#we’ll see what else I can fit in it not sure how much exactly

[peachypicture]

thinking about getting one of those window sized hydroponic grow systems. just big enough I can grow some fresh herbs. the warm weather is making me impatient to start gardening lol

#Amazon has a small one for just 40 bucks #thinking of maybe growing some parsley chives and basil #we’ll see what else I can fit in it not sure how much exactly

[ponderingmoonlight]

Megumi losing his will to carry on until (y/n) shows up

Pairing: Megumi x reader

Word Count: 1,5k

Synopsis: Megumi can't take it anymore. All the death, the grief, the misery he caused. He'll never forgive himself for losing you...But are you really dead?

Warnings: THIS CONTAINS SPOILERS! but more in a really decent way, like I actually think if you have no idea of the manga you don't get that these are spoilers lol, HEAVY angst but also comfort, poor Megumi is at his lowest so TW if that offends you

I know I promised you a Sukuna fic it technically is and I will serve, but this basically wrote itself so I hope you like this as well hehe

Take a deep breath in and out, calm your tingling nerves, allow your feet to walk at normal pace. You waited so long for this moment, recovered from your endless injuries Sukuna conflicted on your body and soul. It took Shoko forever to stitch you up again, to make you look like a human being again. But there you go, walking on your very own legs, to finally see the true love of your life again.

When was the last time you spoke to him? Oh, you remember it exactly.

“I’m scared. Scared of what will happen, scared about the things we’ll lost…”

“Hey, you’ll never lose me, okay? I will always stay by your side.”

Little did both of you know he’ll break that promise a few weeks later and that he won’t return to your side for over a year. How hard you fought, how desperately you tried to stand a chance against Sukuna – only to get thrown out of life yourself.

“Are you sure you can handle this, that you are fit enough?”, Yuji questioned with his hand resting on your shoulder.

“You know you don’t have to-“

“This might be the only chance to get him back, right?”

Yuji smiled at you with that pained expression on his face you saw countless times these last months.

“Yuta and I think it might work. After all, everyone knows how much you mean to him.”

You clench your hands into fists. There is no doubt in the fact that Megumi Fushiguro is still in there, that he is still the boy you know and adore with all your heart. Even if it means you’ll get attacked again, even if it might end your life, you’ll have to try.

-Megumi-

Megumi’s body doesn’t move an inch, lifeless eyes staring into nothing but darkness. What time is it? He couldn’t care less. No, time doesn’t make any sense right now. Not when he lost everyone he loved. His family, his friends, his self-control. You.

His heart stings immediately. Oh, your gorgeous face hunts him down like nothing else. The way you talked, the way you laughed. The way you looked at him with widened eyes when your lifeless body fell to the ground, the way your blood pooled around his brown shoes.

Why? Why didn’t you listen to him when he told you earlier to stay away from Sukuna? Why did you decide to show up anyway, without Yuji or Yuta by your side? There was absolutely nothing he could do to save you.

Just like his sister.

Just like Gojo-sensei.

Just like everyone else.

It seems unreal to him. Unreal that he’s the one still alive, that all these people lost their lives through his very own hands. Oh, he’ll never forget the way you cared for his sister, your dumb inside jokes with Gojo. He’ll never forget the way you held his hand that one night, how your soft smile outshone the heavy moonlight.

“Don’t worry Megumi, everything will turn out alright eventually!”

Oh, how wrong you were. How awful these words make his guts turn, how desperately he wants to close his eyes forever.

No, you didn’t deserve your fate. Everyone didn’t deserve their fates. But he? He deserves nothing but death.

Nothing but emptiness.

Nothing but darkness.

“Megumi.”

Is he hallucinating again? Is your voice hunting him down like it always does? It sounds so clear, near to reach. As if he could open his eyes, stretch out his hands and-

“Megumi.”

Again.

His skin suddenly starts to feel warm, as if someone touches his arm. Impossible, no one should be here, it’s just him in this prison that never ends-

“Hey, I’m here. It’s me, (y/n).”

“(y/n)?”

That name. That gorgeous name he adores to the moon and back, that last name that saved him from giving up until you died in front of his eyes.

“Hey, it’s been a while.”

“You’re dead.”

That voice sounds so unknown, so far away that you flinch for a second. Is this really Megumi and not just a cheap copy of him? You swallow hard, desperately try to contain your emotions. Oh, how much you longed for this moment, to finally hold the love of your life again. But on the other hand, you can’t take the sight in front of you. Him laying curled up on the cold floor, face showing absolutely no emotion.

You shake your head. No, you have to be strong right now. If not for yourself, then for him.

“Open your eyes, silly. I’m right here”, you reply.

Gently, you cup his cheek with your hand the way he always secretly adored. This just has to work, you need to get him back.

He hesitates for a moment, breath stuck in his throat. Is this really you or just his own sorrow reminding him of the things he’s done? But what…

He opens his eyes.

His gaze finds yours.

Time stands still.

“I missed you, cutie patootie.”

Reality hits him with full force. This might be a cruel trick, a hallucination. But that nickname was always a little secret between both of you, how you called him in private. No one except you knows about it. No one except you looks at him with so much love gleaming in their eyes. No one except…

“(y/n)”, he breathes out.

“I know you think I’m dead but…I made it, Megumi. I never gave up hope to see you again.”

You can’t hold back the waterfall of tears that now streams down your cheeks, eyes holding onto his gorgeous face for dear life, afraid to lose him all over again.

“(y/n).”

And for the first time since you know him, his eyes get watery to the point where they overflow with tears, the salty stream getting caught in your hands.

“(y/n)”, he whimpers again.

“Don’t feel sorry for what happened. It wasn’t you but him. I don’t blame you”, you blurt out immediately.

“(y/n)!”

Faster than you’re able to comprehend what’s happening, he wraps his longing arms around you, presses you so close that your lungs refuse their service for a second.

“I thought you’re dead. I thought…I killed you.”

The sheer agony in his voice forms a painful lump in your throat. Oh poor Megumi…He doesn’t deserve to feel this way, doesn’t deserve to hold all these horrible memories. How much you’d wish you could simply take his pain away, could make him forget what happened.

But all you’re able to do is holding him tightly.

“You would never harm a single hair on my body-“

“But I did!”, he screams.

“I hurt you! I almost killed you! Just like Gojo-sensei, just like Tsumiki!”

His voice breaks, a dry whimper escapes his lips.

“I…I can’t do this anymore. I can’t hurt another soul. I don’t wanna li-“

“Stop right there.”

Desperately, you force him to look into your reddened eyes.

“This wasn’t you, Megumi. Did you hear me? No one ever thought it was you. We loved you, we missed you, we want you back. When Shoko stitched me up, all I was able to think about was you. Fuck that shitty jujutsu world we’re living in, fuck all the curses and monsters and humans. Think about us, Megumi. Think about what you told me back then, that you’ll always stay by my side. Because that’s were I need you, this is why I love you more than anything else. In my eyes, you’ll never be anything apart from Megumi Fushiguro!”

Without thinking twice, you press your despairing lips against his, taste the salty tears of him and you that mixed on each other’s faces. His arms wrap themselves around your back and waist, hold you into place while you get lost against the lips you know so well but yet not at all. Megumi just needs to come back to you, needs to find his willpower again.

“I need you”, you mutter against his mouth.

“I love you.”

The agony radiating from his voice becomes almost unbearable, lets you hold onto his neck even tighter. No, Megumi didn’t deserve what happened to him. He didn’t deserve to see his loved ones die right before his eyes. He didn’t deserve all the things he’s been through. But this right here, this is just right.

This is a reason to hold on, right?

“Promise me you won’t give up”, you urge.

“Promise me you’ll give yourself the chance to heal, that you’ll stand with me and Yuji and the others. Just promise that you’ll come back.”

“I swore to myself not to be a burden to this world anymore, that I’m done with my pathetic life, that I deserve to die. But you’re alive, you’re lying in my arms…And now I’m too selfish to do that.”

Again, he caresses your lips with his in the gentlest way while his arms hold you in place.

“If I’m not able to look at myself in the mirror, I’m able to look at you.”

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[dabislittlemouse]

tainted angel 🪽 (pt.2)

PART 1 // PART 3 // PART 4

ෆ DABI X HAWKS’ LITTLE SISTER

ෆ cw: Dabi being a flirt and a pervert, corruption kink, smut and dubcon incoming

“So.. Dabi”

A red feather quickly finds itself on my neck, its sharp point pressing against my pulse.

“Let’s start by telling me what the hell you’re doing here. And being friendly with my sister, out of all people” Hawks asks sternly and I can’t help the grin on my face. He is fuming and I’m living for it.

“Hey now, you’re being rude” I rasp out, faking a hurt expression. “Is this how you treat your friend?”

“Enough with games. We’re no friends and you know it. How did you find this place? I swear if you hurt any of the-”

“Chill birdie..” I interrupt him, rolling my eyes. “I’d appreciate first if you got this feather off me. Before I burn it down, that won’t be fun for ya, will it? The little angel inside told me how sensitive feathers can be, even when they’re off your back. Really interesting.. ”

Hawks swallows and removes the feather, letting out a deep breath and trying to calm himself down. Probably mentally cursing his dumb little sister for spilling so much information to a man like me.

“To cut things short I tried to find some information on my own, cause see, I don’t really trust ya, hero. I’m sure you’ve been doing the same behind our backs, searching information regarding any villain in our squad”

Hawks chuckles, clearly a forced one. I’m one second away from blasting flames on his face.

“Come on Dabi.. you’re way too paranoid. After I’ve proven myself loyal to the cause multiple times? It’s kinda unfair don’t you think? Other members of the liberation haven’t gone through such intense stuff so you could trust them. But you still think I’m suspicious.”

“We’ll see about that when the time comes.” The smug smile fades off my face, seriousness replacing it. He needs to know he can’t fool anyone, not me at least.

“It wasn’t hard to find out information about you. But of course finding out that you got an angelic sister was the cherry on top of it all! All sweet and nice to savour~”

Now Hawks was the serious one here.

Ouch, struck a nerve there?

“Listen here, and listen well. I’m all in to help you guys achieve this cause and join forces, but I want you to stay out of my life. Away from my family, you’re going too far Dabi” he growls, approaching closer, while I stand there looking down on him. He really is shorter than me, such disadvantage.

“Tch, you really think I’m gonna hurt em?”

“Who knows, will you?” he replies, golden irises focused on my teal ones.

“I won’t hero, that’s all about it” I smirk, stuffing my hands in the pockets of my jacket. “If you’re fully loyal to us and to the cause, then why so paranoid? Why so scared? I would never harm someone who is loyal, or their family for that matter. I’m not that fucking stupid”

I let my words sink in and the hero stays silent for a while. This is all a game and I know exactly how it’s gonna go. Especially now that I got myself a little gem, Hawks is going to think twice before doing anything funny.

“Alright, all I’m saying is, do not involve her or anyone else in this. She is neither a hero nor a villain, let her live her normal life and don’t mess it up. She doesn’t know who you are, nor my association with the League. I’d rather kept this all hidden for both of our sakes, won’t be beneficial if the word gets out”

“Y’got it” I click my tongue, fully aware that I will do the opposite. I didn’t have time to have further conversations with my angel. Besides from being a sight for sore eyes, I want to know all the thoughts in that brain of hers. What goes through her mind, her opinions on different topics, what does she think of hero society? Does she have her own ideologies and beliefs? For sure she is not just a brainless doll who does nothing but sit pretty all day.

Still, even if that’s the case, I will use her whoever I see fit. Been a long time since I had some real fun, and having a brainless little doll sitting nicely on my cock sounds just about right.

Fuck, thinking such nasty thoughts when her brother is right in front of me.

Little does he know that I got her number.

*2 days later*

As I head back to ReDestro’s mansion, familiar voices of my comrades fill my ears the moment I step inside.

“Hey Dabi, where have you been dude? You can’t keep ignoring your duties as a lieutenant!” Twice says.

“Don’t worry about that Twice” I sigh, ignoring his gaze and heading upstairs to my room.

Though it’s not that easy to escape their interrogation the moment that psycho sticks her nose in my business. Fuckin’ great.

“Mmmm, do you smell this?” Toga asks Twice as she comes closer to me. “Such a sweet pleasant scent~ can’t believe it’s coming from you out of all people, Dabi”

Ouch.

“And what do you mean by that?” I raise an eyebrow, annoyance clear on my face. “Careful with your words psycho.”

“Ahh no didn’t mean it in a bad way! Usually you just smell like cigarettes.” she giggles, then her eyes widen in realisation. “Wait, don’t tell me you are seeing someone?”

“Dabi seeing someone?” Spinner says from the other side of the room, Compress turning his head as well.

Yep, that’s my cue to leave.

“Hey Dabi don’t ignore me!!” Toga pouts. “Tell me is it a girl? Who is she? She smells so sweet!”

Damn it angel, the trouble you already got me in.

“None of your goddamn business.” I say sternly, though I can’t help the small grin on my face. That’s all it takes for the little psycho to blush and squirm in excitement. God knows what kind of romantic crap she’ll be daydreaming from now on.

Laying down on my bed, I let out a sigh and grab my burner phone. It’s strange though, how I’ve always been chasing my goals and dreaming of revenge, my mind focused nowhere but only on the hatred burning deep inside of my core.

My only goal was to bring down this society built on false heroes, but as my eyes laid on her, it was like a ray of sunshine swept through the dark clouds in my life. I never gave a fuck about having fun around with women, I’ve been focused on more important things to let distractions take over me.

But when it comes to her, I am a depraved man.

I dial her number, and patiently wait for her to pick it up.

“Hello?” she answers with a sweet voice that has me biting my lip already.

“Hey angel~”

She paused, her breathing changed. Bet she’s blushing the moment she recognises my voice and the nickname I gave her that day.

“Dabi?” she replies, her voice a tone higher, clearly filled with excitement.

“That’s right” I grin. “Kinda missed your pretty ass you know?”

“Missed me?” she giggles. “We literally met just two days ago, how could you miss someone you met for the first time?”

“Got no idea, you sure you don’t have some kind of seducing quirk? That scent of yours been lingering on me for too long. Anyway, I hope Hawks didn’t make a big fuss that day, angel”

I remove my jacket and shirt off, feeling hot and bothered already.

“He is very overprotective sometimes, it’s annoying” she replies. I can already imagine her cute pouty face.

“That’s how big brothers are, way too overprotective of their little sisters. Can’t really blame ‘em”

My mind suddenly goes to Fuyumi. Was I overprotective of her too? Can’t remember.

“Princess.. you got any plans tonight?” I whisper.

“Mm not really” she mumbles. “Why? You wanna visit me again?”

“Why not?” I smirk. “Seems like you enjoyed my presence that day”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself. I just want to make sure guests feel comfortable that’s all” she snaps back, but I know too well that’s a lie.

Before I can say something back, I notice the bulge in my jeans growing.

Shit. All it took was her voice.

Lazily I unzip my pants, while I let her talk.

“Tell me angel, you already got a man in your life? Didn’t get the chance to ask earlier..”

“If I had a man, I wouldn’t be talking to you right now” she says, I can hear the teasing smile in her voice.

“Is that so? You that loyal huh? Such good girl” I say as my hand lazily strokes my cock.

A soft gasp leaves her mouth at the praise and I squeeze myself slightly, precum already leaking down my shaft.

“W-Well, that’s how everyone should be” she continues. “But to answer your question no, I don’t have anyone”

Even if you had, they wouldn’t live to see the next day.

“And in the past? For sure a gorgeous thing like you has both men and women salivating”

My mind goes on her swollen tits and soft thighs, my breathing gets harder. That plump lower lip of hers..

“N-None of the sort. I don’t have much experience in relationships” she says shyly. This grabs my attention, little angel is inexperienced. My cock throbs in my hand, I swear if I keep edging myself like this-

“Ngh- Y’gotta elaborate on that sweetheart” I manage to reply. “Y’never kissed someone, been intimate and stuff like that?”

“I’ve had my first kiss but- whenever I tried to go further I just couldn’t..” I can feel her breathing get irregular again.

My chest gets heavier as I edge myself at her voice, my hands moving faster, the tip of my head red and swollen, begging to be stuffed inside that sweet cunt of hers. Just the mere thought of it has me salivating, abusing her pretty hole until her voice goes sore from screaming and her eyes puffy from crying. The metallic piercings decorating my shaft heat up, making the feeling more tense as I reach my high. Like a drug, her voice is sending me over the edge

“Umm Dabi, you still there? You alright? W-what’s going on?”

“Mmhm yeah. M’still here-fuck” I let out a grunt, trying my best to keep quiet as I bust on my hand. Hot thick cum coating all my fingers, and I can’t help but think what a waste this all was. I could’ve filled her up to the brim with this.

