#posts I created while off my meds

[zee-has-commitment-issues]

Gay Thot Dads who are watching their Gay Son fight their Thot Son:

[inkskinned]

it's easier to apply for jobs than ever! so what if you lost your insurance, anyone can get a job these days, even without meds. everyone is hiring! there's a "good employee" shortage!

well you just need to revamp your resume, here's a paid app subscription that can read it for you. rewrite the cover letter they won't read. google jobs in my area and then scrawl through Monster/Indeed/worbly. did you want to save the search? this was posted 98 days ago. over 1 billion applicants! this position is trending.

jobs i actively like doing and get paid for. your search returned no results. easy-apply with HireSpin! easy apply with SparkFire! easy apply with PenisFlash! with a few short clicks, get your information stolen.

watch out! the first 98 links on google are actually scams! they're false postings. oopsie. that business isn't even hiring. that other one is closed permanently. find one that looks halfway legit, google the company and the word "careers". go to their page. scroll past brightly-lit diversity stock photo JOIN US white sans serif. we are a unique, fresh, client-focused stock value capitalism. we are committed to excellence and selling your soul on ebay. we are DRIVEN with POWER to INNOVATE our greed. yippee! our company has big values of divisive decision making, sucking our dicks, and hating work-life balances. our values are to piss in your mouth. sign here and tell us if you have gender issues so we can get ahead of the sexual harassment claim. are you hispanic although let's be real we threw out the resume when we saw your last name.

sign up to LinkHub to access updates from this company. make a HirePlus account to apply. download the PoundLink app. your account has been created, click the link we sent you in 15 minutes. upload that resume. we didn't read the resume, manually fill in the lines now. what is your expected pay grade. oh actually we want hungry people, not people driven by a salary. cut a zero off that number, buddy, this is about opportunity, and we need to be thrifty. highest level of education. autofill is glitching. here is an AI generated set of questions. what is your favorite part of our sexy, sexy company. how do you resolve conflict. will you get our company logo tattooed on your person. warning: while our CEO is guilty of wage theft, we will absolutely refuse to hire a nonviolent felon.

thank you for your interest at WEEBLIX. we actually already filled this position internally. we actually never had that posting. we actually needed you to have 9 years of experience and since you have 10 years we think it might be too many? we'll be texting you. we'll email you. we'll keep your resume. definitely absolutely we won't just completely ignore you. look at your phone, there's already a spam text from Bethany@stealyouridentity. they're hiring!

wait, did you get an interview? well that's special, aren't you lucky. out of 910 jobs you applied to, one answered, finally. and funny story! actually the position isn't exactly as advertised, we are looking for someone curious and dedicated. it's sort of more managerial. no, the pay doesn't change - you won't have any leadership title. now take this 90 minute assessment. in order to be a dog groomer, we need you to explain cell biology. in order to be a copyeditor, write a tiny dissertation about the dwindling supply of helium on the planet. answer our riddles three. great job! we just need to push this up to Tracy in HR who will send it to Rodney who is actually in charge. and then of course it's jay's decision and then greg will need to see you naked and if you survive you'll be given a drug test and a full anal examination.

and of course you'll be hungry this whole time, aren't you, months and months of the same shit. months of no insurance, no meds, no funding, barely able to afford the internet and the phone and the rent - all things you need in order to even apply for our thing. but do it again! do it again and again and again, until you flip inside out and turn into a being of pure dread!

you're not hired yet because you're lazy. there's over one million AI-generated hallucinated jobs in your area. don't worry. with zipruiter, hiring and firing is easier than ever. sign up. stay on-call.

in the meantime, little peon - why don't you just fucking suffer.

[wheeboo]

seventeen and their reaction to you after wisdom teeth surgery

PAIRING. seventeen (o13) x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, crack/humour, established relationship WARNINGS. mention of wisdom teeth removal, mention of surgery, mention of blood and gauze, mention of IV sedation WORD COUNT. 1.1k

notes: it would be day 1 post-op of my wisdom teeth surgery as of the posting of this. ik everyone's experience is different but i was given IV sedation for my procedure and it was literally like coming up from a nap istg HAHA. i've been quite literally devastated that i cant eat anything so i've decided to make this lol for funsies to cope i hope u all enjoy!!!

choi seungcheol

becomes your knight in shining armour literally. holds your hand while they stick the IV in your arm, insists to stay and watch over you but then the oral surgeon kicks him out of the room LMAO. when the surgery is done, he's literally picking you up bridal style all the way into the car and pampers and spoils you so hard for the rest of your recovery :(( he hates seeing his precious baby in so much pain. you'd wake him up in the middle of the night to take your medicine and he always makes sure to stay by your side

yoon jeonghan

ngl mfer would probably be laughing at you 💀 they'd wheel you up all the way to his car, still loopy from the anesthesia and numbing stuff. you end up saying something like "woww, the skies are sooo blue," and he'd just say "if you look closer, there's unicorns in the sky," and you're like "REALLY??????????" nonetheless he'd still be very very caring, just be aware of him talking about what food he should eat for dinner and you're glaring at him with your tiny cup of applesauce

joshua hong

just the SWEETEST, and maybe a bit of a tease as well (unsurprisingly), and def isn't secretly recording your cute moments to show you later on since you won't really remember. he'd be like "yeah, you told me you wanted to marry me on the ride back home." pushes back your hair and gives you the softest smile ever when you wake up from the anesthesia, and you couldn't help but mumble something about him looking like an angel who came down from heaven

wen junhui

he would be so amused by everything you're saying post-surgery. will be giggling alongside you at the most nonsensical things. due to the numbing you'd mumble something about how your tongue is gone, and he'd just gasp, "WHERE DID IT GO?" then immediately goes to reassure you, "wait, wait, it's still there, don't worry." will very much be doting on you the entire day, constantly promising to cook your favourite meals for you when you're finally able to

kwon soonyoung

man is a combination of hyping you and up and being in constant panic mode. he'd be cheering for you so happily after getting through the surgery, but by the time you're in the car and start mumbling nonsense, he'd be so so confused, trying to figure out what you're saying. you'd say like "i want jdsfklsjfd" with the bloody gauze and he's like "??????" is constantly reviewing over the oral surgeon's notes and googling stuff just to be extra safe. would try to make soup but somehow burns it?

jeon wonwoo

quietly yet determined. he always makes sure to take your pain meds on time, always helps spoon feed you and give water when you need it, always lets you hold onto him when you're uncomfortable. would be silently amused by your silly antics, to be honest. feels bad that you aren't able to eat but is constantly reassuring you with kisses to the head that you'll be better soon, running his hands through your hair until you doze off

lee jihoon

appears unfazed but honestly he might be freaking the freak out, constantly watching over you like a hawk. hates seeing you in pain and uncomfortable and wants to do everything he can just to make you not feel that way. pours all his love and care into creating soft meals that you're able to eat. you can tell him "jihoonie, it hurts :(" and he's absolutely melting. would definitely give you a little sigh and eye roll when you say something all groggily, but still loves it of course

xu minghao

is very patient and literally prepared everything beforehand. he has all the foods lined up for you to eat, all the meds scheduled at the right time you'd need to take them, your bed and pillows already adjusted to the right level. has all the herbal teas ready to help you relax. in the car, you'd ask him for a kiss and he's like "my love, the doctor said i can't give you one," and you give him a big old pout. he won't be able to help himself, and plants a kiss to your knuckles instead. overall, he's just very gentle eugh

kim mingyu

mother mode: activated. baby talks you the whole time, even when you're just loopily staring at him like "??????" carries you to the car if you're too weak to walk with your arms wrapped around his neck and legs wrapped around his torso, tucks you in with five blankets and five pillows propped to level your body, and brings you all the softest foods he can find. insists on feeding you even though you can do it yourself. honestly probably insists on doing almost everything for you: helping you eat, putting cold/warm compresses to your face, anything

lee seokmin

he's laughing. so much. but also giving you a cute little forehead kisse every few minutes. you wake up from the anesthesia and he's grinning so hard at you because you look so cutely dazed and confused, blinking up at him like he's some sort of a divine being (which he is, honestly). you probably say something like "wowwww you're soo handsome," and the dental assistants tell you that he's your boyfriend, causing you to be shocked, and he would just absolutely melt

boo seungkwan

oh my baby is loud but loving. he's wheeling you out of the office and going, "oh my god, my poor baby, you did so well!!" and immediately starts recording when you say something dumb. the moment you start whining, he's all over you omfg, fussing about your comfort, adjusting your pillows, and if you refuse to take your meds he'd be nagging your ass. if you start crying about not eating real food, he's crying with you honestly

vernon chwe

of course he's very chill but is very entertained and also kinda worried for you. probably records funny moments of you to send to the svt groupchat and keep in his memories to show you later on. always looks out for the little signs you might be in pain, and would fetch your meds and some water wordlessly. the first thing he'd get you after surgery would be a milkshake or smoothie, but insists to take the first sip to make sure "it's safe" (he just wanted an excuse to taste it)

lee chan

super caring but also the type to play along with anything you say. if you go "the ceiling is moving," he just gasps and goes, "no way! it is!" but of course he's really gentle with you, carefully buckling your seatbelt and rubbing your back when you get frustrated about not being able to eat solid food. might also carry you piggyback style if you're still out of it from the anesthesia. when you nap, he stays close by just in case you need anything

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[withahappyrefrain]

Ok hear me out. I just saw your 60 Meet Cutes list and, I know you already technically kind of wrote a fic about Bob being high off his meds after a training exercise puts him in the hospital. But I saw #5) A is a doctor/nurse treating B for an injury, but B won't stop flirting, and all I can think of is Bobby high of his rocker following an injury/surgery after a training exercise gone wrong and all he keeps doing is flirt with his doctor. And the dagger squad was visiting him post-surgery and they’re all cackling from the normally quiet Bob rizzing up his doctor. And then maybe that’s how he meets his wife 😂

Working at the Naval Medical Center meant several things.

One, there would always be patients. Whether it was the soldiers themselves or their family. Primary care, immediate care, your workplace did it all.

Second, no injury was too abnormal. A patient’s needs could range from needing a sling due to falling in the middle of bootcamp to delivering a baby.

Third and most importantly, don’t fall for a patient. The chances of them being married were high, plus it made things complicated.

You were doing a great job at following all three. Until today.

Lieutenant Commander Robert Floyd was a WSO for the Navy. He and his pilot had to eject from their jet during training due to a bird strike. While he got out of the jet okay, it was the landing that got him. His left arm was definitely sprained and he had a fractured rib. Combined with all the bruising that littered his left side, needless to say he was in a lot of pain. Thankfully, he didn’t need surgery, but he did need quite the cocktail of pain medication.

No amount of bruising could hide his handsome face. It was the first thing you noticed when you walked into his room. His long lashes fanned his face. Faded freckles scattered across his face and neck, like constellations. You had seen him before, visiting other pilots and checking in on their family members. Even spoke to him a few times when he asked how they were doing. But never anything in depth.

When he was first brought in, he was barely conscious. You had explained to him what was happening, that they were putting him under to do a full body inspection. He had looked up at you with those big blue eyes and God, he was just so cute. You could admire how cute a patient was, nothing wrong with that, right?

At the sound of the door opening, his eyelids fluttered open, revealing eyes bluer than sapphires.

“Hi Mr. Floyd. Are you doing alright?” Your voice was lithe and gentle, he was still waking up after all. He mumbled something in response.

“What was that Mr. Floyd?” Moving closer, you hoped you could hear him better. It totally wasn’t to admire how cute he was. No, not at all.

“’m Bob,” His words were slow, but clearer, “Mr. Floyd’s my dad.”

“Bob it is,” you couldn’t help but giggle, “I’m just checking in on you, see if the medication is working. I’m going to help you sit up, alright?”

Bob nodded, his eyes never leaving your face. Placing your chart down on the nightstand, you gingerly helped him sit up, just enough to do your job.

“This is an important day f’me,” there was a slight twang, complimenting the richness of his voice.

“Oh really now?” Already, you were creating a list of possibilities; birthday, partner’s birthday, anniversary-

“Yeah. Not every day you’re touched by an angel,” a soft, droopy smile graced his face as he looked up at you.

Oh.

It was far from the first time a patient had flirted with you. But it was the first time it had sent a warm rush throughout your body.

“That’s um, very kind of you Mr. Floyd-”

“Bob,” he corrected.

“That’s very kind of you Bob. But I’m no angel. I’m actually about to do some things that may hurt,” you warned.

Bob was quite coherent while you checked his vitals. He answered all your questions with great ease, even had some questions for you. It felt more like a first date than checking a patient-

No, you couldn't think like that.

“Alright Bob, it's time to check your injuries. Let me know if any of the places I touch cause me pain,” you warned.

His brows furrowed in concern, “But I…I haven't taken you out to dinner yet.”

Holy shit, he was darling.

You began at his shoulders. He watched your nimble fingers move about. “You don’t have a ring,” he stated. Probably should have asked that before referencing taking you on a date but again. Meds.

“Um no, I don’t.” Usually pain medication would cause some patients to be blunt, to make odd statements. Usually, you could ignore it and continue on with your responsibilities.

“Well that’s stupid. How has someone not married you yet?” Just ignore him, just keep working.

“Well,” you laughed nervously, “That is a whole can of worms that I doubt you want open. Does it hurt here Bob?”

“No. But how has someone not married you yet? You’re so sweet and smart and patient, also funny too. I still laugh when I think about how you told Jake to sit down and shut up a few months ago. What am I not getting?”

“Well,” you sighed, “For starters, I work long and unusual hours.”

“So do I,” He replied. His body was deceivingly muscular, smooth and firm. Not even a hospital gown could hide it and holy crap, that was so inappropriate.

“So as a result, not a lot of people see me as dateable. I also just moved to the area less than a year ago and it’s been hard finding people,” you confessed, trying to swallow the bitter pill as you moved to his arms. It was easier since you had his huge biceps to focus on.

“Well, those people are stupid. If you care about someone, you’d make it work.”

“I wish more people thought like that. How is it here? Any pain?” You slightly dug your fingers into his sides, watching his face for any reaction. Bob Floyd either had a high pain tolerance or he was high as balls. You guessed it was the latter, given how he could barely shake his head.

“Is there any part of your body that’s in pain Bob?” You asked, fighting the urge to push back the strands of sandy brown hair that had fallen over his forehead. Bob nodded and grabbed your hand. He placed it over his heart.

“Your-your heart?” Panic rose in your voice, if he was experiencing pain in his chest, that meant you needed to alert the cardiologist and the-

“Doesn’t so much as hurt. Just starts beating real fast whenever I see you. I also forget how to breathe when I see ya too, but I know that’s due to your beauty,” He explained, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

Without breaking eye contact, he brought your hand up to his mouth and kissed your wrist. His lips were soft and warm. You were a goner. Yes, it was all slightly cheesy and it totally worked. You prayed he couldn’t tell that you were flustered, that your body felt warm all over, that butterflies were exploding in your stomach.

“Since when the fuck do you have game Bobby?” You were thankful for the voice that interrupted. Turning around, you saw a group of pilots standing at the doorway, holding cards and flowers.

“Um, are you friends of Lieutenant Floyd?” Even your voice was shaky, the professional composure that always got you compliments in med school now completely gone.

“We’re friends, and I apologize for my coworker’s outburst,” You recognized the mustached pilot, having seen him a few months ago when his wife delivered their first child. Lieutenant Bradshaw.

“Oh please, I know you’re just as shocked as I am to see Bob finally making a move on the woman he’s been crushing on for months,” The blonde pilot retorted, completely oblivious to the glares he was receiving from the other pilots.

“I said I was waiting for the right time!” Bob hadn’t let go of your hand, “I know it should have been sooner. I’m sorry.”

“Um, Lieutenant Floyd isn’t ready for visitors yet. Could you please move to the waiting area?” Letting go of Bob’s hand caused him to form an adorable pout with his pink lips.

Once the group has gotten out of your hair, you look around the room, frazzled. Grabbing his chart, you began checking things off.

“Alright, minimal pain though we’ll check again later when your medication has worn off. Heart rate is normal, as is your blood pressure and-”

“I'm sorry,” looking up, there was Bob with a concerned expression written all over his face.

“Oh Mr. Floyd, you're fine. I know you're on a lot of different medications and that causes people to act-”

“I shouldn't have waited so long to talk to you. Was just so nervous because you're so beautiful and kind.”

Good lord, this man was going to be the death of you. The fact he was so sweet, so endearing when he said all these things. It didn't feel sleazy, it felt genuine.

But it couldn't be that. It was due to the medicine. So you'd just have to play along.

“Don't worry about it Bob. There's always tomorrow. Or, in your case, three days after tomorrow.” The comment got a laugh out of Bob, revealing a melodic giggle.

“You mean it? I can ask you out after I rest?” His eyes were now full of hope and excitement.

Nodding, you decided to not add if you remember it. Once the pain medication had worn off, Bob wouldn't remember a thing.

But his friends mentioned a crush that had been developing long before today.

Maybe…..

*************

“I am so sorry.”

You stopped dead in your tracks, surprised to find Bob sitting up in the hospital bed, face redder than a tomato.

“Um, good morning Bob! How are we feeling today?” You walked over to the bed, looking at his vitals.

“Mortified. The way I acted towards you yesterday was so…..God, I'm so embarrassed,” he buried his face into his hands, “If I've- scratch that, I know I offended you yesterday. I made you so uncomfortable and I'm so sorry.”

You thought about his friends’ words, what they said when you came out of the room.

“Yeah, he’s usually not that….bold. But honestly, good for him, he’s been pining after you for months.”

“Without all those meds, he’s still sweet. Just not as talkative.”

Bob continued to ramble, failing to notice how you were using the clipboard to hide a huge grin, “My momma would be so ashamed of me right now. My sisters would be smacking me upside the head. You’re a doctor and a darn good one at that and I just acted like such a…..why are you smiling?”

“Because I think you’re cute. Like super, incredibly cute. I've thought that ever since I saw you here four months ago to check on Lieutenant Garcia.” Your confession made Bob's eyes widen.

“And I was hoping that after you’ve had your three days of mandated rest, maybe we could go out to dinner?” You paused, “Now that I think about it, we should wait four to five days. I’d feel really bad if I caused a patient to reinjure himself.”

A slightly crooked and small smile appeared on Bob’s face, “Do you like Italian food?”

[growandrecover]

From one burnt out student to another

This semester has been an absolute nightmare for me, so welcome to the resulting post where I try to help other people who are in the same boat!

How about we run through a quick list together, okay?

Unclench your jaw, relax your shoulders, relax your face, unclench your fists

Are you sitting in the shape of a C right now? *hitting you with a broom* straighten your back out!!

Maybe get up and stretch while you're at it!

Have you taken your meds today? If not, go get 'em.

Have you eaten enough today? Coffee/energy drinks are not a meal!!

What have you eaten today? Do you need to get something to snack on?

Have you had any water today?

Do you need to rest? There is NO shame in taking a nap or relaxing. If someone does shame you, send them my way

How long has it been since you moved from where you are right now? Maybe move to another room if you can.

How long has it been since you looked away from your screen? Take a little 5-10 minute break to rest your eyes :)

How long has it been since you've showered? (No shame in this one either, it's okay if you can't do it. You're not judged here.)

Do you need to get into some fresh, comfy clothes?

If the weather in your area will allow it, can you open a window or go sit outside?

Affirmations:

My grades do not define me

I am more than a grade/a gpa

I am allowed to make mistakes

I am allowed to rest

Taking breaks is necessary for my well being

This semester/school year will not last forever

It's okay to take time for myself

I do not need to be productive all the time

I am capable

I am smart

I do not need to perform to perfection all the time

My mental/physical/spiritual/emotional health is more important than school

It is okay to ask for help

Asking for help does not make me weak or less capable

Assignments should not be valued over sleep/food/self care

If you have the energy, maybe try some of these:

Reach out to a friend/family member/mutual

Change your sheets

Take your trash out

Pick stuff up off the floor if there is anything

Do your dishes/run the dishwasher

Do a load of laundry/put any clothes away

Journal

Schedule any needed doctor's/dentist's/therapy appointments

Leave your home for a little bit

Go do something you enjoy

Create something

Go for a walk

Cook your favorite meal

You are doing amazing, and I'm so proud of you. You can and will get through this. You're not alone <3

As always, please feel free to reach out or send me an ask if you need someone to talk to!

