#(it's like...less than an hour until 1am)

[victoriously-wicked]

Finished 21x06... nope, I refuse. Are they seriously taking the piss right now???

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You are seriously gonna look me in the eyes right now and tell me that they brought this character that I've loved since the moment i met him in season 8 back just to kill him off and HURT MY SOUL?? Motherfuckers... 😭

That was Liv's ONLY FAMILY.

That was her RIDE-OR-DIE.

That was the man who NAMED HIS DAUGHTER AFTER HER.

That was HER LITTLE BROTHER.

If you were there when I was posting season 8-14 reactions, you'll remember how much I ADORED Simon. AND THEY FINALLY BRING HIM BACK JUST TO DO THIS??

I swear to God, these writers better watch out-

(also, its 1am and this is a really shitty place for me mentally for me to be in right now. Especially since I'm gonna be walking into a chemistry exam in less than 8 hours... oops)

[mrsfancyferrari]

Fragments of Hope

Summary: You had an argument with Daniel and you decided to leave him for a while. What you didn't know is that he can't live without you.

Song: MILLION DOLLAR BABY - Tommy Richman

Author’s note: I can't write short stories to save my life. I hope you enjoy this long journey which may take a full day to read. Please like, reblog and share this! <3

Word count: 4.6k

MASTERLIST - F1

"Daniel, I feel like you're prioritizing your racing career over our relationship. It seems like you don't care about me anymore." You said, stressing over the fact that Daniel didn't understand.

"I understand why you might feel that way, but racing is my passion and it's important to me. I want you to know that you're also a priority in my life." Daniel replied.

"Well it certainly does feel like it sometimes," You muttered, standing up from your seat.

"Y/N please listen to me," Daniel pleaded, standing up to follow you.

"No you listen to me!" you yelled, turning around to face him. "Everyday you stay in the paddock until 1AM or later when you come home and then you leave at 8AM to go back to work. Daniel, I have less than 7 hours to spend time with you and it's mostly used on you sleeping,"

"I understand that it may feel that way, but racing is not just a career for me. It's my passion," Daniel pleaded, his voice filled with sincerity. "I love you more than words can express, and I want to make it work between us."

"How Daniel, tell me how you are going to fix this because right now, I don't feel like I'm in a relationship with you but a friend who helps you."

Daniel stood there, his eyes filled with regret and realization. He had never seen you so upset before, and your words struck a chord deep within him. He knew that he had to make a change, to find a way to balance his racing career with your needs and desires.

"That's what I thought," You muttered, taking your phone before heading for the door, "Don't follow me,"

Feeling frustrated and hurt, you stormed out of the house and went to your best friend's house for the night.

As you're on your way to your friend's place, your phone dies, leaving you disconnected from Daniel. However, when you finally arrive at your friend's house, you decide to check your phone for any missed messages.

Opening your photos or messages, you notice several messages and calls from Daniel. One that read, "I'm sorry for what happened. Are you at your friend's house?"

You take a deep breath, feeling a mix of anger and sadness.

Despite your hurt feelings, you decide to text him back, "Yes, I'm at my friend's house. I need some time to think and process everything. Please respect my space for now."

It's late at night when you find yourself sitting with your friend, doing your skin care routine together. You decide to share your situation with her, expecting some reassurance.

As you pour your heart out to your friend, she listens attentively, her eyes filled with empathy. "I can understand why you're feeling hurt and frustrated," she says, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

"It's important to prioritize your own needs and emotions in a relationship. You deserve someone who can dedicate time and effort to nurturing your connection."

"But I have got to remind you how in love Daniel looks when he's with you," your friend said, her voice filled with sincerity.

"I've seen the way his eyes light up when he talks about you, and the way he always puts your happiness first. Maybe this situation is a wake-up call for him to prioritize your relationship and find a better balance. Give him a chance to make things right, but also remember to listen to your own needs and make decisions that are best for you."

You nod, appreciating your friend's perspective and words of encouragement. "You're right," you reply, "I do see how much Daniel cares about me. I'll take some time to reflect on what I need and have an open conversation with him."

The next day, you and Daniel barely exchange any words. It feels like there's a tension between the two of you, but you try to ignore it.

As the race day approaches, you find yourself watching Daniel's race. Unfortunately, he doesn't perform well, finishing in 19th place. The disappointment weighs heavily on both of you and knew that Daniel would be very disappointed in himself, but you decide to give it some time.

You were always the one to comfort him after a bad race, reminding him that everyone has off days and that his performance does not define his worth as an athlete. You would assure him that you still believed in him and that you're proud of the effort he put in.

Feeling conflicted, you decide to reach out to Daniel after his disappointing race. Despite being in your friend's house, you understand that he is most likely in the paddock as usual.

You send him a text expressing your support and reminding him that you believe in his abilities, hoping that it will provide some comfort during this challenging time. . . .

Days turn into weeks, and the tension between you and Daniel remains. One night, you receive a strange picture from Lando, a close friend of Daniel's and you.

In the photo, you see Daniel, his usually composed and determined demeanor replaced with disheveled hair and glassy eyes. His grip on the lamppost is tight, as if it's the only thing keeping him upright.

The streetlights cast an eerie glow on his face, highlighting the exhaustion and despair etched in his features. It's a stark contrast to the vibrant and confident person you've known him to be.

As you study the image, a wave of concern washes over you. You can't help but wonder what has led Daniel to this point.

Is it the mounting pressure of his racing career? The strain on your relationship? Or something deeper that you're unaware of?

Unable to bear the weight of uncertainty any longer, you decide to video call Lando, hoping to gain some insight into what has been happening with Daniel lately.

"Lando, what's going on?" you asked worriedly, your voice filled with concern as you hoped to gain some insight into what has been happening with Daniel lately.

"Oh yeah hey Y/N, your boyfriend is really drunk and he is hugging a lamppost with all of his strength," Lando explained, showing his face and waving at the camera.

"I've been trying to get him to come back to the house, but he's been pretty stubborn. I think he's been struggling with the disappointment from the race and it's just gotten to him."

"Let me see him,"

As Lando shifted the camera towards Daniel, you could see the toll that his recent struggles had taken on him. His usually vibrant eyes were bloodshot and glazed over, filled with a mixture of exhaustion and anguish.

His disheveled hair clung to his sweaty forehead, and his once confident posture had slouched, as if weighted down by the burden he carried.

It was clear that he was in a state of deep distress, and your heart ached at the sight of him clinging to the lamppost, seeking solace in his own thoughts.

"Daniel baby," you said in a gentle tone that you would only use for him. Daniel perked up, looking around for you, his eyes scanning the surroundings until they finally met yours on the video call.

There was a glimmer of recognition and relief in his eyes as he realized you were there, offering him a lifeline of support and understanding amidst his turmoil.

With a shaky voice, Daniel whispered, "Y/N, is that you?" His words carried a mix of vulnerability and hope, as if he was desperate for your presence to validate his struggles and offer him the comfort he desperately needed.

Your heart racing, you didn't waste a second. Without another thought, you hung up the video call and rushed out the door, fueled by a determination to be by Daniel's side.

As you sprinted towards where Lando had described, the worry and fear in your chest propelled you forward, your mind filled with a single thought - you needed to reach Daniel, to hold him, and to let him know that he wasn't alone in his pain.

"Lando, make sure that he stays there and share your location," you instructed, knowing that finding Daniel quickly was of utmost importance.

The urgency in your voice reflected the depth of your concern as you relied on Lando to keep an eye on him until you arrived.

"It's not like he's letting go of this lamppost any time soon," Lando joked

You couldn't help but chuckle at Lando's attempt to lighten the mood. "Well, I'll make sure to give him a little nudge if he's still holding on when I get there," you replied, grateful for the small moment of levity amidst the seriousness of the situation.

Lando chuckled and said, "Just make sure it's a gentle nudge. We don't want him falling over before you get there. I'll keep an eye on him for you, Y/N. He's in good hands."

"Also just make sure you bring some extra strength with you. I have a feeling Daniel might need it," he said, his voice laced with concern.

"I'll be there as soon as I can, Lando," you assured him, your voice filled with determination. "Thank you for watching over him. I know he's in good hands with you."

When you finally locate Daniel, you approach him cautiously. He looks disheveled and confused, unaware of the picture you received from Lando.

As soon as you got off the car and walked over to the two of them, Daniel's eyes were on you. His gaze held a mixture of relief, anticipation, and a glimmer of hope, as if he had been waiting for you to arrive and bring him the solace he desperately needed.

"Thank goodness you're here Y/N," Lando said smiling at you before giving you a hug.

"How is he?" You whispered to Lando, glancing at Daniel whose eyes were still trained on you.

"He's in bad shape," Lando whispered, his worry evident in his voice. "He's refusing to drink water, he's been vomiting, and he has a high fever. But no matter what, he won't let go of that lamppost."

Your heart sank as you took in the state Daniel was in. The sight of him clinging to the lamppost, refusing to let go despite his deteriorating health, only heightened your concern.

"I'll go try and talk to him."

"Good luck but you probably won't need it," Lando replied.

As you approached Daniel, you couldn't help but notice the hollowed look in his eyes, as if the light within him had faded. His once vibrant and charismatic demeanor was replaced by a sense of weariness and defeat.

His disheveled hair and trembling hands were clear signs of the toll this ordeal had taken on him, and it was heartbreaking to see him in such a vulnerable state.

The sight of him clinging desperately to the lamppost, his knuckles white with tension, revealed a level of desperation that struck a chord within you.

Nevertheless, you mustered up all the courage you had and gently reached out to touch his shoulder, hoping to break through the walls he had built around himself.

"Daniel, it's me Y/N, your girlfriend," you said slowly, your voice filled with love and concern.

His eyes flickered for a moment, as if trying to grasp onto a distant memory, before a glimmer of recognition appeared. "Y/N," he whispered hoarsely, his grip on the lamppost loosening slightly.

"I'm here, Daniel," you replied softly, your heart breaking at the sight of his vulnerability. "I won't leave you alone. We'll get through this together."

You placed your palm against Daniel's forehead, feeling the heat radiating from his feverish skin. Concern washed over you as you realized just how sick he was. "We need to get you to a doctor, Daniel," you said, your voice tinged with urgency.

"No doctor," he slurred, his words barely audible. "I don't want their help. Just stay with me, Y/N."

As Daniel's words trailed off, tears welled up in his eyes and cascaded down his cheeks. Each tear carried the weight of his pain and the fear of losing himself and you.

You held him tightly, offering a comforting embrace as his tears soaked into your shoulder, a silent testament to the depth of his despair.

"Daniel," you said gently, wiping away his tears with your thumb, "I understand that you're scared and don't want anyone's help. But I can't stand to see you suffer like this. The doctors can help you get better. They have the knowledge and resources to treat you. Please, let me take you to the hospital. I'll be right by your side the whole time, I promise."

Daniel looked at you with a mix of desperation and gratitude, his trembling hand reaching out to hold yours tightly. "Okay," he whispered, his voice filled with surrender, "take me to the hospital."

You nodded, grateful for Lando's support. Slowly and carefully, with Lando's help, you guided Daniel to Lando's car. As you settled into the back seats, Daniel's trembling hand still tightly holding yours, Lando started the engine and drove off towards the hospital, the weight of the situation heavy in the air.

Daniel leaned against you, his body weak and trembling. Each breath he took seemed to require immense effort, his chest rising and falling in shallow gasps.

The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on your heart as you held him close, praying for his strength to endure just a little longer until you reached the hospital.

"I'm so sorry Y/N," he whispered while taking in sharp breaths, his voice strained with pain.

"What do you mean baby?" you whispered, observing every movement Daniel made.

"I'm sorry.... for.... for not being.... good enough," Daniel stuttered, tears streaming down his face.

Your heart shattered at his words, and you squeezed his hand tighter, your voice filled with love and conviction. "Daniel, please don't say that. You are more than enough, and I love you just the way you are. We'll get through this together, I promise."

"I... love you," Daniel muttered. "Please don't leave... me."

"I love you too, Daniel," you replied, tears welling in your eyes. "I will never leave your side. We're in this together, and we will fight through it. You are not alone."

The rest of the journey was mostly silent, as you focused on keeping Daniel awake and alert, gently talking to him and urging him to stay awake. However, Daniel's exhaustion and pain were overwhelming, and he longed for the comfort of sleep.

Despite his struggle, he fought to stay awake, knowing that reaching the hospital was crucial for his survival.

As you pulled up to the hospital, Lando's prearranged call had ensured that a medical team was waiting at the entrance with a stretcher for Daniel. They quickly and efficiently transferred him onto the stretcher, their urgency matching the gravity of the situation.

You watched with a mix of relief and anxiety as they whisked Daniel away, knowing that he was now in the hands of the medical professionals who could provide him with the immediate care he needed.

