#team black till i die

[medusas-daughter]

You know what else I'm really sad they kept out? In the book, upon hearing of Luke's fate, Joff swore a terrible oath of revenge on Aemond, and Rhaenys and Corlys had to stop him from mounting Tyraxes at once to go avenge his brother. I know they made him younger in the show, but seeing baby Joff doing his best Harwin impression while Rhaenys and Corlys restrain him is something I really wish I could see.

[suckerpunchfemale]

Saw an interview with Ryan Condal where he said HotD Season 2 will garner a lot of sympathy for the Greens, and sway the fan opinion away from the Blacks.

All I can say is that if Rhaenyra is about to commit the kind of heinous war crimes that makes people turn against her, it means Alicent bit off more than she can chew. If it goes that way, it means Rhaenyra is going to land heavy blows against a family who thought it in the Realms best interest to usurp Rhaenyra and put a rapist on the throne.

Alicent may have started this war, but Rhaenyra is about to end it all.

[mjolnirswriststrap]

Not My Type

Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Reader x Steve Rogers

Word Count: 2,329 Masterlist Part 2

Summary: Bucky is dumb.

Warnings: Fatphobia.

A/N: something short, sweet and simple because I’m starting to feel guilty about not posting 😭

Steve watched, as his friend searched around the club with his eyes. He could assume Bucky was just waiting on the rest of their coworkers to get there, but he knew better. “She’ll get here soon enough, relax.”. Steve leans his back against the booth and takes a long drink of his beer. “Who?” Bucky asks, unconvincingly.

“Y/N.” He says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Bucky scrunches up his face “As if, man.” He ignores the look of disbelief Steve gives him. “Why deny it? I’ve caught you staring her down more times than I can count.”. Steve stands up and waves to signal Natasha to where they sat. “There’s nothing to deny, she’s not my type, leave it there so no one’s feelings get hurt, okay?” Bucky puts the bottle to his lips to shush himself when he sees you approach the booth.

“You guys look.” Steve’s speechless as he takes in the silk nighties the girls adorned. They all wore semi matching babydoll dresses. Color coded fishnets and heeled slippers adorned their long legs. Their hair was high and teased, makeup adding to the sultry bedtime look they were going for.

“You’re gonna catch flies.” Wanda remarks, leaving to find Vision having the time of his life with the DJ. Steve’s reaction to their costumes did nothing to calm your nerves. You went with the housewife costume too. Just a different approach entirely. Your hair sat in victory rolls atop your head, a thick stack of curls laying on your shoulders, a knee length dress with three quartered sleeves covered you. You’re painted your eyebrows on thinly, just to over line your lips, filling them in with your favorite red Mac lipstick. You were the most modest in your costume, but the most accurate.

You couldn’t wear a see through nightgown to the club. You would die of embarrassment, your rolls would be everywhere. At least in this thick cotton dress, no one could see the layers of shape wear you wore. You slid into the booth and sat beside Steve, getting sandwiched in when Sam finally arrives, late with no costume. “What took you so long, huh khakis?” You tease him, feeling nothing but comfort in his presence.

“You ever had to tell a 10 year old his idea isn’t good enough.” He laughs, “, You should go as yourself Unc!” He recalls the boys words over the phone. “Oh, of course, looks like a superhero to me!” You giggle, loving the thought of his nephews building up his self esteem. He was new to the team, no super strength or speed. Just courage, you admired Sam.

You finally take the chance to look around the booth. Steve wore his vintage Captain America suit, claiming it still fits like a glove. Bucky didn’t wear a costume, just his regular black t-shirt and leather jacket, no effort, even for Halloween. It helped Sam not look so out of place, so you just rolled your eyes at him. He tried way to hard to act like he didn’t care about anything, or anyone. You hate people like that, too self absorbed to carry on a conversation with someone who doesn’t benefit them.

You had been on the wrong side of his attitude before. Bumbling up to him after your first meeting. Stretching out your hand for a shake, he barely touched your hand as he shook your fingers, nodding at you with a curt “Welcome.” You didn’t think much of it till he sat beside Yelena, who got recruited the same day as you, and sparked up a lively conversation with her, telling her if she needs anything at the compound to come ask him. That was the first time Bucky hurt your feelings, and it wouldn’t be the last.

“Y/N!” Someone yells at you from the dance floor. It’s Yelena dancing alone, “You promised me a dance.” She says, holding her arms out for you. You nudge Sam on the shoulder and do the most embarrassing scoot out of the booth you could imagine. Your dress rode up in the time you’d been sitting there, causing your thighs to stick to the old leather. Your face grimaces and you peel your skin away, hoping no one noticed.

“I’m on the dance floor, as promised.” You say, holding her hands while she dances on you. “You’re gonna need to do more than stand there if you want him to notice you.” She remarks, not skipping a beat. Yelena knew you too well, she knew you picked the 40s for a reason, not going with their free spirit 60s slumber get up.

Giving her a wide eyed look, as if he heard over the thumping music. “We both know I have no rhythm, stop that.” You giggle when she presses her back against you and slides down into a squat. She goes behind you and grabs your hips, forcing you against her chest. She grinds you into her pelvis, using her hands to guide your hips in sync with hers. You never moved that way before, and the sensuality of it had your heart racing. Yelena could be anyone, tightly holding on to you, you closed your eyes and threw your head back on her shoulder, just to imagine it was him for a moment.

You feel Yelena’s lips tickle your ear and she’s whispering “Look who can’t take their eyes off of you.” You tilt your head down and open your eyes to lock them with Bucky’s. He looks angry, like you pissed in his cheerios. You turn your body around to face Yelena, “I think he’s upset I’m blocking his view from you.”. That causes her to laugh out loud, grabbing your shoulders to shake you. “You’re mad woman! Look at what’s right in front of you.”. You laugh and look behind you to see Bucky staring down his beer now, instead of you.

“Yelena, I don’t know how to put this, he probably doesn’t even go for girls like me, skinny blonde seems more his type. You, you seem more his type.” You plead with her. She just shakes her head, “He doesn’t like me, I promise, Y/N.” You nod your head, trusting the closest friend you had.

You make your way to the bar, grabbing a drink to cool yourself off. You’re walking back to the booth to get off your feet when you overhear Steve and Bucky’s conversation.

“You’ve got to be kidding.”

“You look like a helpless puppy, just make your move.”

“As if I’d need to, she’s probably never had male attention, that’s too easy.”

“Just admit that you’re afraid of rejection.”

“From her? Never in a million years would fatty have a chance. Like I said she’s obviously not my type.”. Bucky instantly regretted the words as they came out of his mouth, he didn’t mean it. But Steve wouldn’t stop accusing him of having a crush on you.

Tears threaten to spill from your eyes, but you push them down. You knew better, Yelena didn’t, you shouldn’t have let her give you false hope. You choke down your pride and turn the corner, sliding into the booth as if nothing happened. “I think this is my last drink guys, I’m getting tired, and winter training starts tomorrow.”.

An echo of ‘boos’ and a “noooo why.” Almost tempt you to stay. But you know you’re not wanted here, by the one person that mattered. Steve catches your attention, “Are you sure? The nights still young.” He wiggles his brows. You give him a tight lipped smile, knowing he tried to get Bucky to make a move.

“Yeah, there’s really not much for me here. I came for Natasha.” He nods, giving Bucky a death glare. You finish your drink and when you stand up the previous shots you had with Wanda hit you. You quickly sit back down, grabbing the table for stability. “Are you alright?” Steve rests his hand on your lower back, scooting closer to you.

You shake your head, not being able to form words. You think you’d faint if you didn’t focus on breathing. “Let me help you home.” He can see the unsure expression on your face. “Wouldn’t be respecting the suit if I didn’t make sure you got home safe.”. With that he convinced you.

When the cold October air hits your face, it sobers you a little bit, taking away the dizzy feeling, leaving you with a thumping head. Steve takes a few minutes to join you outside, you left him in a heated whisper match with Bucky.

You’re leaned against the side of the building when he finds you. “Ready to go?” He offers you his arm but you shake your head. “No need to be such a gentleman, it’s just me.” You say, knowing he’s doing it just to be nice.

Steve cocks his head to the side. “Why shouldn’t I be a gentleman towards you?” He asks. You press your pounding head against the brick wall, closing your eyes to think of the right words. “The only reason a guy needs to be a gentleman is for good impressions. I highly doubt you feel a need to impress me.”.

He scoffs at you, “What gives you the impression that you’re not worth impressing?”. Even though you were tipsy, Bucky’s words seared your frontal lobe. You suddenly are at a loss for words. How do you tell him you were eavesdropping on their conversation.

“I just don’t get much male attention I guess.” You let him in, his eyes widen in realization that you heard Bucky’s harsh words. “I’m sorry about him, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about.” He says, stepping closer to you. You roll your eyes at him.

“No, he knew exactly what he was talking about. Fatty is no one’s type. No one looks at me and thinks “woah, the most beautiful woman in the world just walked in the room”.” You push yourself off the wall. “I understand that you wouldn’t get that, since you’re so perfect Steve. Women lay down at your feet, your options are endless. But not for someone like me.”.

Steve’s face had turned into a stone. His jaw clenched tightly. He let you vent out your frustrations. “The way you looked at the girls, the way half the club looked at the girls, I’ll never have that.”. You look at your feet and notice him take a step closer to you. You look up to see your faces not too far apart.

“I was looking at you too.” He reaches out, letting his hands hover over your waist. He rests them on your hips when your don’t push him away. “I don’t care what he said, he’s just insecure, he can’t admit that he thinks you’re hot.” You scoff at him this time.

“Steve whatever you’re doing, I get the whole nice guy thing. But just stop.” You say, pressing your hand against his chest. The thin polyester did nothing to conceal his smooth muscles. You feel him squeeze your sides tighter, his thumbs pressing into your belly. “He doesn’t speak for me.”.

You look into his dark eyes. “What are you saying?”. You’d never even humored yourself by considering Steve. You now had to rethink every encounter you ever had with him. “Forget him, let me show you how a real man appreciates a woman.”

He slides his hands down, letting them grasp as much of your ass that could fit in them. You gasp, he wasn’t afraid of your body, he knows what it has to offer. Judging by the way he gripped on to your ass like his life depended on it, he liked it.

“What if someone sees?” You say, pushing his hands off of you. He replaces them “I’m not afraid, why are you?” He leans down, connecting your lips, you’re frozen for a moment. How do you kiss him back? Before you could find out you feel a hand on your shoulder, ripping you away from Steve.

“What are you doing?” Bucky is talking to his friend, ignoring your existence. “Excuse me, we were in the middle of something.” Steve steps between you and Bucky. “You shouldn’t be out here hooking up with a random coworker.” Bucky says, trying to convince himself.

“Y/N isn’t a random coworker, Jesus Bucky, what’s your problem?” Steve asks, letting his anger show. He knew what he was doing, if Bucky wouldn’t admit it on his own, jealousy would work just fine. Bucky balls up his fists at his side “You know what my problem is.”.