[a-babe-without-a-name]

Sit Next To Me

Chapter 8: Happy Halloween, By The Way.

You had created two rules for yourself.

Rule One: You could do whatever you wanted. Get the degree you want, party when you want, cancel plans when you want, love who you want. Whatever you really wanted to do, you were going to do, anxiety and guilt free.

Rule Two: You could do whatever you wanted, except for have relationships with classmates. No sex, no dating. If they were on the same course roster as you, they were off limits.

Easy enough, right?

…Right?

Viktor x Female!Reader - 18+

A.N. Sorry for the long wait! Been busy, but I really really love this chapter. Slight content warnings on Ao3. Also! If you haven't heard, Nat made a discord server for all of us Viktor Freaks to chat, here is the link to the post. Join us! It's fun :) (18+ only)

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The days only got colder. Every morning Viktor could feel the pressure dropping. The ache in his joints forcing him to lie in bed just a little longer with each passing day. He knew he should be used to how the weather affected his body, yet still he was never really prepared for winter. In his defense, there really wasn’t much he could do aside from upping his meds and scheduling more frequent steroid injections. So, in the winter he suffered a little more than during the rest of the year, and vowed to move somewhere that would never drop below 7℃ as soon as he could. 

Viktor flexed his calf, testing his pain level before lifting it off of the pillow he kept under his knee while he slept. Luckily, not bad today. It was going to be a long one, and he was glad he had the foresight to take extra care yesterday. Using his sturdiest crutch, keeping himself hydrated on something other than coffee, and even making time to do the P.T. that he tends to let fall to the wayside. With a groan he sat up, pulling his legs into a butterfly position and leaning forward. The back of his hip gave a pop as he stretched and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. Across the room, Rio was slithering up the side of her tank, bumping her nose against the glass. Viktor laughed softly as he finally stepped out of bed, slipping his glasses on before stretching his arms up over his head one last time.

“Dobré ráno, Rio,” He padded over to her tank, crouching down to look at her closer, “Nemáš hlad?”

After pulling on a pair of sweatpants and a -maybe clean- t shirt, Viktor made his way out to the kitchen. Cait and Vi were sitting at the kitchen bar, sharing a plate of eggs. Today's newspaper was opened in front of Cait, the comic page pulled and handed over to Vi. Jayce was leaning against the counter, arms crossed and eyes closed as he waited for coffee to finish brewing.

“Morning, V,” Jayce said, not opening his eyes.

“Morning,” Viktor snorted a laugh, “You good, man?”

“I have a paper due tonight, but I panicked and thought it was due this morning,” He dragged a hand down his face, “Didn’t finish until three this morning.” 

“That’s rough,” Viktor grimaced, “Are you going to be able to make it all night tonight?”

“Mel will kill me If I don’t,” She had easily convinced him to host a halloween party. It was most likely going to be the biggest party the Rune Street house had ever hosted, which was only slightly intimidating, “My afternoon class was canceled so the prof. could take his kids trick-or-treating. I’ll try to sleep a little bit before we start setting up.”

“Good plan,” Viktor agreed, opening up the fridge and pulling out the opaque container holding Rio’s defrosted breakfast.

“You’re still planning to be sober tonight, right?” Cait asked him, looking over the top of her newspaper. As the European roommates who had very little interest in Halloween, Cait and Viktor had offered to be the ones to stay sober during the party.

“Yeah,” Viktor nodded, opening up the container and double checking that the plastic bag holding the mouse was still sealed tightly. He turned on the tap, adjusting the temperature until it was suitable.

“Fucking gross,” Vi grimaced, catching sight of the rodent, “Do you have to do that in the kitchen?”

“Last time I checked, I pay rent and you do not,” Viktor raised an eyebrow at her, filling the container until the bagged mouse was submerged in warm water, “I’ll do whatever I’d like in my kitchen, thank you.”

Vi scowled at him, canting her voice up and mockingly repeated his words, “It’s still gross dude, it’s a dead animal.”

“Violet.” Viktor deadpanned, “What do you think a steak is? Hm? Is that not also a dead animal?”

“It’s different,” She insisted, raising her shoulders, “Cait, tell him it’s different.”

“I mean, technically it’s not…” Cait pursed her lips, giving an apologetic look to her girlfriend.

Viktor gave her a triumphant little ‘hmph’ before turning around to make himself a cup of coffee. He pulled a mug out of the cabinet, handing one over to Jayce as well. Jayce took his black and Viktor took his ‘girly’ as Jayce liked to say. He didn’t care very much, he’d rather have caffeine that tasted like cinnamon and honey instead of a stale cigarette. When he was done making up his coffee, he set it to the side to finish preparing Rio’s meal.

He poured the water out, satisfied with the temperature of the mouse, and headed back to his room. Not before flicking a few drops of water off his hands towards Vi, making her yelp as hurried back to his door before she could come after him. He set his coffee to the side and began gathering what he needed to feed Rio. 

He opened the bag, doing his best to avoid breathing through his nose, and used a pair of tongs to place the little carcass into Rio’s tank. 

“Jedna myš, jen pro vás,” He muttered, bending over and watching as she began to find the right angle to pull the mouse into her mouth, “Ona tu dnes bude. Se tě pokusí navléknout do kostýmu. Bude smutná, že nemůže.” 

With Rio taken care of, Viktor began to get ready for class. Gathering his clothes and finishing his coffee quickly before getting into the shower. 

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When Viktor walked into Heimerdinger’s classroom, early as usual, you were already there. He watched from the doorway for a moment, your head was resting against your folded arms on the table, hair spilling everywhere around you. He’d almost assume you had fallen asleep if it weren't for the way your fingers were tapping out a beat against the table. He sat down in his usual seat next to you and gently lifted a lock of your hair off of your eyes. You blinked up at him, a small smile tugging at your lips.

“Are you okay?” He asked gently, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“Yeah,” You nodded, not moving as his fingers lingered near the side of your face, “Just tired.”

“Hm, you and Jayce both,” Viktor laughed softly, giving in to the urge and placing his hand on the back of your neck, warm from the hoodie you were wearing, “Weren’t you planning to party tonight? How will you do that if you are tired?”

“I don’t want to be tired,” You whined, a pout on your lips. Viktor swallowed hard, playing with the hair at the nape of your neck in an effort to stop thinking about your mouth, “I went to bed super early, but It just made me wake up super early.”

“Ah, I see.” Viktor nodded, leaning down to speak closer to your face, he dropped his voice, “If you’d like to ditch class, I can cover for you?”

You laughed, sitting up as Viktor’s hand fell away, “You’re sweet, but I think I’ll make it.” 

“If you change your mind let me know,” He shrugged, pulling his laptop out and opening it up, “I really don’t think Heimerdinger would care if you left in the middle of a lecture, even”

“You’re probably right,” You agreed, then move your chair closer to him, leaning your chin on his shoulder as he pulled up the class hub on his laptop, “I finished the lab notes by the way.”

“Hm, you were up early,” He scrolled through the finished notes shared between the four of you. He looked at you sideways, pleased with how close you were to him, “Very impressive.”

“You know it babe,” You smirked at him, “Happy halloween by the way. You excited for the party tonight?”

“Hm, happy halloween,” He fought back a smile as he decided to toy with you, “I am, I hear in America girls wear very little clothing for this holiday. I’ll never complain about that.”

You scoffed, sitting up and swatting at his arm as he laughed and tried to dodge you, “You are such a slut,” 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” He put his hands up in defense, “I’m kidding I swear. I actually care very little for the day.”

“That’s worse!” You insisted, gaping at him, “Halloweens like the best ever.”

“Oh is it?” He raised an eyebrow at you, leaning in with a smirk and putting on an exaggerated American girl accent, “Is it like the best ever?”

“I do not sound like that,” You huffed, rolling your eyes and turning away from him, not far enough to hide the smile on your lips from him.

“No, of course you don’t,” He nodded with mock seriousness, leaning back in his chair and throwing his arm over the back of yours.

“Brat,” You muttered as you turned back to him, sitting sideways in your chair and running a finger over the seam on his sweater sleeve, “You’re gonna be there, though, right?”

Your hopeful tone made Viktor’s heart stutter, “Yes, of course. Someone has to make sure the house doesn’t burn down.”

“Booo, are you the sober one tonight?” You complained, pouting at him again.

“Me and Cait, yeah,” He told you, “We don’t really care about halloween, figured it made sense to let the people who do enjoy it more.”

“Two of you?” You raised an eyebrow, “Seems excessive.”

“Eh, Mel said there will probably be a lot more people than usual,” He shrugged, glancing up as a few other students shuffled into the room.

“Yeah, she’s probably right,” You agreed, thinking about past halloween parties you had been to, “Everyone shows up for halloween, even people who usually don’t go to parties. Have fun with that.”

“Ha, yeah, can’t wait,” Viktor rolled his eyes, grimacing slightly before nodding to your abandoned headphones on the table, “What were you listening to?”

“Oh, uh, nothing,” You laughed, red creeping up your cheeks as you tried to brush him off.

“Hm, well now you’ve made me much more curious,” He narrowed his eyes and leaned closer to you, “What were you listening to?”

“Really, you won’t like it,” You insisted, staring him down. In the end he won, making you groan as you gathered up your headphones, handing one over to him, “You won’t like it.”

He put one in his ear and waited, looking at you expectantly to play the music. You resisted for another moment before pressing play on your phone with a sigh. He bit back a surprised sound at the hyperpop music that began to play. Laughing at the first few dirty lyrics of the song.

“Hey, don’t be mean,” You frowned, pausing the music and holding out a hand for the headphone, “I’m tired and trying not to fall asleep.”

“Ah so slutty pop music is what gets you out of bed in the morning?” He teased, relinquishing the headphone back to you.

“Yes, matter of fact, it does,” You huffed, “I should have lied. Should have told you I was listening to Chopin or something.”

“Ah, Chopin doesn’t have quite the same beat,” He pointed out, then when you gave him another exaggerated frown, reached out and placed a cool hand on the back of your neck, squeezing reassuringly, “I’m only joking, milá. I enjoy your music taste, it’s fun,”

“I’m gonna force you to listen to the whole album,” You assured him, nodding seriously, “You’re gonna love Ayesha Erotica by the time I’m done with you.”

“Can’t wait,” He smirked casually, pretending like the idea of you forcing him to do something didn’t thrill him to his core.

-----

As much as he wanted to cling to your side for the rest of the day, he encouraged you to go back to your dorm to sleep. On the slow elevator ride down, you leaned against his chest, eyes closed and breath so even he almost thought you fell asleep standing up. He was afraid to move, worried you’d move away from him. 

“You awake, Mila?” He asked you, smoothing a hand over your hair and glancing up at the floor counter slowly going down.

“Mhm” You hummed, nodding against his chest.

“You better sleep when you get back,” He laughed softly, kneading gently at your shoulder, “instead of sending me fifty instagram reels.” 

You snorted a laugh against his chest, “Hey, you love them.” You pulled away from him as the elevator came to a stop, stepping back fully when the doors slid open. 

As he watched you trudge back towards your own room, Jinx sidled up next to him. She wrapped a lanky arm around his back, pinning his arms to his side. 

“So, tell me, Vicky,” Jinx drawled, holding on tight to his arm as they walked out of the building. Ekko stood slightly behind them, shaking his head. 

“Don’t call me that,” Viktor said instantly, wrinkling his nose at the nickname.

“Are you and her, like, secretly married or something?” She asked bluntly, raising an eyebrow at him

“What? No, you’re ridiculous Jinx, what are you even talking about?” He stumbled through his words, grip tightening on his cane as he tried to break away from her.

“No way, buddy,” Jinx tsked, tightening her grip on his arm, “You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

“I told her not to do this,” Ekko jumped in apologetically from behind it.

“Oh, puh-lease,” Jinx rolled her eyes at her boyfriend, “You want to know just as much as me.”

“There is nothing to know!” Viktor insisted, not meeting Jinx’s eyes, “We are friends. That is all.”

“Is there a different definition of ‘friends’ in Europe or something?” Jinx scoffed, “Because here in America we don’t stare at our friends like we want to fuck them stupid.”

“Ježiši!” Viktor choked out, glancing around nervously at the other students traveling between buildings, “I am not. You are the one with explicit thoughts, clearly.”

“Ok, sure sure,” Jinx nodded, side eyeing him and ignoring the people her shoulder bumps into as she walks, “I mean, I would assume it was just you, but she’s alway looking at you the same way. Those big doe eyes staring up at you, always so close, always touching you. Jeez, I mean, me and Ekko are the ones dating, we should be the gross ones and yet you two can’t keep your angsty puppy love to yourselves.”

“Jinx, we are just friends,” Viktor insisted once again, “Don’t you have class, get away from me.”

“I’m just saying,” Jinx shrugged, “If everyone treated their friends the way you two treat each other, the world would be a much stickier place.”

Ekko muttered a disapproving gross under his breath as she finally set Viktor free. Her giggle at the look on Viktor’s face was nearly maniacal.

-----

While Viktor didn’t relate to the excitement surrounding Halloween, he certainly wasn’t going to rain on anyone else’s parade. He had been shut up in his room doing homework when you arrived at the house with the rest of the girls. Regretfully missing his chance to give you a lingering hello, not realizing you had shown up until he heard your voice traveling through the vents from Cait’s room to his. He was unable to make out words but the tone of your voice as you chattered away with Mel was clear. He leaned his head on his hand, surely looking like a wistful idiot as he clung to the bare threads of your voice. He was almost grateful when someone turned on music upstairs, the pop songs instantly covering up your voice. He had actually hoped to get some of his homework done.

Eventually, as the sun finally dipped below the horizon, a gentle knock on his door pulled him away from the textbook.

“Come in,” He called absentmindedly, not turning his desk chair as he stretched his leg out in front of him, his knee giving a loud pop.

“Why’re you hiding?” You asked from the doorway.

He spun in his chair, finding you half in the doorway. His eyebrows raised at the sight of your makeup, face painted in a soft layer of white with colorful shapes drawn under and above your eyes, bright lipstick extending slightly past the corners of your mouth, and the tip of your nose a sharp red.

“I’m not hiding,” He shook his head, and then, “Are you a clown?”

You laughed, stepping fully into his room to show off the white button up with puffy sleeves  “I’m pretty funny, get it?”

“That is very cute,” Viktor laughed softly, standing up as you walked further into his room.

“Glad you think so,” You smiled, “Can I say hi to Rio?”

“Of course, she ate this morning, so she might be hiding,” Viktor told you as you walked up to her tank, peering in as you searched for her.

“Man, and I was gonna convince you to let me dress her up,” You said, only half joking, giving the snake a silent wave when you found her curled up in the corner.

“Next year,” He told you, resisting the urge to reach out.

“Definitely,” You nodded, then turned to him, tilting your head with a slight frown on your painted lips, “Why aren’t you dressed yet?”

“Eh, I’m not wearing a costume,” He shrugged.

“What! No, that's so lame.” You gasped, eyes wide, “You have to!”

“Why would I? I don’t celebrate Halloween,” Viktor laughed at your dramatic reaction.

“Neither does Cait, but she dressed up,” You pointed out, crossing your arms and pouting at him.

“She dressed up for Vi,” He added, avoiding looking at your mouth per usual.

“And you won’t dress up for me?” There was the killshot. 

“I would, but it’s too late,” He shrugged, trying to resist, “I don’t have anything to wear.”

You hummed, thinking for a moment before cast a hopeful smile at him, “Would you be pretty funny with me?”

“What?” He let out a nervous laugh.

“Let me do your makeup,” You got closer to him, looking up at him with big eyes framed by extra dark lashes as you practically beg, “Please,Vik, please.”

He swallowed hard, then nodded with a sigh, “Yes, mila, whatever you want.”

“Yay! Good!” You practically jumped, grabbing his wrist, and beaming up at him, “You find a white button up and some jeans. Oh, get that shirt you wore when we went to the orchestra, with the detailing on the front! I’ll be right back.” 

You darted out of his room, leaving him with instructions. He dropped his face into his hands and groaned. If he was an immovable object, you were the one unstoppable force that he’d always shatter for. He did as you asked, changing into a pair of jeans and the shirt you chose for him. He knew which one you were talking about. You had complimented it the first time he wore it, smoothed your fingers over the embroidery on the front in a way that sent sparks across his skin.

You returned with a plastic pencil case, shutting the door behind you as you approached him, “Take off the shirt, I don't want to get makeup all over it.”

“Oh, uh, okay,” Viktor nodded, hesitating for a moment before unbuttoning the shirt and slipping it off his shoulders. He hung it on the back of his chair before turning black to you.

You sat on the edge of his bed, patting the spot next to you expectantly. He sat awkwardly, unsure of how you wanted him and hyper aware of the fact that he wasn’t wearing a shirt. 

“Face me,” You told him, opening up your little case to reveal loose makeup products and tools, “Like this.”

You gently guided him to sit with one leg up on the bed, his other leg hanging off, and his torso squared to you. You settled onto your knees, pulling out a couple of plastic butterfly clips and using them to pin his hair away from his face. You leaned in close, face taking up his entire view as you smoothed your fingers over his skin. Viktor suddenly became very self conscious about every mark that may be on his skin. He felt heat rise to his cheeks, breathing slowly through his nose as you watched you study him.

“You have nice skin,” You told him like you could read his mind, point of your thumb swiping over the beauty mark under his eye. 

You leaned back, pulling out a tiny bottle and pumping a clear gooey substance onto the back of your hand. Viktor raised an eyebrow, flinching back slightly when you dabbed some up and went to put it on his face.

“Easy, it’s just primer,” You laughed, “It’s basically nothing, it’ll just keep the makeup from coming off too much. Can I put it on?”

“Yes,” He nodded, going back to watching your face as you rubbed the primer into his skin.

“Did you get any sleep this morning?” He asked you, trying to relax, “After class, I mean.”

“Yes, I’m so glad I took a nap,” You groaned, “I don’t think I’d make it tonight if I didn’t.”

“Good, I’m glad,” He closed his eyes as you brushed your fingers underneath.

“I’m gonna make your face like 3 shades lighter,” You told him, tossing the first bottle into the case and pulling out another, along with a little foam triangle, “Is that okay?”

“Yes, you don’t have to ask,” He scoffed a soft laugh, “Do whatever you’d like with me.”

“Oh, well,” You dropped your voice, leaning in closer to his ear, “Don’t tell me that. You never know what might happen.”

Viktor stiffened, red chasing up his neck and across his bare chest. You giggled at his reaction, leaning back and pouring the pale foundation onto the back of your hand. 

“You are in quite the mood today, aren’t you,” He laughed nervously, flinching when you placed the first dab of makeup, “Hm, cold.”

“Sorry,” You replied to both statements, focused on his face as you covered his blush, laughing softly, “I’m just excited, didn’t mean to take it out on you.”

“No, by all means,” His words muffled by your hand holding his jaw, “Take it out on me.”

“You’re not supposed to encourage me,” You joked, rolling your eyes, “Then I’ll never get this done.” He held his hands up in defense, a silent promise to stay quiet as you work.

You shifted awkwardly on your knees next to him. He could tell you were trying not to ask him to move very much, always cautious about his leg. Your hand on his jaw was soft, guiding his head instead of pulling him around. He wouldn’t have minded, he’d live to be yanked around by you. You adjusted again with a slight frown on your lips as you tried to get a good angle to draw the designs on his face. Nothing was working. Eventually you huffed and pulled away from him. Recapping the eyeliner pen in your hand and standing up off the bed. He looked up at you with a puzzled look.

“Sit back against the headboard for me,” You told him, he didn’t hesitate to move backwards on his bed, wiggling until he was sat where you wanted him.

“Here?” He asked, trying to keep his voice even as he realized what you were about to do.

“Perfect,” You nodded, reaching over and grabbing your makeup case. You set it on the bedside table, and then braced a knee on the bed before swinging your other leg over him. You held yourself up on your knees for a moment, hands on his shoulders. Instinctually his hands went to your hips, steadying you above him. He swallowed hard, staring up at you with a look he knew probably looked stupid, “Is this okay?”

“Ye-yeah, this is fine,” He nodded, clearing his throat, “You can, uh, you can sit down. If you want, it’s fine.”

You settled into his lap, “Tell me if your hip hurts, okay?”