She swallows nervously. “Anyway I think it’s time for me to sleep. It’s getting late. We can meet another time”

“Yeah sure thing” I say, trying to catch my breath after that orgasm. “Sweet dreams, doll”

After she hangs up, I look at the mess on my hand. So filthy. And for some reason I do not feel ashamed of this behaviour. Probably for the fact I’ve made my mind up that she is mine, so I can do whatever the fuck I please.

And with that being said, I decide to pay the sleeping beauty a little visit tonight.

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[dokk-fukuro]

On Call. Pt.1

Characters: Dazai Osamu, Nakahara Chuuya Minors DNI

TW: clit play, lingerie, sexting, dirty talk, afab reader

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Dazai uses phone sex as one of the ways to tease you but keep you from getting what you want. Oh, this bastard has a good tongue. With absolute calmness, he can maintain a frank conversation with you for a long time period.

“I decided to find out how the day is going with the conqueror of my heart,” Osamu coos, left alone in the agency. “Just remembering how you arch your back under me last night. And your moans... Just angelic singing to my ears, and you know me, I'm picky in my choice of music.”

He knows that you are a little embarrassed by his words, but even the thoughts in your head will not allow to stop. Instead, the young man will continue to tease you.

“I can't stop thinking about how beautiful you are when you're in seventh heaven. I’d be very happy to sit you on the table now, pull off your clothes and kiss your skin,” his voice becomes a little quieter, lowers by half an octave and takes on that very seductive husky that drives you crazy. “Get down on my knees in front of you and put my face to your pussy. I bet you already imagine it. Come on, bella, let me hear how wet you are.”

And you really obediently pull off your panties, spread your legs and run your fingers along your wet cunt, collecting moisture on it, hearing a satisfied humming from the other side. Dazai is glad to hear that you are so ready for him.

“I want you to wrap your legs around me while I sink my tongue inside.” You bite your lip, drawing circles around your clit, sometimes pressing on it. “Come on, love, let me hear your voice. Like our last night when I was so deep inside you.”

And you really can't hold back a moan. The bundle of nerves only becomes more sensitive, and every touch to it makes your body shiver a little. You put inside your fingers under his languid exhalation and start to move it. You squirm and shake, when all of a sudden...

“Oh, Belladonna, I have to go now, time waits for no one,” and Osamu leaves you alone with your arousal.

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When it comes to slutty phone calls, it's not Nakahara that starts it, it's your antics. One day, deciding to tease him, you send him a photo in the fitting room. You are wearing only a set of underwear and an innocent signature “Do you think it suits me?”. What a naughty girl are you. Chuuya takes some time to come up with the most compelling reason why he should leave the meeting room.

“What the hell are you doing?” The red-haired esper hisses through gritted teeth. No, your body does not embarrass him, he is used to your unsurpassed beauty, but the last thing he wants is for someone else to see it. You just innocently coo that you wanted to know his opinion, because “he should pull this underwear off you.”

Whatever you say, Chuuya has problems with self-control. He doesn't need too much to get turned on.

“You wanted to know my opinion, right?” Nakahara smirks unkindly, and you can feel it on your skin. Chills and a herd of goosebumps literally run through your neck. “My opinion is this: my naughty girl wants me to fuck her so that she can barely stands. Choose, doll: we’ll fuck on the table, on the couch, on the bed or on the floor? For such a trick, you will have to try very hard so that I let you cum.”

When he is on edge, you can say exactly and for sure only one thing: Chuuya doesn’t throw words into the wind. And the understanding that he may well take you from the doorway as soon as he comes home makes you bring your legs together. You are already turned on by how aggressive the redhead is in his expressions. And from his heavy breathing, only two things can be stated: he is now alone with himself, and he is trying to calm down his boner in order to recoup on you upon his return.

"So what, doll? I can't hear your answer,” Chuuya almost growls, squeezing his hard cock through the fabric of his tight pants. “Or do you want me to push you against the wall while I thrust into you from behind? The sooner you answer, the better for you.”

Looks like you're really in big trouble.

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[the-way-of-words]

Mouthful

Nicholas Ruffilo x Joakim "Jolly" Karlsson x Noah Sebastian

Content warnings: oral sex (m receiving), hand jobs, come swallowing, (slight) come play

Contains sexual situations between fictionalized versions of real people. This isn't real, none of this happened. But feel free to hit the back button if this isn't your thing.

<Summary> Noah teaches Jolly how to suck a dick.

thanks to @rottingfern for giving this a look through and catching my mistakes.

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Masterlist

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The hands in Jolly’s hair are gentle, as is the voice coaxing him on as he closes his mouth over the head of Nicholas’s cock. 

“There we go.” Noah praises in his ear just as Nicholas groans. “That's it. Just focus on the head a little, run your tongue right under his tip…” He does as Noah says, slipping his tongue across the ridge along the bottom of Nick’s cockhead. Nick’s breath catches and his hips shift as Noah chuckles darkly beside him, “Yeah, see, he likes that.”

“Shit,” Nick gasps, and the word goes straight to his groin. His fingers flex in Jolly’s hair for a second before he lets go, sliding backwards through the strands in apology.

Noah’s chest is warm against his back as he moves closer with a hum. “Good, good,” he coos, “do you want to try taking a little more?” 

Jolly nods as well as he’s able to, relaxing his jaw a little when Noah tells him to as he glides his mouth farther down Nicholas’s shaft. He can feel Noah’s burning gaze as he tries to meet his lips with the hand he has curled about the base of Nick’s cock. His eyes water, but he keeps going, trying to fit as much as he can until it becomes too much and he coughs, dropping Nick from his mouth as he pulls back spluttering. 

“Hey, you good?” Noah’s hand is warm, comforting, on his back and Jolly nods as he catches his breath. “Nick likes the back of the throat, but let’s warm up to that okay? We’ll get you there, promise.”

This is a newer side of Noah that Jolly’s never had directed at him before. This gentle, soft side of Noah that’s usually reserved for Nick alone. His chest feels heavy, as something he’s not ready to think about settles warm in his bones and adds to the arousal pooling in his gut. 

Jolly clears his throat, hoping his face isn’t as flushed as it feels, gesturing back to Nicholas. “Can I?” 

Noah’s beaming smile is blinding. “You don't have to ask if you want to keep going,” he says with a shrug, “because I'm sure that's exactly what Nick wants.” 

The man in question’s hands dig into his own thighs, eyes pleading as he whispers, “Please.”

Those same hands cling to him desperately as Jolly takes him into his mouth again, and it’s not as intimidating this time, now that he kind of knows what to do. He tries to think about how he likes it; letting his hand follow his mouth to jerk Nicholas as his head bobs up and down. 

Pride swells in his chest when Nick’s hips kick up minutely followed by Noah’s sultry laugh. 

“You’re a fast learner aren’t you?” His friend asks, and Jolly can’t do anything but blush because even if he knew how to respond, he really doesn’t want to let Nick out of his mouth long enough to do so. So he nods instead, letting himself get lost in the way Nicholas’s breath catches when he moves his tongue around his shaft every time he pulls back, trying to take more with every pass. 

He understands now why Noah is so willing to get on his knees for him. Why he eagerly pulls Nicholas away whenever they have the time, just to get his mouth around him, because even though his jaw is starting to ache and he can feel the tears leaking from his eyes, he realizes he doesn’t want to be anywhere else. 

“You’re doing such a good job,” Noah croons, wiping away a stray tear from the corner of his eye, “he’s a lot to take, I know, but you’re doing so good. Isn’t he, Nick?” 

“I -” Nicholas grunts, mumbling a mess of words so jumbled together, Jolly can’t even begin to decipher. 

“Mmm look at that.” Noah murmurs, “You’re doing such a good job, he can’t even speak.” The flush on his face grows, spreading to his neck, and farther down to his chest when he feels Noah’s long fingers slither down to his lap. They slip under the waistband of his sweatpants, searching until they find the gap in his boxer briefs and he groans when the soft skin of Noah’s palm runs over the sensitive head of his cock. 

It’s almost too much. 

He pauses, keeping his hand tight around Nick’s shaft when he pulls his mouth off, slowly jerking him as he tries to get himself under control. But Noah doesn’t make it easy. He hooks his chin over Jolly’s shoulder as he pulls his cock free from his sweats. The kiss of cool air against him makes him hiss, eyes slipping closed as his head falls back to rest against Noah’s shoulder.

“He’s close, you know,” Noah whispers into the shell of his ear. “It won’t take much at all to get him there.” Even through his lust-addled brain, Jolly knows what Noah’s implying, and he finds himself nodding along in agreement. “You finish him off, and I’ll finish you off, how does that sound? Good?”

The hand stroking him disappears, but not before a thumb swipes across his tip, and he opens his eyes just in time to see Noah’s tongue sweep across the pad. His own dick kicks, aching at the sight, and Jolly’s pretty sure his swallow is audible before he turns his attention back to Nicholas. 

Strangled whimpers and bitten off curses fall from his mouth as Jolly massages his shaft with the flat of his tongue, hollowing his cheeks. A hand settles on the back of his head, fingers weaving through his hair, finding purchase and tugging enough to guide his eyes upward. 

“This is always my favorite part.” Noah says, “He’s always so pretty when he cums, I’d hate for you to miss it.” 

When Nick’s half-lidded gaze meets his, Jolly can’t help but think how right Noah is. Especially when the man’s eyes roll skyward, a choked cry falling from his lips, eyes rolling skyward as his release floods into Jolly’s mouth. 

Jolly thinks back to all the girls he’s been with, how most of them have swallowed him down with ease, and he tries. Tries to emulate them and swallow what Nick’s giving him, but he can’t. Not all of it, anyway. Nicholas slips from his mouth, still twitching, pearlescent beads gathering at his slit and as he thinks about going back to finish the job, Noah’s there, leaning forward to wrap his own lips around Nick. 

Jolly’s stuck, unable to do anything but watch as Noah licks and sucks everything he left behind, groaning as if Nick is the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted. It’s mesmerizing, so much so that he’s taken by surprise when Noah turns back to him and crashes their mouths together. 

Noah’s tongue sweeps into his mouth, bringing with it the salty tang of Nicholas’s release. He pulls away, briefly, to spit in his palm, before closing his hand around Jolly’s aching cock, jerking him with quick, harsh strokes. Jolly’s fairly certain it’s the roughest anyone has ever been with him and every pull of Noah’s hand drives him closer to the edge.

“I’m… I’m gonna--” 

Noah’s forehead presses against his temple, breath fanning across his face. “Yeah?” Jolly nods, face screwing up, moaning as his gaze slips down to where Noah’s working his cock. “C’mon man,” Noah coaxes, “let me have it.” 

He does as he’s asked, closing his eyes against the tide as his orgasm rips through his body and he ruts into Noah’s fist, chasing every bit of ecstasy until he has nothing left. Spots dance across his vision and his ears ring, his spent cock twitching in a valiant attempt to harden again as he watches Noah fingers disappear into his mouth one by one, until they're clean. The look on the other man's face is fond as he tucks Jolly back into his sweatpants before kissing him softly. 

The tender touch makes Jolly's insides warm, as does the hand that settles on his shoulder.

“Now that was almost as hot as getting my dick sucked.” Nick interrupts, pulling his attention from Noah with a soft hold on his chin. 

For the first time of the night, self doubt creeps in and he has to ask. “It, uh, it was okay, right?”

“Dude, are you joking?” Nick asks with a laugh, quirking his eyebrow. “That was amazing… and I wouldn’t say no if you ever wanted to try again. In fact, I don’t think Noah would either.”

“But for now,” Nick slips to his knees, fisting a hand in Noah’s shirt to pull him in for a quick dirty kiss and Jolly wonders if Nick can taste him in Noah’s mouth. “Mmm,” he hums when they part, licking his lips, looking over his shoulder at Jolly as he pushes Noah to his back. “You’re more than welcome to watch how I do it.” 

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[coraniaid]

The thing I find frustrating about Dead Man’s Party is that it’s almost a very good episode.  In fact for the first thirty or so minutes I’d argue that it actually is a very good episode.

As with Anne, there’s been a definite jump in production standards compared to the first two seasons.  Things look really good this season.  And there are lots of nice individual moments to this episode, most of them involving Giles.  That minute when he’s alone in the kitchen, where you can see how relieved he is to have Buffy back, before he visibly makes an effort to compose himself again.  Hotwiring his own car to escape a zombie outbreak.  “Do you like my mask?  Isn’t it pretty?  It raises the dead.  Americans!”  Threatening Snyder at the end to make him accept Buffy back in school. (Principal Snyder’s great in this episode too, actually.)  

And – although I’m pretty sure this is the last we’ll ever hear of it – learning that one of Willow’s first forays into magic over the summer involved an unsuccessful attempt to “communicate with the spirit world” does fit in nicely with the popular fandom take that Willow got into magic, in part, because of how much she missed Jenny Calendar. I mean, who exactly in the spirit world are we meant to assume Willow was trying to contact, anyway? And I like the spooky dream sequence with Buffy wandering a deserted high school. I like the little ominous dropped hints about the Mayor.

Plus, as a big fan of accidental foreshadowing, I think it’s neat that only a few seconds after trying to tell Buffy how important magic is to her now Willow cheerfully says [admittedly about something else entirely] that “it’s like a drug!”.  I even enjoy the monster of the week plot – as metaphors go it’s not subtle, but thirty-six episodes into the series we probably shouldn’t be expecting subtle.  Why would the writers start now?

But then there’s the last fifteen minutes.  Or, really, just two pivotal scenes in those last fifteen minutes.  This is the part that I’d struggle to argue is very good.  Or even to argue isn’t very bad.  And unfortunately I think the whole episode stands or falls on the strength (or otherwise) of these scenes.  They’re the foundation on which the whole episode rests.  And they don’t work for me at all.

Now, granted, it definitely makes sense that things between Buffy and her friends and family would be strained after she gets back.  She’s been gone for months, she never wrote or called any of them, and we saw just last episode how much they all missed her.   Having things be tense and weird and uncomfortable was absolutely the right choice for this episode.  That’s part of why the first thirty minutes work in the first place.

The problem, I think, is that there’s a disconnect between the arguments and events the episode shows us happening and the conclusions it seems to want us to come to.  Yes, it makes sense that things are weird and uncomfortable, but the episode comes down very heavily in favor of the idea that Buffy was somehow uniquely in the wrong for running away from town last season and needs to tell everyone how sorry she is, even though what it actually shows us is a Buffy who is desperately trying to get back in touch with her friends after the worst few months of her life while they make no effort to reciprocate, deliberately make plans to avoid talking to her, gossip about her behind her behind her back, and … well, be Xander. 

(I still do think Buffy and Xander’s friendship over the course of the show is really well done and really important, but on the basis of this episode alone I don’t understand why Buffy even lets him speak to her.  Why exactly is he being written as her disappointed step-dad in this episode?)

Granted, Buffy is not entirely blameless here.  At the start of the episode, she’s the one to shut down the others’ first efforts to talk about where she’s been for the past three months (although, equally, they’re all very quick to give up on those efforts once they’ve been rebuffed).  And she does keep telling people they “wouldn’t understand” what she’s been through while clearly expecting them to do exactly that.  And you can see why Willow and Joyce would be upset by finding Buffy in her room packing to leave again; it’s a good bit of characterisation that they’re both united in being glad she’s back while struggling with how to show it and secretly terrified she’s not going to stay. 

But I don’t think it’s possible to watch the big argument just before the zombies break in and think that Buffy herself is the only one who is in the wrong here and that she’s the one who needs to apologize, or that Willow is the one “being a grown-up” and  demonstrating “moral superiority”. And yet that seems to be exactly the position that the final scene of the episode tells us we’re meant to accept: Buffy did something wrong, we’re told, and Willow is within her rights as the wronged party to tease her about it a bit, so Buffy has to sit there and “take her lumps”.

Even though I don’t believe this was the case, it almost feels like these two scenes were written by two different people: that the big argument in the party was written by one person, perhaps assuming that it was going to turn out that Buffy’s friends were being influenced by the mysterious evil mask and so didn’t really have to stay completely in character for this scene, and that the closing scene was written by somebody who only heard the vaguest outline of what happened earlier in the episode but has been assured that Buffy needed to apologize about it.

Neither of the scenes really works in isolation, but taken together they are almost incoherent.  And as I said at the start, what’s infuriating is that this was so close to being a very good episode.  I think the problems with both these scenes are really easy to fix!  