You and Lando waited in the waiting room, your legs bouncing against the floor in a nervous rhythm. The minutes felt like hours as you anxiously scanned the hallway for any sign of the medical team returning with updates on Daniel's condition. The weight of uncertainty hung heavy in the air, and all you could do was hope and pray for positive news.

"I couldn't help but listen in your conversation in the car," Lando started. "Did something happen before today?"

You took a deep breath, your voice trembling slightly as you replied, "Yes, Daniel and I have been going through a difficult time lately."

"Excuse me, were you the ones who brought Mr. Ricciardo?" the doctor asked, looking at you and Lando. Your heart raced as you nodded, eager for any updates on Daniel's condition.

"Yes, we brought him," you replied anxiously. "How is he? Is he going to be okay?" The doctor's face softened as they looked at you both with empathy. "We're doing everything we can for Mr. Ricciardo. He's stable for now, but we need to run some tests and monitor him closely. It's too early to say anything definitive, but we're hopeful."

"Can we at least see him?" Lando asked on your behalf, his voice filled with concern. The doctor nodded sympathetically, understanding your need to be by Daniel's side during this critical time.

"Yes, you can see him, but please keep in mind that he needs rest and quiet. Follow me."

As you followed the doctor down the hallway, a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts raced through your mind. Fear, hope, and a desperate longing to see Daniel battled within you, creating a tumultuous storm of anticipation.

You clung to the doctor's words of hope, praying that they would ring true and that Daniel would pull through this ordeal.

As you entered Daniel's hospital room, you were taken aback by his appearance. His usually vibrant and energetic demeanor had been replaced by a pale and weakened figure lying motionless on the bed.

The sight of him hooked up to machines and monitors sent a pang of sadness and worry through your heart. Tubes and wires were connected to his body, a stark reminder of the severity of his condition.

Despite the sterile and clinical environment, the room was filled with an overwhelming sense of vulnerability and fragility.

The beeping of the machines provided a haunting soundtrack to the room, punctuating the silence that hung heavily in the air. Daniel's closed eyes gave no indication of his awareness of your presence, and you couldn't help but feel a profound sense of helplessness.

"I'll leave you to it." The doctor muttered, closing the door and leaving you and Lando in the room.

The atmosphere in the room was heavy with a mix of sorrow and uncertainty. As you stood there, surrounded by the beeping machines and the stillness of Daniel's presence, the weight of the situation sank deep into your being.

It was a somber reminder of the fragility of life and the powerlessness you felt in the face of it all.

You sat down beside Daniel, gently taking his hand in yours. The touch of his cold skin sent a shiver down your spine, a stark contrast to the warmth and vitality he once exuded. As you sat there, you couldn't help but silently will him to fight, to overcome whatever obstacles lay ahead.

"This is all my fault," you muttered, silently crying onto Daniel's hand, overwhelmed by guilt and regret. You couldn't help but blame yourself for the situation, questioning every decision and action that led to this moment.

The weight of guilt and regret pressed heavily upon you as you sat beside Daniel, crying silently onto his hand. Every decision and action leading up to this moment played on a loop in your mind, tormenting you with thoughts of self-blame and what-ifs.

The emotions were overwhelming, and you couldn't help but wonder if you could have done something differently to prevent this.

"It's not your fault," Daniel strained, his voice weak but filled with reassurance. You quickly looked up, astonishment and relief flooding your eyes as you saw him awake.

"I'll leave it up to you guys," Lando said as he left the room and left you both having no chance to hear him as he left.

"Does it hurt?" you muttered.

"No but it hurts that you're crying," Daniel muttered, slowly raising his hand to wipe your tears, "It's not your fault,"

"I shouldn't have left like that, I distracted you before your race and now this," you said, your voice filled with remorse and self-blame. Daniel's weak smile broke through the heaviness in the room as he gently squeezed your hand.

"Don't blame yourself," he whispered, his words carrying a sense of forgiveness and understanding.

"I shouldn't have treated you like that for you to leave the house," Daniel stated, his voice filled with sincerity. "I promise to focus more on our relationship and prioritize our happiness above all else."

"You don't have to," you muttered.

"But I will, I promise."

"You know," Daniel began, his voice growing stronger, "I've had a lot of time to think while I was lying here. And I realized that life is too short for us to hold onto regrets and blame ourselves for things that are out of our control. We can't change the past, but we can choose how we move forward from here."

Tears welled up in your eyes again, but this time they were tears of gratitude and hope. "You're right," you whispered, your voice filled with a mix of relief and determination.

"Can you get in here with me? I miss having you beside me when I sleep," Daniel muttered, his voice filled with longing and vulnerability.

You hesitated for a moment, unsure if it was appropriate, but ultimately decided to climb into the hospital bed and snuggle up beside him, finding comfort in the warmth of his embrace.

"Are you comfortable?" you whispered, laying against Daniel's chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

"More than ever," he replied, wrapping his arms around you tightly, as if never wanting to let go.

As you kept quiet, tracing Daniel's tattoos slowly, you marveled at the stories they told, each inked line representing a moment in his life. It was a silent act of love and connection, a way for you to understand him on a deeper level without words.

This was how most of your nights would end, with you tracing over Daniel's tattoos while he tenderly kissed the top of your head and rubbed your back. It was a comforting routine that brought you both a sense of peace and intimacy, allowing you to express your love for each other without the need for words.

In those quiet moments, you felt a deep connection and understood that the stories etched on his skin were a part of him, just as you were a part of each other's lives.

"Will you come to live with me again?" Daniel muttered against the top of your head, his words filled with a mix of vulnerability and hope. You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his, and felt a surge of love and longing.

"Daniel," you whispered, your voice filled with uncertainty. As you looked into his eyes, you could see the sincerity and desperation in his gaze.

A part of you wanted to believe him, to give him one more chance, but another part of you was hesitant, unsure if things could truly be different this time.

Daniel begged desperately, "Please, give me one chance and I promise that I will be more committed to our relationship if given the chance."

Taking a deep breath, you let the love you still felt for Daniel override your doubts. "Yes," you whispered, a mix of hope and caution in your voice. "I'll give us one more chance, but we have to take it slow and work on rebuilding trust."

Daniel grinned, "That's all I need," he said, his eyes filled with gratitude and determination. "I promise you won't regret this. I'll do whatever it takes to make things right between us."

Your heart fluttered as Daniel's hand tightened around your waist, pulling you closer to him. Goosebumps erupted across your skin with every touch, igniting a fire within you that only he could ignite. The electricity between you is palpable, and you can't help but melt into his embrace.

As your lips met, a wave of familiarity and passion washed over you. The taste of his kiss was like coming home, a sweet and addictive blend of warmth and tenderness. In that moment, all doubts and uncertainties melted away, replaced by a renewed sense of hope and desire.

The world around you faded into the background as you lost yourself in the intoxicating dance of his lips against yours, each kiss deepening the connection between your souls.

Time stood still as you surrendered to the magnetic pull of his embrace, savoring every stolen breath and gentle caress. It was a kiss that spoke volumes, a silent promise of a love that had weathered storms and emerged stronger than ever.

You gently tug at his collar, out of breath, and as Daniel asks, "Do you want me to stop?"

Also out of breath, and with a mischievous smile, you whisper, "Just the opposite, please. Don't stop."

Your words are filled with a mix of vulnerability and desire, a silent plea for him to continue. With a knowing smile, Daniel leans in closer, his touch becoming even more electrifying, as the intensity between you grows with each passing moment.

"God, I missed this," Daniel muttered against your lips, his voice filled with longing and a tinge of regret. The weight of his words hung in the air, reminding you of the time lost and the journey ahead.

But in that moment, all that mattered was the fire that burned between you, igniting a passion that refused to be extinguished. . . .

[rhyrhy]

Slut me out series ˚ · .˚ ༘🦋⋆｡˚

Football! Fuckboy! Abby Anderson x female reader!

Cw: cunnilingus, fingering (r! Receiving), sex/actions under the influence, hate sex-ish, talks of drinking, smoking, college/ modern setting Abby!, no talks on body or race specifics! (Ellie appearance!)

MDNI- mlist for previous chapters

Chapter five: Out of bounds (not fully proofread I’m tired)

January 19th, 1am

The pool lights flickered, casting a soft glow that reflected on the water, painting everyone’s face in shades of blue and green. You had your head laid back on the cool, wet tile at the pool’s edge, listening to the distant chatter and the soft splash of water. The hum of R&B from the speakers couldn’t drown out the nagging question you had bouncing in your mind. So, you turned to Layla.

“Do you think she meant it, Lay?” you asked, unsure if the answer could even help the pit in your stomach.

Layla looked at you, brow furrowed, then softened. She knew what you were asking. “I think she did,” she said quietly. “And you know I wouldn’t lie to you. So… yeah”

Her words lingered in the air.

Was she really sorry this time? What did that even mean? What now?

You’d been soaking for an hour or so, you couldn’t bear to go back inside right now. Your mind was a mess, and whatever Layla put in your cup wasn’t helping. It just made you more fuzzy than wanted. Praying she’d come back soon, for a distraction or unfunny dad joke she loves to tell when you aren’t feeling like yourself.

You tried to push away the lingering thoughts of Abby. Don’t let her consume you, you are your own person. You repeat in your head, letting out a deep sigh. They wouldn’t leave you alone. Until a lanky, auburn haired, familiar face entered your line of sight.

You blinked a few time to process, seeing Ellie. standing a few feet away, her hands stuffed casually into the pockets of her faded jeans, her slightly awkward yet endearing smile impossible to ignore. Ellie Williams, You’d borrowed notes and had a few study groups with her in it, a friend. A comfort from the raging thoughts. Ellie’s eyes glinted with playful energy. you couldn’t help but feel a slight pull toward her, even with everything else on your mind.

“You looked a little lonely over here.” She nodded toward you, her green eyes flicking briefly to the drink in your hand. “Guess I’ll have to keep you company now.”

A small smile fell on your face. “Oh you’ll ‘have to’ , Is that right?”

Ellie shrugged, stepping closer. “Just doing my civic duty.” She leaned against the pool railing, her expression soft. “soo, you hiding from someone or?All mopey, red solo cup in hand”

You laugh at her dramatic description of you just chilling in the pool. Although she’s right, you were a tad ‘mopey’. Before you could answer, the patio door slid open with a clatter. Abby stepped out, her broad shoulders silhouetted by the light from the house, carrying an air that made your heart to pause for half a second. Yeah..Maybe it was foolish to think she wouldn’t be here.

Ellie’s teasing smirk faded slightly as her gaze flicked toward Abby, and she straightened up. “Guess I’ll leave you to it,” she murmured, her voice quieter now. She gave you a smile before turning and disappearing back into the crowd.

You barely had time to process Ellie’s sudden appearance before she was shuffling through the backyard. you sighed deeply and sank into the water a little more praying once more but for her to somehow not notice you.

And for awhile, she didn’t…until she did.

“Oh…Didn’t expect to see you here,” Abby said, her tone calm, though the way her hands flexed at her sides awkwardly gave her away.

You set your drink down on the pool ledge, avoiding her eyes. “Didn’t plan on it.” She may have apologized but I didn’t mean you were any less pissed at her whole ‘hit it and quit it’ act.

The air between you felt heavy, the distant chatter of the party and the bass-heavy music fading into the background. Abby shifted on her feet, glancing over her shoulder briefly, as if gauging whether this conversation was worth continuing.

…And for better or worse, she decided it was.

“Hey, about the other night—”

“Please Don’t,” you cut her off, finally meeting her gaze. Her blue eyes were softer than you wanted them to be, and it made your chest tighten. “I’m not here to rehash it, please.”

Abby hesitated, the sharp confidence she usually carried dulled by your words. Then Abby’s jaw tightened, and for a moment, you thought she might walk away. Instead, she took a step closer, her voice almost pleading. “I don’t know how to fix this, okay? But I meant what I said to you, even if I messed up.”

There it was again. you had wanted to hear for weeks, and yet it still didn’t feel the way you thought it would. The words sounded sincere, but sincerity didn’t erase the hurt she’d caused.

Your heart skipped, the weight of her words pressing down on you. You wanted to believe her—wanted to believe there was still something real there—but the ache of what she’d done was still fresh. Before you could respond, Layla reappeared, her presence breaking the tension like a knife to a balloon.

“Sis, Everything good here?” she asked, her tone casual but her eyes narrowed as they flicked between you and Abby.

“Fine,” you said quickly, grabbing your drink and standing up. “I was just heading inside.”

You brushed past Abby, The feeling of her strong shoulder against yours sent a shiver down your spine but it quickly vanished. feeling her eyes linger on you as you walked away. The second somewhat apology had come, or more so admission of guilt..but the question of if it was genuine still bounced around in the air.

——-

The night dragged on, Layla throwing more distractions your way than you could handle. They were almost working. “we’re about to play pong in the living room. You in?” You hesitated, glancing toward the back door. You could still feel Abby’s presence out there, like a shadow you couldn’t shake.