He nodded slowly, hands still on your hips. He gave a reassuring squeeze. You pulled the eyeliner back out, uncapping it and leaning in closer to his face. You placed a hand on his chin, titling his face slightly to the side as you began to work again, clearly more satisfied with this angle.

He watched your face. It was incredible, how enamored he was with you even when you were wearing clown makeup. They way your pupils constricted as you focused on him, dark eyelashes framing perfectly when you’d narrow your eyes slightly. He’d notice when you’d catch the tip of your tongue between your teeth for a moment or you’d pull your hand away quickly if it began to shake. The perfume you were wearing was overwhelming him, fruity and warm and very much you. The same perfume you had left on his bed so many months ago. He was glad you were holding him by the face, it made the urge to shove his face into your neck and breath easier to resist.

When you were finished with the outlines, you sat back and studied him, giving a satisfied little hmph and a pretty smile. You leaned over to the table, lifting your hips off of him for a moment, as you picked out a palette of powdery colors and a brush. When you sat back down, the pressure sent a shock up his spine. 

“Hm, what color do you want?” You weren’t paying attention as you wiggled to adjust yourself, absentmindedly grinding down against him as you asked him questions about color.

His hands landed heavily on your bare thighs. He was holding you still as he closed his eyes and leaned his head back, breathing slowly as he fought against his body, “Please stop moving,” His voice came out breathy and strained.

“Oh,” You gasped, freezing, “Sorry, sorry.” 

“Thank you,” He breathed out, staring up at the ceiling as he tried to catch his breath. 

“Just to be clear,” You said, tilting your head and biting back a smirk. You pressed your hips down, giving the smallest roll that still made him gasp, “You mean moving like this…right?”

“Fuck,” He gasped, head falling back, he groaned your name, “Please don’t”

“Don’t what?” You asked, leaning forward, lips ghosting against his ear as you rocked your hips forward again. You placed a hand over his resting on your thigh, “Stop me if you want.”

A moan fell past his lips as you began to grind down against him, his hands on your thighs neither encouraging or stopping you. You moved one hand to the back of his neck, the other on his waist to steady yourself. Your fingers were cool against his overheated skin. He was half hard, eyes half shut as he looked up at you. The two layers of denim between your heat and his left you unsatisfied, but the dazed look he was sporting made it worth it. 

He groaned, cursing and gripping your hips. Stopping your motion as his forehead tipped against yours, he looked through his lashes at you, pleading, “Don’t make me cum like this, I’m begging you.”

“That’s a fair request,” You nodded, moving backwards just enough to relieve the pressure on his dick. You picked up the palate you had set to the side, popping open the lid and holding it out like you hadn’t just been dry humping him, “Which color? Not red.”

He gaped at you, never prepared for the way you’d switch up on him. He grabbed you by the back of the neck, jolting forward as he pulled you into a kiss. He took the surprised gasp that parted your lips as an opportunity to taste you, tongue slipping against yours with a satisfied hum. You kissed him back once…twice, before pulling away with a gasp. A hand on his chest forcing him away.

“Viktor,” You scolded, panting softly and frowning at him, “What was that?”

“What?” He scoffed, leaning back and smirking at you, “You can ride me through my jeans, but I can’t give you a friendly kiss, that’s not fair.”

“Not when it’s gonna ruin my makeup,” You pouted, a look he wanted to respond to with another kiss.

“Your makeup is fine, mila,” He grabbed his phone from the table and opened the camera, taking a photo of your perfectly unamused face, though you were clearly trying to bite back a smile, he held the photo out to you, “See you look perfect.”

“Hmpf, let me finish, will you?” You rolled your eyes, your blush only visible on the tips of your ears, “Pick a color?”

“Blue,” He told you, smiling as you thanked him dramatically and dipped the brush in the powder, “Brat.”

“Brat.” You both muttered at the same time. You gasped at him, laughing as you swatted him in the chest, “Be nice.”

“Okay, okay.” He succumbed, laughing and holding his hands up in defeat. He leaned back, settling his hands back onto your hips and letting you fill in the shapes on his face “I’ll behave.”

“You better,” You said, leaning in to finish his makeup. Your irritation as false as your eyelashes.

----

“Can I put mascara on you?” You asked, a hopeful edge to your voice, “I think I’m done, but mascara will really finish it off.”

“Don’t blind me,” He answered, giving a warning squeeze to your hips.

“I would never,” You gasped playfully, pulling the tube of mascara out from the bend of your knee, “I like your eyes too much.”

“Was that there the whole time?” Viktor laughed, watching as you unscrewed the cap.

“I put it there earlier,” You shrugged, pulling out the wand, scraping the excess makeup on the edge of the tube, “I wasn’t sure if you’d let me, but just in case. It’s easier to use when it’s warm.” You scoffed a laugh, “Normally I’d stick it in my bra, but that felt a bit forward.”

“Is that a girl thing or a you thing?” He asked you curiously.

“A girl thing for sure,” You assured him, then pressed your thumb above his eye, pulling up gently, “Look down, don’t flinch.”

“Women are so innovative,” He muttered, doing his best not to flinch, “Who taught you how to do that?”

“An older girl at school,” You told him, voice slow as you focused on swiping the makeup on his eyelashes, “Saw her pull her mascara out of her bra in the bathroom during passing period, I’ve done it every day since.”

“Hm, I’m sure there is a very interesting anthropological study that could be done there,” Viktor mused, “Do you walk around with mascara in your bra all the time?”

You laughed, “No, I don’t really touch up my makeup often when I’m not at home. In the morning I stick it in there to warm up while I do the rest of my makeup. That’s if I decide to wear makeup.”

“Do you not wear makeup everyday?” He asked as you released him and switched over to the other eye.

“No, of course not,” You shook your head, sitting back to push the wand into the tube again, “I used to until like halfway through sophomore year. I genuinely can not be bothered anymore.”

“Hm, I thought you wore makeup everyday,” He said, partially to himself.

You finished up with the mascara, pulling it away before giving him a pointed look, “Nah I’m just, like, incredibly gorgeous naturally,” You’re tone was joking as you said it, rolling your eyes as if the statement was ridiculous.

‘You are,’ He thought to himself, ‘God, you are, you are, you are.’

Before he could gush his adoration to you, you sat back, humming to yourself as you looked him over. You tapped the closed tube of mascara against your chin as you thought. He raised an eyebrow, but before he could ask, you gasped, eyes widening as you came to some realization.

“That’s what it is,” You muttered to yourself, dropping the tube into your makeup box and pulling out an eyeliner pencil, then to him, “Wanna see another girl trick?”

He nodded, watching as you pulled a tiny lighter out of the case. You sparked it on, holding the flame below the tip of the pencil until it began to turn shiny as it melted.You gripped his face again, tilting his head to the side and pressing the tip of the pencil to a spot just above his lip. You repeated the motion on the other side of his face, this time just under his eye. His moles, he realized, you were marking where they were beneath the layers of makeup.

You leaned back then nodded firmly, “Perfect,” You slid off his lap, leaving him feeling too light without your weight on him. You grabbed his hand. Urging him to stand up, “Come look at it.”

He took up his cane, following you to his bathroom. You flicked on the light, and pulled him inside with you, looping an arm around his waist, hand warm against his bare skin.

“Like it?” You asked him, looking at him expectantly in the mirror.

“Very much,” He nodded, leaning in to inspect the makeup, “It’s cool.”

“Yay!” You giggled, bumping your head against the side of his arm, “I like it, thanks for matching with me.”

“Thank you for asking me to,” He moved a hand to the back of your neck, squeezing gently.

You beamed up at him, then patted his hip, “Get dressed, everyone will be here soon.”

----

There was a point in the night when the amount of people leaving began to outnumber those arriving. This was when Viktor could finally breathe. He hadn’t really believed his housemates when they said just how crowded it would be. He was sorely proven wrong. It felt like every student at Piltover decided to walk through his front door (and then into the backyard where he was keeping watch). So far he had had to ask some girls to stop putting cigarettes out on the side of the house, at least two couples to go home if they wanted to fuck, and a group of guys to please not run at eachother full speed to see if it will hurt, their renters insurance wouldn’t cover it.

He stationed himself in a chair on the deck, chain smoking and twisting a rubik's cube in his hand as he kept an eye on everyone. It wasn’t until he realized that he had smoked half his pack of Marlboro Reds that he decided to stop. Opting instead to wander out to the shed in hopes of finding someone he actually knew to talk to. He was pleased to find Jayce sitting in one of the beat up arm chairs, a roach smoldering between his fingers. 

“Viktor!” He practically cooed, the slur of his voice making his accent more prominent. He had abandoned his pinstripe suit coat and opened some of the buttons on his vest, becoming a very messy looking Gomez Adams, “Where have you been?”

“Making sure the house doesn’t set ablaze,” He joked, awkwardly stepping around a circle of kids passing around a bong as he tried to get to the couch, “I’ve decided that I will be out of town for this party next year.”

“Hey, you volunteered,” Jayce raised his hands in a shrug, “Next year we’ll draw straws.”

“Maybe, there are still too many people here,” Viktor grimaced, “I don’t think I’d enjoy it even drunk.”

“Awe, c’mon, you’re not even having a little bit of a good time?” Jayce pouted, then raised a sly eyebrow at Viktor, “Have you seen Sky tonight? Dressed as Strawberry Shortcake or something, wearing a pretty small skirt and - respectfully - looks very good.”

“I’m telling Mel you said that,” Viktor scoffed, trying to deflect, “Where is she anyway?”

“You’re deflecting,” Even fucked up he could read Viktor like a book, “C’mon man, she likes you. She’s pretty and smart, and apparently not drinking tonight, so like, there wouldn’t be anything wrong if you wanted to fu-”

“Jayce! Ježiši, have some fucking decorum, will you?” Viktor cut him off, feeling himself redden beneath layers of makeup, “I don’t remember you being such a prick when you’re drunk. It’s that creepy ass pencil mustache. You need to shave that immediately.”

“I am not, and don’t blame the ‘stache, it’s temporary” Jayce shrugged, going to hit the joint again and pouting when he realized it was gone, “You’ve been tense lately, I’m just trying to encourage you to get some of that strawberry.”

“She’s Orange Blossom,” Viktor deadpanned, “Lest is Strawberry Shortcake, Sky is Orange Blossom.”

“Well, excuse me for mixing up my girlie 90’s cartoon characters,” Jayce scoffed, leaning forward in his chair and starting the process of rolling another joint.

“She’s literally in an orange dress - no, nevermind,” He cut himself off, shaking his head, “It doesn't matter. I’m not sleeping with Sky. She’s a friend, that’s it. I don’t like her like that.”

“Okay, so you’re not denying that you're sexually frustrated,” Jayce said, words half muffled as he licked the rolling paper.

“Yes, I am. No, I mean, I am not.” Viktor huffed, squinting his eyes closed and drawing a deep breath, “Yes I am denying that I am frustrated.”

“Nah man, I don’t believe you,” Jayce shook his head, bringing the joint up to his lips, “You told me you’d hook up with someone different every weekend in Prague. You haven’t spent a single night somewhere else and I’ve never seen you take anyone we don’t know into your room. Fuck, I mean, It’s been literally months since the last time you even had hickeys. Have you even kissed anyone since then? What, are you hung up on someone or something?”

“Jayce, my sex life is none of your business,” Viktor gaped, regretting his decision to come into the shed. He wished Mel was here. She did the talking when they drank, Jayce just stared at her like a puppy.

“I’m sorry man,” Jayce shrugged, clearly not sorry. Viktor instantly regretted his wish for Mel to be present, as she pushed open the door in the middle of Jayce’s sentence, “I just think everyone would be better off if you got your dick wet once in a while.”

“Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!” Viktor seethed, eyes wide as he recognized your voice right behind Mel.

“Woah, what’s going on here?” Mel laughed, raising an eyebrow at Viktor’s awkward panic and Jayce’s unmatching nonchalance, you mimicked the look over her shoulder, “What’re you talking about?”

“V’s se-”

“Nothing!” Viktor shouted over Jayce, grabbing a raggedy throw pillow off the couch and whipping it at Jayce’s head.

“Oh, uh, okay,” Mel laughed awkwardly, exchanging a glance with you.

“Hey,” Viktor tried, voice cracking, he cleared his throat, “Hello, uh, where have you two been.”

“Hello Viktor,” Mel said slowly, raising an eyebrow at him as she walked over to Jayce, she handed him a water bottle, “I was just getting water, ran into little miss Pretty Funny over here on my way out.”

Mel settled into Jayce’s lap, adjusting her long black dress before taking the joint from him. She completed Jayce’s look, turning him from a creep in a pinstripe suit to a devoted husband. The perfect Mr. and Mrs. Addams. You sat in the space next to Viktor, sitting closer than you normally would in front of other people.

“Hey,” He said to you, hoping he didn’t look as panicked as he felt.

“Hi,” You laughed softly, with perfect makeup and glassy eyes, “Are you okay?”

“Eh, yeah,” He nodded too quickly, “all good. How are you?”

“So very drunk,” You giggled, sinking back into the couch. You leaned your head against the side of his arm, looking up at him through your lashes.

“How many have you had?” He asked, worry creeping into his head.

“I lost count,” You shrugged, “too many drinks and at least half a joint.”

“That’s not good,” He frowned, “Do you feel okay? Maybe you should stop?”

“I’m okay,” You blinked up at him, “Better now, it’s too loud inside. Can I stay out here?”

Viktor laughed softly, you were more drunk than he had realized, “Yes, of course, Mila, you can be wherever you want to be.”

“Good,” You nodded, then slid your hand down his arm, fingers tracing shapes on the inside of his wrist. 

‘Everyone is here,’ He told himself, ‘Hold it together.’

“How has your night been?” You asked him.

“Weird,” He admitted, “There’s so many people here.”

“Yeah, I feel like I’m getting too old for this,” You tone was half joking, “Was it making you anxious?”

“Mm, no,” He shook his head, “Why do you ask?”

“You’ve been chain smoking,” You sniffed at the sleeve of his shirt, “You normally don’t,”

“Sorry, yeah, I know,” He winced, trying to move away from you, “I probably smell like an ashtray, I can change.”

“No, it’s okay,” You shook your head, grip tightening to keep him next to you, “I don’t mind, can I have one?”

“Eh…no,” He shook his head, giving you an apologetic smile, “Maybe let’s come down from the other substances before adding a new one, yeah?”

“So practical,” You gave a dramatic and wistful sigh, but didn’t fight him on it.

“Here, want this?” He asked, picking up the rubik's cube from where he had set it next to him. You nodded, taking it from him. He watched you fondly as you twisted it around, trying to figure out the puzzle in your drunken haze. Chewing on your bottom lip as you focus.

“Viktor?” Mel called his attention, the overly curious tone of her voice making him wary.

“Yes, Mel?” Viktor responded carefully, raising a questioning eyebrow at her.

She shifted in Jayce’s lap, watching Viktor like prey as she placed her hands on her knees, “When was the last time you went on a date?”

Viktor sighed, giving an unamused look to Jayce, “Why do you ask?”

“Just wondering. Has it been so long that you don’t even remember?” Mel was good at asking leading questions with a straight face, she was going to make an incredibly terrifying politician one day.

“No, I remember,” Viktor assured her, though it was a faint memory, “It was boring and I didn’t see them again.”

“So you don’t like going on dates?” She asked.

“No, I actually quite enjoy taking people out,” Viktor admitted, “I just didn’t like this person very much.”

“Well, why haven't you been on a date this semester then?” She tilted her head. Jayce must tell her every single thing he knows, “Is no one of interest to you? I know plenty of amazing girls…or boys if that’s what you’d prefer right now? I could set you up with someone?”

“Mel, I would hate nothing more,” Viktor deadpanned, giving her a tight smile. He was praying to whatever god existed that you were too drunk to tune into this conversation. A glance down assured you were at the very least pretending not to overhear as you played with the rubik's cube.

“C’mon, V,” Jayce groaned, “You won’t even try it? You said you're not into Sky, so what’s the problem?”

Mel didn’t react to this, she knew already of course.

“Fuck, because I’m interested in someone else, okay?” Viktor snapped, glaring at them before pulling his cigarettes back out of his pocket, “So no Mel, I wouldn’t like you to set me up with anyone. I appreciate you wanting to help, but I am managing fine on my own.”

“Who?” Mel asked, tilting her head as he sparked up.

Viktor groaned around the cigarette in his mouth, leaning his head back and digging the heels of his hands into his eyes. 

He felt your hand hit him in the thigh, scolding gently, “Don’t, you’ll ruin your makeup.”

He peeked down at you, blinking as he pulled his hands away from his face. You were still looking down, the rubik's cube clinking in your hand. Of course you heard everything. 

“Hey, uh, Mel, maybe ease off a little bit?” Jayce said, catching the pleading look Viktor threw to him, “Your drunk,”

Mel frequently lost her ability to know when she had gone far enough whenever she drank. Grilling her friends wasn’t abnormal, but Viktor didn’t have the pleasant feeling of drugs or alcohol as a buffer. He felt every question with full force and hated it.

She huffed, shaking her head and relaxing back into Jayce and rubbing a hand against her forehead as Jayce made her realize what she was doing, “You're right, sorry. I’m sorry Viktor. You should really ask out whoever you're interested in, by the way, I’m sure they’d say yes.”

“You’d think,” He scoffed, feeling you tense up next to him before he knew what he was saying. Your hands still for a fraction of a second before continuing.

Before either of his friends could react to his own reaction, the door to the garage opened, a new group of people bustling in out of the cold. People Jayce knew were given by the way they greeted him, dropping themselves into the open spaces in the room. The only teammate of Jayce’s that Viktor was familiar with was Stebb. They took statistics together. He knew you knew him as well, both of you studying marine biology. 

“Hi Stebb!” You gave him a bubbly greeting, hooking your arm around his and leaning into his side when he sat next to you, “What’re you dressed as?”

“Hey,” He signed to you, then shook his head, “I’m not anything.”

“No way, dude. That’s so lame,” You pouted at him, then gestured to Viktor, “Even Vik dressed up.”

He signed to you, “What are you?”

“We’re Pretty Funny,” You giggled, enjoying your pun that much more while intoxicated, “Get it.”

Stebb raised an eyebrow at Viktor.

“Eh, she’s very convincing,” Viktor shrugged, Stebb just rolled his eyes.

“Did you finish the paper?” You asked him, leaning your head back against the couch and frowning.

‘No,” He signed, matching the look on your face, “You?”

“Nope, gonna work on it Sunday.” You told him.

“Cutting it close,” He scoffed, “How much do you have done?”

“I only have a couple pages left to write,” You shrugged, “I was gonna finish it in the library on Sunday if you want to come.”

He nodded and bumped your shoulder, “Can we get thai?”

“Only if you drive.” You insisted, raising an eyebrow at him. He rolled his eyes, but signed, “Fine,” anyways.

You leaned away from Viktor, getting closer to Stebb as he showed you something on his phone screen. You gasped, bumping your head against his shoulder as you giggled at something he was showing you. The side of Viktor’s arm was left cold as you retreated. 

His gaze lingered until the ash from his cigarette grew too heavy and dropped onto his jeans.

He cursed and brushed it away, glancing up to see if anyone had noticed. Luckily Mel and Jayce were in their own little world as usual, faces close together as they whispered to each other. The pair had very different opinions of PDA, and usually Mel’s distaste for it won out against Jayce’s desire to be touching her constantly. When substances were introduced into the equation, that all changed. It was like Mel couldn’t get close enough to him, all her public posturing falling away. It was sweet and gross. Viktor wasn’t an envious person, especially of his friends' relationships, but right now he wanted nothing more than for you to be sitting in his lap. To feel the weight of you against him, your arms around his neck, your hands in his hair, lips against his ear. Instead he was bitterly smoking a cigarette that had gotten too hot and you were shoulder to shoulder with another man. 

It made sense. Stebb was great. Handsome and kind and shared many of the same interests as you. You had told Viktor that you and him had become friends during summer research, anytime that you weren’t home with Jayce had been spent in the company of Stebb. At first the only solace for him was the fact that you also had a class with Stebb. Eventually he began to wonder if maybe you treated Stebb the same way you treated him. Lingering eyes, teasing words, gentle touches when no one was looking. Maybe you had promised Stebb the same thing, a date after the last day of classes. 

