#i ran out of alcohol after the first week of quarantine

[therealdisneyfan2319]

Stress Relief | Wanda Maximoff

Summary: Wanda finds herself in need of some relaxation during a stressful period in her life

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader

Warnings: Smut (minors dni), language, alcohol

Word Count: 2.6K

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A/N: This was a request from @jgmg10.  Enjoy!  Did I have flashbacks to the start of the pandemic and quarantine MMHMM

This wasn’t the way you had intended March to go.  You were supposed to be flying to Berlin at the end of the month for work, but with the world shutting down it looked like you would be stuck at home for a while.  The idea of working from home seemed like a novelty at first.  Most of your job was done online anyways, so you didn’t necessarily need to go into the office every day.  You were looking forward to the prospect of working in your pajamas from the comfort of your own every day: no annoying coworkers to distract you from the daily grind of tasks, no boss breathing down your neck every chance he could, no mandatory after-work get-togethers.  Most people would describe you as a loner.  You called yourself an introvert.  So the idea of not having to leave the house to see anyone sounded like a pretty good tradeoff for not getting sick.  However, your plans were shaken up when your next-door neighbor, Wanda Maximoff, ended up moving in with you.

Wanda and her brother, Pietro, were renting the house next to yours.  Wanda was a librarian at the local elementary school while Pietro was working his way through a stressful emergency medicine residency at St. Matthew’s Hospital downtown.  When things started getting bad, he offered to move in with some of the other residents in order to keep Wanda safe.  She said no, of course, insisting that he stay in the house while she looked for a place to stay.  You happened to overhear her while she was pacing around the backyard on the phone with someone, searching frantically for a new housing situation.  The idea popped into your head before you could think about it, and before you realized what you were doing you heard yourself offer up the guest room for her.  You heard the person on the other end of the line continue rambling as Wanda stared at you, trying to weigh the situation as she hung up the phone.  She was wary of your intentions, seeing as you two hadn’t really spoken before.  But once you assured her that you weren’t a serial killer, that you had more than enough room to spare, and that she wouldn’t be a burden she graciously took you up on your offer.  

You couldn’t believe that you’d actually offered your house up to a stranger.  You’d exchanged pleasantries a few times, having stopped to chat with her when you ran into her on a walk one night, but that was it.  Wanda was cute, there was no denying that.  Your heart fluttered in your chest every time you saw her.  But your social anxiety won out against the small voice in your head that encouraged you to go talk to her.  Truth be told it didn’t bother you.  You were more than content with the way your life was going and you didn’t necessarily need anyone to make you feel complete.  

Wanda moved in within the week, bringing a couple of suitcases and a backpack with her.  Neither of you knew how long this would last, so she brought enough to be comfortable for a while.  You’d already made the guest room up for her, changing the sheets and vacuuming and dusting to make sure she felt right at home.  She settled in quietly, spending most of that first day unpacking and setting up her work-from-home setup.  The presence of another body in your house was slightly unnerving at first.  While you knew she wasn’t any sort of threat, just the knowledge that there was someone else in your space was enough to set you on edge for a while.  Within a few weeks, the two of you settled into a somewhat routine.  Her schedule started earlier than yours, so you only really saw each other in the evenings after work.  One of you would be in the kitchen making dinner, and the other would stop by and chat.  Like you, Wanda was quiet.  It took her a while to open up past more than general pleasantries, but once she did you were amazed at how forthcoming she was.  Many nights were spent laughing over dinner or trying to figure out the latest show to binge while it felt like the lockdown would never end.  But you never spent any more time together than that.

You were sitting in the living room, drinking a beer while watching reruns of Miami Vice after a rough week at work.  The stress of the state of the world was starting to get to you and you needed something to take your mind off things.  The escape into the world of pastel colors, shoulder pads, and palm trees offered little relief, but it was good enough for the time being.  As you flopped on the couch, engrossed in the police chase, Wanda wandered up from the basement.  She’d started taking nightly workout classes over Zoom.  It was the way she was dealing with the stress of the lockdown and the whole online learning nightmare.  She walked into the living room, groaning as she flopped onto the floor in front of the couch.

“You good?” you asked, tilting your head off the pillow as you lay on the couch.

“No.  My back is so stiff right now I can barely move,” she groaned.  She stretched her arms over her head as she twisted side to side, hoping something might relieve the tension.

“Do you want me to try and massage it out for you?”

Wanda looked at you, a curious expression on her face.  “Yeah, right.  You’re just looking for a chance to feel me up, aren’t you?” she guffawed.

“Wanda, if I’d wanted to feel you up I would’ve done it by now.”  She rolled her eyes at you, smirking as she did so.  “But if you just want to suffer in silence instead, that’s okay, too,” you told her as you turned your attention back to the screen.

“Fine.  But I swear if you try anything funny-”

“Relax, Wanda.  I won’t do anything like that.  I promise.”  You sat up on the couch, swinging your legs around so they hung off the couch.  Wanda pushed herself off the floor, groaning as she leaned back into child’s pose before standing up.  She glanced down at your lap.  “Come on, lay down and I’ll make all your worries disappear,” you teased.

“Right,” she drolled.  She walked over to the couch, lying down on her belly and scooching her way up so that her chest was resting squarely on your legs.  She crossed her arms above her head, resting her forehead on her forearms as you felt her full weight across your lower body.

“You’re sweaty,” you observed as you placed your hands on her shoulders.

“Shut up,” a muffled response came from the head that was buried in the couch.  Smiling to yourself, you began to massage her shoulders.  Your hands kneaded the tight muscles, squeezing and releasing them as you tried to help work out the knots that peppered the entirety of her back.  As you worked your hands down to the small of her back, a groan fell from Wanda’s lips.  “Mmm, that feels good,” she murmured as you circled your thumbs around the knots on either side of her spine.

Your fingers walked their way up her spine, tracing small circles around her tense muscles.  You felt your heart speed up as you felt the curves of her body, her tight-fitting workout shirt leaving little to the imagination.  Her breath hitched as you hit a particularly sensitive spot, causing a jolt of arousal to shoot through your body.  Swallowing hard, you prayed that you wouldn’t do anything to embarrass yourself while she was lying right on top of you.  But as you worked your fingers harder, Wanda’s moans became louder.

“You enjoying yourself?” you teased.  

“Oh god yes,” she moaned.  Without any coaxing, she rolled her hips into the couch.  You bit your lower lip as you watched her squirm against you.  Your hands were on her lower back and while you were about to run them back up and under her shirt, you boldly moved them down to caress the curve of her bum.

“I thought you said you weren’t going to cop a feel,” she remarked as she felt your hand cup her.

“Are you gonna stop me?”

“No.”  

Wanda turned over on her back as you pulled your legs out from underneath her, bringing yourself up to lie on top of her.  Her face was flushed from either her workout or arousal, you couldn’t tell and you didn’t care.  You watched her chest bounce up and down as she breathed heavily against you.  The air felt thick through the dizzying tension that was building in the room.  You glanced at her red lips, wondering how they would feel against your own.  She answered that question for you as she grabbed your face and crashed your lips into hers.  You found yourself drinking in the sensation of her soft mouth against yours, her cherry chapstick smearing against your lips.  Your entire body was buzzing with excitement as your lips explored each other, her hands moving up to tease through your hair.

As soon as you worked up the nerve you swiped your tongue over her lower lip, asking permission to enter her mouth.  Her lips parted ever so slightly to allow you in.  She moaned at the feeling of your tongue against hers.  Your hands trailed down her body, reaching under her shirt and snaking their way back up as you dug your nails into her soft flesh.  Her hips instinctively rolled up into yours at the rough contact, causing you to grind back down into her.  A swell of arousal burned deep within you as you bit down on her lower lip, savoring in her taste.

As you kissed your way down her jaw, Wanda tugged at the string of your pajama pants.  You groaned as you felt her cold hand reach down and grab your cock.  Her fingers worked deftly over your throbbing erection, jerking you off while you moaned into her neck.  A sharp nip on her pulse point caused her to squeeze you in all the right ways.  You bit down on her porcelain skin harder in response, leaving a purple bruise in your wake.  She gasped as you swiped your tongue over the sensitive area.  

You pulled away from her neck, gasping for air as you stared down at the disheveled woman below you.  Her eyes were wide with desire, sweat beading around her forehead.  “How’s that feel?” you asked.

“I think I could relax even more,” Wanda teased.  She bit her lip as she tugged your pants down your waist, your cock springing free of its restrictive confines.  

“That can be arranged,” you whispered.  Pushing yourself to your knees, you hooked your thumbs around the waist of her yoga pants.  Wanda lifted her hips as you tugged them down past her knees.  The sight of her bare cunt was enough to make your mouth water.  It was already glistening with her arousal as you tentatively rubbed a finger over her slit.  You painted her slick all over her lips and clit.

“Oh fuck,” she whimpered.  Her hips bucked against her hand.  She was desperate for your touch.  Anything to relieve the ache that was quickly building between her legs.

“And you said you didn’t want me to try anything,” you teased, lightly circling her clit.  “So I guess I can just stop.”  Wanda whined as you removed your finger, grabbing your forearm as you pulled it away.

“Please touch me,” she moaned.  Your pulse quickened as you watched her become visibly wetter.  Ecstasy surged through your body as you saw Wanda becoming more and more aroused.  All you wanted to do was bury yourself deep within her and stay there.

“Is that what you want, Wanda?  You want me to touch you?  You want me to shove my fingers into your cunt and fuck you until you’re begging me to stop?” “Fingers, tongue, cock, I don’t care.  I just need you in me.  I want you to fill me up again and again.  Please I just need to cum around you.”  She writhed against the couch cushions, her hips bucking up as she strained for relief.  You watched as she threw her head back against the pillow, the vein in her neck straining against the confines of her skin.

Without warning you plunged two fingers into her.  She was so wet that you slid right in without any resistance.  The sudden intrusion ripped a loud groan from her as you began to pump in and out of her.  Her legs trembled as you moved just the right way inside of her, the pads of your fingers rubbing against her most sensitive spot.  

“Oh god more, I need more,” she begged.  You smirked as you shoved another finger inside her.  Her walls stretched easily to accommodate the new intrusion as your thumb began to circle her clit.  Your fingers were drenched with her arousal, the slippery fluid causing your thumb to dance around the erect nub.  “Shit, right there.  That’s it, Y/N, fuck.  Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum.”  Her words came in a strangled scream as you continued to bring her closer to her peak.  Wanda’s walls began to flutter around your digits.  But as she approached the point of no return, you pulled out.

A choked sob flew from Wanda’s lips at the sudden absence of your fingers.  “F-fuck, please don’t stop,” she sobbed, tears pooling in the corners of her eyes.

Leaning over her, you pushed your cock inside her in one quick thrust.  Her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt herself being stuffed by all of you.  Just like when you first pushed your fingers into her, you face no resistance as you felt her slick walls stretch around you.  Your hips set a fast rhythm, pounding in and out of her pussy with little regard for anything but the heavenly sensation of her squeezing you.

“Fuck,” you whimpered as you leaned over her.  Your noses bumped against each other as your moans filled the room.  You strained to keep your eyes open, not wanting to miss watching her experience total bliss.

“Don’t stop,” she begged, her hands coming up to grab your face.  You kissed her roughly as you continued to pound your hips into her.

“Wanda, I’m gonna-”

“Don’t stop, Y/N.”  She kissed you harder, biting down on your lower lip as your thrusts became erratic.

Shockwaves gripped your body as you erupted inside her with one final thrust.  The sensation of you flooding her was enough to send her over the edge.  She came with a series of moans that were muffled by a fiery kiss.  

Your thrusts slowed and became more shallow as the two of you came down from your highs.  As you struggled to regain your breath, you noticed that both of your shirts were soaked with sweat as you collapsed down onto her.  “Feeling relaxed yet?” you joked.

“Oh yes,” Wanda chuckled breathlessly, a blissed out look spread over her face.  

“Why didn’t we do this sooner?” you asked, your words muffled as you spoke into her neck.

“I have no idea.  But I’m not opposed to doing it again?”  She traced her svelte fingers down your back.

“Now?”  Wanda nodded.  “Wanda, I need a shower first.”

“Good,” she replied, pushing you off her.  “I’ve never had shower sex before.  Why don’t we go give it a go?”    

[even-in-winter]

10 for 10 for 10

Rules: Answer ten questions, come up with ten questions of your own, and tag ten people.

Thanks for the tag @kissedbydragonfire , but wow, this was not easy

Question time

1.   If your OTP couldn’t be together, what other canon characters would you want them to be with?

Ow, help. This is hard. Uhm.... okay i will try

My OTP now is Garcia Flynn and Lucy Preston. So, if they can't be together I would let Flynn have Lorena back in a second. He deserves a happy life with his family and baby girl.

Lucy however, i doubt a lot. Im tempted to say Wyatt, but I didn't like every version of him in the show. Sometimes he did things that made me doubt. So i dont know. I guess I would bring them together, but more the fanfic version of them if that makes sense.

My alternative would be Jess, both strong women, but @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels made me ship Jess with Amy, so that doesnt feel right either. (Read the roommate fic, they are amazing together! "Even when we're hopeless, at least we're not alone" is the name if i remember correctly)

I'm not even trying to ship her with Denise or Connor. Not for me. Nope.

So that kinda leaves Rufus and Jiya as alternative. I would never break up these cuties, so I'm going to put Lucy with them. Why? Because I can. Lucy would be in good hands with them.

2.   If you could change one thing about your favorite fictional character, who is it and what would you change?

Lucy. I would make her a bit more confident in herself. Make her see just how much worth she has. She can be such a strong woman, she just needs to see it for herself sometimes.

3.   Is there anything that you consider to be a lucky charm for you and/or brings you luck?

I have. My grandparents gave me a little silver necklace with a clover shaped pendant. They gave it to me when I was in high school to bring me luck on my exams. I do not believe in this bringing me luck, yet i wear it every time i have an exam or when something important comes up ( job interview etc.). My grandfather passed away last year and this makes me feel connected still. So, I do not believe it brings me luck, but I do feel like it calms me down and makes me more "mentally ready" for situations I could use a bit of luck in.

4.   If you could live in any historical era (excluding the modern one), what would it be?

I would say modern times. All my favorite people are here, plus i would probably die after 2 days in any other time in history. I know how to handle swords, but thats a about it. I'm good in starting fires, but not when you need them. So i would burn down any camp i make within a day. I'm also very clumsy and daring a a but of 'je m'en fous', which is a horrible combination which leads to injuries more often than not. So no, better let me stay

5.   Do you prefer blondes, brunettes or redheads?

Hmmmm... I think I'm going to go with brunettes, but followed very close by the blondes.

6.   If you could save one beloved character from an in canon death by “moving” them to another show, what character would it be and what show would you “move” them to?

GARCIA FLYNN. I would move him to any show that can gives him the life he deserves. Ideally i would let Lucy or Lorena and Iris join him in this show, but I doubt thats what the question was about. I can not pinpoint a show right now, so I will gently place him in a show of his likings 😉

7.   If you could go back and change one historical event, what would it be?

Honestly, i would probably be like timeless and change a lot. So its hard to just pick one...

8.   If you were casting actors for a movie and you could select anyone, who is in your dream cast?

Abigail Spencer, Goran Visnjic, Henry Cavill, Maura Tierney, Rebecca Ferguson, Tom Hiddleston, and soooo much more.

9.   Do you believe in ghosts? 👻

I do not. I never experienced anything that convinced me they could be real. I'm very sceptical about them. I like the idea that people I lost are still arround, but I dont really believe in it.

Also, i would totally make fun of people for eternity as a ghost. So maybe better if they don't exist haha🤷‍♀️

10. What’s the one thing you can’t live without while you’re stuck in quarantine?

WiFi. I have online classes, papers to write and for entertainment. I miss my friends and family so keeping contact and organizing groupwatches for movienight and chatting keep me sane.

Normally I would have said books, but it's been 2 weeks of complete lockdown now and I read 7 books already. I will run out of reading material soon and we have still several weeks to go😅

My Questions for you:

Yes they are weird. Yes I'm aware. Still, I'm bored and now very curious to see what your answers will be🤣🤣.

So, here we go 😎

1) There have been lots of crazy weapons made, such as the "Lantern shield" or " Spring loaded triple dagger" or "Gun shield" What is your favorite 'crazy' or weird weapon? (Doesn't need to be useful, the weirder the better)

2) You are an inventor. Yup. This is your life now. You invent things. Big things, small things, weird things, ... . What are your top 3 inventions?

3) What is the weirdest compliment you ever got?

4) IT'S YOUR LUCKY DAY! Your favorite genie Winter fulfills your wish! You can now yell/swear/be angry for 20 minutes at the person of your choice, without consequences because they will forget it all after you are done or when the 20 minutes are over. Who do you choose and why? If you feel comfortable to share it with your favorite genie, what would you say?

5) If you could "kidnap" one historical person to stay 1 week in 2020 before sending him/her back to their time. Who would you choose and why? (To motivate, make them see what they did for our modern times or to hang out with. The choice is yours. Everything is possible)

6) SURPRISE! Loki, the Norse god of Misschief, has taken a liking to you. You can now pull one prank on a person/organization/country/whatever you like of your choice and nobody will ever know it was you, or if you want they will know it was you but you will NEVER be punished for it. What would you do? 😎

7) Post a picture of the most "ugly"or "useless" animal below. Like the MOST UGLY HIDEOUS OR USELESS animal you can find. Give the animal a name of your liking (Fred, Jeff whatever you want. Be creative) and explain, while using that name, why this is the WORST animal. (Post the real name of the animal in the tags so people can google this lovely thing afterwards if they want)

8) My condolances, your great-great-twice removed aunt has just died. She left you something, something very special. It's a box. You slowly lift the lid to see "...". (fill in blank, explain if you like)

9) ITS YOUR FAVORITE GENIE WINTER AGAIN! This time, i have a little dillema for you. In order to get a wish of your choice, you need to push on this bell. This cool little bell 🛎. If you do, 20 people die. You don't know for sure if they are strangers or not. Could be anyone. You even dont know if their deaths are peaceful or horrible. You don't know. All you know is that your heartwish will be granted and 20 people die. Would you do it?

10) WOOPS! YOU DIED! or better, people believe you are dead, but you aren't. What will you do now? Will you enjoy your newfound freedom or will you return to your normal life?

I tag: @ununpredictableme @kissedbydragonfire @mathgirl24 @celtrose-ish @garciaflynnanimal @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels @magnificentcowboypeanutpaper @princessamerigocreations @....

Anyone who wants to play, consider yourself tagged. No pressure, and if you don't want to answer all you don't have too. I'm just very curious to see some answers haha.

[vxlkyrie]

through my lens

pairing: spencer reid x reader

genre: fluff (god so much fluff), friends to lovers!au

warning: mentions of alcohol, cursing

word count: 4.8k

summary: spencer comes up with the best birthday gift a girl could ask for – along with the best confession

a/n: hey y’all, it’s been a hot minute. i apologize for going m.i.a. for a bit and only reblogging fics and gifsets. i’ve been trying to give myself a little break from writing after finishing my classes for the semester, and then i found myself having writer’s block. but now i’ve found the motivation to write again! i’ve gotten into criminal minds during this quarantine, and became whipped for reid. so why not start writing for him? hopefully i can write more for him. and with that said, i hope you guys enjoy this fluff-filled oneshot!

everyone in the bau had their hobbies. spencer loves to read, penelope knits, hotch golfs on weekends – just to name a few. 

when you weren’t creating profiles and catching unsubs, you were roaming around d.c. taking photos of literally everything. a rose bush, your lunch at the cafe down the street from your apartment, the beautiful cotton candy sunset. you were seen always taking a picture, whether it was with a dslr, a polaroid, or simply your phone. you also took pictures of the bau team whenever you all decide to hang out. 

a night at the club? pictures of emily, jj, and penelope drunk off their asses while grinding on each other. 

dinner after successfully closing a case? pictures of derek and spencer having a mini food fight and hotch trying to stop them. 

christmas sleepover at rossi’s mansion? pictures of rossi cooking and the ladies making cookies. 

jj’s wedding? pictures of the blushing bride and groom and everyone slow dancing with each other (until derek pulled your camera out of your hand and forced you to dance with everyone). 

let’s just say you have a wall filled with polaroids of your second family.

photography has been a passion of yours for the longest time. although, when you first started in the bau, you felt like a burden you stated taking pictures of the team in their happiest moments. but over the years, everyone assured you that it was fine and even encouraged you to continue, which made your heart flutter. 

but what made your heart flutter even more is when a certain doctor asks you for tips on how to get into photography.

“hey y/n!” a male voice greeted you while you were working on paperwork. you snapped your head up to see spencer giving you a small smile as he leaned on your desk.

you became close with the doctor shortly after you joined the unit. probably because you two were around the same age, but also probably because of the similar interests you two had. 

he would come over to your apartment frequently for movie nights and whenever he just wanted to unwind after a case and didn’t feel like going back to his place. 

the first time he slept over, you had to apologize for the lack of literature books on your shelves that were filled with scrapbooks instead. he told you it was no problem and found himself getting lost in one of your scrapbooks.

“no way! is that y/n in high school?” he practically squealed.

“what?!” your eyes widened as you ran towards spencer and attempted to get the embarrassing scrapbook out of his hand, only for him to lift it high into the air and out of your reach.

“why didn’t you tell me you wore glasses? you looked so cute!” he laughed as he looked up at the scrapbook that he held above his head.

“i looked horrible! give it back!” you whined.

“only if you can reach it.” he smirked.

“fuck you. you just had to be 6′1.” you pouted as the doctor continued to go through the rest of your scrapbooks (he especially enjoyed going through the scrapbook that was filled with pictures of the team).

and even though you complained the entire time he went through your collection, you couldn’t help the butterflies in your stomach as your feelings for spencer grew.

“what’s up, doc?” you beamed back.

“nothing much. i just wanted to ask you something.” he said as he fumbled with his hands.

“yeah, what is it?” you asked politely.

“i-i want to learn more about photography, and i was hoping you could help me?” he answered softly as a tint of pink spread across his cheeks

god help me, he’s so cute.

“yeah of course!” you chuckled. spencer’s eyes lit up with joy as he smiled wider. “what do you need help with?”

“well, the basics, and what kind of camera to use. although, i’ve heard digital cameras have been getting more expensive these days. maybe it’s because more people are getting into photography. i’ve seen a lot of websites that garcia showed me where people are starting photography businesses and i- i’m rambling again, aren’t i?” spencer scratched the back of his neck. 

you weren’t one to cut spencer off while he’s talking. mostly because he looked so attractive while doing it, and it still baffles you how that’s possible.

“it’s fine spence,” you softly smile at him, which caused his heart to speed up a little. “and honestly, using your phone is a great start into learning basic photography.”

“really?” he quirked an eyebrow.

“yeah, give me your phone,” you asked, holding out your hand. he pulled it out and handed it to you. “i know you’re like a technophobe, but this little guy is pretty useful, especially when it comes to photography.” you explained as you opened the camera app, showing him the different features on it. “now here’s a grid. ever heard of rule of thirds?”

spencer shooked his head, which surprised you.

“oh really? well basically...” you started to speak.

spencer started zoning out. he already knew what the rule was, but he just wanted an excuse to stare at you.

the resident genius has been in love with you ever since you joined the unit. and his feelings grew even more after finding out you both have a love for halloween and science fiction. but of course, he never acted on it. the poor boy was already shy enough, and after being rejected several times, he especially doesn’t want to ruin his friendship with you.

oh y/n, if only you knew...

“so overall, it’s a great way to line up your photos,” you finished explaining, turning your head to see spencer spacing out. “you okay spencer?” you waved a hand over his face.

“w-what? oh yeah, i’m fine. rule of thirds is my best friend when taking pictures. got it.” he blinked, making you chuckle.

“hey pretty boy, we’re being summoned by garcia.” a deep voice said as a hand slapped over spencer’s shoulder.

“hi derek!” you smiled.

“hey sugar,” he winked. “come on reid, let’s go.” derek turned to spencer. spencer nodded at the older man and started to walk.

“thanks again y/n!” he yelled over his shoulder.

“of course! if you need anything, just let me know!” you yelled back as you continued working on your paperwork.

“anything?” derek whispered, teasing spencer as they made their way to penelope’s office.

“stop. she was just teaching me some stuff about photography.”

“you are such a sucker for her. just tell her you like her already. we all know you both are in love with each other.” derek rolled his eyes.

“she’s not in love with me.”

“you have an iq of 187 and for what? you don’t have to be a genius to know that she feels the same way.” derek said as he opened the door.

-

“ah my lovelies are here!” penelope said as she hugged derek and spencer.

“what’s up baby girl?” the formal asked.

“i’ve already told emily, jj, hotch, and rossi this, but i am planning a surprise birthday party for y/n at rossi’s place!” she clapped joyfully.

“isn’t her birthday like a month away?” spencer raised an eyebrow.

“i don’t even think she remembers that her birthday’s coming up soon.” derek added.

“which makes this even easier,” penelope smiled. “the week of her birthday, we will be going over to rossi’s house after work and we will help decorate. the night of the party, spencer, you will be driving her to rossi’s. just say that we’re all meeting up to go to a club or something.” she quickly said.

“i guess that’s possible.” the younger boy slowly nodded.

“are you sure she isn’t gonna be suspicious that reid’s willing to go to a club?” derek asked.

“hey!”

“he’s a genius, he’ll come up with some excuse,” penelope said. “okay great. let’s go team! now get out please.”

spencer slowly walked down the hall that lead back to the bullpen.

what am i gonna get her this year? i already got her the whole star wars saga collection. this gift has to be more sentimental. 

he bit his lip in deep thought.

then suddenly, a light bulb flickered on above his head.

that’s it!

-

a month passes by quickly when you're working on cases mostly every day. 

there were a few times where you would have the day off or at least the night off after a long day at work. you spent those times with the bau, whether it was having a night in with the girls, checking out the costume stores with spencer (who cares if it’s nowhere near october?), or even a spontaneous night out at the karaoke bar.

the rest of the team have managed to sneak around during the week of your birthday, gathering party decorations and gifts, making sure everything is set up correctly before the big day.

spencer worked very hard on his gift for you, adding the finishing touches as he stored it in a closet that was filled with the rest of the team’s gifts.

set up for y/n’s birthday party – check.

and in a blink of an eye, it was your birthday and the night of party. the team was flying back from a case that took several days, and you want nothing more than to knock out on your bed.

