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hii! i wanted to ask a drabble from the bingo ‘strange to lovers’ where steve and reader meet like the characters from the movie 101 dalmatians. i know it sounds weird but i thought it could be cute (also sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language!)
OH MY GOD THATS SO CUTE
Pls I LOVE this idea. It’s the cutest thing ever. I’m so glad you came up with that. Thank you for requesting!
Btw, you can request ’strangers to lovers’ again, there are no limitations!:)
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Love on the first splash
Warnings: none! Just fluff:) and yes, Steve has a golden retriever because I feel like he’d have one
It was a warm and sunny day, perfect for a walk. That’s exactly what your girl thought, too, excitingly jumping up and down when you grabbed her leash. After letting you hook the leash to her collar you grabbed your black hat and put it on. One last glance into the mirror told you you were ready to go out. A simple, black dress with white dots and equally black heeled ballerinas. A bit ironic, since you had a Dalmatian girl.
“Come on Dotty, let’s go enjoy the amazing weather”, you smiled at your dog, leaving your apartment. Your well-behaved girl walked besides your legs, sometimes stopping to sniff something or doing her business.
You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling, unknowingly showing the man who was watching you from his window your beautiful smile.
Steve sighed quietly, averting his gaze from you and grabbing his protein shake that he mostly drank to fulfill all his needed calories.
He had noticed you quite often, especially in the dog park and even once in the café he sometimes got his coffee from. (Now more often since he had seen you there.)
But he started to feel like a creep. Never talking to you, just watching you from his window sometimes. He just never knew how to start a conversation with you. The most he achieved was a smile while jogging past you.
And whenever you smiled back, he nearly tripped over his own feet.
He took another sip of his smoothie, nearly spilling it when his golden retriever boy ran right into his legs with his leash in his mouth. Shaking his head he started assaulting Steve with his leash and hitting his legs. “Ouch! Ouch! Okay-I get it-you want to go out-fine, fine, fine just stop”, he immediately grabbed the leash. “Okay Buddy, let’s go out-but I should change. I'm still in my work out clothes so-Okay! Okay ouch! I get it. No changing I get it-“
With that the two left the building.
Within a few minutes he was already in the dog park, noticing you sitting on a bench, stroking your Dalmatian's head, while she leaned her head on your thigh. He smiled at you, but you didn’t even notice it.
Just then did you take a quick picture of your dog, before feeling someone’s gaze on you. You immediately looked up, meeting the blue eyes of an attractive man. It wasn’t the first time you had seen him here, but you never talked to each other.
The corners of your lips twitched upward, but you lowered your gaze again not wanting to stare at him. This would be rude.
Head shaking you decided to walk with Dotty one more round before going back home. Dotty seemed happy with the walk, especially when a bird started singing sitting at the edge of a fountain. You stopped to admire it, or well, Dotty did. A soft laugh escaped your lips. “What, you like it? Sounds nice, doesn’t it?”, you smiled, also listening to the pretty song.
Just then did a dog walk up to you, making Dotty walk behind you, him following. So did his owner.
The beefy blue-eyed guy.
“Oh no! Dotty, don’t do that!” You gasped when she walked around your legs again.
The leash being long enough for it to slowly wrap around your legs, while his dog still followed Dotty, now even circling the man himself. “Hey Buddy-stop it-I can’t move”, he gasped in surprise, feeling the rope tightening around his legs, making him step closer to you. At this point he could smell your perfume, feel the soft material of your dress tickling him.
“Stop your dog! The leashes are all tangled up now”, you said harshly, trying to push away the (good looking) man who was way too close at this point, your chests pressed against each other. From all the hectic steps and movements you’ve lost your hat.
“I’m sorry Miss, but I can’t do anything-it’s your dog-“ “my dog?! She didn’t do anything. Your dog started chasing her-” “he just wanted to greet her-it’s what dogs do-“ “don’t tell me what dogs do, I’m-oh god” You felt one of the dogs push against your legs, making you stumble forward and step onto the stranger's foot.
You both lost your balance, especially with Steve’s knees hitting the edge of the fountain, falling back and into the water. Being bound together you couldn’t do anything to provide falling onto the man. The last thing that you could hear was Steve’s ‘Fuck’ before falling.
Right into the cold water.
Gasping you tried to pull yourself up, unintentionally pushing steve into the water all over again, making him cough loudly. “Wait-stop your wriggling or you’ll drown me!” That’s when you finally stopped moving, letting the man sit up and unhook the dogs-both immediately starting running and playing together.
“I’m so sorry about all this”, Steve started apologizing, slowly unwrapping the leashes from around your bodies. Even though the water he was sitting in was cold, he felt his blood boiling. His face was covered with red color, the blush creeping up till the very tips of his ears. “I have no idea why Buddy did it- I mean he probably just wanted to get to know your dog-“ “Dotty.” “What?
“Her name is Dotty”, only then did Steve seem to understand, nodding slowly, while he threw both leashes out of the water. “I guess Dotty and Buddy are becoming friends-I’m pretty sure they’re chasing a squirrel”, this time you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing.
And Steve felt like it was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard, even compared to all those beautiful bird songs. Nothing was as beautiful as your laugh.
“I’m Steve”, he finally introduced himself, shaking your hand when you took it. “I’m Y/N”, with that he helped you stand up, the dress clinging to your body and pulling you down, nearly making you stumble again, but Steve’s quick reflexes allowed him to catch you.
Your breath hitched when you felt his big palms on your waist, your chest feeling tighter, your hands itching to touch him, but you managed to hold back. Clearing your throat you took a step back, making sure not to fall again. Steve helped you step out of the fountain, water still dripping from your clothes and hair, both of you completely drenched.
“That’s not how I imagined our first interaction to turn out”, you heard the blond mumble, making you look up in surprise. “What-what do you mean?” The blush reappeared on Steve’s cheeks, while he shrugged.
“It’s just…I’ve noticed you a few times but I was too shy to actually talk to you-but I wanted to-just without all the…chaos that came with it”, Steve said truthfully, picking up the leashes and calling for his dog. You did the same. “Well, since we’ve already talked..and our dogs are friends…we should keep them apart, you know”, you mumbled, feeling your own face heat up.
While you hooked Dotty at her leash you didn’t notice Steve’s big smile while he watched you. “So…you want for our dogs to have a dog-play-date?”, he laughed happily. Your own chuckle following.
You nodded and watched Steve’s smile turn into an even bigger grin. “Maybe tomorrow? Same time?”, he suggested nervously and you immediately felt butterflies tingle in your stomach.
“Tomorrow sounds great. It’s a date.”
Bonus:
Just when you turned around Steve called your name. “You forgot your hat!”, he jogged up to you with your hat. Smiling he put it on your head, not noticing the remaining water and coins in it, till it all dropped over your head, making you even wetter, the coins falling everywhere even your cleavage.
“Oh his Steve, that's cold!” “Shit-I’m so sorry”, he immediately apologized once again, trying to brush off the pennies from your shoulders, for a second looking down into your filled cleavage, feeling himself blush a deep red.
You noticed his gaze, smacking his hands away. “Don’t worry about the coins, Steve. I can take care of them myself”, you tried to sound serious, but you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing. Especially when both of your dogs tied you once again with their leashes, pressing you close against each other.
Bonus 2:
Next day
Reader: "What's his real name?"
Steve: "I call him buddy."
R: "Yeah but what's his name tho."
S: "Buddy."
R:...
S:...
R: "oh you mean... his name is buddy."
S: “okay, Technically it’s ‘slippers’ in his certificate, but I…don’t like it. Buddy is better”
R: “Why slippers?”
S: “It’s a long story…”
R: “we have time.”
S: "When he was young - even younger, like 40 days old, he slips through the bars of his cage, ran into a bowl of oil, and slide all the way from kitchen to the living room, and got his head stuck in a slipper"
R: “It makes sense you’re his owner.”
S: “what’s that supposed to mean???”
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Codetober Day #13
13. Give us your most nerdy computer fact
Technically it's past midnight because I got caught up trying to repair my computer chair and the cylinder is rusted in, but I'm still considering it day 13. Here's my most nerdy fact and how it's applied.
Binary is a base-2 number system (I promise I'm getting to something cool), meaning it only uses the digits 0 and 1. Because it's base 2, each digit is a 2 to the x power, similarly to how we view the numbers we use daily, which is the base-10 decimal system. We all know the ones, tens, and hundredths places, but if you consider them as 10^0, 10^1, and 10^2, you see why we call it that. For example, the number 289 is (2 * 10^2) + (8 * 10^1) + (9 * 10^0). Side note: anything to the 0 power is 1.
Now apply that to binary: 101 is (1 * 2^2) + (0 * 2^1) + (1 * 2^0), which is 4 + 0 + 1 = 5. Now you know how to decipher other number systems like Hexadecimal (base-16, uses 0-9 and A-F) or octal (base-8, uses 0-7). But that's not the cool fact:
This translates into some fun interactions in video games. I'll give you 1 basic example and a funny "glitch." If you played the older LoZ games or any game around that time, you may have noticed that your inventory stack limit was 255. An odd number to us, but to a computer, it's the largest number expressible in 8 bits (one binary digit is one bit here), and we only had so much space to go with. If you use my breakdown above, you get this:
(1 *2^7) + (1 * 2^6) + ... + (1 * 2^0)
128 + 64 + 32 + 16 + 8 + 4 + 2 + 1 = 255.
Now, there's actually different TYPES of integers (numbers) we can express in binary. Signed or unsigned. You're familiar with negative numbers. Signed integers are how those are expressed in binary, the first digit determines what sign you get (for those who know, I'm using one's compliment since it's a bit easier to explain and I THINK this is how these "glitches" happened. If I'm wrong, please correct me.) Unsigned integers can't be negative, but signed integers can be with this method based on the leftmost bit. If it's a 0, the number is positive and calculated as I showed above. If it's a 1, it's negative and calculated the exact OPPOSITE way, meaning 0 bits are counted and 1 bits are ignored. Using my 101 from above, unsigned would read that as 5, signed would read that as -2. Now, when counting in decimal, if you hit 9 and want to keep going, you add 1 to the higher place and get 10. Binary is the same way: 1, 10, 11, 100, and so on. You may be getting where I'm heading, but just in case (and I enjoy explaining this because I'm a nerd), let's keep going.
Signed integers can "overflow" since we're changing that left most digit. Let's say we have 8 bits: 01111111 or 127 in decimal. If we add 1 to this, we get 10000000. In an unsigned int, this is 128, easy. BUT if we're using a signed int, this actually flips to -127. We call this overflow and it can make things behave...unexpectedly. NOW I can tell you about the glitch!
A beloved game of my childhood was Final Fantasy: Mystic Quest. I remember beating it and loving the experience, but then I was told of an exploit involving the final boss. You can actually "heal" him to death. The "Cure" spell is meant to heal the living, and the Dark King is alive, but if cast with a sufficiently high magic rating, it will heal for so much that it flips the first digit, causing it to deal more damage than anything attack you could throw. If you look hard enough, you can actually find this in multiple games in the SNES era. Hope that makes up for the late entry!
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couple quick unrelated thoughts, gender reassignment surgery is better understood not as a treatment for “gender dysphoria” but instead as a treatment for autism, the correlation between being transgender and high functioning autism is so strong that its more honest to view it that way, and once you do you see it for what it is, a cruel trick and imposition against the most vulnerable of us. if you understood autism it makes perfect sense, they lack social instincts that cause us all to behave a million ways without us realizing it, these basic interactions have to be verbalized and taught to them. The universal societal need for strick gender roles is a very complicated thing to figure out, but there is a very clear logical reason for them, most people just dont know it, they dont need it, they just follow instinct, autists dont have that luxery so they have to first learn all this shit and then justify it to themselves somehow, gender roles are the only thing that fucking works its a fundemental building block for any even partially functioning society, but most people dont know that, most people dont understand these things evolved in us over hundreds of thousands of years and the reason every surviving distinct race of man all independantly arranged the gender roles basically the same way, because it works and the peoples who tried alternatives were outcompeted and they died, most autists arent gonna know this without being prompted meanwhile jews have put it into there head that the discomfort they feel in their own skin is because they are lacking a sweet set of silicone titties, i mean slapping a rocking pair of tits on yourself might be fun for a week or two and for an autistic man its gonna give you a pronounced social leg up lol, but the long term consequences for this kind of flesh meddling are horrors beyond the wildest nightmares of 99.9 percent of all people who ever lived and passed away. ask yourself if this is a good way to treat autism.
the other thing i wanted to say is its very common for artists to make art that is ACCIDENTALLY based and excellent, the sopranos is the greatest example of this and the phenomenon explains why many saints of newark was a failure. David Chase hates tony soprano and he was desperate to make america hate him too, and this desperation is very apparent by the final season where tony turns into some fat demon somewhat out of the blue, it was built up somewhat but, without spoiling anything it was clear david chase was trying to slap tonys dick out americas collective mouth unsuccesfully. im not saying the success of david chases original run was complete accident, hes a very talented writer and director, but he made tony soprano to be a foil for white america, hes an effigy to be burned, he espouses views that would resonate with anyone still clung to western tradition and then does objectively morally heinous acts, this is jewery 101, make a work of fiction portraying someone with a belief you want to snuff out and then portray that character committing murder or rape, or even worse, a heckin racism. the problem though is that americans have become so starved for characters with views that resonate with their own amidst all the jewish faggotry that they were more than willing to overlook the most dastardly sins just to get a hit of that sweet resonation, and it makes david chase furious. i never saw the many saints of neward movie that came out, fucking no one did, but the few that did hated it, its basically universally reviled, and there is a reason i wasnt excited for it despite being a diehard sopranos fan. i knew the years werent gonna do david chase any favors, as time goes on in jewish america the enemy must be portrayed increasingly unfairly, and even though tony was a childishly blunt mockery of white american values, david chase couldnt help but at least try to be a little subtle at times, or to pretend to give tonys point of view a fair shake, you cant even do that now, and david chase wouldnt even if it were allowed because thats how much he resents the fact that you love his character, because the character was born from his resentment of the “other”. long story short he fucking hates goys, and the success of his show was a result of both his talent as a writer and director, but just as important was the fact that his audience missed or ignored his main point.
