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taeskooksbin · 4 months
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BEGUILE ; kth
CHAPTER TWO
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you respect his fucking relationship. yes you do.
i kept telling myself over and over again and searched up his details, according to the media, kim taehyung is over thirty nine years old.
and so fucking handsome.
he had a god-like body, out of the world facial features and perfect fashion sense, he almost seemed perfect. he was a well known lawyer, not only in korea, not only in italy but all around the world, everyone knew him.
he was truly a whole package of brain and beauty, a package that clearly did not belong to me.
i bit my nails anxiously and searched up another thing that was making me interested and nervous.
kim taehyung and ciandra park.
almost immediately swarms of pictures of taehyung and ciandra took over my laptop screen.
his girlfriend, ciandra, was pretty, no wait she was gorgeous. no wonder she was his girlfriend. she was over twenty seven, had a perfect symmetrical face which almost made me insecure as well, almost.
glass like tender skin almost pale like paper, perfect pair of plump lips and the most enchanting eyes ever. she had a lean and slim figure, her thin arms standing out of the most and most importantly her height.
she had no breasts whatsoever but her hips did stand out, long and healthy black hair complimenting the pale skin.
i searched her up and it turns out she was a model. of course. however to top all of the 'insecurity' that was building up in me, she also had her own fashion line, not quite popular but it did well, she was pretty-much known in business with over ninety something followers on instagram.
damn, i'm nothing in front of her, no wonder he chose her.
disappointment filled me to the brim after getting to know he was in a relationship, i mean not like i was planning on getting with him, but i did raise my hopes to at least flirt with him.
nevermind, alex will do for now.
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"once again, how much older is he than you?" aurora asked while looking at her nails that were almost done. "twenty years" i answered back. "oh, well atleast he's handsome right?" she said.
"very much" i answered back while sophia kept doing our nails. "very well then, he isn't married right? you can shoot your shot" she said while sophia looked at us and then back at her work.
"he has a girlfriend" i sighed as i slightly rolled my eyes, "it doesn't matter 'ella, if he cheats on his girlfriend with you, that ain't your fault" she replied back.
"i don't know 'rora, it might be your thing but it's a no for me, truly" i sighed while trying my best to look at the bright side.
but no matter how much i try, he is just a forbidden fruit that i can never have.
"well it's alright but remember, if he flirts, then flirt back"
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it was thursday and i was shirtless scared, although aurora's idea was slowly taking over me. i mean it's not my fault if he flirts with me now is it?
of course i'm not gonna make the first move but if he does it then who am i to stop? right? well, then a little bit of seducing wouldn't hurt anybody.
ugh i'm so stupid to think that he would even glance at me while leaving his model girlfriend. he wouldn't allow a dumb nineteen year old to destroy his perfectly made relationship.
but nevertheless, i got up and took out a green sleeveless dress which revealed the majority of my cleavage and ended till my knees. 'perfect' i thought as i stared at my reflection.
i was halfway through imagining my victory when i heard the main door opening, "he's here 'ella!" i heard mom yell from the kitchen and ran downstairs only to stare at the godly figure in front of me.
"fiorella, pleased to meet you" he smiled to which i smiled back at, politely.
"likewise, mr. kim" i smiled and he shook his head, "please call me taehyung" he smirked and leaned down to leave a peck at my cheeks which had my knees trembling.
i took a sniff at the expensive cologne he was wearing, only if i could wake up to this smell surrounding my whole body. not once did he glance down at my exposed legs or my cleavage which surely left me disappointed.
at least, he's loyal.
"well, where are we gonna start now?" he asked and leaned back, "will dad's office room work?" i said and he nodded. "of course, i just need to focus you anyway" he smiled and we walked to father's office room.
after reaching there, i took a note - not once did he try to stare at my cleavage of my bottoms that i was trying to use to seduce him desperately.
he saw the organised and really neat books and the things that were kept there which i made sure doesn't looks messy, he chuckled "i could not even imagine how much you were disappointed at your grades"
he looked over at where he was staring and smiled, "oh i bet you can't". he picked up one of the books, "i'm getting ptsd just by looking at it" he said while i chuckled.
"can you show me your result again? i need to know the area of improvement" he asks and takes a seat at one of the chairs while i nodded and walked to the table to grab my pad and handed him the results.
we went through the whole exam and re-solved the questions together, two minutes into it and i was feeling damn stupid.
i cursed myself fully knowing that i studied way too hard for this exam and didn't do a single thing correctly.
when we received the results, i heard the degrading chuckles of the teachers and smug faces of the people who deteriorated me into saying that i'd be better off as a housewife. the teachers were really cruel though.
"i'm feeling so damn stupid" i said as i looked at the common mistakes i made which degraded my grades more than before.
"don't be darling, do you know how many times i had to re-do my exams?" he chuckled. "wait really?"
"of course, in college, i was way too immersed in all the bad things that were called the 'cool-kid things' back then, such as drinking, partying and being a playboy, i did everything but study which cost me a huge loss" he let out a laugh.
"but even though i suffered, i'd still say that a little bit of fun wouldn't hurt anybody, instead it will refresh your mind surely" he smiled.
"but despite all the obstacles and distractions, i still managed to get through, and i'm sure you would too" he smiled and kept a hand on my shoulder encouragingly, not once did his eyes slip from my face to the cleavage.
it made me ashamed of my acts, did i come out as too desperate? or should i dress up a hot more revealingly next time?
the grades and his gentleman-like behaviour was making me overwhelmed, i was upset not because i was ashamed of my acts but because i wasn't able to woo him.
stop doing this, he's committed.
"hey, why are you crying?" he looked at me with concern lacing his voice.
"i'm sorry" i muttered, "don't be, princess, i know how hard it is for you, it is for everyone but you would pass it no matter what, i do see a lot of potential in you to do so" he said while patting my head.
"yeah, i can be a baby sometimes" i said when the embarrassment rushed through me, my cheeks blushed since at this point i was totally giving off a vibe of some spoiled daddy's princess who didn't get what she wanted.
it was the grades, in my case.
"don't worry, we'll work this through, alright?" he said and held my cheeks in his hands wiping a tear off of my face. i nodded and refrained myself from pouting when he took his hand back.
girlfriend fiorella, fucking girlfriend.
"i'm giving you some homework for today, you need to prepare for the first portion of your test and i'll return with a test next week to make sure you got everything right, is that okay with you?" i nodded
"we need to change your study method as well so how about i stop by on monday to see how you're doing, how does that sound?" he said with a little smile to which i nodded.
"thank you" i smiled and stood up. "anytime darling" he replied and stood as well, totally towering my small figure which had me ogling for a second.
he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me a bit closer to which i slightly widened my eyes, my delusional mind already making up all the possible (not) scenarios of all the possibilities of him liking me back as i wrapped my own arms around him
and thank you for the sweet words as well" i whispered in his ears sniffing his cologne. i was a bit disappointed when he pulled back since it left me extremely empty and lonely.
"not really a gentleman like behaviour if you see a pretty girl crying and don't help her out, right?" he winked a bit playfully and then broke into a gorgeous boxy smile instantly making me fangirl over him.
shit, i'm going to seduce the fuck outta him.
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mememanufactorum · 7 months
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Things I've said to my friends out of context (August 2023 edition)
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It feels tiny in my hands.
He's not naked, he's just not wearing a shirt.
Wherever I am, I must also shitpost.
So I look over at my TV and all I see is fucking SKELETOR.
You're gonna love his waifus. You don't have a choice.
You want to pay near full new game release price for a board game?
Boomshoot serotonin brain is buzzing pretty good right now.
Nevermind, summer sucks.
Oh shit a quad-barreled shotgun that just deletes whatever I point-blank fire it at.
Oh god the timelines are merging.
They fight one RELATIVELY little eldritch horror and go insane.
Wake your ass up too, you sleep too much.
What if you wanted to go to heaven, but Nine-Ball said: "Target verified. Commencing hostilities."
You like burning to death right?
Your AP does not exist as a measure of health. Your AP is actually a time limit mechanic.
You seen those Waffle House fights videos? Those people are always ready to fuck someone up.
That spaghetti be cooking.
Time to initiate plan: Get The Fuck Out.
Tiny controllers for people with baby hands.
Dear God fucking shoot it.
Nope. Bail. Do not invest. It's already tainted.
Only legends can trick the staff into giving a speech.
Regular reminder that honey badger don't care, honey badger don't give a fuck. Three leopards? Bitch numbers. Honey badger ain't never scared.
It's almost like you work in a dentist's office or something, you tooth fairy.
So, uh, I woke up and I have a lizard for a pet now, I guess.
That is not how you wear a sweater. You are not supposed to cut off most of the sweater.
I'm squeezed in the middle. SMACK DAB IN THE MIDDLE. SQUEEZED IN THE MIDDLE.
Why you gotta be a jerk about it?
All you fucking do is eat cookie and be mean. This is why you're a gremlin.
If you give a [name] a cookie, she's going to ask for a glass of boba. When she's finished, she'll ask for a bed. Then, once she's slept for two lifetimes, she'll want to get up and play gay otome games.
You know what this core makes me think of? Jack Nicholson.
OH GOD I PICKED UP A GIANT FUCKING SPIDER.
I AM EXISTENTIALLY SCREAMING ON A LEVEL YOU CANNOT COMPREHEND.
IT WOULD BE A SHAME IF I HAD A PILE BUNKER.
Yeah. Let's set aside the several missions I've done up to this point where I have specifically fucked you over.
Yeah but Merlin was a total shitgoblin though.
We have to test [name]'s blood.
You're meeting for a drug deal. You're meeting for a fucking drug deal.
Should ask them if they like bread.
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endofthelinegang · 2 years
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Hehe here I come again to request for by baby
“You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”
“if you interrupt me one more time— so help me god”
Marc with chaotic clumsy! reader plss
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ blood and my usual bs
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ this gave me a giggle to write
join the gang!
OH GOD BLOOD! No. NO. no. Not blood. Marc was speaking and telling you about his night but you couldn’t focus on his words, only your own voice in your head. You stood still looking at Marc who had blood marks all over his shirt. He looked like something you would find in a Halloween store, with the blood splatter coming from the base of his shirt all the way up and a handprint on his shoulder.
“Babe, are you feeling okay?” Marc stepped closer to you seeing how still you were standing, your breathing looked heavy in your chest, and on top of that he could see your knees completely locked. 
“Uh h-” Black spots filled your vision, and you couldn’t feel your body properly as you fell forward. It was almost like you could smell the blood in your nose, as if he wasn’t a couple feet away from you when you started titling around and not feeling well. 
When you woke up your head was in Marc’s lap as he went between drinking water and eating a bowl of what looked like noodles while watching something on tv. 
“What the hell happened?” You groaned and slowly opened your eyes, blinking as you did. 
“Mother fucker!” Marc exclaimed as you had scared him half to death, waking up all of a sudden out of a dead silent sleep. He caught his water bottle before it could hit the floor uncapped. 
“That doesn’t answer my question.” You giggled at his question as he took a deep breath in and placed one hand on your forehead basically petting you from your eyebrow to your hairline. 
“You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.” Marc sounded dead serious as he spoke, but you knew he was kidding. 
“You are such an exaggerator, you were at least ten feet away from me.” You giggled, taking his hand off your forehead. 
“Not true baby, the second I saw you start swaying I ran over and caught you.” You sat up too fast from his lap immediately feeling dizzy again. 
“Don’t you dare pass out again.” Marc put his hand on your back and helped you turn on the couch to be sitting next to him rather than across him. 