Viktor thought about you and Stebb. About your shared love of the ocean, about the scientific endeavors that the two of you would take on together. About all the opportunities that Stebb had to offer to you. Bitter acid filled his brain, slowly dissolving any confidence he had about your feelings for him until Jayce’s voice pulled him from the fog.

“Viktor?!” They way Jacye said his name made it clear it wasn’t the first time.

Viktor shook his head, blinking as he came to, “Sorry, what?” He leaned forward, stubbing out the cigarette and dropping it into an ashtray. 

“I was asking if Cait was doing okay in the house,” Jayce said, raising an eyebrow at him, “but, are you good, man? You look…distressed.”

“Sorry, I’m fine,” Viktor cleared his throat, laughing awkwardly, “Just, uh, getting a contact high, probably. Cait was good last time I saw her, she’ll text me if she needs to.”

Jayce pursed his lips at the lie but, to Viktor’s relief, didn’t push. Instead he asked Viktor about some concept that was far more interesting to his high brain than to Viktor’s sober one. He was grateful for the distraction, though, pleased for the opportunity to think about something else for a while. He lit another cigarette and indulged Jayce, talking to him about hypotheticals and theories that they had previously spoken of. Wild fantasies of science that Jayce tended to keep between him and Viktor spoken freely in the smoke filled shed. 

Viktor began to relax, eventually believing that he was in fact getting contact high. It was nice, just a tiny shimmer skimming across his body. Not enough to disrupt his job if he needed to handle something, just enough to make it easier for him to distract himself. That was until you were saying goodbye to Stebb.

“I’ll see you Sunday!” You beamed up at him as he stood, straightening his couch wrinkled clothes, “Be safe!”

You giggled as he rolled his eyes but gave you a thumbs up anyways. His shoulder still shook with laughter as he left the shed. Next to Viktor, you pulled your knees back up to your chest, looking back over at him for attention. He resisted, continuing his conversation with Jayce and pretending he couldn’t feel your eyes on him. He heard the little ‘hmph’ that left your throat when he didn’t acknowledge you. You didn’t vie, though. Instead you pulled out your own phone, scrolling through apps without really thinking about them. 

Viktor didn’t notice that another person had taken up a spot next to you until you began coughing. He turned to find you gasping and coughing into the top of your knees, handing a pen back to a guy sitting next to you. You face hidden as strawberry scented vapor spilled out of your nose and mouth,

“Hey, no, she’s cut off,” Viktor snapped, looping an arm around your back, instinctually warding off the boy he didn’t recognize dressed as Patrick Bateman. He glared at him until he rolled his eyes and stood up.

“Sorry man, thought she was single,” Patrick Bateman shrugged, taking himself and his pen out of the shed. 

“She’s not my- nevermind,” Viktor shook his head, dropping his defense before turning to you, “I thought you were done? What was that?”

“I don’t know, man,” You shrugged, pulling your face out of your knees and carefully wiping tears out of your waterline, “I’m drunk, I can’t help it.” 

“You’re the worst,” Viktor scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, but you stick around anyways,” You widened your eyes in a teasing look up at him. 

“Yeah, who else will?” Viktor joked back, his tone light as he playfully shoved you away, your offended gasp making him laugh.

“Whatever,” You scoffed, then stretched your legs out in front of you searching for a new way to be on the couch.

You landed on resting your head in Viktor’s lap, head against his thigh and ankles crossed over the armrest. He swallowed hard, staring down at you as you gave him a questioning look.

“Is this okay?” You asked, clearly ready to move if it wasn’t.

“No, you’re good,” He nodded, taking a deep breath and trying to relax back. Unsure of where to put his hand he settled with laying it across the back of the couch, unsure if you wanted him to touch you or not.

Your hair spilled over his thigh, shifting slightly as you settled in. Holding your phone above your face as you scrolled. You spoke without looking away from your screen, “Stebb’s cool, right? A shame he had to leave already.”

“Eh, yeah, a shame,” Viktor lied, trying not to tense up.

“Yeah,” You caught his eye over the edge of your phone, “His boyfriend is just so needy.”

Oh. Viktor let an embarrassed laugh slip past his lips. The pointed look you gave him made it clear you knew at least some of what he was thinking earlier, “I’m a dick.”

“Yup,” You agreed, pursing your lips and nodding, “Just a little.”

He let out a laugh that was more like a groan, going to rub his hand down his face before catching himself and opting to tug at his hair instead. When he looked down you were looking back at your phone, the tiniest satisfied smirk tugging at your lips. He turned back to Jayce, content with the feeling of your head in his lap. He focused better, felt better, when he was speaking to Jayce. Even going as far as to write down a few notes in his phone to think about later. Every so often you’d get his attention to show him something you thought he’d like. A few trains, some snakes, and some general engineering videos that had all ended up in your feed. At some point the hand opposite of where you were laying ended up in your hair. He gently combed through the strands, fingers brushing idly against your hairline as he chatted with the others. 

When someone opened the shed door, holding it long enough for a heavy gust of cold air to blow inside, you shivered. Turning from your back to your side, you pulled your bare knees in, complaining quietly at the temperature. Without a second thought Viktor leaned forward slightly, earning a confused look from you for a moment as he shrugged off his coat. Then he draped it over you, wordlessly covering your bare legs with his jacket. Hand coming to rest on the curve of your waist as he continued speaking to Jayce and Mel. 

“Oh, no fucking way,” Jayce muttered, narrowing his eyes at Viktor.

“What?” Viktor raised an eyebrow at him, not moving his hand from where it was on you.

“Are you serious?”Jayce glanced between Viktor and you in his lap.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Viktor shrugged, jumping back into the conversation they had been having, “Anyways…”

-----

When the party official began to die, Viktor quickly realized you were in no shape to go anywhere by yourself. Apparently Lest had headed out with Sky fairly early into the party, disappearing after you said you’d be okay to get home on your own. That was before you lost count of how much you were drinking. 

“I can get an Uber,” You insisted, following Viktor through the yard on wobbly legs. 

“Yeah, and who will get you from the Uber into your dorm?” Viktor scoffed, “Besides, I’m not leaving you alone like this with a stranger, no way.”

“Hey, I can take care of myself,” You defended, but the way you tripped up the steps of the porch said otherwise.

“Yes, of course you can,” Viktor caught you by the arm, bracing his cane against the deck to keep both of you from toppling over, “on any other night,”

“Vik-” You whined before he cut you off, hands cupping your cheeks and face close to yours.

“I will drive you home,” He said slowly with wide eyes, “Just let me help Cait clean up a little, okay? Can you wait twenty minutes?”

You nodded slowly, mirroring his wide eyed look.

“Good. Now come,” He ushered you into the house, kicking a discarded can out of the way. 

He walked with a hand hovering near your waist, ready to at least attempt to catch you were you to tip over. When he reached his door, he had to shoo away a couple of stragglers too drunk to realize it was time to go home. You leaned against the wall as he fished his key out of his pocket, eyes closed and breathing slowly through your nose. Inside his room he set you on the edge of his bed, flinching at the whimper you let out when he turned on the light.

“Sorry,” He hissed, moving to replace the overhead light with a softer lamp on his desk. He grabbed his water bottle from his nightstand, twisting it open and handing it to you, “Here, drink slow, okay?”

You nodded, eyes still closed as you sipped.

“How do you feel?” He asked, when you responded with a weak groan, he dragged his trash can from his desk to the foot of the bed, “Here, I believe in your ability to not throw up on my floor.” 

You gave a weak laugh and a thumbs up as you handed the water bottle back to him. He capped it and laid it on the bed next to you.

 “I’ll be back soon,” He said, retreating back to his door, “I’m going to lock the door so no one bothers you, okay?”

Viktor  laughed softly as you dropped back onto his bed and stuck your arm up to give another thumbs up. Making sure to lock the door behind him, he left you in his room. The music was still playing, far too loud in the mostly empty space. He spotted Cait approaching the lingering groups of drunk students. Asking them to leave with her nicest host voice dressed as Claire Danes’ beautiful Juilet, her Romeo was slumped uselessly drunk on the couch. 

He tapped Vi on the leg with his cane, she grumbled and swatted at him. He tapped her again, stepping out of the way as she kicked out. 

“Up Violet, get up,” He urged, “Do you hate Cait? Or are you going to help her clean up?”

“That is so unfair,” Vi scoffed, but pushed herself up off the couch anyway, fake armour clinking together.

He shrugged, setting off to help Cait himself. The bulk of the cleaning would be done in the morning, all that really needed to be done now was clearing the kitchen counters so they could make breakfast and coffee in the morning, god knows they’d need it. Vi cut the music, the sudden silence making Viktor’s ears ring. 

Behind him Mel helped Jayce stumble into the house, his pinstripe jacket over her shoulders instead. He was luckily lucid enough to stay upright on his own. Vi would be the only one that could carry him to his room, that was if she wasn’t completely wasted herself. Not to mention, Jayce being slung over her shoulder in a fireman's carry would certainly result in him throwing up down her back. 

“Do you guys need help with anything?” Mel asked. Jayce had his face pressed into her braids, murmuring things his drunk brain surely thought were romantic, “or can I get him to bed?”

“We’re okay,” Cait assured her as she swept discarded cans into the recycle bin, “You guys head to bed, we’re almost done here.”

Mel nodded and adjusted her grip on Jayce’s waist, holding him tighter as she made her way to the stairs.

“Goodnight,” Viktor said as they passed by him, “let us know if you need anything.”

Jayce stopped, his sudden halt nearly toppled Mel over as she tried to keep walking. She groaned, complaining his name as she tried to drag him upstairs. He turned to Viktor, pinning him with an unsettling sober look.

“Are you fucking her?” He asked, the uncharacteristic question came out completely steady, not an ounce of drunkenness in his voice.

Viktor stammered for a moment, trying to conjure up a response. No, technically he wasn’t fucking you. He wanted to. You acted like you wanted him to. He had in the past. Viktor’s thoughts spun, completely caught off guard. Luckily Mel came to his rescue, sober and tired enough now to have no desire to pry.

“Jayce, you’re drunk.” She deadpanned, leveling him with stern eyes, “That is none of your business, come to bed.”

Jayce turned away, completely dropping the subject, but leaving Viktor shaken just the same. It was the type of question Jayce only asked when he was so drunk there was no way he’d remember it in the morning. Mel shot him an apologetic look as she dragged Jayce towards the stairs. 

“I think we’re all good for tonight,” Cait called from the kitchen, knocking Viktor out of his daze, “How’s that side of the living room look?”

Viktor shook his head, clearing his thoughts as he looked around. Empty cans and cups on most surfaces, a few halloween costume props abandoned on the floor, and a tipped over camping chair that somehow made it into the house. All things that could be handled tomorrow.

“Good enough,” He called back, not really wanting to bother with cleaning anymore tonight.

“Perfect,” She sounded relieved, “Goodnight Viktor.”

“Yeah, goodnight,” Viktor told her, double checking that the back door was locked and retreating back to his room.

He found you laying there the same way he had left you, flat on your back with your legs hanging off the bed. You had one hand behind your head, the other resting against your stomach, rising and falling gently as you breathed. He placed a hand on the bed, leaning over you and brushing a strand of hair out of your face. You opened your eyes, blinking sleepily up at him, a small smile tugging at your lips.

“I can still bring you home,” He told you quietly, “but if you’d like to stay ‘till morning you are more than welcome to.”

You nodded slowly, “I’d like that,”

“Good,” He laughed softly, running the tip of his finger across the white edge of your makeup at your hairline, “Do you remember that you still have clown makeup on?”

“Do you?” You hummed and raised an eyebrow at him, reaching up and tracing the line on his jaw. With a groan you sat up, hand pausing halfway on its way to rubbing your face. You pouted, “I don’t have any makeup remover.”

“Don’t be mad at me,” Viktor told you, grabbing your hand as you stood and pulling you towards his bathroom, “But I believe you left some things in a drawer in the bathroom.”

“What?” You gasped, following as he opened up the bottom drawer of the counter in the bathroom. He pulled out a paper drug store bag, “Oh my god, I thought I hallucinated buying that stuff.”

“Eh, yeah, Sorry,” He said sheepishly, pulling out the contents, including makeup wipes, facewash and moisturizer, “I kept forgetting to ask you about it, out of sight out of mind.”

“This stuff is expensive, ya know?” You told him, half joking. 

“But you’re glad I have it here, right?” He offered, watching as began to open up the items, “Otherwise you’d be trapped in clown makeup all night.”

“Good point,” You laughed, shaking your head at him as you read the packaging, “Are you allergic to anything?”

“Not that I know of,” Viktor tilted his head, “Well, some dogs, but I don’t think that really applies here.”

“Yeah, I don’t see dog on the ingredient list,” You agreed, peeling open the packet of makeup remover wipes and handing him one, “You should live.”

“Here, you first,” Viktor offered, taking the makeup wipe from your hand and patting the counter, beckoning you to climb up.

You did as he asked, pushing yourself up to sit on the edge of the counter. You parted your knees, allowing him to stand between your legs as he cleared your face. You leaned closer to him, watching as he carefully swiped at the powder on your face. Removing makeup from anyone, let alone someone else, was something he wasn't familiar with. He was gentle, probably too much so as he barely managed to remove any of the white and colored powder from your face at first. 

“Stubborn stuff,” You told him, fetching a clean wipe for him, “Same makeup drag queens and dancer’s use. Doesn’t budge an inch.”

“Hm, clearly,” He increased the pressure on your cheek, watching for any signs of discomfort as he did so.

He liked the way you were looking at him, focused and reverent and warm. It felt different, the alcohol melting away the walls you put up. He wished you’d look at him like this all the time, in front of other people. Look at him like he meant something, like he could do anything. He’d take what he could get, though. Love from you was still love, even in small doses. 

“I’m not gonna break,” You told him, glancing down at his hand near your face, “You don’t have to treat me like I’m made of glass.”

“I treat you with care, Lasko,” He hummed, leaning back to inspect this work and then decided you were right.

“So sweet,” You laughed softly, glancing down at his hands, “Will you be offended If I do it myself?”

“Of course not,” He shook his head, handing the barely used makeup remover to you, “I’ll admit I am not good at this.” 

You twisted your back, turning to look at yourself in the mirror as you scrubbed the makeup off. He settled his hands on your thighs on either side of his hips, tracing gentle lines back and forth across your skin. You removed your makeup with practiced motions, clearing your face almost completely of the makeup in a few seconds. 

“Your turn,” You said to him, dropping the used up makeup remover into the trash. He hummed, letting you pull him a little closer. You started with his forehead, holding his hair back with one hand, the other methodically wiping streaks of white makeup away. 

“Did you have a good halloween?” Viktor asked you, doing his best not to move as you worked.

“Yes I did,” You nodded, narrowing your eyes as you scrubbed the white out of his hairline, “Did you have fun? How was your first American halloween?”

“Eh, it was what I expected,” He shrugged, turning his head to the side for you, “It was as fun as it could be without drinking. Does that make me sound like an alcoholic?

“A little, but you’re twenty-two so it’s fine, I think,” You shrugged, pursing your lips, “But you should have just drank with us, I mean, nothing happened right?

“Yeah, because I was sober to keep things from happening,” He snorted, “And how would you know, anyway? Little Miss Can’t-Keep-Count?”

“Hey! It’s not my fault.” You scoffed, pouting at him. You grabbed a clean wipe.

“Oh yeah?” Viktor asked, shutting his eyes for you, “Someone forced you to drink as much as you did?”

“Well, no,” His eyes were still shut, but he could practically hear the way you rolled your eyes, “but Lest left early, and it’s hard for me to keep track on my own. She drinks, I drink, I smoke, she smokes. When I know she’s done, I know I’m done.”

“Interesting system. Very co-dependent,” Viktor said, opening his eyes and raising an unamused eyebrow, “When did she leave?” He couldn't help the tinge of irritation at the idea of you being left to your own devices at such a large party.

“I don’t know, probably like eleven,” You guessed, “Sky wanted to leave, so Lest went with her.”

“Ah, okay,” He didn’t feel bad about rejecting Sky, if anything he felt bad for not feeling bad.

“Don’t feel bad about her, by the way,” You told him, like the mind reader you were.

“Why?” He furrowed his eyebrows. Just a couple of weeks ago you had been torn up about Sky, convinced that she didn’t actually forgive either of you for what happened.

“Because Sky and Lest are together,” You told him, widening your eyes, “Like, together together.”

“Huh…” He blinked at you. Viktor liked to think of himself as an observant person, this though…this he hadn’t caught on to, “I thought Lest was straight.”

“Uh, yeah, So did I!” You scoffed, “Then I walked in on them going all Anne Lister on eachother.”

“Hm, interesting…” He snorted at your odd reference, then narrowed his eyes at you, “were you supposed to tell anyone that?”

“Well, not exactly,” You cringed, “but I can tell you anything. You’re my… you’re…Viktor.”

He flinched back. ‘I'm your what? Your what!?’ He felt like screaming, maybe even begging. He opened his mouth, willing his brain to let him say something. You cleared your throat and let an awkward laugh spill past your lips.

“Don’t tell anyone, by the way,” You huffed, blinking and pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. You reached back up, continuing the task at hand, “Lest might actually kill me this time.”

“Tell anyone what?” He asked, pulling a confused look beneath your hands as you worked.

“Atta boy,” You grinned, then dropped your hand leaning back to look at him, “All done,”

Viktor looked away from you and at himself in the mirror, almost surprised to see his own skin again after hours of being covered up. He hummed in appreciation and turned back to you.

“Would you like a shower?” He asked, it was late, but he figured he’d offer.

“Only if you get in with me,” You smirked, giving him an exaggerated wink. Viktor responded with a scoff, hoping it covered up the nerves you shot through him, “I’m kidding. I’m good. Thank you for offering, though.”

You pushed him away gently, sliding off the counter and looking up at him hopefully, “But, if I wouldn’t mind brushing my teeth if you happened to have a spare toothbrush?”

“Of course,” He opened up a drawer and pulled out a pack of toothbrushes. He decided to free the blue one from its packaging, a color he was sure you liked, “Here.”

“Thank you very much,” You said, wetting it in the sink as he handed over toothpaste, reaching for his own toothbrush.

As you scrubbed at your teeth, he watched you pick up a bottle of clear liquid that had been in the bag with the makeup wipes.

“What’s that?” He asked around a mouthful of foam.

“Witch hazel,” You told him, setting it back down, “It’s good for your skin. We’ll use it after we’re done brushing our teeth.”

He nodded an ok, spitting excess foam into the sink before continuing to brush. He hated how nice this felt. How comfortable and domestic and absolutely fleeting this night was. He stole glances at you in the mirror as you hummed to yourself, still drunk as you swayed your head side to side. He’d give anything to do this every night for the rest of his life. A month and a half and maybe, maybe, it would become somewhat more of a reality. A whole dream as opposed to this tiny vision of what could be.

-----

When you closed the bathroom door behind you, a stack of his clean clothes for you to change into in your arms, the reality that you were actually sleeping in his bed with him hit Viktor like a truck. He felt his heart rate spike, nerves creeping up the back of his neck. He wasn’t even going to sleep with you. It probably would have been easier if he would. Too busy with you to think about this new type of closeness. He decided to busy himself in an attempt to not think about it too much.

Viktor got his bed ready, pulling out an extra blanket in case you wanted it and peeling back the covers. He dug an extra charger out of his backpack, plugging it in and connecting your phone that you had already left on his bedside table. Spotting his glasses, he realized he was still wearing his contacts. Not bothering to wait for the bathroom mirror, he swiped them out in exchange for his glasses. He sat on the edge of his bed, then stood, paced a circle, checked on Rio, and sat down again. 

He felt like a teenager, anxious and restless over a girl. Nervous enough to stand and pace around again. A sudden worry that you might not want to share a bed with him crossed his mind. Would you feel weird waking up here in the morning? Would you regret spending the night?

He grabbed one of the extra pillows he kept and placed it in the middle of the bed, a makeshift wall between where you should sleep and where he should. That was good, it was something. He sat again, drumming his fingers against his thighs and remembering he was still in his clothes from earlier. He cursed, standing back up and changing as quickly as he could. Normally he’d strip to his boxers, but that felt wrong with you in his bed. Even with the pillow wall he had created. He pulled on sweatpants and an old tshirt, deciding it was more important that you were comfortable than he was. 