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A summary of 2 days
Invested 41000.
Fund: 99,400
The initial day wore me a loss of 600 excluding the charges. Chances missed, but adhered to small Stop-loss. Carried a overnight stock option
The other day started with me holding the overnight position. I had bought it at 107 but due to a gap down opening, the value opened at 105 and further went down till 92. Twice I had the opportunity to average the at 92 and 94 but missed it. Averaged it at price of 97 which bought down the cumulative price to 103. My nerves were not good, I exited 1 lot at 101 and within 30 seconds it shot up till 124. Feeling good but did not exit the remaining lot, planning to hold as it was adani ent and it has the scope of doubling within few days. Put a Stop-loss at 104 and the red candles did not stop until the price reached 104. Consolidated there and further went down till 99 but shot to 112. I left it for good just making 250 in it.
Next trade I took was a tip from SMS where the buying price was 260. I was very scared so therefore took only 200 quantities and sold 175 with 10 point upmove. Holded 25 with a Stop-loss of 10 point which was hit and gave me around 1400. Next trade I entered I made a loss of 150, was not able to hold my nerves today.
One more tip arrived and went ahead and took the opposite trade depending on Bollinger bands but the market behaved differently as it would in afternoon sessions. The buying price was 169, I was not exiting it after seeing considerable amount of loss. Averaged at 144 in the hopes of a reversal. But nothing happened and I was not exiting the position. It showed me a loss of around 25000 then came back to 7500 but still i kept thus position in hopes to exit at buying price. The graph again came down and I was devasted seeing 26000 loss after exiting the position. This hard earned money swept away taking 26% of my total account. In the last week I had lost around 75000, making me consider giving up. I should not be trading in the first place and these losses take a piece of my mind always.
Capital : 73000
P&L: -280000
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Tumblr recently upped the queue limit to 1000 iirc
yeah! i love it bc even though i have never gotten close to the old queue limit, my queue actually functions now :)
#ask#notstim#i've been wary of making more stims bc i was close to 100#and that's when the queue usually starts glitching#but then i hit 101 and it was still behaving#and i'm so happy
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Make You Mine
Summary: Reader gets jealous and reminds Spencer of who he belongs to
Pairing: Prof!Spencer x Fem!Reader
Warnings: degradation, oral sex (male receiving), exhibitionism, mommy kink, cum play (kinda)
Word Count: 922
You slipped into the lecture hall and took a seat at the back, careful to make sure Spencer wouldn’t notice you. You had never seen him teach so you weren’t prepared to watch him effortlessly command a lecture hall of upwards of 100 students. His animated voice reverberated through the room, carrying an electric energy that made you lean forward in your seat. You followed his hand gestures with your eyes as he paced in front of the blackboard. The material was essentially Profiling 101 - things you had mastered after years on the job but you hung on to his every word. You crossed your legs, feeling heat pool between your thighs. He was just so in his element, so confident - it was honestly mesmerizing.
You weren’t the only one consumed by Spencer. A majority of the students were just as entranced and based on their closed notebooks, you were pretty sure they were auditing the class. When he ended, throngs of them descended on him. You weaved through them and he smiled when he saw you, pulling you in by the hand.
“Hey everyone, this is Agent Y/L/N. We work together at the BAU,” he beamed and you swelled with happiness that he was so eager to show you off even if it was just to a bunch of college students who couldn’t care less about who you were. You said your greetings and faded to the back, waiting for Spencer to finish answering questions.
After what seemed like a lifetime and a half there was only one student left. She had purposefully hung back, waiting for everyone else to leave before approaching Spencer. You could tell he was getting tired but he greeted her politely and asked if she had any questions.
“I actually have lots of questions, Dr. Reid.” It was clear from her tone that she wasn't talking about the course material. She uncapped a pen using her teeth and scrawled her number on a piece of paper, tucking it into his pocket and giving it a little pat. “I think I might need a little private tutoring. What do you say?”
You crossed your arms, expecting him to immediately reject her but he only stammered. “Think about it, doc. I could show you a good time”
You waited until she disappeared out the door. “Don’t you dare open that”
You plucked the paper from his pocket and unfolded it to read her number signed with her name and a heart. You hopped up on the desk and motioned for him to sit in front of your crossed legs.
“Lexi. Pretty name for a pretty girl” you peered down at him over the paper. Spencer’s eyes were glued to you, how your skirt bunched up slightly exposing your thigh, how your eyes narrowed slightly when you were angry. “No one’s as pretty as you, Mommy” he whispered, trying to smooth things over.
You uncrossed your legs and took his hand, trailing it under your skirt. He gasped at the lack of fabric covering your core. “See, I was planning on rewarding you but then I had to see you behaving like a slut. Is that what you’re doing here, professor? Taking advantage of students?”
“No, I swear. You know I wouldn’t” he groveled pathetically, wheeling his chair closer. You pushed him back with your foot and dropped to your knees. “Is this what you want Lexi to do to you?”
You took him in your mouth without hesitation, working the tip before licking a stripe up the underside of his length. “But there’s another class starting in here in 15 minutes”
“Sounds like plenty of time to me, baby. This is what you wanted, right? To get your cock sucked in class like a whore.” You didn’t bother to hear his reply, bringing him back into your mouth and taking his entire length. His hands flew to your hair when he hit the back of your throat, letting out a lewd moan that reverberated throughout the lecture hall. You hummed happily, drawing another groan from Spencer just as one of the back doors opened.
“Hey Dr. Reid, I’m in here next. Do you need any help packing up?” Spencer looked at the other professor like a deer in headlights, thanking every god that you were concealed under the desk. “No! I - uh - it’s - I’m almost - I’ve just got” he gestured frantically at the papers strewn over the desktop.
“Ok then.” The professor looked at Spencer like he had two heads, no doubt concerned by his behavior. “Why don’t I just give you a minute? I’ve still got a little time before students start coming in anyways”
To your credit, you had not slowed down at all. If anything you did the opposite, picking up the pace when you heard the foreign voice and pulling the chair in even closer. When the coast was clear, Spencer looked down at you with a panicked expression but you were unrelenting, running your tongue along his vein with each push down and hollowing your cheeks as you traveled all the way to the tip. He came with a whimper, biting down on his lip to try and contain himself. You swallowed nearly every drop before pulling him in for a kiss, letting him taste himself on your tongue. “Who do you belong to?”
“You. I belong to you, Mommy”. Satisfied, you got to your feet and threw out the note still balled in your fist. He wouldn’t be needing it.
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possible prompt for a university au: newt is the biology major who maintains all the fish tanks in the physics building at 11pm and hermann is the physics student who likes to wander the halls to think. newt accidentally flings water all over the ground and hermann trips, hijinks ensue.
earlier today I was thinking about how I wrote a college AU fic almost 3 years ago to the date, and how I wanted to do more bc its fun thinking about newt and hermann as dumb college students
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Newt's not really sure how he ended up with the weirdest work-study job on the planet, but honestly, things could be much, much worse (he could be stuck down in the dining hall, or dealing with confused freshmen in the school bookstore) so he keeps his thoughts on the whole thing to himself. Every Friday at eleven sharp, Newt pulls on his grodiest t-shirt and a pair of long rubber gloves and treks all the way over to the physics department to set to work scrubbing down the fish tanks that line the classroom walls. Why does the physics department have fish tanks? Newt's not really sure about that, either. It's kind of an insane amount of them, too, more than even the marine bio department has. Maybe it's supposed to boost morale or something. Hey, look at these crazy cool tropical fish who get to do nothing but eat and swim in circles, sorry you're stuck inside calculating velocity and shit.
Whatever, Newt's not complaining about that either. Let the physics nerds have their fun. It'll be good for them to branch out a little, realize there's life beyond robotics club meetings.
Also, Newt likes the fish. They're cute. He likes to think they like him, too, because they're very well behaved when he has to scoop them out of their tanks and plop them into smaller fish bowls (the kind goldfish in movies always use). He's going to teach them tricks eventually—he had a beta fish once who would do a little flip when Newt tapped the glass a certain way because he knew he'd get rewarded with dried worms, so Newt knows it's possible. Just imagine, a hundred fish doing flips on command. Newt Geiszler, fish whisperer.
Yeah, maybe the job could be more glamorous. It's really hard to get algae out of the gloves, and he hasn't been allotted the budget for a new pair yet.
"Hey, guys!" he shouts as he pushes in the door to room 214. The fish don't acknowledge him: they just continue swimming in their giant tank. In and out of plastic plants and rock caves. The rock caves were a gift from Newt three months into the job, and so were some of the moss balls—stimulation is important for fish! He wouldn't want to be trapped in a glass box with nothing to do, either. "I bet you missed me. Ready for a clean tank?"
Newt always talks to the fish, even if they don't talk back, because he thinks it's important to build their trust. He'll usually keep a running commentary of his week as he scrubs the tanks, just get everything off his chest that he needs to get off. Stuff he's worried about. Stuff that went well. Stuff that went badly. Therapy's expensive, and Newt's student health insurance can only cover so much, but talking to fish? That's free.
That's also kinda why he does it so late at night and over the weekend. The last thing he wants is an audience. Because, one, talking to fish is admittedly weird, and two, no one wants a glimpse at Newt's psyche like that, probably not even the fish.
The first step in cleaning the tanks is relocation. Newt digs his stereotypical goldfish bowls and an industrial-size mesh wand out of the supply closet, fills the former with some of the special tank salt water, and begins the slow and arduous task of scooping out the fish and depositing them into the bowls. "I had the lamest week," he announces once he's about three clownfish in. "I was working on a group project Saturday—"
Then Newt stops, because he hears footsteps in the hallway just outside the classroom.
Serial killer, Newt's instincts supply helpfully.
No, Newt corrects himself, that's dumb. Why would a serial killer wander into the physics building at eleven o'clock at night? Why would anyone, period? He's probably imagining stuff. Lack of sleep, stress over his upcoming projects, residual embarrassment from his disaster study session Saturday, all of it culminating in Newt thinking there's someone there. No, definitely imagining it. Newt can only even get in this late to the department because his ID swipe card is set up with the right permissions—not even the physics students have the permissions he does to be in this late at night. Well, not unless they clean the kitchenette in the student lounge or something.
Or if Newt left the door unlocked.
More footsteps. Closer now.
Newt's pretty sure he didn't leave the door unlocked, because he thinks it locks automatically behind him, and he would have to literally prop it open for anyone to get in after him. But anything's possible. The door could've caught on a dropped pencil or a paper scrap or other weird shit that physics students leave around, and a serial killer could've noticed and taken the opportunity to sneak inside on the off chance a hapless young biology major was scrubbing slime off fish tanks in the middle of the night. Any minute now, Newt's about to end up on an episode of Unsolved Mysteries. The Physics Department Murder. The Disappearing Biologist. (Nah, neither of those are very good titles, but that's why Newt isn't on the creative writing track.)
Step-tap-step. Closer now; Newt's heart leaps to his throat. Step-tap-step. Step-tap-step. Pausing just outside the door of room 214. God, why didn't Newt turn the lights off? Why didn't he shut the door?
Newt reaches for the first vaguely weapon-shaped thing he can find—an empty fishbowl, because Newt's not going to sacrifice any of the fish for this—and, as the door swings open, hurls it with a cry.