You’re staring at Steve’s back, you don’t know what Bucky’s talking about. Is he so repulsed by a plus size woman, he doesn’t even want his friend with one? You were done, you’d never done anything to Bucky besides exist. He had an imaginary problem with you.

You stepped around Steve, crossing your arms in front of your chest. You don’t know where the boost of confidence came from, probably Steve’s lips and hand placement. You look Bucky up and down, truly taking him in.

He was perfect, and he knew it. It was starting to disgust you. “Just because ‘fattys’ like me have no chance with you, doesn’t mean that I’m not worthy of another man being attracted to me.” You take a step back, pressing yourself against Steve. Just to show Bucky, you meant business.

Basing it off of the hard indentation on the front of Steve’s spandex, he liked watching you tell Bucky off. You turn your body around to face him, throwing a look over your shoulder at Bucky, “Take me home Stevie.” You sing song in his ear.

A smirk falls on his lips, “Let’s do that princess.” He says while leading you out of the alley. Bucky is stuck in place, having an internal war with himself, that you weren’t gonna stick around for.

[sage-green-matcha]

NO TIME TO DIE - JACK CHAMPION 🌬️

Grammy and Brits winner Y/n Y/l/n meets with Jack Champion for a night full of flirting and awards ;)

Content Includes: flirting, singing, awards show, idk you just being famous and successful 💅

A/n: gonna be gone for a day or two so here’s a longer oneshot for y’all!! <33

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“You ready?” You shook uncomfortably in your black dress, the material heavy as you dragged it around. “I’m scared, this is the fucking Oscar’s what if I trip over the dress?” You frowned, a blush brush now on your face. “You look great, you’re gonna do fine” You couldn’t shake off the feeling that you were gonna suck. You couldn’t believe that you were here. Sure you’d been to the Grammys and the Brits but the Oscars? Never in a million years did you imagine that you’d be here.

You were nominated for best original song and you also had a small role in handing out awards. That you weren’t nervous for, but performing in front of hundreds of amazing actors, that scared the shit out of you. You were one of the youngest nominees here, besides Jack Champion. Who you might’ve developed a small crush on during the event practice.

“I’m scared, I’m gonna vomit” You felt sick, nervous, all of the above. “Take a deep breath, warm up your voice. You’ll be fine, you always do amazing” You furrowed your eyebrows, singing a random melody as you waited at the side of the stage. The curtain was closed, it was only till the song started that you had to be faced with the hundreds of faces of popular actors, and a balcony full of fans.

“Okay, it’s go time” You looked at the orchestra as you walked across the stage, sitting down on a stool that they had for you. Your team followed, fixing your hair and applying more gloss to your lips to make sure you’d look amazing. Your stomach bubbled with anxiety, fixing your earpiece as someone handed you the mic.

“James Bond films are an indelible part of our cinematic history. Legendary Franchise has produced six Oscar-nominated songs including the title track from our film “No Time to Die” The curtain was drawn open, eyes luckily not on you. It was dark, a small smile coming from your pianists, giving you a sense of security.

“With this exquisite and haunting piece, our next performer has captured the feeling of this film in ways that could only be expressed by music. Please welcome the phenomenal artists and songwriter who co-wrote it, Y/n Y/L/n”

The crowd applauded and you took a deep breath, instructions being given to you through your earpiece. “Okay….and start the music” You felt a shiver run down your spine as the piano started up, blue and white lights surrounding the stage. You kept your eyes closed, taking a breath before you started to sing.

“I should’ve known, I’d leave alone. Just goes to show, that the blood you bleed is just the blood you owe”

You had been instructed to cut to the bridge, eyes still closed in fear of ruining your performance with anxiety.

“Was I stupid to love you? Was I reckless to help? Was it obvious to everybody else? That if fallen for a lie” you took a stable breath, the lyrics falling flawlessly from your lips.

“You were never on my side. Fool me once, fool me twice. Are you death or paradise? Now you’ll never see me cry, there’s just no time to die” the orchestra started behind you, opening your eyes to be met with the crowd.

“I let it burn, you’re no longer my concern”

Your voice was filled with emotion, melodically beautiful. The orchestra fit with your voice so well, lights and screen visuals tying the whole performance in.

“Faces from my past return, another lesson yet, to learn” You stood from the stool, giving yourself space to sing. The room had gone dark, all fear washing away from you. You felt the lyrics in you, this is exactly what you imagined it would look like when you were writing it.

Darkness, piano, lights, violin. It was cool to finally be in the place that inspired you. “That id fallen for a lie, you were never on my side” Your voice was airy, loud, and full of emotion. Your hand was placed on your chest as you continued to sing, your eyes trying to spot out faces in the crowd.

“Now you’ll never see me cry, there’s just no time to die” The music got louder, building up to climax. You brought the microphone higher up, your voice filling in the melody with the orchestra. “No time to die, mhm” You took the deepest breath, vocalizing along with your hand to your chest. Feeling the music in your heart.

You brought the mic to your lips, pulling it away as you hit a note. You cheered in your brain, you actually managed to pull it off. The musicians behind you got louder, your voice did too. After seconds of instruments filling your ears you got to the last line, giving your voice a break from the song.

“There’s just no time to die” You smiled at the audience, applauses filling your ears with cheers coming from all sides of the theater. You gave a thumbs up to your pianists, turning around to clap at the beautiful orchestra that performed along with you.

“We did it, oh my god we did it” you squealed as you exited the stage. You felt yourself fill with pride, trying your best not to get emotional. “Uhm I just performed at the Oscars? And I literally did so well?” You laughed, running over to your manager. “See? I told you, you did so well” You pouted your lips, noticing her wiping away her tears. “Don’t cry, come on this is supposed to be exciting”

You dragged the dress back to your green room, smiling at the other performers who were up next. “God, I’m shaking” you grinned. “I was shaking bro! I swear your voice was just like ugh, so fucking good” You smiled, taking the compliment.

You had a bit of free time before you had to preset awards, your manager taking you to the red carpet. “Hey! Y/n…uhm I really enjoyed your performance, you looked beautiful” Jack Champion, your heart paused as you looked up at him, the tall boy smiling at you. “Oh, thank you!” “Of course, you sound really good…like really good” he scratched the back of his neck, nodding.

“Congratulations on your nomination by the way, good luck” You met his eyes as the line moved forward, almost close to getting on the carpet. “Yea! Yea, thanks, I heard you were nominated too, but that performance just won like all the awards” You smiled at his awkwardness. “I don’t know, the other songs are just so amazing” you laughed.

“If you don’t win, people are gonna riot” you blushed, thanking him once again. “You’re all red Y/n, come on you’re next” You went through the carpet, showing off your custom designer-made dress. It was something you had been envisioning for months. Bunched up black silk with a corset bodice, lace gloves with a diamond necklace.

“So who are we here with today?” You stood in front of the camera with a smile. “I’m Y/n y/l/n, how are you?” “I’m doing so good! I mean I just watched your performance and I think this is the best I’ve ever been in my life” You laughed at the compliment, more blush filling your face.

You answered a couple more questions before getting more pictures taken, the photographers screaming your name. “Y/n! Get one with Jack!” You looked over at him and he smiled, walking over to hug your side. You felt your heart beating in your chest, his hand staying on your waist as you walked down the line.

“So sweet of you to walk me down the carpet” you teased. “Just trying to impress you” You smiled and he let go of your waist. “I’ll see you around” he waved before his team dragged him backstage. “Y/n..focus” your manager smiled. “I am focused!”

You walked around for the rest of the night, getting drinks and saying hello to the other nominees. You sat back in your assigned seat, drink in hand before smiling at your stylist. “You ate with this dress, I really can’t I’ve been getting compliments all night” You rested your head on her shoulder with a smile. “You know I try my best, but seriously it was all you. You do really look beautiful Y/n…and I think Jack thinks so too” She nudged you under the table, your focus now on jacks table. He was with his mom and manager, smiling over at you.

“He’s so cute I might die” you exaggerated. “He’s into you, girl I think you’ll be going home with a new man tonight!” You covered your smile, taking a drink of the non-alcoholic beverage.

A couple more awards passed and it was your turn to give them out. You were accompanied by Zoë Kravitz, one of your lifelong idols.

You got on stage, hugging her before the segment started. “I’m Zoë Kravitz” “And I'm Y/n Y/l/n, and we are honored to be announcing the award for best actor of the year!” Zoë read out the nominees, the red envelope in your hand waiting to be opened.

“And the Oscar goes to...” You opened the red envelope with a small mischievous smile. “Jack Champion” the camera cut to the smiley boy, hugging his mom before going up on stage. “This is the first Oscar and nomination for the amazing Jack champion” you added, Jack coming up the stairs with a smile. “Congratulations” You pulled him into a hug, his face red as you handed him the award.

“Well uhm, wow. I just wanted to say thank you. To the fans, to my family. This is something really huge!” He laughed, your heart happy for him. “Thank you to James Cameron, Dileep Rao, and Dr . Max Patel. Thank you to all my co-stars, you guys are all so, so amazing” he held up the award proudly, stepping off stage as you handed out the next three awards.

“Hey! Congratulations! I knew you could do it” You came up to his table during the intermission. “Thank you” he got up, hugging you with a smile. “You raised a good kid Mrs. Champion” Your manager came up behind you, complimenting and congratulating him and his mom.

“Yea, thanks, Good luck with your award, I’m sure you’re gonna win” you blushed. Thanking him again before you walked back to your table, cameras rolling once again.

You felt your heart beating faster, the camera on you for your reaction. “Next we have the award for best original song, and our nominees are..” you smiled up at the screen, your competitors on the large tv. You felt your heart race, you knew you’d be fine if you didn’t win. But yet again winning would be really fucking cool.

“And the Oscar goes to..” you swore you felt your heart stop for a second. The sound of the envelope opening making your heart race. Zoë laughed before reading out the name, “Y/n y/l/n” Your heart dropped, face covering your hands as your stylist and manager jumped to hug you.

You walked up the steps, carefully to not step on your dress. “Uhm…oh my god?” You couldn’t hide your smile, award in hand. “Okay uhm…well, I wanna say thank you! To my stylist, my manager. My amazing co-actors and team. I love you guys so much, I’d be a mess without you all. I also Wanna Thank my family who sadly couldn’t be here. But I wanna thank them for their support! Also thank you to Hans Zimmer, Stephan Lipson for helping me produce this amazing track, this award is for you! And lastly thank you to the recording academy for this beautiful opportunity” You smiled once again, waving the award before walking back to the table.

“What the fuck?” “I told you that you’d win!” They hugged you tightly, the award carefully placed on the table. It was so much more than just an award to you. So much time and effort went into the track, and the final product was so satisfying.