He had just returned to his bed, deciding to check his messages when the bathroom door clicked open. He looked up as you stepped out, dressed in a pair of his boxers and a t-shirt that was big on him, even bigger on you. You smiled at him, seemingly amused by what he was sure was a deer in headlights look. He took a few steps closer before stopping, you tilted your head looking at his bed. A small frown was on your lips when you turned back to him.

“So you hate me?” You asked, pouting at him.

“What?” He gasped, “No, of course I do not hate you Lasko.”

“Then what’s this?” You scoffed, offended as you walked closer and gestured to the pillow in the center of the bed.

“I didn’t want you to be uncomfortable!” He shrugged, looking up at you.

You gave him a deadpan look, stepping closer and putting your hands on his shoulders. You pressed your forehead against his, staring seriously in his eyes, “Viktor. You have been inside me. In more ways than one. We can share a bed, it’s fine.”

“Blunt. Always so blunt.” He returned back, shaking his head, forehead still touching yours until you pulled away. 

You reached past him, grabbed the pillow and tossed it to the foot of the bed. Unceremoniously you crawled over him to take your place in the open spot. Wiggling until you were looking up at him from under his blanket.

“See?” You said, gesturing to yourself, “Perfectly comfortable and the world didn’t end.”

“You are…” He shook his head.

“What?” You challenged, raising an eyebrow playfully, “I’m what?”

“You are you,” He groaned, falling back onto his own pillow and covering his eyes with his arm.

“Exactly, and you love me for it,” You laughed. You were joking, it was just a figure of speech, and still Viktor froze, just for a second, quick enough that you didn’t notice. 

He reached for the light, switching it off, “Goodnight.”

Your giggles died into silence in the dark. The light from the streetlamps only just reaching you. A couple beats of silence, Viktor tried to slow his heart back down, and then,

“Viktor?” You asked into the dark, hopeful edge to your voice.

“Yes?” He asked without moving, listening intently to the sound of your breathing.

“Can you come closer?” Your voice was quiet.

“Do you want me to?” He asked, chewing on his lip.

“I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t want to,” You pointed out, voice light.

He didn’t answer, instead he moved to you. You didn’t waste a moment in pressing yourself against his side. You clung to him, fitting yourself into the space as if you’d done it a thousand times before. You laid your head on his shoulder, hand resting on his chest, and leg hooked over his thigh. He put his hand on your back, reminding himself to breathe as he felt your chest rise and fall.

“Viktor?” You asked again, he could feel your words against his skin.

“Yes?” He asked, voice strained slightly.

“Will you kiss me?” Voice breathy and barely there as you asked.

“Lasko, you’re drunk,” He reminded you. Reminded himself.

“I’m not that drunk anymore,” He knew that was a lie, “Please? Just once? I’ve wanted to kiss you all night.”

He felt like he had been shot into space, or dragged to the bottom of the ocean. Imploding and exploding all at once.

“Just once,” He tried to steady his voice, “Come here.”

He felt you shift slightly, moving upwards until you were close enough. You kissed him slowly. Pressing your closed mouth to his in the dark. Light and gentle and only once.

“Maybe twice?” Viktor breathed against your lips when you pulled away. 

He didn’t wait for an answer, he didn’t need one. You fell back into him, his hand tangling itself in your hair. Despite his grip on you, he let you lead. Not wanting to do anything that was too much. He felt your tongue against the edge of his lip and gladly accepted it, parting his lips for you. The heat of your tongue against his was dizzying. He felt like he was drowning in the taste of you. The gentle but desperate motions lit him on fire. You whined against his lips, grabbing on to his shirt as you tried to get closer. Viktor obliged you, turning on his side and grabbing the crook of your knee. Pulling you flush against him. He bit down gently on your lip, making you gasp and move your hand to grip his hair. 

He placed open mouth kisses along your jaw, teeth nipping gently as he moved towards your neck. 

“Vik, oh fuck,” You keened his name, head tilting back to give him more space to kiss and bite and suck on your skin. You gasped, rocking your hips once against where he was half hard. 

He grabbed you by the hip, holding you still and shaking his head, “Not tonight,” He panted, gathering every once of restraint he had for this moment.

“But Vik,” You whined, trying to press your hips to his again.

He moved to place both hands on the side of your face, forehead leaning against yours. Your breath mixed in the space between your mouths as you both panted, “No, not like this. Just let this be enough for tonight.”

He pressed a kiss to the corner of your open mouth, “Let it be enough.”

You nodded, stilling your body aside from your roaming hands and tilting your chin up to get him to kiss you again. When he was sure you were going to behave, he gave you what you wanted. Kissing you again, all tongues and teeth and staved-off desperation. Kissing you until you both drifted off, a tangle of warm limbs breathing the same air.

[reallyjusttrying]

Help multiply disabled eastern european transfem activist afford meds, necessities, and other things for wellbeing

Hi! I did a donation post a while ago but haven't received much assistance recently and I really need help affording things. I'm being treated for a brain tumor that was messing with my hormones. I have multiple chronic conditions that I've been dealing with that I haven't had the money to properly treat recently.

I'm a student, studying remotely full time, and I've been spending much of my free time helping the new trans org in the country get off the ground, the first official one, trying to get grant funding, running events, creating a discord community. I rely on family for any sort of income, but with price increases and health problems in my family, as well as much more heating expenses than previous years, stuff has been rough.

I've been rationing meds, I haven't been able to afford decent food for the conditions that I have, my laptop that I use to study has been breaking and I can't afford to repair it as it would be more money than I have available for the next while. I also just need some help with bus fare and affording the things I need to spend time outside of the house, especially as I want to be more active running events for the trans community here.

I could really use help affording food for my dietary needs, toiletries, just daily life stuff. I really need help with the laptop repairs. And with the hot season starting I really need help affording new clothing that fits or wouldn't bake me in the sun, a fan for my room, too. And, of course, I've just not had money for just nice to have things that would usually help a lot with mental health. Wishing you a lot of good. Thank you! If you can't give anything, please share. Paypal as an alternative: paypal.me/notthatbitter

[dystopyx-blog]

So this is a thought I had after the unmedicated post, but what if ya had chronic pain? Like my good days are constant emergency levels for someone else, and on the bad days I just don't function or function by acting really bitchy. Like, imagine the sweet or chill prefect suddenly being a complete asshole then someone (probably Rook) reveals it's because their meds completely left their system.

Yes!! This kinda works with the post that inspired the unmedicated fic, which you can check out here.

I raise you this though: imagine the yandere bois tm finding out the sweet/kind/chill/patient ramshackle suffers so much all the time.

I can imagine Floyd not even fully squeezing you and you yelp out in pain just from that. You play it off as best as you can, but Jade's curiosity is piqued.

You probably tell your freshman besties first, but everyone will quickly learn from there. I mean, Sebek will absolutely tell Malleus and Epel will end up telling Vil.

The information gets to Jade and Floyd, who take it to Azul.

Deuce ends up spilling it to Riddle one time while trying to defend you. Ace will then blab to you about how Deuce messed up.

Its a whole mess

But now everyone knows about your chronic pain, and all of a sudden everyone's treating you like you're glass.

Even the ones you wouldn't imagine!! Like you'd think Leona would be Mr. Tough Love "Go walk it off." But no. He's still an asshole about the whole thing, but he's a condescending asshole, always telling you you can't do shit by yourself so let him handle it. Or at least let Ruggie handle it. He doesn't understand why you try so fucking hard, you have a great excuse to just relax. So he forces you to.

Everyone is kind of like this, with varying degrees of affection and subtleties.

Riddle is also very rood about it, yelling at you to just stand still.

Azul is more subtle, always creating illusions of choice, making you think you have options, when you don't. Tricking you into taking easier paths while you think you're roughing it.

Jamil basically treats you like he does Kailm. Which, if you're like me, makes you feel bad. But even just the fact you feel bad reminds him why he prefers you over Kalim 1009000%. He wishes you'd stop fussing and let him take care of you.

Vil is also fairly patronizing while he dotes on you. He treats you like a doll, dressing you up and styling you, because with your fragile little bones this is kinda the best thing for you. And he also really doesn't understand why you won't just sit down and let him love you.

If you're sensing a pattern, you are correct. No one fucking understands why you won't just fucking relax and let everyone take care of everything for you.

Idia sees your chronic pain as the PERFECT excuse to never have to go somewhere in person and yet??? You keep going out in person??? Bro, just stay with him, then you BOTH have an excuse to just fucking chill in his room while a floating iPad handles all your school problems.

Finally, Malleus. Awwww, you're so cute, trying so hard. But also he feels so hurt everytime you try to do something without him. To him, your chronic pain is the invitation for him. It's your very body crying out to him for comfort. And Malleus never turns down an invitation.

[lamentationsofalonelypotato]

Movie Madness

Pairing: Dean Winchester x f!reader, Reader POV

Summary: When Dean drops in unexpectedly, you decide on an activity to get both of your pulses racing. Reader is a med-student in college and works in a library. This is the fourth fic in my Before You Go Universe, but can be read as stand alone (probably?).

Tropes: Fluff, Established Relationships, Age Difference (Reader is early to mid-20's and Dean is probably early to mid-30's)

Word Count: 5.1K

Warnings: Some swearing (once or twice), Mentions of sex (not explicit at all), Implied sex, Sexual Innuendo, SPOILERS FOR THE MOVIE ALIEN,  Dean might be a little bit OOC.

Note: This is told from Reader's perspective. Any references to the reader is made using you or your. There is minimal use of y/n. I tried my best to proofread, but nobody's perfect. If you don’t like, don’t read, but if you do like, you’re my favorite!

Internal monologue is in italics and is in first person.

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A/N: This has been sitting in my WIPs folder forever and I really just wanted to write a fluff where Dean had never seen Alien and the reader remedies that. 😊

"Okay, next question: What is the first step in glycolysis, what does it create, and what does it use?" Tim asks, lounging back against one of the dusty bookshelves.

 It was a Friday night, which normally meant you were gone to see Dean at the bunker, but this weekend he was off in Maine, dealing with a pack of werewolves and you had picked up a shift at the library.

Usually you would be disappointed that you couldn't see him, but due to the giant test looming over your head on Monday, you were happy to relax and study with your lab partner, Tim.

Tim stretched out his legs as far as they could go between the two bookshelves, while you read through the call numbers on the weathered spines of the faded books waiting to be replaced back on the dusty shelves in front of you. Tim, true to his word, had come to help you study. He had been happy to hear that you weren't going to see Dean, because he was also having a hard time with the material and he always said that quizzing someone else made him remember the information more anyway so he'd shown up three hours ago and hadn't left.

"Ohh I know this." You groan, resting your head against the bookshelf and bracing your arms on the metal ledge.

"I'm sure you do. Since you were asleep during the lecture on glycolysis."

"Hey. What happened to no judgement between us?" You turn your head to glare at your lab partner. "I didn't judge you when you dated  that finance major who didn't know that the Earl of Sandwich was a person."

"An honest mistake-"

"Or when you couldn't find your glasses for two hours when you were wearing them-"

"It's very easy to do that when you have glasses. And you didn’t tell me that I was wearing them! You have no idea-"

"Or when you-"

"Okay! I give. Make it stop." He groans, kicking out at the back of your calf with his foot, but you dodge him. "Just answer the question."

"Fine."

You stand there for a minute trying to mentally compartmentalize your notes, flipping through them page by page, shuffling through the color-coded diagrams you drew for the glycolysis cycle two days ago, because yes you had fallen asleep during the lecture but you had forced yourself to go through the posted PowerPoints. "Okay. In the first step it's glucose being turned into D-glucose-6-Phosphate and it uses the-um-." You groan. "Oh it uses hexokinase."

"Finally, and yes that's right. What's the next step, what does it use, and what does it create?" Tim asks.

You turn back to the cart of dusty volumes, picking a faded red encyclopedia etched with gold script and note the call number.

You walk around the bookshelf to the other side where the call number should be, brushing your fingertips along the worn spines that line the walls and breathe in the scent of old books. It was enough to calm you down. Something about being surrounded by them always made you feel at home. Your mother was always reading worn paperbacks in her chair by the window with a cup of tea steaming in the early morning light back home, in the library that your father had made her in one of the spare bedrooms at your house. Whenever you found the time to read, it made you think of her, of course finding time to read was difficult.

You hadn't been back to see your parents since last Christmas, called them yes, and you knew deep down at some point you'd have to introduce Dean to them, but you kept putting that off, mostly because you didn't want to tell them what he did. Whenever your mom asked on the phone, you changed the subject, because it hurt you to lie to them. You were so close with both of them that it made everything complicated to keep Dean from them.

"Hello?" Tim says from the other side of the bookshelf. "Did you get lost or something?"

"Huh? Oh no I'm just thinking." You reach up on tip-toe to place the volume on the top shelf where it belongs. "Okay, I’m pretty sure the second step is D-glucose-6-Phosphate to Fructo-"

Someone grabs you from behind, wrapping their strong arms around your waist to pull you back into their chest, while planting their lips directly on the slope of your neck.

You open your mouth to scream, but then you hear Dean's rough voice in your ear.

"Did you miss me sweetheart?" He kisses you again, trailing his lips down your neck into the shadow of your jaw.

"Dean what the hell? You scared the crap out of me." You hiss turning around to hit him with the large volume still clutched in your hands. But despite your anger, you were happy to see him.

There was a little more wear around his eyes and the dark circles that rimmed them were prominent against his skin, the shadow of his beard was more apparent, but his eyes still shone bright green with his smile when he looked at you, making you feel like you were going to melt.

It wasn't a new feeling, and you hoped that it never went away.

"Sorry sweetheart." Dean laughs, dodging another swing of the encyclopedia. "You looked so cute putting the books away I had to."

"You're the worst."

He grabs the front of your sweatshirt and pulls you into him so that his lips are inches from yours, but does not kiss you. "Am I?" Dean breathes, close enough that you can feel the scratch of stubble against your skin and long for him to close the distance between the two of you.

"Yes." Your hands curl in the front of his black shirt beneath his leather jacket.

Dean kisses you earnestly, drawing the next breath from your lungs as you breathe him in, drunk on his smell and taste after only a few seconds. There really was nothing like kissing Dean, the subtle tilt of your head back, the gentle scrape of his beard against your cheeks, the soft sound he makes when he deepens the kiss, and the way he holds you close, almost as if he believes you will fade away in his arms.

"How about now?" He whispers, leaning his forehead against yours.

"You might be raising your rating." You smile, tightening your fingers in his hair. He'd been allowing it to grow a little longer and you loved it.

"Anything else I might be able to do to get it a bit higher, Sweetheart?" Dean smirks.

"Maybe-"

"Alright, I think that I've given you long enough to-" Tim begins to say rounding the corner of the bookshelves, but stops mid-sentence when he spots Dean. His eyes narrow a fraction.

"Hey there Tom!" Dean smiles as he pulls you closer to his chest, but raises his head up to give Tim a winning smile.

"It's Tim." Tim replies with a frown.

Tim had only seen Dean a handful of times and each time he did, you noticed how much he seemed to hate Dean. You couldn't think of a reason why. Dean hadn't done anything worth Tim's hatred. You had tried to act as a mediator in the past, tried to get Tim to get to know Dean before passing judgement, but nothing seemed to work.

In fact you had invited Tim to come with Dean and you to get a drink one night after class, but it had ended with you pretending that you forgot to return a phone call from your mother and you dragging a fuming Dean out of the bar while Tim glared at him.

That night had been awkward for everyone.

The entire time Tim had emphasized how important a college degree was and how important everything the two of you were doing at med school was, while glaring at Dean and almost implying that Dean was wasting your time. And when Dean told him he barely finished high school, Tim had laughed at him. Which made you angry, because you knew that Dean struggled with that, that he struggled thinking that you deserved better because he wasn’t educated the same way.

The next day you had received a phone call from Tim who apologized for what he'd said and stated that he was having a bad day and drank too much, but what he said to Dean still stung.

Dean didn't deserve to be treated like trash, didn't deserve to be put down because he didn't go to college, but you allowed yourself to forgive Tim. He was one of your only friends at school. However, you still didn't understand why he hated Dean so much.

An awkward silence passes between the three of you.

"Well I'm gonna go." Tim says looking from you to Dean. "I've got an early shift tomorrow. But let me know if you want to study again before the test."

"Okay, I'll text you later. Oh and I'll add you to the google doc for the notes I made." You smile at him, while leaning into Dean's embrace subconsciously. It had been two weeks since you'd seen him and you didn't realize how much you missed him until this moment.

"Sure." Tim turns to go back for his backpack on the other side.

"Bye Tom." Dean calls at his retreating back.

You sigh grabbing Dean's chin and bring his face back down to look at you. "You know his name."

"Do I?" Dean scrunches his face up as if trying to remember.

"Dean-"

"I'm just joking with him sweetheart. He's gotta learn to lighten up." Dean rolls his eyes, but then brushes his lips against yours, making your mind go completely blank. "I missed you."

"Is that why you're back early from your 'hunting trip'?" You smile against his lips.

"Maybe. That and it turned out not to be a pack of werewolves, but a very angry bear. Yogi didn't get the memo about eating hikers."

"Guess that makes you Ranger Smith. Please tell me that Sam or Cas had to dress up like Cindy Bear to appease Yogi and that you got pictures." You plead tugging at his hair hoping that Dean is about to make this the best day of your life.

"I love how much you know about Yogi Bear-"

"Oh that's nothing, you should hear me talk about Scooby Doo. My sister and I used to watch it all the time and let me be the first to say, Daphne deserved better."

It was an argument that your sister and you got into more than once, she was team Fred all the way, but you think that Daphne deserved better than a guy who was more focused on himself rather than anyone else. Not to mention he always let her get into trouble and he never seemed to care about her. Meanwhile your sister always said that he was trying to act aloof and sexy.

I miss her so much.

Dean freezes as soon as soon as you say it.

"Dean?" You look up at him worried. "Are you okay? Oh no, please don't tell me that you think that Daphne and Fred should-"

He picks you up and pins you to the bookshelf behind you, but before you can ask him again if he's okay, his lips are against yours.

He tastes like beer, coffee, and something sweet that you can't identify, both intoxicating and invigorating. The smell of his cologne and shampoo floods through your nose followed closely by the smell of leather and gun metal. Dean pulls your thighs up around him to secure you against his waist as he deepens the kiss, his tongue  brushing against yours in a wicked dance that drives all thoughts from your mind.  You moan, tangling your fingers in his hair to force his mouth harder against yours, not wanting him to stop.  It'd been so long since you'd seen him, since you'd had any time with him, since he'd touched you-

"Do you have any idea how much I love you?" Dean whispers against your lips. "Because every time I see you I don't think that I can love you more and then you say something like that."

"That Daphne deserved better?" You smile.

Dean kisses you as soon as you say it, holding you so tight against him it's almost painful, but you don't care, because it reminds you that he's here with you.

"Say it again." He mutters.

"Daphne deserved better."

"Fuck I love you."

"And I love that each time I see you I find out more about your weird kinks." You snort rubbing the back of his head gently in the way you know he likes.

"It's not a kink, it's the truth." Dean sighs while adjusting his grip under your thighs to make sure he doesn't drop you.

"Mhmm. Sure."

"So how much longer do you have to work?" He asks.

You glance at the watch on your wrist behind his head. "About an hour. Longer if you keep distracting me."

"I'm a wonderful distraction Sweetheart. Wouldn't mind distracting you for a little longer." Dean's mouth drifts to your jaw.

"Dean." You sigh. "I love you baby, but can I please finish putting these away?"

"In a minute." He continues to kiss down the column of your throat, sucking a mark just below your jaw. "I missed you."

"I missed you too." You sigh, knotting your hands in his hair and securing him against your neck.

"Have I ever told you that you're the sexiest librarian I've ever seen?" Dean murmurs.

"Given how many you've watched on your laptop I'll take that as a compliment." You snort. "But they're probably wearing less clothes than I am-"

"I can fix that sweetheart."

You roll your eyes at your boyfriend, but you’re not opposed to what he’s suggesting. "How long can you stay?"

"Few days."

"Hmm."

"What do you think we should do with all that time?" Dean looks up with a mischievous glint in his eye that makes a shudder go down your spine.

"I have a few ideas."

"Oh really?"

"Mhm."

"What did you have in mind?"

"Something that will get our pulses racing." You kiss Dean, but before he can deepen it you pull back. "And maybe a few things that'll make me scream." You whisper, your breath upon his lips. "Would you like that Dean?"

"I think I would."

