#Keysorsomething

[madstronaut]

it is currently madstro'clock and it is FaFiCoWriYear in this house

the original FaFiCoWriMo post feels too long to keep reblogging but I'm choking laughing right now because I decided to link it and this image above is what I see - FUCK IT WE BALL 😂😂😂😂😂😂 (truly my whole tumblr vibe)

me: gonna plug away at commenting on all the fics I’ve read lately that I love hmm should take a break 

also me: *takes break by looking for other fics to read*

I was completely taken off-guard by stumbling on this fic while mindlessly scrolling on tumblr and having it show up in my recs, so yes i live-blogged by reading even though I HAVE SO MANY OTHER DRAFTS OPEN BUT IT'S COS I END UP RE-READING CERTAIN FICS OVER AND OVER AND I KEEP FINDING NEW COMMENTS TO WRITE IM STILL THINKNIG OF COMMENTS I MISSED ON FICS I ALREADY COMMENTED ON BUT ANYWAY AHEM- 

without further ado, pls stay for the rambly thoughts, then flee in fright because of the increasing levels of unhinged commentar-

Reading: Touch-starved Nikto fic series by @keysorsomething

- "his current running theory was that you must have some form of brain damage. Perhaps you were dropped as a baby."

hehehehehehehe i swear nikto writers capture what i think would be his sense of humor with bullseye accuracy imho

- “His bright blue eyes broke through the dim lighting as if they were backlit by two LED bulbs in his skull.”

“You crack your eye open, meeting his piercing blue stare, like hot water down the back of your shirt.”

OMG TRULY THIS ENCAPSULATES THE EXPERIENCES OF BEHOLDING HIS EYES/WHAT I IMAGINE EYE CONTACT WITH NIKTO IS LIKE???

- “Maybe you could weird him out enough for him to leave you be..?”

literally held my breath reading the next few paragraphs til I read “He’s very gentle”

I don’t know what exactly it is about gentle touch but it can cut through people’s armor & walls like butter IRL and in fic and I JUST *am exploding, cannot type further*

- “His eyes looked like he was blinking on occasion, which was actually mildly upsetting because there goes your Christmas present for him.”

honestly what a thoughtful gift for the reader to get him eyedrops lmao *tell me u have a crush without telling me u have a crush, oh nothing just got you an extremely specific gift cos I noticed small details about you*

- “Did this count at fraternization?”

LMAO READER THIS MADE ME CRY LAUGHING “Im SORRy i woNT TOUCH HIM WITH TWO FINGERS AGAIN, IM SORRY I MISSED IT IN MY CONTRACT COS I WAS TOO BUSY STARING AT ALL THE $$$$-

- “I wanna know what’s up-” you pause “-man,” you tack it on, but quickly feel like you shouldn’t have. Who the fuck calls a guy like this man?

omg I am alr in love i fucking looooove awkward!readers

- trope alert trope alert trope alert STORAGE CLOSET READER? REALLY? (yes please god yes im so happy rn)

i would like to kneel before this all-powerful goofy ass awkward adorable reader who has nikto scared in a closet looking for ways out 

- “Not like that,” You correct, and he just eyes you more confusedly. “I mean, not yet..? Look,” You sigh,”

the “i mean, not yet” - like omg nikto if i was in ur shoes hearing this i would have to suppress the strong urge to immediately make out and probably fail to stopper the hearts exploding from my body (and ofc hide the involuntary boner popping maybe hello?)

- ““See you tonight,” Klaus mocks.”

i pity these fools, reader has just tamed nikto, i would beat all their asses immediately singlehandedly from the sheer high and power trip i would be on

- if someone referred to me as ‘one of the three snoopiest bitches on base’ i would get it tattooed on my collarbones probably

- ‘being called into König’s office and being scolded about fraternizing’ - thisisaniktoficstopthirstingforkonigthisisaniktoficstopthirstingforkonigthisisaniktoficstopthirstingforkonigthisisaniktoficstopthirstingforkonigthisisaniktoficstopthirstingforkonigthisisaniktoficstopthirstingforkonigthisisaniktoficstopthirstingforkonig

- ‘His guns are neatly lined up against the wall, biggest to smallest.’