The bowl clunks on the ground. Except it turns out Newt grabbed the wrong fish bowl, because (even though it doesn't shatter, thank God) water quickly begins to seep across the slate floor tiles towards Newt's serial killer, a pathetic little clownfish (Newt thinks this one is named Albert, because the physics department is made up of nerds who do shit like name their random pet fish after their kind) flopping around in the puddle. Newt's serial killer, meanwhile, cries out similarly, his arms windmilling as he loses his footing and slips backwards, his cane—
Oh, fuck.
The intruder is not a serial killer. It's someone possibly worse, actually: Newt's mortal enemy, Hermann Gottlieb.
Newt's not really sure at what point Hermann became his mortal enemy and not just some guy I have class with that I hate, but he can pretty easily say that they've hated each other since the moment Hermann walked through the doors of Engineering 101 and was deigned Newt's lab partner by the Alphabetized By Last Name Seating Chart god. Something about Hermann just gets under Newt's skin. It's not his prissy English accent, or his oversized sweaters, or his absolutely horrendous haircut, and it's not even that he takes every opportunity to savagely rip apart every single thing Newt says in class. Don't get Newt wrong, that's all super fucking annoying, but it's annoying levels he can deal with.
It's the stuff they have in common that makes Newt hate him. It's like Hermann's a slightly broodier and more angular mirror that reflects all of Newt's most egregious faults—his arrogance, his stubbornness, his social awkwardness, his desperation to be taken seriously—right back at him. It sucks.
Plus, one time Newt caught Hermann ripping down the flyer he put up on the quad for Anime Club to advertise his stupid chess club instead, and he's never managed to forgive him for that.
Newt may hate Hermann, but he's not about to let him land on his ass in a puddle of fishy water (especially not on a freezing November night) just because the subsequent bitching would be unbearable, and, yeah, it would be supremely shitty of Newt, so he leaps forward just in time to catch Hermann and his cane before he hits the ground. He's so impressed with himself with his amazing catch that it takes him a few seconds to realize that Hermann is shouting and probably has been shouting since he slipped.
"—bloody maniac! What on earth are you doing in here? How are you in here? Did you just assault me? I'm going to phone campus police, you wretched—"
"Hold that thought," Newt says.
He rights Hermann and snags the mesh net and rescues poor Al before it's too late, dropping him back into the big tank with the rest of his friends. Newt can't be sure, but he thinks Al blows a bubble in thanks at him. Maybe he needs to make friends outside fish.
Hermann is still yelling at him.
"I am going to tell the head of the department you're—you're skulking about in here after hours!" he declares. "You're a menace. Pay attention to what I'm saying to you, Newton!"
Newt sighs and turns around. Hermann's turned an interesting shade of red—sort of like an over-boiled lobster, or if he fell asleep in the sun for too long. Newt wonders if it's from embarrassment (almost falling on his ass) or anger (almost being knocked on his ass). Probably anger. "Look, dude, I'm sorry," Newt says. His face twists like he ate a lemon, and he hopes Hermann doesn't notice. Newt hates apologizing to Hermann. "It's my job to clean the tanks every weekend. You scared the shit out of me and I freaked out—it's just that, like, no one ever comes by this late. Ever." He decides not to mention the serial killer thing. Hermann might make fun of him for being jumpy or paranoid or something.
Hermann's scowl doesn't lessen, but he does nod. Plus, he stops shouting. That's as much as Newt's gonna get of forgiveness. "Hmph," Hermann says. "You clean the tanks?"
"Every weekend," Newt repeats. He realizes he got some fish tank slime on Hermann's button-up when he caught him. Oops. Hopefully Hermann won't notice until Newt's in the safety of his dorm. "Gotta pay for my textbooks somehow." Then he frowns. "Wait, so what are you doing here? I didn't know you had access to the building this late."
Maybe Hermann is the kitchenette-cleaning guy after all. But, to his surprise, Hermann sniffs and casts his eyes to his dorky Oxford shoes. "Er," he says. "It's just—I was having trouble working out a solution to a problem, and thought a walk might do me good. Chilly nights like this one always do. And I quite like this building at night—it's calm, and much quieter than my dormitory." He fidgets. "And—well—only don't say anything to anyone, but I rewrote the permissions of my ID card so I could come and go wherever I please ages ago."
"You rewrote the permissions?" Newt says. "What the hell, wouldn't you have to hack into the security system or something to do that?"
"Well, obviously," Hermann says.
Despite himself, and despite Hermann being his Mortal Enemy, Newt is genuinely impressed. "Dude," he says. "That is so badass." Since when has Hermann been a badass?
Hermann's eyebrows jump, and he blinks at Newt behind his dorky librarian glasses. What twenty-one-year-old wears librarian glasses? With a chain? "You think so?" he says.
"Uh, totally," Newt says. "What problem were you stuck on? The one from Saturday?"
Being lab partners for engineering means Newt and Hermann have to collaborate on pretty much everything, including their midterms. Their midterm is what they've been working on for the past two weeks. On Saturday, though, they met in neutral ground to work on it (a reserved study room in the library), and, after a stupid and massive argument that had the librarians hoisting them out by their shirt collars and threatening to ban them for life, Hermann called Newt an idiot and stomped off into the night. Newt still hasn't gotten around to giving the problem another shot. Whatever, they have another week before the dumb thing is due. Plenty of time. Hermann nods. "Yes," he says. "Er—that one."
Newt glances at the clock ticking away on the wall. Quarter after eleven. Hermann's delayed him a whole fifteen minutes. Technically, he reminds himself, he doesn't actually have to have the tanks scrubbed by Friday night—he has the whole weekend to get it done. Also, he kind of feels like he owes Hermann for attacking him the way he did. Accidentally attacking. "Listen, Hermann," he says, feeling totally insane for what he's about to suggest. But he kind of wants to know more about Hermann The Badass. "What if we went back to my place and worked on it together? I'll buy us pizza, and I have, like, a bunch of energy drinks." The pizza place nearest campus is open until three in the morning, almost definitely because they get all of their business from sleep-deprived undergrads. Plus, they have midnight specials where you get free breadsticks with every pizza. Newt could go for some breadsticks. "It might be...fun," he adds.
Fun? With Hermann? Hermann will think he hit his head or something.
But to his surprise, Hermann doesn't hesitate even a second before saying "Alright, then."
"Oh," Newt says. He honestly thought Hermann would put up more of a struggle. "Cool!"
"But I might need to borrow a jumper," Hermann says. "If you'd be so...courteous, that is. I'm a bit chilly."
For some reason, the thought of Hermann (Newt's mortal enemy, but also a secret badass) curled up in one of Newt's baggy sweatshirts makes Newt feel all weird and warm all over. He swallows a few times, because his throat feels a little weird, too. Too tight. Like he just ate something he's allergic to. "No sweat," Newt says. "Let me just get these fish back in the, um, the tank. And—" He waves his slimy, gloved hands. "Take these off. And clean up that puddle. Gimme—um, gimme like, ten minutes?"
"Of course," Hermann says, and gives Newt a small, terse nod.
From Hermann, it's a smile. Newt almost slips on the puddle he's so blindsided by it. Stupid Hermann, making him feel all weird and clumsy.
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ivy’s relationships with ateez
ivy and her relationship with each member
{ hongjoong }
status: “father & daughter”
ship name: jijoong
popularity: 5/10
she messed with him sooo much
the amount of times he scolds her whenever she’s around wooyoung and san ✋🏼
besides that though, he jokes that she’s his most well behaved child
he is her mentor, especially recently, she’s gone to him to help write lyrics. she says she wants to try producing soon too.
she is the person that keeps him sane half the time, brings him food while he’s working, just making sure he’s staying healthy.
when they finish promotions she usually forced him to go out and buy a milkshake with her or something.
he always keeps an eye on her to make sure she’s always comfortable
he likes to tell this story about ivy when one time she walked into his and seonghwa’s room at 2 am without saying a word and just laid on top of him
you know how hongjoong once said “don’t look at other oppa’s”? yeah that rule kinda applies to her too
he’s so protective, anytime another idol or staff member flirts with her, he’s watching closely.
he likes with she get plain white acrylics because she lets him paint them how he wants.
she refused to buy her anymore stuffies and scolds mingi and seonghwa when they buy her more which is maybe too often
“leader hong in the houseee”
“ivy, i’m trying to sleep”
{ seonghwa }
status: “mother & daughter”
ship name: ivyhwa
popularity: 5/10
she is his motherfuckin baby, no one touches her.
she’s clumsy so ever time she trips, falls, stubs her toe, he face palms and the helps her ‘injuries’ that she exaggerates
has to cover her mouth whenever they play explicit music during vlives because she will swear with pride
stuffie buyer #1
screams and closes her eyes every time he does something sexy for fan
back. hugs. either her giving him back hugs or vise versa.
plays with his hands when she’s anxious
scares him every time she does a flip on variety shows
whenever they’re at a fan sign or something and she starts doing sexy parts of their dances he just stands in front of her to block people from seeing, recently however she tells atiny to yell at him to move.
she organizes, he cleans. they’re a team.
dancing on vlive and killing every atiny there is.
on time he made a joke and called her ‘poison ivy’ and she punched him so hard. which shocked both of them because she isn’t that strong (jongho was proud)
“seonghwa got me a new stuffie !!!!”
“you weren’t supposed to tell ! hongjoong will yell at me”
{ yunho }
status: “besties”
ship name: yunsoo or yunvy
popularity: 5/10
big back rides #1
they’re really close but a lot of atiny’s don’t see it 🤷🏼♀️
she makes him laugh so much
he’s older, taller, and stronger, but he is her baby
twerking 101
the reasons she got to see nayoung again thank you imitation
“yunho’s an actor now” literally any chance she gets
buys her food, so much food. even on diets.
she currently has one of his photo cards in her phone case
her contact name for him translates to “abnormally large puppy man”
she just stares at him. and then when he gets weirded out and asks why she says ‘because i can’ or ‘mind your business’
like to paint with her
“ivy, seonghwa yelled at me for letting you twerk on that on vlive”
“he’s the man that sexy danced to baby shark, i think he’ll live”
{ yeosang }
status: “best friends”
ship name: yeovy
popularity: 7/10
gemini’s. need i say more ?
they make fun of the members behind their backs together
refuses to buy her anymore chocolate
she ?? keeps ??? wearing ?? his ?? shirts ???
she lowkey fangirls over how pretty he is
they’re too shy for their own good
she tried teaching him how to do flips, but he gave up after a kart wheel and seonghwa stopped it before they could even make it to round offs
he acts shocked every time the stylists give her sexy outfits even though he’s used to it by now
buys her chicken tenders all the time
he once said that ivy is giggly and clingy when she’s drunk and somehow he’s usually the one to take care of her
gives him weird looks, for literally no reason
she’s proud of yeosang because of his recent confidence boost
“why is hongjoong wearing that?”
“i don’t know, let’s go make fun of him”
{ san }
status: “best friends”
ship name: sansoo
popularity: 7/10
they’re so cute until they get on stage
constant hugging, it never ends.
they compliment each other allll the time
he likes to flirt with her just to make her shy and flustered because he finds it funny
feeding each other for some reason ??
he buys her dumplings
she wants to recreate every hair color he’s ever had but she’s lowkey too scared
she wants him to get a facial piercing so badly !!
he held her hand when she got her first tattoo
random dance parties together >>>
san said he’s proud of her because her confidence has grown so much and shes been working hard lately
there was a time when she cried at a fansign because a fan gave her a really meaningful note and san immediately went over to hug her
“sannie, i just got called sexy!”
“you’re too young”
{ mingi }
status: “they crushing?”
ship name: minvy
popularity: 10/10
piggyback rides #2
her number one cuddler
stuffie buy #2
literally do not separate them. e v e r
a lot of fans actually ship them because of how close they are. and because they’re cute asf
buying each other food >>>
she said that the time during mingi’s hiatus was the hardest for her because they had so much going on and mingi not being there made things worse
she was the first one to wish him happy birthday
he helps her a lot when it’s to like… everything. in airports when they feel anxious they hold each other’s hand, when she can’t stay focus he rubs her back.
ivy told atony that mingi was the first person she cried to before their debut
they were roommates with jongho before the room switches, now they both have their own rooms
when she was in high school still, he’d help her with homework.
“mingi looks very cute today”
“thank you jiji”
{ wooyoung }
status: “dude he’s flirting”
ship name: woovy
popularity: 8/10
he flirts too much !!!
fans love them together because they pick on each other yes, but they’re also alike in a lot of ways that’s kinda scary
secret stuffie buyer
she likes to joke that one day she’s gonna leave wooyoung alone in a ditch
she gets soooo flustered when he flirts with her
when they were in america he asked her to take him to her favorite stores and restaurants that she grew up with
even though she doesn’t like video games, he forces her to play or at least watch
friendship bracelets >>
he buys her some random ass shit.
her baby picture is his lockscreen
his mom and brother love her.
cuddles >>>
“your moms so sweet”
“she told me to shut up so that she could talk to you”
{ jongho }
status: “BEST FRIENDS” or “oh?”
ship name: jijong
popularity: 9/10
people love them together, some ship them, no one knows why
maknae shit
impressing people with his strength and her flexibility
she got so excited when he dyed his hair red
jongho’s character in imitation was her favorite and yunho got pouty when he found out
hitting high notes together !!!!!!
he breaks fruit. she eats fruit.
they act so shy whenever the spot light is only on them
sits on his lap, because she can.
man doesn’t like skinship too often, but he will hug her and hold her hand any day
she calls hun cute any chance she gets.
they post all the time when they have meals together
“why are you sitting on jongho”
“i don’t know san, why are you in my business?”