“Does that mean that blood touched me? No wonder I could smell it.” You smacked him in the arm glaring at him. 
“Oh I’m sorry I didn’t want you to have a fucking concussion.” Marc raised his hands in defeat as you began to stand up and walk away. 
Within two steps of walking you tripped over the uneven ground going from rug to hardwood your entire body hit the ground in one clean sweep as you didn’t have enough time to catch yourself. 
“Nevermind that plan. Apparently I could’ve just let you hit your head.” Marc sighed and rose from the couch to help you up, shaking his head. 
“I can get up myself, I know how to stand.” You slapped his hand away rolling around on the floor as you did so. 
“Clearly. That’s why you’re on the ground right now.” Marc looked just about done with you little comments. 
“You’re not very good at standing either.” You gave him a remark and just as he started to laugh and scoff you kicked your leg behind his knee making him fall backwards and slam into the ground the same way you did. 
“Ow!” Marc whined on the ground holding his head. 
“Oh my god there is no way that would hurt you, I have seen you get hurt much worse and say nothing.” You basically crawled over him, got over top of him, and started looking at his head for any marks that could’ve happened since you didn’t see how he fell. 
Before you could look any further into the situation he wrapped his arms around your waist tight and jumped up onto his feet. 
“No more of that, if you start making me hit my head then I’m gonna have a concussion and won’t be able to take care of you.” He kissed your forehead holding you tighter as you wiggled around in his grip trying to escape. 
“Wait, I need an ice pack.” You talked through your laughter as Marc continued through the room trying to get you to settle down. 
“I am gonna sit you down and then-” Marc tried to speak. 
“The kitchen is in that direction, boss.” You crawled further up his grip to point at the kitchen as his hands now rested on your ass. 
“I got that but-” Marc tried to explain the situation again. 
“Dude we are still walking towards the bedroom and the kitchen is back there.” You leaned down even more to smack his ass as he carried you. 
“If you interrupt me one more time— so help me god,” Marc jumped a little as he kept walking and trying to talk, “I. AM. TAKING. YOU. TO. THE. BEDROOM. TO. LAY. DOWN. I WILL GET YOU THE ICE PACK.” Marc spoke loudly in a normal tone. 
“Marc, you could’ve just said that.” You heard him try and make words as he stuttered around whatever he was trying to say. 
“Stay down.” Marc laid you on the bed and left the room. While listening to him was probably the best idea, you had other plans. 
The second he was out of the room you lined up the pillows along the side of the bed and took the hair ties off of the nightstand that have gained in mass since you had started just throwing them there. Getting on your knees on the side of the bed you peered over the pillow fence you had been waiting for Marc to return. 
“Okay sweetheart, I ended up making an ice pack because you put the other one in the fridge which is not where it goes.” Marc walked through the door and immediately got hit with a hair tie. 
“What the hell was that?” Marc looked for you on the bed and then looked down at his feet to see a hair tie next to his feet. 
You kept the momentum up and shot him with three more hair ties watching him jump around trying to get closer to you. But everytime he took a step closer you shot another one at him. 
“I swear TO GOD.” Marc threw the ice pack on the bed and stayed where he was putting his hands across his chest. 
“Bang bang.” You shot two more at him, one hit his thigh and the other nailed him straight in the face.
“That’s it.” Marc covered his face and ran over to the bed rolling over your pillow fence and pinning you under his legs. 
“You lose.” You poked his nose as he sat above you shaking his head. 
“You suck.” He got up off of you and grabbed you by the arms, picking you up and throwing you onto the bed. 
Rolling around you grabbed the ice pack off the bed and put it on the back of your head, snatching a pillow that was hanging on the edge of the bed. 
“No way.” Marc jumped onto the bed and grabbed the ice pack and put it on his cheek from where you had shot a band at him. 
“Hey! That is not for you, Spector.” You pouted at him. 
“Oh yes it is, I don’t want a bruise.” Marc looked straight ahead, not looking at you at all. 
“Give. it. Back!” You reached for it and Marc pulled away. 
“No way sharp shooter.” He held the hand that kept reaching for his face. 
“Steven would give it to me.” You put on your best sassy voice and laid back on your pillow. 
“He gives you anything you want all the time, but you also don’t torture him like you do me.” Marc initially sounded offended at what you had said but then thought about the circumstances. 
“That doesn’t change that Steven would have given it to me.” Marc was now looking at you as you looked pissy staring forward. 
“Oh my GOD.” Before Marc moved to hand you the ice pack you slammed your head against his face. 
“Nevermind we can share.” You snuggled the back of your head into his cheek as he blew your hair out of his face. 
“You are something.” Marc commented before wrapping his arms around you pulling you back into his chest. What was he ever gonna do with you…
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whoredmode · 12 days
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KinzterosKinzterosKinzt- /j
For the ask meme:
3 and 11 for Xóchitl
13 and 21 for Anteros
:3
misc OC ask meme
HEY you can talk to me about kinzteros Anytime
Xóchitl
3. What is your OC's fatal flaw? Are they aware of this flaw?
her quickness to judge comes to mind. she judges pretty much everyone upon meeting them and even if she’s a quiet person i do think she has a tendency to generally think she’s better. she doesn’t even necessarily mean this in a bad way, or at least doesn’t intend it that way, more in a “thank god i don’t act like that/do that/etc” way. this all stems from a fear of embarrassing herself. she’s very self-conscious.
so this leads to underestimation of others, which does somewhat lead to her role in the events of santo ileso blues. stumbling into this mess when she was just answering a fucking ad for a roommate. she honestly probably thought shaundi and pierce just talked big but then see them kill people in their pursuit of anteros and she’s like. um. nevermind.
so all of that is kinda her undoing. her tendency to be quiet doesn’t help either since she struggles to really speak up when it matters. she’s working on it! but it’s hard.
11. What is your OC's weapon of choice? Have they ever actually used it?
baseball bat. she’s not very good w guns since she’s never used them before, but she played sports when she was little so she’s at least familiar w like. how to use a bat. she also wears heels often so she’s not opposed to kicking n stomping on someone. and to answer the second part of the question. she’s gonna have to use it if she wants to survive!!
Anteros
13. If you met your OC, would the two of you get along?
honestly yeah i think so? there are a few aspects of anteros that were definitely inspired by me or things i do, so i feel like we’d get along. got similar tastes in things. sorry i don’t have a more interesting answer for that one😭
21. Does your OC have any illnesses or disorders? How do they handle it?
i mean. he does have actual brain damage from drowning to death. and the subsequent coma. can’t really come back from those unscathed. the main effects of which have been sleeping issues, severe mood swings, general disorientation (mainly within the first year or so after waking up), and most notably visual/audio hallucinations.
the yacht incident has also given him a fear of being on a boat in open water. not much to say there. when anteros gets panicked or scared he tends to act the opposite of how he usually is, so he gets really quiet and kinda shuts down. struggles to catch his breath. everything kinda tunes out. not great.
“how do they handle it?” um he doesn’t really😭 he doesn’t see anyone about it and explains away a lot of stuff himself. it may not even register to him that he has these issues bc of the yacht incident. in his effort to move on from things he tends to just ignore particularly traumatic events rather than deal w them. but on the other side of that. other events it seems as if he just cannot let go.
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wren-stirlinglove · 2 years
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Robin looked up at the sky and sipped her drink. The rest of the party was inside celebrating another successful defeat over Vecna and the Upside Down, but Robin's hand wouldn't stop shaking.
She almost lost her best friend because the doofus was self-sacrificing and put everyone else's safety over his own, and she had almost lost Nancy.
Robin could still hear Steve screaming at Nancy to wake up and remembers passing him the player with the mixtape already loaded in. She remembers feeling hopeless as this girl that she had started to get to know better and, okay, yea, maybe fall a little in love with, was under Vecna's control.
Thank god the rest of them had appeared when they had. Thank god, El had faced Vecna and won. Thank god, that everyone was getting their happy ending. She pursed her lips and took another sip. Everyone except her, of course. Because the lesbian never got a happy ending, right?
Before she could fall too far down that spiral, the door behind her opened and footsteps stopped just behind her.
"I'll be back in just a minute, Steve." She called, not even bothering to turn around. When the footsteps didn't move away, she turned and looked up. "Seriously, people are starting to think we're co-dependent or some bullsh-" She cut herself off as Nancy walked around and sat next to her.
It's quiet for a bit. Nancy stares at the moon, and Robin tries to regulate her breathing so that it seemed normal. "W-where's Jonathan? Did you get everything worked out with him?"
Nancy smiled a small smile and shook her head. Robin had almost been expecting that. "I get it.. So, Steve's your guy, huh?"
At this Nancy scoffed and rolled her eyes. Then, before Robin could react or say anything, Nancy leaned in and kissed her. It was soft and sweet and tentative, but as soon as Robin's brain began working again and she started kissing back, it became rougher, more passionate.
They broke away panting, and Robin noticed that Nancy wouldn't meet her eyes. "I'm sorry. It's just, I thought you were... Nevermind." Nancy stood up, but Robin scrambled up after her and grabbed her wrist before she could go back inside.
"No, no. That was great and everything, and I would really like to do that again, but I guess I'm just confused. I thought you and Steve..."
Nancy snorted. "I think it's more like Steve and Jonathan, actually." And oh. Ohhhh. That actually made so much sense. In her mind, she high-fived Steve for going after what he wanted. Then, her mind finally processed what had happened.
"Wait, so you... like me? Like like me? How is that even possible? You're Nancy Wheeler, and I'm just-" Nancy cut her off by kissing her again. Hard. "Okay, okay, I got the message. You're Nancy Wheeler, and I am shutting up now."
They stayed out there kissing for a while before Steve and Jonathan poked their heads out to make sure they were okay. As they all shuffled back into the house, Robin looked back up at the moon and smiled.
Then she grasped Nancy's hand and dragged her back into the party. She had to tell Steve all about this.
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Okay, I just finished Season 4, and I had this idea of what a kiss between these two would look like. I'm very scared they are gonna kill off my babies and I don't know what to do, so I wrote some fluff instead.
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otherworldlyoddities · 9 months
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Virtue took a cursory look around the apartment his friends had. None of them seemed to present. It was a bit odd, they should really be back hom by now, since they had all just gone shopping. Then again, he was never too good at timing so he probably just arrived a few minutes too early. He sat on the couch to wait, but then realized he was more then a bit tired. A small nap wouldn't hurt…
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Sunrise trotted inside, holding a bag of clothes. She just knew Virtue would love them, and he double promised to show up…ah! She spotted him on the couch, his eyes closed. He must be napping! As she went to put a blanket over him, Argon walked in.
"Did he really just walk in again? Even if he is pretty much God, he can at least wait for us like a normal person…"
Sunrise laughed a bit at the statement while she tucked a blanket in around Virtue's body. His sort of cold, fairly stiff body. His body that didn't move an inch. His body that didn't have a pulse anywhere she checked.
"Virtue?"
Sunrise put a hand on his chest. Maybe she was just really bad at finding a pulse. No, no, there was no movement. She held a finger under his nose and felt no breath. She desperately pressed her ear against his chest and…
"No! No no no!"
Argon, Neon, and Spectrum all hurried into the room. Argon was beside Sunrise in a flash, knowing that she wouldn't react like that if something wasn't horribly wrong. By then Sunrise was desperately shaking Virtue's shoulders.
"He…he has no heartbeat…"
Argon resisted the urge to shove Sunrise out of the way, but ey knew it would just make it worse.
"Let me, maybe I can…someone call an ambulance! I'll…see what I can do."
