#uh. i dunno what else to tag uhm.

[minceraftyuri]

[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

Olive

Summary: On your knees, open up and apologize!

Pairing: Karl Heisenberg x afab!Reader

Word Count: -2.2k

Content Warnings: Hardly Any Plot Just Smut 18+!, Misogyny-play (I dunno what else to call this, okay?), Oral (M Receiving), Karl Being A Little Shit About It, Deepthroating, Slight Choking, Subspace, Uhm…Sweat 😬, Bodily Fragrances, Body Worship, Humiliation/Praise, Manhandling, Karl Has A Dad Bod, Aftercare <3

A/N: Anne, this is all your fault and you know it! This is a little gift from yours truly <3

Tagging: @queer-crusader @ohlookapan @blueberrypancakesworld @somethingblu3

Me and my babe relax and catch the manic rhapsody

All reason flown as God looks on in abject apathy

A squall and all of me is a prayer in perfect piety

A moment's silence when my baby puts the mouth on me

- Moment's Silence By Hozier

For a split second, you halted, mouth already agape and the tip of your tongue ready to fire an entire tirade of complaints into the stuffy air of Karl's workshop. Unsuspecting, not even looking at you after you made a grand entrance barging through the door like that, Karl just sat there, soldering iron in his right and his nose scrunched up to keep his glasses from sliding down the bridge alongside some wayward droplets of sweat.

Your eyes darted at him, glaring with annoyance and frustration-fueled fury as they scanned his slightly hunched-down statue. He looked enragingly good with his shaggy hair tied into a low ponytail and his stupid, olive-green work overall pooling around his waist, giving way for you to ogle at his bare torso, skin glowing in an orange hue emitting from the embers of the furnace behind him, pale scar tissue forming a krass contrast all along his shoulders and chest.

You cleared your throat to remind yourself why you were here and to actually stay mad instead of letting your anger slide because of some silly pretty privilege.

“Huh?” Karl's eyes behind his glasses moved, inspecting curiously.

“All I do is clean up after you!”, It practically broke free from your throat in a strained groan, uncomfortably strong emotions bubbling in the pit of your stomach,

“I'm fucking sick of it, Karl. All I asked of you was to do the bed and put your damn dishes in the sink to help me out for once!”

“Uh-Huh.” Karl nodded briefly, not appearing moved by your frustration at all.

“Uh-Huh?! Karl.” It took every bit of composure to not just stomp your feet in a childish burst of anger.

“That's my name.” He mocked, his words stinging just like the white-hot tip of his soldering iron.

“Oh, fuck you!” That made him straighten up eventually.

“Excuse me?” Karl put his tool down before raising his glasses to lazily sit at the crown of his head.

“I said that you can go fuck yourself because you do fuck all to pull your weight with the chores. I'm trying to keep this place from turning into a trash dump!” You watched him intently, trying to decipher what was happening in this awfully stubborn head of his.

“Would you please say that to my face again, sweets?” The anger in your stomach dropped and rendered into a sharp jolt of embarrassment because you knew just fine that you were getting yourself onto fragile ice.

“Hm?” You tilted your head to the side and furrowed your brows into a questioning arch.

“Come here.”, Karl repeated himself swiftly, tapping his palm onto his thigh, “And say that to my face again.”

Regret kicked in almost immediately, growing into a nervous buzzing sensation with every step bringing you closer to your lover.

“There you go, I'm all ears.” Gray eyes beamed at you as you leaned your behind against the edge of the table.

“You don't help me with any of the chores.” You dropped your gaze and mumbled away meekly.

“That's not exactly what reached my ears a few minutes ago, now is it?” Karl crossed his arms in front of his chest, scarred forearms finding rest against curly, white hairs.

“I said you can go fuck yourself because I am angry with you. The bed still looks a mess and it wouldn't even take you 5 minutes.” Heat crept into your face because you knew all too well that you screwed up big time.

“Okay. Heard.”, Karl clicked his tongue before absentmindedly sucking his bottom lip between his teeth for a brief moment, “But what makes you think you're eligible to talk to me like that now, huh?”

“ ‘M sorry.” You felt like taking a step back but the table wouldn't let you.

“Alright, that doesn't really cut it, pumpkin. All that foul stuff leaving your mouth? Filthy, don't you think?” The way his voice had a rather peculiar edge to it made you look up again, your eyes being met with a sly grin that reached up to his eyes, laugh lines, and crow's feet wrinkling softly, pretty bastard.

“I don't appreciate you talking to me like that and I really believe you should make up for it, no?” A jolt of embarrassment went through your chest before the very same sensation went straight down amidst your legs.

The way Karl looked at you, eyes sparkling with twisted mischief, weirdly reassuring you that he heard you although you certainly overstepped a line here, rendered you weak in the knees. Like a teenager in love, serotonin and dopamine wreaking havoc and working overtime to soothe the pounding frustration from earlier.

As much as you tried to stay mad at him, you just couldn't, not when he played you so deliciously just like that, knowing full well that he had you wrapped around his finger with ease.

“Do you need me to shut you up or are you going to behave and do that by yourself?” Every word made you more self-aware about your face probably glowing with a double-edged sense of shame.

“I'm really sorry…” You repeated yourself under your breath, forcing your stunted body to move, to nonverbally admit to your failings and sink down to your knees whilst bashfully aware of your mouth watering, conditioned to do so just fine.

“There you go.” Karl cooed, teeth nipping at his bottom lip whilst his granite eyes watched your every move, pupils blowing in lust as they followed you working the buttons on his jumper.

He felt himself getting harder with every oh-so-innocent bat of your lashes, his pulse picking up significantly just like yours. You halted for a brief moment, inhaling deeply through your nose, breathing him in at his full intensity, pheromones hijacking your brain immediately.

“Too much to handle, pumpkin? Uh-oh, if that ain’t the consequences of your actions.” His snarky comment pushed heat into your face.

Karl was right, it was more of him that you were used to but you quickly came to find out that that wasn’t necessarily something bad. Instead, you embraced it, took it the way it was because you’d successfully gotten yourself into this situation. You didn’t deserve anything else right now and you accepted it.

“Fuck…” The Lord of Metal hissed under his breath as you shamelessly nuzzled your face into his crotch, the tip of your nose snugly nestled amongst curly, gray pubes and lips playfully nipping at his stiffening shaft.

It wasn’t even a matter of a whole minute until his entire length stood against your cheek, the tip of his cock soft to the touch but throbbing.

“I know you’re a whore but I never took you for the dirty, nasty kind.” He egged you on, only feeding into this rather new and rapidly forming fantasy that was taking all of you by storm.

You already enjoyed it plenty when he got out of his workshop in the evenings, cuddling himself into bed next to you with hints of oil, fire, and sweat clinging to him, rendered you feral in seconds, but this right here made you dizzy; cock-drunk without even having him inside you just yet. And although your lips found themselves busy with kissing and nibbling the lack of having your impertinent brat mouth stuffed turned you impatient. You wanted to drag it out, for his pleasure…and yours, however you nearly couldn’t manage, saliva pooling beneath your tongue.

“See? That’s exactly where you’re supposed to be instead of right in my face yappin’ about dirty dishes, sweets. Be thankful that I touch the dirty fucking dishes at all, bitch.” The nearly threatening shift in his tone sent you spiraling in the best way possible.

“ ‘M sorry…” You mouthed against the tuft of hair.

“Huh? What’s that?” In a firm smack, his palm found your cheek before the same hand clasped at you by the jaw, squishing your mouth in mockery and you nearly cried out in need for him to manhandle you like that.

“ ‘M SORRY, SIR.” You pressed from a squeezed mouth to the best of your abilities.

“Ah, that’s it. Now quit playing around.” Karl released your face from his grip with a little bit of momentum, making you sway in your position before leaning back in and wrapping your lips around his girth.

A wanton moan echoed around his cock because not only did Karl smell much more intense, he also tasted the part, effectively rendering you dumb with only one objective on your brain: serve.

“Freaking slut, enjoying yourself, huh?” He thrust his lap right into your face, your nose pressing against the soft curve of his belly pooch whilst he spearheaded along your tongue down into your throat.

The sudden jut of his hips made you gag around him, the root of your tongue contracting in tandem with your larynx, coaxing a pleased grunt from Karl’s lips. In a juxtaposed, twisted way your overwhelming discomfort brought a nearly unimaginable amount of pleasure, your love for consensual pain and humiliation nearly as large as the one you felt for Karl.

Your knees scratched over the concrete floor of his workshop as his fingers snaked along the back of your head, grabbing it by your hair in fistfuls to harshly guide your mouth to bop on his cock. An amalgamation of spittle and eager droplets of salty precum covered the inside of your mouth and squelched from the corners of your lips, dripping down into his lap.

“Sloppy bitch.”, Karl commented between quiet groans, half-lidded eyes watching you taking him whole with every jerk of your head, “Keep it together.”

Punishment followed immediately, Karl’s other hand darting to pinch your nose shut.

“Uh, no, no, no.”, The Lord shushed upon you starting to gag and slightly panic instantly, “I gotchu, be good.”

You suppressed the intrinsic instinct to breathe, nose incapacitated and your esophagus gagged with Karl’s pulsing girth, tongue pressed right against the bottom of his cock, involuntarily caressing the thick vein that prodded along your tastebuds.

Don’t gag, don’t gag, don’t -

Tears threatened to spill over your lower lash line, the watery blur glazing over your sight, lungs pulling and tearing inwards in a gradually worsening need for fresh oxygen.

“Just a little more, fuck- so tight…” Karl groaned, pointy canines digging into the tender flesh of his bottom lip, scratching over and slightly through the skin.

Not being able to breathe turned increasingly painful, your ribcage being set ablaze by an itch you simply couldn’t scratch right now.

“There, there, good fucking girl.” The words rumbled through his chest accompanied by a final forcefully maneuvered jerk of your head.

Little black patches danced over your retina and you felt dangerously lightheaded as the first thick ropes of cum gushed down your throat and for a split second your body nearly spasms in such panic that you almost bit his twitching dick right off. Instead, Karl released the tip of your nose from his pinching clasp and your jaw went slack, joints aching in overuse, and yet you obediently swallowed, took it all down to the very last bit, saliva, tears, and mucus gathering at your chin whilst you breathed yourself through it.

However absurd it would’ve sounded to explain it to someone who’d never been in your shoes just like that, finishing your task sparked a sense of pride to bloom in your chest.

“So good, so perfect, come’ere.” Karl pulled himself out of you, leaving you pleasantly sore whilst you catch your breath, your body still feeling wobbly and overly sensitive.

He held you by both wrists as he helped you get up before pulling your slightly shaking form onto his lap, his lips leaving a wash of kisses all across your heated face the very second you sat down.

“You okay, hun?” You nodded in response, weak arms wrapping around his shoulders to find more purchase.

“Was a bit rough, no? I know.”, Karl started wiping the tears from under your eyes with his thumbs, both palms encasing your face tenderly, “I’m sorry, got a bit carried away.”

You couldn’t be angry at him for it had felt too good and you knew that he would never seriously hurt you on purpose.

“Issok.” Your voice was but a breathy little whisper.

“Sure? How ‘bout I make it up to you?”, Karl started grinning as the spark of an idea flickered behind the pale gray in his eyes, “How about I move my partially lazy ass into the kitchen, do the dishes, meanwhile, you’re free to enjoy a nice hot bath I’ll pour you and afterward I’ll take good care of you, hm? I better have my jaw sore by the end of the day too, only fair.”

The lightly damp tip of his nose gently nudged against yours, his wicked smile contagious enough to catch on to you.

[vancehopperenthusiast]

Pure Kisses. || Pt. 2 || Vance hopper.

Summary: After Vance hears you talking about your “massive” crush on him, he “asks” you on a date.

Note: OMG IM SO HAPPY ABT THE SUPPORT PART ONE GOT THANK YOU GUYS SM 🫶🏽🫶🏽 I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THISS I DIDNT EDIT IT SO FORGIVE ME FOR SPELLING ERRORS ETC.

Tags: slushies 🤭, making out, cool mom but not the Regina mom cool, you’ll see, purple tongues 🤗, diner date, rain

Warnings: just cursing i think! Lmk if there’s more!!

“We can talk about the date we have Friday night.” Those words replayed in your head all week. It was all your brain allowed you to think about! Once friday finally rolled around, you were a nervous wreck.

“No fucking way I gotta cancel” you whine to your friend.

“You can’t! Do you know how excited you were when he first asked you out? You wouldn’t stop talking about it!”

“I’m just.. nervous I dunno” you sighed, sitting down on your bed.

“Let’s just get you ready, the date is in less than an hour” Carly spoke up, “yeah okay sure.”

You got up, taking a deep breath.

Vance on the other hand, was perhaps more nervous than you.

“No! I mean no fucking way can I do this, shes just gonna- despise me!” He looked at himself in the mirror, he had been getting ready since school let out. The amount of clothes on his floor was absurd he had tried on every outfit in his closet.

“This is fine.” He uttered, walking downstairs to the front door. “Later mom, I’ll be back soon”

“Bye vancey!” His mothers voice strung through the house.

———————————

“Okay you ready?” Carly asked, you nodded shyly. She grabbed your hand and walked you outside.

“D’ya need me to walk you there?” She questioned, almost sarcastically. You scoffed and nodded

“I’m fine, I’ll see you after?” You wondered, Carly shook her head yes, and walked out as well, walking the direction towards your house as you walked the opposite to the diner.

Once you reached your destination, Vance was already there.

“Sorry for making you wait” you said breathily, “i tried to hurry”

“Oh no its okay! I don’t live far, uh should we?” He jested towards the door, you stumbled with your words before whispering an embarrassed “yeah.”

He chuckled as he grabbed your hand, opening the door for you, you smiled, feeling your face heat up.

You two sat down in the practicality empty diner. A waitress walked up to you, chewing gum noisily, “so what can I get ya today” she asked looking between Vance and you.

“A red slushy, and a cheeseburger” he spoke first, allowing you to gather yourself, you looked at the waiter, “a Blue slushy, and uhm a f/f is fine”

“Alright that’ll be out for you in a minute!” She strutted off.

“What made you want a blue slushy?” Vance asked.

“No comment” you giggled, looking around. There was a fog outside, making the glass wet. There was posters of food the diner sold, some people laughing one one too.

“Here you go, you two have a nice night” the waitresses said before placing your guy’s food down and walking away.

The rain started to pour down outside quickly, you looked at vance who was already looking at you, causing you to chuckle.

“Take a picture it’ll last longer” you winked at him playfully, he rolled his eyes

“Shut the fuck up” he laughed, taking a drink out of his slushy.

“Well we can’t walk to the bowling alley now that it’s fucking pouring down to hell” he grumbled angrily

“Pouring down to hell? I’m not sure that’s a phrase, but don’t get your panties in a twist we can just go back to yours for an hour or so you said you didn’t live far right?”

His eyes lit up, you remembered that small fact about him, no one else would have remembered that, especially if this was the first time they had talked.

He coughed trying to regain his composure, “yeah- yeah okay sure yeah that works.” He did not regain said composure

A small laugh came from you, you grabbed his hand which was across the table, he was sweaty which confused you, “you’d think I’d be the nervous one”

“Why’s that?” His entire face was beat red

“I dunno i mean, I’ve had a crush on you for the longest time”

“Oh yeah, totally” he sat up straight, looking around awkwardly, you rose a brow.

“Explain?” You questioned, he sighed looking down at the table, you took a drink out of your slushy while you waited.

“Imeani’vejustlikedyousincesixthgrade” he muttered, you sighed giggling.

“Speak up for me?”

“I, have I guess liked you since sixth fucking grade or something! You fuckin’ happy now?” He huffed.

“Very.” You smiled, slapping a twenty on the table and walking towards the door, Vance following you like a lost puppy, nearly tripping over his own two feet like a lost puppy

God you make him act like a fool.

———————

“Sorry it rained on our date” he begged for your forgiveness, hanging his coat on the rack before taking yours.

“No worries” you kissed his cheek reassuringly, he could’ve fucking- exploded into a billion pieces right then and there.