“the night is still young! let’s all go out!” emily exclaimed as you all gathered your belongings in the bullpen. derek nodded his head in agreement, catching on to emily’s little scheme.

“hell yeah, i’m in!” jj responded. “how about you, y/n?”

“i don’t know guys, i’m pretty tired.” you yawned.

“come on y/n, you have to come with us.” emily pouted.

“what’s happening?” penelope walked in.

“we’re gonna hit the clubs, you in?”

“definitely. spence, you coming?” penelope looked at him as if she had telepathically sent him a message. spencer widened his eyes.

“u-uh, yeah. i’m in.” he gave a small smile.

“look y/n, even reid’s coming! you love clubbing with us. it’s gonna be a great time!” jj said as she held your arms. you sighed.

“fine. i’ll meet you guys in like two hours, okay?”

the ladies cheered in victory.

“perfect! let’s pregame at rossi’s and then we’ll all go together.” emily said.

“great! spencer, do you mind driving me to my apartment?” you said as you turned towards him. he shook his head in response and you both headed towards the parking lot.

get y/n to come over to rossi’s – check.

-

after you got ready, spencer drove to rossi’s mansion as you sang to throwbacks.

he changed into a simple black dress shirt and jeans (and of course, his converse) while you wore a black off-the-shoulder mini dress and heels. your makeup was flawless as well as your curled hair.

spencer couldn’t help but think you looked beautiful in this moment, and can’t wait for the surprise he and the team had in store for you.

soon, you two were parked in rossi’s huge driveway.

“she’s here!” spencer texted penelope as soon as he put the car in park. he ran over to your side of the car and opened the door for you.

“what a gentleman! thank you, kind sir.” you smiled and reach out for spencer’s hand as he helped you out of your seat. you two walked to the front door to see rossi standing with a huge grin on his face.

“hey rossi!” you greeted while hugging him. he grabbed your hand and opened the door and slowly let you in, with spencer trailing not too far behind. “where is everyone?” you asked as he led you to the dark living room.

“surprise!” many voices shouted. your eyes widened as the lights turned on, only to see your closest friends and everyone from the bau and their families smiling at you. even the kids were there.

there were balloons that floated onto the ceiling. foil curtains that filled up rossi’s wall (he wasn’t a big fan of it, but he was willing to hang it up because it was all for you). tables filled with drinks, food, and gifts. and don’t forget the banner that hung across the threshold leading to the backyard that read ‘happy birthday y/n!’

you felt yourself tearing up.

“oh my god!” you patted around your eye area. “i love you all, but goddamnit you almost made me ruin my mascara!” you yelled jokingly, earning laughs from everyone (even hotch).

“happy birthday!” rossi said as he hugged you and kissed your cheeks. everyone gathered around you to hug you, take pictures with you, and say their happy birthday’s.

“happy birthday, sugar.” derek hugged you.

“i honestly forgot that it was today.” you laughed as he joined you.

even spencer gave you a bear hug and a kiss on the forehead, which made your face heat up.

“happy birthday y/n.” he smiled at you.

you were in euphoria as the party went on. you were dancing with your best friends and the bau ladies (and derek) as music blasted throughout the backyard. everyone was occupied, but they seemed to be enjoying themselves, even spencer, who was having a beer while conversing with hotch.

“so when are you gonna tell y/n you like her?” he asked spencer who was looking at you like you’re the only thing in the world. spencer turned his head towards his boss.

“soon.” he smiled, sounding very determined.

“as much as i love seeing you guys dance your asses off, it’s time for the birthday girl to blow out her candles.” rossi announced.

everyone gathered around the table as you walked towards the table, seeing a beautifully decorated cake with lit candles placed in front of you. they all sang happy birthday (with hotch recording everything), making you smile from ear to ear while trying not to tear up again. soon, you blew out your candles, followed by cheers. rossi helped cut the cake and distributed it to everyone.

“as soon as everyone gets their slice, please go to the living room so y/n can open her gifts!” he shouted. everyone obeyed and started to walked back inside. spencer’s eyes widened.

shit. 

“you okay, kid?” derek asked, approaching spencer.

“uh, yeah?” he answered, clearing his throat as an attempt to try to hide his panicked expression.

“what’s got you nervous?”

“i-i didn’t know she was gonna open her gifts in front of everyone.” spencer practically whispered.

“why? what’d you get her?” derek smirked.

“i guess you’ll see.” spencer sighed.

-

everyone sat in the living room, facing you as you opened your gifts. every time you opened one, your heart melts even more.

when you opened rossi’s gift, you thought you were gonna pass out.

“rossi, i cannot take this!” you exclaimed as you held a box that contained a new camera. “this must’ve costed you a fortune!” you tried to give rossi the box, but he simply shook his head.

“you’re like a daughter to me, y/n. of course i had to spoil my child!” he said as everyone laughed around him.

“i can assure you buying that camera certainly did not put a dent in his bank account.” emily quipped. you thanked rossi with a hug and continued to open more gifts in your seat between spencer and emily.

you were curious when you lifted a slightly heavy bag from hotch. you gasped as soon as you looked inside to see a brand new laptop sitting inside.

“hotch, you shouldn’t have!”

“i know you recently broke your laptop, so i figured why not save you the trouble of getting one. you also deserve it after being such a great addition to the team.” he said, giving you a small smile as you hugged him.

emily bought you a ton of polaroid film and sd cards, as well as a bottle of wine – the key to a girl’s heart.

“these are exactly what i needed, thank you babe.” you kissed her cheek.

jj and will bought you a vinyl player along with a few vinyls from your favorite artists. they also added a few drawings of you that henry made that had ‘auntie y/n’ written on all of them.

“i am definitely putting these on my fridge.” you said as you lightly ruffled the little guy’s hair.

derek got you a pair of headphones (from the same brand as his) so you didn’t have to borrow his during the plane ride home.

“now we can both listen to our own music with our own headphones.” he teased, hugging you as you chuckled.

penelope’s gift had you screaming. you opened the box and moved the tissue paper to see a whole lingerie set laid out. spencer’s eyes widened as derek whistled, while hotch and rossi where trying not to laugh their asses off. jj immediately placed her hands over henry’s eyes.

“how did you get my size right?!”

“i have my ways.” she winked at you.

you had one more gift to open – spencer’s gift.

“you don’t have to open mine.” spencer whispered to you. you raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“why not? i opened everyone’s.”

“it’s not as good as everyone else’s.”

“spence, it doesn’t matter how expensive a gift is. you could literally give me a fake plant and i will love it until the day that i die.” you smiled at him, causing his face to slightly heat up.

“well, prepare to be disappointed because i definitely did not get you a fake plant.” he said. you scoffed.

“come on spence, how bad could it be?” you said as you pulled out an object from the gift bag. you curiously looked at it.

is it a book?

“what is it?” you asked spencer.

“well, o-open it.” spencer shyly said.

you turn the cover to see a collage of pictures. it was a small scrapbook. you examined the pictures only to realize they were picture of you. you started blushing as you flipped through the pages and recalled where several of the pictures have been taken. you didn’t even realize spencer was taking pictures of you half of the time.

-

you were having a sleepover with the girls, drinking and crying over captain america. you heard a knock on the door.

“must be the pizza guy, i’ll get it!” you stood up. you opened the door to see spencer standing there.

“hey y/n! ready to watch the new season of doctor who?” he clenched his messenger bag in excitement as he entered your apartment, shocked to see his coworkers sitting on the couch while the tv played.

“that was tonight? oh spencer, i’m so sorry. i completely forgot.” you said, feeling guilty.

“oh, that’s fine. we can always watch doctor who another time.” he reassured.

“how about you join us spencer?” penelope chirped in.

“i don’t want to intrude on your sleepover.” spencer shook his hands in front of him.

“yeah, come join us! you’re already here, and i think you left some of your pajamas somewhere.” you raised your eyebrows at him with a pleading smile on your face.

how could he resist when you’re looking at him like that?

“fine.” he gave in as the girls cheered.

as soon as he knew it, he was listening in on the gossip as the girls did each other’s nails. you laughed as you smeared a green substance on your face.

“what’s that on your face y/n?” spencer asked, earning a few giggles from emily and jj.

“it’s a facial, spence. it’s good for your skin. you want to try it?” you asked as you held out the container towards him. he nodded. “you want me to put it on for you?” he nodded again.

spencer tried his hardest not to blush while your fingers brushed against his face. he could smell the faint scent of mint from the facial along with the lavender from your shampoo.

“okay, and we’re done. wait for half an hour and then wash it off.” you said as you both took a seat on your couch.

once you started paying attention to the movie, spencer stole glances in your direction, watching you react to the movie. he couldn’t help but pull out his phone and snapped a picture of you (thank god his phone was on silent).

he smiled to himself one more time before putting his focus back onto the movie.

-

“spencer, what are we doing here? it’s july!” you said as you two entered the costume shop.

“it’s never too early to plan your halloween costume, y/n.” he laughed as you looked at the masks that hung from the wall. he busied himself, browsing through different costumes.

should i be frankenstein? maybe i should go for steampunk this year?

“check this out spence!” your muffled voice caught his attention. he looked to see you dancing around while wearing one of the masks. 

spencer laughed at you while you continued to dance in the middle of the aisle. he took out his phone and took a photo of you, not caring that your arms turned out blurry while you were flailing your arms around.

“that was fun,” you took off the masks. “anyways, what kind of costume are you going for this year?” you asked as your ran your fingers through your hair, trying to fix it.

spencer was too busy looking at you.

“spencer?” you said with confusion. “spence?”

he slightly shook his head.

fuck, she caught me staring.

“what? oh, i don’t know yet. how about you?” he asked back.

“hmmm, i’m not sure either. i might just play it safe and be a devil or something.” you said as you tried on headbands that had plastic horns glued onto them. you looked at the section next to the devil costumes and saw a bunch of angel costumes. you took one of the halos and placed it on spencer’s head, practically jumping to get it on him. “maybe you should be an angel this year.”

“you think so? why?” he asked, suddenly feeling shy.

“well, maybe cuz you are one?” you grinned.

spencer’s heart raced for hours afterwards.

-

“happy birthday to you! happy birthday to you! happy birthday dear emily! happy birthday to you!” the whole team sang as they raised their glasses to the girl of the hour. you couldn’t help but take pictures of everyone as they downed their drinks and hugged emily.

after the team found out it was the brunette’s birthday, you all collectively decided to spend the rest of the evening renting out a room at the karaoke bar to celebrate.

“thank you guys! i fucking love all of you!” emily yelled. you could tell she was tipsy. “now someone put something on, i want to get drunk and sing until my vocal chords explode!”

“well, actually, your vocal chords-” spencer started.

“shh, not right now spence. someone give me a microphone.” emily bit back. you patted your hand on spencer’s back.

after a few rounds of singing from everyone, you decided to do a number with the rest of the girls. you were in the zone, belting out notes you never thought you could do. but with a little bit of liquid courage, you channeled your inner whitney houston as you all sang ‘i wanna dance with somebody.’

hotch was recording (as always) as rossi and derek cheered you all on.

“let’s go baby girl!”

spencer was clapping along, watching you have the time of your life. he had the biggest smile on his face as he took pictures of you singing. he knew that he had it bad for you once you started dancing. but when he didn’t see coming was when you placed your hand on his and pulled him up to his feet.

“dance with me spencer!” you giggled as you whipped your head side to side. you definitely had too much to drink.

“come on pretty boy!” derek hollered. spencer started to pick up the rhythm and moved with you and the girls. the rest of the guys soon joined in and started dancing.

at times like this, spencer is grateful that he chose not to stay in.

-

as you flipped through the rest of the pages, you felt a few tears started to form in your eyes. you skimmed through the rest of the pictures. 

some of them were pictures of you sleeping. on the jet, on the couch in your pajamas during a movie marathon, on rossi’s bed in one of the guest rooms after having one too many glasses of wine.

some of them had spencer in it. once you taught him what selfies were, he took one with you every time the team flew out of state, or even if you two were just getting coffee before work.

there were some where you weren’t even paying attention and spencer was closer to the camera and made it look like he was squeezing your small head.

and there were even a few where you had your hand close to the camera. they were pictures of you when spencer would catch you off-guard. they weren’t the best pictures, but it felt right for him to print them out.

“spence, what are you doing?” you asked as you tried to push his phone away from your face.

“i’m just taking a picture of you!” he giggled.

“why? i look ugly!” you whined.

“no you don’t!” he blurted out as you playfully shoved his phone towards him as he continued taking pictures of you.

“sometimes, i really do hate you.” you joked, ignoring the fact that he said he doesn’t think you’re ugly.

you laughed at the pictures as your heart picked up its pace. aww’s were coming from everyone, making spencer blush an even deeper pink. you got to last page of the scrapbook. instead of seeing a page full of pictures, you saw a familiar handwriting that filled the page.

is this a letter?

“what does it say?” one of your friends asked.

you looked at spencer for permission to read it out loud. he hesitantly nodded. by the looks of it, everyone already knew why he made you a scrapbook, might as well go all the way.

you took a deep breath and started reading.

for the part-time photographer, full-time badass profiler:

dear y/n,

you have been a light in everyone’s life, especially mine. you brought happiness to a team during their darkest times, and you have always been there for me during mine. 

to the girl who is always seen taking pictures of everyone around her, you deserve to be photographed. 

through your lenses, i am one of the many people that fill up your scrapbooks and walls, but through my lens, you are the most beautiful person my camera has ever captured (and even then, these pictures don’t do you justice).

you are the kindest, brightest, and most breathtaking person i’ve ever met, and i am so lucky to have fallen in love with you.

happy birthday!

love, spencer.

you didn’t even notice the small pool of tears that sat over the letter. thank god the pages were protected. even penelope, emily, and jj were crying.

“oh, spencer.” you sighed as you pulled him in for a bone-crushing hug. he immediately hugged you back, placing his face in the crook of your neck. you pulled away to look at him.

“did you like it?” he whispered as he wiped away the stray tears on your face.

you smiled at him and leaned towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck and planting a kiss on his lips. he smiled as he kissed you back. loud cheers and applauds can be heard from around the room, but the only things you can hear are yours and spencer’s beating hearts.

“my man!” derek yelled. everyone pulled out their phones to capture this sweet moment.

you both pulled away from each other, not being able to wipe the stupid smiles off your faces.

“i’m guessing you liked it.” spencer quipped, making you laugh.

“i love it. and i love you too.” you grinned. 

spencer pulled you in for another kiss, until you hear several clicks. you turned to see everyone with their phones pointed at you two. you hid your face in his neck in embarrassment, spencer laughing as he held you.

“this is definitely going in the scrapbook.” he chuckled.

[sunkissedpages]

breaking curfew [part eight] || th x reader

A/N: day idk of quarantine. time is meaningless. 

Summary: When you got the job to be a counselor at the summer camp you’d grown up attending all your life, you expected to see some familiar faces. But you certainly hadn’t counted on having to work alongside the boy who had made it his life’s mission to make your life a living hell every summer. In fact, you thought you’d never have to see Tom Holland again. But he’s is in the cabin right across from yours with campers of his own- smirk, jawline, and all. If you didn’t know any better you might’ve thought that he applied for the position just to spite you, but who were you kidding? What kind of asshole would do something like that?

Warnings: swearing, prescription drugs, alcohol mention, anxiety mention

What I listened to while writing: the breaking curfew playlist by @cinnamon-roll-peter​ + CALM by 5sos

Word Count: 2.4k

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You’ve only been x-rayed twice in your entire life- not counting regular trips to the dentist- before now. Once when you thought you broke your ankle, (but it was really just sprained) and another time when you had pneumonia. Still, neither of those times had been quite as intense as this. Maybe that was because your mom wasn’t with you like she had been before. Or maybe it was because Tom, the boy who was pretending to be your boyfriend, the one that had just undressed you minutes ago, was standing just a few feet away behind the glass. Or in all honesty, maybe it was because you were hopped up on codeine, but who could say?

The x-ray technician draped the lead apron over you and told you to hold your breath while she ran back to operate the machine. She had you lay in a few different positions and had a nurse help her move your arm gingerly each time to lessen the strain on your end. 

It was a painful process, but they moved as fast as they could so that you were back in your room within a few minutes. 

“How’re you feeling?” Tom asked as he sat back in the plastic chair by your bedside. 

“Kinda dizzy.”

“Yeah, you couldn’t walk five steps without running into a wall, I practically had to carry you back here.”

“Fuck off!”

“Glad the pain meds haven’t completely altered your personality,” he said, shaking his head. 

“I feel a little nauseous too,” you added and rolled your neck uncomfortably.

Tom sat up a little more, eyebrows raised in concern. “Are you going to throw up? Do I need to get someone?”

“It’s probably fine,” you shrugged.

“I don’t know about that...  you took those meds on an empty stomach- and that’s probably why you’re smashed to hell too.”

“It’s fiiine, Tom.” You yawned. “I just wanna nap.”

He chuckled and pulled the sheet that had been gathered around your waist up to your shoulders and laid it gently over them. 

“That seems like a good idea.”

“Okay, good night.”

“Good night, y/n.”

It felt like you blinked and you were being shaken awake again. You groaned and attempted to sit up on your elbows, cursing when you tried to put pressure on your injured arm.

“Easy, easy,” Tom said, helping you lay back down on your back. “Um, the doctor’s here, babe.”

“Babe?” you wondered aloud, still clearly disoriented as fuck. 

“Yeah, love. He’s here to tell you about your arm.”

Tom was pretending to be your boyfriend. Right. That made a lot more sense. Why else would he call you babe? 

The doctor introduced himself to you and Tom and talked briefly about what he was looking for in the x-rays as he set them up in the light display for you both to see. 

“So the bad news is that your arm is broken,” he explained, and you felt your heart sink even though you knew it was coming. “But the good news is that it’s just a minor fracture- barely visible on your radius there. It’ll only take about four to six weeks to heal in a cast, and you’ll be good as new.”

You bit your bottom lip wilted visibly. “Six weeks? The summer will be over by then!”

“It shouldn’t be an issue, unless you’re involved in a super active sport or-”

“We’re camp counselors-” Tom said abruptly, irritation at the edge of his voice.

“Oh, yes well you might run into some complications, but you should still be able to do most everything. Even with a cast.”

“Are you sure?”

“Definitely,” he nodded. “I’ll print out a couple pamphlets and some other literature for you on how to care for your arm and cast and etcetera, and you should be fine.”

“Okay, thank you.”

“I’ll also prescribe you some pain killers. Probably not as strong as the codeine they gave you earlier, but a lighter dosage for a few days before switching to extra-strength ibuprofen might help you get back into the swing of things.”

You just nodded, not really understanding any of the words he was saying. You hoped Tom absorbed more of it than you did because you were honestly checked the fuck out. 

“I’m just going to grab the plaster and gauze for your cast and I’ll be right back. What’s your favorite color?”

“Orange,” you said without a second thought.

Tom waited until the doctor was gone before giving you a confused look. “Why’d you say that?”

You gave him the same look back. “What do you mean?”

“Orange isn’t your favorite color.”

“Says who?”

“Your favorite color’s always been green.”

“H-how’d you know that?”

“You really think I don’t remember you cheating your way onto the green team at mega relay every summer?”

“I would not cheat!” you argued.

“You’re supposed to pick a headband out of the box randomly! I don’t think peeking through your fingers and conveniently grabbing a green one every single time counts as random.”

“Well you don’t have any evidence, so good luck proving that in court.”

Tom held his hands up in surrender. “Damn, who said anything about court?”

“I just like being prepared.”

“But wait, why did you get orange?”

You shook your head absentmindedly and shrugged. “Oh, I don’t know. It’s Theo’s favorite color. I thought she’d like it.” 

“That’s... really sweet.”

“Don’t sound so surprised, Holland. I can be nice sometimes.”

“Didn’t know you had it in you.” 

Before you could say anything snarky back the doctor came back in with a written prescription and everything he needed to set and wrap your arm. You tensed and looked away as he set to work on it, using an alcoholic wipe to sanitize your hand and forearm before wrapping it.  

“You can hold her other hand if you want, Tom,” the doctor said, probably thinking that would reassure you, even though in reality it made you way more anxious. 

You had reached for his hand just a few minutes ago, unprompted. But in your defense, you were very out of it. You were still out of it now, but the thought doing it again was ironically making your hands sweat. You guys didn’t really know each other... like that, and even though it was just pretend it felt weirdly intimate.You wouldn’t blame him if he stayed put where he was.

But to your surprise, Tom didn’t even hesitate before grabbing your hand and interlocking his fingers with yours. His palm was a little clammy too, which was a relief. You didn’t want to be the only one with a sweaty hand and gross him out or something, even if you were the one in agonizing pain. 

You squeezed tight as your arm was moved into position for the cast. It hurt like a bitch and for a hot second the nausea returned and you thought you might pass out. 

“So, how did you guys meet?” the doctor asked casually as he worked. “Tom, if I’m not mistaken you’re English? And y/n you’re not? How did that play out?”

“We met at work,” Tom said without missing a beat. 

You were kind of taken aback by how seriously he was taking his role. It really didn’t matter if he was actually your boyfriend or not, it’s not like he’d get kicked out if they found out he wasn’t. 

“At the summer camp?”

“Yeah, it’s really well-known for its international program. We get a lot of campers from all over.”

“Ah, that makes sense. Are you long distance during the year then?”

You and Tom traded looks with each other. Why did you have to get stuck with the chattiest orthopedic surgeon ever? Your fucking luck.

“We are, yeah.” Tom answered for you both again. “We trade off who visits who. We’ve both been in school so we don’t get to see each other very often, but I’ll take what I can get.”

“Summers must be nice then, no? You get to see each other all the time.”

He forced a chuckle. “You have no idea.”

-

The girls practically tackled you the second you got back to camp, and you were immediately bombarded with a chorus of “can I sign it? can I sign it?” from every single one of them. 

“You can all sign it!” you promised. “After you brush your teeth!”

You had never seen them so excited to get ready for bed ever. They were almost giddy about it. 

Your arm was still pretty sore, and the pills were starting to wear off, but you were glad to finally be back in your cabin. You couldn’t wait to knock the heck out and sleep for as long as possible. 

The ride back from the emergency room had been much more peaceful than the ride there. Zendaya was a little pissed you’d disappeared from the waiting room without a word, she was mostly just glad you were getting to go home and rest. You ate your fries and chicken nuggets in the car, and accidentally ended up dozing off on Tom a few times, only to be jostled awake by bumps in the road. 

And now that the day was winding down you could relax and spend some time with your campers. 

“Me first!” Theo exclaimed, racing up to you with toothpaste still in her mouth. You laughed as she scribbled her name in jagged letters across your arm, putting a smiley face in the O. “We have the same favorite color!”

You didn’t have the heart to tell her so you just laughed and nodded. “Now, go spit your toothpaste out before you choke!”

May was next. She signed her name right where your pinky was, almost as if she was trying to hide it. Amalia wrote her name in cursive just above your elbow, Grace signed her name with a heart at the end right next to Amalia’s, and Eva scrawled hers on top of your hand at the edge of your cast. 

You admired the girls’ masterpiece and showed it off to them. “What do you guys think?”

“It’s cool!” Amalia said, and the other girls added their agreements. “I’ve always wanted a cast!”

“Me too!” Grace chimed in. “Or crutches!” 

“I think it’ll definitely make me stand out,” you said as you sat on the floor and settled against one of the bunks for your girls’ daily Good Night Circle. 

“Maybe it’ll help you get a boyfriend!” Theo piped up, now wearing her big metal retainers.

“Or a girlfriend?” Evangeline pointed out very matter-of-factly.

The others were quick to jump on board. 

“Maybe one of the other counselors will see it and fall in love with you!”

“Do you want a boyfriend or a girlfriend?”

“We could help you!”

“Yeah! My dad says I’m a really good matchmaker!”

“You girls are silly!” you said, sighing in exasperation. “I think it’s time for bed.” 

There was less resistance than usual- maybe they were taking pity on you because you were broken- but there were still the typical whines and protests as you tucked them in. 

“Good night, sleep tight, don’t let the bed bugs bite!” you said in a singsong voice as turned off the lights and climbed into your own bed. 

And you finally.... laid there staring at the ceiling. For hours. Despite being completely drained in every sense of the word, you couldn’t sleep. Your mind was racing and you couldn’t get comfortable with your arm bent at a weird angle. And were you remembering everything that had happened that day wrong- or had Tom actually helped you get undressed? And then get dressed? Had he really held your hand? Twice?

You wiggled your fingers as if the movement would replicate the feeling of his hand in yours, or give you an answer of some kind, but of course there was nothing. Just that same emptiness you felt in the pit of your stomach. 

Realistically, you knew all of those things really had happened, and even if you couldn’t remember the specifics, you remembered the little things. Like the pink tint that highlighted Tom’s cheeks when he edged the straps of your swimsuit down your shoulders, or the rough calluses that had tickled your palms when you held hands with him. They reminded you that it wasn’t all some weird dream... or nightmare, rather. 

You pushed your covers off, suddenly feeling very hot. You sat upright and took a few deep breaths to steady yourself, trying to force all the thoughts from your mind. Thinking about Tom in a positive manner was one of, if not the number one way your brain could betray you. Even barely brushing the subject had you breaking out into a cold sweat. The boy was really living rent free in your mind and not in a good way. 

Everything felt wrong, and not for the first time this summer you wished you could pour yourself a drink. Maybe it wouldn’t help with any of your problems, but it sure would take the edge off. 

Even though it was futile, you flopped back on your bed in the hope that sleep would have mercy on you and finally let you rest. You shut your eyes and tried a few of the meditation methods you’d learned from YouTube to make yourself sleepy, but even then you couldn’t shake the low buzz of anxiety that nudged at the back of your mind.

Fucking Tom Holland. 

If you weren’t going to get any sleep you might as well waste time on your phone. You unlocked it, fought the urge to google ‘can you pass out if you punch yourself hard enough,’ and opened Twitter instead. You didn’t need to show up to breakfast with a black eye and a broken arm tomorrow morning. 

Your eyelids were finally starting to feel heavy and the screen on your phone was getting dimmer and dimmer as you began to drift off when sudden knocking at your window startled you out of your half-asleep state. 

The first thought you had was that someone was trying to break in, but then you remembered that you were at a summer camp and there was literally nothing valuable in the cabin so you let yourself relax a little bit. 

When you squinted a bit, you recognized the figure on the other side of the glass and flicked them off with your casted hand, even though you were fairly sure they couldn’t see you sitting there in the dark. It was confirmed when they knocked again and you had to scramble to push open the window so they wouldn’t wake your campers- at this God-forsaken hour. 