Layla nudged you. “Come on, forget her for a minute. This is supposed to be fun, remember?”

Sighing, you relented. “Fine. But only if I’m on your team. I’m not carrying someone else.”

Layla grinned, pulling you toward the living room where a makeshift table had been set up. Red solo cups were lined up in neat triangles on either end, and a group of people were already cheering loudly as a ball arced through the air and splashed into one of the cups.

——-

The game quickly became a small escape—a distraction that let you focus on something other than Abby’s lingering words. You and Layla made a solid team, racking up points and earning loud cheers from the group that had gathered to watch.

For a while, it felt like the knot in your stomach was starting to loosen. You were finally feeling normal. Before this torture of the Abby Anderson web. The laughter, the competitive smack talk, and Layla’s overbearing teasing were enough to keep your mind occupied.

But then, just as you were lining up a shot, you caught sight of her. Abby had come back inside, her towering frame impossible to miss as she leaned against the wall near the kitchen, arms crossed. Her eyes were on you.

You locked hers with her mid throw—You missed the shot.

Layla noticed immediately, following your gaze. “Seriously?” she muttered under her breath. “She can’t leave you alone for five minutes?”

“Lay, Let it go,” you said quickly, trying to shake it off, but the distraction was already setting in.

Abby didn’t move, didn’t say anything. She just watched you, her expression unreadable. no matter how much you tried to focus on the game, her presence was like vacuum, pulling your attention back to her again and again. You hated the small flutter in your stomach swirling with irritation and hurt.

——-

The alcohol was settling in now, warmth washing over, blurring the sharp, harsh edges of the world around you. The chatter from the living room blurred into the heavy bass of the music, and Layla’s voice faded into the background as you excused yourself, weaving through the crowd toward the bathroom.

Inside, the sounds of the party fell away, leaving only the hum of dim lights and the distant thrum of the music through the walls. You leaned against the sink, as you stared at your reflection. still slightly damp from the dip earlier you turned to find a towel to dry off fully.

emotional weight of the night hitting you like a bricks, feeling your chest tighten as the flashes of the past month began to pour in now that you were alone with no distractions.

The push and pull was maddening. Every time you tried to move away from it, she showed up. Every time she spoke, she cracked open wounds you were desperate to let heal. How can her words be the bullet and bandage at the same time?

Why can’t you just let me go?

The door creaked open behind you, and you froze, meeting Abby’s reflection in the mirror. She stepped inside, closing the door behind her with a quiet click.

“Abby—”

“I had to,” she interrupted, her voice low and raw. “I couldn’t just…watch you out there and say nothing.”

You turned to face her, your back pressed against the sink. “We’ve already said enough.”

“Clearly not,” she said, her gaze pleading once again. as she took a step closer. “You think I don’t see it? You’re hurting. And I know I’m the reason why.”

Her words hung heavy in the air, cutting through the haze of alcohol just enough to make your chest ache. “Then why do you keep doing this?” you asked, your voice breaking. “Why can’t you just leave me alone if you’re not going to—”

“I don’t want to leave you alone,” she said, closing the distance between you. Her voice softened, but her expression was anything but. “You think I don’t feel it too? You think I don’t hate myself for how I’ve hurt you?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, Abby’s strong hands were on your face, pulling you toward her. Her lips crashed into yours, desperate and messy, the heat of the moment fueled by the alcohol coursing through your system and the unresolved tension between you. You dropped the towel you had in hand and clinger onto her to steady you both.

You said you were done, she was supposed to be a closed chapter. So this wasn’t the best idea—you both knew that. The taste of tequila lingered on her lips, and your thoughts screamed at you to pull away, but your body didn’t listen. Your fingers tangled in her shirt as you kissed her back, a mix of anger, longing with a swirl of so many other emotions you couldn’t and wouldn’t name.

The kiss deepened, your back pressing harder against the sink as her hands slid to your waist, holding you like you might disappear. Her tongue darting into your mouth when gasped at her grasp on your hips. pull away. Pull away!

You couldn’t. For a moment, the world outside the bathroom disappeared. There was no party, no pain, no lingering questions. just the two of you, caught in something reckless. as the kiss broke, reality crashed back in. Abby’s forehead rested pressed against yours, her breathing uneven. You couldn’t open your eyes, knowing it would make the moment too real. The weight of what was happening would crash back into your mind if you did. Your mind once again a hailstorm of emotions and unspoken words.

“Abs…This doesn’t fix anything,” you whispered.

“I know,” Abby said, her voice low and hoarse. “But I can’t help it. Please just…please just this once”

She couldn’t help it and Neither could you.

As soon as you gave her the green light, your lips were back together like you were glued together.

Her tongue gently teased at your lower lip gently, silently asking for permission to deepen the kiss. Her other hand moved from your hip to wrap around your waist, her fingers gently holding onto the back of your shirt, pulling you closer still.

The moment you gave her access, abby’s tongue darted back into your mouth, her moan muffled by the kiss as she began to deepen the kiss. Her hand on your lower back began to explore your body, slowly tracing up and down your sides while she kissed you. Clearly missing how you felt in her hands.

She felt as if her body was almost completely pressed against yours now, her hands and lips practically greedy as they continued to explore, both her hands tracing up and down your sides, over your hips, and your body pressed against hers, her tongue continuing to gently explore your mouth, tasting you, wanting more of you, needing more of you.

Abby’s breathing became heavy and ragged as the kiss went on, her entire body continuing to react more and more as the kiss continued, her hands continuing to trace over your body, her hips gently grinding against yours, a small moan slipping past her lips again as she began to kiss you with more and more urgency. You were sure she was going to devour you at this point. She felt as if she was losing herself in the kiss, feeling as if the only thing that mattered was how your body felt against hers, how your tongue felt in her mouth, how your body was pushing her against the wall, her moans getting louder and louder the more the kissed.

You were surprised and slightly disappointed when she pulled away, wanting to continue the kiss. breathing heavily, trying to catch your breath, lips slightly swollen from the kiss, cheeks flushed as your eyes slowly opened.

her eyes tracing from yours to your slightly swollen lips, enjoying how they still looked from the kiss. Her hands were still resting gently on your hips, almost like she couldn’t bring herself to let go of your body. Not again. Not after all this time apart. Even though it was her fault.

Abby sighs of relief and moans softly at the feeling of your hands on her hips. You gave into the moment and ran your hands over the places you missed most. her body responding instantly to your touch. She leans in, pressing her mouth to your neck, her lips trailing hot kisses along the soft skin there.

Abby smiles against your skin as she feels your response, her kisses becoming more intense as she nips and sucks at your neck. Her hand slides up to tangle in your hair, holding your head in place as her other hand grips at your hip, pulling you closer, if that’s even possible at this point. she continues to kiss and bite at your neck, but she wants more. She wants to taste you, to re-explore every inch of you. missing the way you sounded and squirmed under her. Without warning, she drops suddenly to her knees, her hands working quickly at the fastenings of your jeans. Those blue eyes flick up to meet yours, a hint of mischief in them as she works the buttons on your jeans. you gasp as she began to undo your bottoms, hips bucking slightly with anticipation. She can hear your breath coming in shorter bursts. She feels the hand tighten on her shoulders, as you watch her work. All rational thoughts are out the window and did a full 180. Her hands push at the fabric, tugging them down over your hips until they're around your ankles. Truth be told, she didn’t want to double check in fear you’d pull away.

She wastes no time in moving forward, her mouth immediately pressed against the soft, sensitive skin of your plush inner thigh.

The kisses move higher, her tongue tracing patterns along your thighs as her hands grip your hips, keeping you pinned against the bathroom wall. You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Flushed, hand in her hair, biting your lip in response to her mouth so close to where you wanted her. mind too fuzzy to care about if this was a good idea anymore.

Abby leans in and presses her mouth against the soft material of your underwear. her tongue tracing the edge of the material as her hands slide up and down your thighs, gripping at your skin. She glances up at you from time to time, watching your expressions as she works, every sigh and sigh like a sign telling her to keep going.

“Abs…please”

She hears you gasp her name and moans in response, the sound muffled by the fabric of your underwear. She reaches up and pulls the material away with a quick tug, her mouth immediately moving to taste you directly, her tongue sliding over your folds, desperately separating them.

Tongue plunging into your walls.

the slight was almost to much, as leaned your head back onto the wall in pleasure. her tongue-fucking you, face buried so deep between your legs you weren’t sure if she was even breathing, and honestly didn’t care.

Dropping a hand to grip onto her hair, needing to steady yourself to not buckle completely.

She slid a hand up your hips to cup around one of your breast. Needing at the skin, like she was trying to re-memorize the lines and dips of your body. When she squeezed a little on the swell of your breast

You groaned and involuntarily thrusting your hips up, giving her access to push her tongue further into your wet gummy yet needy entrance

then drops the hand completely to draw messy circles around the tense bud of your clit.

All you could do half lidded was watch the scene of her working on your pussy for the third time you’d allowed her between your legs, in the bathroom mirror. One strong veiny hand gripping on your hip to keep you steady and the other filling the bathroom walls with sounds of sin. The sloshing of her thick fingers working against you restlessly. finding its home in the warm, wet folds of your cunt. Thumb out to press messy circles on the aching bud of your clit.

Your words were slurred pleas to go faster, give you move. subconsciously wanting her to tire herself out on pleasing you, in slight payback of the hell she’d been putting you through these past few weeks.

“Faster abs..faster” you begged gripping her hair into you as close as she could be.

Those desperate blue eyes watch every reaction you gave her. Obeying your wishes she draws her fingers out and plunge them back into you again in a quicker manner.

your eyes rolled back. gripping her braid so tight you’d think you’d pull her thoughts out.

Jesus, she kept brushing on a spot deep inside you with the pads of her fingers. Thankfully, She never faltered, plunging her fingers knuckle-deep at whatever pace you mumbled out. You two were completely lost in the moment. The room was so hot, with hurt, and pure need.

Every hurtful moment that flashed through your mind caused you to rut of your hips faster against her face. If you couldn’t punch it, you were going to fuck it into oblivion.

your walls were sensitive you’re clamping around her fingers. Head fallen back on the wall.

Abby can hear it in your voice, the way your words are coming out in broken gasps and moans, the way you're trembling and pressing against her.

you couldn’t take it anymore, squeezing your thighs together around her head. And crying out through your teeth as you let the orgasm take you.

Back jolting off the wall as you let the flash of white from your eyes squeezing shut. and shudder as you placed a hand on her shoulder to stay upright. Catching your breath and slowly opening your eyes once more, seeing yourself in the mirror once again.

A mess.

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“We— Jesus… we can’t keep doing this…this is so stupid Abby I—“ you panted out. Tugging her head back from between your legs to look up at you.

but the sound of a knock at the door interrupted

“Hey, some of us need the bathroom too, you know!” a voice called from outside, followed by a chorus of laughter.

You both froze, caught in the intimacy of the moment and the sudden reminder of where you were. Abby’s eyes stayed locked on yours, looking up at you. Hands on your hips still. searching for something…maybe forgiveness, maybe understanding..but you couldn’t give it to her. Not yet. Especially not after what you just gave into.

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Last few chapters on Sunday! Thank you for reading so far :p💓💐💞 will proofread later, I’m half asleep 💤

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omg hi!!! i saw you take requests so…if you’re comfortable and willing too, could you pretty please write a smutty fic about stanxeno in a throuple with the reader? thank you sm! love your writing!

Y E S

StanXeno x fem!Reader

CW: mild smut, language, sexting (i did not go into as much detail as I could have for the sake of getting this done in a decent amount of time)

The cold breeze nipped at your bare arms as you leaned against the balcony railing of your apartment. The city was awash with light, chasing away the heavy darkness of the late night hours, the sounds of the people and cars below making it seem just a little less lonely. 

If you cared to check your watch for the seventh time, you’d see that it was passing 1am. If you cared to check your phone for the fifteenth time, you’d see the confirmation text of another late night, your love apologizing for not being able to make it on time again. 

You were used to this, honestly. Between one lover being a NASA scientist, and the other being a Special Forces soldier, you ended up home alone more often than not. It wasn’t that you didn’t understand, their jobs were both incredibly demanding and required their full attention; but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. 

Being outside, you don’t hear the front door of your apartment open and close, nor do you hear the kicking off of heavy boots and padding of socked feet searching for you. It’s not until a soft tapping on the glass behind you sounds in your ears that you even realize someone was there at all. 

It makes you jump, whirling around with a gasp and a curse, your body immediately relaxing when you recognize the man leaning against the doorway of the balcony with his arms crossed, his uniform jacket long abandoned inside, leaving him in just his pants and an undershirt. 

“Jesus, Stan!” You huff, pressing a hand to your chest. “Way to scare the life out of me!” 

“My bad, baby,” He hums. He uncrosses his arms and lifts one, signaling for you to take the handful of steps towards him and sink into his arms. 