This is the time Buffy should have brought up Xander’s Lie – instead of just standing there when Xander smugly tells her that “most girls don’t hop on a Greyhound over boy troubles”, have her point out that she had to kill her boyfriend, and that Xander (and, as far as Buffy knows, Willow too!) were cheering her on to do it the whole time.  As it is, the whole episode passes by without anyone talking about Angel’s fate at all, which is just really odd.  They don’t even ask if he’s alive! For all they know, he got his soul back and he’s going to show up at the party they’re planning!

And while you’re rewriting this scene, you should make the fight as a whole a little bit less one-sided! Maybe have Buffy say some things she should actually apologize for (beyond snapping at Cordelia a little bit).  Let her be mean!  We’ve seen this side of her before, after all.  Let her be angry!  And let the rest of the group argue amongst themselves a bit more, rather than just having everyone team up against Buffy (no, Cordelia’s attempt to put herself into Buffy’s shoes hardly counts).  Have Willow be horrified to learn that Xander didn’t pass on her message back in Becoming.  Have Xander be appalled to find out that Joyce told Buffy not to come back.  (Are we really meant to think that Xander, whose own family has already implied to be less than stellar if not explicitly abusive, would just be okay with that?)  Make Cordelia’s defense of Buffy a little bit less hollow and insulting.  Give Oz something substantial to do!  (Spoiler warning: the writers will never give Oz anything substantial to do.)  Have Buffy’s return cause long-standing tension in the group to boil over more generally, rather than just having everyone treat Buffy awfully in her own home and then be indignant that she’s not thrilled to be back.

And there’s absolutely nothing wrong with Buffy apologizing for not being around for Willow over the summer at the end of the episode.  I think she pretty much has to, actually.  And I do think that Willow’s “I didn’t have anyone to talk to [..] and you were my best friend” moment is well done, although again it’s slightly incongruous that Willow thinks her own “serious dating” problems are as important as the fact that Buffy had to send her boyfriend to hell.  But the stuff about Willow enjoying being a grown-up and reveling in her “moral superiority?”?  Nothing we see in the episode supports this at all!  Willow was being at least as childish as Buffy.  Cut that line out and just have Willow apologize too!  Let her acknowledge that standing Buffy up earlier wasn’t great, and that the surprise hootenanny might not have been a good idea!  Have her commiserate with her friend about losing Angel, maybe even have her apologize for the fact her spell didn’t work (because you probably want to set up the reveal next episode that it did).  Then, if you want to, you can go into the trading mock-insults bit (although, honestly, some of them … don’t seem to make any sense?  Why is Buffy calling Willow a tramp, exactly? How does that follow from the previous conversation at all?)

Couple more thoughts:

As much as I don’t think the big argument scene itself works, I love the fact that kids start slipping out of the door as soon as Buffy tells her mother that “you found out who I really was and you couldn’t deal.”  I hope at least some of them survived the zombies waiting right outside.

Early in the episode, Joyce calls Buffy “a superhero” then nervously asks “is that the right term?  It’s not offensive, is it?”  Back in Becoming, she questioned if Buffy had “tried not being a slayer” and wondered if the problem was that Buffy “didn’t have a strong father figure”.  Next episode she will assure Buffy that she’s tried to march in “the Slayer Pride Parade”.  It’s good to know that, as per the creator of the show, all these various lines mean nothing and have no significance or deeper subtext.

Notwithstanding what I’ve said in the past about the increasingly predictable fates of middle-aged women on this show and despite the fact I really like the idea of Joyce having any friends, Pat is genuinely a horrible person and it’s really hard not to be glad that she dies.  Personally, I think Buffy should’ve gotten to hit her with a shovel even before the whole demonic possession thing happened.

I liked the zombie cat.

#btvs #buffy rewatch 2023

[hotdwarf]

What do i call you

You should’ve just listened to your sister when she warned you about going out with someone in the same friend group as you, she did tell you about the awkwardness that came with the potential breakup. You didn’t of course but if you had you probably wouldn’t be in this situation now. 

You prep yourself as you’re about to enter your classroom. You look like you’re about to face the greatest challenge of your life when really you just have to enter and sit next to hajime instead of him. Nothing complicated right? 

But it was, especially when he seemed so unbothered by your breakup, sure, there had been the summer vacation in between but still couldn’t he at least look a bit down. In a burst of anger you entered the classroom claiming the spot between hajime and makki. They all greeted you except tooru of course… 

Tooru? The name tastes familiar in your mouth but it definitely has a sour taste now. Should you really be calling him by his first name? It is what you did before you guys got together but you were friends then. You’re not even sure if you guys were on speaking terms now… but calling him oikawa is too weird you’ve never called him that. You were so lost in you thought you didn’t even see the morning come by and soon enough lunch time arrived. You try to act as unbothered as possible, chatting away with mattsun and makki when he calls you by your first name. You stop…you don’t even know why you’re surprised of course he wouldn’t care what to call you now that you’re not the one he hugs tight. only you would do that. So you answer and you talk… it’s awkward, it almost makes you laugh.

And so the days pass, still not knowing how to address him now that you see him everyday. During the holidays, he would just be HIM, you didn’t talk about him anyway but now? it truly felt strange to see him so often and yet being so far. 

One night as you were walking home from your club activities you heard the sound of balls being hit in the volley gym. You knew exactly who would stay this late. Your legs move on their own, once you’re on the threshold you open your mouth but your mind goes blank… He didn’t notice you yet, you can still run and pretend you were never there. “Too…oi…oikawa!”

He stops mid spike. He looks at you like you’re an alien. 

“what…did you call me” he asks, there's a certain tone in his voice if you didn’t know any better you’d think he was hurt. You stand there not sure what to say but you breathe and repeat his last name confidently.

“Call me tooru, like you always have” 

“ No… I can't now… it feels weird. How can you still call me Y/N when we don’t kiss or hug or laugh like we used to anymore, doesn’t it remind you of when we were happy? Doesn’t it hurt knowing we’ll never be like this anymore?” You didn’t even notice your tears or oikawa walking towards you. You were finally letting your emotions run free.

He takes you in his arms. You cry and you stay like that for a while, you don’t dare move too afraid the hug would end. He lets go, grabbing your face in his hands. He looks at you earnestly.

“ I want you to call me tooru…no scratch that I want you to call me your honey, your daisy or your love cause that’s what you are to me. I know what i said that day but i won’t call you anything else than Y/N-chan or baby or darling. Anything else feels wrong” he said that so seriously you couldn’t help the laugh that came out of your mouth. 

But you were relieved, honey did fit oikawa tooru much more than his given name. 

#haikyuu x reader #oikawa x reader

[dirtybitfic]

TRIP-pt.2

Shower, getting ready, flirting, talking about being turned on

You and Chris were just finishing up your food and drinks when you heard a knock on the door.

You got up to answer .

You opened the door to see Mrs. James she smiled at you as you smiled back.

“Hi y/n I was just making the rounds to check on everyone and make sure y’all were settling in well.”

“Oh yes thank you Mrs. James were doing great just ate and ate about to get ready to go to the bonfire” you said smiling at her.

“Oooh sounds fun we’ll y’all have fun and be safe . Me and Mr. Bendoza will be staying the night at a different resort for a couple nights since the room we had booked had some issues and they are fully booked but I have you guys numbers so if you get a call from a random number please answer since it will be me and I will be checking up on you guys”

“Okay sounds good thank you ! Have a good night Mrs James” you said as she waved at Chris behind you and went on her way.

“Shit we got a whole room to ourselves for two weeks on the opposite side of everyone else and no teachers to bother us for a couple of days… you know what that meannns” you look at Chris concerned for what he was about to say.

“ We can literally do whatever we want whenever we want for however long we want” he said as he smirked at you.

You blushed a little bit not knowing exactly if your picking up what he’s putting down.

“And what you do you mean by that Christopher “ you asked a little nervous for his answer. All your mind was thinking is dirty things.

“Oh you know we can get up to some mischief. Run around early hours of the morning . Drink as much as we want and go anywhere the resort takes us” he says smirking more seeing the blush on your face.

“Oh yeah no for sure to be honest I did not know where you were going with that “ you laughing nervously.

“Well anyways we should pick out our outfits for tonight. I could you use your help . Since you’re so good at finding good fits.” He says smiling at you.

“ I’m not that good sometime I hate my outfits and think I look like shit and when people tell me they like them I never agree “ you said.

“Oh nah you always look good trust me “ he said as we walked to the closet to unpack his bag .

You blushed at the compliment not knowing if he meant it the way you took it.

You went to the closet to find something to wear which won’t be to hard since you over packed way to many options.

“Should I do a dress , matching set or pants and a top” you asked Chris .

“How about you try on the options for me and I’ll tell you which one looks the best” Chris says smiling down at you.

“Okay I’ll change in the bathroom and I’ll come out and show you” you said grabbing all your options and walked to the bathroom.

“Okay option 1 what do you think” you said walking out to show him.

“Dayum okay this one is gooood” he said smiling wide at you as he looks all around your body.

You laugh a little bit blushing from the way he’s looking over you intensely. You go back to the bathroom to put in the second option.

“Okayyy option 2 “you walked out and looked up at him .

“ OH YEAH this is the one no more option this one “ he said as he stared at you smiling .

“Okay well glad you like it . I’m gonna shower real quick if that’s okay and then I’ll throw up some makeup then help you with your outfit okay?” You said to Chris.

“Yeah sounds good just don’t lock the door cause I have a feeling that drinks gonna hit me in a little and ima need to pee” he says laughing .

Okay I’ll leave it unlocked just knock before just incase I’m still in the shower and the whole walk is glass so don’t wanna be accidentally giving you a peep show” you said laughing.

He blushed a little bit and shifted in tel bed as he laughing a little with you.

You went into the bathroom and started the shower . Not gonna lie you didn’t really need to shower but you wanted to just because of how fucking cool the shower was.

Like come on who wouldn’t want to shower in here there’s rain showers coming down on you no matter where you stand . You look of all your clothes and hopped in jumping a little and screaming from how hot you had the water . You heard Chris knock loudly on the door.

“Y/n you good I heard you scream” he said sounding a bit worried.

“Oh yeah sorry I didn’t realize how hot I had the water just hurt a little when I got in” you said laughing .

“Okay good I got scared you fell or something” you heard him sigh out of relief.

“I’m good thank you for checking though “ you said.

“Yeah of course “ he said and you heard him walk away. You said notice before you got in that there were speakers on the shower walls and that you could Bluetooth your phone to them to play music. You hit shuffle on the wall console and music started playing . It echoed through the shower making you hear it from all angles.

You started singing along and you washed your body and hair. And letting the water fall over your body relaxing you.

You heard a knock on the door and yelled out what.

“Hey I really gotta pee I swear I’ll look anywhere else but the shower “ he said kinda frantically.

“Okay come in just turn away from the right walk as you walk in and we’ll be good “

Okay thank you he says as the door opens and you see him covering his eyes as he fully turns to the left wall and walks side ways to the toilet that was behind a little side wall to create a little privacy.

“ I don’t know you listened to nardo” Chris says as he finishes up and awls side ways to the sink trying his very best to not look at you even though he’s very tempted.

“Oh yeah I like some of his stuff since you play it a lot in the car you put me onto him “ you said .

Chris’s pov-

god how could a girl be so gorgeous , sweet, kind, funny , and have good music taste. I thought to myself as she answered my question.

I heard the water turn off and heard her feet hit the bathroom tile while she probably was grabbing a towel off the shelf.

“Okay you can look at me now I have a towel on” she says.

I looked up at her and smiled . “That was very stressful making sure I didn’t look over especially as we were talking “ I said laughing a little .

She giggled so softly god it was music to my ear to hear her giggles. They were always go soft like a nice ocean breeze when it hits your skin .

“You gotta see how cool the shower is though !look” she says as she turns it back on.

“Damn that’s the fanciest shower I’ve ever seen” I said.

“I know right “ she smile at me as she turns it off.

“Okay I gotta change sooooo” she says.

“Oh yeah my bad I’ll be in the room if you need me “ I said walking out closing the door behind me.

God . Seeing her in that towel with water droplets on her skin and her hair wet got me hard . She has no idea the effect she has on me .

From the first time I met her I was so enamored by her beauty and after getting to know her I love her personality even more . She just . Well perfect .

If I get drunk enough tonight the truth just might slip out and I don’t know if that would be good or bad but I guess we will find out.

Y/n pov-

I just finishing drying off and getting my outfit on . I decided to just let my hair dry in its natural wave pattern since I didn’t wanna blow dry it and started butting on some light glowy makeup.

Then I was done.

I walked out and met eyes with Chris.

“Fuck . You look gorgeous y/n “ he said looking you up and down.

You blushed hard core and looked down smiling to yourself “thank you Chris” I said .

He got up walked over to me putting his hand under my jaw to me look up at him. I looked up at him and blushed even more from the eye contact he was maintaining.

“Anytime gorgeous” he said as he caressed my jaw softly . Then let go to walk to the closet .

“Okay help me pick out what to wear please I’ve tried but I just can’t figure out what looks good together” he said sifting through his clothes.

“Ooh do this shirt with these plants you’ll look so good “ you said as you handed them to him.

“Thank you “ he said as he set them on the bed and started taking off his shirt. You couldn’t help but stare. The way his back muscles moved as he took his shirt off and the way big broad shoulders looked . God your mouth was begging to dry up as all the wetness in your body moved down wards between your legs as you imagined how much better it would look with scratches from your nails down it.

You hadn’t realized he turned around to show you his final outfit since you were so deep in your thoughts .

“ helloooo earth to y/n” he said waving a hand in your face laughing.

“Oh… fuck sorry what” you said looking up at him. He looked down at you smirking.

“I was just asking if you liked the fit ma” he said as he ran his hand through your hair that was getting in your face.

Your breathe hitched at the way he called you ma and the way he moved your hair out of your face.

“Oh y-yeah it looks really good” you said feeling your cheeks heat up.

He moved his hand to your neck softly caressing the side with his thumb.

“ God your so beautiful y/n” Chris said .

PART THREE COMING SOOOOOON. 💋

#chris sturniolo #fanfiction #spotify

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[SOFT SNORING]

[SHRIEK] [SHARP INHALE] Oscar: Wha-.. fucking hell, Leah! Alea: I’m fine, I’m fine.

Oscar: [scoffs] Fine my ass. If you’re fine, I’m-.. I’m… Eh, I dunno, but you ain’t fine. Alea: How much have you had t’drink? Oscar: Nu-uh, don’t deflect. What’s the matter with you? Alea: It ain’t important.

Oscar: C’mon, it’s not the first time you’ve done that. Alea: I.. I’ve always been worried somethin’ like this might happen t’me. Being here, doin’ this; it’s kinda hard for me too. Oscar: Oh… Remind me why you switched sides again? Alea: Tch, that’s none of your business.

Oscar: It became my business when the people you failed to stop decided to fuck with Courtney! Alea: So, none of the other girl’s matter? Just the one that’s important t’you? Oscar: I didn’t fucking say that, did I? Alea: Whatever.

Oscar: [snorts] Whatever. If you’re so worried about what happens around you, then why are you willing to go along with it?! Alea: I’m not havin’ this conversation with you, especially not whilst you’re rat-arsed. Oscar: Drunk or not, it’s obvious you’re not fine. You’re probably the one person with enough experience to do something about them. How can you just sit on all this shit, why haven’t you done something?!

Alea: I know you’re havin’ a shitty time right now, but you don’t get to pin any of this on me. It’s not my fault Wyatt’s fuckin’ deranged, I had nothin’ t’do with what’s happened here. Oscar: What the hell’s wrong with you?! Why-… Alea: Me?! What’s wrong with you?! You’re just as involved as me; by your logic, we’re as bad as each other!

Oscar: Bollocks. Alea: Like it or not, we’re in the same fuckin’ boat, Oscar. Your moral high ground is built on sand at best. You kiss Artie’s ass like the rest of us, I don’t exactly see you goin’ against the grain. Oscar: Don’t be so fucking sure about that.

Alea: … Oscar: … Alea: What’re you sayin’? Are you-… Oscar: Drunk? Very. You’re right, let’s not have this conversation.

Alea: It’s a bit late t’backtrack now… How long? Who’re you workin’ with? Oscar: No one. Alea: Bullshit, you must-… Oscar: Seriously. No one’s fucking interested, everything I try grinds to a halt before I can get anywhere.

Alea: Welcome to my world… I knew you didn’t fit in, Ivan’s gotta be in on it too? Oscar: [sighs] Maybe. Does anyone suspect anything? Alea: Uh, Wyatt? Which is a problem, ‘cause once he starts diggin’, he doesn’t stop. Oscar: Bastard. He bought himself some time whilst wasting mine…

Alea: He’s not stupid, unfortunately. It’s better being on the winnin’ side, y’know? Oscar: It’s not better though… You could always change your mind again, is Kian really worth it? Alea: I used t’think so. I was in love, tired of failin’; it seemed easier back then… I hoped one day he’d realise I was right, that there’s more t’life n’ that he could be his own person.