“I’m so tired, I might die” You plopped down on the couch of your green room, taking off your tall, black heels. “Ready for the after-party look?” She pulled it out from the rack, it was similar to the dress you had on, just less extravagant. It had the same beautiful bodice, bodice, with the same slit just more toned down. It was more of a lacy material, a shawl made of the same thin black fabric. “I’m wearing my sneakers with this I don’t care” you laughed.

You got changed into the dress, surprisingly the sneakers didn’t look too bad with it. “Looking beautiful as always, now let’s head out before we get stuck in traffic” As you exited the green room everyone was already leaving. You spotted Jack through the crowd, his tall figure standing out against everyone else.

“Hey! You going to the after party?” “I’m not sure yet! Are you?” You nodded, adjusting your shawl. “Yea okay, I’ll be there” you smiled at him. “where are you gonna put yours?” You asked, matching Oscars in hand. “I think I’m gonna build a thrown just for it” “Seriously?” You laughed. “Yea! I’ll put it up on a pedestal, it’ll look great” You just smiled as he took your hand, your friends following behind the two of you.

Photographers lined up along the exit of the theater. You got into your car before you waved at Jack. “I’ll see you later?” He nodded, letting go of your hand. You watched as your two managers exchanged something, yours getting into the car. “He’s got you so whipped you forgot to get his number. Here you go” She handed you the small slip of paper.

“You looked beautiful tonight, congratulations <3 Can’t wait to see you soon!!! Here’s my number - Yours, Jack :)”

[nimmie-nugget]

~Hantengu Clones x Disgust Clone Reader~

Reminder: drink water and eat a full meal! Turn on dark mode if it’s currently night where you live~ wouldn’t want ya eyes to hurt right?~ —go to your profile and press the icon that’s on the VERY right, then click “General Settings” and scroll down a bit till you see “Color Palette” and there should be a few options for ya there!—

Warnings: ooc, not proofread, your not gonna like Karaku’s part, you might shit your pants

Note: I’ve had this in my mind for quite a long time!!! Google better be right for the kanji’s I have next to the clone’s names or Istg- This doesn’t mean I won’t stop doing Tokito twins content tho! I’ve been posting some other things instead of Tokito content so i just wanted to reassure~ don’t worry Tokito enthusiastic’s! Your emotion is disgust and your color is a mix of Yellow and Green~ Platonic ofc or else self love has a new meaning💀 Enjoy <3

Masterlist+Introduction

Masterlist

Sekido 怒

You CANNOT come to me and tell me this is not toxic. 💀🖕

Both of you argue the most out of the clones

There was a time your argument got WAY out of hand ‘n both of you started using your BDA like crazy!

Your always pointing out his lil flaws

Tho Sekido’s clothes are more tolerable.

You tease him but not as much as Karaku

Long story short both of you want each other to die 😣

“Why not you fix your hair before you start talking?”

“WE HAVE THE SAME HAIRSTYLE YOU BRAT!”

These two lines kinda giving sibling energy- 👆

Karaku 愉

Your grossed out by the fact he doesn’t wear proper clothing.

Just one touch and you go

“AHHHH!!! THIS IS UTTERLY DISGUSTING!”

Teases you A LOT. You and Sekido most likely teamed up once just to get him to shut up 😬

I think he just considers you a whore at this point-

Considering you always look at his abs ‘n shit but your just trynna tell him to wear some clothes in the most judging way possible 😭

How did he even miss that gaze full of disgust!? HECK it’s your emotion-

“I know you like this Y/n~” he says as he licks his hand. Bro’s a cat fr💀

You gave him the most disgusted look ever that day.

Urogi 幸

He’s too much for you to handle-

Your losing your sanity yeah tots like you didn’t lose it years ago😃

Let’s just say your BDA is to be able to mind control-

The moment he uses his BDA you instantly use your BDA on him if your near.

Tho despite you literally being disgusted of him in every single way, you still hold some respect for him.

“A,IS)EJWAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO” *Activated BDA*

You groan as you activate your BDA “I don’t have time for this! And keep ya mouth shut would ya?! Your voice is disgusting.”

Aizetsu 愁

You must admit he is quite tolerable then the other clones but that’s what makes it more disgusting.

You two have a pretty decent relationship.

Tho his outfit…it’s disgusting.

You don’t really hold…much disgust towards him???

Tho it’s just probably because he doesn’t annoy you much as the other clones.

OH YOU WERE VERY WRONG 😨

Your the only clone who doesn’t tease him or act serious.

That’s the explanation to him latching to your arm 24/7 👆💀

“UGHHH!!! GET OFF ME! YOUR FUCKING HEAVY!” You yelled.

“…Y/n don’t yell…that makes me sad…” he said clutching onto his staff

“This disgusts me. You disgust me.”

Yep, ya had to use your BDA to get him off.

But why ya gotta be so mean!!? >:(

But hey! Aizetsu’s confirmed to be a cat 😼

Zohakuten 憎

Let’s just say ALL of the clones are in a black void when Hantengu is in control 😶

Never though I’d say this but this relationship is WAY more toxic then yours with Sekido 😰

Your always commenting on how disgusting he is.

Roast him like a Roblox kid 😎

Tho you won’t be getting away just easily.

Considering he’s the STRONGEST of the clones you’ll def be beat to pieces 😭

“Ngh!…is that all you got? Your unreliable dragons can’t do shit to me! Utterly disgusting.” You say with a grin.

Hell you faced so many tortures that day- tho what scared ya the most was the fact that your regeneration slowed down 😰

Like- HOW!?!?

You swore to never go overboard with HIM ever again 🫡

[candywife333]

My Little Saesang (Part 1)

chubby reader x idol jungkook

Summary: Y/N had been a super fan for a while. Some would say bordering on saesang or creep level. She didn't think she was one, till she experienced an incident that made her stop being a fan. She had never thought that Jungkook or any of BTS ever noticed her, as she was part of the masses of obsessive fans. But they had. Especially, one doe eyed idol in particular. He never thought he would miss his fan, or shall we say saesang. Yet, he couldn't help but notice her absence. And he didn't know when her presence started to matter to him so much.

Disclaimer: The Jungkook represented in this fic does not reflect the true actions or thoughts of the real life Jungkook. Please treat this fic as exactly what it is, fiction

Triggers: Critique of fandom culture and kpop as a whole, identity crisis, eventual smut

Note: Not proofread. Slated to be approximately 4 parts or less.

"Y/N, what the hell are you still doing in that cafe? Didn't we come over here to spy on Jungkook at his house before he heads off to M-CountDown for his performance? I don't remember scheduling a pit-stop for you to have a second lunch", Kim-Hee glared down at me through her thick framed black glasses that honestly sort of made her look like a sexy principal. Anger at being diverted from her goal of catching the tan pop-star in his sweaty excellence seemed to cloud her vision.

I retorted back with a snort, "You know me very well at this point, after being my fellow saesang comrade in arms for close to 2 years girl. I am digesting my food baby as we speak and will soon be ready for delivery in that nasty garbage ass smelling toilet. I have a date with the shits, so to speak. Don't you see that my jeans are popped open and the zip down ready to go. I don't got the energy to chase this man today. Our stunt at New York was bad enough, don't you think"? Shaking my head at her idiocy even after knowing me for so long, I exclaimed, "Feel free to chase him in time for his ending fairy if you feel like it though. I am just not feeling it today".

Kim Hee, my bestie, stared at me with squinted eyes, black tiny eyes glittering in the harsh sun, "Girl, you were the one who had this all scheduled out a month back? How could you not bloody commit at the crucial time!!!! Our fucking junior fans are counting on your stupid ass". I waved my right at her in dismissal, ramen sauce covering my lips like a new Fenty lipstick that I just could not afford right now with my measly ass job as janitor at KBS.

I snarled back in irritation, "Tell those kids to go and study in college, that's more important than following his dumb ass anyways. He won't remember them for their troubles. At max, he will remember a few fans from their initial debut days , get married to a rich ass plasticky actress, have beautiful spoiled kids, and die a rich philanthropist. Saesangs don't get paid if you catch my point. Honestly, if it paid as a job, I would consider it. But I think I may have to retire". I patted my distended stomach in contentment, satisfied with the first proper meal I had in 3 days, stalking JK with my team all over New York and then catching a flight to Korea for his album showcase.

My bestie stared at me now in shock, with wide eyes, hands waving in the air, clearly confused at my statements, "Didn't you just say a week ago that this was all worth it? That supporting our faves, especially BTS, and the lord and savior himself , Jungkook, was a noble passion to pursue? Why have you suddenly done a 180 on us and him like this"? I flinched visibly at her reminder of what I used to be and who I used to be. The person she described felt foreign to me now. Ever since I opened my eyes and saw what fans, especially super fans like us, who didn't have a life outside of BTS suffered, I was a reformed woman. A reformed woman who had decided as of now to save all my money for some botox and a dental appointment, some clothes for mom and dad, and a hot meal for my younger sister. I was going to go from being a crysallis to a butterfly. In essence, I was going to woman the fuck up. That's what the fuck I was about to do with my life.

With this aim in mind, I slammed my fist against the plastic table, startling Kim Hee. "Bestie, you never got close enough to JK to see how much he hated it, okay? He hated us in those moments that we invaded his privacy. Remember that one time I snuck up on the set of them filming "Black Swan" to give him a godiva chocolate my mom had brought back from Sweden?" Kim Hee nodded in assent, clearly knowing how much of big deal it was for me to part with food of any kind, for any reason, for anyone (Even my own family). I loved luxury chocolate and food in general. Nobody could rip it out of my hands , as evidenced by Kim Hee and all our friends in middle school when I slapped a guy stupid and hit him in the nuts for taking a ferrero rocher out of my hands---the motherfucker.

I continued ,"Well I gave it to his hands while he was waiting outside at the entrance of the set. Even normies like me are allowed on that area, it was not a restricted filming area. I just left the chocolate next to where he was sitting, with a red bow (his name engraved on it) wrapped around it. He legit stared at me in confusion, like he had not seen me for the past 9 years, sneered at me, disdain in his beady black eyes and threw the chocolate in the dustbin like it was as figment of his imagination". Kim Hee stared at me in dismay, clearly knowing that what I considered the foremost cardinal sin in life was throwing away food, particularly expensive food.

I wrung my hands in the air, holding in my tears, "Bestie, it was white chocolate, do you understand? It was limited christmas edition. I could never afford that chocolate in my dreams , if not for one of mom's colleagues gifting it to her. Chili ,(my sister) was yapping about it for days, salivating, thinking she could bite into it. And I sacrificed it to an undeserving multi millionaire". I sat back down on the bench, numbly, tears streaming down my face. I was so done with him and the entire group at this point. I understand that what we do, Saesangs, stalkers, whatever they like to call us, is not correct. We should not be so invasive. But I always told the kids who followed in my footsteps that we could support them, but just not to the point that we impinged on their personal lives. I had done some fucked up things as a newbie army, but two years into their debut, I understood that limits were required.