While Spectrun began to frantically dial, Neon held Sunrise close and rocked her back and forth. It was very obvious both of them were trying very hard not to cry. In the same moment Argon set to work, seeing what ey could do to restart their friend's heart.
"Stop pressing my chest so hard…what happened to waking someone up with cold water…"
The entire group froze solid as the supposedly dead Virtue yawned and rubbed his eyes.
"Pardon? Can you repeat that?"
Spectrum held the phone up to its ear, its hand shaking a bit.
"Nevermind, sir. It seems we have an extremely heavy sleeper here."
It clicked the phone shut. A few breaths were passed through the room, then Argon shoved Virtue hard.
"What was that for? You break in then…then…we thought you died!"
Virtue opened his mouth to reply, but was cut off by Sunrise hugging him with all her might.
"Argon's right! You scared us so much!"
Virtue sighed, looking around the room.
"I am so sorry my dears, I should have warned you that I don't have a heartbeat."
Sunrise actually scowled at him upon hearing this.
"Then what's going on right now? I hear your heartbeat right now!"
"Oh, that? I make my chest make that noise to blend in better."
His heartbeat stopped, making Sunrise yelp in spite of herself.
"Why didn't you tell us? That was so scary! I…you can't die!"
Virtue managed a chuckle at this, but stopped when he felt the daggers being glaring en masse at him.
"You are right, my sunlight. I can't die."
"Good! You are mean just for making me think that could happen!"
"Mean?"
"Yes!"
Sunrise got up and stomped over to where the rest of the group were standing. Virtue felt himself wither, just a bit.
"I am truly sorry that I scared you all. I will do my best to prevent any further incidents."
Argon's glare softened just a bit.
"Good. No one dies in this house, ya hear? Not a single person!"
Everyone responded with agreement, but before they could move on there was a loud siren. Neon dashed to the window.
"Shit. They actually sent an ambulance. That's not gonna be good for us since we are, y'know, trying to hide. Just saying."
Xier voice had an edge of panic to it. Virtue rose from the couch, brushing out his coat and placing his sunglasses back on.
"Allow me. I will go intercept, none of you worry. It's my fault after all."
He then stepped out. It took almost no time for him to come back.
"There we go. I knew my charms would work. They really did seem to believe I am just an old geezer who sleeps too deep for their own good…"
This time when he smiled, it was actually reciprocated by the rest of the group. Sunrise took this opportunity for one last hug.
"Anyways! Now that everything got all settled, I wanna show you the clothes I found at the thrift store! I even found stuff for you!"
"You did, did you?"
Neon tapped his shoulder.
"And you can float, right? We found some extra cameras for our security system, I'll need help setting them up."
Argon bumped his side.
"And you asked me to teach you to male spaghetti and meatballs, so don't take too long."
Before he could even respond, Spectrum's soft voice rose up.
"I also found a makeup book, if you wouldn't mind being my test subject…"
Virtue smiled. He could read them all well. This was a way of saying that they did forgive him, and it made his heart glow. Metaphorically, of course.
"I suppose that nap was good, I will be quite busy today!"
He adjusted Sylvester, and headed off with Sunrise to see the clothes.
AAAAAAAAA THANK YOU THANK YOU SO MUCH AMGIGJGIJGFUGUGUGUGU
The emotional rollercoaster of this fic, I-
It’s so good, I love this so much, your writing is always incredible.
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virgil-says-things · 1 year
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started off with Fiona waking up and hearing noises downstairs, so she goes down there hoping to see Lip, literally goes ':-D Lip??' just to see fucking Monica 😭
Fiona got a phonecall telling her that Margaret died and she goes 'grammy died??' and Monica walks over to her going 'i am so sorry' and Fiona immediately moves away whilst looking so disgusted 😭
AHAHWHDJFB even Debbie backs away from her looking uncomfortable 😭
WHY is Frank defending Monica so stubbornly?? if Ian doesn't wanna be around Monica for too long then Ian doesn't fucking have to!! shut up!!
she did NOT just call Carl 'Carlie'??? Monica none of them like you please stop trying so hard
'where's Lip?' uh oh
KAREN WAS A TWIN?? she ate her twin??
Karen returns with Lip and Jody immediately fucking dashes out of the house 😭 why is he still HERE
wait a fucking moment did Frank leave Sheila for fucking Monica?? Sheila thinks he's gonna come back?? what the actual fuck Frank
Monica makes me so uncomfortable I hate Frank so much for getting her to return
'Lip chose to leave this family. that sound familiar??' Fiona. the digs at Monica are funny but the situation with Lip was incredibly unfair
Monica's being trusted with Liam I'm so fucking scared
Karen is such a BITCH Sheila said nothing about charging Lip rent?? I highly doubt she would!! and telling him she'll take Frank with her on the adoption interviews?? fucking hell
Sheila thinks Eddie's haunting their house?? damn. and I think Jody does too now
the cut to Monica and Frank passionately making out is NOT okay they're supposed to be taking care of a baby. hello?? nevermind it's, once again, not just a makeout scene. FIONA WALKED IN ON IT OH MY GOD
Kevin's just learned that circle doesn't start with an s I'm so proud of him. he's learning.
'what if we adopt Lip as our own' KEVIN 😭
Lip please do not take that out on Kevin it's Veronica who doesn't want u there fucking hell
Monica's not taking her meds. and. denying that she's bipolar? well. that can't be good!
'its a school night the kids are already asleep' (Fiona) 'oh c'mon u know Carl can sleep through anything' (Frank) WHAT ABOUT THE OTHERS??? Frank and Monica frustrate me so fucking much. fuck me I am NOT handling the whole music through a speaker thing well
Ian came down, rightfully pissed off about it and said 'some of us wanna graduate and do smth with out lives so why don't u all shut the fuck up and let me sleep?' and Frank gets pissy and starts pushing him saying 'do not talk to ur mother like that' ???? fuck OFF???? okay I'm so glad Monica slapped Frank and told him to apologise. that is the one and only good thing she's done so far
I get Frank's whole thing with wanting the kids to have some time with Monica because she's their mother and his just died but come ON dude this is only gonna hurt them all in the end
Ian still wants to sleep btw guys so maybe take it elsewhere anyways - I feel so bad for Fiona here omfg
Lip's trying to get some sleep on a train I need this whole situation sorted immediately pls ty
Frank took Monica to Sheila's and they're both pretty drunk I'm pretty sure so they're falling into things and making a lot of noise - Sheila's convinced her house is haunted so it's scaring her and I hate it!! plus it's the middle of the fucking night can they just. not. do anything. ty! are they looking for fucking money that Margaret may have left behind?? oh my god.
Sheila's walking around with a fucking vacuum thinking it's the ghost of Eddie - can Frank and Monica just reveal themselves so she knows her house isn't fucking haunted.
Monica's giving Fiona recognition for taking care of literally everything which is good but I still don't like Monica
Frank's finding out that Margaret gave the money she had out to his brothers but none to him <3
ew ew ew Frank and Monica stop FUCKING kissing challenge I hate the both of you plus Debbie and the guy she's tryna get with are RIGHT THERE
FRANK TOLD MONICA ABOUT MICKEY AND IAN???? HE HAS NO FUCKING RIGHT. I mean at least she's supportive or whatever still hate her tho
'ah yes! I come on Lip!' (Estefania (?)) 'WITH. u come WITH Lip.' (Steve) this is incredibly bad because of the way Lip was staring while she changed.
Jody's 30 and Karen's like. 17. why is Sheila encouraging this relationship?? she's still a fucking minor and he's a grown ass man 😭 oh my fucking god. oh my fucking god Sheila and Jody are making out what the fuck. I can't defend this one Sheila.
not Monica telling Ian that she thinks a WAY older dude is checking him out Monica please I hate u
okay okay what the fuck. Lip told Steve about Estefania cheating on him and he's mad about it for whatever reason, called her a sneaky bitch as if he didn't just say he doesn't love her, and Lip moves on and calls Fiona a bitch and then Steve goes 'she was right to kick u out of the house, u should be in school.' HELLO???? why is everyone so pissed about Lip not being in school if he doesn't wanna be he doesn't have to be Fiona shouldn't have kicked him out over that!! anyways Lip went 'yeah maybe I'll enroll again in May, just in time to take ur wife to prom' and Steve shoves him off of his chair. man this whole situation is so fucking messy
seeing Ian and Monica get along so well hurts so much I don't wanna see Ian get hurt guys
why the fuck did Monica put Debbie on the spot so randomly to say a few words about Grammy?? where'd that come from??
Karen's home is she gonna find out about Sheila and Jody?? uh ohhh - idk if she's caught on yet
Monica went ahead and payed for Frank's mother's ashes and bought them home and Frank took some out of the bag and them in his cigarette?? is he gonna smoke his fucking mother??
HOLY FUCK. Terry just burst through the door fucking hell. some fucking warning next time?? WHY IS HE BEATING THE SHIT OUT OF IAN?? DID HE FIND OUT?? FUCK?? OHHH. Mandy's pregnant and he thinks it's Ian's fault?? why???? good on Monica for trying her hardest to keep Terry away from Ian tho
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bananaapplewaffle · 2 years
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Oh Look, Even More Vignettes
You know the deal by now. Too long, UTC.
I Can't Stand Them (Part One) | Deuce - Dorm Uniform
Starting off with math, what a bad start.
ADK;ALKDA;LDKLSADAS
NOT ACE COMPLANING BUT BEING DONE
BRO
I'm sorry?
Thirty pages?
Whew mans is big bad at math.
But math hard, so it makes sense
OOP RIDDLE-SAN
DON'T BULLY HIMB
Finna pull out the flash cards
Oh just a book.
Oh! A callback to Riddle's Dorm Uniform story!
Oh yeah... kinda forgot that Duece was a delinquent, so he really just didn't learn it.
I Can't Stand Them (Part Two) | Deuce - Dorm Uniform
We are still working on this math I see.
BRO ARE YOU NOT DONE YET
ITS THE UNBIRTHDAY
Oh
Fun with math!
...
Girl not y'all talking shit on the day of the unbirthday
Catch that collar
NAH NAH
SAY IT WITH YOUR CHEST DUECE
What is Vargas doing here?
Oh lol
WHO THE HELL LET THE HEDGEHOGS FREE
WHO LET THE RAINBOW FLAMINGOS OUT
I Can't Stand Them (Part Three) | Deuce - Dorm Uniform
OH GIRL THEY GOT OUT
Hey Rook!
Rook just be talking but at least he's gonna help
IT WAS YOU
BEAT THEY ASS
PERIODT
HE DON'T NEED MAGIC
HE GOT HANDS
*PATHTIC FLEEING*
...
Now I need Ace's Dorm Uniform
Cuz I knew something was up
but now I really need to know
Oh no
is that the feeling of wanting to write for my boys again
It's About the Aesthetic (Part One) | Idia - Labwear
Idia I swear to god if you don't hangout with your brother
CAN'T BELIEVE THIS SHIT
Upgraded the damn goggles
...how do they get cold?
Mans is a fake gamern not gaming hard enough
Okay, yes to the sweaty hands
THIS MAN IS WEARING PAJAMAS
Omg he's been gaming for hours
Can relate
How's the genshin event (2.8) treating ya?
2AM
F
Bro literally just take off the coat, goggles and gloves and you're good.
It's About the Aesthetic (Part Two) | Idia - Labwear
Alright, who's gonna catch him?
Not my fault that I'm a RPS master, Grim
wait
ACE?
...so is then when he slept over or...?
adds to note
And we're watching a movie???