CUTECUTECUTECUTECUTECUTE omg i just know he prob has nicknames for them too

- ““Нет,” He replies firmly. He’s in more comfortable clothes, something you’ve never seen before.”

i am probably dating myself here but at the tight t-shirt and sweats description all i hear is BOWCHICKAWOWOWOWWWWW

- “Your eyes stay on him intensely as he lays down in the bed, sliding under the covers. “You are here to help us sleep,”

ok all my horniness left me (ok almost all not all of it of course not i would die) and i just felt so tender and awwwwwwww of it all, esp. the reader comparing his grip to a child with their lovie :( 

- “You see the faint, deep-brown shaping of his brows, his long eyelashes, the scar that covers the right side, but most importantly, the pale gleam of his skin in the little light.

He had washed the eyeblack off. And he had done it just for you.”

I am left speechless here; the buildup to this scene is storytelling and climactic perfection in my opinion

then i clicked on next part and it is titled “caught” and i screamed out loud lol

- “You dare to even think you want the world to melt away, for time to be this moment and this moment alone, always and forever, but should you really let him boss you around like that?”

looooooooove, totally captures that feeling when u have one of those 'time stands still/you wished time stood still' moments IRL

also YES READER WITH A SPINE/BRAIN IS ALSO MY OTHER KINK

- also as much as ive somehow developed a bizarrely unquenchable thirst for graves (do not @ me, i know, i have problems and I love it) canon graves is exactly how id imagine he’d be like in this fic esp with the constant mansplaining

- "How do you deny a masked man who’s speaking in his mother tongue?"

YOU CANT. YOU JUST CAN’T! IT’S A LAW OF NATURE. IT IS SCIENTIFIC FACT. IT IS IRREFUTABLE. IT IS ABSOLUTE TRUTH. IT IS DIVINE DOGMA. IN THIS ESSAY I WILL-

- “When you look into his eyes, you feel like he wants nothing more than to touch you, and you feel he agrees that this moment is ever so precious. But he doesn’t want to touch you. Perhaps he’s afraid, or perhaps he doesn’t like his face being touched, so he won’t touch yours. The Golden Rule and all that.”

“It’s all the best thing to ever happen in this place, and you have a feeling it’s the best thing to have ever happened to him.”

““Nikto?” You ask, voice soft and wavering, like if you speak too loud you’ll create a rip in space-time and it will have never happened.”

again i feel like someone has snipershot me to the heart with tenderness, everything about this fic and the premise just speaks to a core desire i have to create moments like this, to bypass someone’s armor and touch their heart, and be a source of healing for hurt just by the gift of our mere presence and vice versa - and have this moment and memory become an indescribable source of light and strength in dark and dreary times to be taken out and relived over and over again as needed (or is it just me that does this lol idk)  

fanfic writers never change and keep creating pls <3 ur words create worlds that inspire and brighten our IRL world <3

- i am deeply moved by the indescribable tenderness of nikto waking reader up by softly patting their cheek - this man known and infamous for his harshness and aggression - UNF

-  “As always, they are an icy blue that doesn’t match the feeling of having them on you at all. But by now they feel so much cooler than before, like a warm hug or a heated blanket instead of a hot iron.”

if you’ve known any blue-eyed folx up close i have most def seen their eye color change with emotions, sooo fascinating and hot

- ummmmm my jaw fucking dropped when i realized he leaned in…TO KISS HER? I THOUGHT HE WAS ALSO GONNA REST HIS EYES AND JUST SLEEP FOR A BIT NEXT TO HER? OMG the emotional rOLLERCOASTER THIS STORY HAS TAKEN ME ON *running to download it as we speak*

- BUT aHHHH HTHE ACTUAL SCREAM WHEN READER RUNS INTO KONIG

- omg when reader starting sniffling i just want to hug her and also go back in the room and yell at konig OMG YOU MADE OUR HIGHLY TRAINED PMC-LEVEL KILLER READER CINNAMON ROLL CRY I WILL HURT YOU SIR IDK HOW COS IM LIKE 5’2 BUT IF I HAVE TO CLIMB U LIKE A TREE TO DO SO I WILL TO GET IN YOUR FACE-