He reeks of smoke and gunpowder and travel, but he’s as real and warm as when he left several weeks ago. You just lean on his chest, letting his arm drape around you, holding you against him lazily for a long, quiet moment. 

“Where’s Xee?” He asks, after a while. 

“Work, I think. I texted him like two hours ago, dunno if he’s gotten back to me or not. I left my phone inside,” You mumble unhappily. Stanley lets out a hum that mirrors your annoyance, his arm tightening around you in a much firmer hug. 

“Guess we just gotta celebrate my comin’ home early without ‘im,” He says, heat in his tone. You huff out a laugh, shaking your head and looking up at him. 

“It’s late,” You say.

“And?” 

You laugh again, deciding that he makes a fair enough argument. 

“Kiss me.” 

“Yes ma’am.” 

You missed his lips against yours, the way his hands roam without restriction. For a man who seemed so distant to others, he was always so touchy with you and Xeno. 

You wish you’d known he was coming home, you could have pulled out that lacy little number that drove him crazy, instead of your current sweatpants and sweater combo. Not that it seemed to matter to him at all, since he was hellbent on taking it all off of you anyway. 

He drags you inside, letting go only long enough to slam and lock the balcony door before he’s back on you, pressing kiss after kiss into your lips. His arms wrap around you, lifting you with the kind of ease that only comes from experience, and he carries you back through the apartment and into the bedroom, where he dumps you unceremoniously onto the bed. His impatience shows in the way he pins you, clothes going whichever direction he tosses them.

Quick, desperate sex was normal for Stanley after his deployments, regardless of whether they’re a few days or a few months, and you had absolutely no qualms with that. It showed that he’d missed you just as much, that he was just as miserable without you as you were without him and Xeno. 

So when he works you up until you’re an absolute mess and then stops, you think maybe he’s lost his mind a little bit. 

“Don’t move,” He says, kissing you hard before sliding off the bed and vanishing into the hall. You wait in frustrated confusion, your whole body vibrating with need, for him to come back and finish what he started. 

He returns in a flash, your own cellphone in his hands. He says nothing as he climbs back over you, situating himself between your legs, one of his wicked smirks growing over his face at the way you squirm and whine, aching for more. 

“Xee’s on his way home,” He says, voice thick with mischief. “How ‘bout we send him a picture? Show him how fuckin’ pretty our girl is when she’s like this so he knows what he’s missin’.” 

A giggle bursts out of you, your head nodding wildly. This was definitely a first, but you were into it. You can imagine Xeno’s expression when he opens the text Stanley is sending him via your phone. The picture of you, bare and desperate, would have his face flushed, and there was no doubt that he’d, as Stanley would put it, get his ass in gear, and speed home to you.

The message is sent with a soft whoosh, the phone is tossed onto the side table, and Stanley wastes no more time in getting what he wants. 

Time becomes meaningless when he’s making love to you like this, every touch making the desperate race to pleasure hotter and more intense. 

Unlike when Stanley arrived, you hear very clearly when Xeno slams the front door open, the sound of his racing footsteps loud against the floor as he races down the hall and into the bedroom. Stanley sits up, keeping himself seated inside you, and looks over his shoulder with that same smirk from earlier.

“Look who’s finally home,” He hums. “We thought you’d never make it.” 

Xeno laughs, sounding mildly delirious as he stares with wide eyes at the two of you.

“If I’d known it was going to be such a party, I would have made myself more available,” He says, slinking into the room. Stanley simply hums in reply. 

“Xee~” You reach a hand out to your other lover weakly. “C’mere.” 

“Shall I, my love?” 

“Better make it quick, we’re almost done,” Stanley shifts, sending a shudder and a whine through you in order to make his point clear. 

Xeno chuckles again, eyes dark and filled with want. 

“Very well, if you insist.”

[writingxdeerxoxo]

Exam Stress

Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader

synopsis. you're stressed because of exams and Rafe makes you take a break.

warnings. graphic language

other tags. fluff

word count. 1k+

author's note. made this because it's finals week and I'm currently stressed! Yay.

You often spent your time sitting on Rafe's porch.

Even when he wasn't home, you'd stop by, settling on the pile of pillows on the couch, or sometimes even in the little chair dangling from the overhang. There was usually shade, but whenever the sun was setting or coming up, there was a small hour of sun. If you happened to be lying there during that time, you would just sunbathe.

If Rafe happened to be home, he'd come out and sit with you, bring you food and water. Sometimes you would just walk in to grab something or to pull him out with you. Whenever he wasn't home, he usually came back around dusk, and if you were still there, he'd pull you into his lap and take a nap—though that was pretty rare, because Rafe had trouble relaxing.

Today was another day of you hanging around his porch.

It looked like he wasn't home; his truck was gone, and his keys were missing from the hook behind the door. So you just curled up in the shade... with your school books.

You were in your last year of high school, in your last exam week. You'd so far had English, Maths, and a few others, but this one—biology—was what you were worried most about. Nineteen paragraphs to summarize and revise and over a hundred words to study. The worst part was that the exam was tomorrow afternoon.

And with your stress about too many other things, you'd completely forgot. So now you were desperately writing flash cards, hoping to be able to memorize it in time.

You didn't notice when Rafe's truck pulled up, in too deep with the paragraph about sustainable life.

Rafe noticed you were acting strange. Usually, the second you heard or saw his truck, you'd jump up and run to him, jump into his arms, beaming. Now, your brow was furrowed, and you were so concentrated on your papers—which was odd, because you had always had trouble concentrating so deeply.

"Baby."

His eyes were trained on you. You finally looked up at him, the tension in your forehead only lessening slightly. "What's wrong?"

You smiled sweetly, but it wasn't really a true smile. "Nothing. I'm just studying for an exam."

Ah. Rafe had forgotten about that. He'd dropped out of school years ago, so he didn't specifically understand the pressures you were under, but he could tell it was taking a toll on you. Never before had he seen you so tired. You'd typically stay up until 1am, talking with Rafe, but the last few nights, you'd fallen asleep before 11pm.

"I think you need a break. How long have you been here?" He shut the door of his truck, getting to you in less than five steps.

"Four hours. But I don't need a break, I need to memorize this. I've only memorized 67 words so far." You shook your head at him. A break was the last thing you needed. You were fine, but stressed about the test, so how would a break help?

"Yes, you do, baby."

Before you could disagree with him, he slid one arm under your arms, and the other under your legs, and lifted you up. Once he had a firm hold on you and was sure you were in a comfortable position, he started to walk off the porch. You struggled, talking about getting ready for your exam, but he ignored you completely. The sun was hitting your face and you realized it was getting dark. That made the panicky feeling in your chest even worse—your heart was beating hard, fast, your breaths were coming faster and faster, you were starting to feel lightheaded. The exam was coming closer and closer.

"Calm down." Rafe murmured, leaning his head down, his lips brushing softly against yours.

Rafe was romantic—he was all about quality time and buying you gifts and calling you beautiful—but he was never soft like this. He wasn't soft whispers and gentle gazes and definitely not the type to carry you around like a princess.

"I need to study." You repeated again, desperate to get back to that. You really weren't in the mood for Rafe's teasing.

"You need a break." Came his reply, carrying you down to the beach behind the house. The salty scent of the ocean hit you, the sand crunching under Rafe's shoes. It dawned on you then what he was going to do—why he was taking you to the water.

"No! Rafe, put me down. Do not throw me into the sea. Don't you dare—!"

You heard him walking over the boards on the dock, carrying you towards the deeper end, no doubt to toss you in. You were thrashing harder now, doing everything you could to keep Rafe from soaking you.

"I'll come with you." He grinned, kicking off his shoes, and then...

You shrieked when he jumped over the edge, taking you with him into the ocean. The sudden difference between the hot air and the not-so-warm water was startling, making you gasp as water streamed into your throat. When you two come back up to the surface for air, he let you go, and you were able to slam your fists onto his chest.

"You asshole!" You yelled at him, but a laugh forced its way out of your throat.

"You look gorgeous like this," Rafe smirked, his eyes wandering down to the way your wet clothes were sticking to your skin. You punched his shoulder again.

When you both swam back to the shore, he pulled you against him, his arms going around your waist. His head lowered to lean against yours.

"You're kind of freaking me out." You chuckled nervously—his eyes were staring into your soul.

"Smile." Rafe rasped, and it sounded like a half-question, half-demand.

"I can't smile on command." You pressed your lips together to keep them from curling upwards.

His hands slid down to your hips, then lifted you up, spinning you around. It felt like a dream. The smell of the ocean, the sun shining down on you, him spinning you around like a princess.

The exam was no longer on your mind. All that mattered was how happy and calm you felt.

Rafe's eyes softened, seeing the way you were beaming at him. It wasn't often you were so happy, but it was what he craved to see every day, every hour, every minute.

The next day, you were hurriedly walking out of school after your biology exam. It had gone pretty well, which was mostly because Rafe helped you revise yesterday after you took a long shower together to get the sand out of your hair.

His truck was parked right in front of the exit, hard to miss, and when he saw you, Rafe climbed out, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. "How'd it go, baby?"

"Good. I answered all the questions, and I remembered everything I studied." You smile.

"That's my girl. Let's go for a ride, yeah?"

[ushkoo]

What do you think are the Morning or/and night routines of the mercs? :o

TF2 MERCS NIGHTTIME /MORNING ROUTINES 🌙☀️

Scout:

Scout doesn’t tend to go to bed until he is genuinely struggling to keep his eyes open. By then, he’s too tired to bother with anything fancy, at most he’ll wash his face if he looks in the mirror and sees that he looks particularly drained. All Scout will do is brush his teeth, lazily take off his shirt and flop onto the bed. He’s definitely more of a morning guy, in the mornings he’s up and running around! He gets up, runs a few laps around his room then goes to shower. He slaps on whatever shower products are in there (he has no idea what they are or what they do), rinses, runs out, grabs a towel and goes back to his room. He then gets dressed and ready for the day! Scout has a pretty big appetite, especially in the mornings. He’ll eat whatever is cooked then do a few laps around the base then come back for more food.

Soldier:

Similarly to Scout, Soldier doesn’t have much of a night routine. He’ll brush his teeth, take off his shirt and sleep in whatever else he’s wearing. He doesn’t struggle to sleep at all, he’s out as soon as his head hits the pillow. He does tend to sleep talk a lot though! Sometimes he even sleep walks, Engie is usually the one to guide him back to his room. In the mornings, he’ll wash his face, brush his teeth, MAYBE take a shower and leave his room to wake up the others. Soldier is almost always the first one awake, he’ll usually wake up at around 4:30 - 5 AM and will get angry that nobody else is awake yet. He’ll be a little less grumpy after eating something, which is usually bacon.

Pyro:

Pyro doesn’t go to bed until around 1AM. They like to stay awake and watch TV when nobody else is around. Midnight is the perfect time for this, nobody is there to change the channel or complain! Pyro gets the TV all to themselves until they get tired at 1AM, then they’ll go back to their room. They’ll take off their mask to brush their teeth and wash their face, I think that they avoid looking in the mirror too much though, in my mind they have facial scars that they hate looking at. They shower at night rather than in the morning with whatever products are there (although they usually have to buy products aimed at sensitive skin). Afterwards, they’ll dry off a bit, put the mask back on and go to sleep. In the mornings, Pyro is usually a bit grumpy from staying up too late every night. They’ll brush their teeth again, change into their usual clothes and leave their room. They don’t usually eat breakfast, they don’t tend to eat in the mornings as it gives them a tummy ache.

Demo:

Demo is a sensible man, he works out when he has to wake up in the morning and gives himself at least 8 hours of sleep. He’ll usually go to bed at around 9:30PM, maybe a little later if something good is on TV. Before he goes to bed, he always makes himself hot chocolate, maybe one for Pyro too if they’re around. He doesn’t do anything fancy like whipped cream or marshmallows, he just has it plain. Afterwards he’ll brush his teeth and go to bed, nothing extra, he’s simple. Depending on how he wakes up, Demo is either the best or the worst person to be around in the mornings. Is he wakes up on his own and goes at his own pace, he’s great! He’ll happily make breakfast for everyone and help everyone else wake up. If he is woken ip by Soldiers yelling however, he is the WORST. He yells, he complains, he snaps at anyone who dares to say good morning. He’ll usually start drinking first thing on days like this, he needs a way to stay somewhat awake and cope with the day. He has a simple routine every morning of waking up, showering if necessary, getting dressed, brushing his teeth and either making breakfast for everyone or yelling at anyone who comes near him.