OMG NO
IDIA
IDIA
YOU'RE SCARING THE BABY
Oh god
I forgot he likes cats
He kinda is a cat...
OMFG YOU KILLED MY CAT
JUST LEFT HIS BODY THERE
Ace: You see somethin'?
Me: Omfg he fucken dead
LMAO
I love how he calls Grim. Mr. Grim.
NOT HIM CONFISCATING HIS LABWEAR
It's Okay (Part One) | Ortho - Burst Gear
Grim, your the magic of this bit. Come onnn.
Okay I agree but it do be practical magic, so that's kinda the point.
Then do it.
Then be devoured.
Thanks, Ortho.
Grim: Ion what you just said, but I think its cool!
My heart... He just wants to spend time with his brother.
...
One day, Idia. You gotta give him one day.
VIL DON'T BE A FUCKEN BITCH
It's Okay (Part Two) | Ortho - Burst Gear
NOT THE GPS
MANS GOTTA TRACKING DEVICE ON HIM
Malleus, don't be saying nothing cryptic that'll make him--
wait nevermind I read that
The girls finna fight
LIKE BRO
MALLEUS ARE YOU MAD BECAUSE NO ONE TOLD YOU
THAT'S YA OWN FAULT
KEEP UP WITH THE SHIT AROUND YOU BRO
I'm gonna box.
Damn, he really relieved that whole thing.
Then when Grim and Yuu asked he was like:
"Nah that shit hurt too much"
Want to Repay My Debt (Part One) | Silver - Ceremonial Robes
Silver, I know yo ass didn't just wake up and start barkin
I'm very surprised Idia just went Otaku on a stranger but more power to him.
BUT GO I OFF I GUESS???
PERIODT
Imma be real I was only half paying attention to that
Want to Repay My Debt (Part Two) | Silver - Ceremonial Robes
shut the fuck up about dallies bro.
I actually need to do my genshin dallies.
KNOCKED OUT
I do agree, Idia. Silver is handsome.
Mans has a whole animation for waking up wow
Idia a lot of people didn't even know who you were till book 6
Which yeah will be patrolling and shit while Malleus is at Ramshackle at like 3 am.
and then Idia learned the truth
Nevermind he didn't pick up on it.
Either way, Idia I'm pretty sure you've done raids with Lilia.
Twisted Ramblings
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isadora-greenhall · 11 months
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Okay just finished s2e32 here's my thoughts lolol
...I woke up two minutes ago, put the episode on, and that opening was better than dumping a bucket of ice water on me for waking me up what the hell asdfghjkl 😂
That Linc teen fact is too freaking cute I lost i laughing ahaha aww
Thank you for the beautiful sound design, Esther! 🥰
The portal already being closed is the funniest fucking thing 😂 when will this fandom learn to never expect anything ahaha
...and rip everyone who keeps expecting normal to snap each episode 😂 (like don't get me wrong I reckon he will too, but him admiring Hermie's school spirit is sooo much better ahaha)
NORMAL WAS GONNA STEAL THE CHAPPERAL COSTUME?! Ahahahahahahaaaaa
Oooh, getting Willy and the Mayor to turn on each other is fascinating 👀
Nevermind lmao
"His adoptive parents...presumably" 👀👀 I heard that Anthony lol
"We're minors so we can't go to gaol" Linc is reverse-Ron for real 😭
Oooh we're back on Willy and the mayor 👀
"After our fees" Taylor is just like Glenn asdfghjkl was just listening to the Roqueporte arc and the way Glenn got money out of those poor people for saving their kids 💀😂
Asdfghjkl use Cassandra's skills please!!!!!!!!!!
Oh Grant and Marco 😭
This fuckibg plan is so convoluted I fuckibg love it 😂😂😂
Oh god now I'm scared Scary's gonna fail to convince Willy and he's gonna do something to her 😭
Nonononononooooooo he's maaaad nooo
I'M SCARED OF FUCKIBG WILLY AGAIN
OH THANK GOD
fucking spider climb 😂😂😂
Oh my god the fuckibg Live Photo thing my heart was POUNDING ahaha why are they making this so nerve wracking I'm so TENSE
AHAHAHA I THIUGHT THE GIRL STUFF WAS THE PEEING TOO AHAHAHAAA
Willy would pass 204X Urology class 💀
Just a thought - why do they have to get money and shit out of the scam? Like Mae Hailes said, scams are extreme pranks where you get something out of it - surely just getting to goofs realm being the think they want is enough? Idk just thinking lol
ASDFGHJKL the message not getting to Nick 💀😂😂😂
Oh god Scary's so scared of Willy
Tears in my eyes over Matt's reference 😂😂😂
Oh lol yeah I forgot we haven't seen what larger San Dimas is experiencing under the yoke of the mayor lol
THEY COULDVE USED THE HUMAN GUN FOR THE PHOTOS AHAHAHAHA 😂 like I know they vanish after a while but they could've got them to lie down still lmaooo and OMG THE SCAM could've been 'if you do this for us we'll let you live our lives' and when they died they would've realised they were scammed and that would've opened the portal to goofs realm asdfghjkl
Oof the doodlerised people are so spooky 😬
AHAHAHAHAHAHA NO WAAAAY that's the best way the portal could've opened ahahahaha
Funny ep 😂
Other thoughts: I like to think Cassandra was trying to phone Taylor the whole time because she realised she hadn't actually asked him where he was late ep lmao
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justbreakonme · 2 years
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Wait and See
It told almost three hours more to get Sidekick fully cleaned, stitched, bandaged, and medicated.
And now, was the hard part.
“I’m gonna give him just some painkillers, nothing to put him under, so he should start waking up soon.” Assistant gathered up everything besides the needle and vial, stuffing it all back in her bag, “He’ll get some now, and a bit before bed, then more in the morning. With everything that’s happened, he also shouldn’t be moving around too much.”
She eyes the handcuffs, and Villain balked.
“You want to keep him chained to the table?!”
“No, well, not exactly, just,” she sighed, “He could be dangerous and even if he’s not, it’s not gonna hurt to be extra careful.”
“It could, you know he’s gonna be terrified, how much more scared is he going to be if he’s still handcuffed?”
“You put him in the cuffs in the first place.”
“I didn’t know what I do now. Now I know better and so I’m gonna do better.”
“He can’t just go running off-“
“Running off?” Villain gestures incredulous to Sidekick, “I don’t think that’s exactly the biggest concern right now, for some reason. Call it intuition.”
“You know what I- Nevermind. Take the cuffs off if you’d like, I’m just saying it’s probably not the best idea.”
“Well I take full responsibility then,” they started undoing the handcuffs as she administered the painkillers, “I just- I don’t wanna make it worse than it already is.”
“You wouldn’t be, but okay. I’ve got your back, in the end it’s not the biggest deal.”
“Alright,” Villain finally got the cuffs off, and stuffed them back in their pocket, “and Assistant?”
“Hmm?”
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“Being here. For always being here.”
Assistant softened slightly. “You do the same for me. We stick together.”
“We do.”
“Alright, enough sappy. I’m gonna go put my shit away and take a quick shower. If he wakes up, let me know, and don’t let him walk on the cast. We’ll get some crutches later, or something. But for now, we’ll need to help him.”
“Got it.”
“Good.”
And so, as Assistant headed off to her room, Villain pulled themself up and perched on the counter, waiting.
It only took about 15 minutes for Sidekick to begin to stir, his face scrunching up for a moment and his hands coming down to a more normal “by his sides” position.
Then, he opened his eyes.
Villain could see the exact moment when things came rushing back; Sidekick bolted up, staring around before eventually finding Villain.
He froze.
So did they. They were gonna let him make the first move, see what was going through his head.
The silence was deafening.
Sidekicks eyes flicked over the room, taking in the handcuffs, the metal floor, table, and counters, the painkiller needle still sitting on the counter, abet with the safety cap on it. All surely added up to a terrifying sight to wake up to.
Then, his eyes settled back on Villain. “I don’t know where he is, I swear, I don’t have anything valuable, I swear-“ his voice broke, “I swear, I don’t know anything…”
“Okay,” Villain had to be careful, “Are you hungry?”
He blinks, pausing. Then, he shook his head.
But as he did, his stomach growled, and Villain raised their eyebrows.
“Well now, I’m hearing a differing answer,” they hazard, trying to keep the tone light, but he still flinched, hard, “We patched you up but you need to take it easy still, alright?”
He nodded fervently, and Villain paused in stepping down from the counter when they saw Sidekicks eyes squeeze shut, bracing for god knows what.
“I’m not going to hit you.”
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They're dead
Enraged. Whoever's responcible is following S/O to the grave very soon. Be it an enemy attack or negligence, Scara needs someone living to take responcibility for this. And not just anyone will do, he won't be satisfied killing a random Treasure Hoarder, no, he needs the one who dared to lay their hand on his S/O. He doesn't care how long it takes, how much time or recorces he needs, he'll find the fool who dared to take away the one Scaramouche loves. Who knows, maybe Childe will join in the search.
They're missing/trapped
Conflicted. He's happy, reliefed, thankful his lover is alive. However he's also angry at many, many things. The fact it happened, the fact no one found them sooner. The fact his lover had to suffer for a year, surviving God's know how, unable to leave the freezing mountain.
His lover is the first to leave the mountain, and as soon as the bigger injuries are treated, they're rushed to Scaramouche's home where they're cared for by top quality medical staff.
If his lover wants to keep working on the field, they're gonna have to do alot of convincing, even then it'd end in compromise. S/O can keep working under the Fatui, but as a right hand to Scaramouche, where ever S/O is, Scaramouche is never far. He's not suffocating, he won't monitor every single move, however, on the field, he's always near enough to hear his S/O's shout in case something happens.
If S/O quits fatui, they can either stay home, or start a new job at a restaurant or something, he's way more relaxed, however, there's always someone to walk with S/O to work, and to walk them back home safe. Their home also has a few guards now. Scaramouche also confirms their shared home is easy to escape from, if things really turn that bad while he's away.
It's a bad dream
Wakes up in cold sweat, and rushes to make sure S/O is still with him, he won't say anything, won't do anything, only grips their shoulders and stares. When S/O asks him if he's alright, he just huffs and turns away with a quiet "nevermind".
The night passes, and the morning comes, he couldn't fall asleep so he busies himself with paperwork.