- “Who the hell can you trust? Both not to talk, but also with Nikto.” - ends up being Velikan meanwhile me busy shredding the post-it behind my back hoping/suggesting it’s dmitry bale and trying not to cry- (ignore me dmitry is my current hyper fixation)

- i wont lie i am both so heart warmed by how tender and sweet reader is for being so good at reading body language and also laughing my ass off at her having this kinda complicated conversation with velikan who does not talk, mostly growls also while typing this his name autocorrected to pelican and i cannot stop fucking laughing

- omg DMITRY REFERENCE I SCREAMED OUT LOUD (it’s like 1130pm where i am, sorry to my apt neighbors)

- also omg i am crying at this allegiance letter with sputnik, i love both how thoughtful and it is and how it highlights each member and their personality - and that the return of sputnik returned some good memories back to nikto <3, shoutout to any PTSD folx who also deal with blankouts, flashbacks, and having good memory recall be a total struggle street - i think i would openly sob if someone did for me the emotional equivalent of what velikan (and allegiance and by extension reader) did for nikto here with sputnik <3 (and now im remembering IRL times people have done this for me and now im crying omg THE POWER OF FANFIC Y’ALL)

-AH YEGOR CAMEO? MY FAVORITE UKRAINIAN OPERATOR IN ALL OF COD? (madstro, there’s only one ukrainian operat-SHUT UP I SAID MY FAVORITE UKRAINIAN OPERATOR SHOWED UP)

- also i love how Velikan is written here - “This motherfucker was going to get him put on Fatal Attractions.” i would chill and fuck with him and also probably kill for him hahaha jk or am i-

- very into this irresponsible driver yet simultaneously responsible dog dad rodion rn

- also love the small touch of velikan removing his mask to look yegor in the eye asking if krueger is dead or not

the absolute ride this fic took me on???? incredible incredible incredible this is going in my list of top favorite COD fics @keysorsomething and if i could boost this in the nikto fics tag i would but i'll mostly just be salivating here in the corner over this fic in the meantime, tyvm <3

#madstrothought #FaFiCoWriMo #call of duty #nikto #Keysorsomething #touch-starved nikto fics #The Shape #Easing Into It #Into The Hyena's Den #SPUTNIK the hyena #Bright & Early #Unprofessional #Everyone has a Reason to Stay (Primireniye)

[keysorsomething]

Shameless plug

Hello, everyone! I just want to thank you all for all the support I've been getting since I started posting The Shape. I just wanted to talk about something really quick

The first story I posted under the name Keysorsomething was an SCP fic titled Wide New World on Ao3. And, now that I'm a better writer, I've decided to rewrite it, as most of the chapters were rushed and mostly disjointed nonsense My other works that are not CoD-related don't do too well here, and I won't be posting the whole rewrite on Tumblr, but here's the prologue to drum up some hype, I guess

Note: This was written and released prior to the SCP-8662 slot being filled on the wiki

Dr. Arin Akins, newly appointed level 4 researcher of the Interpersonal Affairs department of the SCP Foundation and former skip. About 6'4, but sure doesn't act it. Been at the Foundation for about 55 years, been with the Foundation for almost 30. Currently walking down hall A-1, in the office wing of Site-19. He stops, grinning widely at the blinking light right before the turn to office 5.

"See, Clef? Told ya it was faulty wiring," Dr. Akins grins, turning to the other man, who scoffs and bumps his arm.

"And?" He asks, clearly unimpressed. 

"You said it was the bulb, but we changed it last night," Dr. Akins says, turning back to the light, watching as it flickers. "You owe me fifty bucks!" He cheers, but Dr. Clef pushes past him, grumbling. "Hey, a bet's a bet."

"I was drunk," Clef groans, covering his face. He still had a hangover. 

"Doesn't mean you can't pay up!" And the door slams, the conversation over. Dr. Akins smiles to himself, shaking his head. He stands there for a moment, staring up into the flickering light. He sighs, continuing down the hall before slipping into his own office. "Hey, Church," He whispers, the cat rubbing at his ankles and purring loudly. Dr. Akins closes the door behind him, humming a soft tune as he places his cup of coffee down. He takes the can opener, opens the wet food, and puts it in its usual spot by the base of his desk. "What'd ya wanna watch today, bud?" He asks as he sits down with a sigh. 