#ateez imagines#ateez 9th member#ateez#ateez ninth member#ateez fluff#mingi imagines#hongjoong imagines#seonghwa imagines#jongho imagines#yeosang imagines#yunho imagines#san imagines#wooyoung imagines#kpop#added member
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Prompt List
A/N: Feel free to select, one or more of these with your ask!
Disclaimer: Not all Mine. Some I found and some I came up with.
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1. "I'm in love with you."
2. "Please don't leave me."
3. "It's always been you."
4. "Shut up and kiss me."
5. "I've wanted this for so long."
6. "I can't wait any longer."
7. "Can I kiss you?"
8. "Can I touch you?"
9. "I missed you so much."
10. "Stay with me forever."
11. "I thought you didn't want me."
12. "I want you. Only you."
13. "The way I feel when with you..."
14. "I'll always love you"
15. "Please marry me"
16. "Why haven't you kissed me yet?"
17. "Because I love you!"
18. "You're the most beautiful being I have ever seen"
19. "I can't stay away from you."
20. "I've been waiting all my life for you."
21. "I'm better when I'm with you."
22. "You make me so happy"
23. "You're my strange addiction."
24. "I'm down for anything"
25. "Is that what it takes"
26. "The world stops when I'm with you"
27. "Can we still bleed?"
28. "I feel kind of free"
29. "Just once, right?"
30. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
31. "Will we make it?"
32. "You're the breath in my lungs. The blood in my veins. The light of my life."
33. "Why can't you understand that?"
34. "Me?"
35. "Yes, I remember. I remember it all."
36. "Live a little."
37. "Why are you so hot?"
38. "That's not my name."
39. " Oh really?"
40. "Make me."
41. "You would like that, wouldn't you?"
42. "What's wrong with me?"
43. "Are you mad at me?"
44. "Can the stay between us?"
45. "I don't want to go."
46. "But I don't want you to go."
47. "Would you stop that?"
48. "Can we talk?"
49. "I have to tell you something."
50. "Take my hand."
51. "Sometimes I can't help but get lost in your eyes."
52. "This is my fault."
53. "The wicked get no sleep."
54. "That's what she said"
55. "Talk to me baby."
56. "Come here."
57. "Who did this to you."
58. "Please, just come home."
59. "I didn't want to go to bed without you."
60. "I'm just kinda tired of love songs."
61. "You're doing it wrong."
62. "Or what?"
63. "Go ahead, hit me"
64. "I know you want to."
65. "This or that?"
66. "Where? Here or there?"
67. "You don't give yourself enough credit."
68. "I'm so in love with you it hurts to breathe."
69. "Why do you hate me?"
70. "Why don't you hate me?"
71. "How could I hate you."
72. "I tried to stay away."
73. "How could I stay apart from you?"
74. "I could never hate you."
75. "Tell me something I don't know."
76. "Please don't make me go home."
77. "I've never seen you like this."
78. "You're up early."
79. "Why are you still up?"
80. "Because of me?"
81. "I like the view."
82. "Just stay right here."
83. “Again.”
84. “Make me.
”85. “You have no idea how much I want you right now.”
86. “Unless you want me too.”
87. “The things I could do to you right now.”
88. “Right there.”
89. “Please look at me.”
90. “I’m begging you.”
91. “Whatever you’re thinking about.”
92. “Can you just kiss me? One last time.”
93. “I can’t sleep.”
94. “Why are you crying?”
95. “Let me help you.”
96. “Just sit down.”
97. “I’m waiting.”
98. “Behave.”
99. “Right now.”
100. “Who’s gonna stop me?”
101. “What are you gonna do about it?”
102. “We're in public you know?”
103. “Mine.”
104. “Only if you knew.”
105. “Don’t be afraid. It’s just me.”
106. “Are you scared of me?”
107. “I’m scared.”
108. “ I don’t want to let go.”
109. “You’re more than that y/n.”
110. “I just want to feel something.”
111. “Wish I were…”
112. “I wish you would have told me. “
113. “I told you to stay still.”
114. “ He/She can’t have you.”
115. “I won’t let them. “
116. “So?”
117. “And?”
118. “Then don’t care.”
119. “You think it’s funny?”
120. “What are you doing here?”
121. “You're not supposed to be here.”
122. “You don’t want me?”
123. “Not like that.”
124. “Just let go.”
125. “I believe in you.”
126. “More empty promises.”
127. “It wasn’t my decision.”
128. “It’s time.”
129. “Only in the dark.”
130. “Just can’t let go”
131. “Not without you.”
132. “Yes my love.”
133. “Anything for you.”
134. “Keep acting like that and see what happens.”
135. “And who are you?”
136. “You’re not my father.”
137. “How can you be so sure?”
138. “Just this once?/.”
139. “Do you realize the power you have over me?”
140. “What are you doing to me?”
141. “I would give it all up for you.”
142. “In a heartbeat.”
143. “You mean so much more than that to me.”’
144. “It does to me.”
145. “I care.”
146. “Look at yourself.”
147. “Only for you, darling.”
148. “I messed up”
149. “More.”
150. “They don’t need to know.”
151. “But we can’t.”
152. “In my room.”
153. “It’s 4 a.m.”
154. “Do it already.”
155. “Marry me.”
156. “How many?”
157. “That’s it”
158. “I just said it out loud.”
159. “We were both thinking it.”
160. “It’s for the best>”
161. “ I was here for the worst.
162. “Forever?”
163. “Maybe in ten years.”
164. “Get lost”
165. “It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. “
166. Just like my dreams.”
167. “I can’t look at you right now.”
168. “You’re not going out in that outfit.”
169. “My. Eyes. Only.”
170. “How can I repay you?”
171. “ He can’t have you.’
172. “So we’re here now.”
173. “So that's it?”
174. “Like you care.”
175. “You taste so good.”
176. “You smell so good.”
177. “You feel so good.”
178. “Because I said so.”
179. “I need you.”
180. “What are we?”
181. “I need more.”
182. “It’s not enough.”
183. “I’ve never seen you like this before.”
184. “I don’t care.”
185. “Why’d you stop?”
186. “What do they have that I don't?”
187. “Him, really?”
188. “I can’t even be mad.”
189. “Because…No one else gets to look at you. ‘
190. “I don’t like sharing.”
191. “Let me. ‘
192. “I don’t need you anymore.’
193. “I bet I can do it better.”
194. “People are staring.”
195. “Let’s give them something to talk/write about.’
196. “Let’s give them something to look at.”
197. “Who was that?”
198. “Are you alone?”
199. “Right now?”
200. “It’s late.”
201. “I’m coming over.”
202. ”Get ready.”
203. “Jealous?”
204. “You won’t be saying that tomorrow.”
205. “I don't want you to see me like this.’
206. “Nothing I haven’t seen before.”
207. “Sometimes I feel like we’re worlds apart.”
208. “Are you happy.”
209. “He’s the one right”
210. “I’ll make him pay.”
211.”If it was up to me...”
212. “You don’t want to know what I would do.”
213. “You don’t want to know what I’m thinking.”
214. “Don’t hurt me.”
215. “Did I do this?”
216. “Don’t do this to me”
217. “It’s just me.”
218. “It’s all for you. Everything I did was for you?”
219. “If you’ll have me.”
220. “I believe in us.”
221. “Sometimes you make me wanna...”
222. “Our future./?”
223. “Right now?”
224. “I’m the bad guy./?”
225. “Try not to abuse your power.”
226. “How could you?”
227. “Would you?”
228. “Please help me.”
229. “I’m not yours anymore.”
230. “So it was all a lie?”
231. “Why is this so fun?”
232. “I’ve been waiting for you to come asking me.”
233. “I can’t do it alone.”
234. “Don’t move away from me?”
235. “Get over here!”
236. “Where the hell is he/she?”
237. “Unhand me!”
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To Know
The first time Natasha has the thought, she’s seven years old.
The dress is stuffy; the collar feels like a weight around her neck and Mama scowls when Natasha reaches up to tug at it. “For God’s sake, bambina,” she sighs. “Can you give it a rest? You can take it off in a few hours. You know what your father will say if he catches you playing with it again.”
At seven years old, Natasha already knows many things. She can create circuit boards, mentally solve equations that send adults running for their calculators. Yes, she knows many things, but the first thing she ever learned? Howard Stark isn’t a good father. As far as she’s concerned, Jarvis is her father. Natasha knows better than to say all of that. Instead she allows her gaze to wander around the room, taking in the sights of all the other girls in dresses and the boys in their suits.
“I wish I could be a boy,” Natasha tells Mama. “They get to wear suits and I have to wear this dumb dress.”
Mama laughs, and Natasha’s heart soars, though she’s not quite sure why her mother is laughing. She doesn’t laugh much, but it’s one of Natasha’s favorite sounds. “Don’t be silly, sweetie,” Mama says, readjusting her hair bow. “You’re such a pretty little lady.”
Pretty little lady. The words leave Natasha feeling nauseous, and for the first time in a long time, she can’t figure out why.
**
At eight and a half years old, Natasha cuts her own hair. It’s short, a mop on her head, and when Mama shrieks that she looks like a boy and what have you done to your beautiful hair? Natasha grins in satisfaction. Jarvis fixes it and gives her a soft smile. Jarvis doesn’t care that Natasha prefers jeans and t-shirts over dresses, doesn’t care that she cut off her long, curly hair. He loves her just as she is.
When he takes her to the full length mirror to take a look, Natasha’s heart flutters happily and she can hardly contain the rush of excitement. Yeah, she thinks. This is right.
**
Natasha gets detention for refusing to wear a skirt when she’s eleven years old. Pants are more comfortable, she insists. The boys get to wear them!
Dad shouts at her over the phone, hisses that she’ll never be a boy. Natasha aches for the ground to swallow her up, drag her down to the endless void where she doesn’t have to be anything. The words rise in her throat, I’m not a girl, I’m not a girl! But they die as quickly as they rise. At eleven years old, Natasha knows many things. She’s in high school at eleven years old, nearly on her way to college coursework. Natasha doesn’t know how she knows this, but it’s the most important fact that resides in her brain.
Natasha Stark is not a girl.
**
Her body is wrong. When her voice should begin to deepen it remains high pitched, a soprano note that Jarvis and Ana gush over and that she wishes desperately did not exist. Her body begins to grow and change in ways that Ana had told her it would, but Natasha had just snorted and not paid attention to any of it. Her body begins to curve and her chest begins to grow and she bleeds. Natasha spends more time locked in her bedroom, absorbed in her robots so that no one can look at her and her horrible body. Her dainty, feminine, wrong body.
Jarvis and Ana whisper about her. They’re worried. Whenever they ask her about it, Natasha comes up with an excuse. I miss Mama and wish she would come home. Dad was being a jerk again.
Rich families are cutthroat. If Natasha doesn’t conform, behave exactly how they all want her to, she’ll be an outcast. She’ll be sent away to one of those horrible camps a girl at school was talking about and Dad would make Jarvis and Ana stop talking to her.
Keeping Jarvis and Ana was almost worth all of the wrongness.
Almost.
**
That same year, Natasha comes across the word transgender in a book she’s reading. It’s not often that she has to look something up. On a Thursday afternoon, after days of contemplation, she makes the trek down to her school’s library. The other students giggle when they spot her, Natasha the freak, and she sneers at them before turning to the card catalog. It takes what feels like hours to find what she’s looking for. LGBT 306.76. She follows the numbers, dives deep into the nonfiction section and frowns. It’s a small section, but she’ll make do. There she spots a book, She's not there : a life in two genders. Natasha pulls it off the shelf, reads about this person who everyone assumes to be a girl but really is a boy. There he defines the word Natasha saw, the word transgender: a person whose sense of personal identity and gender does not correspond with their birth sex.
It comes in waves, the realizations and relief and all of it. Everyone around her thinks that Natasha’s a girl, but something inside of her screams wrong! That’s wrong! She’s never had a word for it. And there are more people just like her? Natasha takes the book to a table and reads feverishly, taking notes.
She’ll never be able to do anything about it, but the more she reads, the more Natasha’s convinced of it. She’s transgender. Not wrong or horrible or broken.
Transgender. Natasha has more research to do.