Heavy:

Similarly to Demo, Heavy is a sensible guy. He will go to bed no later than 9PM, which is usually when he starts getting tired. Unlike most of the other mercs who usually sleep in their clothes or MAYBE a different tshirt, Heavy has his own set of special pyjamas that the Medic got him as a gift. He had another set before but Medic said they didn’t look as nice as the current ones. Usually, Heavy is the first one to go to bed out of the mercs. He’ll go all around the base to say goodnight to everybody then make himself a cup of chamomile tea to bring to his room. He usually has a few sips and then forgets about it </3. Once he’s either finished or forgotten about his tea, he’ll go to wash his face and brush his teeth before finally going to bed. In the mornings, Heavy is decent to be around, he’s pretty good at accepting the fact that he needs to get up and doesn’t make a fuss about it. He’s actually often woken up by hearing Scout sprint past his window. He’ll get out of bed, have a very quick shower, clean his teeth, get dressed and go to either help with cooking or eat (depending on what time he gets there and who is cooking).

Engineer:

Engie tends to stay up later than others but usually aims to get to bed before midnight (mostly because he knows Pyro will get grumpy if he’s still watching TV by then). His nights are usually spent watching TV with a beer, sitting outside with a beer or in his workshop with a beer. He likes his beer. Once he does eventually go to bed, he just brushes his teeth and sleeps wherever he previously was. On a chair outside, in his workshop, maybe the couch if Pyro lets him, it’s rare for him to actually sleep in his room. In the mornings, Engie is usually a little grumpy, he’ll complain a lot but give up after a few minutes and get on with his day. He’ll go to the bathroom, bush his teeth, wash his face and maybe shower if he thinks he needs to. He’s accepted it as his job to cook breakfast for everyone, mostly because he’s the only one with a decent amount of cooking knowledge. He’ll cook everyone bacon and eggs, eat some himself and then go back to his workshop.

Medic:

Medic has intense night AND morning routines which he executes THOROUGHLY every day. At night, he has a strict schedule that he follows very closely. At 9PM, he begins his routine, nobody can disturb him from now onwards. He shuts himself in his bathroom and begins by removing any makeup, usually some concealer, maybe some eyeshadow, nothing too heavy but he likes to look his best! Anyway, after a hard day of battle, he certainly doesn’t look his best, so it’s time to take it off. Afterwards, he will VIGOROUSLY wash his face then (depending on how old he feels he looks that day) apply a face mask of some variety. He’ll leave it on for the required time then wash/peel it off. He’ll brush his teeth then give his face another quick wash before changing into his silk pyjamas and climbing into bed. In the mornings, Medic is usually rather irritable, don’t even try and talk to him until at least an hour of him being awake. He’ll go into the bathroom again, shower, wash his face, apply various skincare products then begin his makeup. Like I said, he keeps it fairly light, applying concealer on parts of his face, maybe some eyeshadow if he feels he needs it and perhaps some blush. Either way, he looks pretty <3. Then he’ll comb his hair before getting dressed properly and going out to eat.

Sniper:

As much as I would love for him to have a super complex routine, I don’t think this man even bothers to wash his face. Its a miracle that he even showers. He goes to bed whenever he feels too tired to stay awake and will usually just brush his teeth and flop down somewhere in his van. He doesn’t care where he sleeps as long as it’s comfortable and somewhat clean. He MIGHT sleep in his actual bed if he’s been having a particularly hard day. Every morning, he grumpily wakes up and makes himself some coffee. Don’t even attempt to talk to him until he’s had some coffee, you WILL be punched in the face. He’s the worst person to be around in the mornings, the other mercs don’t dare bother him until at least an hour after he wakes up. He’ll take a shower (doing the bare minimum), brush his teeth then eventually go to get some food with the others. Nobody talks to him at the table, which he prefers as he’s still recovering from waking up. After they’ve all eaten, thats when he’s feeling a bit more social.

Spy:

Spy goes to bed at exactly 9:30 every night, no later, no earlier. He will force himself to stay awake until 9:30 even if he’s exhausted. He’ll grumpily keep lighting cigarettes to pass the time. Once the time has come, he’ll take off his mask to brush his teeth, wash his face and check if his hairline is intact. Depending on how hot it is that night, he’ll either put the mask back on or leave it off. He typically only leaves it off if it’s dangerously hot. Is it a bit silly to sleep in a mask? Yes. Does he want to risk Scout breaking into his room and seeing how similar their faces are? No, absolutely not. Once he’s finished in the bathroom, he’ll finally got to his bedroom. I like to think that he reads before bed, usually only the more classical political books such as Animal Farm by George Orwell or The Trial by Franz Kafka. He doesn’t care for sci-fi or fantasy, don’t even ATTEMPT to make himself read it. It’s bad enough that Scout made them watch Forbidden Planet on movie night. In the morning, Spy is almost as grumpy as Sniper although he probably wouldn’t hit you, he’d just insult you. He wakes up, complains to himself about how he has to work, go into the bathroom and shower. He only uses expensive shower products, a lot of the other mercs think he’s being snobbish but he doesn’t care, looking and smelling this good isn’t cheap. After he’s showered, he’ll wash his face and brush his teeth, maybe even do a LITTLE skincare but only a little! Just to keep his skin looking healthy (even though it’s covered by a mask </3). After that, he’ll go and dress himself before heading to go and eat with the other mercs. He’ll usually sit near Heavy as he’s the only reasonable one there.

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Sorry this took me ages! Ive bn having a hard timw recntly :( i got m anti eyebrow pierced tho! It rlly hurt

I also wnt to a con! I saw tf2 cosplayers nd fell in luv w a sniper from afar

I cosplayed ame from nso \(•w•\)

Again srry this took me ages!

Feel free to leave requests!

[chrysanthemums-andstars]

I Wanna Be Yours

Ni-ki Nishimura x Trainee!Reader

Inspired by: I Wanna Be Yours by Artic Monkeys (go listen to the song please)

Description: After bumping into Ni-ki in one of the practice rooms late at night. You begin to rethink some of your life choices.

Warnings: Slight angst, though mostly fluff. Does use some lyrics from the song. Reader is kept gender neutral. Y/n is swapped for (your name). Reader might have insomnia. Reader is younger than Ni-ki by a year, so like 18. Slight ooc Ni-ki? Maybe. Names for reader’s group are purposefully kept gender neutral names. This is barely romantic and is more open ended tbh. Divider Credit here by @cafekitsune

Sometimes when you couldn’t sleep, you would sneak out of your dorm room and spend the night in one of the practice rooms. Just training. It wasn’t often, but sleeping just didn’t come to you as naturally. Your group was set to debut that month. So stress was high for you and all of your members.

Once you had arrived at the practice room, you pretty much zoned out. Practicing song after song until you were sure you had it memorized. And even then you kept practicing. Hours passed by like minutes and you weren’t sure if it was 1AM or if it was 5AM. Though you could honestly care less. It wasn’t until someone else walked into the practice room that you realized you may have pulled an all nighter. And that someone was Ni-ki Nishimura. Your senior and a member of the group ENHYPEN. One of HYBE’s more well known groups. He noticed you the minute he walked in. “Oh hey, it’s you. (Your name), right?” You didn’t know each other very well.

The only time you had ever spoke to him was probably when your group would walk by him in passing. And because your group member NoVa was a big fan of ENHYPEN, always talking about them. “Hey.” You greeted back. He looked as if he had just woken up to practice. “You been up all night?” He asked, setting his bag off to the side to start practicing as well. “Yeah, couldn’t sleep.” You replied. He nodded back. Things were a bit awkward between you two. Mostly because you were a trainee and he was an idol. Though there was some sort of shared attraction the both of you felt, no matter how much you tried to push it down.

“So. Big day’s coming up. You nervous? Debut week isn’t easy, I know that.” You both sat down for a break after practicing. He had even went and gotten you both coffee. “Sort of. But I’ll manage.” He hummed and handed you your cup. “Wasn’t sure if you liked your coffee hot or not, but I could just go grab some ice cubes if you want it cold.” He joked. Your hand brushed over his while grabbing the cup, and you both froze. His cheeks were now tinted pink slightly. Maybe secrets you had held in your heart were harder to hide than you thought. You looked up at him and sighed. “What is this? What are we? What do you want?” You whispered. Ni-ki stared right back at you. “I want to be yours.” He leaned in and kissed you. You kissed back and leaned into his arms. Once you broke apart he ran a hand through your hair and smiled at you. “We’ll be fine. Don’t worry. It’ll all be okay.”

[thosefuzzywordfeelings]

slutty saturday anon again; what about making gator/s3 steve/baron whimper for the first time?

loved loved loved what you wrote for the tongue kiss 💗💗💗

omg hi hi nonnie! i absolutely adore these, and thank you! that last one is getting a lotta love & i’m grateful 🤭

CW; smut (18+), mentions of oral (m receiving), mentions of toys 😮‍���✨

Gator:

Roy is fast, FAST asleep in their house and a good job too, otherwise he’d be awoken to the metal clanking of you and Gator stumbling into the dimly lit stables. A champagne coloured horse lay curled up in the corner of the sand, asleep too and oblivious to the giggles coming from the pair of you. With his hands cupping your face, Gator’s lips had barely left yours since he’d picked you up at 1am, texting you to say he ‘needed you’ and ‘missed your pretty mouth’. So here you were, tongues rolling over each others and teeth clacking together messily as you smiled against one another. Gator pulled away for less than 5 seconds to try and find somewhere to lay you down, knowing he couldn’t take you into his house. But you’d had an idea since he texted you. He’d missed your pretty mouth? He can get it then. You pulled away, gripping the fabric of his black undershirt as you balled it up in your fists.

“What’re you doing darlin’?” Gator chuckled, a crooked smirk on his face.

“Shut up for a minute.” You’d respond, one hand drifting to his belt before using the other to push him up against the bars of the stable gates. His back hit the metal with a soft clank as a small whimper left his mouth.

“What was that, Mr Tillman?” You’d say with a more cunning smirk than his, reaching to unzip his pants as you sank to your knees in front of him.

With a cough to clear his throat, he’d try and regain composure.

“Nothin’, just - keep -“ And there it was again, the soft whimper from his lips as you wrapped yours around the head of his cock softly. You’d smile before taking him in as far as you could, wanting to keep hearing that pretty whine more often.

S3! Steve:

Okay so if you look at the photo above and tell me this man doesn’t whimper, you’re lying, thanks. Anyway, the scenario (slightly familiar because i’ve decided i have a thing for fucking steve at work and just public anything in general oops-) coming to mind is this:

he’s on shift at scoops. sat gnawing on a banana in the back room as he tilts the chair on its back legs and has to put an arm out to catch himself. luckily you’ve come to see him and your torso catches the back of the chair instead, your hands coming out to grip the wood.

“Watch out, you big idiot.” You’d giggle as he sat up straight, almost choking on a lump of banana as he smiled up at you.

“Hi - god, hi-“ Steve would stutter excitedly, patting his lap gently as he held his arms out. You’d settle sideways in his lap, kissing him immediately with urgency, it had been a whole 22 hours since you’d seen each other and that was foul to the both of you.

When you pull away, you’d take a minute to study his pretty face; lips candy pink and a little wet from the kisses. His eyes would be wide as they looked back up at you, chocolate brown twinkling with adoration and a hint of the usual lust he felt constantly for you.

“Look so pretty - Stevie -“ I whispered softly, stroking a curl of hair away from his face. His breath hitched slightly as he shuffled underneath my body, his hands clasping together around my waist.

“Y-yeah? Not as pretty as you.” He stuttered again, licking his lips and letting his eyes flutter down to your chest that really wasn’t too far from his eye-line.

“We can debate all day long, but this angle? The way you’re looking up at me with these little-“ You’d run your thumbs over his cheeks softly, “puppy eyes. You look like you’d do anything I told you to right now.” You’d tease with a slight giggle, not taking it too seriously until the most heavenly whimper left his lips. He wouldn’t even be embarrassed about it, too busy staring up at you to care about what his own body was doing in response.

“I - I absolutely - I would.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Anything.” Steve would say breathily, his voice slightly shaking as you ‘adjusted’ yourself in his lap. Biting his lip so he didn’t let out another whine, your thumb would pull his bottom lip out from the traps of his teeth and he’d chuckle nervously.

“You’ll do anything for me right?” He’d nod.

“So let those pretty noises out for me, okay?”

(barking at sub!steve bye)

Baron:

okay so our sweet baby boy (i always picture sweet baron, instead of cunning clever baron but for sure wanna write about him too one day 😮‍💨).

Baron’s the cute postal guy you see around your town right? You’d spoken to him a few times, being his age and all. Riding his bike with this hazy daydream smile on his face like nothing in the world mattered. He was like a little glittering dandelion, long tendrils flying in the wind as he sped down your lane, occasionally stopping at your house with clothes deliveries or…more adult parcels. Not that he’d have any idea of what’s inside, but you always felt a little shy when he’d pass you a heavier box with his innocent smile.


Like this time. You’d ordered yourself some new toys and lingerie with a discount code your friend had sent over, but it was a new company. One that until the very last moment as the cute boy stood in front of you with the most beetroot red cheeks you’d ever seen, did you understand they had NO qualms about putting the item list on the top of the box.