“What the fuck do you want?”

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RFA Headcanon: You didn’t start dating during their route

A/N:

This isn’t my first time writing fanfic, but this is my first time writing in this format and for Mystic Messenger. I was into it during high school, and I’ve revisted the fandom after quarantine. If you have any requests for headcanons or scenarios, my ask box is open! 

This has spoilers for all of the routes good endings, some are minor, some aren’t (except Zen’s), along with the ending. Egregiously long. Genre: Fluff, slight angst- nothing too much. 

Jaehee

You hopelessly loved her 

The second you heard her voice, you knew she would be special to you 

But she needed a friend right now. A friend to guide her as she learned her own worth- so you would be her friend 

You were her friend as you picked out cafe tile together, as she went through all of the paperwork, and as she smiled at you every time she tried out a new recipe

But you still loved her 

Your eyes would follow her as she took orders

You would help tie the knot on her apron

You would send her new recipe ideas in the middle of the night 

Everyone in the RFA knew that you loved her,,,, except her 

Zen constantly told you to confess and tried to act as your wingman. “Man Jaehee,,, MC is such an amazing partner, you’re so lucky to have her.... aren’t you?” 

“Oh of course. I love MC-” 

YES

“-She’s my best friend” 

Should’ve expected that

Maybe you should try to move on? You didn’t even know if she was into women 

There was one regular that you had to admit,,,, was really cute. She came everyday during her lunch before going to her job at a school library 

One day she came in and you noticed she was wearing more makeup than usual. Not in a bad way, but now you could see her blush and shining lip gloss

As you handed her her daily frappe, she passed you a crumbled napkin. “I really like you. If you like me too, here’s my number. If you don’t, we can forget about this.” 

Before you could respond, she was practically running out the door

Jaehee cleared her throat from behind you. “What was that?” 

“.... I think I just get hit on.” 

“What?” Jaehee stepped closer and grabbed the napkin, where the customer’s number was messily scribbled. “Are you going to message her?” 

You wished she was jealous. 

You forced a smile as you took the napkin and put it in the pocket of your apron. “I haven’t decided.” 

You were taking inventory of the ingredients at closing when she walked in with a box of coffee beans. 

“Are you done?” 

“Wait...” You added one more figure before smiling. “Now I’m done, what did you need?” 

Jaehee grabbed the clip board and put it on the rack next to you. 

“Jaehee?” 

She pressed her lips against yours 

You gasped as she pressed you into the metal shelves and tangled your hands in her hair. 

She had really soft hair 

The kiss lasted forever but only a second 

Jaehee pulled away, redness covering her whole face 

Cute... 

“I see how you look at me.... because I look at you the same way too.” She whispered, resting her head on your shoulder to avoid looking at you 

“Jaehee, I-” 

“I’ve never been with another woman before, so I wasn’t sure how to go about it. I still don’t really know how to go about it to be honest- 

“And I feel like I just reset my entire life, so now really isn’t the time for me to be starting a relationship, especially with someone as important as you.” 

“I can wait.” 

Jaehee looked up at you with her bottom lip pulled by her teeth. “You can?” 

“You’re important to me. And I don’t want you to do anything you’re not ready for yet. As long as you do feel this way, I will wait for you.” 

“Thank you.” 

You smiled at her as she slowly stepped back. “I should go finish cleaning in the front then.” She stepped out and you called her name before the door closed. 

“Yes?” 

You reached into your apron and ripped the napkin in half. 

“I won’t message her.” 

Zen 

Zen, magnificent, gorgeous, hard working, and loyal Zen, cared for you more than anyone

He called you his princess, would do his skincare routine with you when you came over, and he was the one who always responded to you in the chatroom 

But the moment you fell for him was when you went on to the messenger late at night, talking to Seven about how you couldn’t fall asleep and Zen popped in 

Zen: you can’t fall asleep? 

MC: no, i can’t. i’ve been trying to fall asleep for an hour 

Crying emoji 

Zen: Call me. 

MC: What???

Seven: Ooooohhh, what does Zenny have planned?

Zen: Call me. 

Zen left the chatroom. 

Seven: So bossy.... 

MC: I wonder what he wants 

Seven: Better call him to find out 

Seven: Oooohh I’m so excited!!! 

You rolled your eyes as you logged out before hitting Zen’s icon 

“Jagiya! I was worried you weren’t going to call” 

“Of course I was going to call. What did you need?” 

“Are you laying down right now? Ready for bed?” 

“.... yeah...” 

“I’ll read you my script as a bedtime story!” 

“Zen, you don’t have-” 

“I want to.” 

You genuinely didn’t think it was possible to not fall for Zen 

You called Zen, wanting to hear his voice, as you got off of work 

“Hi, princess!” 

“Hey. Are you busy tonight?” 

“No, I was gonna take it easy tonight. Why?” 

“Today was a rough day at work. I was wondering if I could come over? I can buy dinner~” 

“Don’t worry about dinner! I’d love to spend time with you,” 

He hugged you as soon as he opened the door 

“Guess what I got for dinner?” 

“What?” 

“I went to Richard’s Diner...” he trailed off 

“You never eat there because you say it’s not healthy for your skin!!”

“But you had a bad day at work, a cheat day for you is worth it” 

Zen let you rant as you both ate dinner

Afterwards you began drinking, and you were slowly getting more tipsy

After you finished, taking a sip of his beer, he smiled at you. “Sounds rough, babe” 

You pushed his arm with a smile. “You shouldn’t call me babe,” 

“Why not? Do you not like it?” 

You shook your head, body feeling light from the beer. “That’s not it-” 

“What is it then?” 

“It’s that I might like it too much,” You giggled as you leaned in closer, not noticing how his playful smile slowly slipped away 

“Like it too much?” 

“Maybe like you too much?” You shrugged with a lopsided smile. “Who knows?” 

“MC.” 

You raised your eyebrows at him as he leaned closer 

You could smell his cologne as he kissed you 

Your eyes were wide open as he pulled away 

Zen laughed out of relief and at your face. “I’ve been waiting for that for a while.” 

Yoosung

Yoosung had never been in a relationship before

Never even asked someone out before... 

So that’s why- even tho he could face cultists for you- his heart would go crazy when you smiled at him 

He couldn’t ask you out on a date 

But he could ask you to hang out 

He taught you LOLOL and you became his best ally for campaigns

He would buy two of the limited edition items 

One for him and one for you!!! So you would have matching characters. That’s something a boyfriend would do, right?

You were the outgoing one between the pair of you 

So you were out at a party for your best friend’s birthday, while he was playing LOLOL in his apartment 

He could tell you were drinking, and he tried not to worry when your texts stopped coming in 

But he was getting more and more frustrated with the game- his mind going back to you the whole time 

Then there was a banging against his door 

He jumped, his legs hitting the desk as he stared at the door. 

Was he really going to be killed before he got a girlfriend?

“Yoooooooosung!” 

Wait... that was your voice 

He practically ripped off his headset off of his head and ran to his door 

You smiled, and Yoosung could see a small stain of alcohol on your shirt, before throwing your arms around him

“MC... Are you okay?” 

“I missed you! Did you miss me?” 

“O-of course, I missed you.” 

You smiled up at him. “You’re so sweet, ~~~honey~~~” 

He practically melted. “Are you okay?” 

Instead of answering, you leaned up and captured his mouth in a kiss. 

He froze, eyes wide as your lips moved against his. Before he could react you pulled away with a grimace on your face. “I’m tired now.” 

“You can sleep in my room. I’ll take the couch.” He muttered

“Ahhhhhhhh, you’re such a gentleman, Yoosungie!” you yelled, not controlling your volume, “You’re so cute.” 

Yoosung’s face was painted red as he led you to his bedroom and pulled his blanket over you. “Sleep well.” 

Maybe he should ask you out...

Jumin 

The only time Jumin was the one who initiated any physical contact was when he kissed you in front of Sarah Choi 

You made sure to cherish it in the moment, knowing it wouldn’t happen again. But as soon as it was over, you created an iron cast around it and banished it to the far corner of your mind. Never to be thought of again.

Neither of you mention it the rest of the time you stay at his penthouse 

You support him, but neither of you cross that line between friendship and romance 

V is visiting for their wine night when Jumin opens the messenger and sees that you’re online 

And he gets the softest smile V has ever seen,,, and he has to butt in because this is ridiculous now 

“Jumin, may I ask you something?” 

“Of course.” 

“How would you describe your relationship with MC?” 

“She’s one of my dearest friends. MC’s very smart, kind, and understanding. In retrospect, I’m surprised she was so open to staying at my penthouse for as long as she did. She’s a really good person,” 

“Hmmm... have you ever considered the nature of your relationship?” 

“What do you mean?” 

“It’s just that I feel like you have a certain softness for her-” 

“Of course. She’s my friend-” 

“-A softness that you don’t show for me. Or your father. Or anyone that I’ve seen you with now that I think about it.” 

“What are you trying to imply?” 

“I think you have feelings for her.” 

After that, Jumin began to notice how his heartbeat changed around. How he got more excited when he was calling you than with other people. How your voice could ease the tension out of his shoulders. 

He had read a couple romance stories in his lifetime,,, was this called love? 

Well now... he had to figure out how to date you

Over the next week he dropped questions in the messenger for you 

What’s your favorite flower?

What’s your favorite food? 

Do you prefer piano or violin music? 

You weren’t sure what he was planning- just that he was planning something 

You showed up at his house in a dress (he told you it wasn’t a casual dinner), expecting a dinner party. Only to find him alone 

“Hi Jumin. What’s the occasion?” 

“I just wanted to spend time with you,”

Cue heart palpitations 

Although you were blushing from having his gaze focused on you

And the candles, and food, and classical music… it felt like it was crossing that line you inched towards but never stepped over 

“I’m sure you’ve noticed that I’ve been acting different this past week, as well as tonight.” 

“I have, I was actually worried something might be wrong,” you confessed

“Nothing’s wrong, at least I hope it isn’t wrong in your eyes as well… I have feelings for you MC,” 

What?

There was a line between you and him- one you had been told over and over again by everyone (including him) that was never to be crossed

Jumin isn’t interested in that sort of relationship

A whisper so low that even you could barely hear it. “What kind of feelings?” 

This couldn’t be happening. This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be true. You were just looking into things too muc- 

“Romantic feelings. I would even say that they border on love, but I would never say that to you without knowing your emotions.” 

He could see the chaos being projected from your thoughts into your eyes, causing him to reach across the table and grab your hand. 

He had kinda cold hands… 

“You don’t have to answer right no-,” 

“I have those feelings too,” you interrupted before looking at him, shock still evident on your face. “But please consider that-until this very moment- I never thought they would ever be reciprocated. You said you never considered a romantic relationship, and everyone reminded me of that, so this doesn’t feel completely real right now.” 

“I assure you it is real.” 

You finally smiled, and Jumin’s shoulders finally relaxed 

“Let’s just take it slow then?” 

“As slow as you need, my love.” 

Saeyoung

He had been in the apartment for a day and incessantly pushing you away 

He was dangerous. His life was complicated. He couldn’t keep you safe. 

“I can never make you happy MC.” 

You had woken up at 2 a.m. and all you could hear him still tapping away on his keyboard from his spot on the couch 

There was probably a Seven-sized dent in the cushion already

You walked over and sat next to him. His fingers stalled typing for a moment before continuing, his eyes never stopping their glare towards the screen 

“Seven... “ 

“MC, I told you I can’t-” 

“Just listen for 5 minutes okay?” you snapped. He didn’t acknowledge you, but he also didn’t snap back. So that was a win 

“I don’t know everything about what happened with the bomb and the hacker and your brother right now, but I know V knew about it-” 

His fingers finally ceased typing. 

“-I don’t know if it’s his fault, I don’t want to believe it is. But you can’t deny that he knew it. And things got worse and have spiraled to how they are now because he wanted to take responsibility for it all- all by himself. He took all of the weight of all of these secrets, and that’s why things are like this now- at least partially.” 

“Yeah… you’re right about that,” he sighed. 

“I’m not asking for a relationship. Hell, if you don’t even want a friendship that’s fine with me. But whether you like it or not, I’m a part of this now. I have been ever since I answered that first message…” Seven turned to look at you. “Please don’t make that same mistake as V. Share the burden of this with me. Share the weight. I’m not asking you to make me happy, just let me help you right now,” 

Seven reached for your hand, and that was when you noticed you had been picking at your nails. He dropped his head to the back of the couch to look at you; his face only a breath away from yours “I want this too, ya know?” 

“I know.” 

“I can’t.” 

“What about just this once?” you whispered, “We’re alone. No one has to know. And it never has to happen again.” 

Despite his mind screaming at him not to, he leaned in and kissed you. Transmitting all of the emotions he couldn’t speak to you, yet you understood it. His other hand came to cup the back of your head, pulling you as close as possible. 

Neither of you spoke of it after that night. He told you everything though, at least everything he could uncover. 

And when Saeran came back, you were the one who listened to Saeyoung when he broke down about his fears. That he would never get his brother back again. That the Prime Minister would find them. Or that his brother might be right… he might be undeserving 

Over a (VERY) long time, the brothers found their own normal. Found their own path to peace, they hadn’t reached the end yet but knew that they would. 

Saeran could now accept going to therapy, and he was making his own progress. 

And despite all of the chaos of his life, you stayed there. 

You were constant. You were his best friend. Never asking for anything more than to share his life with you- simply because he mattered to you. 

And finally… after his brother could finally get a full night’s rest, his mind traveled back to that night in Rika’s apartment

He wanted nothing more than to recreate it. 

He wasn’t sure if you still felt the same way, but he promised to be honest with you. So he had to try. 

Saeyoung convinced Saeran to go out for the night and then his plan was in motion 

He had put night light space/star stickers on the ceiling of the bunker’s living room. He made a pillow fort and had a queue of all of your favorite movies. 

Then the doorbell rang. And the last time he had been this nervous was when he was infiltrating Mint Eye. 

You smiled at him as you walked inside. “I have standard sleepover attire packed. And I brought Saeran’s favorite ice cream, since they didn’t have it last time.” 

“Saeran actually isn’t here.” 

You scrunched your eyebrows. “Why?” 

“He went out with some friends from that gardening thing he joined.” 

“Oh, I’ll put this in the fridge then,” you said, “What’s the itinerary for tonight?” 

“Standard junk food, including all of your favorites!” he said as he dragged you from the fridge to the kitchen, “And then a movie marathon! Plus my favorite attraction!” 

He pointed up, and a bright smile appeared as you stared at the neon stickers. “Our very own solar system,” you admired. 

“I’ll give you the entire galaxy if that’s what you want.”

You went to ask him when he cupped your face, leaning his face towards yours. Your hands grabbed his jacket instinctively. 

“Do you remember that night?” His eyes traveled from your lips to your eyes. 

“Our ‘once’?” He nodded. “Of course I remember.” 

“What if I don’t want it to be our ‘once’ anymore?” 

You took in a deep breath to calm down your heart. “What would you make it then?” 

“Our beginning?” he mused with a small smile. A smile he didn’t think would grow fully, but… fuck… he wanted it to grow fully. “A beginning without an end.” 

You smiled fully at him. Your tense shoulders relaxing as you shook your head. Your chest light. 

Without words, you answered by pulling him in. Finally continuing on your story with him, as the neon dollar store stars shined above you.

[longitud-de-onda]

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pairing; agent whiskey | jack daniels x female reader summary; you and jack are stuck in an apartment when the city you’re in goes into lockdown for covid-19. as the time goes by in isolation, tension can only rise. rating; t warnings; mention of sex and the results of a one-night stand, alcohol, angst, quarantine word count; 3.3k a/n; first whiskey fic! not sure how it went, but i’m happy with it. reader’s statesmen codename is agent cider

“Fuck!” Whiskey yelled from the other room and you heard the shattering sound of glass.

You didn’t want to get up but you figured you had to at this point.

“What’s wrong, Whiskey?” you say, leaning against the doorframe of your bedroom, staring out into the living space. He was pacing back and forth, which explained the sound that had been driving you insane. Glass littered the carpet near the coffee table.

“We have to fucking stay here,” he growled. He stopped to slam down his hand on the kitchen counter, causing you to jump. “Champ said the mission’s aborted. We’re stuck.”

Shit. “How long are we here for?”

“Don’t know.  At least a couple weeks, if not more.” Whiskey was getting more worked up with every word. “The damn quarantine doesn’t start for another 12 hours, we could be long gone by then, but headquarters fuckin’ wants us to stay.”

“It’s for the best, right?” you said, trying to stay calm about things. You weren’t thrilled at the prospect of living with Whiskey for an unspecified period, but you couldn’t complain. Statesman would still pay you, and for the mission you were holed up in one of their properties, a rather large and well-stocked two-bedroom apartment. You weren’t supposed to be here for more than a couple more days so you’d need to get more food, but beyond that? You were set.

“For the best? The best would be lettin’ us not get caught in a damn city-wide lockdown. We could at least take up another job in another city.” He was so worked up you were worried he would smash another glass or pull out one of the guns you knew were strapped under that jacket of his.

You wandered into the living room, stepping carefully around the broken glass to perch yourself on the couch. “Agent Whiskey, you’re a smart man. What’s the primary purpose of Statesman?”

“To protect the people of the world from terrorists and other major threats,” he said, reciting the phrase every agent knew by heart. Not because they had to, but because Champ was always saying it.

“Right. And COVID-19? It’s a major threat. The virus itself, yeah, but also the panic surrounding it. Everyone’s going insane. Plus, the quarantine helps limit the spread. Staying here is best for the public health. And another mission in another city? Whiskey, you know that the rest of the US is going to follow suit soon enough. We’ve got to accept that we’re here for the foreseeable future.”

“I don’t want to be here for the foreseeable future.” Even though you were frustrated that Whiskey was acting like a baby, he had at least stopped pacing and was now sinking onto one of the barstools against the kitchen counter.

“It’s a big apartment.” You shrugged. There wasn’t much left you could do at this point. You had to accept the situation.

.

“I can’t sit and read another damn book.”

You looked up to see Whiskey standing a few feet away from the couch where you sat, working on a project on your laptop.  He looked tired.

It had been almost 12 hours since you had lost contact with the rest of Statesman, along with all the intel work they had you doing. The distillery was shut down for health reasons, and given the high number of agents that had tested positive, they opted to shut down operations for a while, leaving you and Whiskey without anything to do to pass the time.

“You don’t have to read,” you said. “There’s a tv, a kitchen, you can do whatever you want. There’s an iPad too.”

“I don’t wanna sit around, doll. This life is much too boring.”

“It’s the life we’ve got to live, Whiskey,” you said, shutting your laptop and standing up. “And don’t call me doll.”

You walked back into your room and shut the door. Over the past couple of days, you had grown fed up with Whiskey; every couple hours he’d pop into wherever you were working and complain. He never wanted to talk with you. He never helped make meals. He didn’t want to do anything with you.

But you couldn’t necessarily blame him. Ever since that fateful drunken night a couple months ago things hadn’t been the same.

The two of you were celebrating a successful mission at the Statesman bar laughing and loudly boasting to whoever would listen. At 3am you stumbled out to the parking lot, attempting to get into your car when Jack sauntered up behind you.

“Cider, darlin’, you don’t think you’re gonna drive home in that state, are you?”

You scoffed. “I’m gonna do whateeeever I fuckin’ please, Jack, you can’t stop me.”

“I can stop you from driving home drunk.”

“What are you gonna do about it? Drive me home? ‘Cause I don’t think y’can like that.” You gestured lamely at Jack, swirling around your finger in front of his chest and then poking him.

“You’re right, darlin’, neither of us are gonna be makin’ it home tonight, but my truck’s got more space that that little sedan of yours so I’d suggest you sit pretty in my passenger seat, recline it and sleep.”

You made it into his car, but by the time he was helping you recline the seat-back you were tugging him on top of you, pressing your lips to his, and pulling him all the way into the truck. He closed the door and at the same time, dipped a hand under your shirt, working his way up to palm your breast. And the night disappeared into a drunken haze of moaning and connection and something slow and emotional that you were afraid to admit.

The next morning you woke up, pressed against Jack on the reclined seat of his truck, his breath light on your shoulder where his mustache tickled against your skin. Your neck was sore from the position and your arm hurt from the unnatural curve of the seat.

And you were both naked.

That was enough for your eyes to fly wide open. You had just drunkenly fucked your work partner of five years. Five whole years of a professional relationship. Five years of not letting his flirty nature get to you. And you ended up naked in his goddamn truck.

And Jack. He was still caught up on that high school sweetheart of his. The one he lost all those years ago. You knew Jack better than most, and ever since losing her, he hadn’t been one to fuck around. He was going to regret this, and you didn’t want to be the person that ruined things for him. Even if it was something you wanted. So you pushed his arm off from around you (thank god he was a heavy sleeper when hungover) and quietly opened the car door and slipped out into the morning sun.

Later that day you asked Champ to be reassigned partners. He looked you in the eye and asked you why and your silence told him everything.

And thankfully, he didn’t ask any more questions, just signed you off to work with Agent Brandy and for Jack to work with Agent Bourbon.

It was going smoothly until a week later you ran into Jack for the first time since that morning as you were entering the briefing room and he was leaving. The look of anger in his eyes when he saw you caused a sharp pang of guilt that you felt for the rest of the day. The following evening he approached you at the bar.

“So you requested a new partner? Was I that bad?” He was stumbling a bit. Drunk. That took a lot of work for him. A lot of alcohol. You could smell it on his breath.

“I’m sorry Whiskey, it didn’t make sense to keep going. Had to stay professional, you know?”

“Right. Professional.”  You could tell he was trying to infuse his words with venom, but the alcohol slurred every syllable. “Throwing five damn good years down the drain, and now I’m stuck with Bourbon. Real professional, Cider.”

“You know it was the right decision. Don’t lie to yourself about it,” you said, trying to convince him. But you were also trying to convince yourself.

You didn’t see him for another couple months, missions keeping the two of you busy. That is until Agent Brandy got himself into a little accident and was stuck in the hospital for a few weeks and Champ gave you little warning before Whiskey wandered into the briefing room for your next mission, looking just as surprised as you were that the two of you were being assigned as partners again.

You sank down onto your bed. You’d be lying to yourself to say that you weren’t excited to work with Whiskey again, but you had fucked up and now he didn’t want anything to do with you.

.

“I’m going out for groceries,” you called back towards the bedrooms.

“Can you even do that?”

“Yeah, one person per household can leave for essential groceries.”

“When are you going to be back?”

“I don’t know, depends on the lines,” you said.

You heard a door open and Whiskey appeared in the living room. “Can you get some stuff for lasagna?”

“I don’t know how to make lasagna, Whiskey,” you said. If you were going to be doing all the cooking, he was going to have to deal with whatever you put on the table.

“I wanted to make it,” he said.

So Whiskey was finally willing to cook. Great. To be honest, you had missed his cooking. On previous missions, if you were lying low for a while, not unlike this, he would cook all the time. The two of you were both comfortable in a kitchen, but Whiskey’s cooking was really the best food in the world.

“Okay. Ricotta cheese, parmesan, the noodles, sauce, meat, what else?”

“Garlic and onion,” he said. And he smiled. That was the first smile he had directed at you. Probably since you had hooked up.

“Right. See you later?”

“See you later,” he grinned. You turn to head out the door. “And thank you, darlin.”

You would never let Whiskey know, but you smiled to yourself on the way out.

.

Things had gotten better between you and Whiskey after he made lasagna. He started helping out with meals. You had bought a few bottles of wine at the store and a few distilled drinks. Those made Whiskey’s eyes light up. Given your shared history with alcohol and each other, you were both pretty good at limiting yourselves, but a glass or two of wine with dinner had you talking into the late evening. You found yourselves spending more time sitting together on the couch to watch movies or read. Sitting down for every meal together became a standard, rather than an afterthought.

You still didn’t say a word about what had happened between you. You couldn’t. The whole thing was soaked in shame.

Sometimes you would come out to the living room but stop before you stepped into the light when you saw Whiskey staring at the photo of his late girlfriend that he kept in his wallet. Your stomach would turn and you retreat to your room again. As much as you hoped he didn’t notice you watching, you knew he did. He was nothing if not perceptive.

.

“Can we do something?” you looked up to see Whiskey standing in the door of your room.

“Like what?” you had been reading for the past five hours and were almost done with the series you had started the week before. It was probably good that he was getting you out of the room.

“I don’t know, I’m bored.”

“So am I.”

“Yeah, but—” he started. “Never mind. I get that you don’t want to spend time with me. I can take a fucking hint, just, next time? Can you just tell me and not act all distant?”

That went a completely different direction than you had expected.

“What do you mean, Whiskey?” You stood up. “I do want to spend time with you, where the hell did you get that idea from? I just asked what you wanted to do.”

“I mean you act so damn distant. I thought things were looking up, like you actually liked me again, but you clearly don’t.” His stance became defensive, and you could see the muscles in his face soften. “I try to do things with you and you accept but you’re never really there. You’re different, Cider. It’s like I don’t even know you.”

And here you had thought you were lucking out. Like he was beginning to forgive you for sleeping with him. For leaving him.

“Whiskey, I do like you. And I don’t know what I need to say for you to understand that.”

“I think you’re gonna need to do a lot more than saying shit,” he said. “You’re gonna need to do something. But maybe you could start by explaining things. That’d make me a bit happier.”

“And you think I want to keep talking?” You said it before you realized how awful it sounded. But the next words were tumbling out before you could stop them. “When you’re taking every word I say and thing I do and twisting it? I don’t have a fucking clue what I did that gave you the impression that I didn’t like you, I’ve been nothing but damn happy to have you talking to me again the past week. So I’m not going to be doing any fucking explaining when all you’re going to do is spit my words back at me like they were said to hurt you.”

“What did you do to give me the impression you didn’t like me? Does fucking disappearing the morning after and then asking to never have to work with me again count? Because that was a pretty clear message that you hated me,” Whiskey yelled. He turned around and slammed the door behind him.

He was right even if you didn’t want to admit it.

.

You spend the next couple of days holed up in your respective bedrooms. It was almost humorous how you managed to never run into one other. You even prepared meals separately, relying on leftovers from the week when you didn’t have the energy to cook. One lunch you made a plate for Whiskey too, leaving it out covered in plastic wrap on the counter. You heard him go out to the kitchen for lunch an hour later and that night when you made dinner, the plate was still sitting on the counter, wrapped up and uneaten.

He went out for groceries. You were in the living when he came back and stood up to help him unpack.

