keep it simple. Medical examiner determines killer of girl to be animal, not human. Derek’s human, not animal. Derek not killer, Derek let out of jail.” Stiles explains. “Are you kidding?” “No, and here’s the bigger kick in the ass. My dad ID’d the dead girl, both halves. Her name was Laura Hale.” “Hale?!”  “Derek’s sister.” Stiles sighs. 

At this information I get angry and leave the room. I find my mum and drive home with her, not waiting for Scott. I remembered Laura, known that her and Derek had moved away after the fire and knowing that she was dead as well too?! That scared me. But it also left me worried for Derek, everyone else was dead. He was completely alone. And my idiot brother and his best friend got him thrown in jail for it. Once again I cry myself to sleep. Everything wrong in my life making an appearance in my brain to keep me crying for hours on end. 

I don’t know how I’m going to cope with all of this.

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Please Me: Oikawa’s Oasis Pt 2

⚠️THIS FIC IS 18+, MINORS DNI⚠️

Welcome to week 4 of the Please Me Series!  A collaboration with @axoxtxhxh! This weeks theme is Virginity Loss featuring Oikawa and Goshiki!  This weeks fics are broken into 3 parts, check out Part 1 linked in the master list! Please check out Joey’s fic, Guiding Goshiki!  I will link it in the Please Me master list!  

Warnings: swearing, mentions of virginity, drinking, heated dancing, making out, angst

Word Count: 3,600

“Yoo-hoo YN-chan” a voice called for you as you smiled softly, knowing fully well the source of that voice.

“Good Morning Oikawa” you said as you turned to see the cheery-eyed setter running up to you before practice.

“Oh YN-chan, you flatter me so but please, I’ve told you before, call me Torū” he said as he watched you write down notes on your clipboard.

“Hmm oh did you say something Oikawa?” You said laughing a little at the deflated tool on his face.

“YN-chan why must you be so mean to me?” He whined as you chuckled at his complaints.

“Torū I’m only teasing you.  Lighten up” you say as you set your clipboard down, quickly grabbing the teams water bottles to fill up.  

You and Torū had gotten to know each other well the past few weeks. He often stayed late for individual practice, running in to you as you performed your managerial duties.  You often watched him practice or even helped when you could.  He returned the favor by helping you clean up the gym and prepare for the next practice.  It was a nice system and you had become fast friends.

Walking towards the door to the gym, a rogue volleyball came spiraling towards your head. Torū ran quickly to try to stop the ball, hoping his feet would move as fast as his brain.  Before he knew it, he heard a loud  

*SMACK*

He looked up just in time to see you smack the volleyball straight down to the ground, causing it to ricochet off the wall.  

Torū stood in silence as you continued to make your way to the doors to fill up the teams water bottles, acting like nothing happened.  

How did you do that he wonders to himself as he shakes his head returning to practice, making a mental note to question you tonight during your practice.  

Practice ended as you retreated to your office to file your notes and begin cleaning up.  You found yourself looking forward to your new nightly routine with the brow haired setter.  It had been a new and fun addiction to your mundane life.

Walking out of the office, the teams captain stopped you before you headed to the gym to work with Torū.

“Hey YN, you are still coming out with us tomorrow, right?  Should be a lot of fun?” He said smiling at you widely as you just rolled your eyes.

“That’s what you said last time and all I ended up doing was taking care of your drunk ass” you scuff as the captain laughs at you.

“yeah, but I heard Torū is coming” he said smirking at your as your face flushed pink.

“Oh, great so now I have more grown men to babysit” you said excusing yourself as you walked towards the gym.

“Whatever you say, YN-chan” he laughed as you whipped your head towards him, glaring daggers into the man’s skull.

As you approached the gym, you heard the all too familiar sounds of balls ricocheting off the floor.  One thing you admired deeply about Torū was his dedication to the sport of Volleyball.  You knew how much he loved it.  It was his passion.  Something you shared with the tall man.

“YN-chan!” Torū shouted as you set your bags down, heading to the gym floor to meet the setter “I was wondering if you could help me with my sets tonight?”

Confused, you nodded as he took his position by the net.  It’s not like you had never helped a setter before but what Torū had in mind was different.

Tossing the ball up to him, he set it with pinpoint accuracy, the ball falling perfectly in front of the net.

You watched in awe at his perfect form as he looked back at you, as if he was waiting for you to say something.  

“Was that too long?” He said as you turned your head slightly sideways, confused as to what he was asking.  

“It honestly looked perfect” you said, thinking he was just asking for feedback on his sets.