Oscar: [snorts] You thought he’d sack his dad off n’ skip off into the sunset with you? Alea: Is it so bad t’want a happy endin’? Oscar: No, but you couldn’t have chosen any worse-.. actually, you could have fallen for Wyatt. Alea: [laughs dryly] Jesus.

Oscar: What now..? Alea: I should say somethin’, but I won’t; and none of this changes what we’re here for. Oscar: What you should do, is help us. Alea: We’ll see if you think that once you’re sober. Speakin’ of, I really think you oughta take Bruno up on his offer. You’re-…

Oscar: An absolute mess, I know. I was gonna check myself into rehab before Cookie-.. fuck, she better be okay. If-… Alea: Let’s not play the if game. We’ve only got motel Randy left t’check out, right? Surely, she’ll be there. Oscar: I fucking hope so. Nothing else matters anymore, I just wanna hold her tight n’ never let go again. Alea: Alright, Casanova. How ‘bout for now you put the whiskey down n’ get some rest.

Oscar: Psh. You were the one that woke me up with your yelling, I was actually sleeping for once. Alea: Chuck us a smoke, then we’ll go back t’sleep. Oscar: We’re gonna get in trouble for chain smoking in here. Alea: Bah.

#somnium #sims 4 #storytelling #ts4 story #sims story #simblr #oscar finch #alea #twalcoholism #oof.. a long boi #but necessary 👀

[neopuff]

title: training word count: ~4600 ships: six/holiday summary: Six wants to see how Holiday handles herself in a fight. ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48252376

“Holiday.”

She was working diligently in her new lab and turned slowly to find Six standing in the middle of the room, staring at her with his hands at his sides. He looked very serious and a little uncomfortable, but to be fair…he always kind of looked that way. “Hey. What’s up?”

“Knight and I have been talking.”

Holiday glanced left and right, then back at him, staying quiet in the hopes that he’d continue. He was pausing for a little longer than she expected. “Okay?”

“I’d like to train you,” he said quickly, looking away from her face. “In hand-to-hand combat.”

“Oh.” She finished swiveling her chair around and faced him fully. “That’s not necessary, Six. I can handle myself just fine in a fight.”

“Just fine isn’t good enough,” he responded forcefully. He didn’t want to offend her, but he’d been recently made aware of Providence’s newer, stronger unit of soldiers. It was undeniable that they would be able to overpower her easily with their skills and he wanted to make sure she’d be safe if he wasn’t around to help.

Holiday frowned and turned back around to her computer. “I’m not sure when you expect to do this, I don’t have any free time as it is.”

“Anytime. Whenever you can.”

She sighed. It wasn’t like Six’s idea was a bad one, but she genuinely wasn’t sure how to fit fight training into her schedule. “I should be back from Lagos by Friday. We can talk more about it then.”

Six paused for a moment before walking over and taking a seat in the chair next to hers. “You’re leaving again?”

“I can’t exactly investigate anomalies from here.” She was typing something hurriedly, taking a break in their conversation to focus on the text. After a minute of silence, Holiday turned back to him with a tired expression. “This is the only way we can hope to find Rex before Providence does.”

“I know. But…you just got back from Berlin yesterday,” Six said quietly. He didn’t want to sound like he really missed her when she was gone, but he really missed her when she was gone and she just kept leaving for days (sometimes even a week) at a time. They were on Month Four of life away from Providence and her trips had significantly increased in quantity over the past few weeks. “When are you leaving?”

“It’s a twelve-hour flight,” she answered. “So I want to leave tonight.”

“What’s the anomaly?” Six suddenly wondered if he should go with her. He didn’t have anything urgent planned for the next few days and it would be nice to feel useful.

“I picked up a biosignature that’s similar enough to Rex’s to warrant checking out.” Holiday opened a file on her computer and brought up an image of a world map with blinking data points. “It’s the exact same biosignature that I noticed in Ulaanbaatar and Tegucigalpa.”

He stared at the data on her screen. “Didn’t those end up being false alarms?”

“Yes, they did.” She sighed again. “But that might mean I just took too long to get there. Rex could be popping in and out of some interdimensional wormhole and I keep missing him because I’m taking my time.”

Six usually fought the urge to comfort her physically, but in that particular moment he didn’t know what else to do. He reached his hand out and laid it gently on top of hers. “You can’t be everywhere at once.”

Holiday didn’t seem to notice his hand, focused entirely on the screen. “I think I need to put together some sort of mobile lab. If I was consistently on the road, I could catch these anomalies much faster-”

“Holiday.” He squeezed her hand tight, forcing her to actually take note of the contact. “No.”

She glanced down at his hand on hers, then up at his face. “No?”

“You need a home base. You’ll go crazy without it,” he said softly, trying not to sound too desperate to have her around. “I understand your perspective on this, but you need to take a breath. We’ll find Rex when we find him.”

Holiday stared at him, a curious expression on her face. She looked like she was trying to size him up somehow. “Can I have my hand back?”

Six pulled his hand away from her and shoved it in his pocket, feeling embarrassed. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine.” She wiggled her fingers and put her hands together on her lap, giving him a small smile. “You’re probably right, Six. I’m already stressed enough as it is.”

After a momentary pause, Six realized exactly what to say. “Combat training is a good way to deal with stress.”

She tilted her head at that response and her smile turned into a smirk. “Is that so?”

He nodded.

“Alright. Sure.” She stood up and rubbed her hands together. “If you’re so insistent on keeping me around here, I guess I can humor you.”

Six frowned at her comment, knowing she was joking (he was pretty sure, anyway) but still feeling like he should defend himself. He followed her and they walked side-by-side towards the room he’d been using for training. “You’ve been away a lot, Holiday. I don’t like…not seeing you.”

Holiday gave him a confused look, though she definitely wasn’t unhappy. She looked a little bit flattered by what he said, actually. Flattered and confused. It was an interesting combination.

His words suddenly hit his ears, and Six glanced away from her face as he tried to figure out the best way to correct himself. He didn’t want to sound overeager or anything, just needed her to know that he was paying attention. “You don’t always communicate well when you’re away. I can’t help you if I don’t know your status or where you are.”

She chuckled and rolled her eyes, clasping her hands together behind her back. “Such a worrier.”

They fell out of step as Six paused, staying back a moment to consider her words. Was it a bad thing to worry about her? He didn’t think it made her uncomfortable, but he didn’t want to come across as clingy. He wasn’t. He just didn’t ever want to be uninformed when it came to her. Especially not her location or her physical status. He went back to walking and caught up with her quickly, hands in his pockets. “Would you rather I didn’t worry at all?”

“No. It’s nice to know you care.” Holiday stared down the hallway as she spoke, her fingers interlocking behind her. “You didn’t used to be so vocal about these kinds of things.”

He gave her a short hum of affirmation. Six always felt a brief sting of agitation whenever she or Knight or Bobo brought up the old version of him - he knew there were differences, of course there were going to be differences, but he didn’t like to be reminded of it. He also didn’t like to hear bad things about his old self. Sometimes, Holiday would tell him a story that she seemed to think was funny or charming, while Six just found it sad. He always got the feeling that his older self wasted a lot of time, especially when it came to her. “I’m sorry.”

Holiday turned, smirking, and walked backwards slowly. “Nothing to be sorry for.”

Behind her, they finally made it to Six’s training area, which used to be an old warehouse. It was also where they kept their vehicles and their plane, and where some equipment was stored that Holiday hadn’t found any use for yet. Without Rex’s giant mechanical hands and super strength, some things just weren’t worth moving around the base.

Six watched Holiday make her way into the middle of the room, tightening the bun in her hair and rolling her shoulders in preparation. He followed her, stopping a good five feet away from where she was standing.

“So how do you wanna do this?” Holiday asked, turning towards him and stretching her arms. “Do you show me what to do and I copy you, or…?”

“You attack me,” he said quickly. “I want to see how you fight.”

“Um…okay.” She stared at him awkwardly, then looked down at her hands. She’d jumped into this wholeheartedly and suddenly didn’t know what to do with herself. “Should I just…? Like, now?”

“Whenever you want.” Six stood there, hands at his sides, looking unprepared. But they both knew he’d be ready for whatever she threw at him. He wasn’t the sixth deadliest man in the world for nothing, after all. “Come at me as if I was an enemy.”

Holiday continued to stare at him, though her expression changed from serious to pouting in a way that was, unfortunately, very cute. Six tilted his head slightly and wondered when she was going to move, or if she’d already given up. Obviously she wouldn’t be able to beat him and probably wouldn’t even be able to hit him, but he was curious about how hard she’d try if given the challenge.

Suddenly, without saying anything, she started bouncing from her left foot to her right foot and held her fists up in front of her - posed like a boxer.

He hadn’t expected that, and raised a single eyebrow curiously.

She rushed forward and thrust a fist directly towards Six’s face - one he easily dodged, but he had to admit she was already surprising him with her methods. With him slightly to her right side, Holiday launched her outstretched fist sideways towards him. Instead of dodging again, Six caught her wrist and pulled her to the side, holding her steady.

“You should focus on the knuckles of your pointer and middle fingers,” he said sternly, letting her go. “Punching someone there ensures the most damage to them and the least damage to your hand.”

Holiday took a step away from him and rubbed her wrist - he squeezed tighter than she would’ve expected him to. “Okay. Makes sense.” She stared back at him and then down at her hands.

Before Six could say something else, she came at him again - this time with a palm strike directed at his chin. He moved out of the way with little effort, but was caught off-guard when Holiday brought her elbow back and aimed it right towards the center of his chest. He pulled back to avoid her and immediately noticed her attempt at a leg sweep.

Instead of dodging, Six grabbed her by the ankle and pulled - forcing Holiday into an awkward pose with one outstretched leg and one bent at a weird angle. She gasped and put her hands down on the ground to balance herself and he took that opportunity to let go and step away. He wasn’t trying to fight her - he just wanted to see how she handled herself.

She sighed and glared at him while moving around to sit more comfortably. “Is this all just an elaborate way for you to humiliate me?”

Six smirked and reached out his hand to help her up. “I actually thought that was good.”

“Really?” Holiday asked suspiciously. She took his hand and let him pull her up - bringing them almost chest-to-chest for a moment before they quickly let go of each other. “No notes this time?”

“Well…you need to move faster,” he commented.

“I can only move so fast,” she responded, hand on her hip. “Not all of us are superhuman like you.”

“I’m not-” Six started, and then stopped. She was obviously exaggerating, he didn’t need to argue. “The sweep wasn’t a bad idea, but it’s better after you’ve managed to hit your opponent first. They’ll be distracted. Without that, you leave yourself vulnerable.”

Holiday nodded. “Got it.”

His fingers twitched a bit and Six wondered how much he could really teach her in this one session. They’d need to do this repeatedly, day after day, for as long as possible, before seeing real improvements. Not that he minded spending so much time with her, but she wasn’t kidding about the amount of time it’d fill up. “Have you ever been captured before?”

“What, like, held hostage?”

“Sure.”

Her thoughts lingered back to several moments over the course of her time working for Providence - most recently, when Dr. Brandon Moses stole her sister while his lackeys held her back. “Yes.”

Six didn’t linger on the brief bout of anger he felt knowing that his older self hadn’t prevented such a thing from ever happening. “How did you escape?”

“Um…” She tried to recall the details, though her mind had been so blurred by rage at the time, it was hard to remember. “It’s hard to, uh…here. Hold my wrists behind me.”

After a moment of hesitation, Six did as she asked. “Like this?”

“Yeah.” Holiday struggled against his hand for a moment, remembering how it felt. “I think…I- yeah. Foot first.”

Without warning, she lifted her foot off the ground and struck it down right on top of Six’s. He grunted and moved his foot out of the way as soon as he could, but didn’t let go of her wrists.

“Well - damn it,” Holiday mumbled, still struggling to get her hands back. “He lost his grip when I did that and I smashed him in the face.”

Six let go of her and wiggled his foot around, trying to get all the feeling back in it. “You didn’t have to actually hit me.”

“You can take it,” she said with a smirk. Slowly, she imitated the hand movement from so many months earlier, pressing the palm of her hand against his chin. “Hit him like this. He fell down, dropped his gun, I grabbed it. Then, uh…then there was an EVO, and you showed up.”

He grabbed her by the wrist again, gently pulling her hand away from his face. “Sounds like I should’ve been there sooner.”

“It was complicated,” she said with a shrug, not taking her hand back just yet. “But that’s not the point. I did alright before the EVO showed up.”

Six lowered his hand further, but didn’t lose his grip on her wrist. “Doesn’t sound terrible. Didn’t work on me, though.”

“I didn’t kick you as hard as I kicked him,” Holiday said, smiling.

He smirked. “What would you have done if he hadn’t lost his grip on your wrists?” Six finally let go of her arm and grabbed her by the shoulders, turned her around and repeated the pose from earlier. “You’re being held like this, you tried kicking and it didn’t work. You need to consider other options.”

She tried to wiggle her wrists again, not surprised to feel that she couldn’t get anywhere. There wasn’t much she could do with her arms, either, and trying to kick him backwards was a fruitless task. Holiday tilted her head back and forth while she considered what else would make sense.

Six watched her curiously and then leaned his head down to ask her what she was thinking. At that same moment, Holiday came up with a brilliant idea, and quickly slammed her head backwards into Six’s face.

There was a loud smack! that echoed around the room as he lost his grip on her and fell back a step. Six immediately reached a hand up to his face, unprepared for Holiday’s assault on his nose.

“Ha, ha!” She lifted her hands in the air and turned around triumphantly. “How was that- oh, my God.” Holiday stepped into his personal bubble when she realized she’d hit him much harder than she’d thought, and she reached up to push his hand out of the way. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to, uh…well, I guess I did. I didn’t think I’d hit you.”

He shook his head and let her examine him, lightly palpating the bridge of his nose. “It’s fine. Nothing’s broken.”

She didn’t look convinced until she felt around a little longer. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.” He rubbed his nose again, embarrassed that she’d managed to hit him so hard. “I did ask.”

Holiday chuckled and wrapped her arms around herself. “That probably would’ve been worse if my bun wasn’t in the way.”

Six considered that, and for a moment wondered if she should wear her hair differently. Realistically, any haircut longer than Five’s was a bad idea in a fight. But Holiday kept hers out of the way, so it was better than letting it loose. Plus, well… “I like your hair this way.”

She smiled in that kind of confused way that she always did when he gave her compliments - Six never quite knew if that meant she liked it or if he was making her uncomfortable again. Holiday glanced away from him and ran two fingers through her bangs, opening her mouth as if to say something, but then closing it again silently.

He looked away from her and cursed himself for making things weird. He took a few steps back and rolled his head, stretching out his neck. “Try to hit me.”

“Huh?” Holiday stared at him, confused, as if that wasn’t what they’d been talking about for the last fifteen minutes. “Again?”

“Again.” He flexed his wrists. “I won’t stop you this time.”

“Unless my form is really awful, I’m sure.”

Six smirked. “Exactly.”

With that, Holiday came at him, once again starting with a punch to the chin that he dodged without breaking a sweat. He shuffled behind her, not planning to fight back, and Holiday countered with a quick turn and another punch. She was focusing on her two strongest knuckles, as he’d suggested, and Six felt a little pang of pride that she was listening to him.

Still, he dodged again. When she tried to punch him once more, he instinctively reached out a hand and caught her fist - then pulled her closer to him. In a real fight, he’d use that as an opportunity to disable his opponent with a swift punch to the gut. With Holiday, he realized a moment too late, he’d just pulled the woman he was gradually developing very strong feelings for right into his chest, putting them almost face-to-face.

She pulled herself out of his grip and hopped away, clearly not having expected him to do that. To be fair, he hadn’t expected it, either. It was hard to turn off his instincts.

Holiday shuffled her feet back and forth for a moment before coming at him again, this time aiming for his chest. If she couldn’t hit him in the face, she could certainly try to get him somewhere larger. His shoulders were very broad and gave her a big target.

But he was the sixth deadliest man in the world, and aiming a little differently wasn’t going to change that fact. He moved out of the way instantly, with an almost superhuman speed, and Holiday found herself staring at nothing. She felt a chill behind her and turned around to find Six standing there, a smirk on his face and his hands in his pockets.

She knew she didn’t have a chance, but damn if that smirk wasn’t pissing her off.