The most I had ever done since then, was to gift the members things as a fan. Whatever I could afford. Whether that was their favorite convenience store snack left by us on the set of one of their music video shoots. Or a pack of gum or their favorite desserts when we attended fan meets. I and the girls who followed me on these adventures, as I used to call them, never snuck into HYBE. We were of the more benign variety, not on par with the crazies who took the same flight as them (not that I could afford that), or collected saliva, sweat, and urine samples. For goodness sakes, we didn't even run after their vehicles, we just waved politely and jumped up and down like rabid dogs that had treats waved in their faces.

The moment I was compelled to stop following my fave, or I guess my former bias as of now, was simply when he casually looked at the chocolate I had left next to him as though it were poison, and tossed it in the trash without looking back. That was when I knew, I was worthless in his eyes, along with the rest of the fans who tried so hard.

We shelled out money saved up from little jobs and pocket money accumulated for months together, to buy expensive albums, merchandise, and anything else they put out. We forgo the little luxuries like nicer shoes and warmer coats in winter to buy tickets for outdoor showcases and shiver in the cold wind to just catch a glimpse of one of their half smiles. We stream their music that speaks of love that we do not comprehend, love whose face is so unfamiliar in our youth that we would pass it by as though it were a stranger. When we don't have anyone in our lives to hug us and hold us and kiss us, to wipe our tears and pat us on the back when we are down and to tell us that everything will be alright, we stare at them in the tabloids extrapolating who they could be in love with, fantasizing about a love that could never be ours. We live our lives, living for them, living around them as though we are satellites caught int he orbit of a bigger planet, and now, it does not make sense to me anymore.

It may just be a chocolate, stupid worthless and insignificant to him. It may be cheap, a show of cheap love that he wishes to spit on. But it wasn't cheap to me. My love wasn't cheap. Food isn't cheap, especially food bestowed with love. And I was done giving my love away for free, as though it meant nothing. As though it were a cheap cigarette to be smoked and discarded, ground under the foot of someone who had finished using it for a fleeting high. Cheap and dispensable and convenient, that's what we were, what I had become.

I cringed internally as my gaze redirected towards Kim Hee. I croaked out in determination while chewing on the remnants of soggy ramyun, "We are done babe. I am through with this horrible, parasitic relationship. I am going to figure out how to make myself rich or get rich through marriage. I am done being stupid, falling over myself for a guy or a group of guys who don't see or appreciate me. They get rich on my desperation, and I don't wish to give them that power anymore".

[zephyrmonkey]

S1 E10 Agents of Shield 10th Anniversary

10 years ago today we…

Come back from another hiatus still extremely confused, but intrigued what this Centipede stuff has to do with everything.

Let out a little “Yay!” as Mike Peterson comes back to join the team!

Laugh at Simmons’ awkwardness. (If that a hint of jealousy that I smell coming from Fitz?)

Are wondering how far deep does all this go with the Centipede serum, prosthetic eyes, and unwilling soldiers.

Scream as we watch Mike “die.” Or is he? I guess we have to wait till later in the season to find out!

Are left with the questions of: What’s gonna happen to Coulson? Is he going to find out about his death? and how’s the team gonna save him?

All these questions and more will be answered… Next Year!

Merry Christmas and see y’all next year!

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[rima-niki]

"What if I just don't wake up..."

Characters: Ajax and Rondeal from End of Days SMP Tw: suicidal ideation, self-harm? Plot: What if the beds poison anyone who truly tries to sleep, and what if Ajax was okay with that.

"What if I just don't wake up…" they say calmly. The thought had run its course in his head many times, but they'd just never voiced it till now. It wasn't like Rondael would hear them either way; he was far too busy looking and getting way to ansty. The world around them heard, but they would do nothing.

They lay down on the black bed, hearing slowly how the world falls asleep, but they can't, the air is too thick, too hard, too harmful? They hadn't realized when they started taking the damage, just that they were now down to 3 rows of hearts. They don't move. Ajax doesn't know why they don't, at least not consciously. They want this event to end. They want to go back to their normal. Not this weird event where they can build homes and make actual connections.

2 rows now. They just lay in silence, letting this odd pain go throughout his body. This was probably another method that God had put in to stop people from sleeping.

One row left. They laugh a little, no one would be here to watch them perish. But they would be. They get to finally die by their own means not someone else's idea of fun, but their own.

3 hearts left. Gods were they pathetic, they've played all these events and they just wanted to stop. Stop everything. To not wake up.

1 heart. This was it, one life down the drain because Ajax couldn't get up. What a way to die.

Half a heart.

"Ajax!"

Rondeal had pushed them out of the bed. They would live.

"Ajax What the fuck, you could of died there" Rondeal says with pure and entire worry for their teammate. This wasn't the normal amout of concsern for your team mate, this was more, more then what Ajax has seen in a long time.

"I-"

"Don't speak, you idiot, eat a gapple first, or I'll make you. " Ajax just nods. They grab one of his many golden apples and start to eat it, feeling the energy heal them. They were okay.

"I'm sorry" Was all they could say to the man before him.

"Your a dickhead, you know that, but you don't need to be sorry. I think everyone has gotten in their own head once and done something real stupid, you're no expection to that. Now are you ready to kill some fuckers"

"Yeah, I think I am, let's win" -The END-

[bts-trans]

[KOR/ENG LYRICS] Yun by RM (with Erykah Badu)

결국 진리에 살다가 가야 한다는 거야. 우리 또한 그자리에서는 At the end of the day, we have to live while holding on to truth. In that place—

인간의 본질인데 it’s human nature but

진선미 진실하다는 진자하고 착할 선자하고 아름다운 미, 내 생각에는 진 하나만 가지고 다 해결되는 거야 “Jin. Seon. Mi”. “Jin” meaning truth, “seon” meaning “goodness”, and “mi” meaning “beauty”. In my opinion, just having truth alone solves everything.*

F*** the trendsetter

I’mma turn back the time

Back the time, far to when I was nine

좋은 것과 아닌 것밖에 없던 그때 When there was nothing but the good and not good

차라리 그때가 더 인간이었던 듯해 It feels like I was actually more of a person back then

이쪽저쪽에서 받았던 손가락질들이 Fingers pointed at me from all sides

이젠 가야 할 곳이라며 저 산을 가리키지 Now they say there’s a place I must go, and point at that mountain over there

That’s where you belong

Oh you gon’ be alone if

뭣도 아닌 그 진심들을 고집하면은 you keep stubbornly hanging on to that truth, it means nothing

팀 빠진 넌 사실 뭣도 아니야 너는 Without your team, you’re nothing honestly

고속도로서 오솔길로 가려 해 너는 You’re trying to go from a highway to a little trail

그냥 내 말 좀 들어 그러다 다 잃어 Just listen to me, you’ll lose everything that way

늘 그랬듯 you go with the flow, you get better Like always, you go with the flow, you get better

F*** that s***, 에뜨랑제의 lifestyle F*** that s***, the lifestyle of an étranger

늘 나의 자리는 경계선의 pipeline I always stand on boundary pipelines

여전히 난 허락되지 않는 꿈을 꿔 I still dream dreams I’m not allowed to

아무도 보지 않는 춤을 춰 I dance dances no one sees

You keep the silence

‘Fore you do somethin’

You be a human

Till the death of you

I wanna be a human

‘Fore I do some art

It’s a cruel world

But there’s gon’ be my part

Cuz true beauty is a true sadness

Now you could feel my madness

I wanna be a human

'Fore I do some art

It's a cruel world

But there's gon’ be my part

Cuz true beauty is a true sadness

Now you could feel my madness

그는 말했지 늘, 먼저 사람이 돼라 He always said, “be a human first”

예술 할 생각 말고 놀아 느껴 희로애락 Don’t think about making art, just feel all the pain and pleasure, the joy and sorrow

What is it with the techniques

What is it with the skills

What is it with all the words

In your lyrics that you can’t feel?

나 당신이 말한 진리가 뭔지 몰라 다만 I don’t know what the truth that you spoke about is, but

그저 찾아가는 길 위 나의 속도와 방향 I just go on the paths I find, in my own speed and direction

You’re dead, but to me you the f***in’ contemporary

여전히 이곳에 살아서 흘러 permanently Still living here, flowing permanently

이 모든 경계의 위에 선 자들에게 To all those who stand on boundary lines

반드시 보내야만 했던 나의 밤을 건네 I give you these nights that I just had to spend

반짝이는 불꽃은 언젠가 땅으로 Shimmering fireworks eventually fall to the ground

카이사르의 것은 카이사르로 Render unto Caesar the things that are Caesar’s*²

시커멓게 탄 심장 A heart that’s burnt black

재를 뿌린 그 위에 시를 쓰네 I write poems where the ashes were spread

사선을 오갔던 생과 To a life that went back and forth between life and death and

당신이 마침내 이 땅에 남긴 것들에게 To the things that you left behind in this earth in the end

나 역시 그저 좀 더 나은 어른이길 I, of course, just hope to be a better adult

You keep the silence

'Fore you do somethin'

You be a human

Till the death of you

I wanna be a human

'Fore I do some art

It's a cruel world

But there's gon’ be my part

Cuz true beauty is a true sadness

Now you could feel my madness

I wanna be a human

'Fore I do some art

It's a cruel world

But there's gon’ be my part

Cuz true beauty is a true sadness

Now you could feel my madness

죽기까지 못할꺼야 I won’t be able to do it till I die.

그렇게 하고 싶은데 안돼요 I want to do it that way, but I’m not able to.

그럴려면 이 욕심도 다 버리고 In order to do it, you have to get rid of your greed.

모든 욕심 다 버려야 해 You have to get rid of all of your greed

천진무구한 세게로 돌아가야지 and go back to a world of perfect innocence.

그리고 약간 And well,

나는 그렇게 하고 싶은데 I want to do that.

왜 안 되는 거야 But why can’t I?

근데 죽을 때까지 그렇게 해보려고 노력을 해야지 But I have to keep trying till I die.

그게 인간의 목적인 것 같아 I think that is the purpose of human beings.*

Translators’ Notes:

*The dialogue translated in this section is our best guess, as the nature of vocal sample makes it difficult to hear the words clearly.

2. From Matthew 22:21.

Trans cr; Aditi | Spot Check cr; Faith & Annie @ bts-trans © TAKE OUT WITH FULL CREDITS

[medusas-daughter]

HBO is that toxic ex who swears they've changed so you take them back, and then they hurt you again, and you have nobody to blame but yourself because deep down you knew. You know what they can't ruin though? Re-reading the books with a warm cup of spiced tea or mulled wine.

[sixpossumsinatrenchcoat]

Memories of Touch

A 2.6k-word In Stars and Time oneshot featuring everyone's favorite Fighter. (This game ground me down to dust & then rebuilt me from the ashes and now I am irrevocably Changed. If you see this, please please PLEASE go play In Stars and Time.)