“I don’t need your help,” he said, almost devoid of emotion.

“I don’t mind helping.”

“Well, I don’t want your help.”

You took your leave. Not before seeing a large bottle of vodka peeking out of one of the bags. After you took your dinner into your room, you heard him wandering around with the television turned on, loud. When you went out to clean your dishes, he had a glass in his hand and was staring at the screen, playing some sort of morbid news about the virus. Something you were quick to identify as pure fear-mongering.

“You shouldn’t watch that, Whiskey.”

He glanced up at you, his voice thick with the alcohol and the southern drawl only amplified. “Cider, babe. You know my name.”

“And you know mine, Whiskey.”

“You should use it,” he smiled, “It sounds so nice coming from those pretty lips.”

Your stomach clenched. It was one thing to avoid you for what you had done. It was a whole other thing to torment you like this. You liked him, that was nothing new to you, the secret you had kept for years. Hearing him flirt again, flirt while drunk and out of it? It hurt.

“Right. Well, you should still stop watching. Good night.”

.

The next morning the entire bottle was empty on the countertop and you didn’t hear a single movement coming from Whiskey’s room until 2pm.

.

Things got worse. So much worse. The isolation was really getting to you. How anyone could manage this for more than a couple days was beyond you. Anyone doing this without anyone else in their home had to be the bravest souls.

.

“I can’t do this anymore,” your voice cracked as you stared down at Jack. You had pushed open the door to his bedroom after softly knocking and not relieving any response. It had been a couple days since that night with the vodka.

Jack was sitting on his bed, laptop up in front of him, but he closed it as soon as he saw you crying at the door.

“What’s wrong, Cider?”

“I can’t keep being alone in this house.” The tears were flowing down your cheeks and every few words were punctuated by a gasp for air. “I can’t keep avoiding you. I’m sorry. I fucked up, I know. And you haven’t responded well the last few days. But I know it’s ninety percent my fault, and I know you probably can’t forgive me at this point. I honestly thought you were getting close, but then—then you weren’t, and you probably hate me. And I’m so fucking alone now.”

In the time you had taken to say those words, Jack had sprung to his feet and was standing in front of you. His hands were planted on your upper arms, a calming pressure enough to get the tears to subside for a moment.

“Look at me,” he said, “All I ever wanted was an apology and for you to come back. I never wanted for you to disappear from my life, and then not offer any explanations. You’ve been my most trusted companion for years. I could never hate you.”

“You don’t hate me?”

“Of course not, darlin,” he smiled. “I’m mad at you, sure. Have been for a while. But hate you? Never. Can you just tell me one thing?”

“Anything.” You stared up at those swirling brown eyes that had always held you with such high regard. There were tears in the corners.

“Why’d you leave?”

“What?”

“That whole day was the worst day of my life since I lost her, you know? I woke up after an amazing night and you were gone, and then I got to work and was called in and told I had a new partner. It hurt. Just as much as losing someone. Maybe even worse ‘cause they’re still right there, but don’t want to see you.”

“Jack, I—” You weren’t sure where to start. Hearing his side of things made it so much worse. “You don’t do that. The whole, sleeping around thing? That’s me. But you don’t seem to have moved on, and I didn’t want you to resent me.”

“Resent you? I thought you knew. I wouldn’t have let that happen if I didn’t want it.”

“Do you mean—”

“Cider, you’re it for me. And I thought I wasn’t it for you. I thought you regretted that night.”

You stared up at Jack in shock. He didn’t regret that night? You had run away from him when he wanted you back? If you had stayed, would you two be—You couldn’t finish that thought.

“Am I wrong?” Jack asked, and you could now see the worry crossing his features. “You didn’t regret it, did you?”

“No. I didn’t.” It felt good to say that. After all of that, for those words to be out there. For the agreement to be laid down in front of the two of you.

He pulled you into a hug.

“You’re it for me too, Jack,” you said, and pushed him back. You wanted to see his face so that you could wrap your hands around his neck and kiss him like you had wanted to for years.

.

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Batfam During Quarantine: 27 Minutes

Dick: Good morning adopted dad!

Bruce: *grunts*

Tim: Bruce is so stressed out. Yesterday I watched him stare at a page load for 1 second and he screamed his head off. He almost destroyed the computer.

Jason: I literally saw him counting grey hairs the other day. Whatever it is it must be Tim’s fault.

Tim: Don’t you blame this on me....

Dick: *speaks over Tim* Okay so anyway, here’s the challenge, *speaks a bit lower* first person to make Bruce smile gets to drive the Batmobile on their next patrol.

Cassandra: Awesome, how do we decide who.......

Jason: *walks over to Bruce*

Cassandra: Never mind.

Jason: Hey Bruuuuuce.

Bruce: *glares at Jason while slurping coffee*

Jason: Want some breakfast? *turns on stove* How about some eggs!

Bruce: What do you want?

Jason: Nothing! Just to see my *pauses a bit* old man smile.

Bruce: I will shank you.

Jason: Loving this new color on you? You should be pissed off all the time.

Bruce: Go away.

Jason: Okay......d.....d...da...

Alfred: Don’t burst a blood vessel Jason.

Jason: No, I can do this. Da......d.a....dad *sighs and puts his hand on the stove* AHHH, FUCKER!

Bruce: Jason, are you okay!

Jason: GET AWAY FROM ME, I CAN DO THIS BY MYSELF BRUCE! *quickly runs to the bathroom to run cold water over his hand*

Duke: Well that was entertaining!

Cassandra: *lays head on Bruce’s shoulder and hugs him*

Bruce: *hugs Cassandra back but no smile*

Damian: Father, I brought you a gift. *pulls out a picture of the entire batfamily together*

Bruce: *Bruce smiles* Thanks Damian, that’s really thoughtful of you.

Damian: *turns towards everyone and points* YES SUCK IT LOSERS!

Daily Briefing

Dick: Okay, so we have reached a low point of criminal activity for Gotham City which is a good thing.

Cassandra: A bit funny how it took a pandemic to make Gotham a bit peaceful.

Dick: Exactly my point. Now, with that said, we will still be doing patrols starting at 11. Tim, this is your week on sanitation duty. Throughout the day we will train a bit harder than normal. There will be scheduled times and you will each have partners. Try to train no less than two and a half hours a day. Training should include sparing, cardio, strength, and tumbling. Try to spar with someone new every week.

Dick: Also Jason, you remember when you said you wish you could fall like me.

Jason: I was being sarcastic.

Dick: I will finally be teaching you how to do pommel horse 1 hour a week like you asked.

Jason: I will kill you.

Duke: Being honest, I’d like to try high bar and floor. I feel it will be very beneficial for me in the long run.

Dick: Awesome! You got it. Now everyone has until tomorrow to pick their partner, I know my partner will be Jason. 

Jason: Fuck you.

Dick: Also, last thing before I make the training schedules and routines, I need to address something. There are quite a lot of people in Gotham City still refusing to wear mask. During the day lets try to hand out mask with our own designs on them to everyone who we come across during the day. I already ordered them and they should be here by Saturday, so that is something we will be doing starting next week. 

*alarm sounds off in the batcave*

Alfred: It would seem there is a fire at Wayne Tower on the thirty-second floor.

Dick: Alright, Duke, Jason, and I will go to check it out. Everyone else do what you would normally do.

Tim and Bruce

Tim: Hey Bruce, I brought you some coffee!

Bruce: How many cups have you had?

Tim: Three large cups.

Bruce: After......

Tim: *mumbles* The five cups I had with breakfast.

Bruce: There we go.

Tim: Okay so what are we doing?

Bruce: Someone is trying to hack into my server. If they do so they will have unlimited knowledge of the companies upcoming projects, along with the identities of our persona’s.

Tim: How long do we have?

Bruce: 27 minutes. Try to locate the hackers location.

Nightwing, Red Hood, and The Signal

They all rushed to the thirtieth floor to help out and find that the firemen are ready to head to the floor. The three heroes turned on their oxygen tanks and they charged in with the firefighters. Half of the entire floor was covered in flames. They noticed a conference room with a few people inside and Jason rushed to the door, pulling out his guns. He shot the door several times before kicking it down and escorting the people out. After that there wasn’t much left for them to do so they went back down. 

Fire Officer: Nightbird, that is the dumbest thing I have ever seen anyone do.

Jason: *laughs*

Dick: Thanks.

Fire Officer: Lets get you all checked.

Jason: The mask stay on though.

Alfred and Julia

Alfred: What are we watching

Julia: Well, I thought that with both of us being former spies, I thought we could watch an American film franchise called Mission Impossible.

Alfred: And tear it apart by it’s inaccuracies!

Julia: Yes!

Alfred: Sounds wonderful!

Nightwing, Red Hood, and The Signal

Time- 19:37

Medic: They seem fine, no way of telling for sure though without their mask off.

Duke: So we’re good to go, awesome!

Fire Officer: The fire upstairs has been put out.

Dick: Good.

Tim: Dick, are you still at Wayne Tower?

Dick: Yes, what’s up?

Tim: We’re dealing with a hacker trying to get into the server at Wayne Inc. The hacker is inside the building. We have 16 minutes and 55 seconds......

Dick: Say no more! We’re on it!

Fire Officer: There’s been another fire across town. Lets move out!

Dick: Duke, investigate the fire upstairs. If I’m not mistaken, it should be arson.

Duke: Got it.

Dick: Jason, stay here there is a hacker inside the building, You have 16 minutes to find the person or else Batman is doomed.

Jason: I guess I’ll look. 

Dick: GO! NOW!

Jason: Got it Nightbird!

Nightwing

Dick follows the fire fighters down to the floor and tells the guard to let no one in or out of the building. He rides his motor cycle, tailing the fire trucks to the scene of the next fire. He runs into the apartment complex, turning the oxygen tank on. He notices the first floor is clear so he rushes up the stairs to notice the flames stretched out across it. He dives through them and hears pounding on one of the doors. He sees the other residents and grabs two children, takes out his grappling hook, and shoots it towards the ceiling. He leads them down and has them run out of the building. He gets back up to the scond floor and takes the parents and lets them run out as well. When he saw them leave, he jumped back up to the second floor and ran into the door 3 times before finally breaking it down. The flames were now getting closer. He get back up and saw Barbara giving him a hand up.

Barbara: Need some help?

The Signal

Duke: What do you smell?

Fire Marshall: Alcohol.

Duke: Exactly.

Fire Marshall: So.... why did you ask?

Duke: Just wanted to check. Red Hood, Red Robin, Nightwing. Our hunch was right. We have an arsonist inside the building. Some witnesses have said they saw a maintenance worker carrying bottles of vodka in his cart. If I had to assume, both fires are a distraction from finding the hacker meaning there is an accomplice to whoever is in the building.

Jason: Good, now I’m pretty sure I speak for Nightbird when I say this, start helping me search for this bastard.

Duke: On it.

Tim and Bruce

Time- 10:17

Harper: I came as fast as I could.

Bruce: Good, set up your computer.

Harper: Why isn’t Alfred helping?

Bruce: Shut up and get to work.

Harper and Bruce try to fight off the hacker as well as they could. 

Harper: Awesome!

Bruce: Not good enough though.

Tim: What’s up?

Harper: We bought ourselves a few extra minutes.

Tim: Nice.

Time- 13:38

Nightwing and Batgirl

Dick: Damn, you’re a sight for sore eyes!

Barbara: Come on! We have one more floor!

The two rush to get the last residents out of the building. The flames were starting to be extinguished by the fire fighters outside of the building. Parts of the ceiling began to collapse as they made it to the top floor. Grabbing the residents they set them down on the floor and rushed to the exit, only to find it blocked by parts of the ceiling.

Dick: Stand back! Batgirl, help me clear the exit.

The two move the rubble out of the way and the residents flee the building. Both ask the authorities if they needed help, but were turned down. When the fire was put out, both walked in, and under the heavy smell of smoke, was also the scent of alcohol.

Red Hood and The Signal

Time- 8:47

Jason was on the twentieth floor, searching, when he got the announcement.

Tim: THE HACKER IS ON THE FORTY-FOURTH FLOOR!!!

Jason: Signal, where are you?

Duke: Fortieth!

Jason: I’ll see you on the forty-four! 

Jason rushed up the stairway and ran up to the forty-fourth floor to see Duke there taking on three men. Jason then pulled out his pistols and shot all three with non-lethal rounds. 

Duke: Had to take away my fun, didn’t you?

Jason: Yes! 

Tim: Did you guys get them?

Duke: All hostiles are taken down.

Tim: Awesome!

Alfred, Julia, Stephanie, Cassandra, and Selina

Alfred: Why would he choose the safe house. If this were reality Ethan would have already been arrested.

Stephanie: Alfred, we love you to death, but your ruining an amazing movie.

Julia: The movie ruined itself by it’s inaccuracies. Plus this is our bonding time, you guys weren’t even invited!

Selina: Yeah, but you guys took the only copy and once we saw you watching it, we just really wanted to watch it, too.

Harper: Oh, cool! Mind if I join?

Alfred: *sighs* The more the merrier.

Nightwing and Batgirl

Dick: Alright, our guy lives in apartment 22 on 1807 Zics Street. Let’s head there now and see if we can find him.

Barbara: Lets head there. Want to get something to eat after?

Dick: Definitely.

Dick and Barbara get on their motorcycles and drove to the apartment where they found the arsonist. They tied him to a lamppost and Barbara informed the GCPD the location of the arsonist.

 Dick: So, how has your dad been doing?

Barbara: Not too bad. He’s been a bit under pressure but he’s doing fine. How is it being a dad at the mansion?

Dick: Ohhh god. I had the thought once and decided to leave that duty to Alfred. 

Barbara: *Barbara laughs*

Dick: I help him a bit. It’s been so difficult acting like a grown up. I had to seriously step in when Alfred called Jason “Master Todd”

Barbara: Please explain further?

Dick: Well, because Jason is, well, Jason, he lost his shit because he’s “not a snooty ass rich motherfucker, Alfred!”

Barbara: Damn, I could so see that.

Dick: Yeah, and it doesn’t help that Bruce totally lost the ability to interact with other people. The other day Damian was acting up and Bruce picked him up and shouted “WHERE’S THE OFF BUTTON!”

Barbara: *laughs harder*

Dick: *laughs himself* You should have been there, it was funnier in person.

The two stare at the sky for a bit as they watch the sun set. Barbara leans her head on Dick’s shoulder and they both relax. 

Dick: I love you Babs.

Barbara: I love you too, Dick.

Dick

They both left the rooftop they were sitting on at around 8:30. Dick had missed Barbara so much and was glad to have been able to see her. He didn’t care he broke one of Bruce’s rules. It wasn’t like Bruce was going to remember anything from the first week anyway. He got into the batcave and began creating workouts for everyone. He then went to the bathroom and took a shower in the batcave, and then went upstairs. He walked into the media room to see Alfred and Julia spending time as a family.

Dick: Aw, isn’t this sweet!

Julia: Get the fuck out Dick!

Dick: Damn, okay.

Dick then walked into the kitchen to see everyone in there.

Tim: Someone took long getting back to the mansion.

Stephanie: What happened.

Dick: I met up with Babs.

Everyone: WHAT!!!!

Damian: No fair. If I knew I could have been with Jon this entire time I would have!

Selina: You’re not able to Damian, and you knew you weren’t suppose to interact with anyone outside of the mansion.

Dick: Chill. Everything is fine. We’re more likely to get sick on patrol then by hanging out with each other. What’s up with Alfred and Julia?

Jason: They got tired of everyone ruining their family bonding time so they kicked us out.

Dick: That makes sense.

There was a knock at the door, so Dick goes to open it.

Dick: Helloooo...............

Helena: Hey Dick, you look great!

Dick slams the door shut and covers the door.

Jason: *shoves Dick to the side and opens the door* Hey, Helena! It is so awesome to see you! What are you doing here?

Helena: I’m here to stay and help. Where should I put my bags?

Jason: You could put them in Dick’s room for right now! You remember where that is, right?

Helena: Yep!

Dick: coolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcool coolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcool. *starts falling to the floor*

[ahs-source]

Happy Friday! Welcome to this week’s Fanfiction Friday! Thank you to those who submitted these fantastic works for this week’s Fanfiction Friday. Let’s celebrate these wonderful works that you can all read while in quarantine! Please stay safe!

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Soon after moving into your new apartment, you realize that something isn't quite right. It's constantly cold, you always feel like someone is watching you, and things start moving around on their own.

Turns out, one of the past tenants summoned a demon and then trapped him here, and now he's upset with you invading his territory. Uh-oh.

Demon AU

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A single heart beats in the outpost.

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Her eyes blinking again, vision clear. She could see, hear, smell … but not touch. Couldn’t move a finger, couldn’t wriggle her toes, couldn’t open her mouth to gasp when time passed.

He met her gaze, and his eyes widened. Only just discovering an intimacy. He smiled some more. This time, it reached his eyes, although they wept with tears, copying her own.

The Devil Incarnate (Completed) by jeromevaleska​​​​​ (AO3) Relationships: Michael Langdon x Female Reader | Tags: POV Second Person, Eventual Smut, Banter, Slow Burn, Family Drama, Lots of plot, Reader-Insert, Explicit Language, Slow Build, Sexual Tension, it starts off when miriam brings michael into her home, there will be smut ya'll already know, Reader-Interactive, Eventual Sex, there's some tension between you and michael, you don't trust him at all, Porn With Plot, i'll add tags as the story goes on, Love/Hate, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Dysfunctional Relationships, Explicit Sexual Content, Developing Relationship | Completed (23/23 Chapters) | 142022 words

You're Miriam Mead's daughter, and you two have a complicated relationship to say the least. You think she's more than a little bonkers with her religious beliefs, and no matter how much she has tried to make you follow the same dark path, it's in vain. But when Miriam welcomes Michael into your home, you start to question everything and you just might become a believer.

the love that discovered the sin (Completed) by @lvngdvns​​​​​ (Tumblr) Relationships: Michael Langdon x Female Reader x Timothy Howard | Warnings: Fingering, oral sex (fem. receiving), threesome, rough sex, double penetration, anallingus, anal sex, vaginal sex, degradation, choking, cum eating, religion kink, biblical allusions/perversion of scripture, all things blasphemous and unholy. Literally just sacrilegious PWP. (+ crack ship pairing) | Completed (1/1 Chapters) | 4.4k words

“Bless me father,” she breathes into Timothy’s ear as she crawls astride his lap, slipping a finger underneath the rim of his collar and pulling it free in a single, effortless motion, “for I have sinned.”

Untitled pt. 2 (pt.1 here) by @writerforprompt​​ (Tumblr) Relationships: Kai Anderson x Female Reader | Warnings: Oral Sex, Manipulation, Mention of Drug Use, Vaginal Sex, Dark Themes, Pregnancy | Completed (1/1 Chapters) | 2350 words 

You were kneeling in between Kai’s legs, head tilted towards the sky, arching your throat into his grip. You brought your chest forward to make sure it was directly within his line of sight. Based upon the number of hungry glances he shot down your plunging neckline, you’d say it was.

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[emmy-writes-sometimes]

Living Room Graduation

You’re due to graduate from college, but due to COVID, it was cancelled. Chris, your neighbor, and his brother try to give you a graduation anyway.

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           You were gutted, to say the least, about your graduation being cancelled. Actually, your entire final semester was cancelled, your parents were stuck with your grandparents in Maine, and you had a huge old house to yourself and you couldn’t even have anyone quarantine with you. So you were at your worst, skipping Google Hangouts classes to re-watch the same TV shows you’d seen four times to binge all of the Lord of the Rings movies (you don’t even like them really, they’re just on Netflix), to sleep for fourteen hours a day, and only leave the house for curbside pickup or your weekly Starbucks run. You were completely and utterly done with life at that point.

           It was around seven when you realized the trash collector was supposed to come in half an hour, so you sprung out of bed, threw on some shorts, and tried to make it. You probably looked like a mess, and it only slightly comforted you when you saw your neighbor, Chris, walking his own trash out in a sweatshirt and sweatpants. He was a sweet guy. He was an actor, he was in some of your favorite movies, and he had the sweetest dog who would sometimes come to your front yard and roll around. His brother, Scott, had been quarantining with him. At least they weren’t alone.

           “You forgot too?” Chris asked across the driveway. You were probably six or seven feet apart.

           “Yeah, my parents usually do this,” you responded. “But they’re stuck in Maine, so I’m here.”

           “Oh, no! Hey, aren’t you supposed to be finishing college? Boston U, right? Is it pre something?”

           “Pre-law,” you responded. You put the trash can down and crossed your arms in the cold, still talking to him. “I’m deferring law school for a year to try and get an internship and pay some of my loans off. I guess you’re not working right now, either?”

           “Nope. I got a series coming out on Apple, but nothing’s filming right now, so Scott and I are just kind of sitting ducks,” he answered. “I gotta go take the dog out for a walk, but you should come over at some point as long as you don’t have coronavirus. We’re good company. And we’d be glad to have you.” You smiled.

           “Thank you,” you said with a smile on your face. “Yeah, it’s freezing, I’m going back inside to put some pants on.” He laughed as you turned and walked across the driveway, bare-footed, until you reached your front door and slipped inside.

           From that March evening, you were a regular at the Evans house. You came over for breakfast, lunch, even dinner sometimes. You and Scott would sit on the couch, Dodger between you, and watch TV for most of the day until you had to tune into class, when you’d run home. As it started warming up, you started using their pool. You missed your family, but Chris and Scott were quickly becoming some of your favorite people. Chris even networked you with one of his lawyers who was helping him with a political website he was coming out with, earning you a remote internship for the summer.

           May came and your spirits were low, despite the fact that you had Chris and Scott all but living with you. You hated the fact that you couldn’t even protest for your classes to be graded so your GPA remained at a 3.89 and wouldn’t round up. You hated that your parents still weren’t home because they were taking care of your grandparents still. You hated being in that big farmhouse, all alone, even though your friends were next door. You hated the fact that you couldn’t do any school traditions or even remotely celebrate your graduation. But you tried to keep yourself occupied, like watching all of the Marvel movies with Scott just to annoy the shit out of Chris.

           “Oh, come on! I don’t look that bad!” Chris defended as you were watching the first Captain America. He was making lunch for the three of you (because you and Scott only wanted to postmates in and Chris insisted on making food), so he was in the kitchen just behind where you and Scott were laughing and commenting.

           “Dude, no one looks good in polyester stars and stripes! Just admit it!” You said to him. He groaned and jokingly shoved you into the couch. “I’m sorry. You just make it so easy to make fun of you.”

           “I could say the same. You weren’t fooling anyone when you put that sweater on while you were tanning outside.” That was right – you had put a sweater on over your bikini the day before when you were at their pool, trying to cover up the fact that you were attending class and tanning at the same time.

           “Oh, that’s different!” You said, walking into the kitchen just to punch him in the side. You’d seen how he worked out and that was definitely the most vulnerable part of him.

           “Hey!”

           “Guys, no roughhousing!” Scott called, not even bothering to look behind you. Your phone chimed, signaling that you had class in ten minutes, and you sighed.

           “Go on and use the office,” Chris said to you, “and I’ll have lunch after.”

           “Thank you,” you replied, grabbing your laptop and running up the stairs to Chris’s office area. He always kept it the cleanest room in the house, but it was filled with pictures of him and his co-stars, pictures of him and his family. Your favorite was a framed picture of Dodger right in front of his computer.

           You logged into class and the Google Hangouts noise started playing loudly. Chris looked up at the ceiling before walking over to Scott, knowing that you were getting ready for class and wouldn’t be back down. He sat down next to his brother and pet the dog who was always at his side.

           “Okay, since her graduation got cancelled, I wanna do something,” Chris said to Scott. “She deserves it. And her parents aren’t even here to see her graduate.”

           “Well, what do you want to do?” Chris sighed, taking his phone from his pocket, and looked up your college’s website. Then he saw the COVID information page, which had plans for graduation on it.

           “It looks like they’re doing a virtual graduation with all of their names and pictures and everything. So maybe we could screen it here, give her a nice brunch and some alcohol, make her feel not so anti-climactic,” he suggested, handing Scott the phone. The graduation was going to be on YouTube, so it was easy to pull up on the TV. And they could lure you over under the guise of something else and surprise you with it.

           “Alright, then, how do you wanna do this? We have to make some excuse to keep her out until that time.”

           “Just… You go with her on a Starbucks run or something after class today. Find a way to make sure it’s the one across town. That’ll give me enough of a chance to make some food and put some stuff up and go over to her house and steal her cap and gown.”

           “Christopher, you are a mastermind,” Scott said. “Remind me never to piss you off while we’re in quarantine. You have time, money, and motive.” Chris chuckled and went back to making lunch, bringing the meat out to the grill while you were still in class.

           Over the next few days, you didn’t suspect anything. You went along with everything, as usual, and Chris was even alone with you as you walked Dodger. He managed to keep it a secret, even though he wanted to burst and tell you that you shouldn’t be sad on your graduation. The week leading up to it, he forced you to use the office space almost every day. He gave you food and coffee, he made you take breaks for your sanity, and he made you get nine hours of sleep every night. Finally, the day before graduation, you burst into the door.

           “Guys!” You said loudly, holding a printed piece of paper. “I contested to get my classes graded instead of pass fail and they did it! I have a 3.9 now!”

           “That’s amazing!” Chris said, walking over to give you a hug.

           “What? That’s awesome!” Scott got up off the couch and hugged you too. Even Dodger looked excited.

           “So now I can actually say I have a 3.9.”

           “Let me see it!” Chris took the paper from your hands, looking at all of your grades. Despite all of the meltdowns and classes you skipped, you managed an A in every single one of them. “I’m so proud of you!” He said, hugging you again.

           “I’m going to go call my parents,” you said.

           “Oh, by the way,” Chris said, grabbing you before you could make it out the door. “Come over tomorrow at 8:30. No questions asked, alright? And wear something cute?” You gave him a look before turning around and leaving.

           “Dude, you basically spoiled it!” Scott said, elbowing his brother.

           “What happened to no roughhousing?” Chris asked. He ran away before Scott could do anything. He had some work to do, if only for you.

           The next morning you showed up at their door at exactly 8:30, carrying a six pack and hoping that whatever they had planned would allow you to get drunk. You’d finally passed out after watching Baccalaureate and the awards ceremonies all by yourself. Your best friend was the valedictorian, too, and you called her to cry about it. But you were up bright and earlier than usual when Scott opened the door and shuffled you in. Red and white was everywhere – they’d pulled out some Christmas decorations that were red garlands, Chris had literally put glitter confetti all over a table, and there was a cookie cake on the table with your name on it.