“vancey is that you?” His moms voice sang, he turned red, “mom, stop with the nickname.” He said through gritted teeth.

“Oh you must be y/n! You’re very famous around these parts” she laughed, “boy! He never stops talking about ya!”

“Mom shut up!” He whined, you turned around, “nono let her continue, i wanna know” you smiled

“Nope we’re leaving to my room! Bye mama” he grabbed your hand pulling you up the steps to his room

You stumbled along the way, laughing the whole time.

Once you finally reached his room, you quickly began looking around, “sorry for the mess- i wasn’t anticipating you to actually come over” he tried picking up and hiding some messes.

“No worries” you said taking your shoes off and sitting on the edge of his bed.

He did the same, but instead of sitting on the edge he laid down in the center, stretching out.

You looked over to him, he waved you over causing a most familiar heat to rise to your face. You crawled over to him, god this was embarrassing, as you laid on is chest, you sat and looked up at the celling.

“Hey y/n,”

You looked up at him.

“I think you’ve got something on your face” he pointed.

“What where?” You began patting at your face.

“Riiiiighttt-“ he began, leaning in slightly.

He looked at you for a second, his eyes moving frantically on your face for any recognition of disgust or anything like it.

When he saw none, he kissed you. Now some people might describe vance as violent, jerk wad, who could care less about the well-being of others, maybe some of that was true, but his kisses were, soft and gentle, passionate and filled with pure love. At least that’s the best way to describe it.

Your eyes fluttered closed as you relaxed into the kiss, man how many times had you dreamed about this? Sure yes it was a lot and sure yes it was weird and sure yes you’re taking it to your grave and sure yes no one will ever know but

good god.

He was a much better kisser than you could imagine. He snaked his arms around your waist, once again pulling you impossibly closer.

You sighed into the kiss before tangling your hands in his hair, tugging on it.

The kiss probably would’ve lasted longer, and it almost did until— “Vancey dear, what do you want from the sto-“

You and Vance’s eyes snapped open, pulling away quickly, you shoved yourself to the end of the bed. Facing his mom shamefully.

“Uh- Get out!” He gasped, scooting further away.

“You kids,” she cracked up before continuing, “d’ya want anything from the store?”

“No mom just get out!!” He repeated, she nodded gleefully and shut the door.

“Sorry about that” he spoke as you turned to face him.

“It’s okay, really.” The bed creaked as you scooted up next to him, lying your head on the head board.

“God that was embarrassing.” He put his head in his hand. You simply laughed, laying your head on his shoulder.

He turned to face you, “I’m still so sorry, I mean- first it rains, and then my mom- nothing seems to’ve worked out today.” He groaned

“We did didn’t we?” You tilted your head to the side.

“Yeah, yeah we did.” His cheeks were pink and his eyes were bright, his face was relaxed, it was state vance would never let the school see.

“You’re such a softy” you punched his arm, he shook his head.

“Hey wait— open your mouth” he directed

You confusedly, did as he told, for a while it was silent, the only thing that could be heard was the fan in the background.

A toothy grin was on his face before he absolutely lost it, he gripped his stomach, hunching over slightly, laughing like a maniac.

“I’m so confused”

He laughed for another three minutes before he stopped to wipe his tears and catch his breath.

“Well what is it?”

“Your fucking tongue is purple.”

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[ratcandy]

Strange question, but- Do you think AHIT fandom has changed a lot?

Oh, worm! M. Having only been active in the fandom for a little less than a year, I'm not sure how much I can speak on how it has changed. I'm sure if I'd been around with the release of AHIT and followed it up til now, there's be a sigificant difference nowadays than there was back then. 'Cause. Honestly. The only thing I can say I've noticed over the course of Me Being Around is how the fandom strays further and further away from any semblance of canon with every passing day. Like, 90% of what I see now when I go through the AHIT tag is AU art. Which is certainly not a bad thing - I'm not complaining in the slightest!! But it does make me curious what the community will be like another year from now. Especially given GFB doesn't make any more updates, and/or the Creator DLC goes full swing in allowing modders to go crazy. I wonder what all everyone will consider canon? Or what everyone will choose to ignore? Or expand on? Many possibilities there

I mean . I was here when Vanessa's Curse dropped. And. Hm. Well. It was after VC dropped that I started getting more irritated by common, uh... characterizations of Vanessa, so perhaps that inadvertently did do a little something unsavory to the fandom in my eyes, but . I dunno PFF

Aside from that all I've really noticed was a (seemingly sudden?) increase in self-shippers at some point. Which I'm just surprised there wasn't more of when I got here already SDKJGH

But, uhm! Yeah! I don't know really what else to add!

[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

➖ Mature content, 18+ ➖ check the trigger tags each time ➖      

Chapter 38 - Your eggs are the best.

Episode 4. *They didn't speak the rest of the drive, but it wasn't uncomfortable per say, since the drive was nothing than a couple minutes, and as Adrian parked the car outside, he suddenly felt as if he didn't want them to part just yet* Dalton: Well, thank you for the ride *he smiled softly* I appreciate that. Adrian: You're welcome *he said with a soft somewhat forced smile* Dalton: Do you uh...*he looked a bit hesitating at Adrian* Adrian: .... Dalton: .... wanna come in? I could show you my studio... Adrian: Yes! I'd love that! *he cringed at himself as soon as the words flew out his mouth* Dalton: *He chuckled surprised* If I had known you'd be THAT into it, I would have invited you sooner- oh, there's Andy *he nodded in a direction down the street* yeah, we're supposed to work on a song together today, or multiple, depending on how much material we manage to gather Adrian: *He frowned soft* Dalton: Let's go? Adrian: You know what? I think uhm... yeah... you two should just work today, I'll uh, I'll head home again, I have lots of stuff to take care of around the house, and I don't want to be in the way when the two of you have to work, so perhaps some other time....

Dalton: .... *he observed the change of tone in Adrian's voice, his changed body language. He looked defeated, he sounded... was that jealousy?*......... you wouldn't *he said, smiling softly as he placed a hand on top of Adrian's, holding the gearshift, giving it a soft squeeze* be in the way...

Adrian: ...... *his heart immediately starting to beat faster, louder, so loud he could hear it in his head. But he said nothing. He was terrified if he would open his mouth just the slightest, 'kiss me' would be the only thing to come out of it. So instead he sighed softly and nodded*

Dalton: ....... *he hesitated a moment to see if Adrian would change his mind, trying to relax him with his hand on top of his. But as Adrian didn't speak, and Andy was just about to reach the car, he let go of Adrian and got out of the car* Well, if you change your mind, you know where to find me *he smiled*

Adrian: *He nodded lightly, but wasn't quite sure what Dalton was referring to? The hand-holding or the studio tour?*

Andy: Hey you two? *he sounded somewhat insecure and hesitating as he spoke to the two of them, studying them closely* What's going on?

Dalton: Oh *he smiled friendly as he turned to face Andy* Adrian gave me a ride home, that's all.

Andy: *He looked a bit suspicious at Adrian* You alright?

Adrian: Yeah *he mumbled softly and quickly lit a cig*

Andy: Owkaaaay *he forced a soft chuckle, looking slightly out of place as he kept observing the two of them*

Adrian: .......

Dalton: .... well I guess we better head in then *he forced a smile at both of them, clearly picking up on the awkward vibes* Thank you for the lift and the eggs and everything else *he smiled more genuine this time as he looked at Adrian* I'll see you

Adrian: *He nodded confirming and leaned over, grabbing his car door, slamming it shut, then nodded another time at the both of them and turned his car back out on the road, quickly disappearing around a corner, sighing heavily of relieve, then groaned as he realized he had just served the cold shoulder to Andy* .... crap!

Andy: *He frowned softly as they walked the stairs to Dalton's studio* What was that about?

Dalton: What? *he looked at Andy questioning and opened the door to the studio, quickly stepping in*

Andy: Did something happen between the two of you?

Dalton: Like what?

Andy: I dunno? *he shrugged lightly, trying his best to brush off his growing jealousy* it just seemed weird? He barely even spoke to me, and drove off without even saying anything... I mean sure he's not the most chatty person *he forced a hoarse chuckle* But honestly that was too little communication, even for him.

Dalton: *He shrugged lightly* No... I mean, I asked him if he wanted to come have a look at the studio, but he didn't want to be in the way of our work, and said he had stuff to do around the house...

Andy: *He gently scratched his mohawk* Mkay...

Dalton: *He chuckled lightly* I'll get some coffee going...

Andy: *He nodded slowly* Yeah... cool, cool...

*A long productive work day turned into a long productive work evening, turned into dinner, beers, more work, more beers, and it wasn't till around midnight before Andy headed home. Dalton had the intention to finish a few last touches on part of their work, but suddenly the work led him down a darker path. It soon enough sent him tumbling down a rabbits hole, and before he knew it, some dark and painful thoughts had grown so heavy on his shoulders, that he could no longer stand being in his own body, and he rushed out of the studio, gasping for air as he reached the street. He looked around, he needed support! Someone to calm him down! His mind and heart racing. He felt absolutely terrified, overwhelmed, but mostly, mostly he felt like this was the end! He looked at the house, he could go inside, Malou would be there, but just the thought made him gasp even more. It was somehow too much! Not her, no, she seemed like a safe ground, but to reach her... to reach her he had to go back inside. He couldn't go back inside. He just couldn't. He looked down the road in the direction of Andy's house. No, it felt wrong too. So he started walking. And walking turned to running. Running from everything that had felt as if it was going to end him*

*Across town at Blackwood Salvage*

Adrian: I don't know whether he's flirting with me or if he's just flirtatious in general... you know, some people just have a very flirtatious energy... Aura.... way of communicating... *He sighed deep* whatever you wanna call it... like a flirty spark in their eyes... without actually full on flirting... am I making sense?

Raven: *He nodded softly* Yes, I know what you mean *he forced a soft smile, sitting next to him on the couch*

Adrian: *He sighed deep*

Raven: *He sighed soft and gently stroke Adrian's arm* you know, I can't fully answer you this question, only one person can. But I think the most important question here is, can you handle the answer, or rather, are you prepared for it?

Adrian: ..... if he's my mate, the answer should be yes, and even if he isn't deliberately flirting, shouldn't poking the mate bond make it wake up and become stronger?

Raven: Most likely, yes...

Adrian: But if he's not, and if he's uninterested... then what will the outcome be?

Raven: *he nodded lightly*

Adrian: Furthermore... IF he is interested, whether we're mated or not... I could potentially come between Malou and him... Or Andy and him...

Raven: Or both...

Adrian: *He sighed deep and grunted as he took a sip of his beer* not to mention you...

Raven: .... I told you not to worry about me. I'm interested in him, yes, but I'm not interested in starting something new at the moment, I already have you as my newest love interest, and I barely know what to do with that...

Adrian: *He frowned deeply* You mean, I barely know what to do with that, so you are put on hold

Raven: *He sighed soft* Adrian..

Adrian: I know I suck alright?

Raven: I don't think you suck at all *he forced a soft smile* I get it's a lot to take in for you, me being a demon and all...and just because I have all these deep romantic feelings for you, doesn't mean I ever expect the same in return. I've told you that many times already, just as I have tried to assure you I'd be more than okay if nothing ever evolves between us, and you decide to go with Dalton or anyone else instead... I fully mean it when I say I want nothing but for you to be happy.

Adrian: *He sighed deeply and sipped his beer* I'm falling for the both of you, Raven... not just him... but I simply don't know what to do with it all.... it's frankly quite overwhelming *he sighed soft and grabbed Raven's hand* and I guess I worryI might lose out on you, if I get too distracted by Dalton...

Raven: *He chuckled surprised and squeezed Adrian's hand gently, speaking in a warm, loving tone* I'm not going anywhere... I promise... take all the time you need. I mean it.

Adrian: *He sighed soft as a gentle smile spread on his lips... then a moment later looked more serious again* about the wedding. I'm fully aware both Sam and Andy already more or less knows, but can we just stay out of the spotlight, please? I'm already pretty overwhelmed with it all.. having to have everyone else poking their noses in my business at the same time-

Raven: *He nodded lightly* No need for anyone else to know. I agree.

Adrian: Thank you *he smiled soft* for you know.. being understanding... patient...

Raven: *He smiled lovingly* Don't worry about it *he slowly leaned in, planting a tender kiss on Adrian's lips* How about you drink the rest of your beer, and we go upstairs? You still owe me for last night *he chuckled teasingly*

Adrian: Mmh *he bit his bottom lip gently* Is the Dalton rol-eplay still on the table? *of course just joking, when suddenly he heard his garden gate slam, turning his head surprised*

Raven: Andy?

Adrian: *He shook his head lightly* I didn't hear the car...

Raven: Should I?

Adrian: *And then he caught the scent, quickly getting up, planting his beer on the table* No, it's Dalton, he's scared. *He quickly rushed to the front door, getting his boots on, rushing out into the snow, instantly spotting Dalton, still standing by the gate, bend forwards, panting for air. He quickly ran to him, stopping just half a meter in front of the man* Are you alright?

Dalton: *Panting loudly for air, shaking his head* I ran here...

Adrian: *He frowned questioning* You ran all the way?

Dalton: Yeah *he nodded quick*

Adrian: *He now noticed Dalton wasn't even wearing a jacket* Where's your jacket?

Dalton: I don't know? Home? *he forced a soft chuckle between the panting*

Adrian: Are you even wearing boots?

Dalton: *He couldn't help but laugh and finally straightened up* I think so?

Adrian: *He gazed into Dalton's eyes, they were sad, tormented* What's going on?

Dalton: *He shook his head, his whole body language tense and stressed as he started rubbing his hands together* I don't know? I just suddenly felt...... panic!..... and then I started running....

Adrian: ......... here

Dalton: Yeah... I don't know why... and I know it's late and all, and I probably shouldn't even be here but your house was the only place that didn't seem overwhelming in some sort of scale... *he gasped for air* I guess it's all the rust

Adrian: *He smiled softly, appreciating the joke, not fully knowing what to do with himself*

Raven: Give him a hug *he whispered softly in Adrian's ear* I'll leave you two alone.

Adrian: *He nodded softly as he felt Raven's lips kiss the back of his neck, then heard the well-known swoosh of Raven leaving. He took a soft breath, and slowly stepped closer, wrapping his arms around Dalton in a tight hug*

Dalton: *A relieved sigh escaped him, and his arms instantly wrapped around Adrian as well, his fingers digging into his back*

*They stood like that for quite a while before anyone dared to make a move or speak*

Adrian: You're cold *he spoke in a lowered but soft voice* .... you're shivering. *He gently stroke Dalton's back* Let's get you inside. The fireplace is going.

Dalton: *He nodded soft and sighed deep, before he slowly stepped away from Adrian, sniffling his nose lightly*

Adrian: Are you-

Dalton: My nose is just running, I'm okay...

Adrian: *He looked a bit suspicious at Dalton, but didn't object* Come with me... *he nodded towards his house*

Dalton: *He quietly followed Adrian into his house, kicking off his boots, just to find that his socks were soaking wet*

Adrian: Jesus! You're going to get a cold!

Dalton: *Shivering so much that his teeth started clapping*

Adrian: *He shook his head lightly and hurried towards the ladder* Take off your wet clothes, I'll bring you some of mine you can borrow! *He quickly climbed the ladder and disappeared into the bedroom*

Dalton: *He gasped lightly from the cold, and slowly started peeling off his wet socks, then his pants, but as he was trying to get his shirt off, he sorta got stuck, grunting dissatisfied as Adrian stepped down on the living room floor again* I need help! It's stuck! *he chuckled lightly and shrugged* I don't have the strength to fight with it, I'm shivering too much!

Adrian: *He swallowed a bit of extra saliva, and quickly walked to Dalton* I didn't bring you pants, I thought they were okay?

Dalton: *He shook his head lightly*

Adrian: Let me

Dalton: It's okay *he shivered* I can just crawl under a blanket...

Adrian: *He nodded soft and placed the clothes he had picked up on a chair next to them* Arms up...