He reads through them, bored out of his mind, till he sees one mission, ''expedition squad to be sent into Dragonspine: S/O-" he doesn't read further, already decided that a different group would need to be sent. He's probably not a supersticious man, but this is the one thing he's now willing to take risks on, S/O's safety can't be compromised, even if his fears are rooted in a dream
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ok OKAY obviously the death angst hurt me the most but AAAA I THINK BAD DREAM ENDING MIGHT BE MY FAVORITE because i love hurt/comfort :P LOL
if reader is dead:
i know we don't really know too much about scaramouche as a character but i get the feeling that, as you said, he has an unquestioning resolve and once he sets out to do something he'll do absolutely anything to achieve it. he won't stop until whoever was the cause of his beloved's death is 12ft underground and rotting with the worms, dead at his own hands. i think childe would def offer his help! but scaramouche would be too stubborn to accept and drive himself mad seeking to enact revenge for his lost love when in reality nothing he does, no matter who he kills or extorts, will bring them back :( and i think once he realizes that he'll revert to how he was just before joining the fatui: a cold, empty shell of a person who wanders about looking for a meaning and purpose in a life without his darling :(((((
if reader is missing/trapped:
GUHGHGH THE HURT/COMFORT POTENTIAL GWAAAAAA (i'm reduced to tears thinking about how scared he'd be and how tender and loving he'd be once reader is found EEEEEE). i like to think the fatui has various regiments dedicated to various tasks and harbingers can lead whichever regiment is required at the moment (like childe leading the "intimidation" regiment to get their clients to pay up). scaramouche wouldn't be caught dead affiliating with the search and rescue regiment before because he's all about seeking glory and achieving strength and power, but when it comes to reader he's immediately making plans and being cooperative with the search and rescue staff (much to everyone's surprise). he's on the site leading the team and making sure that they get to reader first before anyone else. and when they finally do pull reader out of wherever they are, scaramouche is going to be the one to tend to their wounds himself because he trusts absolutely no one else to do a good job. and yeah i agree!! he wouldn't be super suffocating but obviously when his s/o goes back to work, whether it's for the fatui or somewhere else, he just wants to make sure they're protected and safe so that they don't slip from his grasp again. also just a little sidenote, i love the idea of a gruff and hostile fatui harbinger scaramouche coming home and looking like hell, where his patissier s/o is already baking cookies and sweets for him and spoils him rotten with sweets :P
if it's a bad dream:
*evilly rubs my little hurt/comfort-loving hands together*
in this case the first thing he would do would be to check if reader is beside him: well, fine, and breathing. once he's confirmed that, he'll probably sit up in bed for a while since there's no way in hell he'll go back to sleep after a dream like that. he's not too big on physical affection whether it's public or private but he'll take their hand just to ground himself in reality and remind himself that reader is ok and here and alive with him. i think despite all his barriers and walls, he'd still cry at the thought of someone he loves so much not being with him anymore, even if it was just a dream. if being softhearted was a sin than he's prepared to be titled a sinner :(((( (ps: lil kissies for his s/o's hands bc he's soft and they're sleeping so they can't tease him HAHA)
LUSUS YOUR BIG BEAUTIFUL BRAIN MWAH MWAH anything scaramouche always makes me happy hehe :P ty for all the brain food!! <3
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barbarianprncess · 3 years
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did you mean it?
read on ao3.
It’s a total of 3 significant events that led to this, her forehead knocked against his, breaths heavy and mingled, eyes wide and hearts bleeding.
It’s a total of 3 significant events that led to this, her forehead knocked against his, breaths heavy and mingled, eyes wide and hearts bleeding.
The first event isn’t really an event at all. It’s a prologue, necessary context to truly understand the monumentalism of this moment. It’s the memory of her eyes, piercing and reproachful, being the first thing that he saw after losing his mother. It’s shared trauma and oreos while they’re young and naive. It’s truces and training and growing up too soon together. It’s stargazing and stupid jokes saving eachother in every possible way. It's the culmination of the years Percy spent growing, learning, and being with Annabeth, and the unknown and therefore repressed feelings that came with it. Feelings are like the sea in that way, they don’t take well to being restrained. Percy has found that you cannot box in oceans or sentiments, they always find a way to spill over and out, with no regard for the destruction left in its wake.
The second event is Dionysus deciding on a whim that the inhabitants of his camp are ‘uncultured pests’ and taking it upon himself to set up a field trip for campers to the Ancient Greek Cultural Center in New York. (Percy thinks it’s really just to distract kids that were still shaken up about the battle at camp and the losses it caused. But, Dionysus would never say so. He’s far too proud to admit to caring for the children he’s been assigned to look after.) Argus loaded all the kids he could fit into the strawberry vans, as Chiron listed all the reasons this was a terrible idea. As it turns out, his worries were in vain as miraculously, no monsters attacked, and no mortal asked too many questions. No, instead, the only hitch in his plan was the glaring inaccuracies of the Center sending Dionysus into a fit of rage. He ranted for so long, their 2 hour long field trip ended up lasting until the place closed.
Event the third is the ridiculously long line leading to the mens room at the rundown gas station they’ve stopped at, causing Percy to traipse into the woods, deep enough to know that no one other than the squirrels were watching, and pee there. Unbeknownst to him, Annabeth had decided to take a quick walk in the forest as well, (in the opposite direction of his peeing endeavor) with the purpose of clearing her head. Both returned to the parking lot after 10 minutes, with no truck in sight. The gas station lights are turned off on the inside and the door sign has switched decidedly to closed. They look at each other in disbelief.
“Percy?”
“Yeah?”
“Uh...did they…”    
“They didn’t. They wouldn’t.”
“I think they would.”
“They would never-”
“I have pretty solid evidence to the contrary.” Annabeth deadpans, casually letting her hair loose and hopping on top of the miniature gas machine for motorcycles.
“But, how did-”
“No Argus.” Which means, no all-seeing eyes to double check the headcount. Percy begins to pace.
“Okay, but-”
“Two trucks.” Both of which are probably assuming Percy and Annabeth are on the other.
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
“Oh, gods.”
“Leave them out of this.”
“Those fuckers.”
“Which ones?” She asks. He looks up and she’s fighting a smile. He pointedly doesn’t notice the way her mouth curls up, or the way her hair falls around her shoulders and down her back, or how pretty she looks lit up by the neon red lights of the gas stations prices, which apparently doesn’t turn off when they close.
“Do you know something I don’t?”
“I know lots of things you don’t.”
“Ha-ha. I mean about how to get out of here.”
“Ohhhhh, let me think.” She wrinkles her nose in faux concentration, tilting her chin up towards  the sky. Percy is too annoyed to think it’s adorable. “Nope, not a clue.”
“Your phone?”
“Left it on the truck.”
“Iris message?”
“Percy, it’s dark as shit.” The laughter she’s been holding in comes pouring out. Nevermind that he feels his chest sigh in relief at hearing it for the first time since their quest, this is serious.
“You’re laughing.”
“Just a little.”
“You’re telling me, you don’t have a brilliant plan to get us on a truck.”
“Yes.”
“So, we’re stuck here.”
“Yes.”
“And you’re laughing?”
“You’re just really funny when you’re stressed.” She giggles. He can’t remember the last time she giggled. He missed it. He hates her.
“Oh my gods.”
“Okay, okay, look, I’m sorry. We’re halfway to camp right?” He nods. “I’m sure they’ll figure out we’re missing before they get all the way back to camp, but let's say, worst case scenario, they don’t-”
“Not helping-”
“And they make it the rest of the way back to camp. It took us four hours to get to the center, which means camp is two hours away, so if they make it the two hours back to camp before they realize we’re missing, and they drive back up-”
“C’mon ‘Beth, you know I suck at math.”
“We’re stuck here for five hours at most.”
“Five hours?”
“And that's if no passing cars let us use their phones to hurry the process up.”
“Five hours.”
She’s laughing again. “Seriously, what is so funny?”
“It’s just-” Her cheeks are red and she’s very poorly attempting to suppress her smile. “You’ve been calm in so many life or death situations, and being stuck at a gas station is what finally breaks through.”
“It’s nighttime.” She stares at him for a moment and then she’s laughing again, full bodied real laughter, and he's laughing too.
And it’s as if this gas station became their own personal Ogygia, an oasis, a resting place for them to be stupid kids again. And they don’t talk about the battle, or Rachel, or the volcano, or any of the million things set on tearing them apart. They talked about his mom getting serious about his new boyfriend, about Tyson’s underwater adventures and Grover’s searching shenanigans.
They smack talk with no real heat about who the better fighter is (Oh please, Seaweed Brain, I've been training since before you could tie your own shoes.), and argue about which ancient hero had the greatest journey (Hercules, are you kidding? Did you even read the myth?). They break into the gas station for snacks (What the fuck, Annabeth, where’d you learn to pick a lock? No, I wouldn’t prefer you break the glass, you psycho. Oh my gods, can you really break the glass?), and dissolve into giggles as they try to fit five drachma into the cash register.
They end up back outside sitting on the gas machines facing one another from three feet away.
“Your mom called me the other day.”
Percy, who’d been lazily squinting up at the murky sky, searching for any sign of stars, whipped his head to look at her. “What?”
“She called me on the phone. We talked for a bit. She said she wanted to make sure I was alright.”
“That sounds like something she would do.” He sighs and hops down from the machine, turning away from her, hoping to hide his blush from the dim light. “She cornered me on one of my off weekends, asked what was going on with us.”
“Oh.” He hears the shifting of fabric and assumes she followed him in sliding off the gas machine.
“Yeah.” It’s silent for a long time before she responds.
“What did you say?” She asks, her voice smaller than it was moments ago. He hears her scratching at the flat metal top of the machine. “When she asked, what did you say?”
He runs his finger through his hair, and one gets caught in a particularly large snarl. “Doesn’t matter.”
“It matters to me.” She whispers and gods he’s terrified but he really doesn’t have a choice when her voice wavers like that. Her words shake and every ounce of his being tells him to do whatever it takes to soothe it.
“I said we were fighting. That there wasn’t one sole reason for it, just a bunch of little reasons. I told her that I scared you when I….went away for two weeks last summer. And that you didn’t like bringing Rachel on your quest. I told her that we….. disagree about how to best handle Luke. That I probably wanted to protect you more than I wanted to listen to you.” She laughs softly and he blames what he says next on her laugh. It is the catalyst for everything that follows.
“I told her that we’d be okay. Because no matter what happens I’m always gonna love you.”
He hears her breath catch. He doesn’t have to look back to know she’s turned to face him fully. “Did you mean it?” She calls. He doesn’t answer. The words haven’t caught in his throat, they’ve spontaneously combusted in his vocal chords and he doesn’t think he’ll ever speak again.
The sound of gravel crunching gets closer until suddenly she's beside him, and he didn’t tell his torso to twist toward her, he thinks she might just be his center of gravity.
“Did you mean it?”
She’s looking up at him, and her hair smells like lemons, and her cheeks are pink, and her eyelashes go on for miles, and her sunspots are better than stars. And it’s as if she pulls the words right out of him, he’s hypnotized by everything about her.
“Of course I meant it.”
She exhales and closes her eyes and while he mourns the loss of the sight, his body moves on it’s own accord again and he’s edging closer and closer and she opens her eyes and here they are.
Their noses brush, and this time he closes his eyes, and their noses brush just so, and…
Whoa.
He was wrong, it wasn't just those three significant events that to her forehead knocked against his, breaths heavy and mingled, eyes wide and hearts positively bleeding. It’s clear he’s been waiting his entire life for this moment at this shitty gas station.
Waiting for this. Waiting for her.  
They kiss for a moment or an eternity, and they fit. His hands are on her hips and hers clutch at his shirt before sliding up to his throat, and it’s like his soul is whispering, oh there you are.
And then she’s pulling back, so she has just enough space to shake her head without disconnecting from his forehead.
She's breathless when she whispers, “This is a bad idea.”
His hands trail up and down her forearm of their own accord, and when he whispers back he’s breathless too. “Yeah, really bad idea.”
Her hands slide up from his chest to his shoulders, and then she’s kissing him again, with purpose, and he’s kissing back like his life depends on it because he thinks it might, thinks if he lets go of her he’d die on the spot.
It seems his theory might get tested when she pulls back again just far enough to whisper against his lips, “Is it always like that?”
He kisses her again, once, twice, because he can’t help it and whispers back, “I don’t know, you were my first kiss.”
He’d released any serious hold he had on her the moment she hesitated, but then she’s rocking back up to meet him halfway and his entire body thinks thank the gods. He actually sighs his relief into her mouth, as his hands desperately reach for her face, some fingers tangling in her hair, and their lips are magnets, opposites that don’t have a choice but to pull together. Despite how much he wants to keep doing this forever, he has to tell her.
