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kkusuka · 3 years

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Anatomy lessons <3

ushijima wakatoshi x reader

genre: smut

synopsis: ushijima is helplessly devoted to volleyball, and his grades reflect that.

cw: anatomically fem reader, vaginal fingering, blowjob (i think that’s it, if anything seems left out let me know!)

a/n: all i could think about is that ushiwaka is canonically stupid and i love that.

based o this request: Studying anatomy and using your body as a physical map- Ushijima ((smut)) I’ve had this imagine suck in my head about Ushijima but like just picture this, Ushijima and Y/N studying together and they both like each other but Ushi doesn’t know how to act on his emotions and Y/N can’t tell if he likes them so they are just running around in circles pinning for each other, but anyways Ushi is studying for anatomy but he just can’t get the female anatomy to stick into his head and he’s getting a bit frustrated and so Y/N is like well I’m a female, you can practice on me and he’s like well shit. Y/N lays down Ushi is gliding his hands over their body as he names the muscles and whatnot, they both get a bit hot and bothered and when Ushi finishes “studying”he’s got an awkward boner and Y/N is like “now it’s my turn to study your anatomy” and they push ushi down and 🤪🤪🤪 please give this to me I’ve been thinking about it ALL DAY!!! -✨Puppy🤩

Shiratorizawa’s reputation was built upon intelligence and elegance.

The students are of the highest degree in not only book-smarts but also athletics. Only the most talented and were persons were allowed in the walls of the academy. Hell, the entrance exam resembled an AP college exam.

“I do not understand.”

Of course, there are always loopholes.

The first being an athletic scholarship. One of the more annoying ways to make it into the school, according to the students. You don't mean to sound mean but, it was blatantly obvious when someone is on athletic help.

But that wasn't what you were dealing with right now. No, it was something the students found way worse.

A recommendation.

Actually, it was an athletic recommendation.

Ushijima Wakatoshi was known before he had even appeared.

You had been the lucky one to sit next to him first, and second, and somehow third year. And through that, you’ve learned more than a few things about him.

Firstly, he was the most amazing volleyball player you have ever seen. He also had so much passion for the sport that it had seemed to rub off on you. By the end of first-year gym class, you knew how to receive a light spike of his.

Second, he was extremely easy to fall in love with. For being constantly aloof and oblivious, he had this pull to him that just roped you in. at first you weren't sure what you felt for the bot, then he had helped you with a project ending the night with a smile and you were done for.

He was also incredibly easy to stay in love with. Once he had your attention he was almost the only person you thought of. Plaguing your mind with fluffy fake dates and worries that he would never like you back.

But he hasn’t said anything for you to believe either of those situations so you sit at a constant stalemate.

And thirdly, he was not only dense but utterly stupid. How was someone so sought after so completely unaware of admiration? Not only his social unawareness, but he was also not the smartest when it came to school.

Then you swooped in, raised his grades a few points, and became his official homework helper. You thought it was a blessing, more time with the man who had your heart, but you underestimated just how much help he needed.

You had no idea how many times you would have to explain the Pythagorean theorem to someone before they understood. (you're sure now that he didn't really understand and he just didn't want to hear it again.)

And anatomy was no exception.

“That’s alright Toshi, do you want to try looking at a different diagram? That might help!”

Opening a new book, you spent another ten minutes staring at the page just looking at it, before staring back up at you. And that's your cue. No more diagrams, he was never going to learn like that.

This was what you called plan visual. somethings, namely science, were better learned but seeing and not memorization.

Letting out a sigh, you closed all of the books and told him to do the same.

“Ok, here’s what’s going to happen.” placing yourself directly in front of the cross-legged man, garnering his full attention, “I'm going to give you an arm and a leg and, let's start with the skeletal system, so just tell me all the bones you can remember.”

Lending your hand you took it in his and gave you a nod. Going up the length of your arm finishing at your shoulder blade, he moved to run a hand along your un-bending leg. Starting at your ankle he kept a constant hand on the back of your knee, keeping your leg hanging in the air.

A few mixed up bones later you finally moved on to muscles. Not only did it take far longer but you could tell he was getting frustrated, if the hand gripping your thigh as he tried to name all the muscles there was any telling.

On his fifth try, you gave him some help and just decided to move on, seeing that it wasn't needed for him to know blood vessels just yet, there was only one other thing he had to do.

Male and female anatomy.

You had tried to avoid the topic but that seemed almost impossible at the moment.

“Is something wrong Y/n?” As he spoke you became all too aware of his hand still on your thigh and how he was staring right at you like he could tell exactly what you were thinking, “the next topic is the reproductive system correct?”

“Erm, ye-yeah, but we don’t have to-”

“Don't be silly, we have to get through all the material that will be on the test. May I have the textbook to reference from?” he spoke as if he was ordering food, completely nonchalant. As if his hand wasn't reaching into your skirt and sliding your panties to the side.

“This unit does not require the breasts so you can keep your shirt on.” he continued to slide your underwear from your legs flipping your skirt, pushing you onto your back. Maneuvering you to how he wanted, you holding your legs spread open and close to your chest, he got to work.

“The outer lips, formally known as the labia majora,” he spoke as he ran a finger down, spreading them open to e your hole clench around nothing. He let out a breath and intently stared at your core.

“Labia minora, inner lips.” running another finger along your lips he collected the wetness that had collected on them, bringing it to his mouth, maintaining eye contact as he licked it clean. “A woman creates a natural lubrication to aid in intercourse.”

Deliberately avoiding your clit, he moved to the urethral opening, passing it quickly. Moving to run a hand along your stomach placing where he thought your cervix and womb lay.

“The clitoris, an organ that is completely dedicated to pleasure.” his thumb rubbing small circles around your bud was the final opus for you to let out all the soft whimpers you had so desperately wanted to let out.

Eye’s shooting to meet yours his thumb moved quicker, drawing more pants and wanton moans from your throat.

“Please Toshi, I wanna-”

Your beg must've ripped him away from whatever daydream he lost himself in, roping his thumb away from your clit, a whine escaping you, he moved to his final destination.

“The vaginal hole, where a man enters a woman and makes her his own. It leads straight through the cervix into the womb.” right as he finished two fingers shoved their way into your pussy.

Reattaching his thumb to your clit, he coaxed moan after moan out of you.

Hitting a spot somewhere deep in you, cunt spasming as he rode out you high with slow strokes, “the g-spot, a small area that aids with the female orgasm.”

Taking his fingers to his mouth once more, he watched you let your legs down and close your eyes to help calm your roaring heart. In your bliss, you felt two lips connect to yours, a soft dance between new lovers.

A forehead rested on your hands and ran up and down your sides placing you back into a sitting position.

“y/n?”

“Hmm?”

“We still have one more thing to do.”

Oh right, this lesson was a two-way street.

Crawling to kneel between his crossed legs you palmed his bulge as he leaned back on the chair, bringing his hands behind his head. He watched you take his cock out of its restraints, wrapping your lips around the tip leaning his pre-cum.

He let you pace yourself, don't complain when you came up to explain what you were doing to what.

On the contrary, you could tell all he wanted to do was push your head down and keep it there until his load stuffed your throat. Realizing this was probably the last time you would have control over the boy.

But all seems worth it when he shows you the A+ on the anatomy test.

Maybe Ushijima Wakatoshi is a good student after all.

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wreathedinscales · 3 years

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"Wangji."

Golden eyes open in catlike slits. Were it not for his size, his jade white scales would be lost under the sleeping rabbits snuggled around him. Here, nestled in his hoard, Lan Xichen's brother is his most content, and Lan Xichen hates to interrupt him.

But Uncle is right. This conversation has to happen today. So Lan Xichen approaches with a peaceable smile on his face, letting his limbs elongate into a mirror image of the dragon, almost identical to the legendary Lan An: pale antlers sprouting like small trees from a sky blue mane that stretches along his spine to a feather-soft fur tail. The noticeable difference is Lan Xichen has whiskers, two flowing tendrils on the sides of his snout. Wangji is not yet old enough to grow his.

"A disciple is being punished for insulting your breeding," Lan Xichen rumbles, putting one paw over the other. "This is the fifth proposal you have refused this week, Wangji. The elders are getting worried you will never accept a harness."

Slowly, Wangji blinks his eyes all the way open. "Didn't like them."

Lan Xichen tries not to laugh at the childish petulance in his voice. "Why not?"

Wangji doesn't answer.

A black rabbit, the only one in the bunch, hops onto his snout. Wangji looks especially pleased.

...ah.

"Wangji," Lan Xichen says cautiously, "do you have someone specific in mind?"

Wangji looks back at him.

Lan Xichen sighs. "You know I only want you to be happy. But you must know that is impossible."

"I would not be the first Lan to be without a harness."

Lan Xichen opens his mouth, then closes it, lets his tension speak for him. While they are descended from the skies, the Lan bloodline has been diluted. They are not the divine creatures of old. Human riders, empathetic bonds, allow them to keep their human hearts. What Wangji is suggesting is unfathomable to his family: relinquishing balance, an existence driven completely by instinct. Everything a Lan abhors.

Wangji averts his eyes. But he does not back down.

Lan Xichen sighs. In a rare moment, his agitation becomes apparent in the mist coiling from his jaws. He nudges his brother's snout and leaves the back hill.

The Burial Mounds seethe at Lan Xichen's approach. Lan Xichen resists the urge to seethe back. He's ridden the sword instead of scale, thinking perhaps Wei Wuxian will be more amenable to a human's approach. Most people are, except Nie Mingjue, but Mingjue has always been different. Or maybe Lan Xichen is biased.