“Then why didn’t you spike?” He said as you figured stiffened “you are a spiker are you not?”

You looked at him shockingly.  How did he know you had been a spiker in high-school and college?

“I-umm, well I was a spiker yes, but that was years ago.  How did you know?” You said to him as he looks at you smiling “wait have you been stalking me?”

Torū laughs as he walks to retrieve the ball from the floor “actually that ball you hit earlier today that was headed towards your face, you have quite an arm YN.”

You blushed as you realized exactly what he was talking about.  You honestly hadn’t thought about hitting the ball earlier, it was just a habit. Volleyball was a dangerous sport for bystanders and you worked hard to remain vigilant of your surroundings.

“Well actually I did play in high-school and college a little” you said as you walk towards him “but that was years ago.  I’m way out of practice.”

“Not from the looks of the spike YN.  You have a lot of power” he gushed as a light blush formed on your face.  It had been years since someone had complimented your skills as a player.  

“So, what do you say YN, let me set for you” he said as you smiled, grabbing the ball and running to the back end of the court.

Taking your place, you tossed the ball to Torū as he sent a perfect set towards your running approach.  You leaped into the air as you felt the ball graze your palm, smacking hard onto the other side of the court.

You smiled as you saw Torū smirk at your successful kill.

“Nice Kill YN!” he said as you went back to the line, grabbing another ball from the basket, sending it up in a nearly identical toss.  

You nailed kill after kill with Torū as you continued to practice into to the night.  Finally, out of breath and balls, you hunched over trying to catch your breath as Torū approached you, handing you a bottle of water.  

“YN-chan, you must have been on hell of a spiker” he says as you drink from your water bottle “those kills were fantastic!”

“Honestly it was your sets Torū!  The skill you have is amazing!  I can see why you are the starting setter” you say as Torū smiles at your compliments.  Compliments weren’t new for Torū.  He had been known as The Great King through his high school career and was praised for his ability to adapt so quickly to various spikers.  However, for some reason, you compliment struck a cord with him, making his heart beat face quickly.  

You and Torū wrapped up practice as you cleaned up the balls, put away the nets and mopped the floors. Torū waited for you by the gym entrance as you locked the doors and headed home.

“Are you going out with the team tomorrow YN-chan?” Torū probed, hoping your response would be yes.

“Probably” you sighed “someone’s got to keep tabs on those idiots.”  

Torū chuckled as he walked you back your place.  He watches you intently as you turned heading to your place.  You waved as he began to walk back to his place.  

He sighed softly, thinking about your time practicing with him.  Suddenly, two arms grabbed around him as he felt a strong hug embrace him from behind.

“Thank you Torū!  I had so much fun practicing tonight” you say as you embraced the tall setter from behind.  Torū smiled as he grabbed your hands in front, holding them tightly.

Letting go, you run back to your home, waving frantically as the Torū looked on with a soft smile.  He was definitely falling for the team manager.

Torū paced back and forth in his room.  Why was he so nervous?  He was never this nervous.  It wasn’t like you were going on a date.  It was just a fun night out with the team. Nothing more.  

He grabbed his phone, dialing the only person he thought might help ease his nerves.

“Oi shittykawa, what is it?  I’m busy studying for an anatomy test!” his best friend, Iwaizumi Hajime says as Torū gasps at his friend’s bluntness.

“Iwa-chan!  Can’t I just call to say I miss you?”  

Iwaizumi glared thought the screen at Oikawa as he tried his hardest not to lose his cool.

“Alight I’m hanging up…”

“No wait Iwa!  I- I need some advice” Toru said as he tried not to show his nervousness.  

“Alight crappykawa out with it, I don’t have all night!” Iwaizumi said as Torū gulped.

“Well- umm I was wondering, you see there is this woman…” Toru said rubbing the back of his head.

Iwaizumi dropped his pencil as he looked to Oikawa in shock.

“The Great Torū Oikawa is asking me for advice of women” he said smugly as he tried to keep from laughing.

“IWA-CHAN PLEASE” Oikawa whined as Iwaizumi laughed at his friend.

“Let me guess, the team manager?” Iwaizumi said as Toru looked at him stunned.

“How did you-“

“Oikawa I looked the team up online and damn, she’s hot. I’m not surprised you are attracted to her” he says as Torū looks at him “just tune on your Oikawa charm like you always do.  It’s always helped you in the past-”

“This one is different Iwa.  Something about her is special. She doesn’t berate me or tease me. She genuinely nice and sweet.  She- she makes me feel something different” he says as Iwaizumi looks at him intently

“Boy this one really has you, doesn’t she?  Damn I never thought I’d see the day.  Just tell her how you feel.  Maybe she feels the same way?”  