“I don’t wanna lose you, again.” He means not ever, but he figures she understands the severity in his voice. She’s running her hand through his hair, and his slide up and down her back, and she knocks her nose against his as she answers, “I know, me either. I’m confused, this is confusing me.” And she tilts her chin just so, like she did a million years ago, and this time he kisses her.
They kiss for an infinity, he gets to taste her laughter when she giggles at the absurdness of it all, and it’s better than ambrosia. He kisses her until he doesn’t know anything else, until his entire universe is Annabeth Chase, with her cheeks and her curls and her lips. She is everything.
And then headlights penetrate their universe, voices bring an end to their infinity, and Chiron is speaking but it’s nothing, it’s all white noise because she’s no longer in his arms, and his center of gravity is being ripped away and he hears someone ask, “What’d you guys do?”
He’s still looking at her face when she answers, “You know, tried not to strangle each other mostly.”
But, she looks back before she turns all the way around and her gaze is charged and her lips quirk with the secret they share.
He is so screwed.
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scoopsahoy · 3 years
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hi can u do a sequel to the derek pregnancy fic where u were pregnant for a full nine months and go into labor one night when yall r asleep
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✰  tw ⋰ none :)
❍  cw ⋰ birth
ꨃ  part one
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You opened your eyes to a sharp pain in your back and stomach, causing a sharp breath to enter through your nose.
“Jesus,” you whispered to yourself. You gently pulled Derek’s arm, which was wrapped around your stomach, off of you. You sat up with a struggle, as you were heavily pregnant. You looked at the alarm clock to see it was almost six o’clock in the morning.
The pregnancy was nine months, meaning the baby would be human. You found out at five months that it was going to be a girl, and Derek couldn’t wait to have a tiny version of you running around his loft.
It was a rough nine months. It destroyed your knees, hips, ankles, and gave you massive, dark stretch marks. You’d become insecure about them, but Derek didn’t care.
He was sad that you were insecure about them. He called them your ‘battle scars’, always making sure to make you feel better about yourself when you looked in the mirror.
Even having been with him for over three years, you’d never seen the sensitive side of him that came out when you got pregnant. He made you breakfast, massaged your feet, and would even help you wash your hair sometimes.
You loved it, you just wish he’d been like this the whole time you knew him.
Moving his arm woke him up, and he reached over and lightly ran his hand up and down your back.
“You okay?” he mumbled, still half asleep.
“I think so-”
Just then, you felt a massive puddle forming under you. It dripped onto the floor and you felt a pressure in your belly.
“Derek,” you said in a monotone voice, standing up. You looked at the wet spot on the bed, and he did too.
“Did you pee yourself?” he asked innocently.
“I think my water just broke.” That seemed to wake him up, because he immediately shot out of bed. “Get the hospital bag,” you told him as he slipped his shirt on. He nodded and practically ran to the other side of the loft, returning with a crossbody bag.
He helped you put your shoes on and when you stood back up, he took your hand, helping you to the elevator.
You’d never seen him so nervous and distraught, anxiety reeking from his body. When you got outside and to his car, he made sure you were strapped in before running to the driver’s side and zooming to the hospital.
When you arrived, he didn’t even bother parking straight. He dragged you inside, calling out for help. You both looked up to see Scott’s mom, Melissa. You let out a sigh of relief when she ran over, followed by a nurse with a wheelchair.
You eagerly sat down in it, letting them wheel you to a room you didn’t even know the number for.
Once you were changed into a hospital gown, you laid in the bed, an IV in your arm, and bracelets on your wrist. Derek sat next to you, holding your hand.
“Have you had any contractions yet?” Melissa asked.
“No, not yet.”
“Okay, that’s fine. Sometimes water will break before contractions start, but they should get here soon.”
“I didn’t think you worked in obstetrics,” you said as you adjusted the blankets.
“I don’t. I figured I’d stay with you for a minute though. Is there anyone you want to call?”
“Oh, yeah, I almost forgot.” You looked at Derek. “Can you grab me my phone?” He nodded, pulling it out of his pocket. “Thanks.” You opened it and scrolled through your contacts, finding the name Stiles.
Stiles was one of your best friends, and he was eager when you announced the pregnancy. He told you he wanted to be there when you gave birth and made you promise you’d tell him when you went into labor.
Even if it was six in the morning.
You held the phone up to your ear, hearing it ring a few times.
“Hello?” said the groggy voice on the other line.
“Hey, what are you up to?”
“Sleeping,” he said simply.
“Well, I figured I’d let you know I’m in labor, but if you wanna go back to sleep you can.”
“You’re what?” he yelled, making you pull the phone away from your ear.
“My water broke. I’m at the hospital.”
“Give me fifteen minutes and I’ll be there.”
“I can’t control-” He hung up. “-when the baby comes.”
You sighed and smiled at Derek.
“I’ll come back when you start pushing, okay?” Melissa said, giving you a smile.
“Okay. Thank you.” She left with a smile.
“Are you gonna call your parents?”
“I never even told them I was pregnant.”
“Really?”
“Did you forget I haven’t talked to them in years?”
“I just figured this might be something they should know. You know, since they’re about to be grandparents and everything.”
You sighed. “I’ll call them sometime. Just not now.”
He nodded. “I’m gonna go get some food from the vending machine, do you want anything?”
You nodded. “A Snickers would be nice.”
“Okay.” He leaned over and kissed you. “Be right back.”
No one else had seen this side of Derek except you. He wasn’t the same person he was to Stiles, or Scott, or even his uncle, Peter. With you, he was soft and sweet, always making sure you had everything you needed and wanted. You doubted anyone would believe you if you told them half the things he’d done for you over the years, even before you started dating.
Fifteen minutes went by quickly, and before you knew it, Stiles ran into your room, his shoes squeaking and his breath heavy.
“You haven’t given birth yet, have you?” he asked as he sat next to your feet.
“Nope, not yet. I haven’t even gotten contractions yet.”
“Is that good?”
“Just means it’ll take longer.”
He nodded. “Great.”
“Yeah, tell me about it.”
Just then, you felt a heavy pressure and pain course down from your stomach to your legs, your hand reaching for Stiles’, which was right next to your knee.
“Nevermind,” you groaned, closing your eyes and inhaling sharply.
He winced and an ‘Ow’ left his lips.
When the contraction died down a moment later, you let go of his hand. “Sorry.”
“No worries,” he said, shaking his hand.
“That was not what I was expecting it to feel like.”
“Better or worse?”
“Way worse,” you chuckled. “Jesus. The next few hours are gonna be Hell.”
‘Few hours’ was an understatement. It was now seven p.m., and your contractions still weren’t anywhere near as close as they needed to be.
You’d tried everything the midwife suggested to speed it up: walking around the room, sitting in a chair, sitting on a yoga ball, drinking tea and water, peeing, laying on your left side, and you even tried falling asleep.
But none of it worked.
At this point, you were sweating, crying and in some of the worst pain you’d ever felt.
The doctor decided to see how far dilated you were, which was two centimeters, eight away from being able to push.
“On the bright side, you’ll be able to deliver naturally,” she said.
“What does that mean?” Derek asked.
“No c-section.” You both let out a sigh of relief. “Once you get to four centimeters you’ll be in active labor, which shouldn’t be as long as early labor.”
“Thank God,” you whispered.
Even though it wasn’t as long as early labor, active labor was ten times more painful. It was definitely the absolute worst pain you’d ever felt.
But your boyfriend and best friend were there for you the entire time, even through your random bursts of anger, sadness, and pain.
When you were told you were at nine centimeters, you looked at Derek.
“I can’t do this, I don’t think I can do it.”
He stood up and leaned over you, gripping your hands. Stiles stood at the other side of the bed.
“Hey,” he said, softening his voice. “Are you kidding me? If anyone can do this, you can do this.” You let a tear fall. “Babe, I’m scared, too. But guess what? We’re gonna have a baby. A tiny version of you. We’re gonna have a little girl. And she’s gonna be awesome. Okay?”
You nodded. “I love you,” you whispered. You looked at Stiles. “Be ready for me to crush your hand,” you laughed.
“I’m ready,” he said somewhat reluctantly. “Just try not to break any bones.”
You smiled.
“Alright, Y/N. You ready?”
Screams filled the room, both Stiles and Derek wincing at how hard you were squeezing their hands.
You pushed a total of six times before you felt a massive relief of pressure, and you gasped for air. Your cheeks were soaked with sweat and tears, your legs tingly.
You let go of their hands and, just like before, Stiles shook his hand in the air. You breathily chuckled at his reaction as the nurses wrapped the crying newborn in a blanket.
They handed her to you, now having stopped screaming, and you started crying all over again.
She was beautiful. She had the same pale green eyes that Derek had, and bright red hair.
“She’s a ginger,” he whispered.
“My dad is, maybe that’s who she got it from,” you said.
Only a little while later, Derek was next to you in the bed, and you both just watched her sleep in his arms.
You’d never seen him so happy. He had a soft smile plastered to his face and he was a natural at holding her.
You let Stiles hold her, and, just like your boyfriend, you’d never seen him happier. An uncontrollable grin formed as he sat in the recliner with her, letting you and Derek have open arms for a little while.
Once Scott and the rest of the group arrived, you decided to tell them the name you settled on: Charlotte Allison Hale, Charlie for short. Allison was your best friend before she died, and you figured it would be a nice tribute to her.
Scott loved it, and it pleasantly surprised you. You were worried it would make him sad, and you knew it probably did, but you were glad he liked the name, too.
You spent the next few days in the hospital, learning how to change diapers, breastfeed, and all of the other essential things included in being new parents.
Stiles was there every day, other than going to school. He went to his classes, went to lacrosse practice, and then immediately came back to the hospital.
You liked being at the hospital and having some help from the nurses and Stiles, but being able to go home and spend time just the three of you was your favorite thing in the process.
And it made your heart melt watching Derek with her. For the first few days he didn’t let you get up during the night and insisted he go check on and feed her with the bottles of breastmilk you had pumped while at the hospital.
You were finally in a place where you were genuinely happy with everything in your life. And you couldn’t have asked for a better one.
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tuiccim · 4 years
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Make a Move (Part 2 of 2)
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Pairing: Bucky X Reader
Words: 950ish
Warnings: Adult conversation, innuendo, language, angst, and fluff.
Summay: You basically throw yourself at Bucky and don’t understand his reaction (or lack thereof) until a couple of days later. But when you get angry at his reasoning, you question are you being irrational or justified. 
Part Two as requested. @angstysebfan @blackasnight23xxxx @putinovertime @elissa240
Make a Move (Part 1)
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As soon as you were sure Bucky was gone, you say, “FRIDAY, Where’s Natasha?”
“Agent Romanoff is in her room.” FRIDAY responds immediately. 
“Oh, thank God.” You head directly to Natasha and, as soon as she answers her door, she can see your distress. 
“What happened?” She says as she pulls you into her room. 
“I’m either an irrational bitch or a justified one." You spill the entire story to her and look at her waiting for her determination. You feel wretched.
"I'm going to go with both." Natasha says.
"Both?"
"Both."
"I can work with both. So, what part was irrational and what part was justified?" You say with your head in your hands.
"Justified at being pissed at him for being an idiot and not bothering to actually talk to you about it. Irrational that he thinks you're a shit person. He never thought about it like that. He just thought if he slept with you, you'd hate him afterwards and he'd never have a chance with you. He was trying to be a good guy even if he was being an idiot."
"No, nevermind. Just go back to the part where I was justified." You say.