Nevertheless, his rider has no knowledge of Lan Xichen's visit. Uncle does not even know; his nephew only told him he was going to look elsewhere for candidates for Wangji. Which is not a lie.

The wards ripple red. Lan Xichen sends a harmless breath of energy, the equivalent of knocking politely on a door. Then he waits, taking in the...scenery.

He tries to be positive. Before the war and heresy, Wei Wuxian showed himself to be clever and righteous. He had been an enormous help in the war, despite his methods. Something in him has broken Wangji's silence, and Wangji is a Lan: he does not love lightly.

Wei Wuxian is also stubborn, rash, and practices unorthodoxy. Also, he is harboring Wens in the Burial Mounds. Lan Xichen can't help thinking he's utterly unworthy of Wangji.

Lan Xichen takes a deep breath, then grimaces. The Burial Mounds is choked with resentful death and rotting flesh. But he will stick to his purpose.

"Sect Leader Lan."

Wei Wuxian is a skeleton in worn clothes, twirling his dizi with deliberate carelessness. His smile is sharp and cautious.

"Has Lan Zhan finally given up?" he asks.

Lan Xichen smiles back. "On the contrary. I wish to speak with you, Young Master Wei, if you have a moment."

Wei Wuxian tilts his head. "You've never been here. Would you like a tour while we talk?"

"I'm afraid it is a sensitive subject."

Wei Wuxian's fingers twitch around Chenqing.

"Young Master Wei," Lan Xichen says, "I mean you and your charges no harm." After a moment's consideration, he says, "It is about Wangji."

Wei Wuxian starts. Suddenly, he is speaking rapidly: "Is he alright? Did something happen?"

"May we talk?" Lan Xichen repeats.

Wei Wuxian's lips purse. He waves his hand, and the barrier falls.

"Follow me."

This is not an army.

This is an old woman patting the Ghost General's head as he helps her lift a bag of radishes. This is an old man crowing about his latest attempt at wine. This is a young child, a child, running to wrap around Wei Wuxian's leg.

The crowd turns and falls quiet. Lan Xichen cannot attempt to hide his antlers or tail, much less his pristine clothes. He nods and smiles as kindly as he can, bidding a polite greeting.

Wen Qing emerges from the throng. She salutes stiffly. "Sect Leader Lan."

Wei Wuxian swings the child into his arms. "A-Yuan, go back to Granny."

A-Yuan instead grins at Lan Xichen and yells, "Rich-gege!"

Wei Wuxian laughs. "No, no, this is his big brother. He came to talk." He's looking at Wen Qing as he says this. "We won't be long."

Wen Qing's eyes flick between them. At length, she holds out a hand and says, "A-Yuan."

A-Yuan pouts but allows Wei Wuxian to put him down. "Bye, Big Brother!"

Lan Xichen waves. "Wonderful to meet you, A-Yuan."

Wei Wuxian resumes walking with more urgency in his step. Beyond the quaint settlement is a cave. Wei Wuxian throws a few talismans around the entrance and demands without preamble, "What's wrong with Lan Zhan?"

Lan Xichen explains the situation despite his spinning thoughts. A-Yuan's face has been burned there, igniting a wildfire that makes his tail twitch like a hatchling's. Somehow he manages to sound steady throughout.

"The consequences," he adds, "are not well-known."

Wei Wuxian has somehow grown more pale. "Then why have you told me?" He attempts to smirk. "Is it because you know I have nobody to tell?"

Lan Xichen keeps his smile fixed to his face. "I tell you because Wangji will take no one but you."

For some reason this surprises Wei Wuxian. For some reason, he cries, "But Lan Zhan hates me!"

Lan Xichen stares.

And stares.

Wei Wuxian's nose twitches. "Don't look at me like that. You and Lan Zhan are too much alike."

It's been years since anyone's said that about Lan Xichen and his brother. But if that were true, Wei Wuxian wouldn't be gaping like a dead chicken.

"How..." Lan Xichen pauses and attempts to word this properly. In the end, he can only say, "Please explain."

Wei Wuxian blinks. "I mean, he's made his opinion about my cultivation clear. He keeps telling me to come back to Gusu and everything!"

"...I see."

This is an utter lie. Lan Xichen has not outright lied in years.

Wei Wuxian shakes his head. "Besides, what would I do as a rider? I..." he swallows. For a moment, his expression darkens. "No. It's impossible."

Lan Xichen looks at him. Looks around the cave. Thinks of the child outside. He makes the executive decision to open his rider-bond and say, I need help.

While Mingjue implodes in his skull, Lan Xichen says, "I believe there has been a slight misunderstanding."

Wei Wuxian raises an eyebrow. "You think?"

"...several misunderstandings."

Wei Wuxian scoffs and crosses his arms. "So what would you have me do? I'm not saying I believe you about Lan Zhan's feelings," spirits above, he can't be serious, "but am I supposed to write him a letter? I'm not going to Gusu, if I haven't made that clear."

Lan Xichen answers Mingjue's barrage of questions while replying, "What would be your decision?"

"What? Sect Leader Lan, I can't possibly accept!" Lan Xichen's stomach drops. "The cultivation world will skin him alive, for one! And I can't leave the Wens alone!"

"Disregarding all of that," Lan Xichen says, "What would be your answer?"

Wei Wuxian's brow furrows. "Disre..." He laughs. "Forgive me, Sect Leader Lan, but did you hit your head on your way here?"

"Wei Wuxian."

The cave vibrates. Shadows curl around Wei Wuxian, ready to defend.

Lan Xichen closes his eyes until he can smile again. "If none of that existed. Would you accept?"

Wei Wuxian falters. The shadows disperse, leaving him small and sad. It reminds Lan Xichen painfully of how young he is despite his deeds.

"Lan Zhan is too good," Wei Wuxian murmurs, "Too good." He huffs with a pained smile. "If the world was magically better, and he asked me, I could never say no."

Mingjue, now informed of the situation, has Baxia-sharp focus. The cutting edges are comforting.

"Young Master Wei," Lan Xichen says, "I will return soon."

Nie Mingjue despises the Wens. He has made that abundantly clear. But he is also a good man. A man who will not, in good conscience, look at the people in the Burial Mounds and stand aside.

A baffled Wei Wuxian is roped into giving that tour.

Lan Xichen thinks he owes Jiang Wanyin an apology. The man had tried so hard to protect his brother, but no one had helped him, not even Wei Wuxian.

Afterwards, the three of them stand in the cave and Nie Mingjue considers Wei Wuxian. Wei Wuxian considers him in turn, shoulders slightly curled, ready to defend himself and the Wens.

The moment Lan Xichen pictures him being spoiled by his brother is when he knows the decision is made.

"Alright," Mingjue bellows, "let's gather the sects."

Wei Wuxian's says, "Huh?"

Since Wei Wuxian is so leery about Gusu, the conference takes place in Qinghe. Wangji is the first to arrive, sailing on the wind.

Wei Wuxian watches him land in open awe. No, he's smitten. Oh dear.

"Wei Ying" is of course the first thing Wangji says with human lips.

"Lan Zhan," Wei Wuxian replies, "Your brother said some weird things."

Wangji's pupils turn to slits. "Brother?"

Lan Xichen puts his hands behind his back. "You have a preference."

Wangji's expression doesn't change, but he can't hide his sorrow from Lan Xichen. "He has already refused."

"Eh?" Wei Wuxian cries, "What do you mean?"

Wangji looks like a scolded hatchling and Lan Xichen's talons twitch in his fingers. "You will not come to Gusu."

"Wh...you...what?"

Nie Mingjue is very amused. Lan Xichen internally chides him. It does not work.

"I thought you were going to punish me!" Wei Wuxian says.

Wangji's eyes widen. "Would never punish Wei Ying."

"But! You don't like me?"

Nie Mingjue snorts.

Wangji sends him a glare before responding. "I never said that." His ears turn red. "Like Wei Ying."

Wei Wuxian is red as well, only it's his entire face. "Lan Zhan?"

Wangji's tail flicks. "I do. I...I want." His throat bobs. "I want your harness."

Wei Wuxian chokes. "That...that sounds...why did you say it like that? No, just." He hides his head in his hands. "Lan Zhan. Lan Zhan."

Wangji averts his eyes. "But you have refused me. Brother had no right to bother you."

"Bother? I? No!" Wei Wuxian groans. "Lan Zhan, you are the best person in the world. Who wouldn't like you?"

Silence. Wangji's mouth hangs open. It's hilarious and Lan Xichen refuses to laugh. In his mind, Mingjue cackles for him.

"Okay," Wei Wuxian says, slightly muffled by his fingers, "Okay. Stop. Back up." He drops his hands and points to Wangji. "You, Lan Zhan, Lan Wangji, Hanguang-Jun." Points to himself. "Wants me to be your rider. Because you like me."

Wangji's ears are almost purple. "Mn." Quieter, he adds, "Very much."

Wei Wuxian gapes at him. "Holy fuck."

He runs into Wangji's arms.

"Holy fuck!" he cries again, "Lan Zhan! Holy fuck!"

Wangji's eyes are shining. "Mn."

Wei Wuxian buries his face in his shoulder. "Maybe one day, when all this dies down, we can..."

He pulls back with an aggrieved noise. "No. No, wait. I...ah, Lan Zhan, don't look like that! It's just. There's...it's just that...ah, hell."

He grasps Wangji's wrists. Wangji reciprocates.

Wangji pales.

Says, "Wei Ying."