           You teared up as soon as you saw the cookie cake. You could smell breakfast, too. He’d made you an entire meal, bigger than the usual kind. Both of the boys were wearing red, too, and you beamed. They’d planned you an entire graduation party in their living room because you couldn’t go to yours.

           “What?” You asked. They both just laughed and embraced you in an Evans sandwich.

           “I stole your cap and gown too,” Chris said, “you should really lock your doors when you’re over here for class.” You laughed.

           “Thank you, so much, guys.”

           “It’s the least we can do. We’re proud of you. Come on and get some food and alcohol and we can cry through the ceremony together.” You laughed again and started making the rounds in the kitchen, grabbing a little bit of everything except for some extra bacon, and you let Chris pour you a massive glass full of alcohol for yourself. He brought out your gap and gown and your cords and stoles and made you put them on. The ceremony started at 9, so you weren’t too pressed for time. But you sat down between the two of them, Dodger right on top of you, and watched as your name eventually came on screen. Both boys cheered and nudged you, clinking all of your glasses together.

           “I’m so proud of you,” Chris said, “really.” You leaned into his shoulder and then Scott’s, just grateful that you had them.

           “I’m really glad we took the trash out at the same time,” you said with a sniffle.

           “Oh, don’t cry! Come on, we have alcohol!” Scott said. That just made you laugh.

           “Come on, kid,” Chris said as he messed up your hair. “Let’s get some cake.”

A/N: I’m sorry this is so short but I hope you like it! Congrats to anyone in the Class of 2020!

[oztrekk]

Quarantine in Australia: Staying in the hotel

Hi again, everyone! My name is Radka and I’m in my second year at the University of Melbourne Dental School. I was fortunate enough to receive a travel exemption to travel back to Australia in order to complete my degree (you can read more about my experience flying back to Australia during COVID here!).

Once I found out that I had to complete a 14-day mandatory quarantine, I began scouring the internet for anything to help me prepare for my upcoming mission. Unfortunately, the material I found on the web was scarce and often depicted a rather negative experience.

Now, if it is of any consolation to you, I would like to let you know that quarantine is in fact not as bad as you may read about it being and I actually had a very pleasant experience. If you are going to be quarantining or if you are just a little curious then please keep reading!

My Hotel Room After arriving in Sydney, I was taken to the Sydney Harbour Marriott Hotel. My room was just your regular clean hotel room, complete with a queen bed, a desk, a sofa, a clean bathroom, and a fantastic view (I got really lucky with the view!). There was also a kettle to use for your coffee, tea, or soups, and a mini fridge to store extra food or water. There was also a hotel laundry service; however, that came with a fee of $35.

Tip: Pack lots of extra comfy clothes so you don’t have to worry about doing laundry. Or, if you would like to hand wash your clothes, consider packing a small amount of laundry detergent.

The hotel staff also brought by fresh towels and extra toiletries halfway through quarantine, so don’t fret because you in fact do not need to ration your toilet paper or clean towels! Of course, regular guest hotel services were available 24/7 with just a quick phone call to reception, so don’t be afraid to request whatever you may need. I ran out of toothpaste on day 3 of my stay and when I requested some from the guest services, they delivered a few tubes to my door.

The Food Before you check into your hotel room, the hotel staff will give you a form as ask you to identify any dietary restrictions, preferences, or allergies.

Breakfast was scheduled to arrive between 7  and 9 a.m., but it consistently arrived around 7:30 a.m. at my room.

Tip: Set an alarm to get out of bed to collect your breakfast around 7 a.m. so you don’t miss it!

Breakfast usually consisted of a bag of cereal (cornflakes, Kellogg’s All-Bran, Sultana Bran), a carton of milk, yogurt, and a cold fruit juice. Sometimes we would also have bagels with cream cheese and smoked salmon or some banana bread. All very delicious and very filling versions of breakfast!

Lunch would arrive around noon. This was by far my favourite meal of the day during quarantine. Lunch usually consisted of a colourful salad with some sort of protein (smoked salmon, chicken, beef), bread with butter, and a fruit. Since the breakfasts were very filling, I was never hungry for lunch… but I ate anyway. The odd time we had warm lunches, such as pad Thai, rice and chicken, or a delicious meat pie with mashed green peas.

Dinners were delicious as well, but not quite as good as the lunches, in my opinion. I had lamb with potatoes and baked carrots, steak with veggies and mashed potatoes, chicken parmigiana, and lots of different meals with fish and pasta! Dinner was served anywhere from 7  to 9 p.m., but most of my dinners arrived consistently around 7 p.m. Our dinners always included bread and butter, some sort of fruit, dessert, and a big, cold bottle of water.

Unfortunately, I did not enjoy most of the desserts. Sometimes we were given lemon tarts and apple tarts and those were my absolute favourite! Other times we were given small cakes and I did not enjoy those as much.

Tip: Bring lots of pre-packaged snacks because you might get bored or you might not like the snacks delivered with meals.

On my very last day of quarantine, the staff delivered a generous slice of red velvet cake to congratulate me on completing my 14-day quarantine. I thought that this was a very kind gesture and was a great way to end off my quarantine! (Unfortunately, my friends quarantining over at the Four Seasons did not get a farewell cake.)

Overall, I was pleasantly surprised with how healthy and nutritious the meals were; however, I recommend packing some vitamin D supplements because the one thing your body will be deficient in during quarantine is sunlight access!

When I was craving something different, there were plenty of food delivery services available. My go-to is always Uber Eats, and thankfully my favourite treat (“Poke Bowls” from Poked) was near the hotel, so I ordered them a few times. I also gave the in-room dining menu a try and ordered a pizza. The hotel’s in-room dining prices have been reduced 30% for the quarantining guests to enjoy, so hopefully your hotel will offer you some sweet discounts as well!

The Drinks I was worried about how much water I would be provided, but thankfully I received plenty of water. I was given one bottle of cold water with every dinner. However, I recommend keeping the water bottles and refilling them with water and storing them in your fridge (this way you will always have cold, refreshing water available).

The hotel room was equipped with a kettle, a mini fridge, and the drawers were stalked up with lots of instant coffee and tea. The instant coffee did get a little boring after a few days, but thankfully a flat white was just one phone call away to Guest Services. It was $5 for a small coffee from the hotel but as soon as you order it they bring it up to your room with the receipt 🙂

If alcohol is something you would fancy, (Quarantininis, anyone?) the in-room dining menu served alcohol until 9 p.m. There were also alcohol delivery options available through third-party restaurants.

Staying busy This is very important because I am sure we can all agree that 14 days is a looong time! Thankfully, time flew by because I made sure to bring all my favourite hobbies with me. I love knitting so I made sure to pack lots of yarn for my quarantine. I also really enjoy sketching and so I would sketch on my iPad. I am a sucker for Australian reality TV too, so I binged watched the latest Married At First Sight (PS: lots of drama) and other fun shows on the 9now website.

Tip: Pack an HDMI cable to watch your favourite things on the hotel TV. You can only watch so many shows on Netflix sideways in bed!

I also spent half my day talking to loved ones back home on FaceTime and having daily workout sessions with my friend group back in Canada! Speaking of exercising, try to move around as much as possible. It’s so easy to spend the whole day sitting down, but I set alarms on my phone to remind me to get moving in any way possible.

Tip: When you are on the phone with your family and friends or listening to podcasts, try pacing up and down the room rather than sitting in a chair.

And don’t worry if you don’t have any hobbies or you cannot physically bring your hobbies with you during quarantine. You can use this time to learn something new!

COVID-19 Testing The hotel nurses will knock on your door on Day 3 and Day 10 to conduct mandatory COVID tests. At the end of my stay a doctor and an officer knocked on my door to provide me with a certificate that stated that I had tested negative for COVID-19. You will need to keep these documents with you because the hotel staff will ask to see them on the day of your check-out. The doctor also provided me with a bracelet that said “COVID19 NSW SATURDAY.” I assumed this was so hotel and airport staff would know that I had completed my quarantine.

The nurses will also call you daily to check up on your physical health and your mental health status. The nurses are very friendly and want to help you, so don’t hesitate to talk to them and tell them how you’re feeling. If you become sick or require medical help at any point during your quarantine stay, there are doctors and nurses available 24/7 to provide you with medical assistance.

Final Thoughts Overall, my quarantine experience was pleasant (believe it or not). I love to relax and I really value my “me time,” so I approached quarantine as an opportunity to enjoy lots of relaxation.

With all that being said, I encourage you to sit back, relax, and try your best to enjoy your two weeks with a cleared schedule, no alarms, no appointments, and no daily obligations. Embrace your time off my friends and really, really try to make the most of it! Your quarantine experience may be a story you will be telling for the rest of your life, so why not make it a pleasant one to tell your great grandchildren!

Take care everyone and thanks for your time! 🙂

Sincerely, Radka

[stenbrozier]

Addict (Teen!Richie Tozier x Reader)

Warnings: drug use/abuse (cigarettes, alcohol, weed), mentions of dead parents + drug overdoses, mentions of rape (not in detail), religious themes (Christianity), angst, violent outbursts, swearing, cute and caring Richie Tozier

Aged up to 17 !!!

Based off the song Using by Sorority Noise

A/N: I needed to write this because I’ve been grappling with nicotine withdrawal and writing is the one way that I can really release this energy. I’m sorry if this offends anyone in anyway. I just really needed an outlet, especially while I’m stuck at home during this quarantine. This is my longest one yet, so I hope you guys enjoy it.

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The moment (Y/N) took a puff of Beverly’s cigarette for the first time, she was hooked. It was nice to have something to hold onto, something to fall back on when everything felt like it was going to shit. After her first cigarette, she asked Bev to get her smokes whenever she was getting herself some because (Y/N) didn’t have the balls to flirt with that creep like Beverly did. She couldn’t just waltz up to Mr. Keene and say that she was getting them for her parents because she didn’t have any parents to get them for. She lived with her aunt and uncle, and everyone knew that they were the most Christian, drug repelling household in all of Derry. They would berate her friends if they walked into the house smelling even faintly of alcohol, weed, or cigarettes, especially if it was Richie. Richie smoked weed all the time but always had to change before he went to pick up (Y/N); however, that didn’t stop him from having a natural drug scent. They had been best friends the majority of their lives, ever since she had moved in next door when they were 7. Her aunt and uncle loved him, loved the way he handled her and helped her through life if she needed it, but they despised the fact that he did drugs. What they didn’t know, was that she did them with him.

Richie would sneak into her room, usually at 1am, and would drag her out of bed to go on walks with him. These walks consisted of smoking cigs or weed, occasionally getting drunk off of a bottle of wine. Richie introduced her to alcohol, and it was something else she started to rely on. Richie noticed how bad she was getting after that. She would go to parties just for the sake of getting drunk, and Richie started to worry every time she got too drunk. Something else that was worrying him was how quickly she finished a pack of cigarettes. Bev would get her a pack, and she’d finish it within a day or two. (Y/N) was a chain smoker; it was very hard to catch her without a cigarette in her mouth. The only time she didn’t smoke was when she was within a 100 feet of her house or inside it, but once she couldn’t see it anymore when they were walking to school or to hang out with the losers, she would light up cigarette after cigarette. Richie tried multiple times to talk to her about it, but she just shrugged it off, saying that it wasn’t as big of a problem as he said it was.

“I don’t smoke all that often,” she would say defensively. “Fucking, come on, Rich. You smoke, too.” She rolled her eyes at him whenever he brought it up. He did his best to talk to Bev, but she would just shrug her shoulders.

“I only buy her one pack a week,” Bev said, crossing her arms over her chest. “It’s not my fault she smokes it so fast.”

“You need to stop buying her cigarettes,” Richie whispered back, seeing that (Y/N) was walking towards them. “She’s getting bad, and she’s going to keep abusing it unless you stop supplying.” Beverly sighed, smiling at her best friend as she stopped in front of them, wrapping her in a hug. (Y/N) handed Bev a $10 as she pulled away, asking her to get her the “usual.” Richie knocked into Bev’s shoulder, her glaring at him as he went around to (Y/N). He wrapped my around her waist and she smiled up at him. They’d always been touchy; it wasn’t something that bothered them. They were both touch starved growing up, and they needed that person that would give them that physical attention. It just so happened that they had found each other.

“Don’t...don’t you think you should try smoking weed a bit more,” Bev asked, trying to persuade (Y/N) away from the nicotine. “It’s better for your lungs, anyways. I-I mean not completely, but at least it’s not all nicotine and chemicals and shit.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes, pushing away from Richie because she knew he was behind her questioning.

“I’m fine,” (Y/N) said, kicking her feet along the pavement. “I’m already a few years in anyway. I might as well keep smoking. Besides, you smoke, too. Don’t be a hypocrite, Bevvy.” She shrugged her shoulders, pulling her backpack straps up higher. “Hey! Did you guys hear about Greta’s party tonight? I think I’m gonna go.” Richie gulped, moving swiftly towards the girl and wrapping her in his arms again.

“I’ll-I’ll go with you,” he mumbled, rubbing his hand down her arm. She shrugged looking over at Bev. Bev shook her head and held her hand out.

“Ben wanted to have a movie night,” she answered simply. “Maybe Eds and Stanley will go with you guys.”

“No,” (Y/N) shook her head, “Bill and Mike might though.” She thumped Richie’s head with her pointer finger, a few of his curls shaking from the impact. “We should invite them to the quarry.” Richie shook his head rapidly, which caused Bev to raise her eyebrows.

“Why can’t they come to the quarry,” she asked suggestively as she stuffed the $10 bill into her back pocket. Richie stammered, looking at (Y/N) for help.

“It’s kind of our thing,” (Y/N) said. She freed herself from Richie’s death hold, booping his nose when he frowned. “We go and get high most days. Sometimes we just talk. It’s our time. It’s personal.” She looked over at Richie, who was staring at her with a small smile. “I’m sorry I even suggested it.” She whispered the apology to him, and he nodded, looking over at Bev.

“We’ll see you at the usual time Monday night,” he asked, throwing up finger guns. The Losers usually met at the clubhouse on Mondays and Thursdays. They didn’t have a lot of classes together anymore, so that was their time to catch up and just talk. She nodded back at them, shooting back finger guns, laughing as she ran off to meet Ben at the bike rack. Richie unwrapped his arm from (Y/N)‘s shoulder, reaching his bent elbow out to her with a dramatic bow. She laughed, wrapping her hands in the crook of his elbow and they walked off the quarry.

“Are you sure you want to come to the party with me tonight,” the girl asked. Richie shrugged, looking down at her as they crossed over the rickety Kissing Bridge, ducking under a few trees to get out to the sandy, faux beach that was the quarry. They sat down on the big rock wall, and (Y/N) sighed in content when the sun hit her face. Richie laughed at her, taking his backpack off and sitting down next to her. “You never answered my question.” Richie furrowed his eyebrows at her as he turned his head to look at her.

“What question?” He knew exactly what question; he was just trying to avoid it. In all honesty, he hated going to parties with (Y/N). She always got wasted and left him by himself, and yeah, he liked to drink, but not by himself and not while babysitting his best friend.

“Do you have a problem accompanying me to Greta’s later?” Richie looked over at her, sighing before moving to lay on his side and prop himself on his elbow to look down at her.

“I hate going to parties,” Richie said calmly. “Especially with you, and it’s not because I don’t like you anymore or anything. It’s just...” he thought for a moment, “I’m tired of you walking off and getting wasted and I have to clean you up.” (Y/N) scoffed at him, sitting up as she scooted off the rock. “Don’t get upset. I have the right to hate when you get drunk!” (Y/N) sniffled, tears threatening to fall.

“You know parties are the only time I can let loose,” she responded, her voice getting caught in her throat. “I get wasted because it’s fun, Rich. I never asked you to be my babysitter.” Richie stood up, throwing his arms up in the air.

“You get wasted every single weekend,” he yelled, causing her to flinch slightly. She could tell he was getting pissed off, and she hated when he got angry. He became a bitch, and it wasn’t something that she wanted to see. She made him mad once when they were 14 and he didn’t speak to her for weeks; this was all over her missing one of their quarry meetings because she promised Bev she’d help her dye her hair. “I have to babysit you cause no one else will! No one cares enough, not even you! You’re always getting drunk and it pisses me off. I hate seeing you risk yourself to cirrhosis because of how much you drink!”

“Richie, I’m in perfectly good health!” (Y/N) grabbed her backpack, slinging it over her shoulder. “How much I smoke and how wasted I get doesn’t fucking concern you.”

“Yes, it does,” he said angrily, jabbing his finger at her. “It concerns me because you’re all I have. You’re the only person that I know will be there forever and you...you’re killing yourself! At this rate, you’re gonna get lung or liver cancer before you’re 35! Hell, maybe fucking both!” She tried to walk away, but he grabbed her arm. “I’m not done. I love you, (Y/N), okay? I-I’ve loved you forever and-“ (Y/N) ripped her arm away from him, looking him up and down with tears streaming down her face.

“If you loved me, you’d let me do what I want to do ,” she spat at him. She could feel the tears streaming down her face, soaking her shirt collar. Actually, it wasn’t her shirt at all. It was one of Richie’s shirts that she’d stolen and cropped, but it didn’t matter anymore. She thought about it for a second, looking down at the band that was on it: The Cure. She sighed, looking back up Richie who was grabbing his backpack, too. “I’m going to ask Bill to come with me, instead. Show up if you want, but don’t try confessing your love for me unless you’ll let me be me.”

“Darling, come on,” Richie said, the high pitched nature of his voice scaring him. “Don’t do this. If you don’t love me, just say it.” (Y/N) turned away from him, taking in a deep breath.

“I never said I didn’t love you back,” she whispered. “Just don’t tell me what to do and then think I’m gonna kiss you and throw away every other thing I love to make you happy.” She started walking up the steep hill that separated the quarry from the street. “I’ll see you Monday.” Richie watched as she walked away, and he followed her. He tried to catch up with her but she ran off, too fast for him to catch. He sighed, banging his fist on the splintering wood of the Kissing Bridge.

“Fuck,” he screamed as he started punching the shit out of the bridge, splintering his knuckles and making them bleed.

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(Y/N) got to her house, slamming the door shut and marching over the phone. She had all of the Losers’ numbers memorized, so she quickly dialed Bill. Mrs. Denbrough picked up, and they had a conversation about school as she waited for her son to come down and grab the phone. Mrs. Denbrough said a quick farewell as Bill slipped onto the phone.

“H-hey,” he said and (Y/N) could practically hear the smile in his voice. The two didn’t hang out all too often anymore; they were honestly the most distant out of the group, but that didn’t stop them from loving one another unconditionally. “Do you n-need something?” (Y/N) laughed, rolling her eyes.

“Wanna go to Greta’s with me,” she asked as she twirled the phone cord. “Richie’s being a dick and he’s decided that he doesn’t like getting wasted with me anymore.” She heard Bill sigh and let out a small chuckle.

“W-what time does it st-start? I have b-baseball practice in the m-mor-morning.” (Y/N) sighed, scuffing her shoes against the wooden floor of her uncle’s house as she thought. She shrugged as if he could see her.

“I don’t know. 8ish? But I can always ask Eddie,” she said, taking on a reassuring tone. She hated taking Eds to parties but loved it all the same. It was very difficult to get him to let loose, but when he did, he was the life of the party. “Actually, don’t worry about it. You focus on baseball. Love you, Billy.”

“L-love you, too, (Y/N).” The line went dead and (Y/N) started to dial in Eddie’s phone number. She was prepared for Sonia, since she barely let Eddie touch the phone, and was pleasantly surprised when she heard Eddie’s voice saying a soft greeting.

“Eds! You’ve got to come to Greta’s with me,” (Y/N) yelled. “Pretty please?” She did a pouty lip, more to allow Eddie to hear the desperation in her voice. She heard him sigh, and the sigh felt as if it was in remorse.

“I-I’d love to, but...why can’t you just go with Richie? Trouble in paradise,” he asked mockingly. “Listen, I’ll come by and we’ll talk, and if after we talk you still want to get wasted, we’ll go.” (Y/N) scoffed.

“There is no paradise to have trouble in,” she said defensively. “Besides, the conversation will all be done in vain, Kaspbrak. I always want to get wasted.” Eddie laughed on the other side of the phone, shaking his head.

“Fine. I’ll be over in like 45 minutes so you can get ready for the party with company.” Eddie regretted telling her that the moment he did. He didn’t want (Y/N) to drink anymore, but he wanted her to be happy. Maybe he could convince her to drink a little less tonight and not blackout like she normally did.

“Okay, Eds,” she replied sweetly. “Door will be unlocked, so just walk in. I’ll probably be in my room.” He made a noise in response and then the line went dead. (Y/N) sighed, walking up to her room. She looked out her window and noticed Richie’s blinds were close, so she closed hers as well.

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“Richard, you have to watch what you punch,” Maggie said to him sternly, taking the set of tweezers back to his knuckles to pull out the last few splinters. “I know you were upset, but you don’t have to punch things. Don’t worry, she’ll come around.” Richie scoffed and rolled his eyes, his mother lightly bopping his head to the side when he did. “Go wash off your hand and we’ll bandage it.” She ushered him to stand up, pushing him lightly over to the kitchen sink as she went to the bathroom done the hall for bandages. He sighed, taking the hand soap and putting it on his left hand, rubbing the soapy water over his blood covered right hand. The soap made him cringe, it stinging his cuts a bit. He finished washing it, taking a paper towel and dabbing them to dry them off. Maggie came back with the bandages, going over the him and wrapping them around his knuckles. She secured the antiseptic wrap, giving him a soft kiss on the hand.

“I think I’m going to go to a party tonight,” Richie said softly. “(Y/N)’s mad at me and I-I don’t want her to get too drunk.” Maggie nodded, waving for him to follow her in the living room. They say on the cough and Richie tucked his legs underneath him, feeling his mom’s head on his shoulder.

“Just don’t do anything stupid,” she said, sitting up and kissing his temple. “I’m going to go get things for dinner. Do you need anything?” Richie shrugged.

“More Gatorade?” Richie drank Gatorades all the time. They were packed with sugar and sodium; however, they miraculously calmed him down and made him sit still for once. He looked up at his mom with a small smile on his face, and she pinched his cheeks. She nodded, grabbing her jacket and purse from the coat hanger. She checked her purse for her keys, and she opened the door, ready to leave. “The blue ones!”

“I know, honey,” she replied softly. “I love you.” She walked out the door before Richie had the chance to say it back, but he would’ve been cut off my the phone ringing anyway.

“Hello,” he said, expecting (Y/N) on the line.

“Hey, Rich.” He sighed, disappointed. It was Eddie. “What happened between you and (Y/N)?” He furrowed his brows. She asked Eds to go with him? Damn, she really didn’t want him there.

“She’s pissed I don’t support her chain smoking and excessive alcohol consumption,” Richie replied flatly. “Did she ask you to go with her?” He could practically hear Eddie, nodding a soft sniffle coming from his end.

“Yeah, I’m leaving in a few minutes to help her get ready for the party. You should show up, let her know you still care.” Richie tapped his fingers against the phone, no doubt causing a hollow sound to go through to Eddie’s side.

“I was going to,” Richie said sarcastically. “I also, might’ve, sorta confessed my feelings to her as she was screaming at me to “not control her”, so I need to make up for that.”

“Jesus, fuck, Rich,” Eddie mumbled on the other end. “We’ll talk more tonight. I’ve gotta get to your girlfriend’s house. See you later.”

“She’s not-“ The line went dead before Richie finished. He sighed. “-my girlfriend.” He hung the phone up, marching up to his room to see that there was little light coming in. He shrugged, thinking his mom must’ve dusted the blinds. He opened up his curtain, bringing the blinds up to see that (Y/N)’s were closed. Richie rubbed his hand across his face. They always left their blinds open, no matter how mad they were at one another. She must’ve been pissed.

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Eddie walked into (Y/N)’s house, and he marched up the stairs. He saw that her door was slightly ajar and she was laying out outfits on her bed. He walked in, her hand waving him over.

“Light blue dress with my white Converses or black jeans and one of Richie’s cropped shirts with Docs?” She looked up at him to see him biting his lip, tilting his head to the side to closely examine the outfits. He noticed a blue mark on the white cropped shirt and he pointed it out.

“Is that marker or paint? Get a different shirt you’re not wearing one with a stain on it.” Eddie walked to the closet when she did, looking at all the shirts she had. He noticed a faded olive green top with bell sleeves and he took it down from the rack. “I think this one with the jeans and the white Converses.” He shoved it at her. (Y/N) looked at it, nodding before taking off her shirt and throwing it into her hamper. She slipped the shirt on, going back out into her room to put on the jeans. Once she slipped on the jeans, Eddie looked at her with his head tilted side ways.

“Why are you looking at me like that,” she said, furrowing her eyebrows and frantically looking at her self in her body length mirror.

“Tuck in the front, fix your hair, put on some mascara and lip gloss,” he said bluntly. Eddie ended it with smile and (Y/N) went over and ruffled his hair.

“Thanks for being blunt, love,” she sighed. She dramatically rolled her head around on your neck and sat down at the bench in front of her vanity. “Love my quintessential gay best friend.” She laughed and Eddie rolled his eyes.

“I’m not gay, you bitch,” Eddie said, sitting down on her bed. “But I am pretty sure that you should try to make things better with Richie again. I called him earlier and he was a little bit of a mess. He sounded like he was in pain, I don’t know why.” (Y/N) sighed, finishing up her mascara before she turned around to look at Eddie.

“He closed his blinds, Eds,” (Y/N) shrieked. When Eddie just looked at her weird she sighed. “It means he’s pissed. We never close blinds without talking about it first.” Eddie snickered and (Y/N) shot him a death glare.

“Love birds,” he said, making it sound like a song. (Y/N) rolled her eyes, turning back to her mirror to tussle her hair and make it lay flatter on her shoulders. After a few seconds of changing its position, she sighed and walked over to her desk to grab a hair tie. As she put her hair into a bun, Eddie started talking to her again. “He’s not pissed at you. He’s pissed at what you do. There’s a difference.” (Y/N) scoffed.

“I can do what I want Eds and he just needs to realize it.” She pulled some baby hairs out of the front of her bun, watching as they framed her face and blew from the slight breeze her fan was giving her. “We should eat before. You wanna go to the pizza shop in town for dinner?” Eddie shrugged and thought before shaking his head ‘no.’