Dalton: *He chuckled soft and did as he was told*

Adrian: *He gently grabbed the bottom of Dalton's shirt, and slowly peeled it over his head, standing in front of an almost naked Dalton* I uh....mh.... just going to hang this over here *he pointed at a clothes hanger in a corner of his living room* There's heat in the floor, so it will be warm by uh... yeah... *he cleared his throat and quickly picked up the wet clothes from the floor, hurrying towards the hanger*

Dalton: *He quickly grabbed the clothes Adrian had placed on the chair and got it on, a thick hoodie and thick knitted socks*

Adrian: Is the clothes okay?

Dalton: Yeah *he smiled softly, still shivering*

Adrian: *He nodded at the couch* Get under a blanket please, I'll bring you something to warm yourself on.

Dalton: Thank you *he forced a slightly wider smile, then quickly headed for the couch, instantly laying down, slipping under the blanket*

Adrian: *He quickly boiled some water for tea, making a big mug for Dalton, then joined him on the couch, placing the mug close to Dalton on the table* Make yourself at home please... if you need anything, feel free to roam around the kitchen. If you need to go to the bathroom, there's heat in the floor over there as well, so you really don't need pants, however, you need boots, so feel free to grab mine, they might not be your size, but they are dry and probably good enough for the short trip

Dalton: *He nodded softly*

Adrian: I'm heading to bed so you have some privacy, but if you need anything, feel free to call, I probably wont sleep for the next hour, and will most likely just watch some Netflix or something like that...

Dalton: *He nodded again* Thank you for the tea.. and the couch.. again...

Adrian: *He smiled softly* It's nothing to thank me for...

Dalton: *He sighed deep and suddenly looked more than defeated*

Adrian: ........ are you okay?

Dalton: *He shook his head lightly* I know you're not the most talkative person.... but...

Adrian: If you want to talk, I can listen *he quickly sat down on the couch*

Dalton: .... no... actually... I was thinking if you'd stay and watch Netflix with me... I don't really feel like talking either, and of course if you're tired you don't have to but, I guess... what I'm trying to say is, I don't really want to be alone right now... and I guess I ran here for a reason...... *he sighed soft* I'd like your company if-

Adrian: Yeah, I'll stay, sure *he smiled warmly, his heart beating fast from Dalton's words. And just as he felt a warmth spread in his cheeks, he quickly grabbed the remote control and turned on the tv* Anything particular you wanna watch?

*About 10 minutes later, they were both cuddled up on the couch, laying down, Dalton in one end, Adrian in the other, watching some random 'Top 10' movie Adrian had put on.*

Adrian: Are you okay? *He suddenly asked in a soft caring voice* I mean, are you comfortable? Getting warmer?

Dalton: Yeah *he smiled soft and sighed* my feet hurt.

Adrian: Well you did run across town *he smiled softly and without much hesitation grabbed Dalton's feet under the blanket they were by now sharing* Are they still cold?

Dalton: A bit...

Adrian: And you?

Dalton: A bit...

Adrian: Should I put more logs on the fire?

Dalton: No,it's plenty warm in here... it's more of a cold in the core... sorta thing...

Adrian: *Without noticing he slowly started massaging Dalton's feet*

Dalton: Mmhh *he moaned soft and melted further into the couch*

Adrian: *Noticing what he had done and paused* Should I stop?

Dalton: Oh gawd no! *he chuckled lightly*

Adrian: *He smiled somewhat hopeful, and gently started massaging Dalton's feet again*

Dalton: *He moaned relieved* you have no idea how good that feels.

Adrian: *A soft smile tucking at his lips, it felt nice, being a bit closer to Dalton, being able to provide him with some sort of relief, but the question was still present in the back of his mind. What had set Dalton off? Why had he ended up running across town in a panic attack, and why had he ended up at Adrian's?*

Dalton: What? *he asked in a deep relaxed voice a few minutes later, and chuckled* you have this weird look on your face?

Adrian: ......... I was wondering, but I don't want to spoil the mood....

Dalton: *He shrugged lightly* I'm completely melting into the couch *he chuckled amused* I don't think you could upset me, even if you tried.... tell me

Adrian: *He sighed soft, and kept massaging Dalton's feet, in hopes he really would stay relaxed, and he wouldn't get triggered* I was wondering... why.... why did you get a panic attack? Why did you run across town, and why did you end up here?

Dalton: .... I already told you... your house seemed to be the only place I could imagine myself in... I don't know how to better explain it? I wanted to be close to Malou, cause she has become a sort of safety net for me, but going inside my house felt so overwhelming, and for some reason I just couldn't stand the thought of it. I suppose it simply had something to do with being cooped up in the studio, working hard, I suddenly felt like I couldn't breathe. Then I thought of Andy, but going to his place, I'd have to at the very least be polite to a couple strangers, saying hello and so on, maybe they invite me for tea or coffee.... *he sighed soft, clearly starting to get tense and uncomfortable* And then you came to mind. I assumed you'd be home alone, if not, well it would be Raven.... not potentially a bunch of people... Your house seemed like a place I could breathe... so I just started running.... I felt like..... *he pondered a bit* like I just needed to escape, and get here as fast as possible... like I couldn't fully breathe till.... *he shrugged lightly* Till I reached you, I suppose? *He sighed softly* And about the panic attack... well... I guess it just finally sunk completely in, that I'm single.... I have no one.... I need someone... but I'm so lonely... afraid of starting something new.... afraid to let someone new in.... even though I so desperately need it.... so I keep fighting it off, even if I do meet people I see potential in.... I don't know what would be best? I'm very much a person who needs intimacy and the feeling of safety a long-term relationship comes with.... I need lots of love and care to feel like I am thriving.... *he sighed deep* and I haven't had that for a very long time already.... waiting longer seems like my soul is crumbling.... yet, I'm scared to fully commit to someone new and open my heart again. So I keep pushing it away.... which only results in me getting more and more sad and lonely, to the point where my body aches for closeness of any sort. *His eyes turning sad and distant* I no longer know what to do, or what would be the best for me? I feel so incredibly lost.... scared.... alone.....

Adrian: .......... *He wanted so badly to reach out and pull Dalton closer, so he could embrace him. Whether it would lead to something romantic or not, wasn't what mattered the most. His only priority in this moment, was to give Dalton all the comfort and warmth he was so desperately needing. He sighed soft and let his hands run up Dalton's legs, stroking his lower legs firmly, but quickly noticed they were very cold* You're still cold *he said with a soft concerned frown and sat up, letting go of Dalton's legs*

Dalton: It's fine..

Adrian: I don't want you to get sick on top of everything else... that's not going to help anything... did you drink your tea?

Dalton: Most of it *he sighed*

Adrian: *He quickly stood up and walked to the fireplace, throwing a large log on the fire. Then turned and observed Dalton for a moment, contemplating what to do next to get him heated up. Well, his first thought was definitely out of the question! He frowned lightly by the thought, quickly pushing it out of his head again... however, there were some truth to it... body contact! That way Dalton's body could soak up some of Adrian's heat. He hesitated for just a moment, then with a short sigh unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, and quickly got them off, returning to the couch, where he quickly laid down again, instantly feeling Dalton's cold legs against his own* Is this okay? I figured body contact might be able to heat you up faster...

Dalton: *He forced a soft smile* You're very warm....

Adrian: Yeah.... and you're very cold.

Dalton: *He forced another smile*

Adrian: Is this making you uncomfortable? Cause that wasn't my intention at all...

Dalton: No... it's not *he smiled more genuine this time* at all.

Adrian: Good, all I want to do is help.... do you need more tea, or anything else?

Dalton: No *he shook his head lightly* thank you.

Adrian: ........ *soft smile*

Dalton: *Soft smile back*

Adrian: *He hesitated just a moment, then grabbed Dalton's feet again, returning to gently massaging them*

Dalton: *A soft relieved moan escaping him again*

Adrian: *About 10 minutes of foot massage later, he noticed Dalton didn't seem cold any longer* You seem warmer now....

Dalton: Yeah *he nodded soft, looking at Adrian through tired eyes* Will you stay here though?... please?

Adrian: *He nodded soft and gave Dalton's feet a gentle squeeze* Of course. Anything you need.

Dalton: *A somewhat cheeky smile spreading on his lips, a soft chuckle escaping him*

Adrian: ...... *heart beating faster again* ..... what?

Dalton: *He shook his head lightly* No, nothing.

Adrian: *As much as he longed to know what was on Dalton's mind, at the very least for the hope that Dalton's mind maybe wouldn't be too far away from his own, he decided it was probably for the best not to ask again. There was still someone waiting at home for Dalton.*

[venting-sideblog]

Helloooo. Welcome to my side blog where I vent because I need to do that sometimes.

I don't know what to type as an intro. This is a vent blog, so it's obviously gonna be triggering and talk about stuff like that. If that stuff isn't for you, I recommend clicking off.

Please don't DM me asking to be friends /lh I'm not...I guess I'm not really equipped to handle making more online friends right now. Or atleast very close ones. I can probably handle casual conversations though. Hopefully.

I don't really wanna make a long DNI list of everyone I don't want interacting, so uh- just don't interact if you are going to discriminate based on gender, orientation, race, religion, age, or anything like that...that sounds like a good list to avoid.

I'm okay with any blog or person besides that interacting though.

Also, just to make myself clear, I do support paraphiles who are non-contact and recovering paraphiles, and they are free to interact. I, myself, am a non-contact, recovering paraphile.

I'll use tags as a way to put trigger warnings on my posts, so feel free to ask me to tag anything at all.

I am neurodivergent. I have diagnosed ADHD, and some other suspected neurodivergencies, but I only feel comfortable saying I have ADHD for now.

I use tone tags a lot, as I have a very difficult time understanding and communicating my tone in conversations.

I don't know why I'm doing the big spaces in between each line. It helps me organize my thoughts better, I guess.

I use all pronouns, including neopronouns. Everything is alright for me. I also don't really have a preferred honorific...and I guess you can just make up a random nickname for me if you want to call me a name or anything. I don't mind.

...uh...I dunno what else to put. :/

...I am sleepy.

That's it I guess. Uhm.

Okay, bye. Have a nice night, you wacky li'l forest cryptids /pos /aff

[kageyuji]

asking him how to confess to your crush (him)

⤷ oikawa, suna, bokuto, iwaizumi ; [gn!reader]

TAGS: fluff/crack if you squint, confessions

NOTES: please reblog or i’ll cry

━━ OIKAWA

you can’t miss the momentary look of sadness, but he quickly hides it with a cocky smile

he tells you the cheesiest possible way to confess to someone. he doesn’t even know if it’ll work on not

(he actually hopes it doesn’t, but he can’t just be an asshole and tell you something that clearly won’t work)

but once he realizes that he is the person you like, his mind jumps to several different places all at once

he’s happy but also he can’t properly form words, please bear with him </3

“Oikawa?”

He hummed a response to you, ghost of a smile on his lips. He always liked the way you said his name, even if it was just his family name.

“I have a favor... so there’s this guy that I like, and I wasn’t sure how to tell him. Do you think you could give me ideas?”

You don’t miss the pout on his lips, the way his eyebrows furrow, the hurt in his eyes. If one were to blink, they wouldn’t have missed it. He smiled and laughed, quickly trying to hide how much his heart ached.

People — in reality, only makki and mattsun — had asked you if you had feelings for someone. But you never gave them an answer, just a flustered smile and a shrug.

“Uhm... I don’t know, depends on the person. You can get a bouquet or something, and chocolates maybe?”

A smile lit up your face. He had looked so pained to say it; his nose was wrinkled up a little, one hand at the back of his neck, eyes looking anywhere but you.

“Oh, yeah! That sounds sweet, he might like that. Should I ask him what his favorite flowers are?”

“Yeah.” His heart sunk impossibly lower.

“Got it. So, what are your favorite flowers?”

He looked up from where he’d taken a sudden interest in the floor, looking around for someone else. But no one seemed to be engaging in a conversation with you — actually, he realized it was only you and him in the room.

“No, I meant ask this guy that you like.”

“I just did.”

He doesn’t say anything at first, eyes wide and lips parted. There’s something in his eyes that you can’t quite read. Shock, or was in confusion? There was also an undertone of hurt, like he couldn’t tell if this was some sick joke or not.

“You mean... me? I’m the- you have feelings for me?”

Your heart fell then — of course you’d been nervous to tell him. But with the constant flirting, you were beginning to think that maybe it wasn’t just harmless and playful anymore. That maybe even if it was still done playfully, there was truth behind those words, behind the smiles and the winks he sent you.

“If you don’t feel the same way, it’s fine, I just-”

“No, no, that’s not what I meant. I was just a little surprised is all. I feel the same way, and you’re great, really, I just figured I wasn’t your type.”

“But you are.” You said, heating rising in your cheeks. Nothing could mask the smile he wore, even if he was trying not fight it.

“And you are my type. Guess we’re both lucky, hm?”

━━ SUNA

he is determined not to let you notice how his heart stopped in his chest

he still holds the same disinterested, bored look on his face as always, although he’s unaware you could see right through him

refuses to give you advice on how to go about confessing

in fact, the last thing he wants to do is be around you — he knows you were never his, so he can’t be upset, but it still turns his stomach

tell him before he can find an excuse to leave, or else your confession will be a lot more painstaking due to him dodging any interaction with you

“So uh... if you were to confess to someone you like, how do you think you would do it?” Your voice sounded so sweet, so genuine.

“Why? You have a little crush on somethin’?” He laughed.

“Yeah, actually.”

Oh.

You don’t miss the way his nose scrunches and the look in his eyes. He’s looking at the floor with narrowed eyes, almost as though the floor was the cause of his jealousy.

Well, not his jealousy — he wasn’t jealous, was he?

“Hm,” He hums, and you find him putting back on the same incurious face that he always wore. “I don’t know, elaborate confessions are pointless. Just tell the person how you feel. If they really like you, they won’t turn you aware for being simple.”

“Ah, that’s true.” You smile, though it’s fueled with nervousness. “So, one more thing I gotta say then.”

“Make it quick, I’ve to be somewhere soon.” Suna hates the bitter taste in his mouth.

He knows he shouldn’t care, after all he’s never worked up the courage to spill his heart to you, so he doesn’t have a right to feel like something is being torn — no, stolen — away from him.

“Right. You said simple, so... I like you, and I think you’re really sweet. And you’re funny and you’re so caring, even though you would never admit that. Um, I hope that was boiled down enough for you.”

“You’re kidding right?”

The tone in his voice is almost accusatory, although he doesn’t mean it to be, he just genuinely doesn’t believe you. When had you ever shown interest in him? Not that he was complaining.

“No. But it’s fine if you d-”

“I never said that. If you mean it though, maybe you can tell me the longer version of everything you like about me. Over coffee or something?”

━━ BOKUTO

ok first off, let me stop you right there, because baby boy is gonna get so sad :(

there is no hiding the hurt he’s feeling. he’s always expressive, even though he’s trying to hide it

please stop him there because his mood is only going downhill

actually tells you some elaborate, thought out thing that you assumed was from the top of his head

(although in reality, he’s thought about telling you how he feels on countless times)

but when he realizes that you’re talking about him he instantly does a 180, he looks like he’s in heaven

“Bokuto!” You call his name with a smile. You’ve found you can always get a matching one from him whenever you do so.

And of course he smiles back at you, the same excited look in his eyes as always. “Y/n!”

“I need advice.” You say.

His expression drops into one of worry at your tone. If there was anything that Bokuto hated in this world, it was seeing you upset.

“What is it?”

“I need to know how to tell someone that I have feelings for them.”

And just like that, you can see his heart break through his expression. His eyebrows pin up and he presses his lips into a thin line. You can tell that he’s trying not to show you how bothered he was by that one sentence.

He always was bad at pretending he was fine though. It was clear, if nothing else you could see his watery eyes.

“Oh... uhm. Can I ask who the person is?”

You’re hesitant to say it. But you don’t know why, because his reaction was your final bit of proof that he had feelings for you too. He hadn’t been subtle before, but now it was obvious.