It’s the night before the end of the world, and Isabeau keeps remembering things that never happened.

[ISAT spoilers thru at least act 4! But I’m not totally clear on the delineation, so it’s prob safest to steer clear till you’ve finished the game.]

Isabeau doesn’t remember falling to his knees, but he must have, because he’s already on the floor. Hunched over Sif with both palms braced against the wound. But the wound is, it’s—too big, a seam that splits Siffrin from throat to navel and there’s so much blood, there’s so so so much blood. How can a guy that small even hold so much blood?

“Sif,” he chokes out. “Wh-Why?”

They already won, is the thing. They won!! They beat the King, they saved the country, there was— There should have been nothing left to run from. They were all so crabbing happy. Sif talked to each of them in turn, smiling, laughing, totally normal. Then he stared at the Head Housemaiden in total silence for at least five minutes, long enough that Isabeau started to think about stepping in the way. And then he turned around and walked down the steps and plunged the knife into his—

Of course Isabeau knows that Sif doesn’t like to be touched, but he can’t seem to stop. They feel so soft under his hands. And so cold. There’s so much blood in their hair that it feels gummy to the touch and their cloak is drenched black, their cheeks spattered with a hundred stark new freckles. Every breath they take pumps a little more blood onto the floor, like a hydraulic press. Their face is as white as their hair.

“Please,” Isabeau gasps, “p-please please please don’t leave, Sif, I—c-can’t lose you, please.”

Siffrin barely seems to hear. They cough up another gasp of blood before reeling back against the wall. Before he can stop himself, Isabeau is already moving, sliding around behind them so their head lands on his shoulder instead of cracking against the wall.

Siffrin tilts their head back to stare up at him, milky-eyed and rapturous. “Ohh,” they whisper. “You did it. You finally—”

—and Isabeau wakes up.

###

You know deja vu? That’s a thing people know about, right? The sense that you’ve seen something before, even though you’ve never seen anything like it?

Whatever’s happening to Isabeau, it’s the exact opposite of that.

Okayyy, okay, okay. He knows it doesn’t make any sense, okay? He can make it make sense. Just let him try again.

...Okay, it’s like this: It’s the night before the end of the world, and Isabeau keeps remembering things that never happened.

It’s like a portent that never comes true. A trauma flashback without the trauma. Which means it really is like deja vu. But only because both feelings are totally unfounded in reality. Instead of feeling like he’s seen something before, it’s like he’s seeing something new entirely. Like there used to be something familiar, and now there’s something else.

Ugh, that’s not right either, is it? He’s overcomplicating things again.

The crux of the matter is this: Isabeau keeps having nightmares about his new best friend. (And sure, yes, maybe the friend in question is also the love of his crabbing life. But that’s not really important right now.)

It’s weird, though. It’s not like worrying about Sif is anything new, but it’s never felt like this.

Isabeau sees Siffrin paralyzed and petrified. He sees them crushed and slashed and skewered. Siffrin is winking and they’re laughing and they're dead and dead and dead. Their battered body is branded on the inside of Isabeau’s eyelids, a light-show that never flickers to a stop.

Every time he closes his eyes, Iseabeau watches Siffrin die.

###

When the team finally reaches the second floor, the first thing they do is get themselves stuck.

Mirabelle is still in shock. The crying hasn’t started but she’s trembling, shaking all over like one of those small dogs that’s genetically predisposed to always need a sweater. Madame Odile is—inert. Unresponsive. Probably thinking of a way to research her way through that door lock. Bonnie still doesn’t get it; hasn’t had time to wrap their mind around the fact that they’re maybe stuck here forever, and not just for right now. And Siffrin…

…Huh. Sif is acting super normal, actually. They’re just circling the fallen boulder, prodding and prying and pressing on the cracks in the stone. Still trying to find the way forward.

Odile won’t appreciate an audience right now, so Isabeau sidles up to Sif. “Any luck?”

Siffrin jumps. “Oh. Um. I’m just… looking for a way around this rock. It’s just… It would save a lot of time…”

And possibly the entire country, yeah. “Can I help? I could give you a boost!”

Sif brightens. “Thanks, Isa. You rock.”

In spite of everything, Isabeau giggles. There’s something comforting about seeing Siffrin make jokes at a time like this.

“No, seriously,” Siffrin says solemnly. “It means a lot. I won’t take it for granite.”

“Pffffh— Sif!!!!”

“Isa.”

“You’re—!!!” But unfortunately, there’s no cool way to say, the coolest person I’ve ever met and, if you weren’t here, I would be totally losing my mind. Isabeau lets out his breath. “Here, just get on my shoulders already!!”

Sif squints at the boulder, then at Isabeau. He frowns. “I don’t want to hurt you…”

“Aw,” Isabeau says fondly. “Sif. Sifaroonie. I hate to be the one to tell you this, but you are a teeny-tiny little guy. Like a little mouse in a ginormous hat.”

“I’m not that small,” Siffrin huffs.

“It’s not a bad thing!! You’re—” Oh, crab, he almost said ‘adorable.’ “—fun-sized! Like I could carry you around in my pocket! It makes you a way smaller target, in a fight! It just also means you could climb me like a tree.”

The last thing he’s expecting is to see Siffrin to flush violently. But for a half-second before they tug their hat down over their face, that’s exactly what they do. “…Well. I guess your strength is illus-tree-ous.”

“Pffff!!!”

“And you are known for your gallan-tree.”

“Siff!!!!!!!”

“So I guess we could give it a shot. It’s the tree-ast I can do.”

“Sif!!” Isabeau squawks. “That one was bad!!!!!”

“Yeah,” Sif concedes, snickering. “I’ll have something better next time.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

So that’s all well and good, until it comes time for Isabeau to actually give them a boost. At which point he remembers that Sif hates to be touched, and that there is no good way to go about this.

Isabeau takes a knee in front of the boulder and tries not to cringe when Siffrin doesn’t move. “S-Sorry, this was dumb. You don’t have to—”

“No,” Sif says softly. “Um. Let me try.”

A moment later, there’s a featherlight pressure on his shoulder. Isabeau holds his breath. Then Sif’s grip tightens around the nape of his neck and Isabeau has maybe a second to lose himself in giddy daydreams before he remembers to stop being a creep and help his best friend save the world already.

“Okay!!” he squeaks. “I’m! Um! I’m… gonna stand up now, so… be careful?”

Siffrin scoffs. “I’m always careful.”

When Sif finally hops down, he doesn’t look defeated, just resigned. “Worth a shot,” he shrugs, and plunges his arm into the nearest Tear.

Isabeau can see the time-stop creeping up Sif's arm. Their Change draining away. The light in their eyes, the spark in their smile, guttering and going dark. Their skin turns cold—

###

—Isabeau jerks awake.

He clutches at his chest. Gasps for breath. Almost reaches out before he remembers himself. But it was just a stupid dream. In the real world, Siffrin is alive. Moving. Not frozen in time. Snoring gently just a few inches in front of him, peaceful and utterly restful. Breathing. Alive.

It takes hours before Isabeau can fall back asleep. The whole time, the back of his neck still tingles.

###

Siffrin finishes his malanga fritters. He checks in with the rest of their family, letting Bonnie pat his hands and sitting perfectly still, eyes creased with contentment, while Mirabelle brushes his hair. Then he wanders back toward Isabeau.

Isabeau smiles at them. Siffrin smiles back.

Isa waits for them to walk away, but Sif just keeps standing there, expectant. Poor guy. He must be really hungry.

Isabeau shoots them a rueful smile. “Aw, sorry, Sif! I’m all outta madeleines.”

“Oh. That’s okay. I don't want a madeleine.”

Isabeau looks dubious.

“I want a madeleine,” Sif concedes. “But it’s okay. I know you don’t have any. No, it's just—um.” He hesitates for a moment, shifting his weight. Then, with his gaze still fixed on the floor: “Everyone else touched me.”

Isabeau chokes.

“Mira brushed me,” Sif explains, like Isabeau wasn’t watching the whole time and burning with envy. “And Bonnie petted me. Even Odile messed up my hair. So I thought maybe you might do something new—I mean. Too. I thought you might do something, too.”

“Um,” Isabeau whispers. In the corner of his eye, he can see Odile watching him with all-too-visible amusement. He takes a moment to send thanks to the Change God for making Sif too dense to notice. “I—um. Haha, I… How do you—or, I mean— Wh-Where do you want me to…” He can’t even say it out loud. Crab, he is such a loser. “…Um. Y-You know. Touch?”

Siffrin’s head tilts. “Where do you want to touch?”

Oh, crab. Oh, crab, how is he supposed to answer that??? Ideally in a way that doesn’t reveal that he’s already spent weeks of his life daydreaming about all the ways he might touch Siffrin, if they’d let him. If it wouldn’t make them flinch away. “U-Um!! I—”

“Oh,” Sif mumbles, tugging their hat over their face. Then they look up through their lashes, smiling. “Haha, sorry, that was weird. It’s okay. You don’t have to—“

“No!!” Isabeau blurts out. “Please! Don’t just—I’m just!! Just give me a second to…”

“It’s fine, haha! Really! There’s nothing to explain. I was just, um, joking.”

Isabeau’s face falls. “You were… joking?”

“...Yeah,” Sif says quietly. “Sorry. I guess it wasn’t a very good joke.”

###

“Hey, Isa?”

Isabeau jolts awake. Was he sleeping standing up? How the heck was he sleeping standing up? He thought that only happened in stories. But he's standing near the Favor Tree and Sif is looking up at him, even though he doesn't remember them walking up, so he must have been asleep. “Oh!! Sif!! Hi, Sif!!”

“Hey, Isa.”

“What’s up, buddy!”

“I was just wondering.” Siffrin chews their lip. “Um. Why won’t you touch me?”

The sun stops rising. The world stops Changing. All reality hangs in the balance. “Huh????”

“It’s okay if you don’t want to answer,” Sif says softly. “I know it doesn’t matter. I was just curious.”

“N-No! I just! I…” Isabeau hesitates. “You… don’t like it, right?”

It’s not like he hasn’t tried. He’s tried to touch Sif a million times. Not in a weird way!!!! Just in a very normal, adult, companionable sort of way. The same way he’d fling an arm around Mira’s shoulders, or tousle Bonnie’s hair.

But when you try it on Siffrin, they always, always flinch. They jump. Their eye goes huge and round. Like a trapped animal. Too scared to fight, but with nowhere left to run.

“No,” Sif mumbles. Which is reassuring, until they add, “I don’t not like it.”

“Y. You don’t.”

Siffrin shakes their head.

But then why do they always jump? “But—“

“I’m not used to it,” Siffrin says quietly. “I don’t—um. People… mostly don’t touch me.”

“B-But you want them to.”

Siffrin shrugs.

“You want… me to?”