“Let’s go to the diner,” Eddie said. “We can at least get healthier food there to combat all the alcohol you’re going to drink tonight.” (Y/N) slipped on her shoes and threw the bird up at Eddie, causing him to laugh. “And don’t forget your lip gloss.” She shoved him out the door, grabbing her purse and shutting her bedroom door behind them.

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After the diner, they walked over the Greta’s and all (Y/N) had in mind was beer. She wondered if Greta had gotten the good kind this time, the craft beer that came from a local brewery in Bangor, or if she got the shitty beer from the grocery store in town. (Y/N) also thought about Richie. He confessed his love to her, which was horrifying enough. She always tried to push her feelings of him away because she knew that they’d got unrequited, but she was quite wrong. He told her he was in love with her, and it made her regret walking away from him. But she wanted to get drunk and he didn’t understand that. Eddie talked her through it at dinner and revealed Richie was going to apologize at the party, or so that’s why it seemed like he was going to do when Eddie called him earlier.

“He isn’t mad at you, babe,” Eddie had said. “He’s mad at himself for letting your alcohol and drug issues get this bad.” (Y/N) didn’t think they were bad. Sure, she smoked too much and got high too often, but she didn’t get drunk more than once or twice a month, tops. She shook her head, looking down at the streets, which were now illuminated with the orange glow of the street lights.

“I’ll be okay,” (Y/N) said slightly above a whisper. She said it more to her self than Eddie, but she looked up to see his eyebrows raised and a major side eye. (Y/N) grabbed his hand, dragging him down the street, causing him to fumble with his fanny pack to make sure the zipper was closed so that nothing would fall out. When they got to the Keene household, there were a few cars already parked out front and they could hear music coming from inside. (Y/N) jumped up and down slightly with a little squeal and Eddie rolled his eyes, smiling slightly at his best friend. They walked into the house and Greta greeted them, pursing her lips together and turning around when she saw who it was. Greta liked (Y/N), but she knew that with (Y/N) came Eddie, the Trashmouth, and the rest of their nerdy friends. They didn’t ruin the parties, though. In fact, their drunk asses made them more fun, so it was whatever. (Y/N) made a b-line towards the kitchen, smiling when she saw vodka and whiskey as an option, too. She grabbed a cup, pouring and taking three shots of vodka while Eddie watched awkwardly from the side, tapping his fingers on the granite counter.

“You drinking already,” said a deep voice from behind them. (Y/N) turned around to see Ryan, a kid who was in her science class. He was the second best baseball player on the high school’s team, trailing behind Bill who already had 7 scholarships as a junior. Ryan had 4 and was extremely popular. (Y/N) smirked a little, shrugging her shoulders as she looked at Eddie and raised her eyebrows a few times. She grabbed a beer from the cooler, the good kind, and opened it with the ring in her finger.

“It’s a party, what else am I supposed to do,” she replied with a hint of over sweetness in her voice. Eddie noticed and smiled dramatically at Ryan before dragging the girl away from him and out into the backyard, where people were smoking weed and jumping into the pool. “Eds!” (Y/N) whined as she looked back into the house through the big windows, seeing Ryan grabbing a red SOLO cup and pouring whiskey into it.

“We should wait for Richie somewhere by ourselves,” Eddie replied, dragging her over to a bench swing that Greta had in her backyard. “We’ll just sit here and wait.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes, standing up and going back to the house. Eddie quickly got up, tripping as the bench swung back and made him slip on the grass. When he caught up to her, she was talking with Ryan in the living room. The party had gotten exceptionally more crowded in such a short amount of time, and he stood on his tiptoes to look over the crowd and at the front door for Richie. When his eyes met the closed door, he sighed and walked over to the kitchen, grabbing himself a SOLO cup. He looked at the drinks, ultimately deciding he’d make something (Y/N/N) taught him: a Cape Cod. He poured about three shots of vodka into the cup and then topped it off with cranberry juice. Eddie took a sip of it, grimacing when he tasted how strong the vodka was. As he poured more cranberry juice in, he heard heavy footsteps coming into the kitchen.

“‘Sup Eds,” Richie said softly, clapping his hand on his shoulder. “Why’s (Y/N/N) not with you?” Eddie took another sip of his drink and pointed out towards the living room, seeing the jock she was with heads over everyone else. Richie followed Eddie’s eyes and cursed under his breath. “I-I’m gonna go talk to her.” Richie shoved through the crowd, making his way towards the two. He appeared behind Ryan, causing your too furrow your eyebrows as Ryan yelled over the music about college or drugs or something. You tapped Ryan’s shoulder and pointed to the kitchen, silently letting him know you were “getting another drink.” You looked at Richie disdainfully and sighed when you heard his footsteps following you. Eddie smiled at you, glad to see you were okay.

“What the fuck, Rich,” you yelled, stomping your foot on the ground. “I thought I told you to leave me be.” He reached out to grab your arm, but you yanked it away, taking a long swing of your beer and finishing it off. You abandoned it on the counter, walking around Eds to get a SOLO cup.

“What happened to the one you had literally half an hour ago?” Eddie asked, scoffing as you shrugged at opened the green apple flavored Smirnoff that caught your eye. Richie took it right out of your hand, capping it and holding it above your head.

“No more.” He grabbed your hand, sticking the bottle back on the counter behind you as he dragged you out of the kitchen.

“Richie I’ve barely had anything,” you whined, stumbling over your feet as you got pulled into the hallway that lead to the front door. Eddie followed close behind, taking tiny sips of his drink as he helped Richie push you out of the house. “What the fuck! You guys are no fun.” You crossed your arms, allowing Richie to shove you into the passenger’s seat of his beat up Buick Regal. Eddie hopped in the back. When Richie got into the driver’s seat, you smacked his arm out of rage, tears welling up in your eyes. He started the car and pulled off the street, taking a few turns to get to Eddie’s house.

“If you need help with her, call me,” Eddie said quietly to Richie before reaching around front and giving (Y/N) a kiss on the forehead. “I love you, (Y/N/N).” You sighed in response, squishing yourself into a ball and moving closer to the window. He quickly got out of the car, closing the door and running up to his house. Richie drove up into the intersection, making a left and heading towards where Mike lived, to the farmland.

“Home’s right, dumbass,” you spat softly, rolling your eyes as he kept straight ahead. You looked down at his hands on the wheels, and through the dim streetlights, you could see that his hands were extremely white and wrapped in bandages. Usually, they had a pinkish tone to them, but all traces of that were gone. The bandages were stained a little with blood, so you figured he punched the shit out of some wall. He was mad. Richie was angrier than you had ever seen him, and you hadn’t even looked at his face yet. Tears stung your eyes when you saw the familiar dip in the trees that lead down into the quarry. He parked his car right at the top of the hill, getting out without a word. You got out, too, following him down into the quarry. When you got there, you saw him sit down on the rock and put his head in his hands. You came and sat next to him, folding in on yourself by wrapping your hands around your knees which were pulled up to your chest.

“I told you I didn’t want you to go to that party,” Richie whispered. He ran his hands up into his hair, the curls falling over his forehead when he violently slammed his hands down on his lap. He looked over at you, a scowl on his face and tears in his eyes. “That guy was going to get you drunk and fuck you. He was going to fuck you, and you were going to let him.”

“Richie, I would’ve said no,” you said defensively. “One, my standards aren’t that low, and two, I wouldn’t want him to touch me while I was sob-“ Richie scoffed, shaking his head.

“You were on your way to being wasted as soon as I got there, darling.” He stood up, kicking the small rocks that lines the big boulders. “He was going to rape you. I could see it.” You looked down at your hands without answering, feeling tears well up in your eyes. “You can’t ever go to party without me again. I have to protect you.” You started crying, sobs racking your body as you wiped your eyes in your sleeves.

“Says the one who told me he didn’t care what I did not even 6 hours ago,” you yelled, pointing at him as tears continued to fall down your face. “You’re a piece of shit! Ya know that, Richie? You want to help people, but then you just trample over everything they love, including people.” Richie furrowed his eyebrows, confused at the end of her statement.

“People? I’ve never purposely hurt someone in my whole li-“ (Y/N) pointed to his knuckles.

“What did you do?” (Y/N) asked, sniffling as she tried to calm herself down. “You punched the shit out of something, I can tell that much. I just don’t want you hurt.” Richie sighed, sitting down next to the girl who looked so small compared to the rocks and big trees behind her that were faintly highlighted by the moonlight.

“Now you understand,” Richie responded calmly. “I don’t want you hurt. Drinking hurts you. Smoking hurts you.”

“You know why I do it,” (Y/N) interrupted. “It makes me forget, drinking especially. I hate thinking of them so much. They’ve been gone for years, but I can’t stop thinking about them. So, I try to destroy my mind enough to forget for a little while.” Richie hesitantly put an arm around her, and when she melted into him, he pulled her closer and kissed the top of her head.

“I don’t understand that,” Richie answered. “But I can tell you that drinking and smoking is just going to get you closer to where they were. They were so addicted they died, babe. Died.” He shoved his face into your hair, sniffling as he held you super tight for a few seconds while he paused. When he pulled away, he brought one of his hands up to your cheek. “I-I can’t have you dying on me.” You looked up at Richie, tears falling down his face as he stared into your eyes. You leant up closer to him, bringing his face down to yours and kissing him on the lips. He was taken by surprise and pulled away immediately, a confused expression on his face.

“A-are you okay,” you questioned. “I shouldn’t have kissed you, I’m sorry. You just...earlier you told me that you loved me and I love you too and I thought I’d kiss you because-because this is a meaningful moment and-“ Richie planted his lips back into yours, causing you to melt into him. After a few seconds, he pulled away and rubbed his thumb over your cheekbone as he smiled at you.

“I love you too much to lose you,” he said softly. “I-I don’t care you smoke or drink...just-just don’t get excessive, okay? That’s my worst fear, honestly, you becoming an alcoholic or dying of lung cancer.” You snickered a little, Richie look at you in confusion.

“I’ll take it easier, ya goof.” You wrapped your arms around his torso and you stuffed your face in his neck. “Whenever I go to a party, I’ll make sure you protect me from all of the big, scary guys.” Richie laughed at that, and he ended up having to pull away to catch his breath.

“I’ll do my best, princess,” he said back, his laughing fit still leaving his body. “I will definitely do my best.”

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Loki x Reader - Quarantine p2

sillier and lighthearted

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'Alright,' Steve announced at the gathered group, 'if we're going to be quarantined, we're going to have to have a chore list.' There was a smattering of groans and protests and Steve held up his hands. 'Nope, the staff is gone, the robots can only do so much, and we're not living like slobs.'

'I don't see why we can't just care for ourselves.' Loki responded, leaning back in his chair with his boots on the table, fingers laced behind his head.

'An excellent point, but this is Tony's tower and we need to keep it in a decent condition for when the workers come back and they don't have a massive mess to make up from what we left. Besides, we can put this on my podcast and it'll be good for other people living with roommates who need to make a chore list while they're in isolation. It'll be good for comradery.' Steve beamed then narrowed his eyes at Loki, 'And keep your shoes off the table.'

Loki rolled his eyes and set his feet on the floor.

Thor snickered.

'Steve...' Bucky began slowly, 'Don't you think you're going a little overboard on this?'

'Thor, you're on vacuum duty this week.' Steve pointed to his list.

Thor protested, 'I don't even know how to run a vacuum!'

'You're going to learn. Bucky you're cooking. Loki you're on laundry.' Loki raised his eyebrow and rolled his eyes but didn't protest. Steve looked at you, 'You're dusting. I'm cleaning electronics, Nat you're washing dishes and, where's Clint?'

Everyone looked around, Nat muttered, 'I swear he had just been next to me.'

'Oh no, he is not getting out of chores, not if I have to vacuum.' Thor boomed, standing up angrily.

Harsh coughing came from the corner of the room. Everyone whipped their heads around in horror, eyes wide as they looked in fright. Slumped against the wall, swaying where he stood and wheezing was Clint.

'Get the hand sanitizer.' You whispered in horror.

Natasha stepped back, 'Clint...'

Loki grabbed your arm and dragged you behind him, stepping protectively between you and Clint.

Clint coughed again, 'Guys, I don't feel good.' His voice was raspy and weak as he looked at every, eyes watery and nose running. He pulled out a tissue from his pocket and wiped at his nose.

'We're on quarantine, how did you get sick?' Steve cried.

Nat looked at Steve, 'You're what, 90 years old?'

Bucky tackled Steve away from Clint, 'I don't trust your immune system.'

'I'm a super soldier Bucky, my serum is better than yours!' Steve groaned, 'Get off me.'

Loki was a wall between you and everyone else and you felt a blush creep up your cheeks as his back pressed against you, warding them away from you.

'I'm a god.' Thor announced, stepping closer to Clint.

Clint swayed where he stood, looking like he was going to fall over. He reached out for the wall to brace himself.

'Don't touch the wall, you'll get your germy hands on it.' Natasha snapped.

Clint coughed in response and glared at her, touching the wall anyways.

'Someone get an alcohol wipe.' Steve ordered.

'What happened to staying calm?' You called from behind Loki.

'This was before the hawk got sick.' Loki snapped, glancing behind himself and back at you.

'If he's six feet away, not coughing on us or spreading fluids, we're fine, and are you even sure it's the virus, we're in isolation, how did he get it?' You asked.

Loki squinted at you. 'We need to get you out of this room and into further quarantine, it's no longer safe in this tower.'

You felt the flush on your cheeks deepen. 'Loki, we can't leave the tower.'

'We will go to another floor on the tower.' Loki insisted.

'Guys, can I just get some medicine and lie down.' Clint swayed, leaning against the wall. 'I think I have a fever.'

'He has the sickness.' Bucky hissed, pulling Steve back.

'Throw him from the tower?' Thor asked.

'Not to his death! Just get the disinfectant and start cleaning.' Steve cried.

'You boys need to calm down, we'll get a SHIELD test and make sure it's not just the flu or something.' Nat grumbled, grabbing the disinfectant wipes and lifting her arm to her mouth before slowly approaching Clint.

'Hey Tasha.' Clint slowly slid down the wall.

'What did you do? Have you left the tower?' She asked, wiping the wall he had touched before kneeling down near him.

Thor ran over and grabbed her, dragging her away, 'Natasha! You are a mortal, you are most vulnerable of all of us.'

'Thor!' Natasha snarled.

Thor pinned her arms and pulled her away, she didn't struggle very hard, conceding his point. The others nodded, realizing Thor was right. Steve grabbed the cleaning supplies and came over to Clint, continuing where Nat had left off.

Clint blinked, barely holding his head up, 'No, I haven't left the tower. I just have been in my room like always.'

Steve nodded, finishing wiping off the wall and setting the wipes in a plastic bag, 'Uh-huh... anywhere else?'

'And the vents, like I always do.'

Nat rolled her eyes before glancing back at Thor and raising her eyebrows where he abruptly set her down.

Loki was slowly ushering you from the room, pressing himself as close as he dared against you, urging you to make your way towards the door and away from the sick Clint. It took you far longer than you cared to admit to catch one to what he was doing. Loki would slowly move towards you and trying to maintain personal space you would move away from him some. Carefully the two of you would continue this dance until you found yourself a few paces from the door.

Glancing towards the ceiling in exacerbation you crossed your arms and hissed under your breath, 'Loki.'

Loki glanced back at you innocently.

You shook your head stiffly.

'Alright, everything Clint has touched has been disinfected.' Steve announced. 'Bucky is going to assist him to the med level and we're going to call SHIELD about how to test for possible causes of his symptoms.'

'Why not call Bruce?' Natasha asked, 'SHIELD is probably booked solid and Bruce is quarantined too.'

Steve opened and closed his mouth, 'We'll call Bruce.'

'But first we should clear out this room and everyone should go to separate floors and far away from the infected one.' Loki said, 'Yes?'

'Yes, that is a good idea Loki.' Steve smiled, 'We should isolate ourselves further, each floor can act as an independent apartment after all and we don't have to spend anymore time with each other than necessary, especially if it turns out Clint is sick and we're susceptible to getting this.'

'Having someone with us wouldn't be a bad idea, we wouldn't want to go mad from isolation.' Loki added.

Thor nodded sagely, 'Yes you would know, given your time in prison.'

Loki smiled thinly, eyes flashing coolly at Thor. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, and said your name, 'she will be my partner.'

'Huh?' You looked up at him.

'What?' Thor asked.

'you are fine with this yes? You are more susceptible to this than the others, other than the spies, it is best that you are accompanied by a god.'

'But Loki, what about me?'

Loki waved his hand dismissively, 'you can fend for yourself just fine I imagine.'

Thor blinked, looking between you and Loki.

'Now we are spending more time in the room with the sick spy than is necessary and I fear these germs are accumulating. Soldier, get him to the sick floor that he may recover sooner. I will protect this mortal. Thor, perhaps you should protect the other healthy mortal?'

'Loki, would it kill you to use our names?' Natasha asked.

Loki looked at her. 'Fine. Natasha. Thor, perhaps you should look after Natasha.'

Thor sighed, 'But she always partners with the Hawk.'

Steve looked at the Asgardians, 'It might actually be worthwhile to separate Natasha and Clint. I can watch over Natasha and Thor you and Bucky can take care of Clint since he's sick and will take more care.'

Thor wrinkled his nose.

'It's either that or vacuuming, Thor.'

'Very well, I will be on sick duty.'

'It is settled.' Loki grabbed your hand and pulled you from the room, slamming the door behind you. He turned and pushed you against a wall, grabbing your shoulders and stared into your eyes. 'You are not getting sick on my watch.' Scooping you up bridal style, he carried you past the elevators, to the staircase and down to the floor where his personal room and floor was set up for him to be alone privately. Tony had planned for him to live alone on a floor and not share with anyone since he figured no one would like the prince and now it worked to Loki's advantage.

'Why didn't you take the elevator?' You asked, too dumbfounded for words, the whole way down.

'Too small, too many germs gathered in there.'

You closed your eyes, at a loss for words. 'Loki...' You finally came up with.

Loki looked at you with a closely furrowed brow, finally setting you down and pacing nervously. 'What is wrong with … Clint?'

'I don't know, probably nothing, it's allergy season. He might even just have a flu.' You sighed, pulling Loki close to you and hugging him. You felt him stiffen at first before slowly relaxing and then stiffen once more.

'What if I have the disease and could make you sick?' Loki looked at you worriedly.

'Then you'll take care of me. Hey, we'll get through this. I'm your teddy bear for a reason.'

Loki rolled his eyes at the nickname.

You took his hand and squeezed it. 'Besides, now our chore list is limited to this floor instead of all of Stark tower, it's just you and me we have to take care of it, so we're taking turns vacuuming, ok?'

Loki chuckled, 'Thor knows how to, he just is lazy.'

'We all knew.'

Loki nodded. 'Very well, don't get sick, you know how I worry about you.'

You smiled at him, hugging him once more. 'That I do.'

[abcdefanfics]

Heated quarantine

Summary: It has been weeks since you and the rest of the Avengers had been quarantined. You didn’t really mind, because you had your boyfriend Steve Rogers there with you. The rest of the Avenges weren’t too happy with that, because you just couldn’t keep your hands off each other. Bucky in particular couldn’t cope with that anymore after a while. 

(I chose to describe Steve like the way he looked in Infinity War, because I’m totally digging the beard and damn that look should just come with a health warning.)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: smut, rough and unprotected sex, dom Steve, captain kink, punishment and more sinful things...

Words: 4.5 k

Since you had been in quarantine your life consisted mostly of reading, watching Netflix, training, doing puzzles and well... sex. You were dating Steve Rogers for over six months now and you guys always had a healthy sexlife, but with all this extra time you had even more sex than normally. I guess that’s just the fun of dating a supersoldier. Tonight you and Steve were planning to just watch a movie in the livingroom. 

You were about halfway the movie when Steve casually placed his hand on your bare thigh. You already knew what this action would lead to and that you were not going to see the end of the movie you were watching. You kept looking at the tv just to annoy Steve, because you know how he acts when he doesn’t get what he wants right away. He slowly moved his hand higher up your thigh and you were hating yourself for only wearing one of Steves shirts. 

You were still not giving in and a low growl escaped Steves mouth. After 15 minutes of you pretending to watch the movie and ignoring his hand on your thigh Steve suddenly grabbed your waist on both sides and lifted you unto his lap like you weigh nothing. He then started kissing your neck, while you moved your hands up and down his clothed body. He moved his lips from your neck to your lips and gently bit on your bottomlip. You grabbed his hair with both of your hands and licked his lips before he let your tongue enter his mouth. You started a battle for dominance, which he easily won. You started to grind on his lap and not much later you felt his very evident boner. Steve grabbed your ass and made his way to your panties. Seconds before he could rip your panties to pieces you heard a familiar voice screaming: “OMG, I fucking eat my breakfast on that couch.”

You lifted your head only to look directly into Bucky’s furious face and you felt your cheeks reddening. “I can live with the fact that I have to wear earplugs every night to bed to drain your sexnoises, but this? This is you guys crossing my line.” he shouted. Tony Stark and Peter Parker had also made their way to the livingroom to see what all that fuss was about. “What the fuck are you guys doing on MY couch?” Tony ranted. Peter just stood their being his awkward self not sure what to think about this situation. “Rogers just can’t keep it in his pants that’s what.” Bucky replied sarcastically. 

Steve stayed his calm self in the situation and simply said: “Are you guys done? So (Y/N) and I can go upstairs and continue this.” He was already getting up and grabbed your hand ready to drag you to his room. “Oh hell no, I have a better idea.” Bucky said. “I bet you two can’t even go one day without jumping each other, so why don’t we start a little challenge.” “Now it’s getting interesting.What do you have in mind?” Tony asked. “If you guys manage to not have sex in the next two weeks you both are freed of all the chores. And if you don’t manage then the one who caved first needs to do all the laundry, cooking and cleaning alone.” Tony nodded agreeing. “That’s ridiculous, right (Y/N).” Steve said looking at you to back him up. “Well, actually I’m in for a little challenge. And you are just afraid that you’ll cave first.” You said daring. “Okay if that’s what you think than fine, we’re in.” he replied. “I’ll go get you some cleaning gloves and an apron then.” Peter said laughing. 

The next morning you walked towards the kitchen and it was clear that the rest of the Avengers all had been informed about your challenge, while you heard voices coming out of the kitchen saying things like “never gonna make it” “two whole weeks” “not going to last three days”. Everybody immediately fell quiet when you entered the kitchen. “You guys can laugh all you want, but I won’t give in. I just want to see Steve doing our laundry and making us lasagne.” You spent a little time talking and laughing with your friends before they all left for their daily training. 

You were cleaning up after yourself when suddenly Steve came into the kitchen with wearing nothing but his grey sweatpants that hang loosely around his waist. You gasped at the sight. “Like what you see now, darling.” Steve said with a smirk knowing very well what he was doing to you. There was just something about this look that made you weak in your knees. Seeing him standing there with his hair undone, that sexy beard, those broad shoulders and those damned abs. But no you were not giving in, not so easily. If Steve decided to play it like this then so were you. 

Later that day you caught Steve and Bucky talking about their training and how they were planning to go to the gym inside the tower. This was your chance to give Steve a taste of his own medicine. You went to your room and opened your closet only to grab the most revealing pair of shorts you owned. You put the shorts on together with a low-cut sports bra and with wearing just that you made your way to the gym. 

As soon as you entered the gym you were distracted for a second when you laid your eyes on Steve. He was all sweaty from his workout so his tight white t-shirt clung to his chest and his bulge was very present in the training shorts he was wearing. But you were a girl with a mission and that mission was seducing Captain America in having sex with you. So you got your shit together and walked into the gym very nonchalantly and making sure you swayed your hips a little extra as you approached the two boys. The sight of you made Steve growl inside. "Damn, (Y/N) you look hot.” Bucky said after he noticed you walking in. Steve gave him a death stare due to his words. Bucky innocently raised his hands. “Oh you guys don’t mind me, I’m just here to work out for a bit.” you said with a low voice. 

It seemed as though Steve his eyes were glued on you while you were doing squats, burpees, jumping jacks and some yoga. The effect you had on Steve was exactly what you were hoping on. You had finished your workout and while you were exiting the gym you heard Bucky shouting: “(Y/N), before I forget. Tony is throwing a little residents only party tonight at eight, because he can’t go two weeks without an excuse to consume alcohol and wear something fancy.” “Typical Tony.” you laughed. “I’ll be there.” and with that you returned to your room to take a quick shower.

After looking through your closet for the past half an hour you still were clueless to what to wear to the party. You desperately grabbed your phone from your bed and you sent Natasha a text saying “fashion emergency, come over NOW!” Three minutes had past when your door flew open and Natasha made her way into your room. “I got your text, I came as fast as I could.” “Thanks Nat. I really need your help.” “Anytime, (Y/N). How can I help?” “Okay so Bucky just told me that Tony is throwing one of his formal parties tonight and I have literally nothing to wear. And I also really want to look my best for Steve, because I really want to win this challenge. So I figured I’d wear something to make him lose his mind so he would give in and...” you rambled. “Wow easy tiger.” Natasha laughed. “It doesn’t take much for Steve to lose his mind around you. No matter what you’re wearing he is always eyefucking you.” she said with a wink. “Nat, please. That’s not going to work now, since he is also a man of standards and morals he’s not going to cave that easily.” you answered with desperation evident in your voice. “I think I have the perfect dress for you somewhere stocked in my closet. I’ll be right back.” Natasha said as she practically ran back to her own room.

It had been 20 minutes and you started to get a little impatient, but you weren’t surprised it took her this long. You had seen Natasha’s closet and it was a mess. Hell the word mess doesn’t even cover the ravage that was Natasha’s closet. Not much later Natasha entered your room again and in her hands she helt the most beautiful and sexy dress you had ever seen in your life. It was a black, low-cut, backless, lacy evening dress. “Holy shit Nat, that dress is perfection. How come you never wear it?” “Bruce doesn’t really like it when I wear a dress like that in public. I think it looks better on you anyway.” “I can’t thank you enough.” you chant as you pulled her into a tight hug. “No problem (Y/N). What are you waiting for? Put that damn dress on!” she said half laughing half serious. You took the dress that Natasha handed over to you and disappeared into your bathroom. 

The dress was even tighter than you expected and it hugged your curves in all the right ways. The fabric was looser around your legs and now you noticed the split that started halfway your thigh. At least you would be able to dance tonight. “What’s taking you so long, (Y/N)?” Natasha shouted from the other room. You opened the bathroomdoor and entered your bedroom. “Damn girl, you look amazing. Steve is never going to be able to resist you.” “You think?” you ask shyly. “I mean, isn’t it all just a bit... much?” “Go big or go home, (Y/N). Trust me on this one. Now, it’s been fun and all helping you out, but now I’m going to get dressed myself. See you later.” “See you tonight Nat!” After Natasha left you put on some make-up and picked a pair of black heels that went well with your dress.