“You.”

“What?” Bokuto said, although the word was breathless.

He doesn’t wait for you to respond to him. Instead, the wide smile he always wore appeared back on his face and he wrapped his arms around you.

Usually, Bokuto’s hugs are tight anyway. They’re filled with a need to be close to you and a need to convey the emotion of ‘you are the only thing grounding me right now’.

But this one was tighter. He buried his face into your neck, but you could hear the smile in his voice when he spoke. “I may have to confess to someone too.”

━━ IWAIZUMI

iwaizumi is a gentleman about it, as much as he doesn’t want to be

if anything, he wants to tell you right then and there about his feelings

but the fact (or rather, the thought) that you’ve taken an interest in someone else is all the evidence he needs to stop himself

the last thing he wants to do it mess with your emotions so he intends to stuff he feelings down to deepest parts of his mind in hopes that they’ll one day disappear

until of course, he realizes that he is the guy you’d been talking about

he gets giddy, believe it or not. he hates to admit it sometimes, but unbeknownst to you, you have so much control over his emotions

“So, Iwa?” You said, and he tried to overlook the cautious tone to your voice.

“Hm?”

“Uh, theres this guy that I kind of have feelings for. But the thing is, I don’t know how to tell him.” You sound nervous.

Iwaizumi assumes it’s from the thought of having to tell this person your feelings, yet he doesn’t realize that said person is him and it’s coming sooner than he’d realized.

He doesn’t say anything in response to you at first. His eyes narrow only slightly, then he takes a deep breath and turns back to you with his usual expression.

“If you’re going to tell them, do something sweet and simple. If you get all extravagant with it, it might freak ‘em out. Maybe... I dunno, buy a little gift and tell them?

He hid it well. The mix of jealousy, regret, and sadness in him was painful, but he clenched his fists and tried not to let his voice crack. If there was someone you knew that didn’t cry, it was Iwaizumi. Yet here he was, doing everything in his power not show how upset he was.

What was he even doing anyway? He was helping you find a lover that was not himself. Not that you even knew that, because in reality he’d never shown to you that he had feelings towards you.

That was something he was regretting a lot now.

“Oh I see, what kind of gift would you like?”

Ouch. As though this couldn’t hurt more. “I don’t know, depends on the person. Ask him, not me.”

“I just did, dummy.”

It took him a few seconds to process that, then another few seconds for the relief and happiness to wash over him. A smile rugged at the corner of his lips.

“That’s cute. You and I can go out somewhere this weekend and I can help you pick something out, hm?”

[bunny-hoodlum]

Asynchronous With You: Ch 6

ship: naruhina

rating: teen (quite possibly mature or explicit later)

tags: Modern Day AU, Foster Siblings, Family, Angst, Unrequited Love, Poor Communication, Missed Opportunities

summary: An awkward journey full of self-denial and missed moments between two foster siblings. Perhaps their love will find the right timing someday.

"I think everyone should know," she said.

They were walking the usual route to their high school, the train station coming up ahead. Naruto kept a protective though furtive gaze on Hinata as he walked behind her on the steps.

He swore she's never modified her skirt. It would be against the dress code she's forced to protect. So he has no idea why it feels like he's seeing more of her than usual.

"Know what?"

Usually he's already doing this, because he's worried about perverts. Even in grade school, he was worried. If it weren't for their teachers educating them on Stranger Danger, he probably would have had to do it himself.

He had to learn it the hard way before Kurenai-obasan took him in, but so did Neji apparently. That's why he's gotten good at being less obvious with his suspicion, and also why he can better tell apart intent based on their body language.

He used to perceive everything around him to be potentially malicious. He never realized the toll that had been taking on him until Neji taught him how to really see.

He stood close behind her on the platform as they waited.

"That we're fosters."

A burst of wind shot through the platform, ruffling overcoats and business suits and whipping pleated skirts and loose hair in a sudden frenzy.

The PA announced the train's arrival, and it wheezed to a stop soon after.

He observed Hinata as she flattened her skirt down and smoothed her bangs, but none of it registered in his brain.

It was simply auto-pilot for him to follow her onto the train, then using his larger frame to block the other passengers from nearing his little sister.

Right. His foster sister.

In all of their nine years together, they've never told anyone. It wasn't that it seemed weird, it just… never occurred to them?

But now it did seem pretty weird.

"Why, though? In a couple years, it's not going to matter anymore."

She turned her face against her shoulder to look at him, but he didn't know what she was thinking. It was the same schooled features she put on last night when visiting Neji, like there was a one-way mirror and only she could see through him.

Then she looked away.

"You're not going to introduce a girlfriend to Kurenai one of these days?"

"Hmm?" The suggestion bloomed in his mind and quickly withered. The idea wasn't… very appealing. Something about inviting judgment onto his life and stuff. He defends himself in every aspect but at home, and he'd rather keep coasting on the good thing he's got. "Dunno. Hadn't ever thought about it."

He certainly wasn't going to introduce any of the one's he's taken to bed when the apartment was empty. He's rarely done it with the same girl twice, mainly because he can't help but lose interest.

He blames it on sexual incompatibility.

"Well, I know I will."

He misses the melancholy hedging around her words, and latches onto the opportunity for an easy ribbing.

"You're gonna bring a girlfriend over?" he's happy she shoots him a look so that she can see his corny grin, otherwise he worried she might've mistaken him for serious.

He's nonplussed by the severity of her glare, but then she says "Maybe when you're not around," and he no longer knows what to think.

"Wait, what? Hinata?" He's craning left and right in hopes of catching a smirk or a giggle from her, but she's evasive. Has she? "Hinata, are you--?" And since third grade she said? "Also, what's that supposed to mean 'when I'm not around'? Huh? Hey, what's that supposed to mean 'when I'm not around'?? Hinata???"

"We're getting off topic--"

"Bullshit! I have questions!"

She ignored him.

"I vote to tell our friends that we're fosters. And I'd like to have it taken care of during Lunch. What's your vote?"

Is this what she sounds like during her Public Morals Committee meetings? Because it was doing something to him.

Oh, right. She wanted an honest answer.

But… "What do you get out of announcing this? I mean, aside from knowing how to introduce me in the future or whatever. Have you thought this through at all?"

What's the rest of the school going to say?

The guys who share their skin mags with him might get wary and reject him. The girls he's dumped might try to get to him through her. Teachers might give up on disciplining him, essentially offloading their responsibilities onto her as both Public Morals Committee and his sister. And he wasn't having any of that shit again.

All kinds of things could bite them in the ass one way or another.

She hasn't replied to him at all, and he thinks she's upset again, but he has to make his point.

"Hinata, the way things are now isn't broken, so what are you trying to fix?"

"It would help me."

"Huh? How? With what?" He waited, and she was silent. A drop of dread sank in his chest for her. "So something is wrong," He leaned in closer, causing her to shrink. He sighed. "Hinata, for someone who wants the world to know we're fosters, you sure don't seem willing to rely on me like a sibling."

"I don't favor Neji-niisan over you."

"Yeah, well, you don't have to," Tension clutched at their throats. "People always have more history with their blood. I can't really compete, y'know?"

He can't compete at all, actually.

Sometimes he thinks his only true brother is Sasuke, but he still wants to work at this. She just has to let him.

"I'm sorry. I just thought it would be less lonely if we could talk to each other normally again. And we only see each other at school these days, so…"

He envisioned her waving to him in the halls between periods, or her having a reason to cheer him on during a deadlift tournament. It would prevent people from making the wrong idea about them.

Damn, he felt stupid now.

"Fine!" He intoned with mock-annoyance. "If it'll make you happy."

She looked over her shoulder again, and what she found was his warm, supportive smile.

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Hinata gathered her friends, Kiba, Shino, Ino and Sakura.

And he gathered his friends, Sasuke, Shikamaru, and Chouji.

Ino had tsked in distaste when she saw Sasuke, had gone as far as to drag Sakura away so that the others sat in-between them. He caught some sort of nickname from her lips, but wasn't sure what she had really said.

As Naruto stood before them alongside Hinata, his gaze fell on the skinny lad scribbling away at his sketchbook, and immediately his fight instinct was switched on.

"What's your monochromatic ass doing here??! Did anyone invite him?!" He jabbed a finger in Sai's direction.

The monotone, softboy, little creep didn't even look up.

"I'm making a record of these proceedings for posterity," he lifted the sketchpad and flipped it around.

Inkified Naruto was pointing right back at him with an agape snarl. Sai then proceeded to show everyone else individually, and they all cracked up, one by one.

Ino was absolutely dying. Stomach-clutching and tears rolling, the whole nine yards. She snatched the sketchpad from Sai and begged if she could keep it.

"Whaddya want that for??" Naruto interrogated. He was so about to punch Sai and throw his art supplies in the pool. This was Hinata's announcement and the softboy was ruining it.

Ino mockingly tilted the sketchbook side to side. "Something to keep your ego in check, Charato."

Hinata faintly snorted. He wasn't sure until he saw how she had her face turned around and her shoulders were lightly trembling.

He frowned at her, feeling betrayed.

"Ahhhh, alright, enough! Me and Hinata have gathered you all here for a reason! So shut up and listen! Hinata, tell them!"

Hinata jolted out of her humor, her face flushing as though this were the first time she's done public speaking.

"Uh, Uhm… Naruto-kun and I… we're foster siblings. We, uh… we live together," Hinata froze up under their collective stares. With a stiff smile, she half-heartedly sang "Ta-da," and punctuated it with rather embarrassed jazz hands.

"And as our friends, you're the first to know," Naruto added. "Also we don't care if the whole school finds out. So don't worry, we're not sharing this out of confidentiality."

Their collective shock evaporated rather quickly.

Sakura was the first to speak. "Well, that answers a lot of questions. And raises plenty more." She ended it with a growl and a glare. That accusatory look irked him.

"Feel free to ask away! I've got nothin' to hide!"

Sakura flattened the back of her skirt as she rose up like a dignitary representing The House of Hyuuga. And then like a certain video game attorney, she pointed at him.

"I always wondered why you obsessively protected Hinata in the past, but never showed any romantic initiative towards her. Now I have to ask, knowing the sex maniac that you are: Do you ever sneak into her bedroom?"

"No," He answered unconvincingly. He looked at the jury one by one, unsure how much of their scrutiny was sincere or misperceived. Sasuke was leaning forward, arms circling around his knees. He looked a little too interested in the idea of him and Hinata… doing things… "I-I've never done that! I would never do that! Hinata's special to me, okay?! You've got a filthy fuckin' mind, Haruno!"

"Me?! You've tried to sneak into the female locker rooms!" Sakura took off her shoe and slugged it at him. "Multiple times!"

Naruto hunched up and twisted away as the shoe smacked his shoulder and bounced away.

Hinata moved in between him and the one-woman mob. "Okay, this is getting out of hand--"

"I will never fucking do that to Hinata. I was in an orphanage for six years. And they're not all run by saints."

Dammit.

This was way more than he ever wanted to share.

He took a few steps back before turning tail. He jogged downhill as fast as he could.

What was he doing?

Uzumaki Naruto doesn't run away.

But it was either that, or… have them watch him cry.

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AN: So this is missing a scene cuz I cut it. I might not use it anymore, and instead I'll see if the backstory I had expanded upon will be worked in later on in the plot. Because before I started writing this, I had anticipated that things would actually get cuter from here on out. (Also anticipating that I may work in at least one smutty chapter in the future. Yeah, it's totally diverging from this fic's original concept when I posted it for Secret Santa, but that's okay!) And the total Ego Death I unexpectedly wrote just feels kind of Deus Ex Machina in a way to Naruto's vices. I just can't have him maturing right now. That's a plot route I don't have any material for, and I don't quite see it as not defeating the other stuff I had planned to write. (I'm also happy to state that I'm starting to get a better picture of how to condense this content on AO3, because I honestly feel like this could be Ch. 2 now. :B I mean, it's too short on its own if I do, but it kinda has that hook for the rest of the story.)

I hope you enjoyed this update! 😘💕💕💕

[amintyworld]

Candles - Dream SMP Star Wars AU

A/N: Welcome to - Another piece that’s wayyy too long to submit. I spent two days straight writing this between writing the next chapter of Beginnings. I sent this as an ask but then I think Tumblr ate it so anyway here’s a fic based on the concept. This is from @dreamsmp-au-ideas‘s Star Wars AU. I’m a sucker for father/son Wilbur and Fundy, okay? Anyway, hope you enjoy! - Minty

TW: Major Character Death, drinking(?), kidnapping, fighting, cursing. (Tell me if I need to tag anything else!)

Summary: Wilbur still has hope of finding his missing son, and has a special way of remembering him. Fundy gets a renewed sense of hope for finding his own parents and grows closer with Wilbur.

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“Sir, you need to let us in.”

“The fuck I will!” Wilbur shouted angrily from the other side of the locked door. “We don’t want any part of- We’re not with the Rebellion, we’ve done nothing to you or the Empire. Leave us alone.”

“Sir, you need to open the door.”

“I know you’re taking kids, and I’m not letting you take him. You’ll have to get through me first, and I don’t go down so fucking easily.”

“Sir, please calm down and open the door.”

The house was humid and dim from the hot day, the windows shut and every entrance locked. The only way in was through the front door, which Wilbur trained his blaster at, ready to shoot whoever was stupid enough to enter. Sally sat behind him, her blaster on the ground as she held the small baby in her arms, trying her best to keep him quiet. Wilbur could hear screaming children and sobs from across the silent town, as the stormtroopers marched down the road, children grabbing back for their parents as the parents desperately rushed after their children only to be knocked down with the blunt of the blasters, a few bleeding out, writhing on the ground in agony with their skulls cracked open, a few dead bodies scattering the ground. He noticed a hysterical woman shaking the body of her husband, a bleeding wound in his chest, and a sizable dent in his head that looked like a bruised watermelon. He wasn’t moving. A sizable knot formed in Wilbur’s throat at the sight.

This was sick. 

Wilbur’s body shook with anger and adrenaline as he heard the click of the stormtrooper’s gun. A tense moment of silence passed before the door flew open so quickly that it almost fell off its hinges as three stormtroopers rushed in. Wilbur gunned down the first in the chest, Sally managed to blow the second one’s head clean off from her position on the floor, leading the third scrambling for cover, not realizing exactly who he was messing with. “B-backup, I repeat we need backup in Section 10 House 23, two soldiers down, I repeat, two soldiers down!” Looking over to Sally with a nod, they moved deeper into the house for cover as they heard more stormtroopers approaching quickly, flooding into the house. “Shit, they’re Mandalorians!” A commander shouted from outside the house. “Surround the house, send a widespread barrage!”

From the sounds of it and the blasts whizzing by, there were at least twenty stormtroopers around the house, maybe thirty - it was hard to get an accurate count from where they were. Sally cupped his cheek as she gave him a reassuring smile. “You take the left, I’ll take the right?”

“As always.” Wilbur’s face brightened as the two shared a soft kiss. The small baby made grabby hands toward Wilbur as Sally gently put the child in his arms.

“Hm, looks like someone wants his Dad.” Wilbur loved how much Sally was always so confident, so relaxed when it came to times like this. At least, more relaxed than he was. She moved out of cover to begin to shoot back, and Wilbur kissed Fundy’s forehead. 

“You’ve gotta be quiet as a mouse, alright? Stay right there for now and stay quiet, Dad’s gonna be right back.” Gently as he could, he placed the baby in a small steel cabinet to keep him safe from any stray fire. Fundy looked up at Wilbur with wide curious eyes, a hand in his mouth. Wilbur’s heart melted at the sight as he securely closed the cabinet, grabbing his second blaster and moving toward the window to aim. 

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“Oh, uh… I didn’t mean to interrupt anything-” Fundy asked awkwardly from the doorway as Wilbur kneeled in front of a table, a single candle sat on it. The glowing flame was the only thing otherwise lighting up the dark room. Wilbur moved around quickly, slightly startled when he saw Fundy, and rushed to put his helmet back on. Though Wilbur couldn’t see Fundy’s face through his own helmet, he could see how the kid awkwardly shifted in the doorway, looking away quickly in embarrassment. “Wait, I’m not supposed to-! I’m so so sorry-!”