He turns his TV on, scrolling mindlessly for a horror movie to put on in the background while he works. The man needed the sound - he couldn't work without it. He finds one, something he'd never seen before, clicking it on low volume and turning to the papers on his desk. They'd been delivered by someone on the night staff he'd befriended, another way his routine differed from his coworkers. They would have to pick up their work on the utility level. Some had assistants, and some work would be sent from person to person like it was mail throughout the day. 

But, Dr. Akins didn't have an assistant for the same reason he didn't have kids, he had no clue where to start with them, and his time being one sure was no positive example. However, he knew that was likely to end. Anyone who didn't pick up an assistant by the time they were level four - if they got to level four - was given one. Usually overflow, or anomaly signed on to staff, or someone whose previous mentor was killed.

He was the second example - former SCP-8662, assigned to a man by the name of Dr. Gray. He was an asshole of a man no one on-site liked. Dr. Akins himself did not understand why at first, but it was quick to pick up on. He was a bigot. There was no way to get around it. It was nothing surprising for the time, or for his age. And it was nothing surprising to Dr. Akins. He had seen many, many things in his life. It was a long life, but to the man who trained him, he was some insubordinate kid that he wanted nothing to do with. Dr. Gray was not a fan of anomalous beings, nor anyone else who was not just like him. Dr. Akins was often 'it' or 'the thing' in conversation, even as he was standing right there. It didn't bother him much anymore, Dr. Grey was dead.

Alas, it was not at his own hands, and he could never be sure if he was upset over it or grateful for it. He sighs, shaking the thoughts of the man out of his mind. He didn't need to remember Dr. Gray, the same way he didn't need to remember his mother or father. There was no fondness in the memories, and they were long gone. Of course, his parents had been longer than Dr. Gray. 

Dr. Akins finds it in the pile of papers on his desk. He takes a breath, closing his eyes shut and lowering it. The pretty, white envelope with the bright yellow wax stamp shutting it glaring back at him when his eyes reopen. He knows exactly who sent it. And he knows exactly what's inside of it. He couldn't tell you exactly what was stressing him out so much about the letter. Maybe it was the worry of fucking up. Maybe it was a lot of things. The thought that this doesn't have to happen crosses his mind. He can throw it out, burn it, pretend he never got it. He has methods at his disposal. He eyes the trash can at the side of his desk.

He can't bring himself to cast it out, however. So, instead, despite his fear, he breaks it open and pulls the contents out. Unlike the envelope, the paper was aged, yellow. It smells of perfume, one he was familiar with but could not recall the name of. It was another staple of the sender.

"Dear Dr. Arin Akins.

My dear friend, congratulations on reaching level four! Finally on par with all those big shots at Site-19, eh? We sure miss you out here in the 'country', but I'm sure I need not tell you such things. You should come visit, though. See where it all started, with your 30 years upcoming. That is nuts to me, to think that it has been over thirty years since we met, and sat in that small interview room. That is not what I am writing to you about, however.

I am sure you know what the real purpose of this letter is. You may be unsure of why I am not sending it, instead of one of the directors at Site-19, but that is because I may have found a workaround or two. With a little nudging of the 05's - my expertise, if you recall - I have convinced them to change tradition a tad. Not break it, of course. You were always for bending things, though, I remember. Anywho -

You will be assigned an assistant out of the batch of newbies. I couldn't fudge it enough to get them to let you choose, but, I do have the declassified information on who you will be sent. 

A young English woman by the name of Jessica Bunny. Fresh out of college, so you won't have to worry about the schooling issues, the usual age for a young researcher here. She is average - perhaps too much so, for you, my friend - but she will be a good kid. And a good trainee. Try not to frighten her too much! The lot should be here within the next two weeks.

-Dir. 'E' Morgan"

Dr. Akins' eyes scan the page once. Than twice. Then a third time, before a scream on the TV startles him out of his silent panic. He jerks back, looking around. His breathing is heavy. He isn't ready for this, he isn't ready at all. But, Church jumps up on the desk, sniffing at his face and then headbutting him. He lets out a shaky breath, then nods. 

"You're right. I can, Church. I can do it," He whispers, running his hands down the back of the cat. "We can do it, even. We." 

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