After you were all ready you slowly made your way to the party. You looked on your phone and noticed that you were already half an hour late. You descended the stairs that led to place with the dancefloor and bar where Tony had all of his parties. Steve was standing next to the bar with Sam and Bucky. He was looking absolutely irresistible in his suit. The jacket was very tight around his bulging biceps and while all the other guys were wearing bowties he still wore a regular tie. He almost choked on his beer when his eyes landed on you. Sam couldn’t suppress a whistle and Bucky’s mouth fell open. Steve hit both of his friends for looking at you like that. You made your way to the bar, because there was no way that you were going to survive this night without some alcohol in your blood.

You grabbed a beer at the bar and walked towards Peter who was sitting on one of the couches all by himself. “Is this seat taken?” you jokingly said to Peter. Peter looked up at you and his eyes widened as he took in your form. He just kept staring at you. “Did you like lose your tongue our something?” you said with a giggle. “So-so-rry, (Y/N). I ju-just... I uhm... wow yo-you-u’re breathta-taking.” “Thanks Pete, you don’t look so bad yourself.” you said while touching his shoulder. Peter looked awkwardly around and then noticed a furious Steve walking up to them. “It was a pleasure talking to you, (Y/N), but I got to go now before Steve kills me.” he said as he took off. 

You turned around to see your boyfriend marching into your direction and he didn’t seem too happy. “What the fuck is this?” Steve said strictly while pointing at your dress. “That’s what people call a dress.” you said with a voice dripping of sarcasm. “Talk to me like that again and I swear I’ll...” “You’ll what?” you interrupted him. “Spank me? Oh no wait you can’t. Well, unless you want to give in and let me win the challenge.” you said daring. “As much as I want to fuck you until the only word you know is my name, I’m not going to cave.” and with that Steve returned to the bar and ordered something stronger than a beer. Leaving you behind as the hot mess his words made you. Okay so he is not going to give in that easily you thought to yourself. So now it was time for plan b, which consisted of making Steve jealous. If there was one thing you had learned after dating Steve for over half a year it’s that he gets jealous easily. And whenever he is jealous he sure had his ways to let you know you were his and his only...

You looked around the room to see Thor sitting all alone at the bar. Your mind goes back to the time when you had just joined the Avengers and you initially crushed a little on the Asgardian demigod. Back then you had no idea that Steve liked you from the very beginning, but at that time you were more thinking about Thor who was still caught up with his ex Jane. It took you a little while to realise that Steve was perfect for you and since then the two of you had been inseparable. Little did you know that a piece of Steve was sometimes afraid that you would choose Thor after all and leave him. Ignorant of this you walked over to the bar and took place in the barstool next to him. “Hey stranger.’ you said to Thor while placing a hand on his broad shoulder. “Hey (Y/N), holy shit you look stunning.” he said while checking you out. You both conversed for a little while when suddenly Tony yells “Let’s do shots!”. “I thought you’d never ask!” you screamed back at him. You grabbed Thors hand and led him towards Tony who was holding a tray full of shots. 

Thor and you both took three shots and feeling the liquor warming your body made you instantly way more courageous. “Let’s dance.” you said to Thor with a seductive voice as you dragged him to the dancefloor. Thor willingly followed you. Steve was looking at the both of you from across the room while he was dripping from jealousy and rage. Thor was a really good dancer and you were genuinely having a good time. Then all of a sudden a slow and romantic song was coming out of the speakers. Thor immediately pulled you close and your back is now pressed to his chest. His large hands on your hips as you both seductively moved to the slow beat. 

Steve couldn’t handle it anymore and after he downed his whisky he marched up to you and grabbed your wrist. “Fine you win.” Steve said to you through gritted teeth. “I just need to fuck you so bad right now.” he added as he pulled you towards the elevator. Apparently you didn’t walk fast enough in your heels, because Steve lifted you up and threw you over his shoulder. After the two of you had disappeared Bucky started laughing. “They at least survived two whole days without sex.” “I hope Steve can cook, because the last thing I want is eating instant noodles and burned toast for the next two weeks.” Sam remarked.

Steve had put you to the ground inside the elevator and pinned you to the wall. “You think you are such a smart girl, now don’t you. To try to make me jealous. You’re going to regret that in the morning, because you’re not going to be able to walk nor sit properly.” he said darkly with lust-filled eyes. Your breathing hitched and you felt yourself getting wet solely of his words. You heard a ping and the elevator doors slid open. Steve grabbed you and ordered you to jump. You locked your legs around his waist and he grabbed your ass with both of his large hands. He carried you to his room like this and after he had closed the door behind him he pushed you unto it and he started to kiss you fiercely. Your tongues intertwined and you passionately kissed for what felt like hours. 

Steve detached his mouth from yours and only now you noticed that you were almost out of breath. He started kissing down your neck and made sure to leave dark purple marks to show everyone you were his. His mouth trailed down your neck to your collarbone and on to the valley of your breasts. You grabbed his hair with both of your hands and tugged it, which causes Steve to moan against your skin. You tried to move your hips to get a little friction. This action made Steve stop kissing you. “You’re not going to move unless I tell you to. Understood?” he said. You nodded. “Use your words, darling.” he said strictly. “Yes, I understand Captain.” you replied and that last word came out before you knew it. You had never called Steve Captain before in the bedroom. You sometimes jokingly called him like that, but that was it. Steve’s look gave away that he was pleasantly surprised by you calling him Captain and that it turned him on even more. “Yes that’s it baby, call me Captain.” he growled.

He walked away from the door and put you down on the edge of his bed. He turned you around so he was now facing your back. His warm hands moved your (Y/H/C) hair over your shoulder and he started to kiss and suck on the skin between your shoulderblades as he slowly removed your dress from your body. You were now standing in front of him wearing nothing but your panties. You wondered why he was still being so nice and sensitive while he seemed rather furious the moment he dragged you from the dancefloor. As if Steve had read your thoughts he sat down on the bed and signalled that you had to lay across his lap. You already knew what was going to happen and couldn’t deny that it turned you on so badly. You obeyed him by laying down on his lap. Steve ripped the black lace panties off your body and you gasped. It took everything in you to not make some witty remark about how he should start to pay you for all the lingerie he tears apart. But you knew very well that this was not the time to get sarcastic or you wouldn’t be able to sit down for the next week.

“You know very well that the behaviour you showed these last days is unacceptable and therefore a punishment is in place.” he said strictly. “Yes it is, Captain.” you almost whispered. “I think five times will suffice. And that’s just me being a gentleman this time.” He slapped your ass once. “This one is for you distracting me from my training.” His hand hit you for the second time. “This one is for wearing that thing you call a dress.” His hand came down a third time. “This one is for being such a smart-ass all the time.” He smacked your ass again. “This one is for trying to make me jealous.” His hand landed on your skin for the fifth and last time. “The last one is for dancing with Thor when you damn well knew that should have been me.” Your ass was sore and red by the time he was done. 

He lifted you up from his lap only to throw you back on his bed seconds after. He quickly removed his jacket and carelessly threw it somewhere on the floor. He then took off his tie and walked over to you, silky fabric in hand. He grabbed your wrists and moved them up so they were placed above your head. Your mouth fell open at the thought of Steve tying you to his bed. After he had tied you up and made sure you couldn’t break free he stood up from the bed again with a smug on his face. You were never the one to be submissive and that was probably why you never did bondage before, but right now you would do anything for Steve to fuck you. Steve purposely took ages to take off his shoes, socks and trousers, while you lay there exposed and helpless. 

He got onto the bed and you were now lying under his large body. He started to kiss you again on your mouth, but before you could kiss him back his lips trailed over your cheek towards your neck and further down across your shoulder and collarbone. He then kissed your breasts before he took one of your nipples into his mouth. You moaned and wanted to grab his hair when you remembered you were roped up to the headboard. He then moved to your other nipple giving it the same attention. His mouth trailed further down to your stomach and he was now almost at the place you wanted him the most. 

He was now kissing your inner-thigh, the touch of his beard tickling your sensitive skin and then he lightly licked over your clit, which almost made you scream out of frustration. He started to move his finger up and down your folds before he slowly pushed it inside of your pussy. You moaned at the sensation and he soon pushed another one of his digits inside and started to move them up and down faster. He also started licking your clit more feverishly and when he began to scissor his fingers inside you you were just a moaning mess. “Fuck, Captain.” you moaned. You now noticed he was drawing figurines with his tongue on your clit. It didn’t take you long to discover he was writing his full name C-A-P-T-A-I-N-S-T-E-V-E-R-O-G-E-R-S. When he arrived at the last S your body started to shake and you arched your back, but just seconds before you came Steve completely pulled away from you. “You did not think I was going to make you come that easily after all you put me through tonight, now did you?” he said cocky. 

Steve knew that all you wanted was for him to fuck you and actually he didn’t want you to give what you wanted so badly, but he just had to fuck you. His dick was unbearably hard and he had never been this horny in his life. He had removed his boxers in under three seconds and without any warning he pounded into you, which made you scream out of pleasure and pain. Steve didn’t give you any time to adjust to his massive dick and started to thrust at full speed right away. You came within seconds, because you were still on edge after he denied your orgasm just minutes prior. Steve’s pace never slowed down and he placed both of his hands on either side of your body so he could even go faster. You wrapped your legs around his waist and this new angle did wonders for you. Your toes curled against his back and you came a second time with a loud and pornographic moan. 

He moved his hands to your tied ones and quickly untied you. In no time he had flipped both of your bodies so you were sitting on top of him now. His dick never leaving your body. “The thought of you riding me had been on my mind these past few days. The way your tits bounce and the look on your face when you’re about to come just does it for me.” You smirked up at him while you started to move your hips. You placed both of your hands on his chest to support yourself so you could ride him faster. This action made Steve’s head fall back and a masculine moan left his mouth. Steve grabbed your hips roughly with his large hands, sure to leave bruises. The familiar knot was building in your stomach and a warm feeling spread inside your body. Your walls started to clench around his huge member and that feeling made Steve groan and bite his lip. 

You kept riding him like your life depended on it and it did not took long before yet another orgasm washed over your body. “Yes that’s it, darling. Come over my dick.” Steve panted as you screamed it out in pleasure. Not soon after Steve’s hot come filled your pussy while a stream of swear words left his mouth and he pulled out of you after you had milked him completely. 

You fell unto the bed next to him, because your body was drained of all its energy. He gave you a peck on your lips before he disappeared into his bathroom only to return with a wet washcloth to clean your bodies up. Steve came lying next to you and pulled you closer to him. “I hope I wasn’t too rough tonight?” he asked sweetly. You laughed because of how he went from dominant Cap to caring Steve in under 5 minutes. “You know it’s never too rough for me, right Steve.” you chuckle. “God, you’re so amazing.” Steve whispered into your ear. And with that both of you fell fast asleep, bodies still intertwined. 

The next morning you woke up with a smile on your face and you carefully woke up Steve by kissing his lips. “Goodmorning, (Y/N).” he said huskily. “Last night was absolutely amazing.” you began to speak. “But you still need to like make breakfast for everyone.” you finished. Steve covered his face with his pillow. “Fuck, I almost forgot.” sounded his muffled words. You both got dressed and walked towards the kitchen only to find all the Avengers already there. “Finally you’re here, I’m starving.” Bucky said dramatically. “So you guys just expect we had sex last night? Based on what?” Steve tried to come out of his duties. “Oh, it was very obvious.” Natasha said while winking at you. “Not only did we assume when Steve carried you to the elevators...” Sam said. “You guys also kept us up for hours with all the noises you were making.” added Thor. “You guys really traumatised Peter for the rest of his life. The poor boy.” Tony said dramatically. You started to blush and looked at Peter who was even more quiet and absent than normal. “He’ll get over it.” Bucky said. “Now go make some pancakes for us, Steve.” he continued while giving Steve an apron. 

[talesfromthesnogbox]

Stuck Here With you

Rating: M (Rating for explicit conversations about sex) 

Words: 3,586

Summary: Richie and Eddie are stuck quarantining themselves together... what could possibly go wrong? OR based on this tweet: "@cjkasulke: APPARENTLY you have all just been *waiting* for this moment to confess your love to your roommates, so many of you live with people you have been silently in love with for y e a r s"

Notes: This is so stupid. Yes, I wrote a quarantine fic. Yes, this whole thing is a serious matter and I am an adult who's working from home and it all sucks, and there are people dying all over the world, and I do care, but I just thought people needed a little bit of a laugh, ya know? Anyways, this is wildly out of character and not good in general, but drop a comment if you like it, or if you think I'm a horrible person, whateves.

AO3

*~*~*~*~*

Richie woke from his catnap with a startled jump as he heard the front door slam shut.

“Jesus Eds, is it 6:30 already? Did I sleep all day?” He asked with a laugh.

“No asshole, it’s noon.” Eddie slammed his briefcase on the breakfast bar and worked his tie open. “This pandemic bullshit has gotten out of control.”

“Is that why you’re home right now…”

“Yes! Jared that fucking lunatic went off and brought some girl home last weekend and now he’s got a fever, so we were all sent home, and I’m stuck in isolation.”

Eddie was pissed, but Richie could see through his thinly veiled layer of anger; there was fear.

“Oh. Do you hang around Jared a lot at work?”

He sighed. “No, no I don’t, but it’s just a precaution until he can get tested properly.”

“That’s good then, right?”

It was good. After seven full days, Eddie finally emerged from his room with a cheery smile. “Jared’s in the clear, turns out he just picked up some STD, and I get to go back into work tomorrow.” He plopped down on the couch.

“That’s great Eds, but I hate to break it to you…” Richie pointed towards the TV where the headline read “California officially shut down”.

The first few days felt like any weekend would. They had extra groceries delivered, they binged some true crime documentary on Netflix, they had a group Skype session with the Losers, they did pretty much anything that took their minds off the current situation. But then the fifth day hit.

It was only 7am when Richie dragged himself out of bed for a coffee. Sure it was early, and he had nowhere to be, but time meant nothing anymore.

Usually Richie’s clamoring about the kitchen woke Eddie up. The first few nights that Eddie moved in after Derry were rough; turns out, Eddie was a pretty light sleeper, and Richie was loud. But today, there was no Eddie in sight.

He continued on his way, pouring himself a bowl of cereal when he saw it through the window to his backyard… and promptly spilled milk all over the counter.

On the bright side, Richie had found Eddie. The only downfall was he’d found him in a pair of tiny running shorts and a tank top doing squats on his deck.

“Fuck!” Richie swore, grabbing a tea towel to clean up the mess he’d made.

“Richie?” Eddie stopped his squats and ran into the house. “What the fuck happened dickwad?”

“N-nothing, nothing happened, it’s just early and I lost my grip.”

Eddie rolled his eyes.

“So um… what’s happening in the backyard there, Jillian Michaels?” Richie giggled.

“Fuck off. I usually go to the gym before work, but now that the gym’s closed, I had to improvise.”

“Ahh, I see, trying to pick up the new future Mrs. K with…” with thighs I want to wear as earmuffs and that tight ass? He was glad there was an entire counter between them to hide the fact that he was currently at half-mast.

Eddie gave him a strange look and shook his head. “Shut the fuck up. I’m a divorced 40-year-old living with his best friend, I don’t think I’m going to be picking someone up that easily at the gym. Besides, Santa Monica women aren’t really my type…”

“Oh? Well when this is all over, I know a few places we can go pick up chicks. West Hollywood, Beverly Hills, hell even Studio City. Name your type Eds, we’ll find her.”

“Aren’t you gay? How do you know so much about picking up women?”

“Closet case my boy.” Richie winked and took a bite of his cereal. “I’m as good of an actor as I am a comedian.”

“No wonder there were never any articles about how much of a playboy you were then.” Eddie said straight-faced, walking back out to finish his work out.

“Eds gets off a good one!”

*~*~*~*~*

After that eventful morning, Richie tried his hardest to stay in bed until after Eddie’s morning routine was done. One almost-embarrassing situation in his pants was enough to last a lifetime around his best friend of however-many years, he did not need it to escalate from there.

As the days passed on, the two of them found ways to entertain themselves. Eddie took to reading on the deck in the mild April weather, and Richie decided to pick up his guitar again for the first time in years.

He was a little rusty, but after a few hours of practice, it was like riding a bike, and before he knew it, he was back playing the tune he’d spent hours playing as a teenager.

Richie hummed along to the tune of “Eddie My Love” as his fingers formed the familiar chords with ease. He didn’t even realize Eddie walking in from the backyard, a stunned look on his face.

“Rich?” He jumped, startled at the sound of the other man.

“Hey Eds, sorry was I being loud?”

“N-no.” He shook his head. “I didn’t know you played.”

Richie chuckled. “Yeah, I picked it up in high school after Went agreed to teach me a bit. I was in a band in college, but we kinda sucked.”

Eddie scoffed. “You don’t suck, that tune is lovely. What is it?”

Richie’s face felt hot all the sudden. “Uhh, I can’t really remember the name, just something I used to play a bunch. It’s an oldie my mom really liked.”

“Can you teach me?”

His eyes widened. “Y-yeah, here, come sit.” He moved more away from the body and more towards the neck of his acoustic, allowing Eddie to sit nestled between his folded legs. “Okay, um so you hold it like this, and your fingers go here.” Richie curled Eddie’s fingers around the neck of the guitar, placing them in the correct spots on the frets. “So we start with a G chord.” His other arm snaked around Eddie’s shoulder to show him how to strum the chord.

Eddie shivered, completely engulfed by his best friend, noticing for the first time how much he loved his arms being wrapped around him like this.

“Then we move to an E minor.” Richie shifted Eddie’s fingers again and strummed. “Then A minor, and up to D.”

Eddie moved his fingers, pliant beneath Richie’s big hand. His heart beat fast, and he could feel Richie’s breath warm on his shoulder as he played.

For a moment, Eddie could convince himself that Richie felt the same way about him, but only for a moment. They were best friends, and just because Richie was gay, it didn’t mean he was interested in Eddie, no matter how hard he wished that he was. He would never have Richie, but he’d always have this moment.

*~*~*~*~*

“Alright, that’s it. We’re getting drunk.” Richie pulled out a rather large bottle of vodka and a few other spirits. “I’m mixing you up a quarantini.”

“A what now?”

“Quarantini, Eds. We’re getting shitfaced.”

Eddie rolled his eyes. “Rich, there’s no way in hell I’d—” he paused. Maybe this was the perfect way to come on to Richie. Lowered inhibitions were a great excuse to do something potentially stupid, and if it all went sour, he could blame it on the alcohol. “You know what, fuck it. Mix me a quarantini.”

“That’s the spirit!” He mixed the drinks and dragged Eddie over to the couch. “Alright, we’re indulging tonight. I want not a peep from you. I never got to do any of this gay shit before, and now is the perfect excuse to start a new series. We’re watching RuPaul’s Drag Race.”

Eddie nodded his head. “Drag racing, okay cool, I like cars.”

Richie burst out laughing. “No asshole, drag race… like drag queens.” He popped on a random season and hit play.

Four episodes and many quarantinis later, both Eddie and Richie were yelling at the TV.

“How could they send April home, she’s like the hottest one there!” Eddie put his hands up.

“Right? Look at how hot he is ugh I just wanna…” Eddie glanced over at Richie with a smirk. “Shut up.”

“No, no, I see it.” He pulled out his phone, April’s instagram profile already loaded. “The scruff is driving me mental.”

Richie chuckled. “Eds, that sounds kinda gay.”

“Yeah, no shit Sherlock.” Eddie said, face heating up. “Um, surprise?”

“Oh… shit dude, yeah, um, congratulations. Thanks for telling me.” Richie brought his friend into a tight hug, the alcohol running through his system making him feel a little light headed.

“Thanks for being cool about it.” Eddie mumbled, pulling away a bit, but still resting within Richie’s grasp.

“Hey man, I get it… I’m a closet case too.” He laughed.

The two were silent for a moment, content in each other’s grasp, until Eddie couldn’t handle the silence anymore. “Come on, next episode. I hope Laganja gets booted, I can’t stand her.”

Many episodes and quarantinis later, Eddie was fully shitfaced.

“Come on, bedtime for Eds.”

Eddie giggled. “Yeah Rich, take me to bed.” He waggled his eyebrows in a way that made Richie’s heart stutter.

“Alright, alright, that’s enough from you.” Richie deposited Eddie onto the bed, helping him with his shirt, when Eddie pulled him down hard.

“Oops, sorry Rich.” He giggled. “’s not my fault, you’re trying to get me out of my clothessss.”

“You’re wearing jeans, I can’t let you go to bed in jeans Eddie. What kind of asshole wears jeans in quarantine.” Richie giggles, undoing Eddie’s zip and pulling his jeans down his hairless legs. Fuck, his legs are amazing. “Eds, do you wax?” Richie giggled, rubbing a hand up his thigh.

“Pffftt, we’re in isolation shithead, I haven’t been to my wax girl in weeks.”

A jubilant laugh bubbled from Richie’s chest. “Shit, I’ve learned more about you tonight than I have in all the years I’ve known you. You really are a twunk.”

“A what now?”

Richie planted himself down on the bed beside Eddie. “Twunk, hunky twink.”

A look of realization dawned on Eddie. “Ohhhh, that makes a lot of sense. The dude at the checkout told me I was a twunk when I went to buy those underwear without the butt.”

Richie’s brain went blank. “Eddie, do you wear thongs?”

“No asshole, the other thing without the butt. Jock something, I can’t remember.”

“A jockstrap? Eddie are you trying to kill me right now?”

“Shut the fuck up asshole! They’re good for working out in. And they don’t give me lines in my nice suit pants.” Richie was speechless. “So if I’m a twunk, what are you?”

“I—I—I think it’s time for bed.”

“Oh.” Eddie said sounding dejected. “O-or we could just hang out?”

Richie was at an impasse. He knew they were walking a thin line right now, and he shouldn’t stay, but he wanted to see where this would take him, he didn’t want to leave Eddie’s side.

“I think I could hang out for a bit.”

Their “hanging out” didn’t last very long. Within ten minutes, the two men were out cold.

Richie woke up first the next morning and left the soundly sleeping Eddie to go make a pot of coffee. His head was pounding, and as much as he knew the bright sunlight was going to burn his eyes, the fresh air couldn’t hurt.

He’d never been more thankful for his manager who also happened to be a fantastic decorator. The outdoor couch may have seemed stupid to him when he first bought the place, but at times like this, it was a great choice. He could relax, and look out towards the ocean, and forget everything that happened the night before.

That is until Eddie decided to join him.

Richie’s breath left his lungs once he got a good look at his friend. It was like a blast from the past seeing him in a pair of tiny red running shorts, much like those he wore when he was a kid, but now… now they were so much more. Richie’s mouth watered when his eyes caught a good look at how Eddie’s ass filled out the shorts. A large tank top donned his torso, one that Richie had been gifted, and definitely not been too comfortable wearing himself judging by how low cut the arm holes were. He looked hot, not that he wasn’t always attracted to Eddie, but this felt like something had changed, a sexual awakening of sorts, and Richie would never look at his friend the same way.

“Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever been so hungover.” Eddie complained as he sat beside Richie. “That stupid drink went down like water.”

“Yeah man I hear you, I feel like shit.”

“I had fun though, it’s been a long time since I’ve had that much fun.”

Richie looked over to him. “No regrets about spilling your guts then?”

Eddie winced. “Okay, maybe you didn’t have to hear about what kind of underwear I prefer.”

Richie burst out laughing. “No, I definitely appreciated that tidbit of information, Eds. I’m proud that my twunk theory was right.”

“Fuck you.”

“Fuck me yourself you coward.” Richie mumbled to himself.

“Sorry, what was that?”

“N-nothing.” He said, darting inside. “Going to work on my new show, I’ll see you in a bit.”

Richie had to get out of there. Last night was a lot, sure, but something felt different today. Seeing Eddie in his boxer briefs felt almost safer than whatever the hell he was wearing today. It’s almost like… almost like he’d purposely dressed up for Richie, and it was killing him. He didn’t know how much more he could take before he combusted.

Unfortunately for Richie, this new look seemed to be Eddie’s new uniform. Richie could tell that now Eddie was out to him, he felt more comfortable being himself, but Richie hated every second of it.

He dreaded seeing Eddie in the morning, dreaded knowing what fresh hell lay beyond his bedroom door in the form of a 5’9 firey bundle of sex personified.

Nearly a month into their quarantine, it was finally warm enough for Richie to sit out by the pool. He donned the brightest swim trunks he could find and rubbed his pale skin down with sunscreen, soaking up some vitamin D.

He’d been out there for just under an hour when he heard (and felt) a splash from the pool where Eddie jumped in.

“Okay, I take back everything bad I ever said about you having a pool when the ocean is right there. The pool is definitely more relaxing than the beach.”

Richie giggled. “I told you, asshole.”

“Oh, and I totally figured out what you are now. If I’m a twunk, you’re an otter.”

“A what now?” Richie removed his sunglasses and moved to sit on the edge of the pool.

“An otter.” Eddie rested his elbows on Richie’s thighs as his calves framed his torso. “At least that’s what I think. It’s like a softer bear. You’re not quite as big and not enough hair to be a bear, and you’re still too thin to be a cub, so you’re an otter.”

“I understood exactly none of what you said except for ‘bear’. I met a bear on Grindr just before Derry that made me realize I like being the bigger body in bed.” Richie winked saucily.

“So you’re a top then Trashmouth?”

Richie’s brows rose into his hairline. “I—I—we are not talking about this right now, not when you’re this close to my dick.”

“Oh come on, you used to talk about your dick all the time.”

“Yeah, I was a closeted kid who’s balls hadn’t dropped yet, obviously I wanted to come off as heterosexual as I could.”

Eddie laughed. “Okay, good point.”

The two sat in the same position for a few minutes, exchanging no words between them. It felt intimate, it felt like Eddie was flirting with him, but he’d never been good at picking up signs. Could Eddie want this too?

“I am though.” He said quietly, finally breaking the silence.

“You’re what?”

Richie’s heart thudded in his chest. “A top, I guess. I don’t mind bottoming, I like it, but I guess I just…”

Eddie grinned. “You like being in charge?”

“No, fuck no.” Richie laughed.

“Really? Huh, okay.” Eddie nodded, mostly to himself.