“No, no. It’s fine, Fundy.” Wilbur breathed, not exactly expecting any company. “Did you need something?”

“Yeah, uhm… well Eret wanted to go over the plans with you for the attack, and…”

Wilbur sucked in a breath as he nodded. “Yeah, yeah, of course. Tell him I’ll look it all over with him tomorrow.” 

“Tomorrow…?”

Fuck, they didn’t know. He was so used to being left alone today that he forgot he wasn’t living on the ship anymore. They didn’t know. Wilbur mentally kicked himself. “Right. Uh… why is this so hard to explain…”

“Is this another Mandalorian thing?” 

“Well, uh… not- not exactly.” Wilbur managed. “Kind of. It’s a long story.”

Fundy moved to sit down a bit behind Wilbur on the floor, smiling behind his helmet. “I’m all ears.” 

“Heh.” Wilbur smiled behind his mask. “Well, you know how I lost my son to the Empire when he was a baby?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Well, in Mandalorian culture, we keep the memories alive of those who aren’t with us anymore, but we don’t really have any way to keep the memory alive for something like that. I know that he’s alive and out there somewhere, so any of the normal ceremonies just don’t feel right. I needed to do something to keep his memory alive in me, so I won’t forget him, and I can find him again.” Wilbur said, turning to gently take the candle in his hands, careful of the wax. “So, I light a candle on his birthday every year.”

“Every year?”

“Of course.”

Fundy’s eyebrows furrowed. “How are you so sure he’s still alive?” His eyes flicked down toward the ground in thought. “So much could have happened, I mean, it’s been so long...the Empire’s not exactly merciful.”

Wilbur slowly took Fundy’s hand in his, placing the candle down next to them. “I dunno, it’s like… there’s some kind of feeling in the air, like a connection. No matter how far away he is, I just have this feeling that I can’t ignore when it comes to him. As long as it’s there, I know he’s alive - out there, somewhere, and I’m gonna find him.”

Fundy stared up at him in awe, not finding any words. After this long, after everything that’s happened, Wilbur still had hope. He lit candles and sat and loved and remembered. Despite odds, despite logic, all because of a hunch. It was more than admirable, and Fundy moved to pick up the candle, watching the flame flicker. Something about all of this felt right. “Could I… maybe… light candles too? For my parents.”

Wilbur placed a comforting hand on Fundy’s shoulder and Fundy looked up to see Wilbur’s helmet framed and lit from the flame. “Of course.”

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“Drop your weapons.”

They were surrounded, several stormtroopers pointed their blasters at them. Even if they shot two of them down now they’d be dead within seconds. Sally looked over to him, her confident smile gone and replaced with worry. Wilbur swallowed the knot in his throat as he slowly raised his hands in surrender, dropping his blaster to the floor.

“I said drop ‘em, missy.” A stormtrooper growled at Sally, who reluctantly tossed her blaster to the ground and slowly raised her hands. The Commander looked around the small house for a moment before angrily pressing his blaster to Wilbur’s forehead. “Where’s the kid?!”

Wilbur took a shaky breath as he kept his calm. Quiet as a mouse, Fundy. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Within seconds, Wilbur was hit across his face with the blunt of the blaster as the Commander kicked in him the stomach, leaving Wilbur sputtering for breath. “Does that jog your memory?!”

“Babies go missing, sir. The galaxy’s an imperfect place.” Wilbur huffed from his place on the ground, gaining confidence at the Commander’s growing frustration. More pain suddenly as the Commander’s boot collided with his face, each kick making his vision more blurry as blood dripped to the floor. He struggled to breathe in as he heard Sally yell, pure emotion in her outburst.

“Leave him alone, fuckface!” Tears welled up in her eyes as she began to stand, ready to charge at him and tear him to shreds. Her arms were quickly pulled behind her back, and she struggled against their grip. Wilbur coughed a bit of blood, trying to stand, as the Commander slowly walked over toward Sally. He tilted her head up to face his.

“Such a rebellious spirit...stupid, reckless, pointless rebellion. You do know how the Empire treats rebellion, don’t you sweetheart?”

“Fuck you.” Quickly, Sally was thrown against the wall, pictures and furniture fell to the floor with a loud crash. Scratches and blood littered Sally’s skin as she struggled to move or even speak as the room spun like a top. “Ugh…”

“It’s time you learned to hold your tongue.” The Commander spat as he aimed his blaster at Sally.

“NO!” Wilbur leaped, helplessly, across the room only to be punched down once more. “Leave her alone, I told you the baby’s not even here-!”

Wilbur’s heart dropped as a baby’s cry rang throughout the room. The Commander stared down at him coldly. “Not even here, huh?” 

Wilbur’s eyes grew wide. “I-” Another strike across Wilbur’s face and he went down, shaking as he tried to crawl and stop the Commander who was walking toward the cabinet swiftly. No, no no no Fundy-

Suddenly, Sally gripped the Commander’s blaster as tears streamed down her face, fighting for control. The Commander pushed her up against the wall with his blaster with ease, shoving her to the floor. The sound of a shot rang through the air as blood poured down from Sally’s head. Her body dropped to the floor in a heap. 

No.

Tears welled up in Wilbur’s eyes as he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off her lifeless body. Nothing about this seemed right, nothing seemed real. She was just there, she was just alive and moving and talking, and the next moment she’s just… gone. Wilbur screamed as he rushed over to Sally’s body, tears streaming down his face as he shook her. Words tumbled out of his mouth like a waterfall, so fast he had no idea what he was even saying. His heart felt like it shattered as he held her cold hand in his, a pool of blood beginning to form that stained his clothes, but he didn’t even care. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as blood dripped down from her forehead across her limp body. Wilbur’s shaking hands ran through her hair for the last time.

Fundy’s cries quickly pulled his attention away from Sally toward the Commander, who looked down at the child making grabby hands toward Wilbur, hysterical. “Aw, what a cute kid.” Wilbur stumbled to his feet, pain coursing through his body. Blood seeped down his skin, and his head throbbed uncomfortably. He raised his fists in a sort of fighting stance. 

“Get the fuck away from him.”

Another shot rang out as he rang down and saw crimson blood spill down to the floor from his chest. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t breathe. He fell to the floor, crimson spilling onto the floor as he fought to stay awake. He curled into himself, all he could feel was pain, pain, pain…

Tears blurred his vision as his body shook. The stormtroopers and the Commander looked down at him with almost pity. You’re weak. Weak weak weak weak...

He could practically hear the smile in the Commander’s voice. “The Empire thanks you for your sacrifice.”

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Fundy’s eyes lit up in wonder as Wilbur handed him the matches, and moved to go grab something. The two candles are old - one shorter than the other, each with varying fruity smells compared to Wilbur’s vanilla one. He leaned over, lighting up the tall yellow candle then the smaller pink one.  He turned, blowing out the match then turning to stare at the flames. Warmth spread in his chest as he whispered to himself, head bowed. “I’ll find you, Mom and Dad. I promise.”

“Guess what I found!” Wilbur smiled as he brought over a large corked bottle and two steel cups.

“What’s that?”

“Phil found Tihaar, I haven’t seen this stuff in years!” Wilbur smiled, and Fundy looked toward him confused. “It’s a Mandalorian drink, nothing too heavy, I promise.” Wilbur laughed a bit as he poured out the cups. “You can’t find any of the good stuff anymore anyway.”

Fundy took the cup and sniffed it curiously. “It smells like syrup.”

“Tastes a bit like it too. Much more sweet than alcoholic.” Wilbur said, raising his cup. “Now then - a toast.” Fundy raised his cup as well with a smile. “To all those we’ve lost along the way. We keep you in our thoughts always, and may we reunite again.”

“We will find each other again,” Fundy added, looking to the sky, more hopeful than he’s felt in months.

Wilbur looked over toward him, nodding in agreement. “We will find them again.”

[potential-fate]

Get To Know Me Tag

I was tagged by @hankofthesims

Nickname? - Allie is technically a nickname itself, but it's the name everyone calls me lol

Zodiac sign?

- Aries. no really. my sun/moon/mercury/venus are all Aries. I am very much so an aries. My rising is a taurus though so I might come off like that if you don't know me.

Height?

- around 5'4.

Last movie that I saw?

- uhm... I think my partner watched National Treasure while I was in the room recently?

Last thing that I googled?

- I was trying to find a 🏴‍☠️ copy of the cookbook Eat Well, Be Well, cause my copy from the library has to go back. I did not manage to succeed.

Favorite musician/artist/s?

- not sure I have a hard fave cause it really depends on my mood. most often I listen to Taylor Swift, Motionless in White, Billie Eilish, In This Moment, Set It Off, and Karliene.

Current song that is stuck in your head?

- Circle the Drain by Katy Perry. I don't even like her music but that song is particularly catchy to me, and gets stuck if I hear it.

Do you have any other blogs?

- I do, technically have two others, but I literally almost never use them.

How many blogs/simblrs do you follow?

- a little over 250. they're specifically simblrs. I don't follow other stuff cause simblr is my escape and I don't really want to see other stuff on tumblr most of the time. I tend to blacklist topics and tags as well for the same reason.

What amount of sleep do you get?

- uh.... not enough. depends on the night and my mental health. somewhere between 2 hours on a bad day/week and around 6 on a good week.

Do you have a lucky number?

- not really.

What are you wearing currently?

- just a tank top and pajama shorts/boxers.

What is your dream job?

- tbh I don't really know. I went to school for art, but it sorta killed my enjoyment of it, so I don't want to do that if it's gonna have the same effect, but I can't particularly pick out anything else.

What is your dream trip?

- right now, one I don't have to pay for. I'd love to go to some of the more famous art/historical places in europe though.

Can you speak any other languages?

- I took 5 years of spanish, and still manage to butcher it. but I can understand/read it most time. just not communicate myself.

Oceanside or the Mountains?

- hmmmm hard choice tbh. I live in CO, so my natural habitat is mountains, which I enjoy, but the grass is always greener, so the beach sounds pretty good lol

Do you play any instruments?

- not really lol.

What is your favorite song currently?

- The Lakes, Taylor Swift

What is one random fact about yourself?

- mmmmmm i dunno lol

Describe yourself as an aesthetic?

- 'baby goth'? is that still a thing?

[anxiousbean33]

The Black Sails - Chapter 3 : We're Going on a Trip in Our Favorite Rocket Ship!

Notes: Funnily enough I planned out this whole thing for the farm and all this fancy stuff and a chapter name and it turns out that I have to save it all for probably chapter 5? Also I edited the prologue on ao3 I haven't done it here though. I dunno if @sitting-around-and-fantasizing still wants a tag but here ya go lemme know if ya dont want me to do this next chapter

Summary: Trade to Smp has been cut off due to threats from the Black sails, and raids on the towns that continued trading. Food sources are being limited, with the increasing amount of refugees, they are running out quicker than normal. They figure out a plan of where to go to gain a stable food supply.

Word Count: 1894

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30826130/chapters/78001871

H paces back and forth throughout his room. With L’Manburg being raided, Smp just lost their main source of food. The dream team was too busy helping people get to safety to realize the black sails were targeting the farmers and burning any house they could find to cause chaos. H knew he would have to talk to Eret about trying to find the rest of the heroes of old, but how would he bring up that things have gotten so bad that they need to regroup. Looking back on the maps, he tried to find any farms nearby that they could go to, and set up guards to protect them from the black sails. Skyblock Farms… that is the farm closest to Smp that has so far managed to stay neutral in this war.

Eventually, he stands up and walks down the hall to Erets room, he knocks on the door, and walks in not waiting for Eret to reply, “Eret we have a big issue, as you know L’Manburg got destroyed yesterday, and so we need another place to get food, we could find a place and have some of the few survivors but most of them have injuries. It would be best to go to this other singular farm, in between our kingdom and the fallen kingdom, named Skyblock Farm. So far the people there have stayed neutral in this war. Going to them for help would be our best bet. I was thinking you could send me and the dream team, we would probably be the best fighters for it. What do you think?” H states looking into Erets completely white eyes, due to them just waking up and not even being in their king outfit.

“H I am going to be real, I don’t know what you just said.” Eret responded with a blank face, “I trust you, if you want to do whatever is cool, just like leave a note or something. I’m too tired to think right now, but if you need me, I will be more awake in like an hour or so, talk to me then.” Eret says getting out of bed for the first time that morning.

“Oh sh- you were still asleep- sorry, my bad. I'll just head out now,”

H sighs walking back down the hallway, he eventually walks to the courtyard. H pulls out his notebook and starts to write more notes about the current situation. Just a few days ago, Hypixel sent a letter declaring Hypixel Fighting Arena’s new ally ship with SMP. Although Hypixel is unsure if the main farm Skyblock is going to drop out of the business deal with Hypixel, as they have not gotten any information what's happening there, hopefully they are able to gain their ally ship and also obtain fighters from the arena. H looks up from his notebook, hearing someone walk down the hallways towards him, looking towards the entrance. He sees Karl walk in, “H there you are! Eret said you had some sort of plan on how to deal with this whole food situation?”

“Ah right! I was thinking that- actually I dunno if you've heard yet, but we have allied with HFA, uhh Hypixel Fighting Arena, and so I was thinking we could head to Skyblock and see if the farmers want to ally with us as well.” H responds while shuffling through his notebook and handing it to Karl when he gets to a certain page. “Skyblock is a pretty big farm, as you can see here their main produce is carrots, potatoes, and cows. It would be great to convince them to join us before they declare full neutrality or get an alliance with Black Sails,” showing Karl specific sections of the farm.

“H! This is great! We could send you, Dream, George, and Sap- wait no, Sapnap is on location duty, and is helping people find a place to live… uhm, so probably just you, Dream, and George? Unless you or the others know someone else who would be able to go?” Karl rambles, still looking through H’s notebook, shocked by all the thought and effort put into it, “H how long did it take you to do all of this? This is some heavy research and can really help us, is it okay if I take this to Eret? They need to see this.”

“Oh thanks Karl, but not, yet I still need to add a few things to it, I'll show them later. And it took me a bit, but it was over the span of like a week. I won't overwork myself Karl, don't worry. I can go get Dream and see who is able to come bye Karl! Thanks for letting me know,” H says walking towards the main room of the castle, wondering how to bring up to Eret that he is Bomb, one of the revolutionaries that he worked with in the past. Sighing, he turns around and walks towards the exit again, hoping to find Dream.

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“Tubbo! Tommy! Get off the roof!” Puffy yells, “Dream, go get them off the roof!”

“I don't think I will do that actually, it took too much work getting them up there in the first place,” he responds, shoving his hands into his hoodie pocket.

“You did WHAT! Dream, you are supposed to be the responsible one. You are literally one of the king's heroes, and you put your cousin and his friend on the roof!”

“We actually asked him to Puffy! We like it up here!” Tubbo shouts interrupting the current conversation.

“Dream. Get them down. Now.” Puffy says glaring at Dream. She starts walking inside, “I'm giving you however long it takes to go to the medic, check on Will, and come back. If they aren't down by then, you better start running.”

“Ok, you two fun is over, get off the roof, or we will be chased down by an angry Papa Puffy, and trust me Tommy, you don't want that.” Dream then pulls the lever that he hid in the bushes, causing the pistons to move and reveal a hidden ladder. Tubbo then starts climbing down while Tommy sits with an angry look, eventually following after Tubbo not wanting to stay on the roof by himself.

“Dream! There you are!” Someone else shouts, Dream turns around to see H walking towards him with George, and each of them have a bag, “Dream, we need your help, we're heading to a farm to see if we can ally with them. Can you get ready by the end of the day?”

“Uhhh how hard of a thing do you think this is going to be, I’m stuck with these two gremlins for the time being as Jordan and Puffy are heading to help with the people who came last night, and Phil is staying with Wilbur after he got hurt. They would probably have to come with us,” Dream says while grabbing Tommy and Tubbo. “Oh and by the way, H, George, this is Tommy and this is Tubbo,” He says, holding onto Tommy and Tubbo by the arms and pointing his head to the people he was talking about.