Siffrin tugs the brim of their hat over their face. “Never mind. Sorry. I was just—

“No!!!” Isabeau gasps. “I—just— Will you just!! Give me a second!!!”

Siffrin’s eyebrows twitch. “Sure.”

Isabeau covers his face with both hands. Oh, crab, why is this happening now? They’ve been on the road for weeks! Siffrin has been unbearably, irrevocably, lethally cute for weeks! Isabeau wanted to touch him a million years ago! But now it’s been so long that he’s— He can’t even remember how people touch each other!!

“Um. U-Um! I! Um… Wh-What do you want me to…”

“…touch?” Sif asks patiently.

Isabeau chokes back a sob.

“Well,” Sif says softly. “What do you want to touch?”

But, h-haha!! That’s— It’s an impossible question!! There’s no right answer!! Or… maybe there’s every right answer? Because Isabeau wants to touch everything. Everywhere. Every inch of them. The nape of their neck, the tips of their fingers… Isabeau just, he just— He just wants. “Um—!!!”

Sif is already shaking their head. “Sorry. Never mind. I won’t try it again.”

###

Isabeau doesn’t remember falling asleep, but he must have, because he’s already dreaming.

It’s one of those weird dreams: the ones that blur the line between waking and dreaming, like the dream aggregated around his actual physical reality. He’s in bed in the Clocktower—which is, as far as he knows, where he's actually sleeping. But he knows it’s a dream because, in real life, Siffrin would never shake him awake by the scruff of his shirt.

“Sif, what…”

“Isa,” Siffrin whispers, “Isa, please, I have to know if this is real, I have to know if I’m—here, if anything is here, if I can feel anything. I can’t keep going like this, I can feel myself fading, or—splintering, I—”

“S-Sif!!!” Crab, he wants to touch them so bad. Isabeau is a hugger. It’s the surest way he knows how to care about someone. But Sif hates being touched, so none of the usual rules apply. “Sif, hey. Hey, hey, breathe. Can you breathe with me? Can you take a deep breath?”

“It’s not enough.” For a second, Siffrin’s eyes look frighteningly dark. “I just—I need to know if any of this, if any of me is real. I need you to make me feel real.”

“Anything,” Isabeau says, helpless. “Just tell me what you need.”

“You have to touch me,” Siffrin whispers. They might as well have drawn their blade and stabbed him. “Sorry, I’m sorry, I know it’s awful but I’m—I think I can keep going if you just touch me, Isa, please. Please, I’m—I’ve been losing my mind, I—”

“Sif,” Isabeau breathes. “What—or, I mean— How do you—”

“Anywhere. Everywhere. Just hold me, Isa, please.“

Isabeau knows it isn’t real, but that doesn’t mean he’s strong enough to look away. He lunges forward, wraps both arms and legs around them and dies a little when he feels Sif burrow into his chest, like they’re trying to press even closer. He can feel them shuddering in his arms, shaking like a leaf in high winds, but when he buries one hand in their hair and crushes them against his chest he can feel the spasms subside a little. He can feel them settling, stilling as they relax against him. Oh, crab. It feels like his heart is going to burst.

“S-Sif—“

“Please,” Sif whispers. “I know. I know, I know, I'm sorry. But just… just a little longer.”

###

“Isa,” Siffrin says.

Isabeau jerks awake. He was… Was he daydreaming? What was he daydreaming about? He shakes himself off. “Sif! Aw, did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed? I get it.”

“I have to do the tree thing.”

“Oh. I mean—sure, yeah! I’ll just, uh, give you some space!”

“Right,” Sif says quietly. “Space.”

Even after he turns to walk away, Isabeau can still feel them watching. A sort of tingle on the back of his neck. Like deja vu, only in reverse. Fingerprints that Siffrin never left, from contact that never happened. The memory of their touch.

I'm chewing on the idea of writing a lil postgame epilogue as part 2 of this story, so.... if you wanna find out if (/when???) I update, feel free to swing by ao3 & subscribe to the series!

[daily-crowley]

TELL ME ABT YOUR OTHER HYPERFIXATIONS!! Mine are currently Loki, ofmd, good omens, and Hozier :D

THANK YOU FOR ASKING, THIS IS GOING TO BE LONG!

There’s a few hyperfixations of mine I’m always talking about but right now there’s 3 main ones.

1. The Boys

2. Invincible

3. Peacemaker

The Boys is the main one; I loved it since it came out back in 2019. I moved on sometime after S3 ended and I found another hyperfixation but now new content is coming out with S4 so I’m back on my The Boys bullshit. I’m a Butchlander shipper, BILLY BUTCHER AND HOMELANDER CONSUME MY THOUGHTS. I AM BEYOND OBSESSED WITH THOSE TWO! I need them to kiss…. And-and more. Anthony Starr and Karl Urban are my current celebrity crushes that I’m only able to think about. If you follow me in insta it’s just been The Boys 24/7 that I’ve talked about since new content started dropping thanks to S4. HOMELANDER IS MY BABYGIRL I WILL DEFEND HIM I DON’T CARE FOR HIS CRIMES I DON’T CARE IF I’M SUPPOSE TO HATE HIM, I LOVE HIM. BILLY BUTCHER MY GOTH BOYFRIEND I WILL DIE IF YOU DIE. HE CANT DIE, HE JUST CAN’T. S4 teaser was insane, so much was going on, Black Noir is back?! And Jeffrey Dean Morgan is joining the cast! AND TEAMING UP WITH BUTCHER?! They said that trailer was just a scratch on the surface of what happens, wasn’t even a trailer just a teaser but it had so much going on WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT’T JUST A SMALL TASTE OF S4?! I’m scared but excited. I’m nervous but excited (Billy if you fucking die on me- that’s what I’m most worried about)

Invincible is my other current hyperfixation, S1 was so good and I can’t wait for S2 to continue. They should’ve dropped all the episodes at once that way I don’t have to wait but whatever. Vigilante is my little meow meow from Peacemaker. I love Adrian so much, hate that I gotta wait till like 2025-2026 for S2 possibly.

My other interests that I talk about all the time (not currently much though thanks to The Boys) are:

• NATM/JedTavius

• Venom/SymBrock

• SamBucky/Marvel in general

• FNAF

• Who Framed Roger Rabbit

• Maleficent

• The Simpsons

Night at The Museum came out when I was 7, I’m 24 now, I haven’t moved on. It was my first hyperfixation and ship before I even knew what that all meant. I’ve written like 30 JedTavius fics. I’m a Venom fan first and a Spider-Man hater second. I will defend Venom at all times and Eddie and him are definitely in love. When the FNAF film came out it brought me back to my FNAF phase, Foxy’s my favourite with Bonnie being second. I watched the film about 20 times. Then in November I started a personal rewatch challenge on Insta where I watched it all month long. Meaning I’ve probably watched it at least 50 times and I still haven’t gotten sick of it (also I love the Josh Hutcherson whistle meme. I don’t care how much people hate it I think it’s funny.) I’m a huge Marvel fan, I literally grew up with the comics, I’m not kidding those were read to me as my bedtime stories. My favourite characters are Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes as a result I ship them. I never shipped Stucky, that never made sense to me whilst Sam and Bucky have so much chemistry. Sam Wilson is everything to me, I adore SamCap he’s MY Captain America (still love Steve though!) Roger Rabbit is my favourite fictional character of all time, my biggest comfort character. Growing up I really tried to base my personality off of him, the world might be obsessed with Jessica Rabbit but I’m obsessed with Roger. People need to draw, edit, and cosplay him as much as they do Jessica. I’ve been a huge Simpsons fan since I was like 10 and my mother dropped me off at my aunts house and she left leaving me alone with my cousin who was watching The Simpsons and it took off from there. Nelson Muntz is my funky little son and they need to make Nelisa canon. Maleficent is my favourite Disney character (actually like quite a bit of Disney, second favourite character being Donald Duck) I based a lot of my style around her, and I have a lot of Maleficent collectibles. I absolutely love the Angelina Jolie’s Maleficent films (totally ship her with Diaval).

There’s a few other things that I really, really love. I’m also a huge horror fan my favourite being Chucky/Child’s Play as well as Killer Klowns from Outer Space, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (not 3D), Friday the 13th, Nightmare on Elm Street, etc. Sanrio, Kuromi is my favourite second is Pochacco, I really love animated films and cartoons. IT, Monster High, and more. I’m also a collector of all these things.

So there you have it. Those are all my hyperfixation and fandom’s that I’m in. Right now especially those first 3 that I talked about (seriously can you tell I really like The Boys? Lol)

[wasted-women]

ROUND 1D, MATCH 2 OUT OF 8!

Causes of Death & Propaganda Under the Cut:

Gamora

Cause of Death: Thrown down a great height

Propaganda:

Ugh okay, I know the writers bring her character back, but that is a past Gamora who does not even remember her recent team mates, the Guardians of the Galaxy. And this new Gamora does not show up till 7~ movies later. I absolutely hated watching Gamora die and then the movie showing her abusive dad crying over her, after he physically and mentally abused her for years and literally murdered her "for the greater good". And then of course her boyfriend Peter hear the news and has a mental breakdown. His sadness is so great that the good guys are unable to stop Gamora's dad and thus Endgame happens. I completely understand if you don't want to add her, I just wanted to give her a shot. My anger really stems from Gamora being an abuse survivor, then has to meet up with her abuser who murderers her in cold blood. Especially since she was one of the main characters in Guardians of the Galaxy. And I get the feeling that the writers for Infinity War/Endgame were not in communication or agreement with the Guardians of the Galaxy writer since GotG's writer had to bring her back out of nowhere for his story to work.

Gamora was raised to be a living weapon and she escaped her abusive life and found a new family who loved her and was even repairing her relationship with her (also abused) sister. Her murder was ALL ABOUT her abuser and how he felt sort of conflicted about throwing her off a cliff - and then all about her boyfriend and how upset he was about her death. Like I even liked her and Peter's relationship, but she also had her sister and friends and we never get into how her death affected them. We never get into how horrific her death was or how tragic it is that her life was cut short and what a waste to the universe it was because she was such a hero. It's just about the men's feelings. Ugh. (also yes technically she was brought back from a different timeline, but it's also very clear that Gamora is a different person, with her own story, and that og Gamora is dead and never coming back).

Killed off for Thanos and Quills man pain and for no other reason.

Natalia Romanoff

Cause of Death: Self-sacrifice to get the Soul Stone

Propaganda:

[No Propaganda Submitted]

Jane Foster

Cause of Death: Cancer

Propaganda:

her getting fridged in love and thunder made me so mad because 1. The movie was about her! I know it's a Thor movie but they literally advertised her as a female Thor. And her conflict about her own mortality is at the core of the film. 2. She dies for not just one man, but two men's character arcs! When she dies, it serves as a redemption for the main villain, and it shows Thor a lesson about how being with her wouldnt make him happy. Because she literally died and now he cant be with her! And because of her death, the villain decides not to kill all the gods. So it could have been a self sacrifice except, oh no! She dies from cancer! A completely arbitrary death!