“Hey, what the fuck does that mean?”

“Nothing, nothing at all Tozier.” Eddie pushed off of Richie’s legs and floated on his back towards the inflatable lounger.

*~*~*~*~*

The week that followed was agonizing. All Eddie wore was those stupid shorts and a variation of t-shirt/tank-top/fucking crop top, and it was driving Richie mental. He felt like a teenager again, he’d never had so many hard-ons in one week in his life.

It was only a matter of time before Richie snapped.

Richie was descending the stairs from his room one fateful morning and groaned rather loudly when he saw what was waiting for him.

The shorts seemed shorter, tighter on his ass (damn all those squats he does) and his already short shirt seemed to rise up, showing the lovely dimples on his lower back as he reached for a bowl from a high shelf.

“Hey Rich, can you help me… what’s wrong?”

He huffed out a laugh. “What’s wrong? Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Wh—did I do something?”

Richie stared at Eddie in disbelief. “Did you… did you do someth—the shorts man, what’s with the shorts!”

“The shorts? I always wear the shorts.”

“I fucking know you always wear the shorts, that’s the problem!” Richie’s stomach rolled. He thought he was going to throw up, he’d never been this candid about his feelings in his life.

“You have a problem with the way I dress? Fuck you, dude.”

“Fuck me yourself you coward!”

Both men fell silent. The tension could be cut with a knife, it was so thick between them.

“Richie?”

“Fuck man, I’m sorry I freaked out on you like that, I just don’t know if I can take this anymore. We’ve been cooped up for a month and I swear I’ve done more jacking off in the last month than I ever did as a teenager.” As good as it felt to spill his guts, he definitely thought he was going to pass out any second.

“I—I don’t…”

“The worst part is, it’s not even just that I’m horny. It’s you! Shit man, I’ve been dreaming of you since we were fucking teenagers. And now… now here you are looking like a goddamn… a goddamn what’s the word… a goddamn snack, telling me shit about the sexy underwear you buy, and asking me if I’m a top. Eddie, I don’t know if you’re flirting with me or not, but Jesus fucking Christ, it’s taking every single fiber of my willpower to not rip your clothes off right now.”

Eddie held back a smile. “Wait, I’m sorry, what? You couldn’t tell I was flirting with you? Are you fucking blind? Actually don’t answer that, I know you’re fucking blind.”

Richie was sure he was gonna get a nosebleed any second. “S-so you were flirting with me?”

Eddie laughed out loud. “Yes you idiot! Literally since the moment I got here, I have been flirting with you. You didn’t get the hint that I have feelings for you?”

“What the fuck, no man! Like you said, I’m fucking blind. I thought you were straight until a few weeks ago!”

Eddie moved to lean against the island, closer to Richie. “You dumbass, I tried so hard the night I came out to you, why do you think I told you about what fucking underwear I wear?”

“I don’t know man, I’m not good at this shit.”

“Clearly!”

Richie cast his eyes down. “S-so, so you really like me?”

Eddie reached for his hand and interlaced their fingers. He pulled Richie closer to him, so he was pinned between Richie and the island. “I love you, dickwad.”

Richie huffed out a laugh. “I love you too.” He blinked rapidly, looking up towards the light. “Oh god, why am I crying.”

“Get over here you big baby.” Eddie detangled his fingers from Richie’s and brought his hand up to the other man’s cheek, bringing him in for a kiss. It was sweet, it was chaste, it was everything Richie wanted from Eddie when they were younger.

But he wasn’t a teenager, and he wanted more.

He dove forward, tongue clashing with Eddie’s. It was hot, it was toe curling good. He snaked his other hand down Eddie’s side, curling around his hip and moving to squeeze his ass. Eddie groaned and ground himself into Richie’s thigh.

“Fuck.” Richie said pulling away. “Fuck, how are you so hot? We’re fucking forty man.”

“Me? Dude, look at you. Your arms… your chest…” Eddie snaked his hand under Richie’s shirt, scratching at the smattering of hair on his pecs.

“Jesus man, I’m not gonna last… fuck… bedroom?”

“Bedroom.”

*~*~*~*~*

The two men finally emerged from Richie’s bedroom for dinner later on with kiss bruised lips and satisfaction plastered on their faces.

“Anything good on?” Eddie asked as Richie turned on the TV. “Rich?”

Richie laughed. “You better come see this.”

“QUARANTINE LIFTED” The headline read as news anchors happily recounted the fall in new cases, and the rise in recoveries.

“You’re fucking joking.”

[vertanimeni]

the ice will start to break, the day will fade away (8/18)

Summary:

“Have you heard? The Elephant of Caocin has committed high treason!”

From Trikru’s most reputable war hero to Trikru’s most wanted traitor, Kova found themselves stripped of their titles and trapped between a clan that wants them dead and a camp of invaders - the same ones who kidnapped and tortured their brother.

But Kova was willing to do anything to stay alive and keep their family together.

Pairing: Bellamy Blake/Grounder OC

Word Count: 4,007

TW: Canon typical violence, virus outbreak/illness

A/N: Hello friends!! I’m in the middle of finals week, so I won’t be able to work on CH 9 just yet. I should be back in action by next week, so wait for me and I’ll yeet Kova right back at y’all. If you’re reading through my blog, the read more does not show up due to Tumblr’s new formatting, so please click on the post itself. I’ll be updating every other day at 12pm EST. Enjoy!!

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viii. illness.

The fear of grounders and the strange unknown past the safe walls of the dropship was enough reason for the delinquents to pull their weight around camp. That was how Bellamy developed a routine for their camp to survive, to thrive — one group cut the wood, another group used the good wood to build the walls, and another would use the bad wood to control designated campfires, while another group would bring back buckets of water to the camp to boil. Etc, etc. Since Bellamy was the only adult in the entire camp, the delinquents listened to him.

Until he brought back the grounder.

Well, he didn’t want to bring back the grounder. Octavia and Raven had sneaked them in. All Bellamy did was carry them to camp until they went batshit crazy and attacked him. And, no offense to Wells, but he only carried them because he wanted to get back to camp as soon as possible, preferably without arrows in his back. Wells was far too slow, and Bellamy still remembered the way his knees trembled under their weight, ready to give out at any moment. Bellamy couldn’t blame him — when Octavia transferred the grounder’s body on his back, he felt as if he were Atlas carrying the world on his back.

Needless to say, Bellamy had woken up the next day sore in muscles he didn’t know he had.

Don’t get it twisted, though. It wasn’t like the delinquents would ignore him or anything of the sort. But now some of them would hesitantly say they would do it later, and the bolder ones would straight up say they have too many chores on their plate.

One choice, one grounder, and suddenly his reputation changed. Bellamy didn’t know if the delinquents were losing faith in him as their leader, or worse, thought of him as soft. His hands clenched into fists at the idea of being gentle with a grounder.

And if that weren’t enough, the one night he went out with the Exodus scavenger group, there had been a conflict between Harper and the grounder. He thought he had been specific enough with the guards, but not enough, he supposed.

“Don’t let them out of this tent for whatever reason.” Bellamy told the guards. “If you have to use force, do so. If you have to tie them up to the bed, do it.”

The moment he and Clarke had been informed what happened, he prepared for another round or two of arguing, but to his surprise, not only Clarke and Octavia defended the grounder, Monty did as well.

“As much as Jasper’s my bro,” Monty sighed, shaking his head, “he was being a real dick about the situation. So was Harper.”

One grounder shaped headache turned into a Murphy shaped migraine, with his sudden appearance and capture while they were gone. And if that weren’t enough, Murphy had also brought a disease with him. Derek practically coughed up a lung before he died in the dropship, surrounded by a pool of his own blood, and Bellamy could only stare at his body while Clarke poured alcohol in his hands.

“Bellamy!”

He startled, shaken out of his thoughts. “Mmh. Sorry. What do you think we should do?"

“Quarantine. It’s the only way.” Clarke turned to Finn and dumped the rest of the alcohol on his hands. “Round up everyone who had contact with Murphy and bring them here.”

Finn wordlessly nodded and ran off. Bellamy looked back at Clarke. “What about everyone they had contact with?”

“Well, we have to start somewhere.” She responded, facing Connor on the floor. “Connor, who was with you when you found him? Who carried him in?”

The boy took a deep breath, still unnerved that he could die at any moment because of this disease. “F-First one there was O-Octavia.” He managed to stutter out.

Bellamy wished he hadn’t.

Clarke’s voice barely registered in Bellamy’s mind as he sprinted out of the drophip to find his little sister.

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Lying on their stomach, arms crossed under their pillow, drool pooling beneath their cheek, Kova woke up with one instinctual thought screaming out a warning.

‘Someone is inside my tent.’

The hair on the back of their neck pricked up. A ripple ran across the fabric of the tent. Definitely not Octavia or Clarke, based on the heavy and uncertain footsteps entering the tent. Definitely not Wells — he wouldn’t sneak into their tent in the first place.

No, whoever this may be, they wore heavier boots.

The conflict last night came to mind, with two faces at the forefront. Jasper and… Harper, was it? Although they couldn’t remember what the two gunners wore last night, Kova couldn’t think of anyone else who would willingly enter their tent, regardless of intentions.

While this certainly wouldn’t be the first time someone tried to kill them in their sleep, Kova had no intention of making it their very last time, either.

Acting as if they had been disturbed in their sleep, they shifted and rolled onto their side, grumbling bleary nonsense, and strategically placed their hand by the pile of clothes. The footsteps had stopped when Kova moved, then resumed a few moments after Kova stilled.

The footsteps approached their bed, heavier, determined.

Snatching a dagger from the pile of clothes and holsters, they flipped the handle and swung their arm back at knee-level. Just before the knife tore out a tendon, Kova caught a glimpse at the intruder’s face and stopped the swing just before the point could prick at Bellamy’s skin.

Startled at the sudden attack, Bellamy took a step back far too late if Kova had gone through with their attack. Irritation passed over his features, face tightening. All he wanted was to find his sister for fucks sake, not get shanked in the leg by some grounder. "What do you think you're doing?"

Losing momentum from the swing, Kova flopped back onto the bed and face planted into their pillow. “Tch, shouldn’t I be asking you that?” They grumbled out as they pushed themselves up. “What made you think sneaking up on me would be a good idea?”

“Wasn’t trying to.” His eyes narrowed. “How did you get a weapon?”

Kova notably froze, muscles tensing, before they relaxed and the lie easily slipped off their tongue, “Stole it. Your guards aren’t very good at guarding.”

That seemed to spark an angry fire behind Bellamy’s eyes, but before he could rise to their bait, he shook his head. “No, you know what? We’re not doing this right now. Where’s Octavia?”

“A-Oct?” They whipped their head towards him in shock. “Why? Did something happen?”

“The fuck did you just call her?”

“It’s a nickname, relax. I haven’t seen her since last night. You didn’t answer my question.”

“One of ours came back yesterday — Murphy. Your people infected him with something and sent him here. One of the guards just died from it and the one that survived said Octavia had first contact with Murphy.”

‘Ah. That name. Lincoln mentioned it before.’ Kova grabbed their clothes wordlessly and tied their dreads back in a low bun. They swung one leg over the bed and used their hands to guide the injured leg to follow.

“What are you doing?”

They snapped their head up. Bellamy watched them with confusion written on his face. “What does it look like?” They didn’t bother with the armor and kept their undershirt on, pulling their jacket on top. “I’m going. You find Octavia, I’ll help Clarke or whoever with Murphy and the infected.”

“And who said you’re allowed to do all that?” His question came through gritted teeth.

“I did.” They stuck their feet into their pant holes and stood up, wincing at the stretch of both the bandage and the cut. They stepped closer to him as they tied off their pants around their hips. “What will you do, stop me?”

To his frustration and their satisfaction, they sent him an obnoxious smirk when their eyes met, and to top it all off, they bent over and picked up their boots that were next to Bellamy before sitting back on the bed, shoving their feet in. “Unless you want your little sister running off to my bad little brother for information.”

His jaw tightened. Bait caught, fish captured. With a resigned look, Bellamy gestured with his hand for them to hurry up. Kova looked down to tie off their boots, only for an open hand to appear in their sight. Bellamy twitched his fingers. They looked up at him, confused.

“Cough it up.”

“What?”

“What else? The knife.”

“Seriously?” They gave a sigh at his glare and reached behind, passing him the dagger. Hopefully he wouldn’t notice it didn’t belong to the invaders. He barely glanced at it before he tucked it beneath his belt—

“Clarke!!”

The two shot up. They glanced at each other briefly, wearily, before they left the tent. Kova left their mask behind.

The entire camp was in chaos — the delinquents ran around in a frenzy while their friends bled out of their eyes and ears. Some had already fallen to the ground, twitching every once in a while.

Kova cursed, watching the horrifying scene with wide eyes. They snapped out of it with a shake of their head and grabbed Bellamy’s arm. “Go find Octavia and bring her to your dropship. She has to get checked out ASAP.”

Bellamy didn’t need telling twice. He ran off and Kova made their way to the dropship. They pulled back the curtain and was hit with a wave of drying blood, vomit, and death. Suppressing a gag and a wave of memories, they pushed through and found Clarke.

“Kova,” Clarke turned around, the lower half of her face covered by a handkerchief. “You have to stay away, there’s an infection—”

“It’s alright.” They cut her off as they made their way through the first floor, throwing their jacket on top of stacked boxes, carefully making sure they didn’t step on outstretched hands or careless feet. “I’ve been infected with this virus at least three times already. If this strain hasn’t killed you all yet, then it certainly won’t touch me.” They glanced at a dead body at the side of the entrance, covered with a cloth. “Who’s patient zero?”

“Murphy. How did you know—?”

“Bellamy.”

Out of all the responses Clarke would have expected from Kova, Bellamy was not one of them. “You saw him?”

“He was looking for his sister.” They explained. “I can show you what symptoms to keep an eye on, but I need to see Murphy first. I’m no doctor, but I know every strain is different, so what I’ve seen before might not apply here.”

Clarke nodded and brought Kova to the very back of the first floor, where Murphy was resting in a corner, huddled in a blanket. Kova crouched in front of him, taking note of severe visible injuries. Some, unfortunately, very familiar. ‘Tortured. By who? The General?’

Before they could bring up their wounds, the curtains of the entrance flung to the side. Bellamy entered, holding a cloth to his face, dragging Octavia close behind him. The two bee-lined for Clarke.

Kova dropped their knee and turned around. “Clarke, if she’s not visibly sick then you need to look for swelling at the roof and the back of her mouth, her throat, and around the neck. Those are the most common symptoms of this virus.”

Behind them, Murphy stirred awake. Even through his bleariness, he recognized Clarke, Octavia, and Bellamy standing far in front of him, but the person crouched in front of him was unfamiliar. That already rang alarms in his head, seeing as no sky person would be unfamiliar to him. They all grew up with one another, after all.

If their strange clothing didn’t ring the alarm louder, then the tattoos traveling up their arm and the circular welts across the back of their shoulder did. Ice flooded his veins, and he was suddenly much more awake. He kicked out with his feet and pressed his back against the wall.

This, unfortunately for him, alerted whoever was in front of him. They turned and confirmed his suspicions when he saw five dots tattooed along their cheekbone. They turned back to Clarke.

Unfortunately for them, the damage was done. They unknowingly revealed themselves. This wasn’t your average grounder, this was—

“Elephant of Caocin!”

With just a phrase, the question on Kova’s tongue died and shriveled up along with them. Bellamy never thought he would see them with a look of pure fear. But there they were, eyes wide, mouth dropped, breath hitched and caught in their throat, hands trembling and fingers clenching into fists.

Before anyone could break the icy silence, Kova whirled upon Murphy. The boy was smart enough to scramble away from them against the wall, but he must have a death wish, because he actually laughed in their face! “Yeah, that’s right!” His voice was awfully confident for someone cowering away. “I know your dirty little secret, you fucking grounder. Your general and lieutenant had a lot to say about the Elephant of Caocin, the traitor of Tri— whatever the fuck your clan is called—”

“Murphy!” Clarke warned.

“—the scum of the Earth with five drops of ink across their cheek!”

Kova lunged forward, fist colliding across Murphy’s cheek in a satisfying punch. They would have thrown another if it weren’t for two arms linking under their armpits and dragging them away, even as they thrashed and cursed and kicked their legs. Murphy barked out a laugh, even with his cheek bright red and bleeding and his eye already swelling.

“Let. Go!” They hurtled their body away and pressed their hand against the wall, leaning for support, their breaths coming in quick short successions. They had been dragged behind a wall, a barrier between them and Murphy.

They felt the weight of a hand on their shoulder blade, the warmth seeping through their clothes. “…hey.”

“What, Bellamy.” They snapped, but they didn’t reject the touch.

“Murphy’s a dick—”

“Yeah, no shit.”

“—and he’ll do anything to get a rise out of someone.” Bellamy continued as if he hadn’t been interrupted. “I don’t know what that shit was about, but don’t forget we’re here for Octavia.”

Their jaw and hand clenched, but Kova nodded, pushing themselves off the wall. They used the back of their hand to scrub their nose and sniffed before rising to their full height. “Right. You’re right. Octavia first.”

He pulled his hand away, and for a second too long, Kova wished he hadn’t. They shook their head and made their way back, shoulders tense. They snatched a group of tongue depressors from one of the tables and brushed past Octavia and Clarke, despite the girls' soft protests. Crouching in front of Murphy, who scrambled away from them, they said, “Open your mouth.”

“Why, will you torture me just like your little friends?” The boy sneered, but his voice wavered in fear.

“No. I need to see if you’ve gotten to the peak of the virus. Open your mouth.”

“Murphy, just let Kova check it out.” Clarke said as she checked Octavia’s throat with a flashlight.

“Since when were you friends with the grounders? Let alone scum like them.” Murphy tried cutting Kova with his words, only to be disappointed that they didn’t respond. Instead, they counted the tongue depressors in their hands and tied them up.

Clarke also ignored him with a roll of her eyes and explained Octavia’s evaluation. “Okay, we’re done here. No visible signs of swelling or bleeding.”

“So you’re saying she doesn’t have it?” Bellamy asked.

While the three talked, Murphy spat in Kova’s face. Luckily for them, they had a feeling he was planning on doing something incredibly stupid and had closed their eyes and mouth just in time.

Three audible gasps came from behind the two. Kova could hear Bellamy’s heavy boots stepping close.

To the trio's surprise, Kova wiped their face calmly with their hand and opened their eyes. No one expected the resounding smack across his face, the palm of their hand striking where they had punched him before, strong enough to send him sprawling across the floor.

He sat up, holding his cheek with a groan, and just as he opened his mouth to curse them out, Kova crudely stuck the stacked and tied tongue droppers between the right side of his teeth, forcing his jaw open. Murphy’s eyes widened in panic, and just as his hands scrambled to take the object out of his mouth, Kova grabbed both his wrists in one hand and held him down.

“Clarke.” The three sky people had never heard Kova’s voice so… frigid before. “Come here.”

Clarke glanced between the Blake siblings, unsure, before she approached slowly.

Kova took the flashlight and pointed it to various areas of Murphy’s mouth. “See here? The gums and uvula are always the first to swell, and so does the back of the throat. But since he already vomited, the swelling of the throat and uvula go down first. His gums might bleed, but otherwise, he’s well past the peak already. Not surprising, since he’s patient zero. You should find something similar with the others infected.”

They returned the flashlight and released Murphy’s hands. He tried pulling the tongue depressors out to no avail. He had the nerve to glare at Kova.

“I’m sure you wouldn’t want the scum of the Earth touching you, right?” The sneer they sent him was no less than pure vengeance.

Clarke passed them a bottle of alcohol and a rag. They thanked her and wiped down their hands and their face. “Is there a cure?” The sky leader asked.

A shake of Kova’s head brought all their shoulders down in distraught. “The only cure is natural selection. The virus can rapidly evolve if there were enough people, but since there’s less than a hundred people here, we don’t have to worry about its evolution. If Murphy is already getting better, than it'll take two to three days for the virus to fully pass the camp.”

“So we just wait it out?” Octavia asked.

“Essentially, yes. Until everyone clears up.”

”Bellamy, do you want to stop the spread or not?” Clarke referred to the conversation and him were having before. She rubbed a finger into the side of her temple, trying to sooth the headache forming. The idea of quarantine was difficult in such a small space, but they would have to manage.

His gaze fell over Octavia. “She’ll get sick just being here.”

“Look, I’ll keep her on the third level with the other people who aren’t symptomatic just yet. Think of it as a way to stop her from sneaking out again.”

“Screw you, Clarke.”

Kova snorted. Octavia sent them a weak hearted glare.

Bellamy pointed behind his shoulder with his thumb. “I have to get the others to work on the wall. There might be another retaliation soon. Stay safe.” He looked at Kova. “You… We’ll have a talk later.”

Oh. Oh no. Their eyes widened ever so slightly. A resigned sigh passed their lips. “Yeah, sure, whatever.” Kova tugged the bottom of their shirt to wipe their face again. “If this is settled, I’ll go clean up and bring separate water for you guys.”

It wasn't a complete lie. They were going to get them water, after they get their weapons from whichever tent the invaders hid them in.

The two left the dropship together.

Just as Octavia placed a hand on the ladder, ready to head up in isolation, a hand stopped her.

Clarke leaned against the ladder, all her energy disappearing. “Octavia, wait. I need you to sneak out again.”

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So Octavia snuck out on Clarke’s orders. She was a bit peeved that Clarke didn’t trust Kova—

(Although Clarke said “It’s not that I don’t trust them, but they can’t be our only source. Lincoln might know something they don’t.” But Octavia knew that was probably bullshit.)

—but at least this meant she could see Lincoln again. She just wished it was under better circumstances.

As soon as she arrived at the entrance of Lincoln’s home, she didn’t bother knocking and walked down the stairs and called out his name a few times. He had already been waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs. He hurriedly lifted the sides of her hair.

It took her a moment to realize what he was doing. Realization crossed over her face, and she couldn’t help but step away from him. “You knew.

It wasn’t a question.

His jaw clenched ever so slightly. “I tried to tell you, but you never came.“

“You were too late. I found the kid your people sent to infect us.” Octavia hissed out. “My people are dying, Lincoln. Clarke sent me here for a cure.”

“There is no cure.” His eyebrows creased. “Did Kova not tell you?”

Octavia’s shoulders slumped. “Yes, but Clarke wanted to know if you knew something they might not.” Anger bubbled inside her throat once more. “Wait, so you were just going to let my people die? You were going to let me die?”

“The sickness passes quickly.” Lincoln defended himself. “There are a few who are immune. We just use it to soften the battlefield. I’m not surprised you are one of the strong.” He placed a hand on her shoulder in pride, only for hurt to flash in his eyes when she pulled away from him.

“Battlefield? What are you talking about?”

“The warriors are attacking at first light.”

“You have to help me save them.”

“I can’t! I’ve tried already, and now my sibling is a fugitive and my people think we’re both traitors.”

“Why, because of the bridge? You were just trying to make peace!”

“It… It wasn’t just the bridge.”

Octavia looked down, recalling what Murphy had been rambling about before. “The boy — Murphy — he called Kova the Elephant of… cao-something. What was…” The question died on her lips at the look of horror across Lincoln’s face. “Lincoln?”

A shaky sigh passed his lips. “He what? How did he know?”

“He said a lieutenant and a general talked about them — that they were the scum of the Earth or something. Lincoln,” she placed a hand on his cheek, encouraging him to look at her. “What was that about?”

He leaned into her soft touch. “It doesn’t matter anymore.” He changed the subject abruptly. “I’m leaving, Octavia. Soon. I want you to come with me and Kova.”

She dropped her hand in shock. “To where?”

“There’s a clan - east to the sea, then across it. They’re allies of the woods but they’ll take us in, I personally know the leader. I’ve already sent a message to her asking for a safe passage.”

For her whole life she was stuck in the Ark underneath that cramped space and then stuck in a cell just for being born only until a few weeks ago. But now she had the opportunity to travel around the Earth freely? The idea was almost tempting. But thinking of her brother and her friends, she hesitated. “I… I can’t just let my brother get killed.”

“There’s nothing you can do about that now.”

“I can warn them.”

By the Gods, she was stubborn. It was one of the many traits he loved about her, but not at this moment. “Octavia, they will kill you. If you’re there at dawn—”

“I won’t.” She took a step back, heading towards the stairs. “Just wait for me here. I’m coming with you.”

“…wait.” Lincoln held her wrist with enough strength to make her pause, but gentle enough that she could break free if she wished. That was one of the many things she loved about him — he rarely grabbed her, nor did he try to manhandle her like others.

She leaned forward, placing a quick kiss on the side of his mouth, but then he turned his head, and the kiss deepened just for a moment until Octavia reluctantly broke it off first. “I’m coming back to you.”

“…I know.”

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[girlwithaleftoverchristmastree]

I had my hair finally cut today

It’s been a long time coming since my hair had been growing undistrubed for two years now. It’s been the longest I’ve ever had it, brushing against my waist, getting caught up in bags, coats, trees, generally everything.

The first strand falling to the ground was the one that i couldn’t get out of the branches of the sour cherry tree, that early summer night we wandered the streets stealing fruit from the neighbouring trees. It’d been raining all day, my head was full of stormy thoughts and my hair of leaves and raindrops, as my friend saved me from the grasp of the branches. We ran with full bags of stolen sour fruit, hiding in dark bushes and laughing histerically as we reached the forest.

The second strand kept blocking my view and couldn’t brush it out off my face as we raced through the valley on the mountain train. My hair was dancing frantically in the wind, the dust shimmering in the august sun, my friends chatter blending with the monotonic noise of the train and the rustling of the leaves.

I won’t miss the third strand really, it was almost as pathetic on my head as on the floor of the hairdresser’s. It soaked up all my failure tasting tears throughout the long weeks of quarantine. It couldn’t hide my shame, sticking to my wine stained lips, stucking between the corner of the room and my arched back.

The fourth and fifth strand were all filled with the golden rays of sunrises and sunsets we witnessed with my sister, wrapped up in blankets on the pier or dancing in baggy sweaters on the fields.

I quitely kept counting the strands as the scissors worked around my head. All the hours spent swimming in the lake. Unwashed, stressful messy bun during finals week. Sweaty ponytail in the national park at the end of the trip. Messed up strands after an alcohol and laughter-filled night. 

My head is a lot now lighter even though my hair is still way below my shoulders. The warm memories and lovable chaos of the summer are gone, but the chilly autumn days are here instead. My desk and my brain is still organised, and as the wind messes up my new hairstlye I feel almost ready for october.