"Sorry. Already told it like it is." Natasha puts an arm around you. "What are you gonna do?"
"I don't know. I just need some time to let my emotions level out. Think through my options." You shrug. 
"Want my opinion?" Natasha asks.
"Fuck. Yeah." You say exasperated.
"I think you're scared. I think you know Bucky's it for you." Natasha smirks a little.
"Maybe. The question there is, am I it for him?" You say sadly.
"I'm pretty sure I know the answer." Natasha grins.
"I'm going to take a hot bath and go to bed. Night, Tash."
"Night." She still hadn't wiped the stupid grin off her face.
You soak in the tub until you are pruny and the water turns cold. Going over Bucky's, Natasha's, and your words until your head aches, you pop a couple of Advil PM and get in bed. 
The next morning you wake and spend some time staring at the ceiling deciding your next move. "FRIDAY, where's Barnes?" 
"Sergeant Barnes is at the range." That means Bucky's awake and most likely pissed if he's at the range this early. He usually goes there to blow off steam. You grab your phone.
You: Hey dumbass. Wanna spar? 
Bucky: Sure psycho. When?
You: Training room in 20.
Bucky: Get there in 10.
You scoff at his message and get ready. 20 minutes later you stroll into the training room. 
"I told you to get here in 10." Bucky scowls.
"And?" You challenge.
"Don't I outrank you?" 
"Nope."
"Pretty sure I do."
"That's sweet. You gonna keep bitching or shall we get to it?"
Bucky turns without another word and slips into the ring. You follow and take stance.
"Why'd you want to spar?" Bucky asks as he sizes you up.
"Felt like kicking your ass." You retort as you throw a jab at his face. He blocks you quickly but wasn't prepared for the kick you followed with and grunted as your foot made solid contact with his side. 
"Because I'm such a good guy?" He smirks.
"Because you're a fucking idiot." You throw more kicks and punches and he blocks and counters. He lands a solid knock to your torso and you stumble back a few steps.
"Maybe I'm both." He throws out.
"Probably. Doesn't make me less pissed." You say.
He goes to throw another punch and you use his momentum against him to swing around his arm and throw him to the mat. You put a knee to his chest to hold him down as you speak, "Apologize."
Bucky grabs your leg and with a quick maneuver has you in a hold underneath him. "I'm sorry. I made stupid assumptions." Bucky says. 
You buck against him and wrap your legs around him, managing to roll yourself on top of him again. You lean down until Bucky's face is inches from yours.
"And?" You say.
"I'm sorry I didn't talk to you about it." He says before throwing you off and pinning you again.
"Why?" You've stopped struggling and look into his face.
"Scared." He whispers. "Scared to find out if you felt the same. Scared of rejection. It was easier to think you were already taken and we were just flirting harmlessly." 
"You really are an idiot." You smirk. 
"When it comes to you, yeah." He lowers his face a little closer. "You ever gonna forgive me?"
"Depends." 
"On what?"
"If you ever make a move." You grin.
Bucky grins as he lowers himself down to you and captures your mouth. His lips are incredibly soft and his tongue runs over your lower lip before slipping into your mouth. You tangle your hands in his hair as the kiss deepens.
"Woah, woah, woah! Get a room, guys!" Sam's voice interrupts your kiss. 
You both giggle at his reaction.
"Mind your business, Birdbrain!" Bucky hollers good-naturedly as he pulls you up from the mat. He wraps his arms around you and looks in your eyes. "So, can I take you on a proper date tonight?"
"Hell, yeah, you can." You smile at him. "I'll be ready at 7:30."
"Be ready at 7." He smirks at you. 
"Demanding." You smirk back at him.
"Can't wait. Hope you might model some of your new clothes for me. Noticed a couple of particular bags yesterday."
"Of course you did. Why do you think they were facing the door?" You smirk.
"Doll." Bucky groans.
“You are the one who said I was an awful tease.” You wink at him as you walk away to finish your workout.
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ontheblock · 3 years
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BABE U WRITE FOR SALLY FACE?? Anything with Travis (male s/o with him obviously) or Sally please :O your writing is amazing!!
YES I DO !! i used to have a bunch of wips i still haven’t finished but i figured i can still add sf to my list since it was such a comfort game when it came out haha. as per usual, this isn’t beta read, i fucked the formatting up twice but just squint when you notice any errors- also thank you love <3 i‘d give you a free bologna sandwich for requesting trav ily. 100% beef obviously /winkwonk
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•warning: abuse, religious guilt, homophobia and f-slur use, bad first kisses, badly written fluff, travis being travis
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Travis was meant to live a life molded for him by his father. The pattern was already placed on the fabric when his first cry shook the hospital room at 6:33am. He was supposed to be cut from his father‘s mold but Travis‘ fabric was already old and frayed, the intertwining strings of muted tones that held him together felt lose by the time he could run. Sometimes he thought about the reason why he was incomplete. His fabric wasn‘t strong enough to hold his family name, not stretchy enough to bounce back from his father‘s reactions. Travis‘ mother patched him up every time there was another bruise on his back or face. She would cut parts out of her own fabric to cover the ripped strings her husband‘s belt left on their son. But she had only so much left when the beatings got worse.
Travis was in middle school, attending a christian summer camp a few hours away from Nockfell. He never noticed how different the air was at home but the sky was so murky compared to literally everywhere else. His father thought it was a good idea to let the boy out of town while he took care of the Ministry business which was code for something Travis shouldn‘t stick his nose into. He never asked but someone went missing while he was gone. Tragic.
Not as tragic as the camp counselor calling Travis home on their last day. The boy didn‘t know about that but they told his father about some inappropriate behavior his son showed with a fellow camper - a boy his age, Kenneth didn‘t care for the name or where he was from. All he needed to know was what his son did with that boy. The counselor tried to calm the angry parent on the phone but as soon as the information was exchanged the line went dead. He didn‘t want to hear the washed up excuses. His son was young and it was best to get these urges out of his system before they could even develop - dig for the deepest root you could find and rip it from the still fresh ground before it bloomed into something ugly, even if that meant that the garden would never bloom at all. Kenneth was a man of action after all.
That evening Travis came home clueless while his father already stood in the hallway with his wife behind him, holding onto his hand and uttering whispered quick prayers but his thick fingers already curled around the leather painfully hard. The strain it caused in his hand only fueled the need for a release as he charged for his son who didn‘t even have the chance to slip out of his worn sneakers.
That evening his mother didn‘t stay when Kenneth told her to go to bed early. Travis asked himself if it pained her the same way it pained him when his skin split under the force his father put in his first few strikes.
“You want to hold hands with boys now?“
“My son isn‘t a faggot, is that clear?“
“I gave you a place in this filthy town. You will appreciate it and live a proper life!“
“You will thank me when you don‘t burn for being dirty.“
It wasn‘t meant for Travis to answer because by the end of the night he would not even think about a boy‘s hand to be soft and warm anymore.
Travis was older now but he never found enough of anything to mend the damage his father did that night. Travis didn‘t try to explain that he held onto the boy because they figured that they wouldn’t slip on the wet mud that way. Instead he kept quiet about it ever happening and his father was content with this as long as he pulled his son from the devil‘s path to sodomy.
And Travis thought so too until a thread of blue fabric pulled together a gaping hole in his fabric. It stuck out like a sore thumb - too vibrant but warmer than any patch his mother gave to him and when he sat on the grimy bathroom floor in school after Sal Fisher of all people gave him a fucking pep talk, it felt nice. The warmth let his tears evaporate so he could pull himself together for the rest of the day.
But it was short lived. The warmth spread through him so fast he felt like burning up whenever he sat in class with Sal. He tried everything to get that blue thread out of his life but pulling on it only felt like strangling himself and he regretted ever letting his bully persona slip in that bathroom just because Sal fucking Fisher found the note he threw away - the note that was about him but Travis never had it in himself to tell him that. He regretted his promise to be less of an asshole because he knew he couldn‘t. Not even three days later the heat in his belly was so hot that he boiled over when he saw Fisher talking to that ginger nerd by the lockers. He ended up calling him a faggot because how dare he be openly gay in the same town Kenneth Phelps lived? How dare he be happy like this?
Sal tensed at the insult. Did he actually think Travis could be better? And why was his freakshow friend not hurt at the insult when it still burned in his throat to say it? Why did it feel like the slur wasn‘t meant for Todd at all? Travis swallowed hard as he fled the hallway in such a hurry that the three folded up pamphlets in his barely zipped up backpack fell on the muddy vinyl flooring.
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“Fuck, Phleps. Just wait. Travis!“ The boy in question tucked at his collar as he turned a corner just to slip into another empty corridor. They had a free period right after gym class and Sal Fisher was determined to finally talk to the boy who relentlessly bullied him to now avoid him like it was the other way around. “Jesus, I‘m not gonna pry but if your dad-“ Sally harshly bumped into Travis as he whipped around, finally coming to a stop. Shame crawled up the taller teen‘s neck when he didn‘t find the prosthetic nose digging into his sweater uncomfortable.
“Shut up! God, just stop!“ Sal was surprised that he would use his Lord‘s name in vain like that and if the situation was anything but this he would‘ve laughed. “Travis, I don‘t know how you feel but-“, Sal tried again but Travis was at his limits this time. “You don‘t and you never will, Fisher. Your dad would accept you being a dirty faggot but mine doesn’t!“ He tried to fill his words with venom but it all bounced back on the guy‘s mask anyway with how much his voice actually trembled.
There was a moment of silence that made Travis want to literally get struck by his God‘s angry lightning. He couldn‘t even leave. It was like all the root his father dug out slowly crawled back to feed on his shame and ground him in front of Sal who still had to react and maybe Travis should just tell him to fuck off so he wouldn‘t have to find out what he wanted to say next.
“Travis...“ Sal lowered his voice in a fake moment of privacy. “Are you-?“ Travis already shut his eyes as he clenched his fists. He didn‘t like where this was going but there was no more fight in him. “Nevermind. You don‘t owe me shit but I saw your back.“ Travis exhaled through his mouth until there was nothing left in his lungs. He knew where that question was headed. Are you gay, Travis? Are you the faggot and that‘s why you‘re so angry? He was glad that Sal changed his approach because even Travis himself was too scared to find the answer.
“So what, Sally Face? You‘re sticking your nose somewhere it doesn’t belong. If you even have one under that stupid mask.“ Travis harshly pushed his index finger into the boys chest and the sharp inhale he made almost made him freeze up and apologize. But he couldn‘t. He was too deep to go soft now. The look in Sal‘s eyes was enough to make Travis finally stumble backwards and push past him.
He didn‘t follow him this time.
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His verbal fights with Sal Fisher were like a damn wake up call for the teen. The rush of warmth it spread in his chest and the cold shiver in sent down his spine were shaking his body every time. He started noticing that Nockfell wasn‘t that murky. Travis used to really like yellow as a child because it reminded him of his mother’s favorite sunflower dress. She was a different woman now. The vibrant yellow was fading just like her hair. Maybe it was just Nockfell, maybe it was because of her suffocating husband draining her of her life and slowly unraveling her fabric. It didn‘t matter now but to make a depressing story short, Travis didn‘t have a favorite color anymore.
But the sky looked like a pretty shade of blue on some days. He never noticed but his bathroom tiles had blue specks in them. He always thought they were just a weird grey. There were tiny flowers blooming in the most vibrant blue behind the school and he wished that they were behind the church too but nothing ever grew around that building. But he would pluck them sometimes when he was skipping gym class. His last fight in the empty hallway was weeks ago and he hoped that Sal finally gave up on his savior complex. But why did his chest sting at that thought? His fingers slowly clutched his sweater as he stared at a withering flower by his foot. Travis jumped out of his thoughts when the metal door creaked open.