"Good."

"You know when you asked me if I wanted to hear you scream and wanted to get our pulses racing, this wasn't what I had in mind." Dean frowns, shrugging off his leather jacket and placing the extra large cheese pizza down on the end of your bed.

"Really? Huh. Can't imagine what else you were thinking about." You reply with an shrug, shuffling through your collection of DVD's to look for your favorite one.

"You act so innocent Sweetheart, but we both know how much trouble you seem to get us into all the time."

"I don't know what you're talking about." You finally see the familiar cover of your Alien Movie collection. "I can't believe you've never seen Alien before. It truly is one of the best movies in history." You set up the DVD player and grab the remote while Dean changes into his boxers.

You were looking forward to a relaxing night of watching movies and eating copious amounts of snacks and pizza to drown out the worry for the test on Monday. You figured that you had studied enough today with Tim at the library and now you were taking a well deserved break with Dean and your favorite comfort movie, Alien.

As soon as you found out Dean had never seen it, you'd wanted to make him watch it, but there never seemed to be time and tonight was perfect. You had grabbed a pizza on the way back, as well as every type of candy you could think of, beer (Dean's contribution), and popcorn.

"I was never really into Sci-Fi. That's more Sam." Dean sighs, nestling down on your small full sized bed, avoiding the pizza box.

"We both know that's a lie. You like Godzilla vs. Mothra!" You shout, changing out of your jeans and t-shirt, before grabbing the flannel that Dean took off a few seconds ago. It was still warm, but soft against your skin. “Not to mention I’ve heard you make at least seven Star Trek jokes.”

"Godzilla vs. Mothra is not really Sci-fi, that's giant monster destroying a city and it's awesome." Dean replies not taking his eyes off of you as you button up the flannel and ignoring your comment about Star Trek.

"Yes it is awesome and it most definitely is Sci-fi. And Alien is Sci-Fi for people who like Sci-fi and awesome monster movie for people who pretend to hate Sci-Fi like you. It has something for everyone, even cat lovers!" You get on the bed, sitting cross-legged next to him as you reach for the pizza and the bag that holds all your other snacks.

"Cat lovers?"

"There's a cat in this movie, Jonesy. He's adorable." You grab a slice of pizza and try not to moan out loud at the taste. "I love you." You whisper as you take another bite of the cheesy goodness.

"I love you too Sweetheart." Dean says with a heart-warming smile, not understanding that you are in fact talking to the pizza and not to him.

"Um. Well I love you too Dean-" You laugh awkwardly.

He frowns at you. "You were talking to the pizza weren't you?"

"No…"

Dean snorts and grabs a slice for himself. "Go on and start the movie. I doubt that I'll be able to stay awake for it."

"You're gonna love it!" You say leaning into his shoulder as you continue to eat.

"Uh-huh sure. How about we make this interesting?”

“How?” You lean your head back to look up at him.

“Well if I guess who dies one by one correctly, you take off a piece of clothing and if I guess wrong then I take off a piece of clothing.” He purrs tracing the edges of where his flannel hits your thighs.

“Dean you’re only wearing boxers. And I’m only wearing your shirt and underwear."

“Even better. Only have one wrong answer for me, and two correct ones for you.” He smirks wider.

“Are you trying to distract me from my favorite movie with the promise of sex?”

Dean leans in towards your face. “That depends. Is it working?”

You look at him, eyes tracing his handsome features, thinking about how much you missed him. “Nope.” You reply raising your slice of pizza between the two of you and taking a large bite.

Dean rolls his eyes and grabs a beer, snapping the metal top off with his bare hand.

How does he do something so normal and make it be so sexy?

“I promise that you’re gonna love it. And if you don’t, I promise I’ll make it up to you.” You stoke your hand down his muscular chest.

Dean lets out a heavy sigh. “Fine.” He grumbles, before pulling you into his side as the opening music fills your bedroom.

You’d seen Alien maybe a million times. Monster movies were your sister and your favorite and the Alien movie series was the subject of many movie nights you spent with her before she got married. Binge watching all of them while eating probably cancer inducing junk food was a regular occurrence. Not to mention her bachelorette theme was badass female characters and she had proudly dressed up like Ripley. 

You were excited to share this with him, and as much as he protested watching it, you knew that Dean was going to love  it.

"I'm gonna go make popcorn." You say shuffling through the bag of snacks for the box of microwavable popcorn that you were sure was at the bottom.

"What?" Dean perks up.

"I'm going to go make popcorn." You pull yourself from his arms, stretching your arms up to the ceiling before making your way to your bedroom door.

"I'll-um- I'll go with you." Dean clears his throat, rising from the bed to follow.

"What?" You turn to look at him.

You'd been watching for over an hour, long enough for the Xenomorph to be on the loose in the spaceship and long enough for him to see what a badass Ripley was. She was and you wouldn’t apologize for dumping Dean if you ever had a chance with her.

But Dean seemed to be enjoying the movie. He’d yelled for a solid five minutes at the crew who stood by and watched the xenomorph explode out of their friend’s chest and he’d grabbed you by the waist and shook you when the captain got killed in the air vents while screaming “it’s your fault he’s dead” to the characters on the screen.

He was hooked.

"I'm going to help you make the popcorn." He repeats, but he won't quite look at you, his eyes are shifting through your room, tracing over the dark shapes.

"Okay." You were confused as to why he was coming with you, but you shrug and walk out into your living room.

The apartment is quiet and dark. Your roommate, Suze, hadn't been home when you got there and you didn't know when she was coming back or if she would. She'd been spending an inordinate amount of time at her new boyfriend Matt's house, a boyfriend that you actually didn't hate running into and didn't make you feel uncomfortable.

After everything that happened with her ex Cooper, you had wondered if things between Suze and you would go back to normal. There had been a few awkward hello's and goodbye's, but since she started dating Matt about a month ago things seemed to settle down. So much so that she had actually invited you to come with them to get a drink one night and you were allowed to bring Dean, and it wasn't awkward, maybe at first, but not now. It had only taken two years for your roommate to actually like you.

I'll leave her a note to let her know that there's some extra beer in the fridge if she wants it.

You begin to open the box of popcorn to reach the plastic packets inside.

"Did you hear that?" Dean says, turning towards your front door and shielding your body from it like it's going to attack you.

"Hear what?" The plastic popcorn packet rustles as you tear it open before you place it into the microwave.

"That weird noise."

"Dean, I think you're hearing things."

"I am not!" He walks towards the door carefully.

"Yes you are." You stop for a second, watching his tense stature, and suddenly understand why he wanted to come with you into the kitchen. "Wait a minute, are you scared?"

"Huh?" Dean peeks over his shoulder eyes wide.

"You are! You're scared!" You snort. "I can’t believe this."

"I'm not scared." Dean lies, standing up straighter.

"Wow. Big bad Dean Winchester is scared of aliens."

"I am not!" He plants his hands on his hips, but its not enough to convince you.

"How are you scared of that? You see stuff worse than Xenomorphs everyday!" You laugh again, turning back to the microwave to pour the now made popcorn into a stainless steel bowl. 

"I don't see aliens. And I sure as hell don't see something like that!"

"Uh-huh. Sure." You shake your head at him, practically skipping back into your room. "And I thought this day couldn't get any better."

Dean collapses on the bed next to you in a huff. "How are you not afraid of that thing?"

"I’m honestly more disappointed that you haven’t proved their existence.”

“You want something like that to exist?”

“I mean it’s kinda cool-“

"Cool? You think that thing is cool?” Dean's mouth drops open in surprise.

“Yeah?” You shrug and pop a piece of the popcorn in your mouth.

“It’s got acid for blood!”

“So what you’re saying is, if one of those was on the loose you wouldn’t protect me?” You force your smile into an attractive pout, fluttering your eyelashes at Dean.

 He looks you right in the eye, without blinking and states, “Babe you’re on your own.”

 “Wow. It’s okay. I’ll protect you.”

“I don’t need you to protect me, I’m not scared.” Dean huffs as you fasten you arms around his chest and lay your head over his heart.

As the movie continues you keep sneaking glances at Dean, who has begun to subconsciously press you tighter and tighter against his chest with the arm he has wrapped around your back. He hasn't taken his eyes off the screen, the most he'd done is stress eat his way through all of your snacks.

But you loved it. You cuddled further into his chest, smiling against his skin as you did. You loved having these moments with him, hadn't had one with him in almost two weeks. The most the two of you had done was talk on the phone until you fell asleep, but you missed this. You missed your sexy, gentle, kind, passionate, caring, and gorgeous boyfriend.

“Come on. The CAT IS SMARTER THAN ALL OF THEM!” He shouts wincing as another crew member is killed by the creature.

“Yes it is.”  You snort.

"We should get a cat."

"What? Are you even a cat person?" You sit up and look at Dean, who is still watching the movie with wide eyes.

"I could be! It could tell that fucking thing was there! It was warning them and they didn’t listen and now they’re dead! See if we had a cat I’d listen to him." He argues.

"What are you the cat whisperer?"

"If it started acting weird then we’d know one of those things was around!" Dean shouts squeezing you tighter against his bare chest, his eyes still glued to the t.v.

Is it wrong that I like seeing him like this?

You'd never seen him afraid before, but it was giving you a sickening amount of joy for him to be clutching on to you so tightly. That was probably because you missed him so much and it was nice to be in his arms again, even if he was cutting off circulation to the top half of your body.

"Cats always act weird. They're cats. It’s kinda the whole deal."

"Do you like cats?"

"I could. I like dogs. I always wanted a pet when I was younger, but my sister is allergic." You frown at the tv.

When you were a kid you hadn't seen a problem and brought home a random dog while telling your sister loudly to "hold her breath."

Your parents hadn't thought it was as funny as you had.

"How is she doing?" Dean asks turning to look at you as the end credits roll.

He hadn't met any of your family yet and you were planning on asking Dean to come home with you for thanksgiving in a few weeks, but you weren't sure it was a good idea. You loved him and he loved you, but you were afraid that he would freak out about meeting your family. You knew that he wasn't used to something like that, meeting a significant other's family,  and you didn't want to push him to do something uncomfortable.

Then again, the premise of free food will probably entice him. Not to mention my mom is the best cook in the world.

"Good. The baby is due in November and she's hoping that it'll be out by Thanksgiving because she doesn’t want to miss the one holiday that doesn't fat shame you for taking another plate. I just called her the other day, she can’t wait for it to be over."

You also hadn't seen your sister in a little bit, but it was difficult to balance that, especially because she lived so far away and you were trying to balance work, school, and Dean. But you did get a phone call out to her at least once every week. Lately it had been more because she liked to call to complain about being pregnant and because her husband was away on business, she wasn't able to do it to him.

"How’s her husband?"

"He’s good. Just got promoted. I still have no idea what he does. She says she doesn’t either. Every time I asks my brain turns off. Then again she said she’d be okay if he was out there shaking it for dollar bills, as long as he brings money home."

"I think I love your sister."

"She is pretty great. And honestly, it seems like a nice way to pick up some extra cash-"

"No." Dean smiles slips into a frown.

"No what?" You ask him confused.

"You’re not allowed to become a stripper."

"I didn’t say I wanted to. Just that it might be a viable option to getting some cash on the side."

"No.” Dean’s eyes flick from where Ripley is fighting the alien in the escape pod to focus on you.

“You know it’s a free country and if I wanted to be a stripper I could."

"Nope."

"What?"

"Sorry doll. The only one that gets to see this sexy  body is me."

“I think you’re being selfish.”

“Yes unashamedly. I want you all to myself.” Deans smile shifts into a smirk, eyes glinting mischievously. “Though if you wanted to give me a show I wouldn’t be against it.”

“Hmm. I’ll think about it.”

"So what did you think about the movie?"

"I liked it, though I think it's kind of a red flag that this is your comfort movie."

"Says the guy who's entire trunk of his car is a red flag."

"I'm serious. How is this your comfort movie?" Dean gestures at the end credits that continue to scroll to the iconic soundtrack.

"I don't know. I like it. It makes me feel better about my problems watching them all scramble around."

"You're so weird." Dean sighs shaking his head.

"I know. It's great isn't it?" You flash a wide grin and elbow him in the side.

"Keeps me on my toes."

You find the box that contains the entire collection underneath the wrappers of all the snacks and wave it in front of you to taunt him. “So I’ve got the next three on DVD. Unless you’re too scared Winchester.”

“Bring it on!”

"Or," You smile up at him. "We could take a break because you were very brave. And maybe you deserve a reward." You press a kiss along the edge of his jaw, feeling the scratch of his stubble against the soft pillow of your lips. Dean had allowed it to grow out a little more than usual and you loved that.

"And what would we do?" Dean asks you innocently, but his green eyes gleam with mischief, tracing down to where his shirt rests over your thighs.

"Something that would get our pulses racing-"

Dean tackles you back against your bed, his lips inches apart from yours. “I’d like that sweetheart.”

“Thought so.”

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[theyhavetakenovermylife]

“Det Modsatte” (Angst?)

2003!Michelangelo x reader

A/N: Felt like writing another songfic, as I’m honestly having a blast with these. I’ve also been looking at was to add the songs in my post, so you can listen to it, or at least parts of it, but it’s still a working process. So far I’ve started with a snippet from Spotify at the bottom of the post, for those of you that are interested. Anyway, hope you’ll enjoy🧡

Song: “Det Modsatte” by Mumle.

Danish song with English translation provided. "Det modsatte" means "the opposite".

Due to American drinking laws, all characters are at least 21.

Warnings: Horrible girlfriend?, smoking, cheating?

Til nytårsaften / Det første møde med / Dit nye vedhæng og hendes attitude / Hun siger dig ingenting / Så hvorfor skal hun med? / Jeg hader, at hun tror, at du en dag ku' glemme mig.

(At New Year’s Eve / For the first meeting with / Your new pendant and her attitude / She doesn’t tell you anything / So why does she have to come? / I hate that she thinks that you one day could forget me).

After making friends with four mutant turtles, with the youngest of them becoming your best friend shortly afterward, you pretty much expected anything to happen at that point. But even after several years of friendship, with you and Michelangelo pretty much doing everything together, there was one thing you didn’t expect.

But then, as you, the turtles and all your mutual friends were planning a New Year’s party at April and Casey’s place, Mikey dropped the news on you: Mikey had gotten a girlfriend, and he wanted to bring her for the party.

At first you were shocked - more so shocked at the strange pit that was forming inside your stomach. But you pushed it aside, smiling at Mikey, telling that you were excited to meet his new girlfriend. if she made your best friend happy, it was worth getting along with her for him. Especially given the nature of Mikey and his brothers, partners most likely didn’t come easy to them. So you decided to give it your best shot. Who knows, maybe she would be really nice.

New Year finally came around, with fireworks shooting outside the windows of April and Casey’s apartment. Mikey arrived a bit later than the rest, with his new girlfriend following with her arm linked with him. And og boy, she was… something. You didn’t want to judge a book by its cover, but she was… not what you had expected. Especially not for someone like Mikey. She smiled way less than him, and ever once seemed to enjoy any of his jokes. At one point you swore you could hear Mikey whispering to her, asking her what was wrong, to which she gave him a sharp and dragged out “nothing”.

As the night continued on, something became very clear to you regarding Mikey’s girlfriend. She wouldn’t let you and Mikey talk at any point during the party. You really couldn’t help but notice the way she always seemed to place herself between you and Mikey, cutting off your conversations. But when you caught a sharp look from her, it was very clear what she thought of you. She did not want you anywhere near her boyfriend - your best friend.

Og hendes synspunkt er noget for sig selv / Får appetit ude, og så spiser hun hjemme / Er du nu sikker på / At du ka' stole på hende? / Men når kalenderen er fyldt, når det bli'r midnat.

(Her viewpoint is something for itself / Gets an appetite out, and then she eats at home / Are you sure / That you can trust her? / But when the calendar is filled, when it becomes midnight).

As the New Year’s party went on, one thing became very clear - Mikey’s new girlfriend had very different ways of viewing the world from those of Mikey. While Mikey was happy and warm, with a bright smile, and a love for hearing what other people had going on, she was closed of and cold, her resting expression looking like she purposely tried to create something that could best be described as a resting bitch face, and a total disregard for what other people were saying. She even looked like she was bored when she heard you or the others talk, only lighting up ever so slightly when Mikey spoke. But even that wasn’t much.

It got to the point where you and the others shot each other looks, as if you all were thinking the same about her, wondering why Mikey would want to get involved with that. It almost spilled over to outright rage, when you overheard her asking Mikey if he could come and cook for her after the party, while you all ate the dinner April had made for you, with Mikey’s girlfriend not having touched any of it.

Mikey, who was still eating when his girlfriend asked if he could cook for her, seemed slightly confused, yet not catching on to what was happening at the table. He offered to cook for her the next day instead, to which she told him - with a pointed look - that she had other plans. That didn’t go unnoticed by anybody, with a slight awkward tension building around the table. But still Mikey didn’t seem to notice, nor did he seem to notice the irritation the girl as his side was causing you. And just as you found the girl irritating, you found Mikey’s seeming oblivion frustrating.

For du ved ikk' hvor hun er, når hun ikke er derhjemme / Så når du finder ud af hvor, ska' du høre det igen.

(Because you don’t know where she is, when she isn’t at home / So when you find out where, you’re going to hear it again).

You and the others’ first meeting with Mikey’s girlfriend wasn’t much of a success, yet he didn’t seem to notice, or chose not to. Nor did he seem to notice the death stars she gave you, whenever you hung out with him. But with Mikey suddenly wanting to spend time with his girlfriend, during the periods of time she finally declared that she had time for him, you didn’t see your best friend as much as you used to. But that didn’t stop you from hanging out with his brothers in the lair. Just because Mikey was your best friend, it didn’t mean that you weren’t very close with his older brothers.

One day you found yourself in the lair, playing video games with Mikey’s brothers. It was fun. You were laughing and enjoying yourselves, when Mikey suddenly came in, looking confused and somewhat distracted, staring at his phone with an unsure expression.

You asked him what was wrong, watching as Mikey seemed more and more anxious. That was not a common sight for someone like Mikey, and it honestly made you nervous. But then Mikey asked if you or any of his brothers had heard from his girlfriend. He didn’t know where she was, and she wasn’t answering his calls and texts.

“Again?”, Raph asked. “I thought you talked it out with her last week, after she turned that same trick on you”.

“It’s not a trick”, Mikey said, checking his phone again for a text or a call that still hadn’t gone through. “She’s… just hard to reach sometimes”.

“Yeah, she’s just hard to reach”, Donnie mumbled, giving Mikey a flat expression, as if to tell him that he believed very little in that statement. You couldn’t help but feel bad for Mikey when you saw how his expression faltered for a moment, before looking down at his phone, with still no notifications.

Hun er det modsatte af alt, du ku' ha' tænkt dig / For hun skider på principper, som du altid har haft / Så når du tænder sidste smøg, inden I tager hjem / Så skal du huske, at jeg aldrig vænner mig til-.

(She’s the opposite of all, you could have wanted / She shits on principles, that you’ve always had / So when you light your last smoke, before you go home / You should remember, I will never get used to-).

After Mikey got a girlfriend, it was actually quite hard for you to spend time with him like you used to. He was very often busy with plans, with her for some reason only being able to see him, the times you and he would usually hang out. You had little doubt as to why, but Mikey still didn’t seem to notice how his girlfriend purposely tried to make it hard for the two of you to hang out, changing her plans the moment she heard he was going to see you. To everybody else other than Mikey, that she was trying to keep you apart. But she couldn’t always do that.

Once again April had a celebration at her and Casey’s place, meaning that you and the turtles were invited over for a few drinks, good vibes and maybe a few board games. Mikey’s girlfriend couldn’t be there. She had some kind of plans with some of her friends, and that was all she told Mikey.

It was nice. It was fun. You laughed and joked, and you even had a great time with Mikey. But suddenly, Mikey’s phone started ringing. It was her. Mikey excused himself, before walking away from the table you had been playing board games at, picking up the phone. It wasn’t long into the phone conversation, before Mikey stepped out on April and Casey’s fire escape, to continue the phone call. Not a word to you or the others.

After some time, you started to feel worried for Mikey. And so, you decided to go out and check on him. You found him out on the fire escape, elbows on the railing and his shoulders slouching, a lit cigarette between two of his three fingers on his right hand. You stopped for a moment. You have never known Mikey to smoke, so why was he suddenly doing that? Was it something she had gotten him into? You couldn’t find any other explanation. She always smelled of smoke and her voice was harsh, as if she had been smoking 20 a day.