Wei Wuxian yanks his face towards him and whispers rapidly in his ear. Lan Xichen's senses can pick it up despite his best efforts at giving them privacy: "So you see, Lan Zhan, it can't work, I'm sorry, but it—"

And Lan Xichen could have gone his whole life without knowing what his brother looks like shoving his tongue down someone's throat.

"Wangji."

Golden eyes open in catlike slits.

Lan Xichen smiles. "A-Yao just gave me the news. Not even Jin Guangshan could dispute what's in front of him. When he wakes, please tell Young Master Wei that the Wens may stay in Gusu."

It's been weeks of sleepless nights and restraint. Wei Wuxian hadn't wanted the Wens anywhere near the conference, but "Granny" and "Uncle Four" convinced him to let at least them, Wen Qing and Wen Qionglin to go. In the meantime, the Wens were given space in the Unclean Realm under Nie Mingjue's watch.

Wangji, for reasons undisclosed to even Lan Xichen, has stopped saying anything against Wei Wuxian's cultivation. He still does not seem pleased with it, but when asked, he expounds on Wei Wuxian's virtue and sense of justice until the other person is forced to give up asking him.

For his part, Wei Wuxian puts on the Yiling Patriarch ferocity until Lan Xichen asks about A-Yuan. At first, Wei Wuxian had been visibly thrown by the question. Then he started talking like a proud father. When he mentioned how smart A-Yuan is for a toddler, many cultivators shifted in their seats.

A-Yuan did make a brief appearance in the proceedings, with Wei Wuxian and the gathered Wens watching like hawks and Wangji in scales. A-Yuan had screamed at the sight of the Jins.

To the surprise of absolutely no one, Jiang Wanyin is quick to join Lan Xichen and Nie Mingjue. Well, Wei Wuxian is surprised, but Lan Xichen has lost his trust in Wei Wuxian's basic emotional awareness.

So it comes to this: Wei Wuxian sleeping soundly, holding Wangji's tail with all four limbs, A-Yuan snuggled in Wangji's mane. Wangji has promised Wei Wuxian a flight. Lan Xichen wonders at Wei Wuxian's crying as he listened. Soon, they will be among Wangji's hoard of rabbits.

("He hoards what? But he didn't have any when I gave him those two!"

"...excuse me?")

Wangji is not just content. He is happy. Another smile for Lan Xichen's own hoard.

"I will."

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howtowhumpyourhiccup · 4 years

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Whumptober Day 27: I’ll be Right here, Bud

Summary: Written for Whumptober Day 27. Httyd Zombie AU. What happens when the abandoned house you're waiting for your friends is in the middle of an area that happens to be hit by an earthquake on the one day you happen to be there? What happens when there also so happens to be a very poorly treated pipe that has decided to burst and has slowly been eating away at the street that house happens to be on? Nothing good as Hiccup and Toothless soon find out.

Rating: Teen and Up

Characters: Hiccup, Toothless

Pairing: None

Words: 1 752

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Prompt: Earthquake

Whumpee: Hiccup, Toothless

Author’s Notes: Not too happy with this one, there's a chance this might be overly dramatic. I have absolutely no idea what earthquakes are like.

Constructive criticism is appreciated!

Enjoy!

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The first sign that something is wrong comes from Toothless. He can sense that something is about to happen, that there is something not quite right with the very earth that they live on.

Resting on the floor by a worn couch in a neglected living room, his eyes snap open and his head shoots up. Breathing rapidly, he can feel it coming, can sense the early rumblings like only a dragon can.

An earthquake is coming.

Looking towards the couch, he can see his Rider lying on top of it, eyes closed. He may be asleep, he may simply be resting.

Hiccup is often tired. Toothless has always known him that way, as someone who is often tired for several different reasons. So unlike the others, he doesn't really partake in scavenging, choosing to recharge instead.

But as much as Toothless wishes him all the time to recuperate, he really needs to get his ass up.

So Toothless grabs him by his plaids and pulls him right off the couch, causing him to wake up by the hard fall on the floor.

"Toothless! What was that for?!" Hiccup groans, rolling onto his back and first almost missing his Bud's trying to bite down toothlessly on his arm to pull him up and out of the house.

"Bud? Toothless, what's wrong?" When he asks, that's when the earthquake starts.

The home they're in starts to rumble and shake. The chandelier overhead quickly and violently swings from right to left, picture frames fall from the wall, knickknacks strewn about tumble to the ground. The sound of glass and dishes breaking in the kitchen joins in.

Realizing what's going on, Hiccup climbs to his feet, holding onto his dragon as it's otherwise impossible to gain any sort of balance in these tremors.

Wanting to be out of the house and into the safety of the sky, Hiccup and Toothless make their way to the front door. But the house isn't planning on letting them leave so easily.

Without warning, the floor in the short hallway starts to give beneath Toothless and the Night Fury, not wanting to see his Rider be hurt, grabs hold of his shirt and all but flings out onto the street, just barely missing the frame of the front door.

The pavement isn't kind on his skin, scraping him all over, but that is the least of Hiccup's concerns as he looks back on all fours and finds his dragon is no longer in sight.

"Toothless!" He cries out and struggles to his feet, but then another surprise shows its ugly face. A hollow pocket beneath the street opens up and before Hiccup's wobbly legs can take him safety, it gives out under him, too, and he's left to tumble his way down, only coming to a halt in dirty water.

And then the rumbling stops and it has barely been a minute.

It's hard to see from his point of view, but a portion on their part of the street has just gone, all because of an already much too long neglected pipe having his final blow some years ago.

Groaning in pain, Hiccup is certain he's hit his head at least a couple of times and he's sure that was his left knee he felt pop out of place.

Not too worry, he'll push it back in place himself. What he's worried about is using that leg to get out of his hole and into Toothless'. That his Bud must've fallen into a basement or something is the only explanation he can think of why Toothless is suddenly nowhere to be found.

Spitting out grimy water, Hiccup carefully moves onto his side.

"Toothless?! Toothless, are you okay, Bud?" He yells out and hopes to be heard.

Only a second passes before Toothless roars back, followed by the sound of wood and brick being moved. And then, there is a second howl, this time one of pain.

Hiccup tries not to let it get to him. He pants, heart racing from the event, and realizes that he's going to have to get himself out, into Toothless' didge, and help him get out and all with a dislocated leg.

Though this kind of life hardens a person, Hiccup has never been the one to tolerate much pain. That he experiences so much of it with his leg surprisingly doesn't help. Knowing that his best friend is hurt is a good motivator, however.

"I should be preparing for uni or something. I should have my dad on my case about my grades because "you're such a bright boy with good brains, Hiccup, use them!" But no, instead I have to climb out of a sinkhole in a post-apocalyptic world because this city was apparently LOUSY with the upkeep of their streets." He groans and complains as he painstakingly slowly gets onto his back and into a sitting position, frustrated by his predicament.

A sigh leaves him in relief as that's over with. And then he looks at his knee.

He can't quite see it with his pants on, but he can feel that it's out of place. It burns.

Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on how you see it, he has enough experience with his left leg dislocating that he can pop it back in himself.

He manages to make the toes of his prosthetic face upwards and then he painfully bends his knee until it reaches his chest and then unfolds it again. And he repeats this until he can feel the knee pop back into place and a short cry leaves him.

He trembles and takes a moment to let the pain settle. He hates needing to reset that leg.

Toothless cries out for Hiccup.

"Yeah, I hear you, Buddy! I'm coming!" He calls back to him and finds the strength in him to struggle up to his feet. He'll have to crawl out of this sinkhole somehow in order to reach his dragon.

Fortunately, it isn't too high and seems doable enough.

It takes some pipes, some pieces of asphalt that are definitely not where they are supposed to be, and it takes ignoring the burning pain in his leg. But he manages to pull himself up, rolling onto his back once he's on the street and panting as he needs a moment. His knee is protesting.

Toothless calls out again.

"I know, Bud! I got out and I'm coming!" Hiccup can't blame him for the urgency, he might be hurt and he doesn't know the predicament his human partner had been in.

Hiccup struggles to his feet again and limps over to the house they'd been resting in while waiting for their friends as they searched this neighborhood for anything that could be of use to them.

Hiccup reaches the front door and finds the entire lower floor to be gone. A lot of the house is gone, having collapsed from the earthquake. It must've been structurally weak.

Of course, of all the houses and all the streets, they pick the ones most in danger of collapsing on the day they have to collapse.

"Bud?!"

Toothless calls back to him and Hiccup leans forward, holding onto the door frame and spotting his Bud in the basement with a whole lot of house on top of him.

"Bud," Hiccup gasps and the dragon moans for his help. He should be strong enough to get it off and climb out of this place himself, but a pain in his wing is stopping him.

He should go down there with him, see what exactly is wrong with his dragon and how he can help.

"I'm coming down there, Bud." Hiccup assures him, receiving a verbal reply from him in return, and looks for a way down.

There is no easy way down for him with his leg and waiting for their friends to show up to help him down isn't an option either. So he searches and spots a partially intact staircase. It doesn't look that trustworthy, he might actually end up breaking a leg should it collapse, but he sees little other choice.

So he makes his way over there, soon climbing over debris to reach the stairs. It's not easy, but he manages.

"Just a minute more!" Another moan in response.

Hiccup begins his descend, needing to be slow and careful as he can hear and feel it creak treacherously even beneath his light weight.

But he somehow reaches the basement floor safely, taking the drop after the fifth step. His knee buckles, but only just doesn't pop back out of place and Hiccup gasps.