**
She’s thirteen and alone in her room, staring at herself in the mirror. Mama says that she’s turning into a beautiful young woman, albeit not as proper as she would like. The last bit is always said with a tiny smile, so Natasha knows that Mama is joking. Mostly. And dear old Dad? Well, that bastard isn’t even around, so what does he know?
The bruises on her ribs scream in agony, but Natasha swallows down a hiss of pain. Howard isn’t here, but she refuses to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he could break her someday. She may be broken, but at least she has Jarvis and Ana.
Jarvis and Ana, who teach her how to cook. Jarvis and Ana who don’t hit or shout when she burns banana bread and nearly starts a fire, who laugh with her and choose her.
Ana bought her these clothes, these jeans and a black t-shirt that’s just a bit too big on her petite frame and brand new Chuck Taylors. Alone in her bedroom, Natasha pulls her hair back grinning at the sight in front of her. She doesn’t see Natasha, or a pretty little lady or a proper young woman. The image in front of her is young, and a bit too earnest, and dammit, Natasha, why are you crying?
The image in front of her is a boy. He looks about two years younger than her, but she can work with it. Weak, fragile Natasha is gone. In her place stands a boy, an exuberant, funny, genius of a boy. The boy and Natasha reach out; their fingers touch, and Natasha feels more at home than she has since she was eight and a half, her waist-length hair clumps on the floor.
Natasha knows what her name should have been. Mama told her years and years ago, and it felt like it was hers. Anthony. Anthony Edward Stark. “Anthony.” Natasha whispers the name, crossing that line at last. After this there’s no going back. No more Natasha and dresses and bows and heels and skirts. There will only be Anthony and his jeans and t-shirts and sneakers, Anthony and his deep voice and his rightness.
Anthony moves his fingers away from the mirror, lets go of his long hair and the illusion shatters. In front of him stands a girl, a weak, broken girl in boy’s clothing. Who is he thinking? He can’t be Anthony. His mother would never speak to him again; Howard would toss him out on the streets. He’d be all alone. He wouldn’t even have Jarvis and Ana.
He’ll call himself Anthony, he decides. Or maybe even Tony. Anthony’s too posh, too formal, everything Howard loves and all things he hates. Yes, Tony. Tony sounds good, sounds right. He’ll answer to Natasha and wear the frilly dresses and play the part of a nice young woman. The thought sends waves of nausea so fierce that his knees buckle, but Tony can do it. He’s going off to MIT next year. Just one more year and he can be free.
**
Tony doesn’t last a year. Before his fourteenth birthday he’s in jeans and t-shirts, long hair pulled into a ponytail or braid. Howard hates it, tells him he looks like a rat and a slob, but what does he know? Mama’s away on longer and longer trips, which means longer stretches where he doesn’t have to wear those horrible dresses. Everyone still calls him Natasha, and he bites back a snarl and an My fucking name is Tony every time, but he manages. The masculine clothes don’t ease all of it, but they help.
**
MIT is a godsend. For the first time in his life, Tony is free to create his robots, live out from under Howard’s thumb, and finally be himself. The media hounds him, but for the first time in his life Tony doesn’t care. He cuts his hair again and rumors about him being a butch lesbian circulate and he just laughs. If only they knew.
There is just one thing wrong, other than himself. He’s younger than everyone else, smarter and he doesn’t know when to shut up. It’s nothing that Tony isn’t used to. He survived boarding school, and he’ll survive this too.
Then he meets Rhodey.
**
At first, they’re Jim and Natasha. Jim is older than Tony by two years, but they’re in the same year. They share the same general education class, Sociology 101, and they get paired together for a project. They both have single dorms, but two months later, Tony has practically moved into his room.
Jim is now Rhodey, but Tony is still Natasha. He yearns to tell him, stops and starts, the words dying in his throat. In a short amount of time, Tony’s become attached and anyone to whom he attaches himself winds up leaving. Tony’s too loud, too smart, he stays up too late and hyperfocuses on his robots. Rhodey doesn’t care about all of that, but Rhodey will definitely care if Tony tells him I’m not a girl, don’t call me Natasha, please call me Tony. Tony can practically see Rhodey recoil in disgust, shove him away and kick him out of his dorm.
Tony can’t, won’t, risk that.
**
Howard pays for an off campus apartment next year. Tony and Rhodey live in their own apartment, almost in their own little world. Howard doesn’t know that Rhodey’s living with him. Tony had mentioned it, but Howard had just grunted, not even paying attention.
It’s better that way.
**
Tony only binds his chest when Rhodey isn’t home. He knows he’s not supposed to wrap with ace bandages, but he has nothing else and he’s desperate. What he doesn’t count on his Rhodey coming home early, seeing Tony in the living room with nothing but his jeans and an ace bandage binding his breasts.
For a long moment, they just stare at each other, neither speaking. Then Rhodey opens his mouth and Tony bolts, locking his bedroom door behind him.
Goddammit.
**
Tony waits anxiously for a few days, almost begging Rhodey to say something and get the conversation over with, but he never does. Rhodey is good like that. Everyone else thinks Tony is weird, but Rhodey loves him for who he is, not in spite of it as so many people think. That much Tony knows to be true. But if Rhodey knew this about him, then Rhodey wouldn’t love him anymore.
Rhodey is everything. He’s friendship and love, late nights and delirious mornings, comfort and safety, and Tony aches desperately to hold onto him. They sit together in the living room, Rhodey doing homework and Tony fiddling with DUM-E’s arm. Rhodey is calm, but Tony is so tense that he can hardly stand it, and before he knows it the words, “Why won’t you call me a freak?” slip from his mouth. Rhodey looks up at him in surprise and Tony continues. “You walked in on me and you haven’t said a word! Go on! Call me disgusting! Call me a freak! Just get it over with. Dammit, Jim, why can’t you just get it over with and stop stringing me along?”
Rhodey sighs and shoves his textbook away. “I haven’t said anything because I didn’t think it was that big of a deal.”
“Bullshit,” Tony hisses. “I’m a fucking freak and you know it! Everyone else already thinks it, so go on, have at it. Tell me something I don’t fucking know.”
Rhodey raises an eyebrow. “Are you done?” Tony’s face flushes with rage, but before he can retort, Rhodey’s up and crossing the room, standing right in front of him. “I didn’t say anything because I didn’t think it was a big deal. Nat, you stay up for three days at a time. You leave circuit boards and wires all over and forget to do your laundry. You’re loud and funny and one of the kindest people I know. This? The, what is it called, binding? It’s not even the weirdest or worst thing I’ve caught you doing.”
Tony deflates and stares at his friend for a moment. It’s not often that he’s speechless, and judging by Rhodey’s smirk, he must be thinking the same thing. “I guess you’re right,” he says slowly. “You really don’t think it’s weird?”
“Cross my heart.”
Rhodey doesn’t think he’s weird. Rhodey doesn’t want to toss him away, discard and abandon him like the trash so many other people believe he is. Tony doesn’t deserve Rhodey, doesn’t deserve his kindness, love, or friendship. But with Rhodey, he feels the safest. If Rhodey doesn’t think he’s weird for binding, maybe he won’t care about the other stuff? Tony’s heart hammers in his chest, his palms sweat and he sits on the floor. Rhodey sits across from him, reaches out and squeezes his hand.
“Rhodey, I have to tell you something.”
Rhodey waits patiently while Tony collects himself. Tony’s never said the words out loud before. Saying them feels like the end of a chapter, one more piece of Natasha gone. The idea of saying goodbye to Natasha is exciting, exhilarating, freeing. Tony takes a deep breath and looks into Rhodey’s eyes.
“I’m transgender.”
**
Rhodey has questions, of course, he does, but he holds onto Tony tightly as he explains everything. How he never felt like a girl, how he doesn’t know how he knows, but he knows that he’s a boy. He’s a boy and he wants to die every time someone calls him Natasha, how he wants to burn every dress and makeup palette he owns, how he feels like himself in masculine jeans and t-shirts and suits.
And then Rhodey does something that shocks him. It’s a question. A simple one, really.
“What’s your name?”
And for the first time he gets to respond, “My name is Tony.” Everything falls into place, and Tony sighs, leaning into his friend. Rhodey pulls him all the closer and Tony affirms, “My name is Tony.”
“Okay, Tony,” Rhodey says with a wide grin. “It’s nice to meet you.”
**
A few days later, Tony unlocks the door to the apartment and kicks off his shoes. Midterms suck, and he thinks he might actually eat dinner and go to bed early tonight. He stumbles into the kitchen, eyebrows raising curiously at the package on the table. There’s a note on top of the brown wrapping.
Tones,
Sorry if this is weird, but I just wanted to do something for you. I did research and everything says not to bind with ace bandages, so I got this for you. Let me know if it doesn’t fit.
And I know I didn’t say this before, and I should have, but thanks for trusting me.
--Rhodey
Tony opens the package and gasps when he sees what’s inside. He’s heard of these, but with Howard snooping through his credit card statements, it’s never been safe enough to buy one. The binder is lighter than he expected, but it feels like he’s touching gold. Tony rushes to his bedroom and puts it on, relieved when it actually fits. Then again, Rhodey knows everything about him. This is no exception. He puts his t-shirt back on, messes with his hair and looks at himself in the mirror. For the first time, he doesn’t see a girl pretending to be a boy. He sees himself, Tony Stark, and tears well dangerously in his eyes as he reaches up to touch his reflection. He’s still not exactly where he wants to be, he won’t be until he turns eighteen and can transition without Howard’s input, but the binder helps ease an ache inside of him, the ache that screams you’re wrong!
Tony doesn’t feel wrong, not with the binder, not with Rhodey calling him Tony and using masculine pronouns. No, for the first time in his entire life, Tony feels just right.
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Masterlist repost
Prompt List
THIS PROMPT LIST IS NOT MINE.
THIS PROMPT LIST IS OWNED BY @rfaimagining
Angst:
1: “ Give me a chance. ”
2: “ Not you again.. ”
3: “ Leave me alone. ”
4: “ I don’t love you anymore. ”
5: “ Why do you hate me? ”
6: “ I lost the baby. ”
7: “ I thought you loved me. ”
8: “ I don’t need you anymore. ”
9:“ I can’t believe you! ”
10: “ We cant keep this up forever. ”
11: “ You’re a monster. ”
12: “ I hate you. ”
13: “ Don’t leave me… ”
14: “ You’re a disappointment. ”
15: “ Don’t die on me– Please. ”
16: “ I never meant to hurt you. ”
17: “ Are you upset with me? ”
18: “ I wish i’d never met you. ”
19: “ I’m going to kill you! ”
20: “ Please don’t hurt me like this. ”
21: “ Thanks for nothing. ”
22: “ Dont call this number again. “
23: “ Why did you spare me? ”
24: “ You need to leave. ”
25: “ I’m sick. ”
26: “ I’m dying. ”
27: “ I wish i’d never met you. ”
28: “ I thought we were family!”
29: “ There was never an us. ”
30: “ So that’s it? It’s over? ”
31: “ I fucked up. ”
32: “ I came to say goodbye. ”
33:“ He’s dead because of you. ”
34: “ I don’t deserve to be loved. ”
35: “ About the baby… Its yours. ”
Love:
36: “ I’m so in love with you. ”
37: “ Dance with me! ”
38: “ Isn’t this amazing? ”
39: “ I wish we could stay like this forever. ”
40: “ Will you marry me? ”
41: “ I’m pregnant. ”
42: “ I need a hug. ”
43: “ You’re special to me. ”
44: “ I’m going to keep you safe. ”
45: “ Do you trust me? ”
46: “ Can I kiss you right now? ”
47: “ You’re cute when you’re angry. ”
48: “ I’ve liked you for awhile now. ”
49: “ Lets have a baby. ”
50: “ We’d make such a cute couple. ”
51: “ I want to take care of you. ”
52: “ Can we cuddle? ”
53: “ It’s lonely here without you. ”
54: “ I can’t stand the thought of loosing you. ”
55: “ Shut up and kiss me already. ”
56: “ Are you flirting with me? ”
57: “ Is that my shirt? ”
58: “ How did we get here? ”
59: “ You own my heart. ”
60: “ You’d be a great dad. ”
61: “ You’d be a great mom. ”
62: “ I want to protect you. ”
63: “ Whats the matter? ”
64: “ You’re so beautiful. ”
65: “ Did you do something different with your hair? ”
66: “ Is that a new perfume? ”
67: “ Stop being so cute. ”
68: “ You’re making me blush! ”
69: “ You’re teasing me again… ”
70: “ This is why I fell in love with you. ”
71: “ You’re the best! ”
72: “ They’re going to love you, don’t worry! ”
73: “ Oh, Are you ticklish? ”
74: “ Of course I remembered! ”
75: “ You’re one hell of a girl. ”
76: “ You’re one hell of a guy. ”
77: “ Are you jealous? ”
78: “ Hold me and never let me go. ”
79: “ Stop hogging all the blankets! ”
80: “ Lets run away together. ”
General:
90: “ Catch me if you can! ”
91: “ I’m fine. ”
92: “ Are you drunk? ”
93: “ Are you high? ”
94: “ We cant go in there… ”
95: “ Give it back! ”
96: “ Well this is just great. ”
97: “ Don’t touch me. ”
98: “ Not sure if you could tell, but I’m not exactly a people person. ”
99: “ This was fun— Lets do it again sometime!”