“No yeah, for sure, it's a two-day trip on horseback, but there has been no sighting of black sails in that area in around 2 days, so we should be clear for the entire trip, and when we get there is just going to be talking to farmers, so taking them with would be fine.”

“Sweet. You two go pack for the trip, we can probably help teach you more stuff with your magic on the trip as well, Tommy.” Dream says walking over to a notepad, writing a note for Jordan, Puffy, and Phil, “Hopefully they don't get mad at me for this.”

“POGCHAMP! We’re going on a hero's quest with Big D, and Gogy!!” Tommy shouts, dragging Tubbo to their room.

“Tommy, are you sure this is a good idea? Your mom is still missing and Wilbur is hurt, us leaving on a big quest may not be the best…” Tubbo whispers worriedly. Tubbo had never been on a quest with his cousin before but he usually came back bloody and bruised and Tubbo was terrified of something happening to him or Tommy, as they just found out Tommys power is controlling electricity yesterday.

“Cmon big man, we’ll be fine! If anyone gets in our way I can just shock them back! Hah! Ya!” Tommy responds, pretending to punch things at the end, “But seriously Tubbo it's gonna be fine, we have Dream, George, and H. I think we will be fine. Plus, we can look for Mumza on the trip!”

“Hey you two ready?” Dream shouts from the other room, “Cause we're leaving now, you better get over here before we leave without you!”

Tommy and Tubbo stare at one another and then shout “RACE YA!” scrambling out the door tripping over items and each other.

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“You got this Will just one step at a time, be careful you are still burnt.” Phil says holding onto Wilbur on one side while Puffy helps on the other one.

“Thanks for helping me Puffy, you didn't have to do that. I never thought I would say this but I actually am excited to see Tommy again,” Wilbur says while watching his feet, hoping his legs won't give out on the 5 steps he has to do before the door, “Less excited for him to be around Tubbo as that would be very chaotic.”

“Hey… Uhm… I'm sorry to interrupt… but uhm..” Phil turns around and sees a really tall kid standing there, he has black and white hair, he looks like a hybrid and also has an ender eye on a necklace, which is probably his gem, “Sorry I don't talk to people that much… but uhm… I saw H and George walk over here to talk to Dream… and they left on a quest to go to this farm… I think?”

Puffy stared blankly at the kid, “Kid please tell me that Dream did not just go on a quest and leave Tommy and Tubbo alone at the house,” Looking more concerned as she talked.

“Uhm he didn't? I think… My name is Ranboo… but I think he took them with him?” he replied.

“Oh no. This is not going to end well… Uh Ranboo right? You said you know where they went? Puffy, you stay here and tell Jordan what happened when he gets back, I can go with Ranboo and go after Tommy?” Phil says helping Wilbur up the last step. “Hopefully they haven't gotten into trouble already.”

“Yea I can take you to them I know the general direction they went, I do have a bad memory though so let me get my memory book real quick!” Ranboo replies, running off towards the park nearby to grab his book where he set it down.

“Oh god why did Dream think this was a good idea…” Puffy sighs, walking Wilbur to the couch and helping him sit down.

“When I said I didn't want to deal with Tommy and Tubbo, I didn't mean I wanted them to not be at the house.” Wilbur says laughing, “Why am I not surprised that they begged Dream to drag them along.”

[specterchasing-a]

People Like Us || Morgan & Eddie

TIMING: Current

LOCATION: Morgan’s House

PARTIES: @mor-beck-more-problems​ & @specterchasing​

SUMMARY: Eddie needs help accepting the truth about who he is, and who better to lend a hand than Morgan Beck? 

CONTAINS: Internalized homophobia tw, domestic abuse mention tw (section is tagged)

Eddie learned Morgan didn’t pull punches the day he came across her picnicking among the headstones of Jericho Hill. She took one look at him and effortlessly seemed to understand what made him tick. At the time, he didn’t realize she went easy on him. He knew better now. After their last conversation, he doubted she wanted anything to do with him, or that she ever would again. Unfortunately, that didn’t change how badly he needed her help.

He pulled his car into her driveway and put it in park. Unsteady breaths staggered the rise and fall of his chest. “In through the nose, out through the mouth,” Eddie quietly instructed himself as he exited the car, flinching when the car door slammed shut upon its release from his hand. Moonlight assisted the mansion’s porchlight in illuminating the path to her front door. If it weren’t for the sound of his heart pounding in his ears, he might have appreciated the sleepy suburban ambience.

Eddie reached the door and raised his fist, hesitating at the last second. If he turned around now, he could probably still make it to his car before Morgan noticed it in her driveway. He swallowed hard, past the lump in his throat, and felt his eyes begin to sting with budding tears. Leaving now would only prove her right for calling him a coward. “Shit,” he sighed before finally knocking.

Morgan couldn’t remember the last time she’d heard someone knock on the front door. When Bex and Mina stayed, they had keys. Urk rang the bell or called out, blubbering, through the window. An unexpected knock on the door was the wrong kind of normal. Even the cats complained with tense ears and whiny meows. Make it go away.

“Yeah, I’m working on it,” Morgan mumbled. She hesitated before approaching the door, bracing herself for the worst, then decided that maybe there was no such thing in White Crest and flung it open only to find… “Eddie?” She was too surprised to keep the incredulity out of her voice. As far as she was aware they had nothing left to say to each other. She frowned, struggling to process. “Uh….can I help you?”

The sight of Morgan instantly inflamed Eddie’s precarious emotional state. He blinked as the budding tears started to blossom. More people had seen him cry in the past few weeks than he cared to admit, and Eddie wasn’t eager to add another name to the list. Unfortunately, it didn’t seem like he had a say in the matter once a stray tear fled down his cheek. 

“I’m sorry,” he blurted. “God, Morgan, I’m so sorry.” Eddie bled as much sincerity into his apology as he could muster, she needed to believe him. “I can’t do this.” He shrugged helplessly before his arms crossed tightly over his chest. “You were right about everything, and I want to set things right. With Bex, with you, with myself.” His teeth dug into the inside of his cheek momentarily. “But I’m scared and I don’t know what I’m doing, and I don’t have anyone else I can go to about this. Only one other person knows about me, and he doesn’t know Bex the way you do.” 

Whatever hostility Morgan had been holding onto against Eddie melted as soon as she saw his tears. And then his arms over his chest, the way he seemed desperate to hold himself together when the truth was he couldn’t, his guilt, his hurt. Morgan had seen it dozens of times, almost half of them in the mirror when she was even younger than Eddie. She didn’t know what else to do but come out and wrap him up as best she could. 

“Okay,” she said. “Okay. You’re gonna be okay, Eddie. It doesn’t feel like it, but you will be.” She pulled away, searching his face to find his comfort levels, and gave him a little tug. “Come inside, tell me what you’re worried about, and we’ll come up with something, okay?” She gave him the softest smile she could; nothing was so bad if you could smile a little about it.

Morgan didn’t yell at him, or slam the door in his face like Eddie thought she would. Instead, she hugged him, and that wasn’t something he prepared himself for on the drive over. His throat tightened as he returned the gesture, arms wrapping around her as he grounded himself within the moment. Eddie didn’t receive much physical affection. Usually, he was the one dishing it out, but he appreciated the role reversal more than he could say.

She spoke to him in words of affirmation so kind he almost believed them. As far as he could tell, ‘okay’ was officially out of his reach and would be for the foreseeable future, but he decided not to argue. He caught her eye when she pulled back and he made an effort to smile, but the best he could do was purse his lips together. Eddie followed her inside, nodding along with everything she said. 

“Thank you,” he said softly now that they were surrounded by the mansion’s walls. “Sorry, I didn’t get this far in my head,” Eddie admitted after a beat of silence. He wiped his eyes with the heel of his hand and nervously ran his fingers through his hair. “What I’m worried about is essentially everything.” He didn’t intend to sound so dramatic, but his entire world was changing around him, and he didn’t know how to talk about that nonchalantly. “But, uhm, we can start with Bex. I have to tell her. I don’t want to, but I have to, and she’s going to hate me. I don’t have a lot of friends, Morgan, so losing her is gonna suck for me.” 

Morgan led Eddie into the kitchen and started on some tea. The last thing he needed was to dehydrate while he was this tense. She smirked to herself, remembering that everything went wrong between them around a teapot last time. Maybe this could be a good do-over for both of them. While the water boiled, she put her hands on his shoulders and guided him to sit. 

“Eddie,” she began, warm and gentle. “You’re getting a little ahead of yourself. Why, exactly, do you think Bex is going to hate you? For that matter, why do you think anyone who really cares about you will?” She brushed back his messy hair, sighing. After all these years, not much had changed, not for the kids she knew, at least. “Eddie Carridine, there is nothing wrong with being the person you are. There is nothing bad or ugly or inferior about the person you were made to be. Who told you that there was?”

Eddie didn’t take in much of his surroundings. Morgan’s interior design choices passed by in a blur on their way to the kitchen. He watched as she prepared a pot of tea, the parallel between tonight and their last meeting not being lost on him either. He hoped to actually stick around long enough to try it this time. 

Morgan encouraged him to sit down, and Eddie obliged. His eyes, a little wider than usual, locked onto hers as she kept him from continuing on his downward spiral. The tone she used, the way she pushed his hair out of his face, it all felt so foreign. After Eddie learned to walk and talk, his parents never soothed him with gentle voices or gestures of affection. They preferred to let Eddie work through emotional distress on his own. They told him it would build character, but all it ever did was make him feel desperately alone. Having Morgan, someone he barely knew, do what they refused to without prompting left him feeling conflicted, but mostly grateful.

“Bex is going to hate me because I don’t think we can work through these kinds of differences,” Eddie announced, wishing he could keep the tone light. If he could, maybe the weight pressing down on his chest would start to let up. “Our relationships will be over and, I dunno, I feel like that might upset her.” Bex genuinely seemed to like him, which remained an overwhelming source of guilt.

As far as who told Eddie that being himself was a punishable offense, the list went on and on. “Do you have all day?” he asked dryly. Deflecting didn’t make him feel any better. A sigh slipped past his lips and he decided to take the question more seriously. “My parents, for starters,” he said as the lump in his throat returned. “They, uh, had expectations for me, still do, actually. And I really think this would be the final straw for them. Right now, the only reason I’m still on their insurance and why they pay my car-note is that they’re holding onto hope that I might still grow up to be a normal boy, with a normal wife, and normal kids.”

“Oh, Eddie…” Morgan sighed, brushing through the rest of his hair. “Normal isn’t a real thing. It’s an aspirational lie. No one’s normal. And, sure, you spend your time on YouTube and you can see dead people, but isn’t that also kind of what makes you amazing? Why shouldn’t this also be something that makes you amazing?” She focused on his eyes, willing him to unclench just a little more, to make this easier for both of them. “Also, not every breakup has to end in anyone hating anyone. There’s even a proud tradition in certain circles of staying friends with exes.” Also, Bex had the same secret as Eddie. But that wasn’t hers to tell. 

The kettle raddled on the stove and Morgan went to attend to it. She reached for a jar of something ready-made and dipped a heaping spoonful into the infuser and started preparing their cups. “I want to get to the heart of this with you, I do, but I need to know what level of ‘last straw’ you’re talking about here. I mean, are your parents going to hurt you, if you tell them this? Do you need to secure some resources for yourself or have someone pseudo-indestructible around? Also--” She brought the tea to the kitchen island and slid it toward Eddie before climbing onto the stool next to him. “You still haven’t told me yet. What we’re talking around, what you’re trying to accept about yourself. It might help, if you can name it.”

Eddie wanted so badly to see normality the way Morgan did, but the idea of it seemed incontestably desirable to him in this case. All his life, his parents barely acknowledged his existence and he knew he should resent them for it, but he still craved their approval in spite of everything; in spite of himself. Just once, he wanted them to recognize him as something to be proud of instead of branding him a failure with every step he took. 

“Amazing?” Eddie echoed quietly. The sudden commendation shooed away all thoughts of his parents. He looked up at Morgan like he expected her to take it back. “Most people just think the ghost thing is kind of weird.” His shoulders raised in a soft shrug. Ghosts gave his life meaning, but his dedication to them also made it more difficult to navigate. “Or fake.” Amazing. The word hung stubbornly in his mind as if daring him to believe what Morgan said could be true. “How can something that keeps me up at night be amazing?” he asked genuinely. Before he could take a leap of faith and try to celebrate instead of hide, he needed more answers.

“I’d like that,” Eddie said about staying friends with Bex. “I really do care about her, that part wasn’t a lie.” The calming way Morgan familiarized herself with his hair and seemed to know exactly what to say slowly encouraged him to take refuge in the safety of his time with her. He sniffled, but the tears in his eyes were drying. Breathing came a little easier now, which felt like a miraculous turn of events.

[DOMESTIC ABUSE MENTION]

“Not physically, I don’t think,” he answered honestly, his eyes following her as she tended to the tea. “Dad’s only ever lost his temper with me like that once.” Not a fond memory, but enough time spanned between now and then that Eddie could discuss it without unravelling. “I think they’d disown me though,” he added softly. He caught the cup of tea she slid his way and focused on the steam rising to meet his face instead of his parents. “I make good enough money, but I won’t turn down the other offer, if only for moral support.” He turned his head to face her as she sat down and made another attempt at a smile, this time with marginally more success.

[END OF DOMESTIC ABUSE MENTION]

The hint of a smile diminished when she probed for a label. Saying it out loud to Alfie hadn’t been easy, and maybe he’d been naïve for thinking it wouldn’t be hard the second time around. “I’m—” His eyes closed tightly as his head tilted to the side. He hated this, the way a three letter word felt like Mt. fucking Everest. “This is such bullshit,” Eddie announced with suddenly reopening eyes. He straightened up and took a breath. Try again. “I—I like guys, I guess.” The words shot out of his mouth faster than his usual speech, but he said it. And he didn’t feel sick. In fact, he felt kind of relieved. “One guy in particular, but yeah. I’m gay, probably. I dunno, something like that.” He winced at his convoluted confession, but he guessed it could have been worse. It could have been like the last time she tried to goad him into honesty. 

Morgan ached to see how much Eddie craved comfort,  like he’d been starved for it his whole life. He had the kind of hurt that didn’t show up on the body, the kind that she carried, that was so easy to delude yourself about. And how many times had her throat closed up when she’d tried to tell her mother, Sorry, everything’s my fault because I can only like girls! I’m a lesbian! It had been years before the words came easy to her. Eddie was only just getting started. 

“Hey,” she said softly, reaching for a clean towel and leaning over to wipe his cheeks with all the care she wished for him. “It’s not bullshit. It’s hard, I know it’s hard. But you are one of the dreamiest gay boys that ever popped out of the rainbow, and we are all so lucky that you exist. Maybe even especially the boy you like. I want to hear all about him, but first, new plan: we’re moving somewhere comfy. You’re not a part of the family until you’ve had an emotional moment in the great room, so let’s get moving.” 

She hopped off her stool and took Eddie’s mug and led him further into the house, toward the large plushy couch she and everyone she loved spent so much time on. “Also, I hope this goes without saying, but I will be there for support if that’s what you want. Just tell me when and where to show up. But, back to the main point: you’re amazing, and whatever happens, there’s no good reason for anyone to think differently. Especially because you’re gay. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but we make the world go round in the most fabulous ways. But, conditioning, parents, society--there’s a lot of bullshit that keeps people like us from understanding that. When I came out to my mother, I was crying and apologizing because I thought I was literally cursing our family with my gayness. So as much as I believe in you, as much as I’m making this sound like some obvious truth--because it is--I can imagine why you might have a hard time believing it. But I don’t want to guess or project too much of myself.” At last, she settled down in her usual spot among the cushions, floating around them for how little she felt their presence. “So, can I ask you? Other people aside, because we can’t control other people’s choices, what about being gay scares you, or worries you or makes you feel...weird?”