But he doesn't take a moment, going straight for his Bud and climbing through and over wood and brick to get to him. When he does, Toothless looks up at him and Hiccup sinks to his knees. He's almost completely buried.

"Hey, Toothless, I'm here now." Hiccup pets his head and the dragon purrs.

It doesn't take long for Hiccup to spot what may be keeping him from getting out of this himself as he sees a puddle of blood.

"That can't be good," He says and leans forward to investigate, nearly lying flat to the ground to see what the cause of all of this is. When he does, he gasps.

A thin and pointy wooden beam has pierced his Bud's wing. And to keep the wound from tearing further, Toothless can't move at all.

And at the same time, there is little Hiccup can do on his own. He can see it, all that stuff needs to be removed from his dragon's back before he can get to worry about the injury and the offending object. At the same time, someone needs to keep said object in place while everything is being removed. He can't get Toothless out of here by himself.

Toothless looks up at the human, he probably knows what is up.

"I'm sorry, Tooth. I can't get you out of here on my own. We need to wait for the others." Hiccup apologizes, stroking the top of his Bud's head.

Who knows how long that will take, how long until the other Dragon Riders come back to him. And until then? Hiccup takes Toothless' head and places it on his lap.

"We have to wait for everyone else, but don't worry, I'll be right here, Bud." Hiccup assures him and Toothless purrs appreciatively. He can get through a few hours of white-hot pain so long as Hiccup is here.

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there’s always more to learn [fic]

Pairings: andrew/neil, aaron/katelyn

Tags: wholesome twinyards, fluff, more aaron suffering, references to canon violence/abuse

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Aaron's leg bounces impatiently as the clock in Bee's office ticks agonizingly slow. There's only five minutes left in today's session, and Aaron is more than ready to bolt out of there.

Katelyn is waiting. The weekend is waiting.

He's glad they rescheduled this week's session to Friday, but it doesn't make the waiting easier. If anything, time is seeping like molasses.

To his left, Andrew is stirring his fifth mug of cocoa with a spoon, even though there's no reason to mix it. Every few seconds, out of time with the ticking clock, the spoon hits the side of the cup and clangs into the quiet of the room.

Aaron is almost positive Andrew does this on purpose just to annoy him. Every. Time.

Aaron slides a glare towards his twin, with less heat than usual, while Andrew stares innocently ahead.

Aaron rolls his eyes; Andrew can act as unaffected as he wants, he's probably just as impatient. Aaron sees it in the subtle fidgeting, the way Andrew just can't quite seem to get comfortable in the cozy armchair.

What an ass, Aaron thinks, but there's an edge of fondness to it. Today's session had actually been...pleasant. He feels smooth, cleansed, instead of just raw.

This was becoming a more common occurrence, much to Aaron's shock. Sure, they would still discuss Tilda, or the trial, or the years spent apart, unaware of each other’s existence. Those conversations never got easy, but they got better. When they first started going to these joint therapy sessions, Aaron would storm out more often than not. The days he stayed meant tense, murderous silence, or cutting words which tore open new issues neither one of them even knew about.

The silence which settles over them this time is different. It's satisfied, not full of tension waiting to explode because of one of Aaron's careless remarks or Andrew's bluntness.

It's been like this for a while now. Aaron talks, Andrew responds, Bee mediates. They take small steps forward, with the occasional leap, but more often than not they get mutual understanding out of each other.

It's still a battle some days, but the fact Andrew is actually putting in an effort is enough to make Aaron put in his own.

Ever since he'd grown to accept Andrew's feelings for Neil as equivalent to his own for Katelyn, things had been moving even faster in the right direction.

It's why today is even possible, when months ago it would've been a terrible idea.

Aaron's stomach flips at the reminder of Katelyn, waiting for him outside, and he probably looks like he has to take a giant shit with how he has to force down his giddy smile.

Andrew shifts in his seat again, staring at the clock.

Of course, Bee misses none of it. She's usually more than happy to engage in small talk to wind down the last five minutes of their sessions, but today she'd let them sit in the comfortable silence, simply at peace with one another. Now though, with three minutes on the clock, she chooses to comment.

Goddamn shrinks...

"Well, you two seem excited," she says, voice warm without being prying. They don't have to respond, there's no pressure there, and Aaron decides eh, why not?

Andrew grunts something which Aaron takes as his attempt at denial, because after all, Andrew doesn't feel excitement. Or, that's what he used to say. It's becoming a less frequent statement, one Bee no doubt finds joy in. There's hardly any real fight in Andrew's unimpressed stare, and he doesn't seem to have any desire to elaborate. Bee must sense it too, Andrew's implied agreement to her statement, and she beams at his progress.

Aaron shares a look with his twin, who just shrugs, like he can't be bothered with explaining.

'You do it,' the looks says. Aaron still isn't used to how normal this feels, making plans with his brother, talking about them, spending time together that isn't part of some deal or debt.

"Katelyn and I have a mini golf date after this," he tells Bee, letting his face relax into a small smile. He can't help it when Katelyn is involved, and he wonders if the affection will ever wear off. He hopes not. "She invited Neil and Andrew."

'O-M-G, a double date!' Nicky had proclaimed obnoxiously, tears welling in his eyes. 'I'm so proud of you guys!'

Idiot.

But, he wasn't wrong. Aaron hadn't expected Andrew to say yes, but before he knew it they bought the tickets and made plans to drive to the mini-golf course after their session. It's new territory, with a lot of room for error, but Aaron lets himself be hopeful for once.

Either way, he gets to spend the night with Katelyn and hold her close while she tries to line up the ball.

Aaron sighs dreamily; it's a date night, so Katelyn will probably wear a skirt. He can't wait.

Beside him, Andrew scoffs.

"That's lovely!" Bee says, her face lighting up and she pulls her hands together. "I think it's great you two are spending more time together."

'More time.' More than the study sessions and video game nights. Voluntary time, and it's actually...not awful.

Aaron looks over to his twin and decides to say fuck it once again. This is what therapy is for right? Trying to be honest?

"Me too," he mutters, reluctant but no less truthful. Andrew's eyes slide over to him and they share a long look. Andrew's blank mask gives nothing away, but there's something swimming in the void beneath, an intensity, an acquiescence. Andrew tilts his head forward, a ghost of a nod, and Aaron's chest tightens up.

A beat passes and Andrew finally takes a sip of cocoa before he speaks, tone giving nothing away. "I just want to prove Neil isn't good at every sport."

Aaron snorts, he'd like to see that too. So far, the Foxes had been unable to find a physical activity Neil didn't pick up fast.

It's infuriating.

Satisfied with sharing like this for the remaining few minutes, Aaron sighs again. "Katelyn is cute when she focuses too hard on the game," he tells Bee, already picturing Katelyn's flushed face when her ball barely misses the hole-in-one.

Bee's smile turns a little smug. "It seems they're both competitive then?"

"I guess," Aaron says with a shrug, not really thinking about it. Katelyn is a hard worker, she hates to lose. It's sexy and adorable, and whoever wins usually gets a reward when they get home...

Aaron fully intends to cash in.

Andrew scoffs, like it doesn't even begin to cover Neil. It really doesn't. The little asshole is probably already taking the fucking game too seriously, and it's mini-golf. Aaron doesn't get how he and Katelyn get along so well, Neil's intensity is on another level.

It pisses Aaron off.

Bee's laugh is delicate, a chirp. "I must say, when you told me the two of them were becoming fast friends all those months ago, I wasn't surprised," she says. "Though I suppose you two must've already had a laugh about it."

The assumption that Andrew has ever 'had a laugh' while sober isn't worth pointing out, he's sure Bee knows anyways.

Andrew squints at her at the same time Aaron does, and something close to confusion settles on his usually neutral features. They share a look, and it suddenly feels like they're treading on thin ice.

Aaron hopes he's just paranoid, like he doesn't hear a bomb countdown in his head.

"What do you mean?" Aaron asks, cautiously. When Neil and Katelyn began to hang out, neither he nor Andrew really tried to stop it. It wasn't their call, but back then they'd been less than happy about it. Aaron had been shocked; after all, Andrew had threatened Katelyn while Neil just watched. Somehow, the event was less scary in Katelyn’s mind now, and it bloomed into some begrudging respect for Neil which had no issue spiraling into a weird friendship. Now, it's just a fact of life.

Aaron has no doubt Neil would throw Katelyn to the dogs for Andrew or the Foxes, but he treats Katelyn well and never lies to her, something she seems to value immensely from him.

Aaron doesn't get it, but Katelyn likes Neil and Neil doesn’t seem opposed to her either. Whatever.

He and Andrew don't mention it, never had a sit down about it. They certainly never had a laugh about it. Why would they?

"Well, the two of them are so alike," Bee goes on, oblivious to the tension leaking into the space. Her smile is pleasant, teasing. "It just goes to show how you and Andrew have similar tastes despite being so different."

The world freezes on its axis.

Andrew inhales a little too loudly the same time Aaron chokes on his spit. "W-What?"

The question levitates in the air, a second away from freefall.

Deceptively calm, Andrew puts his mug down with a harsh thud on the coffee table. Their time is up, but neither of them move.

Aaron would feel pride at seeing Bee so dumbstruck, if his brain wasn't liquifying in his head.

"Oh," Bee breathes, looking between the two of them slowly. She purses her lips. "You didn't know."

It's the match which lights the fire in Aaron's blood. He shoots forward, hands clenched in the couch cushions.

"That bastard is nothing like Katelyn!" Aaron spits, and Bee's smile is gone. How could she even think that?