As she tried to punch him again and again, Six kept dodging and kept his hands in his pockets, looking very suave and annoying and Holiday really wanted to hit him. She pouted and decided to play dirty - pulling her leg back to knee him in the groin.

To her complete lack of surprise, Six noticed and caught her - he wrapped a hand around her knee and held it in place. “Holiday,” he said sternly, as if she’d done something wrong.

“What?” she asked with a guilty smile. “It’s what I would do in a real fight.”

Six tilted his head at that, giving it a moment of thought. Then he muttered, “Good.”

She pulled her leg back and got into another boxing starter pose, which made Six’s smirk turn into a small smile. Something about her choice of fighting style was insanely cute, in his opinion.

“Why don’t you fight back?” she asked suddenly, thinking that it might give her more of an opportunity to hit him.

“You don’t want me to do that.” Six shook his head. He would not fight her. Absolutely not.

Holiday stuck out her tongue playfully, feeling silly from the adrenaline and how much she was enjoying herself. “You don’t even have to go easy on me.”

Six rolled his eyes behind the sunglasses, knowing she could probably tell. “Not happening.”

“C’mon, Six. How am I supposed to learn if you’re holding back?” She bounced from one foot to the other, smiling at him. If he got close enough in an attempt to hit her, she could definitely get him. Even if he took her down, her goal was one smack delivered via anything other than the back of her head.

With a tilt of his head, Six considered that. He could have her pinned in less than a second. But…he might hesitate because she’s Holiday and hurting her was one of his least favorite things to do. He could do it, though. It just might take a second longer than it should.

Holiday assumed he was ignoring her and came at him again, this time ready for another palm strike. She aimed for his right shoulder, and before she knew it he’d ducked down and swept a leg under hers - making her lose her balance and fall right to the ground.

She gasped at how quickly everything happened, but instead of being met by her back painfully hitting the hard ground, she felt a hand cradling her as she was laid down oh-so-carefully. Holiday opened her eyes to see Six staring down at her, smirk still ever-present on his handsome face.

“Well.” She glared at him. “Somehow I thought you’d hesitate a little more.”

Six leaned over - not too far, couldn’t be too intimate with her, of course - and kept his hand flush against her back. “That was one of several mistakes.”

“Several…” she muttered, offended. “Maybe it’d be better if I fought someone more at my level.”

He leaned back and pulled her up with him, hand still holding her steady and keeping them closer than was appropriate. “Too bad I’m all you’ve got.”

Holiday chuckled, a sound that made Six’s heart flutter just the tiniest bit, and then she gave him a very friendly punch in the arm. “I’m not complaining.”

They both paused suddenly, and stared at the spot on his arm where she’d just hit him. After a moment, Holiday perked up and smiled triumphantly. “Ha! I got you!”

“That doesn’t count.”

“It absolutely counts, you sore loser!” She punched him in the arm again, this time earning a frown as Six pulled his hand away from her to rub the spot she kept hitting.

He stood up and didn’t offer to help her this time, unmistakably feeling a little embarrassed that she had technically managed to get him. “No one’s punched me in the arm like that since Trey,” he commented dryly, speaking more to himself than to her.

Holiday pushed herself off the ground and stared at him, suddenly feeling shy. She glanced at his face, which was turned partially away from her, then down at the floor, then back up at him again. She knew there was a Five, now there was a Trey. He’d once mentioned a One to her, a few months earlier. There was probably a Two and a Four in the mix as well.

Somehow, despite knowing his title as sixth deadliest man in the world, she’d never been under the impression that he and the five in front of him were…friends. Or even associates, necessarily. Truth be told, she didn’t understand how that ranking worked. Was it a contest? Martial arts tournament? Probably not. The more she learned about it - which was almost nothing, of course - the more Holiday got the feeling that it was not an official worldwide ranking and was more of a social club.

Of…assassins.

She took a few steps closer to Six, standing beside him as he muttered something about them being done for the day. In a moment of adrenaline-fueled confidence, she asked, “Can I tell you something that’ll make you uncomfortable?”

Six’s eyebrows scrunched into an expression of pure confusion and he looked down at her. “Can I stop you?”

“Nope.”

“Then go ahead.”

Holiday knew he was prioritizing his curiosity over his sense of comfort and that knowledge made her feel better about what she was going to say. “I just…wanted to tell you that I, um. I really love hearing about the people from your past.”

He glanced at her, one eye visible from the side of his sunglasses.

“You never used to mention them. At least, not to me. Makes me feel more…included, I guess.” She shrugged, her confidence fading under his gaze. “It’s nice to know that you still trust me. Maybe even more than you used to.”

Six frowned at that, wondering if it could be true. He was under the impression that his older self had been completely in love with her, though whether he trusted her or not was another question entirely. As they currently stood, she and Knight were the only people he could trust. It would stay that way until they got Rex back, he was sure. But there was a tension between himself and Knight that occasionally cropped up, something to do with the way their relationship had changed over the last six years. In the end, though he trusted his ex-partner implicitly, there were many parts of his life that he trusted Holiday with more.

In that moment, Six felt a strong urge to kiss her. He often felt such an urge - when he saw her first thing in the morning, or when he saw her working diligently, or when she returned from a long trip away, or when she was leaving for a trip, or when she said goodnight at the end of a long day. But right there and then, after a half hour of playful banter and touching and smirking and confessing, he really felt like it could be a perfect moment to go for it.

He was not going to do that, though. Instead, Six stuffed his hands into his pockets. “I do trust you,” was all he managed to say.

That was enough to put a small smile back on her face, and Holiday gave him another look (one of those looks, that made him wonder what exactly she was thinking) before heading towards the exit. “I’m gonna take a shower and then get ready to leave for Lagos. We can do this again when I get back.”

Six watched her carefully, trying not to focus on any specific part of her. He just enjoyed watching her, he supposed. And though that thought was dangerous, and problematic, and unfortunate…he didn’t have the energy to care. He didn’t want her to leave again. He wanted to share a shitty microwave dinner with her and tell her some of the not-terrible stories from his old life - he wanted to see if they would make her smile.

He took a deep breath and followed her out the door. He needed to let Knight know he was going to accompany her to Nigeria. Just in case Providence showed up and she needed protection. They’d agreed that she needed to learn, after all. So the man in white wouldn’t be able to argue.

Six smirked, thinking about the twelve hours he was about to spend alone with Holiday. Maybe they could switch the plane to autopilot and continue her training mid-flight. That might even be fun.

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TWs: mentions of broken bones, implied pet whump, implied/mentioned child abuse(?). Have a thing. It's exactly 669 words :3. Bit of a POV switch too!

@cupcakes-and-pain @maracujatangerine

“So, how was Ghost’s first training session? He’s a fun little guy to mess with, right?” Doctor Everly pestered, tapping away at his tablet.

“Stubborn, stupid, and got way too anxious after one shock. Little guy’s far too scared of pain to be a good guard dog, but with the Boss requiring isolation he can’t be recon or attack either. I’ll keep workin’ towards guard, but if he doesn’t get better soon then I’ll have to come up with something else.” Seren replied, filling in the file for the new trainee.

“Hm. Maybe you can turn him into a lapdog? Or a punching bag, you don’t need his obedience for that. If it were up to me though, I’d use him as a lapdog, with how talkative and cute he is.”

“Well, he wouldn’t be talking. Boss doesn’t want him speaking at all, basically. Other than that, he would be an amazing lapdog. If he takes to training nicely, then I might use him as an example. Once he stops overreacting, of course.”

“By the way, what’s the schedule look like? Is it any different than the usuals? Since he was a hero brat, and all.” Doctor Everly commented, trading the tablet for the medical file on Ghost.

“A little bit. We’re goin’ to continue working on ‘sit’, ‘stay’, and ‘come’, for the next couple sessions. Once he has that down, we’ll move to ‘place’ and ‘down’. Oh, after he obeys ‘come’ well enough, I’ll need to get him used to responding to Arlo. Ghost just didn’t fit right, and Arlo seems like a ditzy name, doesn’t it? It fits nicely on him. Then, once we have the basics down, I’ll move some workout gear into his room and get him started on a routine. The anxiety might be from lack of enrichment, I think. It wouldn’t hurt to get him moving, but I’ll also need to update his feedin’ schedule, then… On that note, does he have any allergies?” 

“Yes, he does. Deathly allergic to mangoes and pineapples, and a slight cat allergy, but that one’s not too bad. While we’re looking at his medical file, I would like to mention that he’s broken his left ankle a good four times-”

“Four? Just on the left ankle?” Seren interrupted, wide-eyed.

“Yep, they had to bring in one of the rescue heroes, Stitch, to fix it so he could keep walking. Honestly, that kid should really be thankful for Detective Gunner and his connections. He also broke both hands, right wrist, and dislocated his left shoulder. It.. Jesus, all of that came from the same incident. Apparently it all came from the foster family he was placed with, but nothing on here tells me why they did that, or how exactly it happened. No wonder he’s so flighty.” Doctor Everly let out a low whistle, and flipped to another page.

“...That does explain the anxiety, at the very least. Is there lasting damage that I need to look out for?”

“Hm, let me see… Nah, you’re good. Apparently they got the same rescue hero to fix him up again, and her power works well enough that physical therapy isn’t required. I don’t see any other injuries on here.”

“Thank fuck. I’ll keep his workouts light, just to be safe once we get there, but other than that I don’t believe I need to change the schedule much. Do you still have those light sedatives on hand? I need some in case he starts gettin’ too anxious.”

“Yes, I do. I’ll have Christen drop some off at your office, enough for a month. If I need to up the dosage or give you more you’ll let me know?”

“Of course. I should get back to Arlo, now. He hasn’t eaten anything in a while, so I’m sure he’ll be excited for dinner. Thanks, Everly.” Seren called over her shoulder, loosely holding the file in one hand and waving with the other. Doctor Everly hummed and went back to his tablet.

#tw broken bones mention #tw implied/mentioned child abuse #tw implied pet whump #pet whump #whump writing #Ghost #Seren #Doctor Everly #Executive dysfuction is Not Fun #anyways have a thing #i changed to POV a bit bc why not but ill get the lapdog chapter out soon #hopefully #anyways have Ghostie content #<3 #<33333 #:3c

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happy ending myth: a steve harrington story ch.3 vecna’s curse

chapter 1 chapter 2

summary: you break into your old school therapists office to better understand what all the victims of vecna have in common. dustin yells at steve and lucas joins the group. while on this mission you find out that max mayfield is also cursed and has not long to live. 

pairings: best friend!eddie munson, close friend!max mayfield, slowburn!steve harrington

warnings: mild violence, curse words, anxiety, pls let me know if i missed anything

word count: 6,217

a/n: this one is super late but it’s also the longest! i’m hoping to get chapter 4 up this weekend to make up for this one being so late. chapter 4 is already done just needs to be edited. also i’m very excited for chapter 5 because it means eddie x reader get more interactions. 

taglist: @evansflowers

 As Steve pulled out of Forest Hills trailer park, something dark was growing in the Munson trailer. Unbeknownst to any of you ,when Vecna had killed Chrissy, it made an entrance to another world on the ceiling. Through that portal, Vecna was currently stalking his next victim.

At that very moment, someone else was on the prowl in Hawkins. Jason, a school bully, and jock was searching for your best friend. Eddie was not only a suspect in the eyes of the law, but he was also a suspect to any manchild who considered Eddie a freak. People who had never even met Eddie were now making assumptions as they went on some messed-up hunt. Despite being ignorant to these facts, you began to feel uneasy on the way to Ms. Kelley’s home. Your hair stood straight up and you felt a little woozy, Steve noticed this as he watched you shift uncomfortably in your seat a few times.

“Hey, are you feeling okay?” His tone was soft and caring making it hard for you to not just spew every anxious feeling you had, but Max was right there. She was sitting in the back seat trying her best to stay calm.

So you shook your head up and down and turned the music up a little more. The upbeat band playing Bruce Springsteen’s sad lyrics seemed to fit exactly how you felt at the moment. Steve looked at you with confusion, he could tell something was off but he kept quiet. Every once in a while, he would glance at you to make sure that your face hadn't gotten any paler in color.

Soon Max was pointing to the street where the school therapist lived. Ms. Kelley wasn’t new to Hawkins High so you had remembered talking to the woman about your issues with abandonment. You remembered her fondly since she helped majorly the summer you met Max because she understood you felt a strong connection to the young girl. Since graduating last year, you didn’t have the funds to see any other therapist or counselor. Ms. Kelley knew this and told you to visit her anytime you needed advice. She knew why you cared so much for Max, you saw so much of the young girl in you, so she gave you tiny tips on how to help process some of the loss. When Max had moved to the trailer park, Billy had just recently died at the battle at Starcourt. However, you weren’t told about what killed him in that battle till a few days ago. Lost in thought you felt Steve park the car. Max was already out of the car and the sound of the door slamming snapped you back to the real world.

“Hey, can I come with you?” You finally spoke up your voice a little horse from the anxiety that filled your body. Max looked at you wanting so badly to say no. She knew that there were secrets hidden from you that Ms. Kelley knew all about. However, when she saw the look on your face it made her nod in agreement.

“You two stay in the car, we’ll be right back.” You smiled at the two boys. A soft smile that you hoped would help ease Steve’s worries, but it didn’t work. He was still worried as ever as he watched you walk away with Max. He was trying hard to think of what to even say to help you feel a little more at ease. However, he knew that it normally got worse from here on out.

After a few knocks Ms. Kelley answered the door, her face showing both confusion and a smile. Max didn’t know this woman was your safe haven when you had dealt with your mother coming back to you after months of no contact. Your mother stayed with you for two weeks before she decided to run off again. You had assumed she had up and left because she was using again but you could never be sure, and Ms. Kelley told you often to not worry about things out of your control. How funny that advice was now since it appeared everything was currently out of your control and you couldn’t stop worry

“Hi! Can we come in Ms. Kelley? There are just some things Max needed to talk about with you and I came for morale.” You smiled big at the slightly older woman and she nodded in reply. Ms. Kelley opened the door and stepped to the side as Max and you walked in.

You watched as Max followed the therapist downstairs to a room where you had been several times. Max squeezed your hand real quick before following, you took that as a sign to begin looking for some type of office key. After the two walked downstairs you began to look around the living room. You were slowly opening drawers hoping that you made no noises. Each drawer became a dead end, being unable to find anything, you moved to the next room. There was a kitchen and dining room in one and you decided to try the drawers attached to the nearest table. As you began to slide open the drawer you heard footsteps coming from right next to you. Quickly you closed the drawer to try your best not to look suspicious, but once you looked up you breathed a sigh of relief.

“Don’t scare me like that!” You whispered to Max as she smirked. Your face reminded her of the night she brought out her old Michael Myers mask and scared you.She got close to a glass bowl on the table nearby.She then pulled out a key labeled office and you both looked at each other with wide eyes.

While Max and you were on a mission the two boys in the car were bickering once more. Dustin was baffled by the way Steve had acted when Nancy showed up. He knew that Steve still cared for his ex but it was starting to annoy the younger one that Steve couldn’t see what was in front of him. Somehow Steve had two girls, Robinand you, in his life, both of them cute and fun to talk to, yet he only had eyes for Nancy. He wanted Steve to move on and find someone else because it was clear that Nancy had done just that. It drove the younger boy bonkers watching his best friend just be oblivious to all of it.

“So, we going to talk about it?” Dustin spoke in a clearly annoyed tone that Steve wasn’t fully paying attention to.

“Huh?” Sorry, talk about what?” Steve turned to his little best friend with a confused look on his face.

“Your temporary insanity earlier today when you basically threw yourself at Nance?” Once her name left Dustin’s lips, Steve began to roll his eyes. He knew what Dustin was trying to get at, it was all he ever heard from the young boy. How he needed to move on cause she moved on too.

“Okay first off, that's not what happened.”

“Pretty sure that’s what happened. It was pretty public. There were, like, a lot of witnesses.”

“Are you implying I still have a thing for Nance?”

“No, I’m not implying, I’m stating. And as it relates to your steadfast refusal to date Robin, it’s pretty much the only logical explanation.”

“That’s not the only one and as for Nance, I was just trying to protect a friend.” Steve had told no one about what Robin had confessed to him the night Russians kicked their ass and drugged them. He knew it was something that wasn’t his right to ever tell anyone. Some days it drove him nuts because he just wanted to talk to someone about it. But he was very aware of the fear that was in Robin's eyes when she had said “hunt the town freak” to Eddie Munson earlier.

Dustin began to nod his head in a sarcastic manner before deciding to finally bring you into the conversation. “Do you think Y/N thought you reacted to Nance as if she was a “friend” you were just trying to “protect”?” His eyes grew wide each time he used air quotes to prove his point. “Because if I was her, I would assume you loved Nance.”