Being called ‘one of the dreamiest gay boys to ever pop out of the rainbow’ managed to inspire Eddie’s first genuine smile of the night. Traces of sadness still lingered on his face, but he appreciated the break in tension more than he knew how to say. He didn’t know how to grapple with her saying people were lucky to know him, especially within the current context, it felt surreal. He wanted to thank Morgan in a way that showcased how much everything she said meant to him, but everything he thought to say fell short.

In the great room, he made himself comfortable next to her on the couch. A family of people like Morgan sounded too good to be true like most of what she said. Thinking about it reminded him of what she told him about the importance of hope, and Eddie decided there must have been some truth to it. As scary as it was to picture a brighter future for himself, it began to seem less like a lost cause.

“You apologized?” He didn’t mean to sound so shocked. Even though he knew better, it often seemed like self-acceptance came easier to everyone else. Hearing that even Morgan struggled to come to terms with her sexuality made him feel  substantially less alone. Eddie considered her next question carefully by turning his attention inward, it wasn’t something he often did. Pleasing the people around him automatically took precedence over making himself happy.

“Thinking about it now, I guess most of what scares me has to do with other people,” he admitted. “Rejection, ridicule, judgment, harassment. Those are the big ones and, like you said, all of that’s out of my control.” Eddie took his first sip of tea now that enough time had passed for it to cool. His hands shook a little. “If all I had to worry about was myself, I…” he trailed off in contemplation. “When I’m alone with Alfie, he’s the guy I mentioned, everything else falls away. When I touch him or manage to make him laugh—that’s it. That’s all that matters; just us. And it feels… amazing until I ask myself how people might react if they saw us. Then I start to feel dirty or-or like I’m doing something wrong, kind of like I’m going to be punished for being happy because…. because that’s always how it’s been.” Eddie realized how true what he said was as he said it. “Being gay scares me because it makes me happy.”

Had Morgan apologized to her mother? “Oh, profusely. I actually thought, if I just kept apologizing, maybe I wouldn’t ever have to actually say it and potentially break what little good there was between my mother and me. But she gave me this impatient look, and I had to, so I did. And it was--” She paused, smiling sadly. “It was maybe the only time she was really sorry for anything she’d done. She uh...she took care of me for a little bit. And that was nice. But this was in 1999, and we had an implicit understanding to keep that part of me on a need-to-know basis. But, things are different, in some ways. Maybe not for your parents, maybe not everywhere, but here? So different. So much better.” She ruffled his hair again and tried to look ahead into something better, lighter than the world he was currently living in. What would he even look like if he was really happy?

“Eddie, I really, really mean what I’m about to say. And I am saying it as someone who was literally cursed with eternal suffering during her life. As a lesbian born in ‘81. As someone who knows all kinds of logic-mazes for explaining why happiness equals bad. Okay?” She took a deep breath and turned his face gently to make sure he was looking at her face. “Love itself is never wrong. And so any happiness that comes from love can never be wrong. And you, Eddie, are so worthy of love. The last thing you need to carry is shame for discovering love, which is one of the best parts of being alive. And the last thing you should do is starve your humanity from love because of other people. The people who are happy for you and your love are the ones you should build community with anyway.”

1999 sounded like a lifetime ago. For Eddie, it nearly was. With the current state of the world and the issues its inhabitants faced, he couldn’t imagine what it must have been like back then. A need-to-know basis, that’s how Morgan described the experience. Eddie shook his head sadly. Living like that must have been so draining. Even now, for all his fear and uncertainty, he knew how lucky he was to be alive now instead of then. If he’d been born alongside Morgan in the ‘80s, this conversation likely wouldn’t have been possible. Not with her, and not with anyone else, for that matter. 

Looking to the past and acknowledging the hard-won fights of those who came before him, especially while sitting next to one of the veterans, an unexpected feeling came over Eddie. His journey, although he would be the one most affected by it, wasn’t only about him. 

“It’s different because of people like you,” he said. “I—” Eddie felt a knot form in his throat. “Morgan, if it wasn’t for you, I don’t know how long it would have taken me to reach this point. Years, maybe? And that’s if it ever happened at all.” Harsh as she’d been, her words resonated with him and carried him through confessing to Alfie. “You saw me, really saw me, and refused to tolerate the bullshit. I think I understand why now.” He shifted to face her more fully. “I want to be more like you, Morgan. Someone who makes the world a better place by existing as is, not someone who hides for the comfort of people who don’t love them.”

Love, happiness, community. Morgan said the words and Eddie latched onto them for dear life. He knew better than to think this would be easy, or that his budding bravery would never again waver in the face of adversity, but he felt better equipped to face the future. “I think you’re right,” he ventured as a look of determination shone in his bleary eyes. “I mean, I want to, anyway, and that’s a start. It’s more than I had before.”

Morgan went still, completely bewildered. “I didn’t do much,” she admitted quietly. “I was too scared. I told myself I’d just make things worse all around. But, you know, everyone was kind of scared back then. It was never about some people magically not being scared. It was about not letting your fear trap you into a life so much smaller than what you should have. You--don’t need to be like me, Eddie. Especially not the me I was at your age. I--maybe it’s not fair of me, but I really just want to spare you some of the suffering I carried with me for so long, and the suffering of people I knew. I saw tiny maneuvers that I used to make when we were talking and I saw your hurt and I just wanted to make it stop for you.” She shrugged. “Don’t wait to find the love of your life until you’re at the ass-end of your thirties. I mean, if it takes that long, who cares, because it’s exactly as cheesy and gratifying as every song you’ve ever heard makes it sound and that is worth every star in the universe. But don’t wait that long to try! You are so young, and it is over so fast. What a waste to spend it hiding when you can be testing your capacity for joy?”

She beamed at Eddie and gave his arm a squeeze. “Deciding to is a really good start. All that’s next is doing it. Do you want to figure out what you want to say? To Bex? To your parents?”

Even with Morgan telling him he didn’t need to be like her, Eddie didn’t let her convince him. He wouldn’t argue and insist she accept his purview, that didn’t seem like it would do much good. Instead, he decided to show her his appreciation with his actions moving forward. She thought she didn’t do much, and he imagined it really did feel that way, but it got her to where she was now; teaching him how to love himself in a way no one had done before. Whether she knew it or not, he owed her immensely.

He grinned when she mentioned finding the love of her life. Eddie was grateful she did, and wondered if he might have too. He knew it was too soon to tell even if he and Alfie had known each other for years, but it didn’t hurt to play with the thought. 

Eddie took a deep breath when she asked where he’d like to begin. “Bex, definitely,” he said with a confident nod. “I don’t want whatever my mom and dad have to say about it to throw me off before I have a chance to enjoy myself, y’know? With Bex, at least she won’t hold it against me for just… being who I am.”

“No, she won’t,” Morgan agreed. “She won’t appreciate being lied to, but she’s not a closed minded girl. I think being honest about why you did what you did and why you’re doing this now is a good step alongside, you know, ‘guess what babe, I’m gay’. It’s kind of awful, but coming clean is usually the fastest way to fix something when you’ve made a mess. Even if it also feels like the hardest.” And maybe Bex would have some relief and tell Eddie about all those ‘I love you’s she’d exchanged with Mina by the pool. But as much as that would give Eddie some comfort, it wasn’t hers to tell. And maybe he’d feel braver, going in prepared for the worst and finding his world still intact. “Although, maybe don’t be that casual and literally say that. Unless it helps you say it easier! Once the words have come out, you sort of have to keep going with them, and that can actually be as great as it is scary.”

Eddie’s head bobbed in agreement as Morgan offered advice. He wouldn’t let doubt trickle in and throw him off course, not yet. If she said Bex would understand, he trusted her. They lived together once, made art together, they had to have been close. Eddie momentarily wondered why that all came to an end, but now wasn’t the time to ask questions like that. In any case, it wasn’t his business what went on between Bex and Morgan even if he cared about both of them a great deal.

He breathed a soft laugh through his nose when she advised him against being as casual as her example. “I have… no idea what the easiest way to say it will be,” he admitted. “I try to plan it out in my mind and a wall goes up.” He made a sharp gesture with his hand to mimic the wall being built. “Maybe…” Eddie trailed off as an idea began forming. “Okay, what if you pretend to be Bex and we play out what might happen? I think I’ll do better with a trial run.”

Morgan snorted with laughter. “We, uh--” Could, but there’s no way I can prepare you for her not-girlfriend in the pool. “Yeah! Why not. Bex is not the most predictable girl, but I will do my best.” She took a deep breath and adjusted herself on the couch. “Hey, Eddie,” she said, doing her best imitation of Bex’s speech cadence. “You said you wanted to talk to me about something?”

Eddie straightened up and mentally prepared himself, but the second Morgan imitated Bex, he burst out in unexpected laughter. “Is that really what you think Mainers sound like?” he asked in a bubbly tone. “Maybe, just use your normal accent and I’ll rely on my imagination. I cannot take you seriously when you sound like that.”

“What? That was totally spot-on!” Morgan said, laughing in spite of herself. She shook out her hair and tossed it into Bex’s usual middle part. “Is this not the spitting image? I don’t have the height, but I’ve got the nervous puppy eyes.” Morgan demonstrated, and not too badly, but only because she already had that face in her arsenal long before she met Bex. “But, okay, okay. I am me and you are imagining me as Bex: Hey, Eddie. What did you want to talk to me about?”

When Morgan insisted her Bex impersonation had been spot-on, Eddie immediately shook his head defiantly. “You have natural puppy dog eyes, doing that doesn’t count towards your score. Let me show you a real Bex impersonation.” He took a moment to get into character. His hands clasped in his lap, his shoulders jutted forward slightly to give the impression of timidity, and his eyes widened with brightness.

“Oh, um, hi, Morgan,” he said, altering his voice to convey Bex’s signature nervous excitement. “You said—You said you wanted to talk to me, right? I was busy studying, y’know, about anthropology—” Eddie nearly made himself break character by laughing, but quickly centered himself. “But I… I want to hear what you have to say.”

Eddie raised both hands palm-side up and leaned back with a satisfied expression on his face. “And that’s how it’s done.”

When Morgan was herself as Bex and Eddie returned to being Eddie, the seriousness of the situation crept back up on him. “What I want to talk to you about is… well, us,” he started slowly. His heart picked up speed within his chest even though he wasn’t actually talking to Bex. “I haven’t been completely honest with you about… about who I am. I haven’t been honest with myself, either, but I want to change that, starting now. Bex, I care about you very much and losing you as a friend would wreck me, but I can’t be your boyfriend anymore.” The words flowed from him with surprising ease. When he talked instead of obsessively thinking about what he wanted to say, it came naturally to him.

“I’m gay, and I need to stop hurting both of us by pretending that I’m not.”

Morgan thought carefully, trying to think of Bex’s worst case scenario and some response that wouldn’t crush Eddie’s spirit. Empathy wasn’t always her strong suit, and this had been going on for a little while… “Oh. When you say that, do you mean, did you know that you were when you asked me out? And when we kissed?”

“Yes,” Eddie responded hesitantly. He needed to be as honest as possible and not allow himself to hide behind excuses. Even if he did, he knew Morgan would call him out. “At the time, I thought it might be something I could change or, at least, conceal by being in a relationship with you. I understand if you’re upset with me, but I… I really do care about you. I never should’ve wrapped you up in my self-loathing. You deserve better than that.”

“I...can’t believe you used me like that. I think...I’m going to need a little bit of time with this. All this time, I was sort of hoping you’d be one of the few people who wasn’t lying to me,” Morgan said, choosing her words carefully. “But I don’t hate you Eddie. I could never hate you. And I don’t want to stop being your friend. Are you--gonna be okay and all?”

Eddie appreciated Morgan’s commitment to letting things play out honestly even though it stung. “I’m sorry for being so selfish. I will try my best to make it up to you in the future, if you’ll let me. Once… once you’ve had time, of course.” At the very least, Morgan elected to have her version of Bex not cut him out of her life completely. It gave him a little hope. “Yeah, yeah, I’m gonna be okay,” he said softly, slipping out of the scene as he struggled a little under the weight of it. He knew he could do this, or hoped he could anyway, but it was hard. And it would be even harder when it really happened. “How was that?” he asked Morgan, not Bex, hoping she would accept that he’d reached his limit. After the past 24 hours and all they entailed, he was starting to feel the gravity of emotional exhaustion take its toll.

fadaMorgan beamed and drew Eddie tight into her arms. “That was good. That was so, so good. And you were so brave. And I need to tell you now, I don’t think it’ll be that bad. But I did think that you might feel better if you’ve practiced the worst-case scenario with her I could think of, and know it’ll be okay. And it will be. One way or another, I know it will be okay with you and Bex. Alright?”

Eddie melted into the embrace immediately. He appreciated how well Morgan already knew to take care of him. After years spent being touch-starved, moments like this were life-savers. “I’m glad you played it that way,” he said as he wrapped his arms around her. “Prepare for the worst, hope for the best.” Everything felt heavy, but he only needed to carry it a little further. “I trust you,” he said, meaning it with his entire heart. “I think I’m gonna be okay.”

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Drabble I had written in my journal during class and typed up last night in google docs. I’m pretty happy with it!

Simbako belongs to @plaguenevermore !

I can’t cut this (on mobile rn) til later so please block the tag “long post” if you want to skip over it!

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Her eyes closed, feeling the cool breeze on her face as the opened the door leading to the roof of her apartment building. Looking over the bustle of the city from above always put her heart at ease. Maybe it was seeing the world in a wider scale, or that it all looked so small from up above, or maybe it was that siren call of swinging her legs over the edge yet still being able to overcome it. Either way, it was a sort of sanctuary after a long day. It was something that she was sure she wasn’t supposed to have access to, and it was merely coincidence that the few staff who would have any reason to be up there didn't lock the door. She was sure no one else really knew the door could be opened.

So it shocked her to see someone already on the roof, sitting on the edge of the roof and a beer in hand. Mantis looked at her own strawberry lagers in the six pack hooked on her fingers before cutting her eyes back. The city lights outlined his silhouette, messy hair evident as well as what looked to be bandages wrapped up to his elbows. That’s when it finally hit her. Eyes widening, her words escaped her lips before she even had the chance to stop herself.

“Simbako-?”

He immediately tensed, straightening up at the sound of another voice. He quickly turned to face her, already looking hostile and like he was trying to find his words. “The fuck are you doing here?” He snarled, though he was already planning how he’d make an escape; or if push came to shove, he was sure he could handle her on his own. Mantis put her free hand up, a small gesture as she moved forward.

“I could ask you the same, this is… er,” she faltered for a moment, thinking over her words. She couldn’t possibly tell him she lived in this complex. “... I usually relax here ‘cause it’s quiet.” to be fair, that wasn’t a lie, but the way his eyebrow raised made her realize how much more suspicious she sounded. She shook her head, pulling one of the glass bottles from the cardboard six pack she was holding and offered it out to him as she got closer. “Here, relax. I swear I’m not here to do anything. Er… do you mind having some company?”

Simbako looked to the hero, then the lager in her hand, before taking it with a resigned shrug. “Thanks, I think.” He muttered, looking away as Mantis sat just beside the edge, resting her drink on it’s raised eaves before crossing her arms over the edge. The silence between them was thick with tension, neither sure what exactly to say before Simbako finally spoke up.

“... So why the hell are you being so nice to me?” He watched her as she kept her eyes fixed on the city skyline, quiet for a moment longer before she finally answered.

“You haven’t really done anything to me yet,” she hummed, “Plus, I’m more of a ‘small time villain’ sort. I’m nowhere near as strong or useful as the others, and I’m pretty sure the couple times I got in fights with you and Rayne were ‘cause I was in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

He merely nodded along to that, taking a sip of the lager she had given him. His face scrunched up a little.

“This is really sweet.”

“Beats the convenience store beer you got.” She laughed, taking another swig of her own bottle. “So, why are you up here? Shouldn’t you be home?”

Simbako shrugged, the condensation of the glass bottle soaking into the wraps around his palms. “ I dunno, its just… some time to slow down. Nosy little shit, aren’t ya?”