[thephantomcasebook]

As much as I find A+C=D interesting I don't know how they would fit Daeron's story into the series. He couldn't have a dragon. The same thing with Helaena and Aemond, I believe the series is creating "something" with them, but in the book there is Alys Rivers who is an important character and lover of Aemond. I know the series has changes and like it, but I wonder how far these changes are beneficial to the plot of fire and blood...

No, I see what you're saying.

But the one thing you need to understand is that "Fire & Blood" is not a real history book, or actual view of events. It is hear-say from different sources. A Green Maester and a Perverted Dwarf's account of events from over 100 years ago that is compiled by a Maester who is terrified of the Mad King Aerys who is breathing down his neck while he's writing it for baby Viserys and Dany.

It is completely biased toward the Blacks, because, if it wasn't then Aerys would roast him alive with wildfire.

To understand the book, you have to read between the lines.

Two examples.

1.) After King's Landing falls to the Blacks, Daeron marshals one of the finest armies that Westros has ever seen. In the book, most of the accounts say that Daeron is leading the army, that he is whipping the Blacks asses up and down the south on his way to rescue Alicent and Helaena, Meanwhile Aemond and Alys are a two team wrecking crew that is setting the Riverlands aflame so no reinforcements can come to aid Rhaeynra in King's Landing.

There is proven accounts that two of Rhaenyra's best Dragon Seed Riders turn cloak on the Blacks because they were absolutely petrified of having to fight Daeron and Tessarion. Which tracks, because, the Dragon Seed Riders nearly pissed themselves after capturing King's Landing when Rhaenyra informed them that their service to her wasn't done till they fought and killed Aemond and Daeron.

Which none of them signed up for.

But the main author of the book continuously assures the readers - aka Aerys - that it's not Daeron leading the army that it is Ormund Hightower. He was the real power and leader of the Green's main army after Criston's death.

However, that conflicts with what is said about Ormund Hightower earlier which was that the man was a terrible leader and battle commander that needed Daeron's last minute arrival to turn the tide of a battle in which he outnumbered his enemies.

So, as a reader, you're supposed to understand that the Maester is purposefully trying to cut out the narrative that Daeron was a hero and champion. That he is constantly placating to Aerys that he was nothing but a green mama's boy and only ever won battles out of being lucky - despite every account saying otherwise.

Then, later on, the Maester says that Daeron was killed in a passive and mediocre manner - his pavilion fell on him or that some random soldier smashed his face in with a morning star, not knowing who he killed.

Right?

However, in that same battle, Tessarion - and Tessarion alone - starts fighting Seasmoke and Adam Hull on it's own ... without a rider. That Tessarion starts doing all these amazing and complicated moves in the battle ... without a rider. That later when Vermethor breaks loose and starts killing everyone - both Greens and Blacks alike - that Tessarion altruistically steps in to fight to the death "The Bronze Terror" to stop him from killing everyone ... without a rider.

So, either this Tessarion motherfucker is the most honorable and sentient dragon there ever was ...

Or, Daeron didn't die like a bitch and fought the - then - largest and most vicious Dragon in the world to save the lives of both his men and his enemies when it went wild.

Then, for fifty years both Rhaenyra and Daemon's descendants and the Stark regents feared Daeron's return, many - including the common people - believing that he was not dead and that he would have his revenge for "The Brothel Queens" and for Helaena's children.

Why would they think that if there was confirmation that some random ass Riverland soldier smashed his face in?

Cause he didn't die that night nor any afterward.

2.) In the book it is explicitly theorized that the split between Rhaenyra and Alicent came in maidenhood and had everything to do with Criston Cole.

It is pointed out that Alicent had been in love with Criston from the beginning. That she grew angry and Jealous when Rhaenyra picked him to be her Sworn Shield, and that their falling out had more to do with Criston rejecting Rhaenyra ... which is why she moved on to Harwin Strong.

Point of fact!

For the next sixteen years, Ser Criston Cole wore Alicent's favor in every tourney and battle, was her sworn shield, that he was named Lord Commander by Alicent herself despite Rhaenyra trying to stop it. That Criston was extremely loyal to Alicent to the very end, never wavering once on being by her side.

Then, this joke ass crack head Maester actually spends time trying to question what exactly motivates him to be loyal to Alicent. Then, Maester Dipshit settles on that it was resentment against Rhaenyra.

No, dumbass!

It's cause he's been in love with Alicent since they were teenagers!

I wasn't even shipping them when I read the text and it was fucking obvious to me.

That's the problem with sticking to the source material. The writers of the show took that note literally and then made Criston's character be some one-note spurned lover till almost to the end of the season. But if you simply read between the lines, it's right there!

Criston was in love with Alicent, not Rhaenyra, the entire time.

By the time the writers figured that shit out, or George e-mailed them with the note, they had already ruined Criston's character by making him pine for Rhaenyra when all sources, except for the one bias one toward Rhaenyra, said that Criston said 'Begone Thot!' to her advances.

I'm not making a run at you, nonny. But what I'm trying to say is that you can't rely on the source material for anything but a guide line to events. When it comes to interpersonal relationship and quiet moments with characters, the book can't be trusted. It's like trying figure out what George and Martha Washington's marriage was like based on reading a High School History text book.

The stuff between Aemond and Helaena is probably coming straight from Martin himself. It fits with the rhyming history of Westeros of the unrequited or secret lovers between Targaryen Siblings. And more to the point, Targaryen brothers and sisters who are meant to be together often times share a psychic connection of some sort.

Alys Rivers comes after "Blood & Cheese" when Helaena loses her mind to the world ...

However, on the same day that Aemond dies, Helaena commits suicide that very night.

It's all there, nonny ... it's all there.

[spectrum-studios]

Story notes : dystopian space, tw: mentions of blood and slight blood, violence, moderate language, gore.

This is a school assignment I made, and I had lots of classmates and teacher advice taken, and it's a part of my final for the creative writing class.

Also, here's some mentions to people i wish to share this with!

@lethalcontracts @adriftinthev0id @xdollydoodlesx @orbdotexe @celestelunisea16 @gizmocrate-werecrow

Story below the cut!

“Hello, I'm the boss of this [REDACTED] company, YOU are my newest assistant, YOUR job is to make sure the crews are mentally sane, YOU will activate the [REDACTED] protocol if a crew does not meet quota. And thank YOU for joining the monitor system…”

YOU sat down at a repurposed security desk and turned on all the monitors… and decided to read about the restricted rehired No-Fire crew captain, Intel.

[Intel’s Background

Year 1XXX. An asset named Intel yelled at her team to take off as she fended off the monsters who were trying to board the ship. The captain tossed her a stop sign for her self-defense.

And years pass on the moon… enough time to let her learn about things that no soul can ever dream, Intel learned how to kill anything.

As the years pass intel is eventually saved and rehired soon becoming a captain.

Her crew is named Team No-Fire made up of Intel, Socks, Rookie, and Intern.]

YOU tuck the file away and start monitoring the screens.

‘This has been a cycle for everyone’s lives. Just eat, ship to moons, collect scrap, kill aliens, get home, get paycheck… repeat. Once someone joins, they can't leave till death, age, or too much information. Everyone is an asset. They don't care if you commit crimes or are insane; you are an asset and a tool to the company.’

Year 2387.

Intel parries a Jester’s lunge attack and shoves the jester back and swings her stop sign and digs the sharp metal into the Jester’s neck and exposed spine, blood spewing from the wound which made quite a mess… Intel starts violently stabbing the Jester’s shell with the sign pole and blood starts to pool the hall as the Jester is lifeless on the ground, and Intel wipes blood off her cracked visor, Intel looks at Rookie, “that's the third near death with Jester, Rooks… and it's a monday.” She helped Rookie up.

“Doesn't beat Socks’s however… she has the most encounters, what was it again?” Rookie asked. “98 encounters Rooks, 98, and that was last month.” Intel answered, collecting scrap.

“Still shocks me. Socks lied her way into the job…” Rookie sighs.

“Me too Rooks… me too.” Intel said with a disappointed voice. The two head back to the ship. Upon getting home and taking a break, along with paying respect to fallen people, the crew dumps off the scrap and “sleep”...

In the morning, Intel got up to get the paycheck.

“Here's the paycheck Intel” boss said as his visible clawed hand held out the check to Intel.

“Thanks boss, have a good day” Intel replied, taking the check and reading it over.

Later in the day Intel’s team washed off the blood from a fight that the youngest teammate, Socks, miraculously missed by taking the fire exit, that fight was scary… Intel didn't want Socks to die or get traumatized. Intel looks at her stop sign, the very sign that her old team tossed her as she sacrificed her life to save them… sad that they got fired… Intel yearned for freedom but she knew far too much for her freedom, she knew more than the boss himself…

The sleep pod alarm went off as Intel punched it to silence it and slid out of the pod in her black skinsuit as she grabs the space suit and slips it on, she bangs on the other pods to wake up the rest.

“Wake up bitches, we have work today… no slacking” Intel spoke in a tired voice.

“I’m up, I'm up, capt'n..” Intern kicked open the pod door while the others slowly got up and ready. Intel grabs a helmet and skips breakfast, boarding the ship assigned to her team..

Later, they arrive at a new moon that is worth ten times the normal runs they do. Intel rips the stop sign pole from a baboon hawk head as its thick viscous blood covers the pole.

“Fucking baboon hawks” Intel mutters under her breath…

“These robots are soooo BIG!” Socks squeals excitedly at the sight of giant robots.

“They look dangerous, Socks.” Rookie holds her small shoulder.

They all enter the building and get the scrap, ward off nutcrackers and brackens, and get back to the ship as giants crawled from the earth at the sight of a sunset.

“Time to go?” Intern asked. “Yeah lets get the fuck outta here” Intel answered dropping some scrap, and heading ‘home’.

Intel washes off her stop sign and suit off of any alien blood along with the others. They grab dinner and climb into their pods. Intel stays awake, dreaming her hopeless dream.

End. . . ? no… there is never an ending in the company… It's just a million stories and a million lives lost out in space.

Lore | Lethal Company Wiki | Fandom

[iisasarcasticlittleshite]

 Weak Immune System (Karasuno Volleyball Club/*MALE* reader) Part III

'Jesus, when did the weather get this pissed off?' You mused. Beyond the safety of the gym the rain was pelting down in sheets that pounded against the windows, the claps of thunder that followed lightning flashes made the glass shake. 'I thought the storm wasn't supposed to start 'till midnight.'

'Looks like mother nature changed her mind,' Suga mused 'I'm worried, Hinata can't possibly peddle home in the rain and at night.'

You looked down at your upperclassman, he was huddled in his uniform jacket, arms wrapped around himself, trying to keep himself from showing how cold he was. Your bigger build granted you more protection from the cold. You shrugged off your extra jacket and threw it around Suga, leaving yourself with the long waterproof windbreaker you'd be needed to get home. 'Worry about yourself a little there, Sugamama.'