“Oh, uh hi Baron.” You’d say gently as you opened the door to the sweet boy again. His hands seemed a little shakier than usual as he used both arms to pass the heavy box over, his eyes skimming the top and widening slightly.

“Uh, hi…hi, yeah. This here - this here says toys? Toys? Like as in - I ain’t never seen- you? - anyway they’re yours.” Baron mumbled shyly. You’d nod softly, taking the box and putting it down, thanking him kindly as he began to turn away.

“Hey, Baron?” You’d ask after him. He’d turn slowly, a thumb tucking his hair behind his ear as the other tucked in the pink pocket of his shorts. He’d smile in response as you came down your porch steps.

“You know where I live…incase you wanna find out more about what I ordered…” You’d whisper confidently, stroking the right side of his hair and tucking it away too.

A small mewl left his lips as he looked down across your body quickly. “Sorry, I uh - I need to get back to work, your offer is um, I would love -“ You’d silence him with a finger against his lips, getting real close as he stumbled a little.

“I see the way you stop outside the Donaldson house over there, Baron,” You’d point to over his shoulder at the home opposite yours. He’d stand by their mailbox and look over at your window, hoping to see you past the open blinds. “You stare. Looking for me?” You’d whisper, resting your hand on his chest as it rose and fell quicker by the second with each lust-filled frantic breath.

“You’re so damn pretty.” He’d whimper out shakily. He wanted to kiss you, watch you, taste you. And admire from afar just how it was you’d use those toys you ordered.

(sweating profusely)

[skzworlddomination04]

𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒

summary: when chan starts comparing himself to the other members, he starts noticing things that he never believed he’d see.

a/n: first fic am I nervous! hope yall enjoy, and I can’t figure out how to find the word count. pls let me know if it’s good and give requests!

warnings: not feeling like your enough,angst

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Every day felt the same for Chan. Wake up, go to the studio, work on songs, go to practices, get yelled at by Minho for staying up too late, and repeat. The cycle went on until they had a comeback, or a concert. But then it started all over again.

The first time he noticed it was after their concert. He was watching back a fancam, and it clicks in his head what was off. His moments— they weren’t sharp like Minho’s, didn’t have personality like Hyunjin, or fluidity like Felix’s. They were stiff as a board, and he looked like he has just learned the choreography.

The next time he noticed it was after a long day of recording. His voice— it wasn’t smooth, and even like Seungmin’s, and it couldn’t go high and still be steady, holding a note for forever like Jeongin could do. He couldn’t rap at the speed of light like Changbin, or do it all like Han could. He wasn’t special, was his next thought.

So, naturally, as any good leader would do, he worked harder. Staying until as early as 4am at the studio, and leaving again at 9am. He worked like a dog when producing, not letting up until the song sounded perfect. He spent countless hours in the studio, working until he looked perfect. And it worked, for a while, until Minho caught on.

“Channie-hyung, why are you coming home at 4am?” Minho questions him as soon as he stepped inside. Normally, the younger would wait and call him at 1am if he still wasn’t home, which he would reply to that he was on his way, and almost always got away with it. This time, it seems, he was unlucky.

“I have a song due tomorrow. Was trying to finish it since we have interviews today.” The half-lie rolled off his tongue easily. He didn’t have anything due the next day, but they certainly had interviews. Chan had spent the past few hours rehearsing possible questions and ways to make all the members included.

Minho tsks. “You need to take better care. Did you have dinner?” Chan rolled his eyes and nodded, stepping past him into the living room.

“I’m fine, Minho-ah.” He walks over to his room, and puts his hand on the doorknob. “Goodnight.” Chan steps inside without a response, and knew he wouldn’t be asleep for another hour.

As the months went by, Chan started to see all the progress he made slow down. His moves became sloppy— the improvements of his sharp, defined, movement were now laced with fatigue. He started to give himself less lines in upcoming songs, reducing it so the youngest members can get the attention he believed he didn’t deserve. And it wasn’t long before they caught on too.

“Why do I have double the lines than you Hyung?” Felix inquires one day as he looks through a song. “I mean— I love that I have so many but, it feels so unbalanced.”

Chan simply shrugs, typing away on his computer. Jeongin, who was nearby chimes in. “Yeah. You have like… nothing.”

“I’m fine with it. They fit you two better.” Both boys stare at him for a moment before going back to working, and memorizing lines. Although, they were the first two to worry about Chan.

A month later, Chan had barely spent any time with his members. It was as if they became an afterthought. He cared, of course. But he cared too much. Chan spent atleast 18 hours at the studio per day, working and working until his skill was perfected. In his mind, if he wasn’t perfect, he held his members back, and that was the last thing he wanted to do.

On this particular day, Chan made a decision. They had a dance practice that day, and Chan hated how he danced. Too stiff, too robot like, too much as if he hadn’t trained to be a professional dancer for 7 years. After practice, Chan found Minho.

“Minho, it’s not that hard. Changbin already knows the moves. We can just switch.” Chans voice was strained, and rough from days worth of singing until he could hit a note that not even Jeongin could hit.

Minho sighed, and rubbed his temple. “Hyung, it’s much harder than that. I just can’t magically switch it. You have to relearn the placement, and the spacing-“ Minho was cut off by a loan groan.

“Just do it please. I don’t care how hard it is.” Chan snaps at Minho, causing the latter to jump back in surprise.

“Fine. But if we can’t do it, we’re going to back to how it is now.” Chan rolls his eyes and nods, turning around and leaving the practice room without another word. It hit Minho hard in that moment how distant he’d been recently. Minho was the third to worry about Chan.

The next people were Han and Changbin. It was a normal day for 3RACHA, simply writing and working on songs, when Han notices Chan furiously erasing at his paper. Every couple of seconds. It was normal, sure. But not at this ferocity.

“Hyung? You good?” The words sounded cautious. Chan responds without even looking.

“I’m just changing some lines around.”

“Then change them so you have more because right now you have 3.” That gets Changbins attention.

”3 lines? In the whole song?” Han nods his head. Changbin walks over.

Chan rolls his eyes. “Don’t worry so much. It’ll sound better this way.”

“No it won’t?” Han looks so genuinely confused, it’s sad.

“Goddamit! Don’t you two know when to fucking stop? Gosh Han, you’re so annoying.” Chan slams the papers down, standing up, already moving to the door. When he’s gone, Han’s teary eyes met Changbins concerned ones. Something was off, but they couldn’t figure it out.

Chan had officially met his breaking point one day. He had spent over 72 hours at the studio in the past 7 days, and had barely seen the others. He missed 3 practices, and practically made his voice disappear in 4 songs by raising the music. He was happy with it, however. The more he disappeared, the better the group would get. Although, he didn’t know how it affected the group, and on this day, Hyunjin had to be the one to crack.

“Channie-Hyung, I have 3x your lines.” Hyunjin looks up at Chan, confused and concerned. He has heard from the others and seen the change in Chan, and was genuinely worried.

“It’s fine.” Chan murmurs, barely audible by Hyunjin.

This didn’t go over well with Hyunjin. “It’s not, actually,” he paused, taking a breath, “You keep missing practice. You take away your lines. Are you planning to leave the group? Because you’re practically disappearing!” His voice cracked, and his eyes were filled with tears. “We need you Hyung. We miss you.”

That was all it took for Chan. “I’m sorry!” He let out a choked sob, doubling over. “I’m not good enough, Hyunjin. They kn-ow it too.” He hiccups, and Hyunjin pulls him into his chest.

“Who told you that?”

“My head.” It was so broken, that it made him want to cry.

“Chan, not in a million years are you falling behind. We love you, ok? Please know that.” Hyunjin pats his pat, rubbing it as he sobs.

“‘m sorry.” Small, voice cracking.

“it’s ok. Just tell us next time?” Chan nods, and they sit for a while longer, relishing the comfort from the embrace.

[pumpkinsy0]

Hcs for papercut going to prom because yayyy I just got invited to my friends prom right before MY prom got canceled 🥳

maybe im cheating but ive done this one!!!! read here then come back for even MORE hcs😈😈

•i think all couples should have a song thats “their song” and they have one!!! what is it??? i have an idea but ill shut up and say that if they dont hear that song, they’ll leave or stay hugging the wall until they wanna leave (which is at max an hour after they came to the dance)

•soda had money for a corsage he was gonna get sandy but U KNOW WHAT happened to he gave it to pony to do whatever w and as a joke pony went to buy curly one. day of prom he gave it to curly and curly still has it!!!! its fucked up now but he still got it

•pony has to make curly get food so he can get more without someone making fun of him for it. they’ll also take some snacks as leftovers, the food aint worth doin that for but the snacks??? aw hell yea

•they absolutely hate wearing suits and thats a main reason y they dont rlly like prom, bc u have to dress up for it!! at some point in the night rlly wouldnt surprise anyone if they just had their shirts unbuttoned to some degree n were staring at each other here n there

•at the same time tho, curly would take the prom theme very seriously i will say that, they at least make sure theyre coordinated fit wise

•they photobomb so many photos i can feel it in my soul. they out more effort in that than the pics they took at ponys place before they left😭

•ever since curly heard about prom he was so excited for it, talking to pony about it when he could, but like 3 years came, it was time for prom and he couldnt care less. pony was pulling him along doing things curly talked about wanting to do and curly was going “yea whatever😒😒” and pony called him out on it bc ITS LIKE U WANTED THIS???? man fuck u, “what happened to wanting to ____”

•ill say this is one of the few times pony drank alcohol cause “fuck it y not” then curly mixed it w the fruit punch and it wasnt THAT bad. ponys a bit of a lightweight however and was kinda tipsy but he was doin alright, nothin too crazy now

•”wow do u guys remember when you-“ if it was after 10pm they dont remember anything!!!

•what happened in the back of tims car shall stay in the back of tims car

•they dont go back home till like 1 am i can feel it in my bones dawg, but they come home like theyve been through a tornado and curly sleeps over, do u know how dangerous his neighborhood is at 1am😭😭😭

[detentiontrack]

In honor of the beast’s 3rd BIRTHDAY, here’s the top 15 CZ moments and behaviors since I found him (in no particular order) (and pictures at the end)

Ate a string, almost died, and needed a $5000 surgery with a 50/50 chance of survival that I’m still traumatized from and still paying off (he has tried to eat strings again multiple times and now strings and thread are banned from my house unless they’re locked up)

Learned how to take his cone off after his surgery and did it so much that I had to buy him an infant onesie of shame from the target baby section to keep him from ripping out his stitches

Was a homeless kitty for a year until we moved into a new house and he walked into our living room with zero hesitation and took a nap on our fireplace and was so cute he convinced my mom to let me keep him.

Got so cold in the winter he needed a little sweater, fought me like I was trying to kill him when I put the sweater on, realized he enjoyed the sweater and napped in it while purring, got warm enough and ripped the sweater off, and then got cold again and repeated the cycle constantly the entire winter

Hissed and tried to bite the man just trying to set up our WiFi and had to be physically restrained and banished to another room (BONUS: hates all men with a violent passion except for my brother, and I think CZ likes him more than me)

Scratched me so hard I have a permanent scar on my arm because I tried to take away his food bowl to wash it (I don’t do that anymore)

Was the reason slime got banned in my house (he was left unattended in the living room for less than 2 minutes while I went to the bathroom and rolled in it and had a bald spot on his back for a while from removing the slime)

Got mad at me because I worked a closing shift and was gone until 1am, so he retaliated by somehow opening my school binder and absolutely shredding 150+ pages of notes and assignments into confetti, scattering the little pieces of paper all over the room

Got mad when I went to Oregon for a week without him and retaliated with violence towards my mother. She picked him up and tried to move him to a different room, and he jumped onto her back, sunk all 4 claws into her back, and hung there for a WHILE (she had to sit down on the bathroom floor and wait for him to let go)

Gets stuck in bags every single time I bring a grocery bag into his evil lair (my room) because he tries to get inside the bag, but he’s too fat, so he gets stuck. And then becomes violent when I laugh at him and take pictures before freeing him.

Acts like a poor little baby kitty who is starving to death every time he finishes his food and I’m not there to immediately fill it back up. Proceeds to SCREAM and CRY at the top of his kitty lungs until someone saves him from his inevitable fate (dying of malnutrition)

Was a homeless cat with food scarcity the first year of his life, so if I wait too long to refill his bowl (like… if I’m out and no one else is home to hear his screaming and he goes without a full bowl of food for less than an hour) he’ll eat it all at once, and then throw up on my bed

I had to buy a home depot bucket with a lid to store his food in because when I just had the cat food bag with a clip holding it closed, one time while I was asleep (and he had a FULL bowl of food in his bowl may I add) he chewed a hole in the bag, scattered cat food everywhere, and ate so much that he (you guessed it) threw up on my bed

He psychologically tortures insects for his entertainment. Every time there’s a weird bug in my room, he can spend HOURS chasing it, hunting it, and then he lets it escape and run away a few feet, and then he hunts it again in a long drawn out hunt that always ends in him carrying the bug onto my bed and eating it loudly

One time my stepdad entered my room without permission and CZ jumped off the top of a bookcase onto his head.