“Hey, just trying to make some conversation.”

There was another stretch of silence between the two, but instead of it being tense, it felt like a more comfortable silence. At least, to Mantis it did. Her antennas twitched, slugging through half the bottle, the way only someone used to- or unbothered by the bitter burn could. Her eyes drifted from the city lights and the low din of cars and people to Simbako’s face. It wasn’t hard to notice the bags under his eyes, the unkempt scruff on his face. She knew this man was someone to be wary of- or hell, scared of- but most of what she was feeling was some sort of sympathy. He looked absolutely exhausted, eyes glazed, and it wasn’t because of the alcohol. Seeing his eyes suddenly cut over to meet hers, she quickly looked away, finishing off the rest of her bottle before setting it aside and already pawing for a second.

“What ya mentioned before; you’re a lot fuckin tougher than you look, it’s almost annoying. I swear ya held your own pretty good against Rayne.”

Mantis stopped mid pull of the second bottle cap, shocked by the sudden compliment and her mind clicking back to what exactly he had meant. “Uh- really? She tased my ass til I could taste peanut butter for a couple days, I’m pretty sure she won.” He held back a laugh, only a small huff escaping him before he continued.

“Didn’t say ya won, just that you’re tough. Between that and staying in Daxton, I thought for sure you’d be gone by now. This place is a shithole.”

“The whole world pretty much is, y’know?”

“... not what I’d expect from miss “I wanna play hero”.”

It was Mantis’ turn to glare up at him, a frown on her face as she studied the very light smirk on his face.

“Just ‘cause things are bad doesn’t mean I can't make the world better for someone, mister… erm-... mister half naked all the damned time!” That one did make him laugh a bit, shaking his head. “You’re just jealous you can't walk around like this.”

“I-! … Okay, maybe I am a little bit…!” Mantis laughed, obviously a bit tipsy but her laughter was sweet and genuine. “Really though, I’m not here to lecture you on hero stuff. I’ve just… have my reasons.”

“And I have mine.”

“Such as…?”

“There ya go being fuckin nosy again.” He had to admit her laid back, joking manner was contagious, to the point that even his usual grumbled retorts took on a lighter tone. Mantis was about to reply when a soft melody played from her pocket. She fished her phone from her pocket, tapping the screen a couple times until the alarm finally stopped. “Ugh, I can’t be up here much longer, I gotta sleep.”

“ ‘bout time, I thought you were gonna talk my ear off.”

Mantis rolled her eyes, picking up the half empty six pack and putting the empty bottles in the slots to throw out. As she picked up the empty convenience store one from Simbakos’ side, she gave him a sheepish grin. “...Uhm, thanks for keeping me company. I appreciate it. If you…” She stopped before shaking her head and continuing. “Just, you know where to find me most nights. I’m not gonna turn you away or be upset if you stop by again.” There was a mix of confusion and surprise on his face as she trailed off, but he simply nodded and turned away again. There wasn’t much else to say to that, so Mantis opened the roof access again, quietly closing the door behind her. Face to face with the stairs again, a mixture of different emotions and the alcohol warming her body kept her in place at the top for a moment. She was sure that’d be the last she saw of him, outside of watching Blade and the others fighting him, and all she could do was sigh, shake her head, and take that first step.

At least she had gotten him to laugh, she felt a weird sense of pride at that.

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Dedication (Kita x reader) | Chapter 4

ೃ‧₊› a b o u t  t h i s  p o s t° ➮ Pairing: Kita Shinsuke x reader ➮ series ➮ Tags: fluff ➮ Word Count: 897

Waking up in the morning wasn’t an easy task when you had to wake up by a certain time. At least you were able to break down daunting tasks, like projects, into smaller, more manageable goals, but with waking up, thinking did not exist. It simply poofed overnight. 

“(y/n)! Wake up!” you heard your mom yell from downstairs. You could smell breakfast, which increased the amount you were torn between staying in bed and waking up. You really wanted to get up, but getting up sounded more and more enticing as time went on. 

5:55 AM.

“Ughh…” you turned over to the other side, knowing that you had to wake up soon. You started by stretching; it was always a good idea to stretch when you woke up. Your arms and legs had grown stiff overnight, and they needed a bit of stretching when you woke up. It really wasn’t much, but it was something to get you up and moving out of the covers. 

“(y/n)! Hurry up, oh my god, the same boy’s waiting for you outside,” your mom yelled again, after what seemed like two seconds. It really wasn’t, but time was warped until you were fully awake- which happened right when you processed what happened.

Wait- wait. WAIT A MINUTE. HE- HE’S WAITING FOR ME? HUH?! WHAT THE- Your brain suddenly switched to “awake” mode and you rushed downstairs in your pajamas, almost stumbling from the crutches. 

“Mom, what did you say?” 

“I said that he was waiting for you outside; I let him in since it’s rude to let him keep waiting there. Get changed.”

“Oh my god-” You turned to see Kita Shinsuke helping your mother out. 

“He insisted- he’s really raised very well.” 

“It’s nothing, I have nothin’ better do to anyways.”

“But what about mornin’ practice-”

“Coach let me off to take care of ya. He’s worried.” 

You blinked- you shouldn’t have been surprised though. After all, you’d been to the Kurosu’s house before (coach’s family)- (b/f/n) liked being there over her own house and would take you with her. You had talked to her last night over the phone and she came by with some (favorite cookies) for you. 

“Oh, thanks,” you looked back upstairs. “Oh, I’m going to get changed first.” 

“Yeah,” you heard him reply as you made your way to your room. 

Oh my god what in the- he seriously just came here like he comes here and he makes himself look good like- is he trying to impress my mom? It’s working? Uhm, …

This was the quickest you ever finished changing (you would think, well, the quickest you tried to change). You made your way downstairs and ate what your mom had made you for breakfast. She had made some for Kita and at first he refused, but he ended up eating with you anyways.

“I’ll be off now,” you waved to your mom.

“Take care,” she waved back, and you turned to face the road ahead of you. It started off in a comfortable silence. The two of you knew the way, and you’d gotten a bit more used to the crutches. 

“Oh, uhm, I’d like to thank you for yesterday- you didn’t have to come over this morning either. I’ll get you something tomorrow,” you said, turning away from him just a little at the end. 

“Don’t worry about it. Ya need to rest and I’ll take care of ya till yer all better,” he said, with a slight smile on his face. No one else had really seen him smile, except for the club, and you were beginning to think he really liked you. 

Back to silence. 

“So, uh, maybe tell me about the team a little? Since I’m going to be managing and everything,” you asked, just trying to break the silence. 

“Ahaha, sure,” he agreed, with a small laugh

He told you about the time Atsumu lost his phone and Kita had to find it for him. He asked ‘Samu, “Where’s my phone?” and his brother replied, “Dunno, didn’t touch it.” Atsumu was absolutely sure that his brother had taken his phone, and there ended up being a fight. Of course, Suna has it all on camera. 

“Ya totally did! Hand it over!” 

“I don’t have it; how can I hand it over if I don’t have it?” 

He told you that later, he’d found it in the changing room. 

He also told you about the time Suna didn’t show up to morning practice. The twins literally went to his house. Kita tried to stop them, but to no avail, as they had already dashed off to Suna’s house. They even made that a competition- whoever got there first wasn’t the loser. Suna awoke to loud yelling noises- the twins were mad at him for taking a video of them they didn’t like. He didn’t want to deal with them, so he called Kita and he made his way over there to smack some sense into them 

“Don’t be so loud, yer gonna wake up his neighbors,” the twins heard after they had accepted a call from Kita. 

You laughed at the stories- the team seemed so fun and it was nice to hear about them. Kita told a few more after those two, and by the time he finished, you’d reached the school.

A/N: I’m late. no excuses i forgot to finish it.

Taglist;  @samthegirlnextdoor​ @bokutosworld​ @kekekeke19​ @hi-im-a-bat​ @kisasaysmuah

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Dec 19th, Saturday 12:10

Jens was quite surprised by the notion that they were perfectly on time. Traffic into Brussels had been fairly light, given it was so early on a saturday. He had expected to have more people on the streets the weekend before christmas, when he had parked the car at his grandparents house to drop of his mom and sister. Perhaps the ongoing pandamic warrented reason enough to stay at home, he guessed. And because they had managed to be so quick, Lucas and him had found time to join for a larger second breakfast.

He wasn’t gonna lie, it had him incredibly nervous to introduce his boyfriend. His grandmother wasn’t a close-minded person, but he could definitely see that she didn’t quite understood at first. But over breakfast she seemed to come to terms with it. He was very grateful for his mom doing most of the talking. 

His grandfather in the meantime greeted Lucas, calling him Robbe at least two more times afterwards, causing Lotte to call the old man silly, not comprehending, that their grandfather was sick himself. Jens apologised each time, explaining the dementia of his grandfather, but Lucas didn’t seemed to be bothered by it, after the initial confusion.

The couple left at exactly a quarter to twelve, with warm goodbyes and hugs and a large plastic box filled with freshly made cookies. To keep them from starving on their long journey ahead. Jens didn’t mention the cotton bag on the passenger seat, already containing way too many sweats, and instead joined Lucas to thank her for the thoughtfullness.

Sander and Robbe stumbled out of the trainstation, the same minute Jens stopped his car infront of Brussels central to pick up the two yawning boys.

The four quickly rummaged through the trunk of the car, fitting the additional bags into the spot, that had hold his mom’s and Lotte’s luggage before. Jens thanked Robbe at least for a whole minute, that they had taken the train here to join them, when everyone else had managed to leave from Antwerp. They had three packed cars in total, the other two driven by Senne and Milan. Though with their little drop off and no intention to have to organise for all of the group to stick together, they probably would arrive last.

Not a minute later, the boys were on their way. And just a moment later, the silence was already broken.

„Sander and me actually put a playlist together, it’s only 6 hours long though. I guess you’ll have to cover the last two.“ Lucas grinned from the passenger seat, already fishing for his phone from his crumbled up jacket on the floor to his feet.

„Oh my god, no.“ Jens groaned, not seriously discontent or upset about the procamation, but just to make a point, that he wasn’t quite prepared for a day long journey spend in the 70s.

„You get used to that, trust me. But agreed!“ Robbe offered from the seat right behind him on the beackseat. At least he had his best friend backing him.

„What is that supposed to mean?“ Sander pretended too be deeply offended by his boyfriends word’s, clutching his chest.

„Exactly what I said.“ Robbe stated, causing Lucas to simply laugh in response, as the boy was busy figuring out the car’s display menu. Jens definitely wouldn’t win this.

„Robbe. Robbe. Hey Robbe!“ Jens had to call a couple of times, in order to break up the bickering couple on the backseat. Now caught in an silly argument about Robbe’S music taste instead.

„Yeah?“ His best friend asked, accepting Sander’s hand to hold as an piece offering, before he turned to face the front.

„I have an idea!“ Jens declared, an ominous smirk on his lip, while he searched for Robbe in the back mirror.

„Uh-huh.“ 

„So you love me right, man?“ 

That certainly piqued everyone’s interest, as all of them stopped doing, whatever they did, to get comfortable. Jens briefly concentrated on the street ahead, waiting for Robbe’s answer.

„Of course.“ His best friend insisted. Exactly what Jens wanted to hear.

„Perfect!“ He said excited, before getting to the point. „So here is my idea: How about we forget about the last one and a half years or so ,and just pretend that you had declared your undying love for me after Jana. While I was obvously was already over her and comfortable in my sexuality. So we naturally got together, thus we can just ditch these two at the next rest stop we pass.“ 

Jens full on grinned by the time he reached the conclusion, as he hold Robbe’s gaze in the backmirror, aside from the glances back onto the street every second. „And then it is just you and me, baby!“ He winked, very pleased with himself.

Robbe laughed, the big amused smile present on his face, once he calmed down again to reply.

„Brilliant idea. Deal!“ 

Jens swiftly punched his fist in the air, before he instantly took hold of the steering wheel again. He was a responsible driver. He hoped at least, given his three passengers, he all loved dearly.

„Hey!“ 

It practiaclly echoed in unison, as their two boyfriends looked absolutely dumfounded in their outrage.

The two best friends caught in a fit of giggles at their shocked expressions. Robbe even leaning forward to sneak his hands onto Jens’s neck to stroke the naked skin, right beneath his hair. Not a bad start, Jens figured, fully playing into it, as he let his head fall back in turn.

„You literally declared your love for me yesterday morning for the first time ever, and didn’t stop telling me since then. What the fuck, Jens?“ Lucas tried to sound as hurt and accusing as he could, if it wasn’t for the grin spreading across his face betraying his pretended intentions.

„Aww that’s so cute.“ Robbe cooed, very much smitten over the newest development between the couple in front of him. 

„Yeah must be nice.“ Sander mumbled, taking his hand out of Robbe’s he still had hold onto despite the whole joke developing before.

„What?“

„I didn’t get one this morning.“ Sander pouted at his boyfriend’s questioning look, crossing his arms.

„But I di...“ Robbe paused, his eyes squinting into the space between them, as he figured, that indeed he hadn’t. He blinked, trying for puppy eyes instead to smoothen the mood.

„See, I was correct.“

„Oh but I love you so much.“ His best friend countered, blinking sweetly up at Sander, who had trouble not to give in too fast, quite in vain, when Robbe shifted a little closer, the two boys sharing a kiss.

„Aww that’s so cute.“ Jens mocked the exact tone and words, his best friend has thrown at Lucas and him a moment earlier.

„What about us though, baby?“ He teased a minute later, trying intently to sound at least a little hurt. „I thought we were gonna be a thing now?“

„Yeah, Robbe, no worries. Jens is hot, I get it.“ Sander encouraged, pushing his boyfriend slightly back again.

Lucas snorted at the comment, before he nodded and vehemntly agreed to the statement that, indeed Jens was a good looking dude.

„Uhm, does that means I can have all of you? Do I get to choose?“ Jens loudly inquired, very happy with the whole direction this took. He’d gladly took the next seven hours of their trip, to be showered in compliments.

„Dunno, do I get to top?“ Sander pulled his face into a suggesting expression, wiggling his eyebrows amused, as he stared at Jens through the back mirror, who noted it looking up to it from the road infront. The oldest boy himself barely able not to just start laughing.

„Sure.“ Jens agreed instantly, not a thought wasted, which meant in turn, that all eyes turned to him in an unusual moment of silence. His eyes quickly searched for Robbe in the mirror, abolutely loosing it, as he saw his best friend’s jaw hung open, his eyes wide in disbelief. 

„Excuse me?“ Robbe barely managed to say.

Jens simply shrugged in response. He hadn’t really contemplated it prior to this moment, but he definitely wouldn’t cross it out straight away. Why not?

„Then yeah you can have me too.“ Sander concluded, breaking out of his little stupor first. The cocky confidence back in his face, as he blew Jens a kiss, followed by a wink.

Now it was Jens who was definitely wheezing, traying hard to not loose his conentration as he stuck his eyes strictly to the front of the car, stopping at a red light luckily, for him to catch a breath. This was something he would have to made sure that the other’s vowed to never bring once they would leave the car. With them it felt easy, natural even, to joke around like this, didn’t mean he would like to have it told to others.

„I guess, I have to dissapoint though, Lucas is the only one for me. Sorry.“

A collective „awww.“ filled the car to a volume, that was definitely audible to the people outside that would pass them. But as they turned onto the highway, it fortunately made it impossible.

„Stay jealous, I win.“ Lucas proclaimed proudly, leaning over to peck a kiss on Jens’s cheek, before his boyfriend went to connect his phone over bluetooth. A minute later „I’m gonna be (500 miles)“ by The Proclaimers was blasting from the speakers. Lucas and Sander immediately singing loudly along.

Jens even caught Robbe mouthing the words to it. Traitor.

It would definitely be a long ride, that was for certain, Jens thought, sighing defeated. 

Fuck it, he thought, it was his vacation. So he shook his head with a smile, before he gave in and just joined his friends, allowing him to simply have some fun. 

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let’s start a week of fun and fluff, what do you guys think? well deserved after last week, huh? 🥰