“Is everything okay?”, you asked, leaning against the brick wall.

Mikey hesitated for a moment, taking a drag from the cigarette. You really didn’t like that sight. That was not the Mikey you knew. There was no smile, a strong contrast to the Mikey you had played board games with just moments ago in April and Casey’s apartment. He looked stressed, and you wondered if she was the reason why.

“She had a fight with her friends and is all out of it. When I’m done with this I’ll be heading to her place to make sure everything’s okay”, Mikey said, nodding toward the cigarette in his hand. You nodded, nervously biting your lip. You probably shouldn’t have asked, but you did anyway.

“Did she get you into smoking?”

Mikey froze for a moment, before looking down at the tobacco in his hand. He did not answer you, but gave you a small shrug. You took that as a yes.

Hendes humor og syge energi / Og når du tror på, at hun kunne være min gode veninde / Så når du spørger om, jeg vil hjælpe med at finde en ring / Så skal du huske, at jeg aldrig vænner mig til hende.

(Her humor and sick energy / And when you believe, that she could be my good friend / So when you ask me, if I want to help you find a ring / You should remember, I will never get used to her).

You and Mikey stood in silence on the fire escape, with Mikey’s cigarette only growing shorter and shorter with each drag of it.

“You know”, Mikey suddenly said, breaking the silence. “Maybe you two should hang out one day. Maybe you could become good friends”.

You were shocked at Mikey’s idea. Had he really not noticed the way she looked at you? Had he really not noticed how she would do almost anything, to make sure that you and your best friend wouldn’t spend time alone together? Was Mikey really that blinded by her?

“What makes you say that?”, you asked. But when Mikey started avoiding your eyes, you became worried. “Mikey, what’s going on?”

“I just thought it would be great for you to get to know each other, before…”, Mikey flattered, seeming nervous with what he was about to say.

“Before what?”, you asked, pressing him further.

“Before I ask you to help me find a ring”, Mikey finally let out, still not looking at you.

Hun er det rene vanvid, når I er alene / Den mørke sandhed, for kaos jagter hende / Og starter kappestrid / Som du ikk' kan vinde / Når det ender, ka’ jeg smil’, og sige "hva' sagde jeg?"

(She’s pure madness, when you’re alone / The dark truth, because chaos is hunting her / And starts battles / Which you can not win / When it ends, can I smile, and say “what did I say?”)

It was as if that comment snapped something inside of you. Up until that point you had kept your opinion to yourself, feeling bad for Mikey whenever his brothers would make comments about his girlfriend, thinly wailing what they really thought about her. But now, that last bit of barrier was not enough to stop you anymore.

“You can’t be serious”, you said, sounding quite a bit harsher than what you had intended to.

Mikey looked at you, seeming somewhat shocked by tone, as if he truly hadn’t thought you would react like that. “What do you mean?”

“You’re telling me that you seriously don’t see what she’s doing?”, you asked, feeling your last bits of patience disappear. Mikey frowned, seemling forgetting the cigarette that was halfway up to his mouth. “Mikey, she’s the complete opposite of you”.

“Sometimes opposites attract”, Mikey said, shrugging his shoulders, still seeming confused.

“You can’t be serious”, you said, finally letting your build up frustrations out. “Mikey, she’s not good for you. She’s never been good for you. Hell, she even got you smoking to cope with the stress of being with her! She won’t even let me hang out with you, and you really don’t seem to care or notice! Your brothers see it, and I know if you think about it a little longer, you will see how they have been hinting at it over and over again. So no Mikey, I don’t want to become her friend, and I don’t want to help you look for a ring! And if I have to be absolutely honest, I think she’s mad. I think she’s a horrible human being, and I often wonder why someone as nice and wonderful as you would get with her in the first place!”

Mikey didn’t say a word. Instead he stared at you for a moment, his mouth parted in shock. He looked hurt, yet there was something in his eyes. Something that kept him from getting mad at you, but instead actually thought of what you had told him.

Mikey dropped his cigarette, before turning towards the railing, mumbling something along the lines, that he would go check on his girlfriend.

“Go ask her about it”, you said before Mikey could make his way off the fire escape. “Ask her about it and see what she says”.

Mikey didn’t say anything. Instead he sat on the railing for a moment, before taking a jump, disappearing into the night, heading for her apartment.

For du ved ikk' hvor hun er, når hun ikke er derhjemme / Så den dag hun stikker af, ska' du høre det igen.

(Because you don’t know where she is, when she isn’t at home / So the day she runs away, you’re going to hear it again).

It wasn’t long after that you decided to go home yourself, suddenly feeling very tired after your talk with Mikey. The others seemed very understanding of your sudden departure, having heard your emotional outburst at Michelangelo. Even Leonardo came and placed a comforting hand on your shoulder with a small smile, as a way to say that he understood. You did the thing many of them had been too scared to do.

You got home, feeling absolutely drained, kicking off your shoes before dropping down on the couch, rubbing your forehead with a sigh. You started to wonder if this was it. Was this the end of your friendship with Michelangelo? Would he go home to his girlfriend and decide to cut you out? Would he listen to her and whatever crazy reasons she had for not liking you? That was at least what you feared.

It was there, sitting in your own unsurety and fear, that your phone started ringing, the name of your orange clad friend lighting up your screen. Confused and slightly concerned you picked up the phone, holding it to your ear.

“Hello?”

“Hey…”, Mikey’s voice sounded on the other side, slightly out of breath, wavering a bit. “Can I come over?”

“Why? What happened?”, you asked, feeling worried for your friend.

“I- I tried to talk to her”, Mikey said. “And then she left. Can I please come over?”

Hun er det modsatte af alt, du ku' ha' tænkt dig / For hun skider på principper, som du altid har haft / Så når du tænder sidste smøg, inden I tager hjem / Så skal du huske, at jeg aldrig vænner mig til- / Hendes humor og syge energi / Og når du tror på, at hun kunne være min gode veninde / Så når du spørger om, jeg vil hjælpe med at finde en ring / Så skal du huske, at jeg aldrig vænner mig til hende.

(She’s the opposite of all, you could have wanted / She shits on principles, that you’ve always had / So when you light your last smoke, before you go home / You should remember, I will never get used to- / Her humor and sick energy / And when you believe, that she could be my good friend / So when you ask me, if I want to help you find a ring / You should remember, I will never get used to her).

There was an awkward silence when Mikey entered through your window. He just kind of stood there, his head low, his eyes avoiding you. But the awkward silence didn’t last long before you offered him a seat next to you on the couch. He in turn gave you a weak smile, before heading to sit next to you. Here Mikey sat in silence, staring at his hands, as you asked him what was going on.

“I did as you said”, Mikey finally said, his voice small and low, as if he was scared of what would happen if he spoke.

“And what did she say?”, you asked, keeping your voice soft and low.

“She got… very mad and started screaming”, Mikey said, dragging a hand over his face. “She ended up leaving the apartment. I don’t know where she is right now”.

Du ku' ha' valgt en kassedame eller hjernekirurg / Du ku' ha' valgt en dealer på det store casino / Du ku' ha' sunget hele natten med en sangerinde / Og alligevel valgt' du hende.

(You could have chosen a cashier or brain surgeon / You could have chosen a dealer at the big casino / You could have been singing all night with a singer / And you still chose her).

“I’m sorry to hear that”, you said, honestly feeling bad for your terrapin friend.

“No you aren’t”, Mikey said in a strange chuckle, still not looking at you. “According to you, this is probably the best thing that could happen”.

“Mikey”, you said, turning your whole body towards him. “Just because I don’t like her, it doesn’t mean that I can empathize with you”. Mikey momentarily glanced at you through the corner of his eye. It was not a harsh look, not a side eye by any means, but more of a cautionary look, looking at your body language to make sure that you were speaking the truth. “My frustrations probably got the best of me, and I didn’t say it to you the right way, but what I was meaning to say, is that you can do so much better, Mikey. She isn’t good for you, but you’re amazing Mikey”. You placed a hand on his shoulder, watching the both of them lose their tension. “You could have anyone, Mikey. You could choose anyone, and yet you chose her. And that made me sad. I really don’t understand how or why you got with her in the first place, but it made me sad to watch you with her, seeing how she treated you, me and your brothers. My intention was never to make you feel bad, but to help you. Maybe I should have said something sooner, but it felt wrong, but today I just couldn’t hold it back anymore. I’m so sorry if I hurt your feelings, it was never-”.

Hun er det modsatte af alt, du ku' ha' tænkt dig / For hun skider på principper, som du altid har haft / Så når du tænder sidste smøg, inden I tager hjem / Så skal du huske, at jeg aldrig vender mig til / Hendes humor og syge energi / Og når du tror på, at hun kunne være min gode veninde / Så når du spørger om, jeg vil hjælpe med at finde en ring / Så skal du huske, at jeg aldrig vænner mig til hende.

(She’s the opposite of all, you could have wanted / She shits on principles, that you’ve always had / So when you light your last smoke, before you go home / You should remember, I will never get used to- / Her humor and sick energy / And when you believe, that she could be my good friend / So when you ask me, if I want to help you find a ring / You should remember, I will never get used to her).

You were suddenly cut off by the feeling of Mikey’s soft lips against your, his hands on the sides of your head, titling you ever so slightly. You let out a small startled sound, but found yourself relaxing against him shortly after.

Mikey’s lips were soft and molded against your perfectly. You would be lying if you said you hadn’t been wondering about how Mikey’s lips would have felt against yours. In fact, you had done that several times. Yet you had always pushed that thought to the back of your mind, acting like it had never been there in the first place. But now, here you sat with Michelangelo on your couch, your lips connected together, all these hidden thoughts came back in full force.

Your lips moved together in soft motions, the world around you forgotten with your arms wrapped around each other. That was when Mikey’s phone started ringing, causing the two of you to separate.

Mikey pulled out his phone with an annoyed sigh, when he saw the name of the last person he wanted to talk to lighting up on the screen. Yet he picked not, not trying to hide his annoyance in the slightest.

“What do you want?”, he asked annoyed, one of his arms still around you. You tried not to smile, when you saw him roll his eyes at the voice on the other side, as she asked him about something, while complaining about something else. “Yeah, figure that out yourself. We’re done”, Mikey said before hanging up, tossing his phone somewhere on the couch, ignoring it as it started ringing again. You and Mikey soon found that it was easy to ignore a ringing phone when your lips was engaged.

[in1-nutshell]

Hello! I am SOO sorry that I have been cramping you with asks, so feel as free as you can be to push this one alll the way back, or deny it, I am not desperate at all. I just want to type this before I forget this. So after the Megatron with a daughter who was his opposite post, I, too, am in love with this opposite personality daughter series. Like just all of our favourite men as fathers of daughters with individual personalities of themselves but also more or less all resonated their fathers one way or another, or someone they knew! I LOVE IT! And I realized how this formed a perfect trilogy now.

So I am real curious. What if the three daughters exist in the same universe? And, may or may not interact? (would we need individual names for them all? Or Buddy 1 and 2 and 3 like Spider-Man: No Way Home and no one questions it?)

Hello!

I've actually been thinking about continuing the 'daughter with different personality' thing. Maybe in the future you'll see more!

Originally the plan was to have all the Buddy's to be in the same universe, but I ended up scrapping the idea and decided to create separate universes for each one (unless the plot tells me otherwise :))

When I saw the Spiderman part my mind went to this.

(Who knows for the future)

Hope you enjoy!

Optimus Prime, Ratchet, and Megatron's daughters meeting each other for the first time.

SFW, Platonic, Familial, groundbridge and relic shenanigans, Cybertronain reader

TFP

In TFP Rats universe.

Buddy was just minding her own business cleaning and wiping down her father’s tools.

It’s a nice day on base.

There was low Decepticon activity for the past few days, the children were playing their games, Bulkhead and Smokescreen were trying to get Bumblebee and Arcee to play Lob with them, Ultra Magnus and Optimus were reviewing plans for something, and her father, Ratchet, was with Wheeljack looking at a new relic they found in the Artic.

“It’s not another scraplet trap, right?”--Raf

“Nope! Completely checked it with the scanner. We should be good now.”--Buddy

“We ‘should’ be good?”--Bulkhead

“There is always a percentage of things blowing up, I’m not counting that out.”--Buddy

Without warning, the relic whirled to life jumping and shaking onto the floor.

Everyone jumped and backed away from the whirling sound it made. Bright light came out of it as the shaking intensified. The noise was loud enough to get everyone to come to the main room.

The machine scanned the closest bot, Buddy, and opened a portal, shooting out tons of air.

The children nearly flew back, but thanks to Ultra Magnus and Optimus, they were caught before they flew off the ledge.

“Hey Ratchet! What’s it doing?!”--Bulkhead

“Oh, it’s putting on a rock concert. OBVIOUSLY, I DON’T KNOW!”--Ratchet

Machine whirls louder.

“Buddy! Hide behind the med slab!”--Wheeljack

Buddy already behind the slab, clutching onto dear life.

“With all due respect, WHAT DO YOU THINK I’M DOING?!”--Buddy

Meanwhile in megs dimension

Buddy calmly walking down the halls of the Nemesis with some data pads.

“Hmm… wonder why they need so many data pads…”--Buddy

Sudden portal pops up on the wall next to them.

“What in the—”--Buddy

Portal starts sucking her in.

“AHHH—”--Buddy

Portal sucks Buddy in leaving the discarded data pads sprawled in the middle of the hallway.

In op dimension

Buddy is resting her arm on the handrail while talking with Miko.

“How’s the playlist going?”--Miko

“Haven’t been working too much on it. Patrol has been up my tailpipe lately. Do you have any more recommendations?”--Buddy

“Yeah! How about—”—Miko

A sudden portal opens.

“Umm, I don’t remember Ratchet opening up a groundbridge.”--Miko

Buddy grabbing a grenade from her subspace.

“That’s because he hasn’t!”--Buddy

Buddy chucks a grenade at the portal.

BAM!

Nothing happens to the portal.

“What!”—Miko and Buddy

The portal starts sucking them in.

Buddy grabs Miko as she starts to get dragged in, pounds a hole in the ledge and places her in there.

“Buddy? Buddy what are you—”--Miko

Buddy groans as she tries to keep her footing but gets sucked in and the portal closes.

“BUDDY!”--Miko

In Rats dimension

Two figures pop out of the portal and slam into Ratchet’s daughter.

The portal closes.

The two figures groaned.

Op Buddy sits up rubbing her helm.

Meg Buddy sliding off the med slab and onto the floor on her back.

“Urgh… my aching helm…”—Megs Buddy

Rat Buddy gently massaging her helm before looking at the two strangers.

“Who are you?”—Rat Buddy

Op Buddy looks at the others.

“Who are you?!”—Op Buddy

Meg Buddy looking at all the Autobots in the area.

“WHERE AM I?!”—Meg Buddy

Optimus carefully approaches the younglings.

Megs Buddy quickly moves back while the other two just stare widely.

“Buddy—”--Optimus

“Yes?”—All Buddy’s

All Buddy’s turn around and point at each other.

“Your name is Buddy! I’m Buddy!”—All Buddy’s

Meg Buddy standing up pacing a bit.

“Maybe this is some alternate universe…I always thought something like this was possible from what he said… It’s the only logical explanation for this…”—Megs Buddy

“That seems to check out. Which explains why Dad hasn’t started giving me the ‘speech’ again.”—Op Buddy

“Dad?”--Kids

“… Oh, this is going to be fun.”—Op Buddy

“This is not going to be fun…”—Meg Buddy

Everyone is confused.

Come to find the relic would scan someone and find ‘alternatives’ of them. It could mean alternative of the bot or by their names.

To avoid confusion the Buddy’s are labeled.

Op’s Buddy would be known as Buddy 1.

Rats Buddy would be known as Buddy 2.

Megs Buddy would be known as Buddy 3.

“How come she’s Buddy 1? Why not our Buddy? She was hear before you guys showed up.”--Miko

“Cause I’m older and cooler.”—Buddy 1

“Yeah right.”--Miko

“Don’t believe me Miko? Watch this.”—Buddy 1

Buddy 1 transforms into a monster truck.

“I take it back! That’s so cool! Can I ride you!?”--Miko

“Of course!”—Buddy 1

“Miko no!”--Bulkhead

“Miko yes!”--Miko

“Then why is our Buddy number two?”--Raf

“Because I’m the second oldest. Three is the youngest one here.”—Buddy 2

“Guess it makes sense. You she is kind a smaller than you two.”--Jack

“Hey! I’m a minicon! Of course, I’m smaller than everyone here!”—Buddy 3

“You’re a minicon?”--Arcee

Buddy 3 shrinks back a bit at Arcee’s gaze nodding.

Buddy 1 made the Team guess who her father was, bets were on the table and ready to be thrown. Buddy 1 managed to get Buddy 3 to get in on the guessing part. Buddy 3 guaranteed that no one would guess her creator.

A part of her didn’t want them to know either.

“All right we are ready.”--Miko

“Wow so soon?”—Buddy 3

“Too soon if you asked me.”—Buddy 1

“We’ve narrowed down three bots for each. If we win, 1 needs to take me out dune bashing in her alt mode.”--Miko

“Miko!”--Bulkhead

“I can stand by that.”—Buddy 1

“And if you don’t guess right?”—Buddy 2

“You’ll have to tell us.”--Miko

“…”—Buddy 3

“Lets get started!”--Miko

“Okay these ones are for Buddy 1.”--Smokescreen

“Got it, lets hear them.”—Buddy 1

“First one… Wheeljack!”--Miko

Buddy 1 laughing at the response.

“HAHAHAHA, Sorry, its just, just that Jackie here is more like my Uncle. Definitely not my dad.”—Buddy 1

“All righty then… Bulkhead!”--Miko

Buddy starts laughing at that one too.

“Nope! Bulks also like my Uncle!”—Buddy 1

“The last one… Smokescreen!”—Miko

Buddy is now on the floor laughing her tanks and near crying.

“…I’ll take that as a no then…”--Raf

Buddy finally stops laughing.

“You lose.”—Buddy 1

“Got that. Now spill it! Who’s your Dad?!”--Miko

Buddy stands up rather stoically.

“One shall stand, one shall fall.”—Buddy 1

Everyone stares at Optimus, who looks equally as surprised.

“Your—your Boss Bots kid!? How!?”--Miko

“A question everyone has been asking since we met.”—Buddy 1

Miko turns to Buddy 3.

She hoped that they would have forgotten her, but alas here she was.

“Your turn!”--Miko

Buddy 3 nervously sits next to Prime and Ratchet

“First one… Arcee!”--Miko

Buddy 3 looking terrified.

“NO! I mean no.”--Buddy 3

“How about… Ultra Magnus!”--Miko

Buddy shakes her helm while looking at Magnus.

“Sorry try again.”—Buddy 3

“Okay… Optimus!”--Miko

Buddy 1 looks at Buddy 3.

“Are we siblings!?”—Buddy 1

“I mean aren’t we all in a way?”—Buddy 3

“Buddy.”--Ratchet

“Sorry, the answer is no.”—Buddy 3

“Dang it!”--Miko

“Then who is your Dad?”--Raf

“…Megatron…”—Buddy 3

“…”—Everyone

“HOW!”--Jack

Buddy shrinks back at the sudden movements.

Buddy 1 and Buddy 2 immediately stand by Buddy 3

“Hold it now. Just because 3 dad is Bucket head, no offense.”—Buddy 1

“None taken.”—Buddy 3

“Doesn’t mean she’s bad. Right?”—Buddy 2

“No, no I’m not.”—Buddy 3

“Really and how can you prove it?”--Arcee

“Arcee—”—Buddy 2

“Well think about this. If I was truly bad, why haven’t I hurt you.”—Buddy 3

“Because your short?”--Smokescreen

“… Okay that one’s asking for it… but beside the point, I could have easily hurt the kids, yet I haven’t. I could have attacked or given any other hint that I had malicious intentions. But I haven’t, have I?”—Buddy 3

Pause

“I stand by 3.”—Buddy 1

“And I stand with 1 and 3.”—Buddy 2

“I will stand by her as well.”--Optimus

“Prime!”—Most of the team

“Prime?”—Buddy 3

“She is our guest and so is 1. We must treat them with the respect they deserve.”--Optimus

“…Thank you Prime.”—Buddy 3

After the confrontation a little more research is done on the machine.