[diaphobic]

(WIP)Diabolik Lovers: College AU

It’s been a while since I’ve posted any headcanon type stuff on this blog! But I wanted to post about a college au, it’s the one I typically write in and how I perceive the characters. Since the diaboys are really old, and the stuff that happens in the series is kinda (ehh), I aged them up a few years and added a night college.

There’s only a few big differences;

Students range from 18+, the uniform is slightly different, the school has dorms available, and no Yui ): she’s a human minor (set the girl free) but there are two MC’s (male and female) to play as.

Ryoutei University

A night school for the rich, working, and inhuman. The school is partnered with the Demon World’s top university. Though the existence of demons attending the school is not publicly know, the faction of the church that supervises the school knows. The school was made a sort of co-Ed (in terms of species) after a war took place in the human world, and they wanted to come to an agreement.

The school has one main building with additional buildings around the campus that hold events for sports, music, and other social gatherings.

There are dorms on the campus divided between male and female students. The female students are on the east side of the campus, and the male students are on the west. They are not allowed to cross between dorms. There’s a student led security team that surveys the dorms every day.

The schools budget is seemingly endless, they have just about everything in this school: pools, tracks, courts, a church, and other recreational activities for the full time students to enjoy.

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Basic Timetable of the schools schedule:

Classes begin: 8pm

Classes end: 3am

After school activities offered from 3:30am to 7am.

Classes are an hour and a half long. Depending on the student, they may have lunch starting from 11pm to 1am.

Cafeteria serves food until 2am

A typical meal consists of: rice, meat, miso soup, and a chosen desert.

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Diaboys Grades!

This is based off of a four year graduation system.

Sakamaki Family:

Subaru: freshman

Triplets: sophomore

Reiji: Junior (completing graduate classes)

Shu: Junior (he doesn’t have enough credits to be one, though…)

Mukami Family

Azusa: Sophomore

Yuma: Sophomore

Kou: Freshman (he was held back a year due to his work….)

Ruki: Junior (he hasn’t been at this school as long as Reiji, so he has about ten less credits than Reiji.)

Tsukinami Family

Shin: Sophomore

Carla: Senior (he couldn’t lie about the copious amounts of school credits he had collected)

MC: Freshman! MC came to this school recently and (if they had any) didn’t have their school record transferred to this school, so they have to start over regardless.

Because this is college, depending on the MC’s skill level in different courses they have a chance to take classes with all of the boys!

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School Events

There are school events that the students can join! Monthly events sponsored by the school to places like the “Princess land amusement park” at night.

Sports festivals happen often as the students are encouraged to exercise and maintain school spirit.

Art exhibits hosted by the art department happen often, usually when the students are having their exams to showcase their work this semester.

There’s a swim, basketball, football, and tennis team along with various indoor club activities. In short, almost everyone can join a club activity they’d want to. (Laito tried out the photography club, but was promptly banned after he took naughty photos…)

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Tuition??

The school is EXPENSIVE!! All of the students tuition is double the price of a community university (not counting dorms)! Karlheinz is emptying his wallet for his kids…

[dollsonmain]

I've forgotten how to sleep and startled myself when I looked in the mirror on my way to bed last night. The eye wells in my skull were very, very visible. Slightly less bad this morning.

So sleep hasn't happened due to both anxiety/stress and the AC having been broken for a while. AC was out for about a week and once it was fixed, I was too stressed about the absences thing at school to sleep the first night, and then too stressed last night because Son broke his school laptop yesterday and we have to tell That Guy today, AND That Guy had gone out partying with friends after work which means he drives home like that in the middle of the night and I always worry he's not going to make it. I can't sleep until I hear the garage door open. If he crashes, with the way he has our finances set up, Son and I are effectively homeless immediately. Part of why I am trying to work. Him not coming home until 1am also prolonged the anticipatory anxiety of having to wait to tell him the problem and get over the aftermath.

And then I woke up at 3am like always and couldn't get back to sleep.

Anyway.

Work stuff ish again

I will not complain about being expected to work 6 hours a day because that's less than a "normal" job anyway, but really at that point I'd rather work a full 8 and get benefits.

I very much think it should be illegal to schedule people juuuuuust under the cut off for benefits to be required by labor law. You should have to either schedule people 40 hours or 20 hours, no in between, IMO. Scheduling someone exactly 20 hours gives them plenty of time to go work SOMEWHERE ELSE for the other 20 hours without having to worry about being scheduled to work 60+ hours a week because both employers are cheapskates that will work you 30 hours.

I also need to completely change my daily routines AGAIN to get to work on time.

My current-new routine is:

wake up at 3:30 and get my morning coffee

sit around and wait for That Guy to leave for work which is usually 4-4:30

Son gets up and we have the morning together

Son leaves for school at 6:50

I don't get hungry until somewhere between 7 and 9 and will have breakfast then

depending on how exhausted I am I will or will not do chores between 5 and 10

leave to walk to work at 10:20

get to work at 10:40/10:45

work 11-3

That Guy picks me up on his way home from work, though I did have to walk home yesterday

do chores

dinner between 4-5 or so

vegetable time

Now, I'm going to have to skip my morning coffee because it makes me poop and I don't want to be pooping while I'm also the only cashier at work.

So it's going to be like....

wake up around 3 and shower OR shower in the evenings and deal with being gross from night-sweats at work so wake up at 3:30, I do prefer to show up to work nice and clean but it is a gas station...

force feed myself some sort of solid food while waiting for That Guy to leave for work around 4-4:30

make sure the boy gets up no later than 5

leave to walk to work at 5:20

get to work at 5:40-5:45

work 6-whenever (she hasn't decided when????)

leave work to walk to home whenever that happens to be and I'd rather it WASN'T noon because it's going to be stupid hot, then, but stop on the store's "porch" to put on sunscreen real fast... which means I need an opaque travel size bottle for sunscreen, and eat something so I don't pass out on the way home (yesterday I took a small bread roll and some jerky and ate that and drank a second V8 Energy while walking)

get home around 1 if I left at noon because the walk home is slower than the walk to work

eat a real lunch? finally have my poopin coffee?

chores

Son and That Guy get home at 3

profit???

I'm going to have to prep and take multiple sugar drinks so my blood sugar doesn't bottom out while at work. Right now I've been taking one bottle of water with a Real Lemon lemonade drink stick mixed in and I forget to drink it but it's there so I can slam it before leaving. I'll need to also take a meal replacement shake got sugar, salt, and other nutrients, I think, and an extra water.

Manager keeps trying to get me to buy something at work before my shift starts and I'm like no thanks those are MY monies, now, you're not getting them back on your overpriced bottled water.

Today I need to do laundry, deal with the fallout of telling That Guy that Son broke his school laptop, go to Kohl's and see if I can find some New Balance cross trainers to wear to work since I will be doing walking, standing, and lifting and I think cross-trainers would be the best option AND already know NB is the brand they primarily carry, need to find a hi-vis vest or couple of belts because I'll be walking to work in the dark, and That Guy said he'd take me to dinner today for leaving me to have to walk home from work Yesterday but what does that matter? That's going to be every day from now on.

A few more paychecks and I'll look for a scooter again. Or something. Still kind of like the idea of getting a cargo trike, ngl. Would be harder to steal than a bike anyway.

I don't know what I'm going to do in the winter.

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Running a salary and income tax calculator and factoring in about $3k in short-term hobby income, even putting that no tax is withheld, it looks like I'd expect a tax return of $3k? Because there's about $3k in tax credits??? Whatever. I'll figure it out when it's closer to the right time.

[lieslab]

Every day felt the same for Chan. Wake up, go to the studio, work on songs, go to practices, get yelled at by Minho for staying up too late, and repeat. The cycle went on until they had a comeback, or a concert. But then it started all over again.

The first time he noticed it was after their concert. He was watching back a fancam, and it clicks in his head what was off. His moments— they weren’t sharp like Minho’s, didn’t have personality like Hyunjin, or fluidity like Felix’s. They were stiff as a board, and he looked like he has just learned the choreography. 

The next time he noticed it was after a long day of recording. His voice— it wasn’t smooth, and even like Seungmin’s, and it couldn’t go high and still be steady, holding a note for forever like Jeongin could do. He couldn’t rap at the speed of light like Changbin, or do it all like Han could. He wasn’t special, was his next thought.

So, naturally, as any good leader would do, he worked harder. Staying until as early as 4am at the studio, and leaving again at 9am. He worked like a dog when producing, not letting up until the song sounded perfect. He spent countless hours in the studio, working until he looked perfect. And it worked, for a while, until Minho caught on.

“Channie-hyung, why are you coming home at 4am?” Minho questions him as soon as he stepped inside. Normally, the younger would wait and call him at 1am if he still wasn’t home, which he would reply to that he was on his way, and almost always got away with it. This time, it seems, he was unlucky. 

“I have a song due tomorrow. Was trying to finish it since we have interviews today.” The half-lie rolled off his younger easily. He didn’t have anything due the next day, but they certainly had interviews. Chan had spent the past few hours rehearsing possible questions and ways to make all the members included. 

Minho tsks. “You need to take better care. Did you have dinner.” Chan rolled his eyes and nodded, stepping past him into the living room.

“I’m fine, Minho-ah.” He walks over to his room, and puts his hand on the doorknob. “Goodnight.” Chan steps inside without a response, and knew he wouldn’t be asleep for another hour. 

As the months went by, Chan started to see all the progress he made slow down. His moves became sloppy— the improvements of his sharp, defined, movement were now laced with fatigue. He started to give himself less lines in upcoming songs, reducing it so the youngest members can get the attention he believed he didn’t deserve. And it wasn’t long before they caught on too.

“Why do I have double the lines than you Chan?” Felix inquires one day as he looks through a song. “I mean— I love that I have so many but, it feels so unbalanced.”

Chan simply shrugs, typing away on his computer. Jeongin, who was nearby chimes in. “Yeah. You have like nothing.” 

“I’m fine with it. They fit you two better.” Both boys stare at him for a moment before going back to working. 

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What the fuck? It's like eight in the morning 😭 Is this how you guys feel when I write angst? I feel like you punctured my heart with a needle. Please, for the love of everyone that enjoys angst and suffering, finish this and post it. Knowing this has actually probably happened in real life, it makes it hurt so much more.

This is gorgeous and I don't think you'll have any problems finding people to read your stuff <3

[svnflower-writes]

i just need some company now

“Moony?” Sirius took one long look at the taller boy and fell into his welcoming embrace, letting his shaky hands cling to Remus’ back as he buried his head into his chest. “Oh, Moony. Thank Merlin you’re here.”

or

In which Remus is at James’ house when Sirius runs away, and that alone makes everything better.

i listened to gracie abrams while writing this and even though it’s not even a very sad piece, i still felt like i was going to cry bc gracie + me + 1am = sadness . inspired (kind of) by comfort crowd by conan gray, i have a new habit of writing wolfstar fics at 2am so i made a tag for it

wolfstar + implied jegulus

fluff + light angst

James was half asleep when the two heard a knock on the door. When the dark-haired boy attempted to get off the couch, he ended up falling onto the floor, where he knocked over his long-since discarded glass of water. Remus let out a snicker and left James spitting out drowsy curse words at the water as he trudged his way down the hallway to the door.

Opening the door, he started a default: “hello, how are you?” that he always used when answering a door, but he was cut off halfway through the ‘hello’. Standing on the steps was Sirius Black, drenched by rain, exhausted, and in need of a warm meal. The long-haired boy’s eyes lit up as he saw Remus, the tiredness still there but much less important than the relief rushing through his veins.

“Moony?” Sirius took one long look at the taller boy and fell into his welcoming embrace, letting his shaky hands cling to Remus’ back as he buried his head into his chest. “Oh, Moony. Thank Merlin you’re here.” Sirius’ tension instantly eased and he found peaceful solace in the comforting hold and he was overrun with an immense feeling of gratitude about how the world had been in his favour tonight. Tonight and always; because Sirius Black was endlessly grateful for Remus Lupin and he swore he would be until the day he died.

Remus slowly adjusted to the hug, letting his arms wrap around Sirius’ lower back as he breathed in softly. He was painfully aware of how alarmingly cold Sirius’ skin was, and he couldn’t help but wonder how long he had been outside in the crisp night air for. “What are you doing here, Pads?”

“Had to get out of that house. That fucking house.”

Remus took note of the bitterness in his tone and the bags in his hands and knew exactly what was going on. “Alright, let’s get you inside. You’re going to catch a cold.”

“I’d say you’re being like my mother but I don’t want to compare the two of you.” Sirius muttered, shivering in Remus’ arms. Remus wondered whether his mother would even care if he got sick from standing outside at night for hours—he certainly had his doubts, considering that she was half the reason Sirius had been outside just past midnight, almost catching his death. Merlin, he hated that woman.