In an instant, Aaron pictures a side by side of Katelyn and Neil. His cute, put together girlfriend who always smiles and gets along with everyone.

Then there's fucking Neil, and his all hoodie wardrobe with resting bitch face and a short fuse.

And okay, perhaps he should've phrased that better. He has no issues with his twin's relationship anymore, but he isn't exactly ready to entertain the idea that...oh god no, it's impossible.

Dobson's really off her rocker with this one.

Their feelings are the same, not their significant others.

"Aaron, that language is insulting," she reprimands, gesturing to his brother. "Neil is very important to Andrew--"

"I'll allow it," Andrew interrupts with a hand raised, shocking them all. Aaron realizes too late what the concession means though. It's classic Andrew philosophy: equal exchange. He wheels on Aaron quickly, the motion smooth and deliberate. "Sorority girl isn't exactly defying any stereotypes. Even if I was inclined to women, I doubt she'd do it for me."

Translation: 'My bastard is nothing like Katelyn, thank fuck for that.'

"Fuck you Andrew," Aaron bites back. It's a weird feeling, arguing without being enraged. There's no threat of violence here, and Aaron laughs at the ridiculousness of it. "Josten could offer to put me through med school and I still wouldn't screw him."

Andrew leans back, eyes scanning Aaron up and down. "Why would Neil want anything to do with a face like yours?"

"I look just like you."

"Mm," Andrew hums, unconvinced.

Bee looks at her watch, as if considering how far she wants to let this go given the time. "Perhaps it's best we unpack this another time. Aaron, I do want you to think about why it is you feel so insulted. I thought you liked having good things in common with Andrew?"

"I do, but not this!" Aaron says, fake retching. Andrew just stews in his chair.

He and Andrew having similar tastes in who they like is not something he can handle. It's way too close for comfort, and although he's accepted Neil's importance in his brother's life, that doesn't mean he's suddenly Aaron's favorite person.

Neil...Katelyn...alike...

Aaron's brain scrambles to piece it together.

Something akin to amusement crosses Bee's face before it disappears, and Aaron glares at her as murderously as he can manage.

"Look Bee, we're agreeing," Andrew says after a bit, tipping his mug of cocoa back as if it were a shot. "Are you proud?"

Well, at least they're on the same page about Bee's latest opinion: it's completely unfounded.

"Katelyn is sweet, and kind, and considerate," Aaron lists. "Your boy toy is abrasive, impulsive, and doesn't know how to keep his damn mouth shut!"

Andrew shrugs, unimpressed. "You say all that like they're bad things."

"To most people they are."

"Boring."

Before Aaron can launch into another tirade, Bee decides she's had enough. She laughs amicably, putting up her hands in surrender. The sound is lighthearted, and it's amazing how she can sense when the twins are having a legitimate fight versus just being asshole siblings; normal.

Aaron crosses his arms at the same time Andrew does.

"I only meant that they are alike in their feelings for you, and how they express them," Bee points out, as she has many times before. Aaron forces himself to listen to her try to backpedal. "They're both pillars of strength in your lives who you communicate well with. Right?"

Aaron and Andrew share another look; it's hard for them to admit still, but they passed that milestone weeks ago. They mumble their agreement under their breath.

Bee grins.

"But well, you're right I suppose," she sighs, patting down the ruffles of her skirt as she stands. "They have very different personalities. You two would know best."

Yeah, we would.

"Anyways, I've kept you too long as is. Go have fun on your date," Bee says, serene smile back in place. Something in the air shifts, and Aaron can't place the feeling.

Maybe it's impending doom.

Andrew still regards his therapist with suspicion as he stands, as if waiting for something else, something more.

But Bee only waves at them as they cross the room to the door. "See you both next week!"

When they walk out of Reddin, Neil is leaning against the hood of the Maserati with Katelyn. They're talking about something, probably that show Katelyn had gotten Neil into the past month (very hard to accomplish, Matt is still asking her how she did it). It's a normal sight, seeing them calmly discussing and laughing every now and again.

But now, instead of brushing it off, Aaron analyzes everything.

Ah, that's what he felt earlier. A seed being planted.

This is a fucking nightmare.

Aaron almost thinks he's the only one affected, until Andrew falters in step beside him. The blond pauses, hesitation clear in his movements. It's so unlike Andrew, it sends chills down Aaron's spine.

Aaron watches the light bounce through Katelyn's reddish brown hair, as if lighting it on fire with streaks of gold. She's gorgeous, with sun-kissed skin and blue eyes which never fail to make Aaron melt.

Usually, the sight makes all his problems disappear; Katelyn has a way of clearing his head, making him feel sane.

But then his eyes slide over to Neil, and oh god, he sees it. He can't unsee it. Neil's messy bangs catch the sunlight in almost the same way, bringing out more of its reddish color. Icy blue eyes stand out against tan skin, the result of hours spent on a track. Even with the scars, the resemblance is there.

They're basically the same height too, which is just another fuck you from the universe.

"It just goes to show how you and Andrew have similar tastes despite being so different."

"Andrew," he whispers to his brother, fearful, urgent.

Andrew's response is so quick it burns Aaron. "No," he states, end of conversation. Aaron gets the message loud and clear. If we don't talk about it we can pretend it's not true.

Aaron is 100% on board.

They walk towards the car, making their presence known, and Neil and Katelyn spot them at the same time. Their faces light up in almost the same way, though Neil's expression is more guarded, toned down for Andrew's sake. Is this always how it happens?

Aaron groans internally.

Yup, pretending is going to be a lot harder than he thought.

Andrew stills a little, and Neil's smile falters, raising an eyebrow in question. Andrew shakes his head, and it's enough. Neil relaxes in an instant.

The way they do that will never not be creepy.

It settles Aaron for the moment; Neil and Andrew are so different from him and Katelyn in everything they do. Still, he has a feeling this isn't the end of this.

For now though, he pushes the thought away as he reaches Katelyn, letting her kiss his cheek and wash his worries away. He really is excited to spend time with her, he'd be with her all the time if he could. He'll never understand why she looks at him like that, he doesn't deserve it. There's an adoration in her eyes every time he walks into a room, like she's the lucky one.

How wrong she is.

"Ready to lose?" She teases, hooking her pinky around his as they pile into the backseat. Aaron smirks at the challenge.

Oh, she's going to get it. "We'll see."

Aaron glances up to see what the hold up is, only to find Andrew whispering with Neil as his hand slowly trails down Neil's arm. The touch is gentle, and strangely intimate. Andrew's hand stops at Neil's wrist, pressing down. Neil laughs breathily, and Aaron catches the end of some Russian words.

He doesn't understand them, but he knows no one else is meant to hear.

He tears his gaze away to settle in the back with Katelyn, giving her all his attention, and doesn't bat an eye when Neil and Andrew slip into the front seats.

Neil is going to win, because of course he is.

It becomes painfully obvious five holes in, with Neil's natural movements and controlled tilts of the club.

Andrew's face gives away nothing the entire time, but the subtle shift of his eyes between his club and Neil's triumphant face says a lot.

The striker has already managed three holes in one, with Andrew close behind with two, but at this point his twin has to know it's a lost cause. Aaron doesn't miss the twitch of Andrew's jaw, and it's enough to soothe the blow of Neil being good at something.

Sorta.

Cutely, Katelyn blows her bangs out of her face, determined to catch up. She's been frozen with the ball lined up for a good two minutes now, and Aaron is in no mood to rush her. Her skirt flutters in the wind, her face flushed from the breeze. Aaron's jacket is short on her, matching well with her crop top. Sometimes Aaron wonders if she dresses off season just for the excuse to wear his clothes.

He hopes she never stops, and his eyes scan the smooth skin of her abdomen.

Aaron gives up around hole six. It's not just his dead last ranking, he's never been good at golf. It's mostly because winning isn't the real goal for the night.

Katelyn flicks her eyes to him as she smiles, full of apology for taking too long. Like Aaron minds.

He doubts Andrew and Neil notice either; he watches Andrew follow Neil to the next hole with disinterest, like he regrets the whole evening. Aaron can't see his face from where he stands, but he sees Neil's soften at something in his twin's expression.

Yeah, the rest of the world might as well be chopped liver. Aaron can relate.

He turns back to Katelyn, and recalls analyzing her for a different reason. When they first started playing, he'd tracked her and Neil's movements, watching them both tilt their heads left and right, appraising the perfect angles. Neil's hand would come up to brush his bangs at the same time Katelyn's did, and they'd bite down on their bottom lips in anticipation.

It was almost synchronized.

He and Andrew exchanged a glance, but said nothing.

Stupid. Coincidence. Don't think about it.

And since then, Aaron hasn’t. His mood has been too good.

With Andrew and Neil out of sight, Aaron allows himself a smile, and slides up behind Katelyn. His hands rest easily on her hips, and she doesn't even flinch at the contact, so used to Aaron's hands. So trusting.

Aaron swallows down the lump in his throat. Ever since the trial, he thought she'd be done with him. Katelyn, her future so promising and heart so pure...

What could she want with someone like him, hands stained with blood?

But she'd never hesitated to pull him back.

"Mm, hi," Katelyn giggles, leaning back into him as her hips sway. "Gonna help me line up?"

Aaron rolls his eyes fondly, placing his hands over the grip, swinging the club forward slightly. "I don't know how much more I can do. You're taking this a little too far for someone nearly in last."

She scoffs, affronted. "Says the one actually in last. Thank goodness Neil is as competitive as me."