“Yo.“ Sal pushed the door closed with his shoe as he held up a hand to casually greet him. His face scrunched up. “What do you want?“ Travis lowered his head again. The boy obviously noticed the fresh shiner on his face already but facing him still felt like he exposed himself. “Just wanted to confirm that the church boy was skipping class.“ Uninvited, the teen sat beside Travis on the grass, with a healthy distance of course. “Shut up. My faith has fuck all to do with school“, Travis spoke lowly but his voice was tired. Sal just hummed in agreement before silence draped over them. Not uncomfortably like the usual strained void of reactions when one of them dropped something they weren‘t prepared for. It felt ok like this and it felt like a blanket. To Travis that blanket was soft and blue but before he could shake it off and stand up there were strings of the obnoxious fabric already weaving themself into his personal space.
“We don‘t have to fight all the time.“ Sal didn‘t look at him and neither did Travis. He really didn‘t have a reason to disagree. Not one that wouldn’t blow his cover at least.
“Maybe I could come to your little church and-“ Travis head snapped up. “Don‘t“, he blurted out a little louder than he meant. “It‘s a joke. I‘m not religious.“ Sal snorted, plucking a few pieces of grass. “Yeah, because you‘re a sinner in the eyes of the Lord. You f-“ Travis had to physically stop himself by biting his lip. Sal looked over at him and Travis wished he didn‘t. “Sorry“, Travis mumbled, refusing to meet his eyes, or eye since he was pretty sure his other eye never moved before. “I‘m trying to not call people that anymore.“ because all I hear is my father saying it.
“It‘s cool.“ It wasn‘t. “Why are you skipping?“ Travis huffed. It was weird to not let the conversation derail into verbal abuse. “I don‘t know. I fell. Hit my head on the door pretty bad. As you can see.“ Sal just hummed. “That‘s why you‘re limping, too?“ Travis blurted out a “yes“ a little too fast. Why was he nervous? His whole school life already revolved around cover up stories about the strange aches and bruises he got out of nowhere.
“Right.“ Sal let it slide, again. “You‘re acing algebra, Fisher.“ It wasn‘t a question so Sal didn‘t say anything. “Hmm.“ Travis cursed himself for never learning proper social skills but his father didn‘t like him bringing strangers into the house and his teen years were a constant feeling of push and pull of picking fights with boys that sparked an ugly tingle in his belly.
“You need a tutor?“ The silence seemed to be enough for Sal. Fuck him and his open fucking hand. “Maybe.“ Travis flicked a flower with his finger, dismissing the clear offer because his stomach ignited at the fact that Sal didn‘t hate him enough yet. “Maybe there is a tutor in Addisons Appartement, Room 402, who‘s free on the weekend.“ Sal couldn‘t help but smile under his mask as Travis huffed. “Fuck you, Fisher.“
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Sal already forgot about his offer when lunch passed and his dad stood in the kitchen, washing their dishes, enjoying the background noise of his son watching TV with his cat. They were so engrossed in the VHS tape Sal put on that he didn‘t hear the door until his dad whistled from the kitchen. “Sally, door.“
“Huh? Oh. Yes, dad.“ He jumped to his feet, leaving Gizmo to the slasher movie he seemed to like. “Weird, Larry said he‘s busy“, Sal mumbled, opening the front door. “Oh.“ It was a knee jerk reaction from Sal because he expected everyone but Travis Phelps to knock at his door and truth be told, he looked like he‘d rather be anywhere else with the way his awkward greeting caught in his throat and died on his tongue as a huff. His eyes followed the way the blue strands hung over Sal‘s shoulders, the mask straps upsetting the smooth texture as a few chunks hung over the elastics. Travis hasn’t seen him with his hair down. He looked smaller in big sweatpants and a band shirt too.
“Travis?“ The boy‘s eyes snapped back to the mask in front of him. “So, algebra?“ Sal tilted his head a smidge. A small habit he picked up to better communicate what would otherwise be shown in his facial features. But it made Travis want to scream for a multitude of reasons as heat crept up his neck. “Obviously.“
Anyone else would‘ve told him to fix his tone or fuck off but Sal held open the door for him. It felt wrong but Travis took the invitation, rubbing his clammy hands on his pants. “Who is it?“, a deeper voice called and Travis almost jumped. He had to remind him this wasn‘t Kenneth. Mr Fisher wasn’t anything like his dad and he didn’t have to be on edge around the boy. “A friend“, Sal replied shortly, only getting an approving hum.
A friend. Did Sal see him as a friend? He couldn‘t dwell on it since he was pulled into the boy‘s bedroom that looked nothing like his. “Just sit anywhere.“ Sal wildly gestured into the room and Travis sat on the barely made bed as Sall dropped his books next to him.
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Travis felt like there was something breathing down his neck the entire time they sat on Sal‘s bed. His shirt collar felt like it was about to cinch his neck closed, the dangling cross necklace he kept under his shirt felt hot to the touch like it burned the shape of Jesus into his chest with every sinful thought that crossed his mind as Sal explained the most bland and unerotic subject.
“Travis?“ The boy almost choked on his own spit.
“Romans 1:26-27.“ Travis stumbled over his own words but the verse was engraved into his head after writing and reciting it for a month straight under the stern eye of his father. There was a briefe silence for a moment.
“What?“ Sal looked up from the book in his lap.
“What?“ Travis felt breathless as he stared back at Sal. “Nothing“, he quickly added before Sal could even say anything else. “Explain that again?“ But he didn‘t. Instead, Sal pushed the book off his thigh, still staring the boy down. “Did you really come here for algebra, dude?“ No. “Yes.“ Travis fiddled with the hem of his shirt, not knowing if it was anxiety, anger or just bile scratching against his stomach lining to crawl out of him.
When Sal didn‘t say anything else Travis just reached over the boys lap to take the book himself but there was already a hand pressing against his shoulder. Travis hissed as he pulled his arm back, making Sal pull back just as fast. They stared at each other for a moment before Sal‘s gaze darted to his shoulder. “You fell pretty hard on that door.“ Travis clenched his jaw. “Shut up, Fisher, and back the fuck up.“
The boy shook his head, scooting away an inch. “Listen, you can say no because I would too but I can at least get you ointment for that.“ Sal gestured to his back and shoulder and something in Travis just crumbles as he lets his hands drop into his lap, staring them down to not look at Sal. “Ok. If it gets you off my back you parasite.“
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Travis didn‘t plan this when he knocked on the apartment door. He expected to maybe stay 20 minutes before something would make him see red but all he saw was blue. Maybe he was cursed. All these years of plucking out the roots his father couldn’t reach were rendered worthless now that he sat on the rough carpet, holding his shirt up as Sal dug out the ointment.
How did he even get here? His heart beat in his throat when he felt a presence behind him. He felt the need to say something. He wanted to make it clear that this meant nothing to not make it weird but wouldn‘t that make it weirder? Wasn‘t this the same as his mother putting a bandaid on his cuts and whatever herbal mixture on his wounds? It wasn’t because he never felt the sick urge to kiss his mother.
“Ready?“, Sal asked, kneeling behind him with a glob of cool ointment on his index and middle finger. Fucking hell, why did he have to make it weird? He definitely had to say something now.
“It was my dad.“ Travis spoke fast enough to mutter his words but the long pause probably meant that Sal heard him anyway. He wanted to melt into the carpet, leave behind a stain on the boy‘s floor to annoy him just one last time. He didn‘t know what he expected him to say to that and he also didn‘t know why that was the thing he had to say. But Sal made it easy on him by just not answering at all. Instead, he dabbed the cream on the first bruise, making Travis inhale sharply but otherwise biting his tongue. Sal figured that Travis wanted to act tough by not showing that it hurt but actually, Travis didn‘t trust his voice under Sal‘s soft fingertips.
“Travis“, Sal spoke again. Travis wasn‘t sure if he hated the heavy silence more of the fact that Sal was the first to say something while he was rubbing little circles into his back. He didn‘t answer but that never held Sal back.
“Are you gay?“ His voice was so quiet that Travis wouldn‘t have heard it if they sat a little further apart but it had the same effect as screaming it for all of Nockfell to hear. Sal felt him tense up under his touch, already expecting him to jump up or at least yell at him. But neither of them did anything. Sal‘s fingers rested against the heating skin, feeling it rise with every ragged breath he managed to take. “Travis-“
“Fuck, Sal. What? Do you want me to tell you about the times my dad beat the gay out of me or do you prefer that time I wanted to kiss you in that gross fucking bathroom?“, the teen finally barked, letting his words sink in first before he hissed a quiet “shit“. The fingers on his back pulled away as Sal sat on his heels. “You wanted to kiss me?“, Sal repeated, slower than Travis but he just pressed the balls of his hands into his eyes until he saw shapes and felt like the pressure would crush his face. He heard Sal shuffle around the room, probably getting ready to throw him out like he should‘ve done a while ago. But the shuffling stopped in front of him and something told him not to look but cold hands were already on his wrists to peel his cramping hands from his face. Travis opened his eyes just in time to see that mask uncomfortably close but before he could say anything, there was an odd sensation on his lips with minimal pressure. Sal was kissing him and it snuffed the flame in his stomach for just a moment, allowing the torched butterflies to unfold their wings and fly high enough to even make his heart pump overtime. But the feeling was lost just as soon when Sal inched backwards, pulling his prosthetic back in place before Travis could even take any of this in.
“Sorry.“ Sal threw it into the room for Travis to interpret. But the gears in his head threatened to jump out of place already so he reached out to Sal who already flinched backwards, holding onto his mask. “You don‘t want that.“ Sal pushed his hand back a little. “How would you know?“ Travis furrowed his brows at him but he was thankful. He wasn‘t sure if he could take seeing the boy bare like that but he was craving that feeling his father tried to snuff so desperately.
Sal just shook his head as Travis inched closer. “I‘ll close my eyes.“ Now it was Sal‘s turn to hole up in silence, knowing that neither of them could handle the mask coming off. Something made him trust Travis‘ words as he opened the bottom clasp which was the cue for Travis to shut his eyes. He did and seconds later he felt Sal on him again. One hand clamping over his eyes just to make sure and the other fisting the front of his shirt.
This time Travis felt the cleft in Sal‘s lip and the scar tissue ripping up the soft skin. He leaned into the kiss. Where were his hands supposed to go? When Travis didn‘t find the answer his body moved on autopilot. One hand threaded through the surprisingly smooth strands as the other clung to the small of his back.
Travis should‘ve been grossed out by the drool pooling out of Sal‘s torn lip but he wasn‘t. He should be grossed out by Sal being a boy but he wasn‘t. When Sal pulled back he kept his hand over Travis‘ eyes while the other wiped the spit off his chin. The kiss alone was enough to patch up his murky fabric with bright blue strings that dominated the colors his father painted him in. Travis didn‘t know what would happen after high school. Hell, he didn‘t even know what would be tomorrow. But he didn‘t want the bright fibers to unravel him again.
A knock on the door startled both of them, making Sal pull his arm away and Travis rapidly blinking. He didn‘t notice the mangled face first as the unruly blue caught his eye. His hand did that. His heart beat in his throat again as he overheard Sal‘s father say something and Sal shooting a hum of agreement back. His prosthetic was already on his face again before Travis could catch anything besides the scar tissue crawling up his jaw and chin before splitting his lips and exposing teeth and gum.
Maybe blue was his favorite color.
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