Remus led Sirius inside with a hand on his lower back to keep him steady, finding James in almost exactly the same position he had been sat in earlier, eyes drooping and empty glass in his hands.

“James!”

The boy jolted awake in alarm and his eyes widened at the sight of his best friend in his rain-soaked clothes with his curls sticking to his forehead, “Pads? Merlin, you look like shit.”

Sirius took one look at James’ eye bags and messy hair and chuckled softly from where he stood leaning against Remus, “you don’t look so great yourself, Prongsie. Up too late thinking about my brother again, I assume?”

James mumbled something inaudible under his breath, blushing deeply as he looked away in embarrassment.

“James?” At Remus’s words, he looked up.

“Yeah?”

“Go get some sleep. I’ll take care of Pads.”

James looked like he was about to protest when he let out an exhausted yawn and he sighed in surrender, ‘yeah, okay. I’ll see you two lovebirds in the morning.”

As he turned and plodded slowly up the stairs, Sirius called out to him with a teasing yawn, “and don’t think too much about my brother!”

James flipped him off.

Sirius let out a quiet yawn and Remus sat him down on the couch, grabbing two blankets from the cupboard before returning to see Sirius staring at him. Remus sat down next to him and pulled a blanket over both of their shoulders, sending him a slightly wonky grin as he watched Sirius attempt to fix his hair.

Sirius looked at him with a smile before sighing softly, “I’ve missed you so much. I didn’t even know it was possible to miss someone this badly. The nightmares get worse when you’re not with me. Everything gets worse when you’re not with me.”

Remus’ heart sank. “Oh, love. I’m sorry, I’m here with you now. I’m here now and I’m not leaving.”

Sirius looked up at him and slowly brought their lips together in a kiss that spoke a thousand words; a kiss that made up for the weeks on end the two had had to spend apart. The kiss was soft and unhurried, giving the two boys a sweet reminder of how it felt to be close again. Sirius sat on Remus’ lap, arms around his neck as Remus’ hands found their rightful place in Sirius’ long curls.

Pulling away, Sirius grinned at Remus through the dark curls that had fallen into his eyes while they were kissing, and Remus laughed softly at the sight, softly brushing the hair behind his ear and pressing a kiss to his forehead.

Gradually, as the night went on, the two ended up lying sprawled out on the couch, Sirius resting his head on Remus’ chest while Remus stroked his hair with a look of soft yearning on his face. Sirius looked up suddenly, taking one of Remus’ hands in his own and causing the brown haired-boy to glance down at him with a look that held more love than he had ever received in his life.

“Moony?”

“Mhm?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“But Moony?”

“Yeah?”

“We had the perfect opportunity to experience an iconic rain kiss and we blew it.”

“Well, can you hear that?” Remus asked with a soft smirk on his face, and Sirius grinned when he heard the sound of rain falling on the roof above them. “It seems like we still have a chance to cross that off the bucket list.”

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It was around midnight when I finally pulled myself out of bed and out of my room after being unable to fall asleep for hours on end. At this point I had barely slept for weeks and was purely running on caffeine and anxiety.

With barely opened eyes, I walked towards the kitchen to make myself some coffee. I think I am becoming worse than my Dad and Mr. Stark, but I couldn't care less, I just wanted something to do for the time being.

It was quiet, I mean, it usually was in the apartment - more so when my Dad was home. So the silence in the apartment didn't unnerve me as much as it used to when I first started living with my Dad. Before, when I first moved in, I would always keep something on to have the background with something, anything. Though, as time passed on, I grew used to the silence and started to keep the sound on as loud as I wanted after Bruce left home for work (or as loud as I could put my music on without getting noise complaints).

On the dining room table, there was paper scattered across it, no doubt what Dad had been working on in secret for a few days. Not that the whole 'keeping work secret' thing bothered me, I always knew that my Dad wanted to keep the Avengers separate from my life so that I didn't have to endure the whole superhero world and the pile of trauma that was connected to it. Okay, he doesn't say it like that, but I know it is what he thinks whether or not he admits it in that way or not.

Anyhow, his work barely interested me, too much about the Avengers that I didn't want to occupy my mind - more specifically in the dead of night. Avengers work was much more stressful than school work, school work I could do in the dead of night, but try and understand Avengers work? That was for a day when I finally had no mental illness, or when I was no longer a high school student.

As much as I tried to listen to my Dad's conversations about his work, I simply could not pay attention. I think he knows this, but I insist on listening so much, and I think he probably is glad there is someone to listen to his little rambles, or dump information on, which I can understand.

I shrugged slightly to myself, almost as if I had actually been talking to someone, then walked to the kitchen. I made coffee almost subconsciously, not even realising I was making it until the boiling water started to make noise and made me more aware, more awake.

I stirred the coffee grains in with the milky water, hitting the side of the mug gently before putting it on the side beside the sink. I leaned my head on my hand, elbow on the kitchen counter as my other hand rested on the side of the heated mug, warming my hands. It was a cold night, the hotter seasons slowly creeping into the winter months and, yet, it was still too warm to fall asleep in a hoodie.

I glanced over at the ticking clock in the kitchen, the continuous tick-tick-ticking always had me to no end, I hated the sound of the endless ticking. It was almost 1AM. I could have sworn that more time had passed since I went to bed, but, regardless, I shrugged my shoulders once more, trying to get rid of the disappointment of having to stay up that much longer.

I blew lightly on the coffee, hoping that it would cool down faster so that I could drink it sooner rather than later, when I probably would have gone back to bed and finally slept. I took a quick sip from it, before muttering to myself when it inevitably burnt my tongue.

I picked up the mug and moved to the kitchen table, careful not to move any of the papers that my dad left out, just in case he might've noticed when he woke up. I ended up studying them quietly, but I could barely read the words because of how tired I was and how rushed the majority of the writing was.

Either way, I was never a science person. Of course, I knew what was going on in my classes and I got good grades, but that doesn't mean I have yet to have an understanding over anything my dad does with his colleague, Tony Stark.

I leaned back into the kitchen chair, letting out a long sigh. I took another sip of my coffee and observed the apartment, trying to pick out any new detail I've missed over the three years of living here. It was only small, but I thought that it was because my dad would mostly be at the Avengers Compound and, to think about it, it was usually only me in the apartment.

Three rapid knocks echoed through the apartment, I turned my head to the door in confusion. Who would be knocking on our door so late? Another three swift knocks echoed through the room again, followed by three more and another, annoying three more.

I tutted to myself in annoyance, getting up from my chair and walking over to the front door. The knocking continues and quickly fades into a continuous string of knocks, then into something that could be considered as banging.

I unlocked the door after I grabbed the keys from the table (which was really acting more like a bookshelf at this point) beside the door. I huffed as I unlocked the door with more aggressiveness than I intended.

The door opened and I saw Tony Stark standing with his hand in mid-air, no doubt planning to still continue his agitating knocking.

Tony was a close friend of my Dad's, I think especially since they were part of the Avengers and everything in New York and Sokovia kicked off, they only grew closer. Trauma bond, I assumed, but it might be because they're both basically, in my book, mad scientists.

"It's too early for this shit, Stark." I glared at him, crossing my arms over my chest.

There was a certain look on Tony's face that I couldn't quite make out. He looked almost frantic, inspired almost, maybe even anxious. "Where's your dad?"

"Most likely asleep seeing as it is, oh, I don't know, fucking midnight." I scoffed with an annoyed smile. Clearly any energy I had for socialising disappeared yesterday afternoon; after I had a particularly annoying run in with some boys in my school during my least favourite class.

"Calm down, Little Banner." Stark tutted at me, though I could tell that frantic feeling still lingered through his façade of his usual self. "I need to see Banner."

I was tempted to make my usual joke of 'you're looking at him', but I figured it was a better idea to not. I don't often see Tony anxious, or panicky, so it was a shock when it does sometimes happen.

The last time that I heard Tony with this specific tone, it was 2015, a year ago. I had called to check in, since my Dad didn't respond, which was unusual. That time, like this time, Stark was quick to the point and didn't linger on specifics. I still don't know what happened that day, but as I gathered Tony and my dad (and maybe the others) were deeply disturbed by something and that 'something' caused my dad to go into a full on Hulk Rage.

I still have zero idea on what exactly happened. But something changed, I know that.

Almost on cue, my dad poked his head out of his bedroom, a tired, confused look on his face. He slowly trekked over to us.

"Tony?" He asked in confusion, his eyes squinting for a moment, as if he thought he was imagining Stark standing in front of us. "It's midnight, what the hell are you doing here?"

My Dad's eyes lingered on my presence for a few moments, as if trying to figure out why I was the first to open the door and not him. "Why are you up?"

I gave him a small shrug, it was a common response to his question because if I had a quid for every time he'd caught me like this, I'd be as rich as Stark.

Tony glanced at me for a second, and I took the hint. Avengers stuff, more so the certain device they're working on that confused me into oblivion. In fact, I was pretty sure that the blueprints I had been looking at before Stark started his repeated banging on the door, were about the project my Dad and Tony were working on.

"Alright, alright, I'm going." I huffed silently, my hands up in an almost surrendering mannerism. It was also another one of the common responses: Stark comes over with Avengers stuff, I get that stupid look that tells me I shouldn't be allowed to hear.

If Stark really wanted to talk about this device he and my dad were making, couldn't he call, or text instead of showing up randomly? Asshole. Also, speaking of couldn't he just call, wouldn't it be quicker then driving up here?

I made my way to the kitchen and sat back down where I left my coffee, though it wasn't too far away from the front door, my dad and Tony started talking in quiet enough voices, though I wasn't able to hear anything but the tiny noises of a few words spoken too loud.

I ended up finishing up my coffee during the, seemingly, never ending and hushed conversation my dad and Tony had. At some point, Stark rushed over to the table where I was and practically shooed me away.

With a scoff and a roll of my eyes, I got up from my seat, and picked up my coffee. Of course, my dad noticed my cup of coffee and gave me a look that was meant to silently scolding. I shrugged once more at him with an apologetic smile since I had told him a few weeks back I'd stop drinking coffee to keep me up late.

This time I'd completely moved away from my Dad and Tony, leaving my finished cup of coffee on the kitchen counter and started to walk over to my room. The conversation clearly was going to last a while, and I didn't want to awkwardly stand around as I waited for their 'little' talk to end. I, however, left my door slightly open, that small hint of curiosity getting the better of me. 

Sure, the whole saying of 'curiosity killed the cat' stuck, but that doesn't mean that it necessarily worked. Curiosity is like an addiction, and I'd be damned if it killed me so early on.

Either way, the 'keeping-the-door-slightly-open' thing worked, because as soon as I had left the room, Stark and my Dad started to talk a little louder so that they weren't whispering to one another anymore. They obviously assumed I wasn't going to eavesdrop, because I never had before.

Okay, yeah, fine, I was eavesdropping, but curiosity was eating me alive. After all this time, Dad and Stark couldn't give me the slightest idea as to what this 'device' was? Surely, they were going to know that eventually I was going to get interested in it. Even if I couldn't exactly hear what they were saying, or understand the things I did actually hear, I wanted to know what was going on this time.

They were obviously talking about the mystery device the two were working on. The Avengers Stuff. The stuff that I never knew about, but always had a slight urge to ask about it. Though, asking for it or not, I was never told any specifics, my dad didn't want me involved with the Avengers. No matter how small something was.

"What?" It was my Dad, it was the one thing that I could clearly hear, there was a hint of surprise in his tone, maybe even a bit of concern.

Though, just as quick as I heard his voice, both their voices became hushed once more.

I didn't often hear that tone of pure fear in my dad's voice often. Actually, the closest I got to hearing it was when he found out about the time I got in a fight at school. It had almost been the exact same 'what' as the one I had just heard.

I heard a set of footsteps nearing my door, causing me to quickly hurried backwards until the back of my knees hit my bed. I practically fell over the end of my bed and into my bed, trying to quickly pretend I was trying to fall asleep, the loud creak of the bed clearly giving me away.

My Dad slowly opened the door, poking his head in first with a quizzical look on his face, he definitely didn't buy my pretend sleeping.

"Kid," He called, stepping into the room fully. "I have to go to the Avengers' Compound, you gonna be okay?"

I shot up in bed when I heard that, I didn't really want to be left alone again, it was starting to happen way too often. "Can't I come with?"

He stared at me for a few silent moments, but he ended up shaking his head. "I've told you don't want y-"

"Yeah, but I don't want to be home alone for ages again." I huffed, crossing my legs in bed as I looked up at my Dad through the darkness of my room. "Please, I won't get in the way of the 'Avengers' Business' or whatever."

Dad only sighed in response, his head hung low for a couple of mili-seconds, before returning his gaze back to me. "Fine, fine, pack your things, I don't know how long we'll be there for."

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