Steve slouched back into the driver's seat and ran his fingers over his lips in frustration. Dustin watched as his best friend began to overthink everything he had done today. However, neither of them had time to process any of it because you and Max were doing a weird walk/run toward Steve’s car. The sight caused Steve and Dustin to look at each other confused. As usual, the boys questioned everything and it took Max and you yelling for Steve to drive for him to finally get it. Max and you sighed in relief as the house began to disappear out of view. Slouching your shoulders down, a feeling of guilt began to course through your body. Ms. Kelley was a good person, so to steal from her like this made it feel wrong, but this was life or death. You knew that you needed this information to clear your best friend, but the guilt still weighed on you as you caught your breath.

Closing your eyes you began to focus as much as you could on the sounds of the car. Steve would glance at you every few moments to make sure you were still breathing. When your heartbeat finally felt like it was going back to normal Lucas Sinclair's voice was heard over the walkie-talkie Dustin was carrying.

“Lucas? Where the hell have you been?” Dustin questioned his voice raised in pitch from anger.

“Just listen! Are you looking for Eddie?” As Lucas mentioned Eddie’s name you felt your heartbeat rise once more.

“Yeah and we found him no thanks to you.”

“You found him?!’

“He’s at a boathouse on Coal Mill Road. Don’t worry, he’s safe.”

“You guys know he killed Chrisy right?”

Once you heard that, it appeared that Dustin was on the same page as you as he yelled “that’s bullshit” something you had muttered under your breath but Dustin had simply said out loud. The comment caused everyone to feel tense in the car and Dustin to bicker with Lucas. Max, annoyed with all of this, grabbed the walkie-talkie out of Dustin’s hand.

“Lucas, you’re so behind it’s ridiculous, okay? Just meet us at the school. We’ll explain later.” Her tone was strong and it calmed you down a bit. You knew that if anyone could get through to Lucas it was going to be Max. There was a bond the two of them shared, something you sensed from how she spoke of him.

“I... I can’t. I think some real bad shit’s about to go down.” You could hear the fear in Lucas’ voice and it caused your face to feel numb and tingly. Because you agreed with him, something about all of this didn’t feel right.

“What are you talking about? What bad shit?” Max was confused, there was always bad shit going down.

Out of nowhere, you heard another voice come from the walkie-talkie. The male voice was calling for Lucas and the radio went silent. As the rest of the car began to yell for Lucas, you felt a rush of heat rise in your body. Voices of worry began to play through your head as if they were on a tape recorder. You stayed silent the whole ride to Hawkins High, Steve would keep looking at you and then at Max in a frantic way. He had no idea how to help you when he could see that you were in a clear state of terror. One part of him wanted to just take you away from all of this,drive the car somewhere else that wouldn’t bring you this much despair. But the other part of him knew you wouldn’t allow it. Whatever your bond was with Eddie, it solidified where you stood in this fight. Not just that but you cared so deeply for Max and he knew deep down that something was going on with the young girl. He knew from past experiences with the Upside Down that this wasn’t even the tip of the iceberg. More bad shit and horrible information were going to come to light soon. All he could do was watch as your mind tried to process all of this far too fast and hope that you would let him be some type of comfort when it all began to get too heavy.

Pulling up to Hawkins High, the sky grew darker and the wind colder. Thanks to Eddie, you knew of a way to get into the school without technically breaking and entering. You lead everyone to a certain door that was a little too easy to open. As you all began to walk down the hall, with flashlights in hand, the walkie-talkie started to go off again. This time it was Robin confirming that Nancy was a genius and the lead wasn’t a shot in the dark. However, now wasn't the best time to be having this conversation because currently, silence was key.

“Wait… What are you doing?” Robin's voice was now filled with concern.

“Breaking and entering in the school to retrieve confidential and extremely personal files.” You had noticed when Dustin knew he was doing something wrong or sketchy his voice got lower.

“Can you repeat that?” Clearly, Robin was concerned and you wondered how many times she had witnessed the duo that is Steve and Dustin on a mission.

“Just get your ass over here, stat! We’ll explain everything.” Dustin replied fast and put the walkie back in his bag. All of you were now crowding around Ms. Kelley’s office as Max opened it with the key she found.

Once the group entered the dark room, Max made her way to the files and you to the desk. Steve and Dustin were now talking about Watergate which caused you to furrow your brows.

Max saying “holy shit.” caused you to whirl your head her way and power walk to her side. “You found it?” You questioned as your eyes focused on the folder Max had in her hands.

“Yeah, and not just Chrissy’s file. Fred was seeing Ms. Kelley too.” Max’s words sent chills down your spine. What could all of this mean? Was every kid who ever saw Ms. Kelley now a possible Vecna victim? If that was true, then you were on the list but even worse, so was Max. Steve caught a glimpse of the way your face drained of color. He wasn’t sure what you just realized but he knew it hit you like a ton of bricks. As you shifted in your spot, Steve began to walk next to you, placing a hand on your shoulder. Reading each file it became clear that everyone had suffered the same ailments: headaches, nosebleeds, and nightmares. All of it was something you remember Max mentioning before. Never to the extent that it was being talked about here but you knew that Max kept some things private.

“Max, all of this stuff… you have…” Your voice was shaky causing Steve to realize what thought had drained you of color earlier. “Are you seeing this clock too?” You turned to face the redhead with a worried look covering your once sad expression. This was no time for you to be breaking down, if it was true, thenMax was chosen by this Vecna creep.

When she didn’t answer you questioned her again, you began to get more stern. “Max, hey! I know this is a lot but you gotta talk to me.” Again, she didn’t reply instead she began to walk out of the office, and so you wasted no time by following behind her. Max turned a corner and began to face an empty wall. Walking next to her, you took her hand and said her name once more. “Max, honey, what are you doing?” Max didn’t reply for a good few minutes, it was as if she was stuck in some trance. Steve began to get to her level and shake her shoulders, shouting her name trying his best to get her back to reality. It took a good 4 minutes before Max finally turned her head to look at Steve and you with confusion. “You can’t see it?” There was nothing there in front of you, so Steve and you shook your heads no. Dustin was now behind the three of you as Max began to explain what was there.

“It was here, right here. A grandfather clock.” She paused and you grabbed her hand a bit tighter. “It was so real.” The fear in her voice wasn’t something you had heard before. “And then when I got closer, suddenly it just… I woke up.”

“It was like she was in a trance or something. Exactly what Eddie said happened to Chrissy.” You finally spoke up as Dustin nodded his head in agreement.

Nancy and Robin were now running into place, right behind Dustin, making perfect timing. “That’s not even the bad part.”

Max was clearly on a mission as you watched her walk into the office again. The rest of you followed her into Ms. Kelley’s office, no one muttering a word.Soon she explained everything that was going on. That each victim had come to Ms. Kelley to talk of bad headaches, nightmares, and trouble sleeping. As Max explained each thing, you could tell she was talking from experience. The idea of her going through all this caused your body to feel heavy, and in response to that, you began to lean on Steve’s shoulder. He grabbed your hand gently, as you tried your best to not falter. Max went on about bad visions and how they began to get more intense until you were dead.

“Vecna’s Curse.” Robin blurted out with confidence causing Nancy to look at her and Max with fear.

“Chrissy’s headaches started a week ago. Fred’s six days ago. I’ve been having them for five days.” Max wasn’t actively crying but you could see water fill her eyes. As you placed your hand over your mouth, you let out a shuddering sigh. “I don’t know how long I have. All I know is that Fred and Chrissy, they both died 24 hours after their first vision. And I just saw that goddam clock so…” Max’s breath was now shaky and you quickly left Steve’s side to be at her’s. Steve felt his body go into a cold shock as you quickly moved from him to Max. He couldn’t even be mad at it because he too cared deeply for Max. “...looks like I’m gonna die tomorrow.” Before you could even think of saying a word, a distant clang could be heard from somewhere in the school. Everyone in the room turned their attention with a jump to where the noise had come from.

Steve looked around at everyone and his eyes landed on you for a few extra seconds. “Stay here.” All of you watched as he grabbed a lamp and made his way in a stealth-like manner to the noise. How he could be so charming at this exact moment was beyond you, so you allowed yourself to smile at the one thing that stayed constant. Once Steve had gotten enough distance, everyone followed behind him. You were doing your best to not overcrowd Max while still staying near her. As you all crept forward, another bang caused everyone to tense up once more. Footsteps began to rapidly approach and it felt like bracing for the impact of a waterfall. You watched as Steve held up the lamp ready to swing it as if it was a baseball bat. As the footsteps got closer all you could hear were screams, Steve was yelling at Lucas. Lucas was yelling at Steve. Dustin was just simply yelling.

“It’s me!” Lucas was screaming in an attempt to not get hit by a lamp.

“Lucas!” Max’s voice went high-pitched as she felt both excited to see him but still so filled with fear.

“Jesus! What’s wrong with you, Sinclair!” Steve was now yelling.

“I’m sorry!” Lucas responded out of breath and tried his best to calm down.

“I could’ve taken you out with this lamp!” Steve was now raising the lamp higher as he spoke. His dramatics changed as he tried his best to calm down from the anger and fear that flowed through his veins.

“Sorry, guys, I’m sorry!” Lucas was now panting. “I was…I was biking for eight miles.” You all watched as he held up his finger and began to shift from side to side. “Give me a second. Shit.” After a few deep breaths, he placed his hands on his hips and looked Steve straight in the eye. “We’ve got a code red.”

To which Steve replied with a confused “what?”.

“Dustin,” Lucas was now walking up to the curly-haired boy, his voice a little more controlled now that he was able to breathe somewhat better. “I’ve been with Jason, Patrick, and Andy and they’ve gone like totally off the rails. They’re trying to capture Eddie and they think you know where he is.” He took a deep breath and continued. “You’re in terrible danger.”

“All right. Yeah, that definitely sucks, but we have bigger problems than Jason now.” Dustin replied as he turned to face Max and you. He could see the new terror that began to wash over your once-relieved body. Because both he and you knew if those boys were after Eddie that this was going to end badly. Jason had always hated Eddie for being different and he hated you cause you encouraged it. However, Max was currently on a timeline for being the new victim of Vecna. The two people you cared for the most in life were in danger at the exact same time. You watched as Lucas let his gaze go to Max who was now looking so small. The fear covered her face, it was just impossible for her to hide anymore.

There was no possible way to debrief in a currently closed school so you all split up again and made your way to the Wheeler house. You remember being there once before when Nancy had a big birthday party as a kid. When you walked in, you realized it hadn’t changed much even after all those years passing. Ever since the group had found out Max was cursed and only had hours to live, she had become silent. All of you split into groups when you arrived at Nancy’s house. You, Robin, and Nancy made your way to her kitchen, Nancy was making a call to someone at the Hawkins High newspaper. Steve, Dustin, Lucas, and Max were all in the basement trying to figure out if they could piece any information together. It had gotten very late, and everyone was running on fumes from lack of sleep.

Nancy and Robin told you all about Victor Creel, a legend that you had heard of as a child, and how he was currently locked up at Pennhurst. Nancy had spoken to some of the newspaper staff to get fake transcripts from the University of Notre Dame. They asked you if you wanted to join but you needed to stay with Max, even though the adventure of it all seemed thrilling. With Max being cursed by something that could just enter her mind, it felt best for you to stay with her. In the middle of explaining some of the plans, Nancy received a call from the newspaper staff. They would be faxing over the transcripts once it was morning. Nancy and you watched as a tired Robin was falling asleep on her forearm. The two of you looked at each other with a smile and decided to get everyone on the course for sleep. Nancy woke up Robin softly and the girl responded with a soft smile. It was actually interesting watching them interact, it seemed that Robin had really won Nancy over.

As you went down to the basement, each person tried to find a comfortable place to rest. You decided to grab a tiny couch pillow and lay on the ground closer to Max. The young girl hadn’t moved from the desk that belonged to Nancy’s younger brother, Mike. Steve had noticed you getting settled on the floor and furrowed his brows. He was currently resting in the recliner right next to the spot on the floor you had chosen.

“Hey, did you wanna sleep up here?” He gave you a look of concern as he started to place the recliner back into the bottom of the chair. “I can lay on the floor, it’s no big deal.”

You shook your head with a small smile. “I’m oddly more comfortable on the floor. Plus, I want to be close to this one.” You tilted your head towards Max who was in her own world. Steve shrugged wanting to protest but he could see how you already made up your mind. Your body was facing Max, so he reclined the chair again and shifted his body, so he was able to keep an eye on the two of you. He watched as your breathing became a steadier pace before taking his cue to finally close his eyes.

Everyone only got a few hours of sleep and you woke up to find yourself facing Steve. His long arm draped over the side of the chair, his fingertips touching yours. Your heavy, tired eyes opened slowly as you kept your eye on his fingers. A smile crept on your face as you let his touch comfort your aching body. His face was smushed against a pillow and his mouth was open a tiny bit. Bedhead for Steve wasn’t the same thing it was for everyone else, somehow his hair was still luscious even in this state. It was as if he could feel you examining each feature of his face because his eyes opened to see a soft smile on your face. A part of him wasn’t sure if he was dreaming but he realized that if he was, you wouldn’t be down on the floor. He wished that the two of you could just go back to the morning he woke up to the smell of pancakes. Both of you just smiled at each other, cheeks pink from the rush of blood, until footsteps could be heard coming down the basement steps.

Making their way down the steps Robin and Nancy began to let everyone know the plan that was in motion. You and Steve sat up looking at the two girls, who were now explaining more of what you had heard earlier. Victor Creel was currently locked up in Pennhurst, and they were going to pretend they were writing a paper on his condition. The asylum, of course, had said no to them coming but they had one more trick up their sleeve. Robin and Nancy were going to meet with the director at 3 o'clock. All of you had questions, far too many, and you all were hoping to get them answered by Victor himself. You watched as Steve began to shuffle through the papers with a confused look on his face before asking where his transcript was. The face Nancy made in return for that remark, showed that she had no plan of involving Steve in this mission. Instantly, he was crushed at the whole idea of being left out again and stuck with the kids. He had assumed that you were going with Robin and Nancy, possibly the getaway driver. Your attention, however, was on Max, the girl hadn’t gotten any sleep according to Lucas. He made a good point that he too wouldn’t be able to sleep if he knew what she did. It made your heart feel heavy, you just wanted to take all of this pain away from her.

Nancy and Robin made their way to Nancy's room, you watched as Steve followed them asking why he wasn’t involved. You looked to Max who was still deep in thought and decided to make your way to where Robin, Steve, and Nancy had gone. As Steve tried his best to convince Nancy that he was perfect for the job, Robin and you began to look at all of Nancy’s things. Her room was truly the picture-perfect room of an ordinary teenage girl. All pink and filled with photos of friends and family, as you looked at the walls you saw old photos of her and Barb. Sadness filled your mind as you thought of how hard it must’ve been for Nancy to lose her best friend. Robin, however, was standing in front of her poster of Tom Cruise as Steve went on about how he refused to be the babysitter again.

“I can’t do anything here, Nance. Maybe I can be helpful with this asylum director dude. I don't know I could like turn on my…my charm” Steve was now snapping his fingers as Nancy barely listened to a word he was saying. She was too busy trying to find clothes for her and Robin. You kept an eye on Steve finding the way he was reacting to be oddly adorable. All through high school, you were told how he was such a smooth talker. Now you were seeing this anxious boy who still could be so damn charming. The people you were currently in a room with, had never really spoken to you while you all went to the same school. You had tutored Robin once a long time ago and were meant to tutor Steve but he bailed on you. Nancy and you were always split up and added to different groups since it wasn’t fair to have the both of you work together. You wonder if any of them remembered what it was like before all of this.

“Not the charm we need,” Nancy replied quickly.

“Ouch.”

“No, I just,” Nancy sighed and continued “I did a little digging last night and it turns out this Dr. Hatch is a distinguished fellow of the American Psychiatric Association and a Harvard visiting scholar, okay? This is a lifelong student of the world. If we’re going to win him over, we’re going to have to convince him we are too. Like him, we are our academic scholars.”

Robin turned to you and Steve holding up a music box. “Holy shit. There’s a little ballerina in here.” It was clear she could care less about this mission and you could see that this made Steve even more upset.

“Academy scholar? She’s given you an academic scholar vibe? Yeah.” His comment made Robin sigh and you let out a tiny giggle.

Nancy was now pulling clothes out of her closet. “No, but she will.” The outfit she held up was light pink and had a frilly collar. It was something that Robin would never think of wearing.

“Oh, please, tell me you’re joking.” Robin was now in distress and completely aware of the makeover about to take place. Her shoulders slouched at the idea of having to wear such a thing.