Thanks to Buddy 3’s expert decoding skills, she was able to read the full effects of the machine as well as how to reverse it.

The good news was that the effects were reversable.

The bad news was that the machine needed time to recuperate before usage again.

The Buddy’s decided to kill time by hanging out with each other and the team in the meantime.

Aka shenanigan time.

1 tries to start a conversation with her alternate family especially with Prime.

She is curious to see if there are any differences between her father and her alternative father.

“You always did have a thing for the Halls, didn’t you?”—Buddy 1

“The Halls of Iacon was where I worked.”--Optimus

“You mean, where Orion worked.”—Buddy 1

“…Yes.”--Optimus

“Sorry, but I see Orion and Optimus as two separate bots sometimes.”—Buddy 1

“It is understandable.”--Optimus

3 tended to stay with 2 for the most part.

2 was a soft soul and was quiet for the most part.

2 did entertain 3 with the occasional story here and there.

Buddy 2 and 3 talking to each other near the med bay.

“What do you think they’re talking about?”--Smokescreen

“Beep boop bep bop boop. (Probably about medical stuff.)”--Bumblebee

“Yeah, probably.”--Smokescreen

“So, then Arcee raised her blasters at the wannabe Cybertronians and started blasting.”—Buddy 2

Buddy 3 listening intently.

1 likes to place 2 and 3 on her shoulders.

1 being the tallest and bulkiest of the Buddy’s could support the weight, not that they did weigh anything to her.

The other two Buddy’s liked feeling tall.

“Hey! Hey! Look at this!”—Buddy 1

Buddy 1 supporting Buddy 2 on her shoulders while Buddy 3 was on top.

“We are Buddy Supreme!”—Buddy 2

Buddy 1 has a bright smile on her face.

Buddy 2 has a wobbly smile trying not to laugh while carrying 3.

Buddy 3 is just staring in amazement.

“So, this is what it’s like to be tall… this is nice.”—Buddy 3

Soon it was time for them to leave.

3 really doesn’t want to leave her new friends behind.

She certainly doesn’t want to go back to the dark halls of the Nemesis.

But this pleasant experience was soon to be the spark to ignite the flame for peace between the two fractions again.

She was going to do everything she could to end this war with peace.

Whether Megatron liked it or not.

“It was lovely seeing you all and knowing there are alternative versions of myself out there. I hope we meet again on much pleasanter terms in the future.”—Buddy 3

“Same goes to you 3!”—Buddy 1 and 2

Buddy 3 walks through the portal.

A flash of purple shines before returning to its natural color.

“It’s your turn kid—”--Wheeljack

“SEE YA!”—Buddy 1

Buddy 1 back flips into the portal before a flash of blue shines.

The portal turns off and all is still.

“…Well, wasn’t that an eventful Wednesday afternoon?”—Buddy

In megs universe

Buddy bounces off the wall of the Nemesis.

Literally.

“For once I’d wish for a smooth landing…”--Buddy

“Buddy.”--Soundwave

Buddy looks up to see Soundwave.

Buddy waves.

“Hey Soundwave.”--Buddy

Soundwave starts walking forward.

“Sorry about the data pads—”--Buddy

Soundwave is in front of Buddy.

“I swear I meant to go straight to the room when—”--Buddy

Soundwave gets down on his knees and pulls Buddy in a tight hug.

Buddy freezes for a moment before hugging back.

None say anything, just holding onto each other in one of the empty halls of the Nemesis.

In op universe

Buddy gets thrown at Bumblebee and Smokescreen.

“OW!”--Buddy

“BEEP! (BUDDY!)”--Bumblebee

“BUDDY!”--Smokescreen

Both bots hugging Buddy’s sides tightly.

“We heard from Miko that you go sucked into some groundbridge or something!”--Smokescreen

Buddy patting both bots helms.

Bumblebee digs his helm further in Buddy’s neck cables whirling in concern and relief.

“Boy, do I have a story to tell you guys. But let’s wait till everyone gets here, I can’t wait to see Doc bot’s reaction to his daughter.”--Buddy

“HIS WHAT!?”—Smokescreen and Bumblebee

“MY WHAT!”--Ratchet

[zee-has-commitment-issues]

Vincent being super excited to share his hard work with August vs Vincent being so sad at the end of their conversation truly is my Roman Empire

LIKE WDYM?

HE’S SO MEAN WHY IS HE SO BBG WITH AUGUST AND NILS I’M SO CONFUSED

[waitmyturtles]

4 Minutes, Family, and Perceptions of Reality

Last week, before episode 6 aired, I was itching to pen some thoughts about breaking down family ties in 4 Minutes and how I thought themes like intergenerational trauma and filial piety (I stay so typical here on this blog) were affecting each character.

I'm glad I held off, and it's still probably just too soon to write this kind of analysis without knowing the entirety of the story. But this post by @cookie-kat777 about Great and possible present depression has me thinking at least about family, the way we are raised, and how our upbringings at least contribute to how we see the world as adults.

In this past Friday's episode, with @cookie-kat777's post on my mind, Great struck me as lonely and sociopathic -- and did Bible Wichapas ever do a HELL of a job acting out Great's generally questionable reactions as compared to everyday, normal social expectations of behavior surrounding INCREDIBLY intense and traumatic exposures to literal murder and/or death. At least we see him taking meds, but those giggles at the dinner table with his family were clearly off-putting and indicated that Great is not quite “there” in the head.

Even if Great didn't know about the illegal gambling business that built his wealthy lifestyle -- the choices, separately, that his father and his mother made to ensure their existence as a wealthy and important family certainly had brutal impacts on Great as he grew up, as well as, we assume, their emotional neglect of him during his upbringing.

(And, if I can bring up an example from the previous timeshift of earlier in the series, we know Great's parents used money to literally buy him happiness by way of toys that had no emotional meaning to him. Money may have bought him protection from consequences, but we've known from the start that it's never brought him happiness.)

Great's perception of what's SAFE and morally/ethically RIGHT, or at least, ACCEPTABLE, in the wider world, versus his own internal world, are UTTERLY OFF. While @cookie-kat777 absolutely lays out how that mental state could affect Great internally vis à vis depression, I'll also posit that it was Great's family environment -- his mother, his father, and Korn growing up knowing that he'd inherit at least some of the family business -- that also is fucking up his perception of the expected binary of "right" and "wrong" of society. We don't know quite how his mother clawed her way to Great's father's side, without Korn's mom present, but I'm going to guess it was brutal -- especially, as we see in this latest timeshift, Great's ability to walk away from death multiple times, and his father's angry ease in making death "go away," as it were (and let's throw Title in there, too).

A child's understanding of the world, how to go about in the world, how to interact in the world, how they relate to the external world, comes so much from their upbringing. An upbringing of a child creates relativity for that child. As children, we see the world as our caretakers interacted in it, and we're inclined to repeat that behavior -- until we are challenged by external forces to change our behavior and our viewpoints. Just as the four minutes from the time oxygen is cut off to a brain creates a new sense of perception, a specific upbringing of a child -- by parents, by grandparents, by a foster family, by an orphanage, etc. -- will have direct impacts on how that child grows up to relate to its world as an adult.

Tyme is the person that offers a challenge to Great's understanding of and relation to the external world and, subsequently, Great’s internal world as well. In this new timeshift of episode 6, I appreciate how Tyme seems so much more bitter, transactional, and "real" in straight-up using Great -- all while Great admires Tyme's tenacity to fuck with Great's family, as if Tyme were doing an action that Great has longed to do against his own family. Great ultimately does something, a one thing, in saving Tyme, but Tyme still walks away from Great, and Great is still left alone.

But in that process of being left alone, AGAIN, this time by someone who challenged him -- Great then moves forward to challenge his own existence and upbringing, confronting, finally, his parents for their decisions, and driving away from his mother. ...

... only to get shot by a grieving person in Tonkla, someone seeking revenge for a murdered brother that Tonkla simply loved. No matter where this story goes, at least we know that Tonkla loved Dome, to the extent of murdering others on Dome's behalf. While this storyline also isn't fully revealed, the Tonkla/Dome storyline narrates back to us, in another strange way, how family and familial ties can drive a person to go utterly haywire in their existence to survive and understand the world.

And, finally -- we learn that Tyme's parents were possibly the kingpins of the Sriwat illegal gambling business. How Tyme sees the world, in whatever timeshift he's in, has now also gotten jacked up with this piece of potential truth. What is his new reality vis à vis what he's been told? What is his capability to survive, especially after being saved by Great?

Like I said before, ha: I think it's too early to write this post without knowing if we'll be given a final, central narrative line about how all of these timeshifts link up. But I am LOVING, in this FABULOUS show, how we're being shown that the truths of how our families lived their lives can have such great impact on the way WE live OUR lives as adults, and I'm taking that theme away as something this show is commenting so very sophisticatedly on.

[sigmasoyboy]

Hellooo,

Can we have more infos about that "incel" couple please? 🙂‍↕️

The one where you just posted a picture on instagram for smutember ✨️

Thanks a lot 🤝

I've been thinking about these two a bit lately so you can have some of my crazy disjointed thoughts and ideas I might or might not put on paper one day… As always with them [cw: kidnapping, torture, mention of SA, self-harm and suicide, forcefemme, incel shit etc…]:

Sydney only giving Shiloh milk to drink because surely he would believe the common myth that it increases oestrogen AND the superstition/meme you see in manga that it will make your boobs bigger because of course he would… If he's dumb enough he might alternate between cow's milk and soy milk for variety. Shiloh hates it but it actually turns out to be kind of a godsend when Sydney withdraws food as a punishment; that's a lot of yummy nutrients he still gets to have.

Maybe surprisingly, but Sydney really insisting on not having sex (read: penetrative sex) with Shiloh because he wants it to be mutual and special and romantic so so bad, holding hands kissing missionary style. Also him often bringing up how ungrateful Shiloh is because at least he's not raping him (the bar is in fucking hell).

Rewarding Shiloh when he plays his girlfriend role well with comforting junk food, getting that high sugar high salt high fat shit for extra positive association. It feels nice to hug, kiss, cuddle and say corny stupid shit when it's followed by delicious greasy pizza with all the toppings you want or the comforting bite of that bacon cheeseburger with jalapeños and extra burger sauce when you were fed only rice crackers and milk for a while. Even just a fucking pop tart, a handful of cheezies or a funsize chocolate bar for smaller things hitting like a truck.

Shiloh sleeping in a dog crate Syndey got off of craigslist… It being not big enough to stretch his legs or sit up comfortably because it had to fit under Sydney's bed, which he managed because he had a crawlspace under it (a bit like those bookshelf beds I've seen floating around that look like, super hazardous) his uncle built him when he was a preteen, with a little curtain in front of it for ✨extra privacy✨. From cry corner to escape the world to girlfriend bedroom… Even if it's not like sleeping together, Sydney finding great comfort in sleeping above him (Shiloh not so much).

Sydney's attendance at college starting to suffer after he abducts Shiloh because he would rather spend time with him but still having to go avoid too much suspicion so he gags and lock Shiloh into the crate for the whole day. This leading to Shiloh starting to beg Sydney more and more not to go to college because he starts dreading being locked into that small dark space all day, maybe even developing full on claustrophobia after a few months of this shit. Naturally Sydney would delude himself (helped by Shiloh agreeing to anything not to get the crate) into believing it's heartwarming that his girlfriend wants them to spend more time together ♡ why not stay home one more day to play video games and watch anime while cuddling with his girlfriend, yay ♡

Shiloh trying to create an opportunity to escape by asking Sydney to let him sleep in his bed without restraints or the chain and getting false hopes when he agrees only to drug him with so much sleeping meds he's functionally unable to stand up even if he tried…

Sydney spending his big boy allowance to buy cute outfits for Shiloh, shoplifting at hot topic when his uncle starts asking why he needs money for clothes so soon already because women's clothes is surprisingly expensive. Using his own black eyeliner to doll him up and buying cheap flavored sticky gloss at Claire's to cover his chapped lips, all while he has gone unwashed for weeks to keep him grateful when he does allow him to shower, happily scrubbing him of all the grime.

Shiloh managing to choke Sydney and really, really trying to kill him but ultimately failing because he has lost so much muscle mass and strength from lack of exercise and shitty nutrition. Sydney getting out of his reach and instead of getting angry crying his eyes out, nearly more hysteric than Shiloh because he's tried so hard to get him to like him and yet he tried killing him again. Him leaving the basement for what feels like hours only to return with a knife and fresh scars blabbering about how maybe there is no hope and how he's going to kill both of them and Shiloh scrambling to change his mind and try to convince him not to kill him by telling him he does love him and he didn't know what went over him and begging to give them another chance, even resorting to trying to soothe him through sexual attention. Who knows how it does end up for them there, we'll see when I make up my mind（◕ω◕）

[minyard-05]

For the aak game, what's about Missing Limbs?

hellooo of COURSE you may ask about missing limbs!

my beloved my beloathed, she currently sits at about 17.5k and has done for a little while now because I had to forcibly stop myself writing it in order to not suffer academically. (i am still suffering academically but its not her fault <3)

inspired by the same song she takes her title from:

this fic was born from an idea that came from a thought i had immediately post-finishing TGR, because i am what i am and i was like. woah. aaron and jeremy parallels anyone? and then i was like woah. aaron grew up in california. where's jeremy right now? california. this is grounds for a fanfiction. so i started writing it with no direction or plan or any thoughts really outside from the final line of the above song: "and i'll live like i've got missing limbs for you." me being myself i was like This is poetry.

ALL THIS TO SAY. missing limbs is about aaron and jeremy meeting and knowing each other as teenagers, because aaron was selling bryson his pain meds once his prescription ran out. this then creates that unsteady kind of dynamic between them, jeremy doesn't know aaron outside of what he's supplying bryson with, but instead of hating him for it he's drawn because he starts to want whatever aaron has so long as it makes the pain stop. this is a dangerous line to walk, and both of them know it, but aaron needs the money and jeremy thinks he needs the drugs.

then a bunch of other stuff happens. so i won't spoil any further but i'm happy to talk more about the Themes <3

snippet under the cut as always <3 (y'all get the opening this time)

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The longer Jeremy stared at the name on his phone, the worse an idea this became.

His thumb hovered over the send button, rereading the text over and over until he was certain the three letters were burned into his retinas.

Hey.

Such a tiny, loaded word, for cutting open a wound that’d been festering steadily for the past four years. But that wound wouldn’t heal the longer he left the bandage on, no matter how much he knew ripping it off was going to hurt.

He sent the text and started typing again before he could change his mind.

@tessasilverswan @you-know-i-get-itt @jjjosten <- my interested missing limbs ppl <3

[a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual]

Clone wars headcanons that I'm posting just in time for May 4th

Anakin can’t finish a movie or tv show by himself to save his fucking life like something in his brain prevents him from finishing it without someone there to talk about it 

But he’ll try over and over and over again to a point where he will have the first half of the show memorized but still not know how it ends

He needs someone to keep him there and actually pay attention and there’s very few people that actually have the time or determination to do it (Aka Ahsoka) 

Ahsoka and Anakin watching a movie or show together is very different than watching it with the group cause Obi-Wan and Rex need total silence to enjoy a show (they’ve snapped at the duo a couple of times cause they kept asking “Okay so what the kriff does that mean”)

Padme doesn’t mind the talking as much as Rex and Obi-Wan but after a while the constant talking and theorizing and rewinding gets to her as well 

Unfortunately Ahsoka and Anakin need to talk to process media so half the time they just send emotions or questions through their bond to keep everyone happy 

I once saw a post say ��do you think Ahsoka remembers how Anakin’s laugh sounded” and that question knocked the wind out of my lungs and made me cry for longer than I’d like to admit  

But it also made me realize that I can’t remember what their laughs sound like cause I don’t think they do so very often which means I get to create new laughs for them 

Anakin’s laugh is a strange and awkward little thing and sometimes people comment that it sounds like it hurts him (because he’s an emo little weirdo who doesn’t like to show he laughs) 

It’s very clunky and sometimes sounds like ill-fitted gears shifting but it’s also weirdly infectious and fills a lot of people with warmth

Ahsoka’s is equally as weird and infectious it’s very animalistic kind of like a fox’s laugh (aka very high-pitched and fucking adorable) she’s very giggly around the people she’s comfortable with 

Anakin would say that Padme’s laugh sounds like a wind chime and that's true for her fake ass senator laugh that’s controlled and most of the time forced 

But her real laugh that she lets out with family is a snorty hiccupy little thing that puts a stupid smile on Anakin’s face 

Obi-Wan’s laugh is breathy sounding sometimes wheezy but otherwise quiet sometimes people will catch him off guard and they get a kinda loud “HA” out of it but that’s the loudest it’ll get 

I know we technically heard Rex’s laugh in the clone wars movie but you can’t tell me this man wouldn’t cackle 

Like fully body doubled over laughter that shakes a damn room Anakin has joked once or twice that Rex has blown out his eardrum which just makes him laugh louder 

There is one person in the whole galaxy that Anakin trusts to fix his prosthetic and that’s Ahsoka 

He didn’t even trust the arm at first which made him take it apart entirely no one asked him questions about how he got the parts to fix it they all just let him fiddle with it because they thought it was his way of coping 

He normally gets pretty twitchy and cagey when people hold his prosthetic (besides Ahsoka obvi) Padme usually gets the best reception and by best reception I mean he doesn’t snatch it out of her hands 

Obi-Wan swears to this day the first time he picked up Anakin’s prosthetic the boy almost dislocated both their shoulders trying to get it back 

The first time Ahsoka fixed his arm was also when Anakin physically couldn’t because he was in too much pain

He talked her through the repair process tho and thanked the universe that he was hyped up on pain meds because he was sure that’s the only reason he was so calm 

Even after he recovered he showed her the proper way to fix the arm and let her take it apart and put it back together a couple of times 

He would never admit it but it is kind of a relief to have someone who can fix it the same way that he does

And everyone else is grateful that it’s kind of given the young togruta something to do when her master is injured because otherwise she’d be restless 

Sometimes when Anakin and Ahsoka want to confuse Obi-Wan they’ll act like he’s their biological father and blame stuff on him and those conversations will go something like this:

“Honestly Soka it’s not your fault you have ADHD” “You’re so right Skyguy the same could be said about you being autistic we both inherited from Obi-Wan”

The first couple of times he didn’t know how to react (because how tf do you react to that) but after a while he would start telling them “You do know we’re not actually related right?”

To which the duo whips out the most overdramatic reactions that entail Ahsoka covering Anakin’s ears and him doing the same to her montrals and they usually take turns to respond with “Master there are younglings present!”

I’m fully convinced that if Tiktok existed in the Star Wars universe Ahsoka would have one and it would be 1. Strangely popular and 2. The weirdest amalgamation of stuff

You’ve got her prank videos (mostly aimed at Anakin), story times (mostly about Anakin Rex and Obi-Wan), get ready with me’s (mostly to hang out with Padme), and her favorite: forcing the boys to dance with her 

The only videos that she has of Obi-Wan dancing are the ones of them dancing at formal events (mostly cause ballroom dancing is the one kind he knows)

Anakin, Rex and the boys are her most frequent victims and my sweet baby angel’s bless their hearts are stiff as goddamn boards

They’ve got a decent rhythm down and they can all pick up routines pretty fast but Ahsoka has had to train them to let loose a little bit 

It obviously took Anakin the longest to loosen up and that process mostly took place in their shared quarters but it also made me think of a hilarious scenario that goes something like this:

Cody was woken up at 3 am by an unexpected message from Obi-Wan well to be specific it was two messages one video and a text titled “Why are they like this”

When he plays the video he sees Anakin and Ahsoka doing some silly little (obviously choreographed) dance in the kitchen as something is baking in the oven (knowing the duo probably cookies)

Cody’s laughter could be heard throughout the barracks that night

When Ahsoka finally gets her hands on that video (because she does get her hands on that video) she edits the clips of her dancing with Obi-Wan and her dancing with Anakin 

With the caption being something cute and lowkey cheezy like “How I dance with my Dad vs how I dance with my brother” which people eat up because it’s fucking adorable 

There are also a couple of videos that she couldn’t post because it’s Rex her and the boys dancing and goofing off as mission lights and alarms go off in the background