Aaron tries not to stiffen. "Ugh, he's so annoying."

Katelyn laughs, reading Aaron's groan as his normal Neil-based contempt. He grips her waist tighter, forcing Bee's words away.

"I knew I'd never win," Aaron shrugs, ignoring his girlfriend's smirk as best he can. "We can be losers together."

"I don't feel like a loser with you," she whispers, turning her head to graze her lips along his ear. Aaron doesn't bother to repress his shiver.

"Sap."

"You like it."

And in that moment, Aaron can no longer resist. He steals Katelyn's lips in a passionate kiss, thankful there's no one else around thanks to the chilly weather. Katelyn whimpers in his mouth, her muscles turning to jelly, and she swings the club lightly before abandoning it completely.

The ball flies way off course, bouncing from the green and onto the sidewalk, but he doesn't care. Neither of them do, and he sighs when Katelyn leans all the way into him.

When Katelyn's legs are less jelly-like, she runs off to collect her ball while Aaron trudges ahead. He doesn't expect to see the shadows of Neil and Andrew still at the next hole; he and Katelyn were preoccupied for a while, but when he catches a glimpse of the scene, he understands.

It's over and done the moment Andrew hears his footsteps, moving away from Neil in one swift movement.

It's like nothing ever happened, Andrew's hands stuffed in his pockets; the only evidence is Neil hastily picking up his club.

But Aaron saw.

He didn't miss the closeness, Neil's back pressed to Andrew's chest as he leaned back for a kiss. He heard the end of Neil's sigh, his body melting to relax against Andrew.

Ah yes, he understands the sense of impending doom in Bee's office now. This is definitely going to be another one of those lessons isn't it?

He sighs; there's no avoiding it, only postponing. He walks up the Andrew calmly, not meeting his eye, even when Katelyn and Neil stand side by side again. It's so clear, like this.

Aaron glares into the void.

He wants to groan, to hate this.

But he can't.

The universe is an even bigger bitch than Neil.

Once the seed had been planted, it was like there was evidence everywhere. It's as if they'd been walking through a crime scene for months but just now noticed all the bloodshed.

They're sitting in the stadium lounge because of a rainstorm, waiting for the rain to subside just enough to get to their cars. Nicky complains loudly in the corner about missing his phone date with Erik, and Aaron blocks out the more inappropriate details.

He's in a good mood again; Katelyn came to see him practice, since cheer practice had been cancelled. She sits at the low coffee table in the lounge, scribbling away in her journal and shooting Aaron flirty glances.

It's great, and not even the Foxes' bickering can change that.

The lightning cuts through the walls again.

Okay, maybe they should leave.

Normally after a grueling practice, the Foxes would've braved the elements no matter how bad. They all just wanted to go home. Today is especially bad, lightning crackling in the sky.

Allison had been adamant they wait, but it seemed to only be getting worse.

"If even a single raindrop gets on me, it's your ass Day," she states, almost out of nowhere.

Kevin looks up from his dumb homework, wrinkles looking as old as his soul. Aaron is waiting for the day he snaps. It's one of the only bets he participates in. "Why me?"

Allison shrugs, like it's obvious. "I dunno, just feel like it."

"You do make it easy Kevin," Nicky interrupts, nodding sagely. Aaron actually laughs.

"Stop bullying Kevin, it's giving me a headache," Wymack yells from where he's polishing their trophy, probably just as unhappy at their presence. There's only so much he can tolerate in one day. He loves them, but they're all assholes.

"You're his father, you're biased," Nicky shoots back, flipping imaginary hair over his shoulder.

"You think I want to hear him whine?"

Kevin's hands go up in offense. The edges of a tribal tattoo peek out from where his sleeve falls, a work in progress that’s still healing and that they’re all pretty sure makes Wymack cry. "I literally did nothing to deserve this."

Katelyn's laugh is sweet and good natured, cutting through their usual banter. "You guys are such sweet friends!"

Dan and Matt beam from where they're flopped over each other on the couch, more content to watch the rest of them argue. They're being oddly clingy, and Aaron doubts he's going to be seeing his room anytime soon.

"Aw, and you're an angel!" Nicky slides onto the floor next to Katelyn, hugging her tight. She's one of the only ones who can take the crushing weight of Nicky's hugs. "How did Aaron get so lucky?"

And well, he really must be in a good mood, because his reply comes smoothly and without hesitation. He doesn't care who's around. "I don't know," he breathes out with a smile, and Katelyn's eyes widen, icy blue shining in adoration.

The moment doesn't last long. A chorus of 'awws' fill the room, and Aaron's smile shifts into a frown almost comically. "Oh shut the fuck up."

Cigarette smoke fills his nostrils, and he looks to where his brother is dutifully smoking a cigarette indoors. He guesses Wymack is too tired to scold him, but for once Andrew's bored stare is welcome. At least he never has to worry about Andrew joining in on the Foxes' teasing.

Not in the traditional way anyways.

Andrew's eyes flick to the locker room entrance every now and again, waiting for Neil to emerge. He catalogs it for later, as ammo, before his attention flies back to Katelyn.

Katelyn bites her lip to keep down her grin, but then her eyes widen in gleeful realization. She pops up to join him against the wall, pulling out a few colorful bags from her backpack.

Instantly, Aaron knows what they are, can almost taste the salt. He's never been good with cravings, obviously.

He smiles at his own morbid joke, but it's overshadowed by actual appreciation. If Andrew has a thing for ice cream, then Aaron has a thing for chips. Specifically, this brand, with its alternating flavors.

"I almost forgot! I was at the store earlier and I saw these," Katelyn says as Aaron is already tearing open a bag. "It's the flavor you like, so I bought a big stash. It's under my bed at the dorm."

God, Aaron could marry her right then. He bites down on a chip, biting back a sigh. He's lucky he plays a sport, or he'd have some serious health issues because of these things.

"You're so thoughtful," he says, and he means it, pulling her in by the back of the neck to kiss her forehead. "I love you."

"They're chips not a kidney," Andrew deadpans from the window, still not looking at any of them. Matt snorts, but Aaron for a blissful moment that his brother isn't there.

"I think it's adorable," Renee throws into the silence, and Aaron is thankful.

He shoots her a nod as he loops his arm around Katelyn's waist, pulling her close. His next words are directed at one person and one person only. "I like that Katelyn knows me so well," he jabs, and feels Andrew pause mid-drag.

But that's the most he gets; he counts it as a win. As far as reactions go, this is a gold mine from Andrew. His twin fixes him with a bored stare. "Ah to be known..."

Aaron huffs, a self-satisfied grin stuck in place.

"I'm getting the hell out of here, I can't take it anymore," Matt urges as he jumps to his feet. Dan is quick to follow, the two hand and hand.

Aaron can't help but roll his eyes. "You just want the dorm to yourself for an extra fifteen minutes."

Matt waggles his eyebrows. "You got me there. Ready to run for it?"

Renee and Allison follow them dutifully, knowing he won't wait more than a few seconds for them to actually agree. With a scowl to freeze hell, Allison drapes her team jacket over her perfectly styled hair.

Honestly, why even make the effort.

The thunder booms again as they rush out the door, their silhouettes disappearing in the heavy rain. He's glad Andrew lets Katelyn in his car now, or else they'd be walking back to the dorms.

This is better too, because Katelyn has to sit in his lap. He's really glad she came.

Neil, as usual, walks in last, always holding them up despite his speedy reputation. His hair sticks to his forehead as he strolls out into the lounge, damp from a shower and muscles relaxed. "Where is everyone?"

Andrew takes too long to respond, if he was going to attempt it at all. His eyes scan Neil up and down before the interest is seemingly gone.

"Getting wet probably," Aaron remarks, trying not to be grossed out about what that look might mean for the two of them later. He's staying at Katelyn's.

"And not in the fun way," Katelyn jokes before her cheeks light up red, too relaxed in Aaron's presence. Adorable. "Oopsie."

Neil turns to her, blue eyes marred with confusion. "I don't get it."

Of course you don't.

It's not even the fact it's a sex joke, because Neil can pick up on their innuendos more often than not. The result of years on the run simply means a lot of slang goes over Neil's head.

Aaron scoffs.

Nicky sighs, unsurprised but just as disappointed. "Hey Neil, are you sure you and Andrew have sex?"

"Nicky." Andrew's voice is toneless, but cutting, and Katelyn backs herself and Aaron away in preparation for a potential strike. Her survival instincts have improved after time around the Foxes.

Nicky throws his hands up in surrender. At one point he might've been scared, nervous at Andrew's warning. Aaron knows things have been getting better between the two of them too though, and Nicky seems exasperated at most. "Alright, alright! Just saying."

Andrew's glare is gone in a blink, and he regards Neil's lost expression as he stubs out his cigarette. "I'll explain later."

Good enough for Neil, apparently. The striker walks over to Andrew as casually as possible while the rest of them collect their bags, but the energy in his step is there. Aaron might even call it giddiness.

Andrew raises a brow as Neil stops in front of him, amusement swimming beneath the surface. It's gone as soon as Neil shrugs off his jacket and pushes it into Andrew's arms. Andrew doesn't move to take it, letting it fall to the floor. Neil snorts, no doubt expecting it. "C'mon, I know you're cold."

His smirk is teasing as he stares at Andrew's exposed shoulders a little too long. Katelyn leans in to whisper in Aaron's ear. "Guess your brother has as little cold tolerance as you do."

"Whatever," he mutters, much to her amusement.

It's freezing okay? At least he's not wearing a muscle t-shirt like Andrew. Idiot.