The setter's face flushed as he took in the garment that you tucked firmly over his shoulders, it was at least two sizes too big for him. 'Hey! I'm not a girl!'

With a curious frown, you tilted your head at him 'is that supposed to be a reason for me to let you freeze to death, dumbass?'

'You've been spending too much time with Kageyama.' Suga pouted at you but didn't object any further.

You smiled wistfully and glanced around. The rest of the team was scattered around the gym, sat against walls, or standing in groups. The first year that Suga was worried about didn't look phased with the prospect of cycling home in a hurricane, but you knew that in this weather, cars were going to have trouble seeing him on those unlit mountain roads, on top of that, Hinata was wearing black. There was no way you were letting him go home in this, and it didn't look likely to let up any time soon.

Daichi walked over to join the two of you beside the window, if he noticed Sugawara huddling into your jacket, he didn't say anything, merely followed your eyes to the ginger, sat against the wall, talking to Noya. 'What does the forecast say?'

'Nothing nice,' you replied grimly 'my place is closest, might ask 'im if he wants to stay over. No one's gonna see him in this weather, it's an accident waiting to happen.'

'Sorry, Suga did you grow up?'

'Ha.Ha. Very funny cap.' you rolled your eyes, grateful to be dragged out of your fretting. You don't know how Suga does it, the anxiety would kill you.

'I'm making a run for it guys!' Tanaka announced 'Saeko's gonna freak if I'm late for movie night!'

'Don't die!' you teased 'I'll steal the girlfriend you don't have!'

Tanaka flipped you the bird 'screw you, dude!'

'You wish!' the pair of you chuckled before he turned away and took off into the deluge, soon followed by Nishinoya who was probably going to crash at Tanaka's place now that you thought about it.

'I guess we outta make a run for it too.' Asahi concluded.

As everyone else braced for the downpour, Suga nudged you toward Hinata. The boy's expression had shifted to something resembling apprehension, and you knew he was trying to hide the fact that he was nervous about going home. You sighed and tapped the boy on the shoulder 'Hinata, cycling home's gonna be a little on the risky side in this weather, you can come to stay at mine if you want.'

Hinata squawked in surprise, stepping back as his face flushed 'I-I'm not scared!'

You chuckled 'I believe you, so? I'd feel a little better knowing you're not trying to climb a mountain in the dark.'

'If your parents don't mind...'

'Pfft, don't worry about my parents. Dad would be more upset I didn't offer. So, race ya?' you gave your junior a roguish grin, shrugging on your waterproof over your bag to keep your books dry.

'You're on!'

'Don't stay up too late, Sleeping Beauty!' Suga teased on your way out, looking relieved.

'Dude, it's me, be lucky if I'm awake past ten!' you huffed, holding the door open for Hinata 'see ya tomorrow!'

Side by side, you and Hinata pelted through the rain. Your shoes were soaked in seconds, puddles splashing up your legs and soaking your trousers while the wind and water beat down against the thin layer separating your skin from the weather. Hinata was fast beside you, almost too fast, you were worried you'd lose him if he took off ahead without knowing the way. You wouldn't put it past him, nor were you in the mood to explain to the club parents that you'd lost their baby crow, so you reached out and snagged Hinata's sopping wet sleeve, tugging lightly as you weaved off the main road and pelted up a flooded side-street, water rushing down, washing over your sneakers.

Hinata's sleeve slipped through your fingers when he slipped in the riverbed that was once a road, and you managed to catch his hand just in time, your momentum hauling him upright after you, he was so light and you were still warm from practice, long legs eating ground even up the steep hill.

You didn't dare let go of him again, weaving past the occasional pothole that you knew all too well and through the back gate of your house. Your family home had a granny annex attached to the side of the main house, you'd moved into it when your older brother had moved out this year. Up a short flight of stairs, you shoved the screen door open and practically hurled Hinata inside the entrance hall ahead of you, gasping for breath and feeling both hot and cold at the same time.

With the door shut behind you, you looked at Hinata and laughed, the shorter boy soon joining you as he collapsed onto the tiles of the mud-closet, as you called it.

'Thanks for catching me back there!' the ginger scratched the back of his neck sheepishly 'I thought for sure I was gonna knock my two front teeth out!'

You chuckled, shrugging off your soaked overcoat, thankfully at least some of parts of you were dry, the same could not be said for any part of your bellow the knee 'no worries, give me two seconds and I'll get you a change of clothes, you look like a drowned rat.'

It was true, Hinata's usually voluminous tufts of orange laid flat against his forehead, some still dripping water onto the tiles. He'd be freezing his ass off soon if he didn't get a warm shower, with how small he was.

You found some of your old clothes, even if you had been fourteen the last time any of these fit you, they would still be a little big on Hinata, but it was the best you'd find without raiding your younger brother's closet, and you doubted Shouyou would appreciate you telling him that he fit your ten-year-old brother's clothes. You offered Hinata some dry slippers and ushered him into your little one-bedroom annex.

He looked around at the open layout, you had a kitchenette to the right of the door, a small living area in the center, and your bedroom was on the left, the bathroom was ensuite.

'Wow, you have all this to yourself? Don't you get lonely?'

You shrugged 'family tradition, the oldest son always moves in here before moving away for good.'

'How many oldest sons are there?' Hinata regretted phrasing it that way, but as usual, you merely chuckled off his awkwardness.

'There are four of us brothers altogether,' you explained, holding out a towel wrapped around a change of clothes 'now go shower, your dripping on my floor.'

'Sorry!' The redhead followed your directions to the bathroom, and you soon heard the sound of running water, so you took to your fridge to find something to feed you both. You hadn't been counting on having guests, and you knew for a fact that Hinata could eat like a horse after practice, so you made your way to the storage closet in the corner of your little space. It was like a secret passage, through a hazardous trap door that lead directly into your younger brother's room. He was busy playing video games with his headphones in, so you snuck past without bothering him and raided your mother's fridge while she was still in her office. It was nothing new, she always had the thing stocked to bursting anyway.

You returned unseen from your mission and managed to haul the load back through the trap door without dropping it all. With the shower still running, you got busy making dinner. In your family, everyone but your mother better be a good cook, the poor woman had no taste so anything she made was good only by accident and coincidence. Your father had drilled the art of not letting shit burn into all of your brothers at a young age, so much so that his first son now worked at a Michelin star restaurant somewhere in London.

Hinata emerged from your room, and before you could say a word, you burst out laughing, because the tiny middle blocker was drooling, following his nose and dragging his feet toward the pull-out table where you'd set a huge dish of egg fried rice. You'd found a fuckton of cooked rice downstairs.

Wordlessly, you served him a massive helping and handed him a pair of chopsticks 'enjoy, I'mma go change.'

Hinata gaped at you in awe 'you're an angel!'

'It's just egg-fried-rice dude, easy as fuck.' You shrugged, heading to your room, smiling as you heard Hinata tucking into the food you'd made. You ran the risk of him eating all of it before you got back, but you could live with that "happy hampster" look he got.

After changing, you and Hinata sat on your sofa so you could eat, you tried not to chuckle at how baggy your old clothes looked on him as you flicked through your phone.

'Hey, (Y/N)-senpai?'

'Yeah?' you looked up to find the boy staring at you with those wide, hazel eyes, like you were something complex to be solved, like a math problem or something 'why are you looking at me like that, man?'

'How come you act like you're not a good player?' Hinata ignored your question, still staring at you like he could burn the answers out of your soul 'you're probably just as good as Kageyama, so why won't you let coach put you in?'

'Pfft, me? As good as Kageyama?! Yeah right.'

Hinata pouted and stood up, marching into your room, only to return with one of the frames you kept on your dresser. He sat beside you and shoved the picture into your lap 'I wasn't sure who it was at first, your hair's so different but, is that you, at the All-Japan Junior training camp?'

You sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of your nose. The whole point of dying your hair is completely different from your natural colour was to avoid people recognizing you in featured pictures like this, how had the shortcake figured it out?

'Yes, yes that's me and my older brother.' you relented 'I was in my third year in middle school, none of the guys know about this so don't you dare tell 'em.'

'Why not?!' Hinata wailed 'we're going up against Shiratorizawa! It's going to be five whole sets! If you'd at least sub in to give Daichi or Asahi a break-!'

'I can't do that,' your voice was low, quiet, in massive contrast to Hinata's passionate outcry 'my brother made that mistake, he's playing on borrowed time to this day, his career could end with one fall.'

'What do you mean?' the boy blinked owlishly at you, leaning on the arm of the sofa.

'I told you, there's four of us. Our dad played all sorts of sports with us when we were kids. Fumihiro's my oldest brother, he might have become a chef but he was a regional tennis champion in mixed doubles. Masashi...we're only two years apart, and we both fell in love with volleyball. He always wanted to be on the court, we both did, but Masa...he wanted the entire team to rely on him, to believe in him no matter what position he played. One day he...he burned out, collapsed mid-set. Watching him getting taken away in an ambulance shook his teammates so much that they gave the game away. I know he's blamed himself for it ever since, but will he stop playing? Hell no.'

You crossed your arms and shrunk in on yourself, brows drew together in a scowl, glaring at the picture in your lap 'if people rely on me, I'll inevitably let them down, or burn myself out trying not to. I...I don't want to live as Masa does, wondering if and when his shoulder's gonna give out and force him to give up something he loves.'

'That's...Senpai you're an idiot!' Hinata wailed, making you jump and knock the frame off of your lap, but your eyes were fixed on the determination in your junior's eyes. 'You told me so many times, there are six people on the court, SIX! That means that there are five other people to fall back on if one falls short! You're just so scared of failing you won't even try and that...that pisses me off! You're tall, you're good at the game and everyone can see it!'

There were tears in his eyes now, his cheeks were flushed crimson, and you froze as the weight of his words hit you like a ton of bricks. Here he was trying to compensate for not having something that he couldn't control, while you wallowed and fought your own desire to get on the court and fight with your friends.

It was almost ironic. 'If I could make you tall and me short, I would.' you murmured, Hinata opened his mouth to argue, but you held up a hand 'I know, that's not what you meant. Look, I can't promise anything, but...next time Coach tells me to get in there, I won't argue with him, okay?'

Hinata lit up with a smile, the tears forgotten and replaced with the sun in your own living room 'just try! That's all I ask Senpai!'

'Quit tryna butter me up, Tangerine, I ain't Noya.' You reached to ruffle his damp hair, smiling despite yourself. The frame lay forgotten on the coffee table while you and Hinata went about setting up the sofa-bed, arguing about who would take it or the bed while a movie played in the background. It didn't end up mattering, since at exactly ten o'clock you knocked out with a half-eaten back of chips in your lap, and Hinata soon followed suit after binging at least two more episodes of the series you insisted he starts watching.

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