“Also, you will not be the only one with the kids. Y/N is staying because she wants to be with Max. I’m sorry, Steve, but you aren’t coming with us.” Nancy was now picking out an outfit for herself and flinging it on the bed. Making her way over to her vanity had makeup neatly organized in rows.

Steve looked at you a bit shocked, he had assumed that you were going to be a part of this mission. You smiled at him as you saw his expression change into something softer. You led him out of the room as you wished Robin good luck on the makeover, which Nancy looked very excited to do. The two girls made you wonder, they had clicked so fast and despite seeming like opposites, they really got along.

“I can’t leave Max, it just didn't feel right.” You stated as he followed you down the steps into the kitchen. “She hasn’t spoken since figuring out that she has this curse and I'm sure I won’t be much help…” You trailed off before Steve stopped you in your tracks, his hands on both your shoulders as he looked you in the eyes.

“Y/N, you’ve already been a huge help. You helped find Eddie and you knew a way into the school. Plus, the kids really like being around you. Seeing you with Max and how she doesn’t smile for anyone other than you and Lucas, you’re really good with all of them.” His words were sincere and they made you feel calm for a moment. But then it all came rushing back, every anxious thought you had in the past few days. Each worry talking to you at the same time made your whole body feel crowded.

“Yeah, but I can’t help her against this monster. It can just enter her head whenever it wants and I can’t do a damn thing about it. I could help with her mother or when she was so wrecked over Billy's death. This is something I’m not sure I can save her from. Steve, the two most important people in my life are in danger.” Your breath began to quicken and tears filled your eyes. The idea of losing Eddie and Max made everything seem so dark.

Steve watched as heavy tears fell on your delicate features. His hands were now off your shoulders and his thumbs began to wipe all the tears he could from your face. Despite knowing that you were at some point going to feel dread and fear, he hadn’t realized that it would be this intense. Words failed him as he watched you begin to sob in silence, pulling you into his chest he wrapped his arms around your frame. His hands ran through your hair as he did his best to bring you some kind of comfort. You held onto him as your tears soaked his shirt, the way he held you made you feel safe for the first time in hours. It wasn’t fair how right he felt to you, how he could somehow calm your anxieties with just a simple embrace. The two of you just stood there, his cheek planted against your head as your tears began to slowly stop.

“I can’t fix any of this, but I can be here for you if you let me.” As he spoke you looked up into his eyes. His iris was two shades of brown, one looked just like honey and it made you feel a little weak in the knees. You weren’t sure if it was how his strong arms held you or how beautiful he looked when he was sincere. Placing your hands on his chest you nodded, hoping he understood that you were willing to let him in. He knew exactly how you felt, it was just years ago that he was able to protect the kids with just a baseball bat. Each year it has just gotten more difficult and his need to protect the kids grew. As you both fixed your eyes on each other, you suddenly heard someone clear their throat, causing you both to whip your heads to see it was Dustin. He was staring at the both of you, with a smile that was similar to the one you had seen on Max when she saw Steve in your trailer. You looked at Steve once more pulling away, you smiled at him before making your way down the stairs, knowing it had been far too long since you last checked on Max. You had left Steve with pink cheeks and Dustin with a goofy grin.

“Nice!” Dustin spoke, his tone not quiet at all causing you to hear it and smirk.

The moment of tenderness caused you to smile the whole way down the stairs, a cheesy grin, you were glad no one else was able to see. When Lucas was in sight you quickly tried your best to look a little more resigned. You sat next to him as the both of you watched Max. She wouldn’t stop writing and you weren’t sure what she was writing about. All of it made you anxious and it was obvious that Lucas wasn’t too fond of it either. The world was really sick for putting Steve Harrington into your life at a time when two people you cared for the most were battling complete assholes. How was it that while you were worrying about Eddie and Max, you were also wondering how soft Steves's lips must be? Your mind wanders to the boy in question who was now making his way down the stairs.

Hold me in this wild, wild world 'Cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be And in your heat I feel how cold you can get”

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I completely agree with what you said about mando. I have seen all the SW movies (including the newer trio loft) but I really don’t remember anything but was able to follow mando s1-2 with no problems. I also wasn’t really watching because it was SW but rather because the relationship between Din and Grogu is so special

YES.

Let’s talk about it!!

I feel like the real magic of Mando, the thing that made it stand out so much, was that Din was just a dude. A random guy trying to live his life and help support his covert. He wasn’t part of the greater star war — no force, no jedi/sith, didn’t even live on one of the major planets — just dealing with the fact that his existence lies within the results of those bigger actions.

My introduction to Star Wars was The Force Awakens and that is still my favorite movie and is near and dear to me (that one and TLJ were the only SW things I’d seen by the time I watched Mando), but I really wasn’t sucked into the SW universe until Mando came out because I just didn’t vibe as much with the bigger picture elements, if that makes sense. There was too much going on and too many strands of the story to keep up with and too many people who just had to be right about everything—

but as we know, DIN DIDNT KNOW SHIT ABOUT STAR WARS. and therefore, WE could know no shit and we’d be right where we need to be to follow his story! What a beautiful concept!

And that doesn’t necessarily go away once Grogu enters the picture — he just has several questions. As do we. And we go with him to find the answers! And that’s where weaving in Ahsoka and Luke made perfect sense and now that Grogu has chosen to not pursue that branch of the narrative we don’t have to be as involved with it, y’know?

And here’s where I get beefy with how Jon is portraying the next arc of Din’s story. It seems — we won’t know for sure until we see the season, but it SEEMS — like they’re going full-on into him becoming the Mand’alor and reuniting Mandalorians. The second part is lovely, we know he lost his covert and needs to figure out for himself what being a Mandalorian means to him now. And finding more of his kind will definitely help him do that. Shared trauma. Group therapy. Love that for him.

I have no doubt that he’ll still be my simple guy. I just don’t wanna have to know all of TCW to be able to understand this season or ‘get the most out of it.’ I wanna not know shit and learn alongside him again.

But more than anything, knowing him as a character, I just don’t think being Mand’alor fits. And that’s just my opinion and I recognize that but listen our mans has lived his life in quiet corners and secluded alleys by his lonesome (covert and Grogu excluded) by choice. Do we really think he’d want this?

And hey, maybe my interpretations are wrong. Maybe he won’t do it. Maybe he’ll go as far as to help reunite the scattered clans into a more cohesive people and then pass off the reins to Bo-Katan or whoever else might show up (not Paz, tho. We know he would never lmao) and then go back to being a simple space dad and raising his kid. We’ll see.

I know some diehard, lifelong SW people that aren’t as into Mando because it’s not ‘classic Star Wars.’ And I know others, including myself, that love it the most for that very reason. It has a little bit of give for the classic fans, like those cameos and mentions of greater things. Those just aren’t the forefront. Which I love!

Plus, at the heart of every Star Wars story is found family, which is exactly what Din and Grogu are. Like you said, my love, their connection is just so unique and special! They and their dynamic are the driving force behind this show — it doesn’t need anything else to carry it. They are why we love it so much. Bigger SW is a pile of puzzle pieces of things that get put together to form a narrative and Mando is more like a poster. It’s all already there, created by a few key elements and has some of those in common with the puzzle, but can stand alone. You don’t need to do the puzzle to enjoy looking at the poster. (Idk if that makes sense but it’s all I can think of rn lol)

The force is just Grogu’s little quirk. The empire’s just the bitch that made Din’s life harder and made it personal when they tried to hurt his kid. He took names and kicked asses, and then he was done with them. Mandalore’s gotta just be the current thorn in Din’s ass that he needs to tweezer out.

Side characters. Assist trophies, if you will. But not the driving force. That’s them:

also I hate the whole ‘repenting for his sins’ dialogue but tbh I think they’re just using that for hype I don’t think it’ll actually be that deep and he’ll instead take the time to come into his own and explore other types of mandalorian life that feels much more like what he’d do but that’s just me. Also I’m still very much recovering from what they did to BOBF so I can’t help but be anxious in general about how this is gonna go. Wouldn’t put it past Jon to shoot himself in the foot with his best work.

Double also, after seeing that thing Jon said I am just pissed that there just seems to be no effort or forethought being put into the timeline of the narrative!!! Hire writers, Jon!! Give Din and Grogu the intent their story deserves, in every way!! Or I’ll bite your face!!

ok rant over thank you for this ask darling!! ❤️

#buckle up babes I have a RANT #the mandalorian

[idle-alena]

Ch 3. A Day In The Life

Pairing: Erwin Smith x Fem!Reader Word count: 2.9 k Summary: First class with Erwin after a year. How much of it did you two remember? Warnings: Drinking and texting... in a google docs. (Also, don't go searching the link)

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Your hands weren't answering you, telling them to stop meant nothing, you were shaking, dubious of entering the classroom. Sweaty palms, toying with your shoes and looking down on your phone to watch the hour. How do I enter the classroom? Marco was already in there, you stayed outside with the excuse of waiting for Historia to return, but in reality you were just about to shit your pants completely. A crush that lasted a semester went completely unnoticed and erased by your memories, given there were more important affairs happening in your life at the moment, and you didn’t bothered to look the names of the professors you enrolled your classes in, you only took what fitted the hours you had free and rolled with it.

Technically I  still have a whole minute to calm my nerves before entering the class, I can even take one more. You were chewing on the straw of your emptied iced coffee frantically, you practically chugged it down a couple minutes before and now the trash was helping as an anti-stress gadget. Last year’s semester was something else, you were oozing with nerve and attitude, snarky and sarcastic remarks, bordering on impertinence and insolence. You weren’t exactly sure if Erwin was flirting with you, all of his compliments were firmly based around your work, and yet you felt like it meant more. Or at least you wanted to mean them more than just praise from a teacher.

Will he remember me? You adjusted your dress, walking towards the trash can to finally let go of the cup, your hands were sweatier than before and your toes were numb, and so you took a few jumps to revive them. As you turned around, you saw people rushing through the hall, trying to get to their own classes, you looked at them and started to imagine scenarios based on how fast they were moving, an old technique to force your brain into distraction. 

Maybe the ones in a slow pace were 3rd years and up, and the ones rushing the most were freshmen. It didn’t work.

How Erwin must have been at college? 

I bet he was innately good, he didn’t even need to study… 

I didn’t think of him in a whole year, and conveniently I forgot my next class was with him. 

Yeah, sure, I was going through a lot when I met him, but not even at the class registration process did I care to check, now I am sweating my ass here, I can only think about our first encounter. 

Your heart was racing, even more now knowing what he looks like, at least from the back. And it was a nice back. The tattoo, I didn’t even think he would have tattoos, he is always so calm and collected, tattoos seem more of an impulsive choice, unlike him. You put your hand on your chest, focusing on the way your heart beated, in hopes of having some grounding, to stop fantasising.

“Aw, did you wait for me?” a voice took you out of your thoughts, while taking the hand you placed on your chest.

“Historia!” You opened your eyes, surprised at how fast she returned. She was panting.

“You’re too sweet. Come here, or we’ll actually be late for the first class.” She took your hand and guided you across the lingering students in the hallway. She must have run to be here in time, that’s why she was panting and didn't even notice the way your heart was still pouncing. Her hand gave you consolation, she didn’t even notice, but her just by being nice calmed you a bit.

Historia opened the closed classroom door with ease, it made a little crooked noise and some people inside turned their heads to an apologetic Historia –still with her hand holding yours– and a seemingly misplaced you. The classroom was dark with the fluorescents off and the curtains covering the windows, the only light was from the proyector, yet you could still see Marco’s waving hand to signal the empty two seats he saved beside him. As you entered the room, pulled by Historia, your senses dimmed to the point where everything felt like it was passing in slow motion, you didn’t feel your own hand closing the door behind you, your eyes were fixated on the muscular dark figure going through papers on the teacher’s desk.

There he was, the blond with the white button up shirt. He had a pen in his mouth while taking out papers from his suitcase to the desk, the matching blue tie was hanging loosely over the cluster of pages in front of him, the more he tried to find whatever he was looking for, the more evident it made that a tattoo was just below the cuffed part of his shirt. Historia pulled your hand to the front so you could be seated between her and Marco.

“Alright, guess I’ll have to take your word for it. I seem to have lost the attendance list, I don’t normally roll call, only on the first day.” He took a remote from his pocket and proceeded to walk to the center of the class. “As some may tell, these are the new smart classrooms, where I can control anything with this little gadget.” He showed you the remote, it had a few buttons but nobody could actually predict what they were for. “I’m going to be playing with this, so bare with me, I’m trying to make a dramatic entrance.” And with that, he pressed a button that changed the white background on the proyector to, what you could tell, another slide of the presentation, the name of the subject and Erwin’s name was on display.

“Neat.” Marco got close and whispered to you, as an approval.

“Now.” Erwin pressed another button which turned on the lights slowly. Now you could really tell how much of you were in the class, roughly 20 people were seated across this tiny classroom, coincidentally all of them were known for you. But that was what 6 semesters does to you, inevitably you come across everyone in the Class of 2018. “I’m Erwin Smith, your professor this semester.” He quickly scanned the room. “Glad to see some familiar faces.” He smiled towards where you were sitting, turned off the proyector and opened up the blinds with two buttons before letting go of the control by putting it away on his pants, and sitting on the only edge paper free of his desk, still facing you. “I hope you are all familiar with each other as well, because this semester you’ll be constantly working on teams, well, one team. Make them yourself as you see fit, write all your names, emails and signal who will be in your team, in one single sheet please, and pass it to me.” 

“I’ll make it.” Historia quickly pulled out a sheet from her binder and started writing your names, you smiled in gratitude.

Thank God for Historia gritting everything down, cause you couldn’t keep your eyes off Erwin, everyone started gathering and chatting in Historia’s seat as he himself sat down in his seat, neatly arranging the papers he laid in front with one hand while the other loosened up his tie a little bit more. You haven’t seen him in this type of clothing, he was very informal even in the winter semester, though the weather here was black or white, while in winter you came with sweaters and gloves, for the spring, dresses and shorts were perfect. This new light on him looked better, you prefered, and not only because it accentuated how buff he actually was, but because you could see the little bit of ink on his arm that normally would be covered by big sweaters.

As the class went on, he didn’t bother to present us all, which bothered you. You wanted him to notice that you were here for a second time, exclusively you, not Historia or Sasha, who you knew for a fact were with you as well, but he said familiar faces as if there were more. This class and neuro were the ones that most of the time everyone avoided and put off till the last semesters, most of your peers where advanced, so maybe Erwin would have crossed paths in other semesters. Is not like I was his only class.

He presented the syllabus and the way all the team was going to be graded the same, regardless of the individual work and effort you all put. You felt defeated, in your fantasy he would have recognized you immediately and praised the good work you did the semester he had you, how intelligent you were, the will of steel…

“Hey.” Marco snapped you out of it, once again. His voice returned you to reality, as everyone started moving, collecting their stuff and moving onto the next class. Has two hours already passed?  “Do you mind waiting for me? I’ll go to the bathroom real quick before our next class.” Marco was already packed, with his laptop inside his backpack, hanging on one arm. To be honest, you were the only one with the laptop still on the desk, you didn’t even remember when you took it out of your bag.

“Sure, hun.” Marco smiled and left the room, only you were left by the time he left.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. 

Erwin is intimidating, you were completely all alone in the classroom, he looked like he had no intention of leaving the desk, so you assumed he still had a class in here. Were you about to say something? Can you say something? How does one break the ice? 

“It's nice to see you again.” His deep voice made you tremble a bit, you closed your laptop and looked at him, he was smiling, with his arms over the desk, looking directly into you.

“It’s nice to see you too.” You took a moment too long to answer him, your heart was pounding so much you could hear clearly the beats in your ears. And now, watch me transform into my highschool self, a bit more insecure, crushing on a man at least 15 years older than me.

“I heard you took my advice and went onto Hange’s class.” Your hands were shaking while you tried to look effortless, not caring that he was actually trying to have a conversation with you. This was part of your daydream, but now, being here and alone, you just wanted to get out and wait for Marco outside. All of your bones keep screaming run , and yet your lips still were forming sentences you didn’t bother to think of them twice.

“Yeah, thanks, they were so nice, I even took another class with them this semester, maybe after all, neuro is my thing.” You smiled thoughtlessly, the topic was one of your favorites and he always seemed open for a chat. While you had a good relationship with your teachers, Hange and Erwin struck the most, though Hange always went more for a monologue, almost answering themselves by the time the questions in their head reached their voice. It wasn’t complaining, you loved hearing and learning.