Andrew and Neil have a stare down for another five seconds before Andrew scoops up the jacket in the most petulant display Aaron has ever seen.

"You know nothing," Andrew says, shoving his arms through the sleeves as he ignores Neil's bright grin. Before he can turn away towards the door, Neil's voice stops him again, yanking him back.

"Oh by the way," Neil says with the wave of a hand. He fishes into his bag to pull out a king size Milky Way, only slightly crushed from whatever crap he keeps in there.

He hands it to Andrew as if it's a roll of money, as payment for a deal. Maybe he knows candy is just that important to Andrew.

Andrew stares at it, no doubt having the same crisis Aaron is currently having.

It doesn't matter, doesn't mean anything. Lots of boyfriends and girlfriends buy each other things...it's normal.

He glances quickly between Neil and Katelyn.

They're not alike. They're not.

"I got it for you, you ate your last one right?" Neil asks, shrugging with the ghost of a smile. "I know you like the dark chocolate better but they were out."

"I didn't ask," Andrew states, still staring at the candy bar in his hand.

Neil smirks, walking past him and out into the rain without a care. He is mindful not to brush their shoulders though. "You didn't need to."

Andrew's grunt is left up to interpretation, and Aaron doesn't care to figure out what it means.

Katelyn happily runs after Neil, eager to get to the car. Andrew's shoulders relax as he pulls out his keys, stuffing the candy in the jacket pocket for later.

As much as Bee's words ring in Aaron's head, annoying and worrisome, Aaron can't help but take advantage.

Andrew deserves it.

He stops right as he's about to pass Andrew, watching Neil and Katelyn jump in a puddle on accident. As if sensing Aaron's shit-eating grin, Andrew turns, and the words breeze out of Aaron's mouth. "Ah, to be known--"

"Fuck you."

Aaron makes a list in his head, because he can't resist it. It only grows as he notices more things, which doesn't help his stress.

Neil and Katelyn. Katelyn and Neil.

They're both dense when it comes to flirting.

They're both thoughtful when it concerns the twins (but Neil is still an asshole in every other arena of life okay, that's not up for debate.)

They're both competitive.

Lightweights.

Focused.

Straightforward.

That doesn't begin to cover the physical things Aaron had noticed earlier, but he forces himself to stop there. He doesn't know how much more he can take. Is it really possible? Could his beautiful, thoughtful girlfriend be anything like that arrogant exy addict?

Aaron scratches his head furiously as he trudges up the stairs to his dorm; he doesn't have time to be worrying about this. He skipped his last class for extra review time, so he better take advantage of the team's absence. Even sharing a room with Matt doesn't guarantee him peace and quiet. The Foxes all end up congregating one way or another, but Aaron knows they've all got full schedules at this time.

It's perfect, but his hope dies when he rounds the hall and hears voices coming from an open door. It's Andrew's dorm.

That's odd, he thinks. It's not like Andrew or Neil to be home at this time, and Kevin and Nicky wouldn't be far behind them.

Aaron slows as he passes, and a flash of blond is all he sees for a moment. Aaron's feet stick to the floor as he jolts back.

Andrew sits on the couch in the dorm, staring at nothing. It wouldn't be so uncommon any other day, but something in his eyes makes Aaron's blood run cold.

Or maybe it's the absence of something, the absence of anything.

If he didn't know better, he'd think Andrew a corpse. But the tense set to his jaw and shoulders say otherwise. He's never seen someone seem wound so tight but so defeated all at once.

He's definitely not used to seeing it from his brother.

There's a pale, haunted quality to his face, like he's not really there, like he's somewhere else far, far away from all of this. Knowing where Andrew has been, what he's seen...

Aaron doesn't want to think about what Andrew's going through in that moment, but he has a few ideas. The echoes of a drugged cackle poison Aaron's thoughts and he bites the inside of his cheek hard.

Andrew's bad days...he hardly lets anyone see them, and Aaron's next thought is so selfish it twists him up inside.

For a second, he's glad Andrew hides this...these days of his where nothing's okay. Aaron wouldn't know the first thing about dealing with them, and offering any real help would be nothing more than an unattainable hope.

It chokes him; he hates himself for standing there, for seeing, for staring like Andrew is some caged animal waiting to strike. He knows he has to leave, he knows, but he doesn't know how to move.

He's not the one who makes the decision for him; like a ghost, Neil crosses the front of the doorway, obscuring Aaron's view of the whole scene. His scarred hand flies to the door, as if meaning to slam it shut, to keep Andrew protected, when Neil recognizes him.

However, there's a split second where he does not, and Aaron is treated to another rare sight. For a moment, that stupid session with Bee pops back into his mind. The part of his brain which isn't frozen by Neil's stare laughs at him; ah, finally, a difference.

Because see, there's no doubt about it. Katelyn and Neil are fiercely protective, and Aaron knows Katelyn would be there for him in his lowest moments. She's proved it; she was there after Drake's attack, after the first few brutal therapy sessions. Always listening, caring.

But here is where Aaron sees a critical gap between her and Neil, and he's reminded none too kindly that Neil was born in a world of blood and flesh.

Katelyn's humble suburbia was always out of his reach.

The look which crosses the striker's face is downright murderous, pure contempt dripping off his threatening grin. The guard dog is out in full force, but it's so much more than that. This smile...it's so sharp edged and without remorse, it can only come from years of training to be a force of pain and suffering.

The Butcher's Boy, one article had called him.

It's the kind of smile which makes a promise. It says no matter how cutting it may look, it's nothing compared to what the wearer's hands can do.

Had Aaron been anyone else, a stranger, a genuine threat...

He wonders what Neil would've done.

But then the look is gone, falling from Neil's expression as he realizes it's Aaron. The cool, assessing stare is back, and some of the tension fades. He still keeps the door partly closed, his body blocking Andrew from Aaron's vision.

Aaron just stares.

He and Neil get along better now, for sure, but there's always going to be suspicion between them both. Part of Aaron will always have the fear of Neil hurting Andrew, and Neil will always have the fear of Aaron doing the same.

After all, Aaron has misunderstood his brother before, hasn't he?

Vile words screamed in therapy replay in his head, and he swallows down the guilt.

He guesses for once, he can't blame Neil.

"Problem?" Neil eventually whispers, fixing Aaron with a look which dares him to say anything about Andrew.

The reflexive glare and biting retort fade before they can even manifest. Aaron looks down at his shoes, trying to find words to show Neil he gets it, that he understands.

He's not at that point yet though, and he knows it.

But one day, he hopes to be.

"No," he settles on instead."I don't think there is."

He wonders what it means when Neil's body relaxes, and Aaron's chest fills with warmth.

The next incident doesn't happen for a few days, lulling them both into a fall sense of security. Andrew is back to normal, if not walking a little faster in Neil's direction.

Aaron is too relieved to comment on it.

He sometimes wonders why the universe is out to get him specifically, but he reminds himself that he's somehow managed his way out of every bad situation one way or another.

He figures it's best not to question it, but the anguish is still real.

He's walking with Andrew to the track where cheer practice is held, since Neil and Katelyn told them to meet up there before meeting Nicky for dinner.

It's mandatory on Thursdays now, no matter how many times they try to skip. Nicky finds them.

Bringing Katelyn into things had been a dirty trick, and Aaron mostly blames Neil for proving to everyone it works. Now, Nicky isn't above using his girlfriend against him. On the flipside, Neil has no reason to refuse Nicky's invitation. And like that, Andrew's presence is ensured, at least for an hour.

Aaron wishes he was clever enough to sneak away undetected like his twin.

As he's about to voice his complaints, they reach the top of the hill overlooking the field, and Andrew halts right in front of him.

It's so abrupt, Aaron barely dodges walking right into his brother. It's a good thing too; Andrew (much to Aaron's jealousy) is built like a brick wall. Even without the threat of a bruised nose, touching Andrew from behind is never a good idea for anyone's health.

Aaron yelps, glaring at his twin as he stumbles to the side. "Andrew, what the fuck?"

Andrew doesn't respond, his stare fixed straight ahead and twitching more and more by the second.

Aaron turns his head, trying to see the source of the problem when the wind is knocked out of him. He spins back towards his brother not even a second later, eyes frantic.

"No," he pleads, he's not sure to who. His whisper is the definition of panic. "Andrew no--"

"Shut up," Andrew bites out, setting his jaw. "It doesn't mean anything."

How can you say that? "Seriously?!"

He points a finger towards the field, as if that explains everything. He knows it does.

Down on the green he watches Katelyn and Neil take turns with various cheerleading moves. The cartwheels and tumbling come easy to both of them, their bodies lithe and flexible, and fucking Josten just has to be a fast learner. The striker watches Katelyn intently as she demonstrates a handstand before falling back to a standing position. Neil manages to copy it perfectly, and Katelyn claps in elation next to him.

There's no way Aaron is awake. The worst thing is, Neil looks pretty comfortable, like they've done this before. How had he and Andrew missed all this?

Aaron almost falls to his knees in defeat, and momentarily thinks of paying up to Bee even though there's no actual bet in place. "Hey, if Josten becomes a cheerleader I'm going to break all of Dobson's figurines and then blind myself with the shards."

It gets Andrew's attention at the very least. He looks back over at Aaron, unimpressed. "Don't be so dramatic."

Yeah, I'm not the one who stopped in my tracks...

A beat of silence passes between them as they watch Neil and Katelyn bounce around, carefree and energetic. Something soft lodges itself inside Aaron's chest despite his annoyance, and he notices Andrew's shoulders release some of the pent up tension.