100: “ I didn’t do it! ”
101: “ I did it… ”
102: “ I don’t remember that! ”
103: “ Well that’s pretty rude of you to say. ”
104: “ Get that thing away from me! ”
105: “ You owe me. ”
106: “ Do you believe in aliens? ”
107: “ Do you believe in ghosts? ”
108: “ Are you hitting on me? ”
109: “ Why are you naked? ”
110: “ You did what?! ”
111: “ You have… Superpowers? ”
112: “ Why are you bleeding? ”
113: “ Where did all these puppies come from?”
114: “ Don’t make me come over there myself! ”
115: “ That wasn’t funny. ”
116: “ This tastes horrible. ”
117: “ This is delicious! ”
118: “ Are you mad at me? ”
119: “ Stop ignoring me… ”
120: “ I love that show too! ”
121: “ Can I borrow that book of yours?”
122: “ Lets blow this joint. ”
123: “ Let me help you with that. ”
124: “ Take that back! ”
125: “ Wanna go see a movie with me? ”
126: “ No way, that’s so lame. ”
127: “ What are you listening to? ”
128: “ I brought you your coffee. ”
129: “ Don’t fuck this up. ”
130: “ Run! ”
131: “ Lets run away together. ”
132: “ I haven’t slept in four days… ”
133: “ Your turn to do the dishes. ”
134: “ Was I really that drunk? ”
135: “ Was I really that stoned? ”
136: “Give me back my phone! ”
137: “ You’re an asshole. ”
138: “ Are you cold? ”
139: “ This place gives me the creeps. ”
140: “ I swear my house is haunted. ”
141: “ Did you hear that? ”
142: “ It’s just your imagination. ”
143: “ Just how stupid do you think I am? ”
144: “ Stop being such a baby. ”
145: “ Go back to bed. ”
146: “ Are you okay? ”
147: “ I can take care of myself just fine.”
148: “ Thanks for helping me back there. ”
149: “ Since when have we ever been friends? ”
150: “ What on earth are you wearing? ”
151: “ I can’t feel my legs! ”
152: “ Stop texting me weird stuff so late at night. ”
153: “ Put me down! ”
154: “ There’s only one bed… ”
155: “ It isn’t what it looks like! Okay.. Maybe it is… ”
156: “ How did I loose it? ”
157: “ I read your diary. ”
158: “ This is awkward. ”
159: “ Didn’t you read the sign? ”
160: “ Do you think you can teach me that? ”
Below is NSFW prompts.
Please if you’re rebloggling tell your followers if you’re interested or not in taking these sorts of requests.
Sexual:
161: “ Bite me. ”
162: “ Make me. ”
163: “ Fuck me. ”
164: “ Stop teasing me so much… ”
165: “ Do you like it when I touch you like that?”
166: “ Okay.. This is new. ”
167: “ Want to head back to my place and have a little fun? ”
168: “ You’re in trouble now. ”
169: “ What a pretty sight. ”
170: “ Bend over. ”
171: “ On your knees. ”
172: “ The food looks great but.. There’s something much more delicious i’d like to eat right now.”
173: “ Lay back. ”
174: “ Take off your clothes. ”
175: “ Well, fine; just this once. ”
176: “ I’m waiting. ”
177: “ You’re so beautiful. ”
178:“ As you wish. ”
179: “ First one to make a noise looses.”
180: “ You have no idea what you do to me. ”
181: “ If you’re bored; Wanna have sex? ”
182: “ Ive wanted this for so long. ”
183: “ Car sex looks so much more easier in the movies. ”
184: “ Can I touch you? ”
185: “ Open up. ”
186: “ No strings attached. ”
187: “ Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you? ”
188: “ Mine. ”
189: “ The nights still young. ”
190: “ We cant do that here! ”
191: “ Behave. ”
192:“ What did you just say? ”
193: “ Good girl. ”
194: “ Good boy. ”
195: “ Come here. ”
#teen wolf#teen wolf imagines#teen wolf preferences#theo raeken#theo raeken imagine#deigo hargreeves imagine#sarah cameron#dark!thor#the avengers imagine#the 100 imagines#bellamy blake preference#bellamy blake imagines#john murphy imagine#jj mayback x reader#jj imagine#outer banks#john b x y/n#marvel imagine#supernatural imagine#supernatural imagines
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Chapter 101
I told ya’ll he’d be back.
You know the drill! The links = what I listened to while writing, feel free to click ‘em.
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'Chaos Temple' John Oeth
Enasal never knew when Shiral would be on the Enasal-should-find-a-nice-Dalish-boy-to-marry-and-be-taken-away kick or if it would be a men-are-evil-and-you-should-never-ever-trust-them-ever-blah-blah-paranoria-blah.
She had settled into a nice pattern of overall distrusting anything male, and typically had her sights set on Cullen. Enasal had finally learned to ignore the constant comments and jabs towards her Tarasyl’nin, and usually tuned her out when the subject of men came up. While they sat and ate, a few key words made it through her mental block, “That shem!” and later something about “pretty elven babies!”, but it was static in comparison to her roasted goat on her plate.
However, a guard could barely finish his sentence about a visitor before Shiral lept up, grabbing her sister by the wrist and pulling her away from her barely-touched lunch. “He’s here! Oh, Enasal, I know I should have told you, but he wrote me a letter and he’s such a handsome boy and he wants to see you again and he’s Dalish.”
“Wait - what?”
“I’m sure you’ll remember him when you see him! He knows about Cloudy and he’s bringing you such a gift!”
Enasal dug her heels in, “Who are you and what have you done with my sister?”
“Oh, Enasal - behave! You’ll change your tune when you see his gift.”
Then it hit her - the man might have been a representative of a clan, attempting to make contact and perhaps even an alliance with the Inquisition. Granted, there were other reasons a man might be bringing her a large and apparently such a gift - reasons Enasal tried not to think about.
But most likely...
She came to a stop in front of the gates, staring at the somehow-familiar man standing among a few soldiers. He was a handsome man with dark hair and a cheeky smile that crinkled his equally dark eyes. The symbol of June was written into his skin, with as many flourishes that his Keeper could muster.
In one of his callused hands, he held a glorious hart. It stood tall, russet fur ruffling in the breeze and head held high, its grand antlers on full display. Parts had been wrapped with colored twine, and its mane was adorned with braids, beads, and shining pendants.
When their eyes met, he tossed the rope to a nearby guard and bowed, as Enasal had seen so many Dalish do from a distance, just as Shiral had taught her. In a loud, booming voice, he called out, “Enasal of Clan Lavellan!”
She didn’t like how he was looking at her.
Enasal kept her Inquisitor mask firmly in place, mimicking the bow. Whether she liked his gaze or not, if he was attempting to create an alliance, she couldn’t afford to risk such an important partnership.
If one Dalish clan came to their side, more might follow.
As she came up from her bow she saw that he was bent to the side, mouth quirked in a smile as he worked to catch her eye, “Do you remember me?” He asked, “Retter, of clan Sabre?”
Enasal nodded, sudden relief cooling her heated face.
Clan Sabre was with them.
Her smile was genuine as she nodded, “Retter? We met at the last Arlathvhen - we practiced bladeplay together.”
He threw back his head and laughed, “You do remember me! I knew you would!” He closed the distance between them, making a scene of lowering his voice, while still keeping it loud enough to be heard by anyone nearby. “You’re even more beautiful than the day I gave you the first blades I ever forged.”
That was certainly a surprise.
She could have sworn the blades had been his father's work… but then she recalled the slight imperfections; the wiggle in the fuller lines, the fluttering edge.
Then she registered the “beautiful” comment. It certainly wasn’t strange - Enasal had noticed that flattery over her face or deeds seems to be a go-to for people’s greetings to her. Granted, she found herself less-than-receptive to comments about her looks, but they generally didn’t bother her all too much.
But he was awfully close to her to say such a thing.
Nevertheless, she forced a smile and bowed again, using the opportunity for a hardy backwards step to put some space between them, “It’s good to have the Sabre clan on our side.”
Retter shook his head, “My clan doesn’t know I’m here.”
Oh no.
“They… don’t?”
“No.” He grinned, “When word came through that it was a Dalish elf who had headed the Inquisition - that it was you - I immediately readied myself to find you but,” His eyes flickered to Shiral, “I was told that it wasn’t the best time. So, I waited until it felt right. You could imagine my surprise when I received a letter telling me of your heartbreak - how saddened you were by your horse’s passing.”
Enasal frowned, “He’s not dead, he’s just retired. He got old and fat.”
Retter brow knit, but it smoothed as he shrugged, “Perhaps I can be of help - I can assure you, my blademaking skills have improved since we last met.”
It all made Enasal feel a bit uneasy, but…
If she could convince him to bring his clan onto the Inquisition's side.
“He’s beautiful.” Enasal said, turning on her heels to greet the hart. It looked down at her, lowering its neck so she could hold his grand head and scratch between his eyes. It rumbled a quiet, warm grunt, eyes closed and head resting more weight on her. Enasal couldn’t help but laugh, bracing herself against the added weight and scratching the side of its face. It sighed, turning his head to meet her fingers.
“I knew he would love you.”
“Does he have a name?”
“I thought I’d let you do those honors.”
Enasal was more than happy to have some moments to ignore Retter, and shifted her focus to the beast before her. She looked into its eyes and it gazed back at her with a dark, soft gaze.
“What is your name?” She asked, “Should I pick?”
It snuffled at her hair.
“Okay,” She laughed, “How about… Taffas?” She looked at him, wrinkling her nose, “No. That’s terrible.”
It huffed.
“I thought so too! It sounds too much like 'kaffas' doesn't it?” She tilted her head back and forth as it continued to sniff her hair, “Maybe… Garahel?”
It pulled back to look at her.
“Do you like that? It's a big name to step into.”
It pushed its head towards her, obviously looking for more affection.
“Okay,” She laughed, “Garahel it is!”
A hand on her shoulder made her jump.
Retter grinned, “You’re wonderful with him.”
Garahel tossed his head.
Enasal hushed him, stroking his forehead and looking over at Retter, trying to stop her eyes from narrowing. “I spent a lot of time with wildlife - how much do you know about me outside of the Arlathvhen?”
“You sister… explained your situation to me.”
This time, Enasal’s glare was plain to see, cutting hard to her sister. “I see.”
“I’d like to help in any way I can.”
“Well, the Inquisition can certainly use all the help it can get.” Before he could make any sort of argument about his intention, she gestured for him to follow her. “I’m sure you’ve had quite a journey - are you hungry?”
“Famished.”
She felt his eyes on the back of her head.
“Good! My sister pulled me away from my lunch, so I haven’t eaten yet. I’ll take you to one of the taverns…”
Did she really want him to know where she spent so much of her time?
“The Herald’s Rest!” She forced a laugh, “Some of the others can get pretty rowdy, not good for talk and all that.”
“The Herald’s Rest?” He echoed, speeding up to be at her side, “Is that where you lay your head? If I’m not correct you are the Herald as well as the Inquisitor.”
She kept her smile, “That’s what they say.”
He was quiet the rest of the way, save for a few greetings here and there. When they were seated and placed their orders, he leaned in across the table, “The shemlem have been good to you?”
Enasal nodded, “I count many of them among my dearest friends.”
He leaned back, “Nobody’s said anything about your accent?”
“My… accent?”
“Nobody’s made fun of you?”
She felt her mouth open as she tried to answer, “Why… why would they make fun of me?”
He heaved a sigh of relief, “That’s good. City shems made fun of us when we would talk, said we sounded simple” He looked around and lowered his voice, “Are you sure nobody said anything to you?”
She nodded.
Retter laughed, “I don’t know whether you’re lucky that no one’s said anything or whether you’re lucky you didn’t hear it. Lavellan's accent isn't quite as strong as ours, so maybe they don’t notice it as much?” He grinned, “Then again, you’re pretty. Bat those eyes and I bet you can get away with anything.”
Heat flushed her face as she thought back to every conversation, every look that was sent her way as she spoke.
Did people think she sounded simple?
She glanced around, hoping that Shiral had followed them in, but she was nowhere to be seen. She noticed a few off-duty soldiers behind Retter and caught their eyes, flicking them back to Retter before going back to the conversation.
They exchanged glances and one got up, hurrying out of the tavern. She hoped he had guessed what she was asking.
Retter glanced back at the soldiers over his shoulder, a grin on his face when he turned back, “Everything alright?”