“It’s not the simple Iwa-chan!  You know-”

“Jesus shittykawa stop being embarrassed about being a virgin!” Iwaizumi shouts at Torū shushes him loudly.

Knowing Torū like Iwaizumi did was both a privilege and a curse.  He knew how popular Toru was with the girls in high school but he also knew Torū only dedication was to his team and volleyball.  Volleyball was his life and while he had many girlfriends, none of them ever seemed to compare to volleyball.  

“Iwa, do you know how embarrassing it is to be a virgin at 22?” He said as he watched Iwaizumi shake his head  

“Dude you act like you are the only virgin in the entire world?  Just take it slow. Feel out the situation. Talk with her.  It’s not hard��� Iwaizumi said he Oikawa nodded slowly as Iwaizumi shook his head  

“I’ve got to go, good luck Loverkawa” Iwaizumi smirked as he went to hang up the call with Torū.

Toru just smiled as the call ended with his longtime best friend.  Iwa-chan was right!  He would just take it slow.

The club was loud as Torū approached his team members, half of which were already two sheets to the wind.  He laughed as many of them awkwardly danced their way around the club, finding anyone possible to dance with.

He looked up, seeing you standing by the bar, clinking shot glasses with the captain of the team.  He wandered over to you as you gulped down your shot, setting your glass on the counter.

“TORŪ” you shout as you run over and embrace the setter.  Oikawa laughs as he grabs onto your waist as you hug him tightly. He can smell the alcohol on you as you back away, placing your hand on his strong chest!  

“Take a shot with me” you scream as the captain shakes his head, watching you pull a flustered Torū to the bar.

“Hey captain” Torū said as the captain nodded, tipping his drink toward the setter “how long had she been like this?”

“Well, she hit the shots pretty hard.  I must say usually YN doesn’t drink like this” he said as Toru watched you lean over the bar to whisper your drink order to the bartender.

You returned shortly with 2 glasses of tequila, handing out to Torū as you clinked glasses, shooting the shot down your already numb throat.  

Torū was much for drinking. He never really had been. He enjoyed the occasional night out but alcohol usually eased with his performance of the court to much.  

“ANOTHER ONE” you shout as Torū laughs at your retreating form, admiring how good you looked in your outfit.  The outfit accentuated your curves perfectly as you ran away to the bar for yet another round of shots.

“She is going to pay for that tomorrow” the captain laughed as Torū nodded in agreement “Well I’m going to go scope out the action.  You coming?”  

Torū couldn’t take his eyes off your form, not even for a second to hear his captains’ words.

“Never mind” the captain smirked as he walked away, leaving Torū to stare at you uninterrupted.

“Torū here” you shout as you hand him another drink, grabbing onto his arm as you gulped down yet another shot of some mystery liquor.

Taking the shot, Torū could feel the shot start to have a affect on him as he began to feel lightheaded and giddy.

“Dance with me Torū” you say pulling him into the busy crowd to an empty space in the middle of the dance floor.

You weren’t really much of a dancer sober but when you drank, your body flowed effortlessly.  You weren’t sure you looked sexy or that you even had good moves but you didn’t care.  You were enjoying yourself to the fullest.  

Torū laughed as he watched you dance, trying to get himself to match your erratic rhythm.  You backed your ass into him, grinding lightly as he grabbed your hips and swayed to the music.

You could feel his grip tighten as you ground harder into his crotch, feeling yourself heat up from the encounter.  Your body straightened up into him as you wrapped your hands around the back of his head as his buried his face into your neck.

Torū could feel the friction between you growing, his lust starting to form as you ground into his pelvis.  He tried his hardest to remain composed as you continued sway your body. His hands gripping tighter with each passing minute.

Feeling bold, you turn around, grabbing onto Torū’s neck as you flattened your body against his. You could feel the erection forming in his pants and you placed your forehead on his.

You were both drunk and feeling good.  The friction caused by the dancing heating your body up quickly as you ground your pelvis harder into his.  You moaned lightly as his head sunk into your neck, placing light soft kisses on your heated body.

Groaning, Torū pulled you closer as he continued to assault your neck, trying hard to maintain his composure. He was feeling so incredibly hot and turned on from watching you move against him. He could barely contain himself.

He pulled away as you looked at him, his eyes locking with yours as you leaned forward, placing a soft kiss upon his lips.  After testing the waters, you pulled away and looked at a completely blissed out Torū.  Hid eyes stating directly into yours as he pulled you in again, this time hastily capturing your lips in a deep kiss.