“Well, I’m glad you came back to your favorite professors." He smirked, even without glasses you could tell the way his lips rolled, pleased with himself. Does that mean he was referring to himself? I cannot say that he wasn't my favorite, he was my crush the whole semester, but I hope I didn't make it too obvious. "Is that why you came back to me as well?” Damn right, even if I did it unconsciously. But you weren't going to let him know, you tensed your whole body, trying to conceal the agitation his comment did to you, because you were excited to know he recognized you, smug. The fact that he considered himself one of your favorites was just enough cockyness that you'd allow without it becoming stuck-up behaviour, and with that simple comment he reminded you how you fell for him, how he was so magnetic and charming, explaining and tutoring you.

“Who said you were my favorite?” You teased him. Oh no, why tease him now, WHAT ARE YOU THINKING? Think at least twice before saying this stuff. You were trying to flee, throwing things at your purse and as you were nearly at the door. Just one more step and you were out of this conversation. He laughed a bit, taking you by surprise, making you look at him one more time, admiring the perfectly neat hair with a fresh undercut and his perfect posture, scrabbling over some papers.

“See you on Thursday, take care.” Erwin smiled at you, maybe it was a smirk more than a smile, but you could hardly tell by the speed you were going. “I’m looking forward to seeing the work of my favorite student.”

-

The previous semester with Erwin.

-

“Send him something.” Annie laughed with her whole body, almost spilling the champagne on her bed. “Tell him he’s hot.”

“ANNIE! I cannot do that, he’s my professor.” You leaned forward, protecting your laptop before Annie had any ideas of writing something herself.

“But he is hot.” She gulped the entirety of the glass, serving herself another one, and after realizing the two empty bottles, she finally got up. Barely. “Be right back. OH! And you better have sent him something by the time I come back.” She sent you a little kiss with her hands before closing her door on her way out.

A friday afternoon. 

Pre-drinking with Annie with his dad’s alcohol. 

This was normal. 

What wasn’t normal was you being on the Google Docs, already tipsy and forgetting Historia’s message.

The revision is due this Friday, I completely forgot and I’m at my dad’s. She sent, two hours ago.

Everything ok? You sent, already gulping on your second drink.

Yeah

I’ll tell you all about it on Monday

But can you do it?

I sorrrrryyyyy

You just have to correct whatever comments are left

There must be two

Tops

Plsssssssss

You squinted, the alcohol already in your system playing tricks.

Yeah yeah, dont even worry about it

You’re a sweetheart

Muackkkkkkk :*

And now there were only two. You and Erwin online.

Erwin hated unnecessary mails, so he had access to the doc for revisions through the semester, saving a lot of back and forth of versions.

Historia was right at least, there were two comments to be answered, so you thought that drinking and writing wasn’t such a bad idea.

It was.

Oh it was.

what are you doing here? Whoever made the option for chatting on the document was… a genius or a moron, you were yet to decide.

I’m the professor.

If anything I should be the one asking. Erwin answered quickly. Shit.

we kidna forgot

I don’t think you should be telling me…

why ?

I grade you.

aslong as is done by today it suldnt be an issue

If you keep writing like that it would be. 

You do know I’m also grading the use of proper academic lenguaje?

int he chat aswel?

Well,

No.

see? easy peasy

He didn’t answer. So you got back to work. You changed tabs to the article you were revising, completing the last of the paragraf of the Theoretical Work, just trying to reach for the 5 pages requirement.

You’re citing wrong. Erwin’s chat bubble flared up.

What are your sources?

https://bit.ly/3vRuElg You quickly sent.

Yeah, you’re doing it wrong. And immediately afterwards his cursor took over what you were writing, and he himself started correcting it.

can u give me abreik, im learning ok

Oh no.

His words stopped for a moment, as if he was measuring his next move.

I’m helping, ok?

You’ll get a higher score.

funny, yu’ll be de one grading

And that's precisely why you should be listening.

ican’t hear yu

ur pretty farawy

:p

Oh no! Please stop. Your fingers were far faster than your brain.

Just let me help you.

That way you’ll finish faster and get on with whatever party you’re at.

how you know

It doesn’t take a genius. You’re typing pretty sloppy, you’re never like that.

how do yu even know howm like

You do remember I’m the one grading all your assignments?

but not my text mesages

Touché.

He finishes writing the paragraph you had left to do by the time Annie comes back.

“Well… my dad already called the driver, we need to be ready in like… five.” Her zestful attitude changed to her usual chippy. She was so much better at handling her alcohol. “So whatever flirting you were about to do, better make it quick and invite him over or be done with.” She smiled, knowingly.

“I didn’t do shit.” You responded, light-heartedly pouting.

“Yeah right… as if I didn’t notice the big fat smile. I doubt those freudian stuff are as entertaining as the hottie.” You threw her a pillow, which she dodged easily.

I’m going to pretend you didn’t admit to being drunk and grade you as usual.

but ididt admit nothing

and is not office ahours

and am not even on campus

Touché.

A minute passed.

Well you’re done.

Go have fun.

He is so nice.

kisses, tnks

You’re welcome.

:)

You partied and danced all night. But your brain still fixated on the similey.

The smiley.

You forgot all about the “kisses,tnks” tho.

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we make a pretty good team, don't we?

1614 words. rated t.

summary:

TK and Carlos are flying for the first time since the day of Gwyneth’s funeral but will it go to plan this time?

For the @tarlos-week-2022 day 2 prompt, ‘Do you need that much luggage?’

Nancy has been roped into driving TK & Carlos to the airport. To her surprise, they’re already bickering as she pulls up to their building.

‘Do you need that much luggage? I thought you were only going for the weekend?’ She asks with a raised eyebrow as they walk over to her car. They each wear a backpack, and TK wheels a carry-on suitcase in each hand while Carlos pulls a third suitcase behind him.

‘Thank you, Nancy! That’s exactly what I said,’ TK says to her, earning a glare from his fiancé.

‘Do we need that much luggage? Yes. First of all, half this luggage is filled with presents you bought for Jonah.’ Carlos begins, his voice even and calm, though TK can practically see the stress radiating off him.

‘It’s his first birthday; I can’t very well show up empty-handed, Carlos.’ TK says.

‘TK, I’m not saying you can’t bring a present or two. Just that maybe we didn’t need to buy out the entire toy store.’ Carlos replies, his voice growing irritated.

‘You say that like half of these aren’t from you. Besides, we have so much luggage because you packed what seems to be our entire wardrobe for one weekend.’ TK shoots back.

‘TK, I’ve never been to New York before. I’ve no idea what the weather will be like or how predictable it is. I just want us to be prepared for any scenario.’ Carlos says as he loads the first bag into Nancy’s trunk.

‘Oh, we’ll be prepared,’ TK says before turning to Nancy and adding. ‘We have so many clothes they didn’t all fit in the checked bag.’

‘That’s intentional, TK. You put a change of clothes in your carry-on in case they lose your checked bag.’ Carlos tells him as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

‘Dudes, as much as I enjoy watching you bicker like an old married couple, shouldn’t we get going?’ Nancy asks, glancing at the time on her phone.

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‘Oh, don’t worry, we have time. Tell Nancy when the flight is, babe.’ TK says, turning to shoot a pointed look at Carlos while anxiously tugging at his hoodie sleeve.

‘TK, I don’t think getting there a little early can hurt.’ Carlos says as he runs a hand through his curls. TK can see him growing more frustrated by the minute, but god he’s cute when he’s frustrated.

‘A little early? Babe, our flight doesn’t leave for five hours!’ TK replies, unable to hide his exasperation. It’s not that he doesn’t understand, because he does. He gets why Carlos is so stressed about being in control of every little detail for this trip and why he wants to be prepared for absolutely any scenario. But, the thought of sitting in that airport all those hours with nothing to do but dwell on the last time he was there makes him want to crawl out of his skin.

‘Five hours? Dude, that’s so much time to kill in the airport. Do you wanna stop for breakfast on the way?’ Nancy asks, closing the trunk now that Carlos has loaded the three suitcases.

‘I think that’s a great idea, Nancy. Our treat.’ TK says. He’s been craving a coffee since Carlos woke him at 5am as he paced the loft anxiously, triple checking they’d packed anything they could possibly need. As a shift worker, he’s no stranger to early wake-ups, but this was one day where he’d counted on a few extra hours of sleep to get through the day.

‘Can’t we just grab something at the airport?’ Carlos asks, and TK shakes his head.

‘Are you sure I have enough for Jonah’s birthday?’ TK asks as Nancy drives them to the nearby IHOP to get breakfast.

‘Enough? What else could you have possibly bought? All he’s going to care about is seeing his big brother.’ Carlos tells him reassuringly, taking his hand.

‘Well, there was that fire station doll house.’

‘TK, we talked about this. It’s bigger than our suitcase. It just wasn’t going to work.’ says Carlos.

‘We could have shipped it…,’ TK trails off with a despondent look.

‘It would have cost as much as the thing cost in the first place to ship it, if not more!’ Carlos says, throwing his hands in the air in frustration.

‘Alright, alright. I thought I signed up to drive you two love birds to the airport, not play couples counsellor.’ Nancy says in an attempt to diffuse the tension.

They buy themselves and Nancy breakfast at IHOP on their way to the airport, and while having some food and some coffee helps TK to feel less anxious about the flight ahead, it has the opposite effect on Carlos.

‘Breathe, baby,’ TK whispers to Carlos, taking hold of his tense hand as they walk to Nancy’s car.

The rest of their drive goes smoothly, and it doesn’t take long to thank Nancy and get checked in for their flight. Once they make it through the TSA line, TK sees the tension melt away from Carlos. One hour down, only four to go, he thinks to himself.

Neither TK nor Carlos could face the thought of flying coach after TK’s most recent experience, but the upside was their costly business class fares did come with lounge access.

‘I am never flying coach again.’ TK says as they take in the lounge, his eyes settling on the complimentary buffet.

‘See, I told you we didn’t need to get breakfast on the way.’ Carlos says with a smirk.

‘I’m still hungry,’ TK says with a shrug, getting himself a pain au chocolat from the selection of pastries. Carlos rolls his eyes.

As they sit together, watching the planes take off and land outside the window, TK almost forgets what happened the last time he was on a plane. But, any chance of forgetting is lost when a passenger at a nearby table collapses. In a split second, their bags and TK’s pastries are abandoned, and they’re on their feet, racing over to help.

‘Help, please. My daddy isn’t getting up.’ A young girl calls out with a shaky voice.

‘Hi, I’m Carlos. I’m a policeman, and this is my fiancé, TK; he’s a paramedic. We’re going to help your dad.’ Carlos says, crouching down to introduce himself to the terrified girl. She can’t be more than 10 years old.

‘Call 9-1-1.’ TK directs Carlos, but he’s already dialling.

TK crouches down and assesses the patient. ‘I’m not getting a pulse. Starting compressions,’ TK says, scanning his surroundings as he starts CPR on the man.

‘Dispatch, this is off-duty patrol officer 363-H20. I’m at Austin Bergstrom international airport, in the delta lounge, with an unresponsive male, 40s, in cardiac arrest. CPR has been commenced.’

‘Carlos? I’m dispatching units now. Is TK with you? Do you need me to stay on the line?’ Grace asks.

‘Is there an AED in this terminal?’ TK asks a delta staff member, and they race off in search of it.

‘TK is here. He’s commenced CPR and asked for an AED. So we won’t tie up the line.’ Carlos says.

The delta staff person comes back with the AED. Before TK gets the words out to request it, Carlos crouches beside TK and opens the man’s shirt to apply the defibrillator pads. In situations like this– which they seem to find themselves in a little too often for TK’s comfort– TK is glad they can communicate so efficiently and predict the others’ needs before they voice them.

‘CLEAR.’ TK shouts, halting compressions as the device delivers a shock to the unresponsive man.

‘I’ve got a pulse!’ TK shouts as the man regains consciousness.

‘Do you have someone else I can call for you?’ Carlos asks the young girl who sits nearby, now clutching a teddy bear she’s pulled from her backpack.

‘My mom.’ The girl replies shakily.

‘Do you know your mom’s number?’ He asks, and the girl nods proudly.

It feels like hours have passed by the time Carlos gets in contact with the mother and paramedics arrive to transport the patient, but in reality, it’s been mere minutes.

‘We make a pretty good team.’ Carlos whispers to TK as they walk back to the table where they left their bags and TK’s half-eaten pastry.

‘We really do, don’t we?’ TK responds, taking Carlos’ hand in his own.

They haven’t worked side by side in a situation as high stakes as this one since a solar storm struck Austin in the middle of their date, and for the most part, TK is glad. When they work together, it’s usually because there’s been a disaster on their day off. But, sometimes, he finds himself wishing they could work together more often. Carlos only has basic first aid training, but he anticipates TK’s needs and next moves better than any partner he’s ever had.

‘Afraid so.’ Carlos says, smirking at his fiancé.

‘I’m glad you’re here.’ TK says with a wistful smile as they sit hand in hand, watching the airplanes take off. He can’t help but think back to the night of the solar storm, lying on the hood of his car with his now fiancé watching the northern lights. Their trip may not be off to the peaceful start he’d had in mind, but here with the love of his life by his side, he doesn’t mind.

‘I know, but next time we need to travel, can we please take a road trip instead? Or a train? Anything that isn’t an airplane? Carlos replies.

‘We can indeed. I’ve had enough air travel adjacent disasters to put me off flying for life.’

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3, 5, & 8 for the new years writing ask!! Happy new year :)

3. Do you anticipate writing for a new fandom this year? Which one?

I have no idea! It’s definitely possible but I have no plans for any other fandoms at the moment! I’ve definitely had ideas for other marvel fandoms (especially crossovers with Loki characters but also others being involved) but other than a vague idea I jotted down for Sylvie and Peggy Carter meeting I don’t have any planned fics for other fandoms!

If I had to predict, the only one I could imagine is if my rewatches of Steven Universe allow that show to dig it’s claws back into me lol. I wrote a few snippets for things when I was like 17-18, after I’d stopped writing/posting fics officially but had short little scene ideas I wanted to write down. I adore that show still but I’m not at peak obsession/interest like I am with the Loki fandom! But we’ll see! It’s always possible that something like that (or maybe even season 2 of Our Flag Means Death?!) could inspire me enough to write something else!

5. Which WIP is first on your list to complete this year? Will you post a snippet?

I have a few that are first up! The main one is my 5+1 Christmas/New Year fic, I need to finish that soon so it’s not *too* far beyond the holidays lol. I’m a bit over half done and it’s short little sections so hopefully soon! Here’s a little preview!

Sylvie shrugs and starts tearing into the present, the goofy mustache themed wrapping paper being shredded effortlessly. She pulls out a long piece of fabric, bright green and covered in a slightly gaudy combination of gingerbread cookies, candy canes, Santas, snowflakes and reindeer. Holding it up in front of her and shaking it out reveals a long fleece onesie.

Loki gives an exaggerated frown that doesn’t stick as he lets out a laugh. “Shall I guess what mine is?” Loki gestures to his identical package.

“I have one too,” Mobius grins, cheeky and way too proud of himself. He clearly knows that his two much more stylish partners aren’t taken by the loud patterned pajamas, but when he’d seen them at the store he couldn’t resist.

“We’re meant to wear them and, ah, ‘twin’, are we?” Sylvie smirks slightly, her eyebrow raised.

“Triplet, yes. And I have more for the other Lokis when they come over tomorrow. Croki included.”

8. Is there a story idea in your mental vault that you’ve never been brave enough to try writing? Is this the year? Can you tell us about it?

It’s not fully in the vault, as I do have a bunch of notes and planning and even a few snippets for it, but it has been dragged along for a while and beyond what I have on the page there has been an insane amount of just sitting and thinking about it trying to sort it out in my brain and make it click! And that would be my Boastful Loki fic! In the vein of having written origins and/or rescues for the other void Lokis, I’ve wanted to tackle Boastful’s story for so long. I have a whole document of outlines and notes from conversations with people like @insert-witty-user-name-here where we discussed ideas and thoughts, all trying to build to the full fic, but it just hasn’t come together yet. Because we know so little about him (barely a personality beyond a few traits and no backstory) there are so many directions it could go, and I already have the main event that causes his deviation (briefly hinted at in “In the Middle of the Night”) but deciding exactly how I want the story to unfold to make it as impactful and fitting as I want, it’s just not there yet 😅 I hope this is the year it finally gets done!! I’m not sure if it’d be better or worse to finish it before Season 2, it’d be nice to solidify it with my own ideas but there’s a possibility he could show up again and we’d get some canon stories for him 🤔 Ideally I’d like to finish before summer/season 2 but we’ll see lol. Even if not the origin, I do have some plans for Boastful to show up and get some more time to shine in the found family series!!

Thank you for the ask!! ☺️

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