“Yes, they were just waving.”
The corner of his mouth quirked upward again. “So, you hope to get my clan on the side of your Inquisition?”
Enasal nodded, “We need all the alliances we can get. Our enemy-”
“I suppose I should be honest with you, Enasal. I didn’t leave my clan on the best of terms. I doubt I’ll be able to sway them.” He rested his cheek in his hand, “My father was… very strict in his standards, never left much room for any creativity or flair. I thought it would be a good idea if we went our separate ways.”
He leaned back, continuing his speech, "But, I can offer you my skills. I wager I can craft blades that your current blacksmiths could only dream of. My talents are yours.”
Enasal forced a smile, “We can use all the help we can get.”
He reached out, grabbing her hands and pulling them towards her, “I understand, Enasal. I shouldn’t have proposed the way I did. I hadn’t really meant for your sister to pass on the message, but either way, I hope we can overcome all that, ma’blarterala.”
She jerked her hand away, face flushed, “Don’t call me that.”
A soldier interrupted the awkward exchange with a salute, “Lady Inquisitor?”
With a sigh of relief, Enasal turned to the soldier. “Yes, Ser?”
He blinked a few times; obviously he had not planned his rescue this far.
“Does the Commander need to speak with our new guest?” She turned and shrugged, “Our Commander usually meets guests such as yourself at the gate, but I assume he was busy with some of our new recruits.”
Retter frowned, “Guests such as myself?”
Enasal rushed ahead, “Well, you made such an entrance, usually he likes to keep tabs on things like that.”
Distrust had settled into Retter’s narrowed eyes.
She was already at Cullen’s door, knocking with rapid speed as Retter finally caught up. Usually a closed door meant some sort of meeting, but she would deal with that later… once she explained herself.
If anything, Cullen looked relieved when she entered.
Surrounded by nobles and with Josephine nearby, he stood on seeing her, and gestured toward her, “Lords and Ladies, our Inquisitor - Lady Enasal.”
She found herself grinning at that.
Always keeping up with the formalities when the nobles were looking.
“Commander Cullen.” She said, “And our Ambassador, Lady Josephine.” She gestured towards Retter, who had put on a smirk. “This is Retter of Clan Sabre - he’s come to offer his services of bladesmithing to the Inquisition.”
He nodded, “Lady Josephine and,” He tilted his head to the side, smile fading, “And Commander… Cullen, you said?”
“He’s in charge of the Inquisition's forces.” Enasal supplied.
Josephine was in her element, seamlessly merging the two introductions and taking over the entire proceedings. Retter took it in stride, managing to become the center of attention and charming the nobles. Enasal perched herself next to Cullen, sticking close until the meeting was adjourned and the nobles made their way out. Retter remained behind as well, all smiles and charm as he and Josephine discussed his position in the Inquisition.
“Is everything alright?” Cullen asked, “As I recall, you begged and pleaded for Josephine to not involve you any more of these meetings.”
She tilted her head back and forth, “I don’t like the way he looked at me.” She said, “I wanted to send him a message without being rude.”
“And what message is that?”
She stood up on her toes and smiled up at him, “I’ll see you later, Tarasyl’nin.”
Retter’s head snapped up at that.
The nickname always disarmed Cullen, and Retter’s presence was forgotten. He smiled and leaned down to kiss her forehead, “And when will that be?”
“Walk after dinner?”
He chuckled, “After dinner, then.”
Enasal waved and went back to Josephine. “Where will our guest be staying?”
Josephine was checking her ever-present clipboard, “That, I will have you discuss with Harritt. Retter has agreed to spend a few days working with him so that his skills can be assessed. Would you mind taking him there?”
Retter knew by now that she was firmly off the table, so she was more than happy to act as a guide. With newfound cheer, she chatterered about Skyhold’s taverns and archives. When she was set to drop him off by the undercraft, he suddenly spoke up.
“Him?”
Enasal frowned, “What?”
“Your sister mentioned a shem had set his teeth on you.”
This time, she laughed out the word, “What?”
“A shem.” He snapped, “You’re really involved with one of them? After what they've done to our people - what they’ve continued to do?”
Her eyes narrowed, “He hasn’t done anything.” She took a step closer, eyes glued to his, “In fact, our own people have done much worse things to me than he ever would!”
Retter’s mouth did that annoying quirk. Despite the smirk, he shook his head, “Enasal, your clan isn't like the rest of us-”
“Funny, because you’re acting like every human you meet has a torch in their hand!”
He dropped his arms to the side, “I wish I could make you understand - you weren’t raised as you should have been; you were wild and all alone. No elf should be alone.”
She retreated a few steps, “I had my sister and my grandmother.”
“And we see where that landed you.”
Enasal’s mouth dropped open for an instant before she snapped it back, setting her jaw. “Watch your mouth.”
“Enasal, do you know what the shems have done to us?” He offered a hand, “Let me explain-”
“I know what happened, my grandmother was a Keeper.” She said through gritted teeth, “But I know what my clan did, too. Individuals, Retter. If you don’t want to be lumped in with something you don’t like, take care not to go around lumping other people together.”
“The shem-”
“Cullen.” She emphasized, “Has never treated me badly. He cares about me.”
Retter’s smile dropped.
Without a single word, he turned and threw the door to the undercroft open. He gave her a final glance before stepping in and closing the door behind him.
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Ain’t he a piece of work, people?
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DRABBLE TIME. Give me some requests!
So I don’t own these, and I would love to give credit to whom ever compiled this list of dialogue prompts but I can’t find the original poster so if you know who I can give to credit too please message me.
Writing Prompts:
Angst:
1: " Give me a chance. "
2: " Not you again.. "
3: " Leave me alone. "
4: " I don't love you anymore. "
5: " Why do you hate me? "
6: " I lost the baby. "
7: " I thought you loved me. "
8: " I don't need you anymore. "
9:" I can't believe you! "
10: " We cant keep this up forever. "
11: " You're a monster. "
12: " I hate you. "
13: " Don't leave me... "
14: " You're a disappointment. "
15: " Don't die on me– Please. "
16: " I never meant to hurt you. "
17: " Are you upset with me? "
18: " I wish i'd never met you. "
19: " I'm going to kill you! "
20: " Please don't hurt me like this. "
21: " Thanks for nothing. "
22: " Dont call this number again. "
23: " Why did you spare me? "
24: " You need to leave. "
25: " I'm sick. "
26: " I'm dying. "
27: " I wish i'd never met you. "
28: " I thought we were family!"
29: " There was never an us. "
30: " So that's it? It's over? "
31: " I fucked up. "
32: " I came to say goodbye. "
33:" He's dead because of you. "
34: " I don't deserve to be loved. "
35: " About the baby... Its yours. "
Love:
36: " I'm so in love with you. "
37: " Dance with me! "
38: " Isn't this amazing? "
39: " I wish we could stay like this forever. "
40: " Will you marry me? "
41: " I'm pregnant. "
42: " I need a hug. "
43: " You're special to me. "
44: " I'm going to keep you safe. "
45: " Do you trust me? "
46: " Can I kiss you right now? "
47: " You're cute when you're angry. "
48: " I've liked you for awhile now. "
49: " Lets have a baby. "
50: " We'd make such a cute couple. "
51: " I want to take care of you. "
52: " Can we cuddle? "
53: " It's lonely here without you. "
54: " I can't stand the thought of loosing you. "
55: " Shut up and kiss me already. "
56: " Are you flirting with me? "
57: " Is that my shirt? "
58: " How did we get here? "
59: " You own my heart. "
60: " You'd be a great dad. "
61: " You'd be a great mom. "
62: " I want to protect you. "
63: " Whats the matter? "
64: " You're so beautiful. "
65: " Did you do something different with your hair? "
66: " Is that a new perfume? "
67: " Stop being so cute. "
68: " You're making me blush! "
69: " You're teasing me again... "
70: " This is why I fell in love with you. "
71: " You're the best! "
72: " They're going to love you, don't worry! "
73: " Oh, Are you ticklish? "
74: " Of course I remembered! "
75: " You're one hell of a girl. "
76: " You're one hell of a guy. "
77: " Are you jealous? "
78: " Hold me and never let me go. "
79: " Stop hogging all the blankets! "
80: " Lets run away together. "
General:
90: " Catch me if you can! "
91: " I'm fine. "
92: " Are you drunk? "
93: " Are you high? "
94: " We cant go in there... "
95: " Give it back! "
96: " Well this is just great. "
97: " Don't touch me. "
98: " Not sure if you could tell, but I'm not exactly a people person. "
99: " This was fun— Lets do it again sometime!"
100: " I didn't do it! "
101: " I did it... "
102: " I don't remember that! "
103: " Well that's pretty rude of you to say. "
104: " Get that thing away from me! "
105: " You owe me. "
106: " Do you believe in aliens? "
107: " Do you believe in ghosts? "
108: " Are you hitting on me? "
109: " Why are you naked? "
110: " You did what?! "
111: " You have... Superpowers? "
112: " Why are you bleeding? "
113: " Where did all these puppies come from?"
114: " Don't make me come over there myself! "
115: " That wasn't funny. "
116: " This tastes horrible. "
117: " This is delicious! "
118: " Are you mad at me? "
119: " Stop ignoring me... "
120: " I love that show too! "
121: " Can I borrow that book of yours?"
122: " Lets blow this joint. "
123: " Let me help you with that. "
124: " Take that back! "
125: " Wanna go see a movie with me? "
126: " No way, that's so lame. "
127: " What are you listening to? "
128: " I brought you your coffee. "
129: " Don't fuck this up. "
130: " Run! "
131: " Lets run away together. "
132: " I haven't slept in four days... "
133: " Your turn to do the dishes. "
134: " Was I really that drunk? "
135: " Was I really that stoned? "
136: "Give me back my phone! "
137: " You're an asshole. "
138: " Are you cold? "
139: " This place gives me the creeps. "
140: " I swear my house is haunted. "
141: " Did you hear that? "
142: " It's just your imagination. "
143: " Just how stupid do you think I am? "
144: " Stop being such a baby. "
145: " Go back to bed. "
146: " Are you okay? "
147: " I can take care of myself just fine."
148: " Thanks for helping me back there. "
149: " Since when have we ever been friends? "
150: " What on earth are you wearing? "
151: " I can't feel my legs! "
152: " Stop texting me weird stuff so late at night. "
153: " Put me down! "
154: " There's only one bed... "
155: " It isn't what it looks like! Okay.. Maybe it is... "
156: " How did I loose it? "
157: " I read your diary. "
158: " This is awkward. "
159: " Didn't you read the sign? "
160: " Do you think you can teach me that? "
Sexual:
161: " Bite me. "
162: " Make me. "
163: " Fuck me. "
164: " Stop teasing me so much... "
165: " Do you like it when I touch you like that?"
166: " Okay.. This is new. "
167: " Want to head back to my place and have a little fun? "
168: " You're in trouble now. "
169: " What a pretty sight. "
170: " Bend over. "
171: " On your knees. "
172: " The food looks great but.. There's something much more delicious i'd like to eat right now. "
173: " Lay back. "
174: " Take off your clothes. "
175: " Well, fine; just this once. "
176: " I'm waiting. "
177: " You're so beautiful. "
178:" As you wish. "
179: " First one to make a noise looses."
180: " You have no idea what you do to me. "
181: " If you're bored; Wanna have sex? "
182: " Ive wanted this for so long. "
183: " Car sex looks so much more easier in the movies. "
184: " Can I touch you? "
185: " Open up. "
186: " No strings attached. "
187: " Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you? "
188: " Mine. "
189: " The nights still young. "
190: " We cant do that here! "
191: " Behave. "
192:" What did you just say? "
193: " Good girl. "
194: " Good boy. "
195: " Come here. "
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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt 101
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Keith wasn’t very good at sitting still and being a cooperative patient. Taking him to VOLTRON, his boyfriend was a grumpy snarky creature who’d inhabited his little anger loaf’s skin. Keith hadn’t been behaving. He’d slipped mopping the floor, instead of letting Lance clean up Kosmo’s mess. Keith had his pride, but he also had no “stop button”. That his boyfriend could look after him so effortlessly, then be such a terrible patient was enough to do his head in. Keith’s little stunt with slipping, when he was supposed to be sitting on the sofa behaving, had Lance in tears. He’d carried his damn boyfriend to VOLTRON, because Keith had made himself bleed through the dressings on his wounds. Keith insisted he was overreacting. Lance would rather be safe than sorry, especially now more of Keith’s bruising had come up. They had more than enough medical supplies at home, and been around long enough to know how to treat a wound, but this was Keith and he couldn’t live with himself if he’d missed signs of infection.