You kicked his lower lip, asking for entrance into his mouth as you met his wet muscle, battling him for dominance.  Letting you take the lead, Torū groaned as he gripped your hips tightly, trying hard to maintain the little bit of composure he had left.

Pulling away, you both stare at each other, waiting for some sort of reaction.  Looking at him, you open your mouth to speak when Torū beats you too it.

“Let’s go YN” he says as he pulls you towards the entrance, signaling to the team that you two were leaving.  You grabbed a cab as you continued to kiss and make out until you reached Torū’s place.  

Grabbing your hand, he pulled you swiftly, trying to quickly to unlock his apartment.   He threw the door open as he grabbed you, kissing you deeply as he closed the door, pressing you against it.  

Torū was an amazing kisser. His lips were soft and supple, and his tongue was a work of art, moving softly over yours, massaging it gently as you moaned loudly into his mouth.  

You reached for his shirt as you untucked it, pulling it over his head, revealing his hardened abs and chest.

You kissed his chin and neck, sucking soft marks into his pretty neck.  You pushed him towards the couch as he groans, falling onto the coach in one swift motion.  

Torū was feeling amazing. His body was acting on its own, holding you and grinding into you as he tried his hardest to pull a moan from you.

“ahh YN-” he groaned deeply as you hit the sweet spot just below his ears.  He couldn’t believe this was actually happening.  He was going to finally lose his virginity.

“mmhmmm” you say moaning and sucking on the spot as you tried hard to keep from ripping your clothes off and bouncing wildly on his cock.

“I- I need to tell you something” he said groaning as you continued to work your way to his chiseled collarbone and shoulders.

“What is it Torū” you say in-between marking him with your lips, trying your hardest to pull out more of those delicious moans.

“I- I’ve never gone this far before” he says as you suddenly stop, pulling your body up, looking down at him as he watched you intently.

“Wait what” you said sharply as Torū sat up slightly on his elbows.

“I’m a virgin YN” he said as your eyes widened in shock.  A virgin?  This gorgeous man was a virgin!  How? Why?  Your eyes remained widened as you tried hard to comprehend what was going on.  You had never taken anyone’s virginity nor had you ever thought about it.  It made you feel nervous just thinking about it.

Torū stared at you.  He honestly hadn’t expected you to react like this. He didn’t really think it was a huge deal but maybe it was.  His mind began to cloud with self doubt, a thought foreign to one of the best setters.

“YN, I umm- I really want you to be first” he said as he looked up to you waiting for your reaction.

Unfortunately instead of being met with assurance, he was met with a look of self doubt and confusion.  He wasn’t sure what you were feeling as you remained silent, sitting on top of him.

You had grown fond of Torū the past few months.  You enjoyed your time with him and formed a connection that you didn’t have with any other member of the team.  You knew your feeling for Torū ran deeper than just a manager and a player but in this moment, the feeling of uncertainty came rushing in causing you to rethink everything.

You looked at Torū as he waited for your response.  The look on his face was one of nervousness.  This was a huge thing something that wasn’t to be taken lightly in your opinion.

You thought back to when you lost your own virginity. How you had wished the situation and person would have been different. How you felt like you needed to lose it in order to fit in.  Obviously looking back, you knew that your reasons were flawed.  That you wished you would have just waited.  You didn’t want the sake thing for Torū.

“Torū, I-” you stutter as you look at the gorgeous man below you.  You had feelings for Torū.  You cared for him and respected him more than just a teammate and player.

“YN, I only want you” he says as he pushes your hair behind your ears and you stare down at his state.  He looked so innocent, so sweet.  You couldn’t help but be turned on by how amazing he looked.  Unfortunately, the fact remained that you were nervous. Nervous to ruin his first time and make him live with the memories you had of your first time.

You could feel his erection under your ass as he waited for your response.  He was so painfully hard and you knew it.  But still, the doubts and nerves filled you as you tried hard to drown them out.

“I’m sorry Torū” you said getting off him as he watched in confusion as you grabbed your shoes and bag, heading for the front door.

“YN, wait-”he shouted as he grabbed his shirt, pulling it on quickly as he raced towards the door, trying to stop you.  He grabbed your arm, swinging you around he looked into your eyes, hurt and confused.

“I don’t understand YN-” he said as he watched youtrying to figure out what he had done wrong.  Had the fact that he was a virgin really bothered you that much?  

“I have to leave Torū” you said pulling your arm from his grasp as you ran down the hallway, towards the stairwell, throwing the door open as you quickly ran down the stairs, barefoot to the street below, leaving a deflated and crushed Torū in your wake.

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