As Coran helped Keith out his shirt, Lance sat staring at the floor. He was so tired of feeling useless. Keith always took such good care of him, even when he was being a douche and didn’t deserve it. He knew he was stressing Keith out, but Keith was stressing him out too. He wouldn’t listen to his body, and Lance didn’t want to make him feel even worse about being banged up
“Okay, number two. Let’s take a little look here. This might hurt a bit”
Lance gagged as he watched Coran peel back the bloodied dressing. The smell of blood taking him by surprise when it really shouldn’t have. Covering his mouth, he felt Coran’s eyes on him, Lance giving a tiny shake of his head. He didn’t want to make a big deal out of it
“I see you’ve opened some of the scabbing. Not to worry, I’ll get you cleaned right up and back to Lance’s care”
Now Keith’s eyes were on him, his boyfriend looking cranky over the fuss
“Thanks, Coran. I told him he was overreacting, but he insisted on having it looked at”
“That’s because he cares, my boy. Even the smallest of wounds can turn serious”
“I’m okay... a bit stiff and sore, but you get that”
Coran moved away from Keith to gather up what he needed to redress Keith’s arm
“I’m quite certain you’re very stiff and sore. How’s the leg been?”
“Worse than the arm”
“Ah, that’d be the weight on it. It’s important you do gentle stretches, but rest as much as you need”
“I’m resting too much if you ask me. There’s nothing to do at the apartment but rest”
Now Lance could have dobbed him in right there. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t admit Keith had been hurt cleaning, a job he should have been doing
“Patience, my young one. I’m sure you and Lance are having a fine time”
“He keeps telling me off. He won’t accept I can do things for myself”
Lance’s stomach rolled as misery smacked him in the face. He only wanted to help. He’d tried to include Keith where he could. He’d sat down next to him to sort the washing, but when Keith had accidentally dropped a pair of Shiro’s socks, his boyfriend burst into tears over being useless. He wasn’t useless. He’d never been useless. Lance was the one who felt useless. Keith was amazing about taking care of him, while he was clueless apparently. To see Keith’s wounds for the second time that day had him in tears. He needed air... why couldn’t he... Rushing from the chair to kneeling in front of the trash can, he threw up. The sound awful in the otherwise quiet room
“Lance!”
The way Keith called his name hurt to hear. He didn’t need any fuss or attention. He was fine... Keith was the one who needed help. Flinging his hand up, he stopped Keith from climbing off the bed. Heaving again, before gagging and spitting. Thoroughly and completely embarrassed over his behaviour, he sucked down a deep breath. He was overreacting. He was being dumb. Keith was alright
“I’m okay...”
“Babe...”
“I’m okay... just let Coran treat your arm”
“You threw up! You’re the one who should be up here, not me”
“And I’m okay now... just... need a minute”
“Shall I call Allura?”
“I’m fine!”
Shit. He’d snapped. He didn’t want to snap. He shouldn’t have snapped. How dumb could he be?
“I’m sorry. I’m okay. It’s anxiety...”
“Coran, is there anything you can do for him? He’s been on edge since the accident”
Like Keith hadn’t been an anxious mess when he’d been hurt or sick!
“I’m fine! I’m sorry I threw up!”
“Babe...”
“Don’t “babe” me! I could have fucking lost you, Keith! I’m sorry. I know I’m driving you fucking crazy! I know I’m not entertaining enough. I know you’re bored, but why can’t you just listen to your body and rest... I can’t... I can’t cope when you... when you’re hurting. I can’t cope knowing it’s my fault because I didn’t mop the floor. If I’d been better you wouldn’t have tried...”
Crying on floor, he felt sick. Keith’s arm and leg would heal, but if he’d been better then Keith would have stayed put. Now Keith had a chance of scarring worse than he would have had he not opened his wounds. When Lance was feeling shit, Keith was always there with plenty of cuddles. Only Keith didn’t want to cuddle like that. He was constantly bored. Lance knew the feeling, but when Keith held him, he got it. He got that Keith wanted him to rest with his best interests in mind.
With a grunt, Keith climbed off the examination table, shuffling over to him, hissing as his knees cracked and his boyfriend squatted beside him
“Babe... hey...”
“I’m sorry... I just want to take care of you but I’m not doing it right”
Keith slipped his arm around Lance’s shoulders
“No. I’m the one who’s sorry. You’re freaked, but I’m going to be okay”
“You keep... I know you’re bored... but you... I’m not being a good boyfriend...”
“I’m terrible at being sick. I’m not used to having someone stay around all the time. Adam and Shiro tried, but I get... frustrated and pushed them away”
He knew that. He knew Keith had spent so fucking long thinking that he had to do it all alone. But he didn’t have to now. Lance wanted to take care of him. Love him. Treasure him and show him that he was more than deserving of having someone there with him
“Why can’t I be enough? I love you...”
“I know. I don’t mean to stress you out so much...”
Lance cried harder at that. Keith was being too nice to him
“I’m the one stressing you out. You should be relaxing... but you don’t even want to cuddle and I can’t make you feel better”
“Babe, you do... Sitting around makes me feel useless”
“But you do it with me”
“Because I know it makes you feel better. I like knowing you trust me enough to hold you”
That made it sound like he’d been a burden... he didn’t want to be a burden
“So you don’t trust me?”
Keith sighed
“It’s not like that...”
“Then tell me so I understand. I know you want to do everything, but why can’t you let yourself heal? Why can’t my cuddles be enough for you?”
Lance gagged, hunching back over the bin as he suddenly threw up again
“I think that’s enough, boys. Keith, let’s get that arm dressed then you can both talk about this at home”
Keith ignored Coran
“It’s not that it’s not enough... it’s just... I feel really stupid for getting in the accident to begin with. When I see you rushing around, it reminds me that I hurt you by scaring you and then I get mad at me”
“You don’t have to be mad at you. You didn’t ask to be hit”
“But I could have left you all alone and I’m not okay with that”
Then why couldn’t Keith hold him like he usually did? Why did couldn’t he talk to him about how he was feeling? Sure, his anger loaf wasn’t known for his communication skills, but he’d gotten better
“Then stop... pushing so hard. I just... I know it sucks when you can’t do what you want and it’s frustrating... but you could still die! A slip or a bump on that bruising... it could cause a clot... and you could just... die like that... I’m a fucking vampire and I can’t help you!”
“I’m not going to die”
“You don’t know that...”
“I’m pretty sure you’d kick my arse if I did. Babe, I know you’re stressed, but I am grateful you’re with me”
“I just want you to get better”
“How about we make a deal? You won’t rush around the house cleaning every microscopic particle of dust and I’ll try not to be so cranky”
“I just want to go home and cuddle”
“Coran will change my dressing, then we’ll go home. I promise I’ll behave”
Lance finally leaned into Keith’s touch. His stomach felt horrible, and he craved Keith’s comfort
“You better, Keith Kogane. I love you so much that it scares me”
“I love you too, babe. So much. I didn’t mean to stress you so much. I’ll try to be okay with you needing to work through your anxiety”
“I’m only anxious because every time I look at you, I’m reminded how fucking lucky I am that you’re alive, and how fucking lucky I am to have you as my boyfriend”
Keith nuzzled into his hair, kissing the spot as he nuzzled
“I’m the lucky one. I’m sorry I’ve been arsehole”
“I’m sorry for being scared”
“We’re both idiots, aren’t we?”
“A bit... I’m okay. I’ll be okay...”
“Okay. Wanna help me back up? Or are we taking up residency on the floor?”
Lance snorted, regretting it as he snotted. Crying helped a bit... All he wanted was his Keith to be safe and loved... and maybe a tad less stubborn but that was pushing his luck
“It is a nice floor”
“Yeah, but I mean, when compared to being at home in bed... it could be better”
Bed sounded heavenly... Maybe because Keith was suggesting it, his boyfriend would actually stay put for cuddling?
“Let’s get you fixed up and go home”
“Yeah, babe”
*
“Don’t shoot me, I’m coming in”
Knocking lightly on Keith’s open door, Keith glared at Shiro for the unnecessary knock and comment. Lance was cuddled up against his side. His fingers lightly threaded through Lance’s hair. Lance had needed a cry. He was beating himself up too much, and Keith hadn’t been blind but he had been too cranky with him
“Shhh. He finally calmed down enough to fall asleep”
“Coran told me he had a bit of an incident”
That was one way to put it. Lance throwing up suddenly made him jump. His heart hammering, then his boyfriend wouldn’t even talk... before making Keith feel pretty damn small about himself
“I’m a fucking wanker”
Walking across to his bed, Shiro sat on the edge, throwing the chocolate Keith had asked for onto the bedside table. He’d text Shiro to let him know Lance had forced him to see Coran, and that he was okay, and totally his fault. He’d asked for Lance’s favourite comfort food, wanting in some way to apologise with more than words
“You do tend to be an arsehole when you’re injured”
Yep. He knew. He knew and he knew he’d never really worked on fixing that. He’d been a complete shit to Shiro when he’d thought he’d been turned... then his brother left and drove those feelings in... then Lance got under his fucking skin, and here they were
“Yeah. Well. I upset him enough that he threw up”
“I heard about that too. Was it something specific?
“I slipped trying to mop a spot on the floor, opened my arm up a bit”
“Ah. You still haven’t figured out how to sit still. I remember when you sprained your wrist...”
Keith didn’t want to remember when he’d sprained his wrist. He’d gotten in the shit with Adam, who’d splinted his arm unnecessarily and told him he’d be homeless if he didn’t sort his shit out. Keith huffed
“I’m not a little kid”
“Lance isn’t trying to treat you like one. He loves you, like we all do. Pidge and Hunk want to come visit, I told them you’d head down on the weekend”
They’d blown up chat over the accident. None of their friends group happy that they hadn’t called to talk properly, Keith unable to cope with the guilt of them worrying
“I don’t think I’m the best company”
“You’re not, but don’t beat yourself up. Think of it like you’re Lance for a change and he’s trying to do the things you do to comfort him”
Keith played with Lance’s hair. He’d really messed up making Lance cry like that. Lance’s anxiety was off the charts and he knew that. He knew he was the same when Lance was hurt, but hadn’t taken into consideration the fact his boyfriend was so damn soft to him
“I stressed him out. He took one look at my arm and puked”
“Better than taking a look at your face and puking”
Keith was not amused. His arm and his leg looked revolting. He didn’t know why Lance hadn’t run for the hills rather than holding him
“It’s not funny. I don’t know what to do”
“Maybe take it easy and actually rest? You’re human, he’s probably taking it hard that you’ve got a bit of a recovery ahead of you. He was hysterical at the hospital. He also said that 6 months wasn’t enough time to love you, nor was a lifetime. He really cares about you, kiddo. If he was banged up instead, you’d be beating yourself up too. Logically he knows it was an accident. But you scared the absolute fuck out of both of us. He needs a little time to see that you’re healing”
“It’s so frustrating... I’m letting him down. I’m letting work down. I should be out there helping people”
“And you’ll be out there in no time, you need to be patient for now. Patience yields focus”
“All I can focus on is not being there”
“Then you’re missing out on everything Lance is doing for you. Has he mentioned the blade offer?”
Keith let his head thud back against the bed frame
“No. He doesn’t want to be in the way... but maybe Coran was right. Coran was going to help him, so was Curtis, but neither of them helped him figure out the bat issue. I don’t want him near Lotor... But... I don’t know how to help him, myself...”
“It might be a good idea to at least let Lotor show him some moves? I can be there, or we can wait until you’re there too?”
“I’ll probably lose my temper”
“That sounds like you. Anyway, I’ve got to head back to work. Do you need anything while I’m here?”
“Can you let Kosmo out? I don’t think he’s going to wake up soon”
Keith didn’t want Lance to wake up soon. His boyfriend needed the rest. He shouldn’t have been stressing him out as much as he had
“Fiiiine. I’ll take care of the child while you two laze about”
Keith rolled his eyes at his brother. Cuddles weren’t lazing about. Cuddles were necessary. Lance had kept shaking from the time he threw up right through to getting Keith resting in bed again. He’d cried all over again when they were safely tucked up bed, apologising for things he didn’t need to, and shouldn’t have to
“You’re such an arsehole. I know you love him”
He had photographic proof. Kosmo was the second best thing to happen since they’d moved here. Lance, Kosmo, Coran as his boss, and suddenly a group of friend that actually cared about him. He’d been so spoilt since they’d come to Platy
“Nope. Not at all. That’s a vicious rumour. You got your meds?”
“Yes, mum. And I’ll ask Lance if I need anything”
He meant it too. He wasn’t good at admitting it, but he couldn’t keep making Lance feel shitty. Shiro looked proud, like he’d made some massive leap in personal growth
“That’s a good step. Instead of being cranky, you need to admit what you need, and need help with. I’ll be back later”
He didn’t to have to need help to begin with... Lance was so fucking strong and he wanted to be strong like him
“Stay safe”
His brother smiled at him. He didn’t deserve Shiro and he didn’t deserve Lance. Why they loved him, he wasn’t sure
“Always, kiddo”
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