Aaron tries to guess what Andrew is thinking, nothing unusual there. It's an interesting speculation though. Even as just Neil's teammate, Aaron wonders what it means to Andrew to see someone with Neil's history look so content.

It's probably not something their kind is usually afforded; freedom, leisure, contentedness.

With the shared vulnerability sitting in the air between them, Aaron finds room for a step forward. Sighing, he stuffs his hands into his pockets awkwardly. If Andrew is ready to talk about it, so is he. "Do you think...maybe Dobson had a poin--"

"No."

Aaron rolls his eyes. Ok, fine. He guesses it's not time yet after all.

They stand there until Neil and Katelyn finish, taking a water break and checking their phones. The moment passes by heavily, the beginnings of understanding stirring between them whether Andrew likes it or not.

Of course, Andrew can ruin any moment.

Neil starts his cool down stretches, and Andrew's eyes flit up his strong legs, lingering a bit too long.

Aaron sputters, face flushing in realization. "Are...are you seriously checking him out right now? With me right here?!"

Andrew rolls his eyes, finally stalking off towards the field. "Don't worry, I won't pop a boner like you did freshman year."

Something in Aaron dies, remembering all too vividly the first time he saw Katelyn practice. He shoves down the embarrassment, but the agony stays. "That was one time!"

They somehow end up at the same lunch table in the courtyard one afternoon. Aaron knows he keeps labeling these instances as rare and unplanned, but they're starting to become too frequent for him to ignore.

And it's surreal, not being so uptight around his brother, waiting for a fight to break out between them. It's more than he'd ever thought they'd have.

It's nice.

Or it would be, if vermin didn't exist.

Katelyn and Neil are exchanging exercise tips across the table, Katelyn flipping through her phone to show Neil some good stretches for certain cheer moves. Aaron isn't quite sure how they'll be useful in an exy game, but he's not going to stop Neil from burning off any of his annoyingly high energy. Beside Aaron, Andrew reads his newest novel, eyes appraising Neil every now and again.

It's then two guys from the football team walk by, regarding them both with a clear intent. Aaron's hackles are immediately raised; he's never seen these two before, but it's obvious Neil and Katelyn have from how quickly their smiles leave their faces.

Ah, classmates then.

"Trying to be a cheerleader now Josten?" The one whose jacket reads McGuire taunts. "Knew you had no shame."

Katelyn bristles immediately, never one for random hostility. How she gets along with the Foxes at all is a miracle. "Hey--"

Neil stops her protests with a hand to her wrist, and his unimpressed stare is only one indication of his connection to Andrew.

Of course, Neil's back-talking abilities are all his own.

"Is that really the best you can do?" He sighs, inconvenienced by this whole thing. The shift is amazing, his lazy grin and determined stare gone in favor of tiredness. This is obviously not the first time he's dealt with these douchebags, and Aaron is astounded Neil didn't put them in their place already.

Perhaps Wymack's anger management lectures are sticking a little.

"I'm sure you've seen the news articles," Neil continues when the two aren't quick enough to respond, the edges of his blade-like smile slipping now and again. "You think that's what's going to get to me, some jabs about cheerleading? I'm shaking."

Aaron will give it to him, he sure knows how to make someone feel lower than dirt. Neil doesn't bother to make eye contact at all, almost talking through the two lumbering jocks. They would beat Neil into the dirt easily based on size and upper body muscle alone, but no one ever gets away unscathed when Neil is involved.

Douche #2 bristles, face flushing red. "Listen you--"

"Are we done here?" Neil bites out, and Katelyn is smirking at his side. "More of my brain cells die the longer you're in my way.

Katelyn winces, performative. "Is that why I have a headache? It's contagious."

Hearing Katelyn say something not nice is enough to have Aaron's brain stalling, rendering him useless.

McGuire's anger is all for Neil as he growls. "You're going to regret that mouth of yours."

Ha-ha.

In the corner of his eye, Aaron sees Andrew's hand curl around his armbands, right where a knife should be. Threats to Neil aren't things he takes well, but they have an agreement.

Neil can fight his own battles, until he can't.

"All things I've heard before," the striker waves them off dismissively, but there's a new wave of heat in his eyes. "I don't give a fuck what you say about me, it's nothing I haven't heard, and just like you, it'll be forgotten in the blink of an eye."

It's the biggest of insults to people so full of themselves, and McGuire means to lunge when his friend clamps down on his shoulders.

Aaron thinks it's a rare demonstration of defeat, but he should know better.

"C'mon don't punish them too much man," Douche #2 says, fake pity swelling his words. At this point, Katelyn and Neil are back staring at their phones, Neil's awareness only given away by the hand poised to block a hit at a moment's notice. They're the picture of 'I don't care what you say about us,' until they're no longer the targets. "Their lives are hard enough, they're already dating the Minyards."

Neil's posture does a 180 in an instant, the same time Katelyn's untroubled expression wrinkles up in anger. Neil's full attention is on the two now, and they shrink back an inch. Neil's voice is a snarl. "What the fuck did you just say?"

Katelyn isn't far behind, fists clenched on the table. "Yeah, what the hell is that supposed to mean?"

Now, Aaron knows at this point he should step in. It's not Katelyn's or Neil's fight anymore. It's his name, Andrew's name, being thrown around in the dirt. He can handle himself, can give as much as he gets and then some. But the fury on Katelyn's face has him sitting like a stone in his seat, throat dried up like the brush Neil's glare could set fire to.

Beside him, his twin assesses the scene in his own way, with an expression Aaron cannot read. Goddammit Andrew.

McGuire laughs, like the answer is obvious. He must not have any real experience with Andrew or the rumors about him, because most people wouldn't dare provoke the sleeping lion in Andrew's chest. That, or they're both actually that stupid. "How can you stand these midgets? Do they make you feel good about yourselves because of their shitshow lives? Must've been hard to find someone more messed up than you, Josten."

"Dunno why you'd waste your time with a criminal Katelyn," Douche #2 throws in. "You guys have a thing for that?"

Something in Katelyn snaps, and she shoots up from her seat quickly enough to make Aaron flinch. Andrew regards her for once.

"Aaron is twice the man you'll ever be," she huffs, laughing in disbelief. "You're just jealous he's top of the class and on the Exy team, and Andrew is already being scouted by the pros! Neil--"

And of course, Neil doesn't like to hear anyone sing his praises. He cuts Katelyn's temper off with his own, hand still around her wrist. In the back of his mind, Aaron thinks to ask Katelyn how much she keeps up with Andrew's life, how she sees it as important despite how cruel he was to her, how uncompromising.

The feeling in Aaron's lungs is suffocating.

"They actually have futures, so keep their names out of your idiot mouths," Neil warns, the promise of pain hard to ignore. Andrew's eyes never leave Neil's face. "If Andrew doesn't kill you, I will. He's got nothing to prove, neither does Aaron. You're both pathetic compared to them, so shut up with your cheap blows."

"Totally! Leave our boyfriends alone!" Katelyn crosses her arms, her high ponytail swishing from the abruptness of it. She's huffing, not nearly as composed as Neil, but just as upset. Protective.

Neil laughs beside her, dry and over this conversation. He drags Katelyn back down easily, but never touching her more than he has to. "Don't be too mean to them Katelyn, they're obviously trying to overcompensate for something."

Both jocks flinch, but any kind of response dies on their lips.

"How sad," Katelyn throws in airily, bringing out the full extent of her sorority girl cattiness.

McGuire, red in the face from humiliation, tries to salvage what he can. "Why you--"

"Bye," Neil and Katelyn say at the same time, waving them off in clear dismissal. Their eyes are back to staring at their phones, point made. It's...impressive, but Aaron will never admit it.

He's glad he never got on Katelyn's bad side.

Kicked to the curb, the two idiots slink off with tails between their legs. It's as if someone presses play again on the scene, because the sounds of the courtyard and the muffled conversations of nearby tables fill Aaron's ears again.

He notices Andrew, tense, sit back on the bench. Aaron hadn't seen him move to get up, but he guesses Andrew is torn between chasing after those guys to threaten them on his own and simply staring at Neil like he's some kind of alien. Maybe he is. Andrew's expression is comical, like he's not sure whether to be angry with Neil about trying to protect him when he doesn't need it, or pull him into a kiss.

Aaron would rather not think about the last one, or the innocent spin he's putting on it. If his brother feels anything like he does, there's a lot more than kissing on his mind right now.

Neil looks over at Andrew, a secret passing between them as Neil smiles in another way, softer than Aaron is comfortable with.

He tears his gaze away.

"Anyways, I was thinking we could all go see that new movie this weekend," Katelyn's cheery voice returns, as if nothing happened. She's shoving her phone too close to Neil's face, almost making him cross-eyed.

Neil's confusion, for whatever reason, makes Aaron want to slap him. Maybe because a minute ago he looked ready to gut someone. "I can't, I never saw the first one. Allison told me it's a sequel."

Katelyn gasps, her hand slapping the table. "Oh my god Neil! You have to watch it," she insists, turning on Aaron so fast he yelps. "Aaron, tell him he has to watch it."

Aaron blinks, once at his girlfriend, then once at Neil. "Uh, you have to watch it?"

Neil squints at him, tilting his head at Katelyn even as the words are completely directed at him. "Why do I care what Aaron thinks?"

"Fuck off Josten."

Katelyn only giggles. She's never believed Aaron and Neil disliked each other, and over time, he's starting to think she's right.

Neil is still the worst though. He forces himself to believe it, but he can't ever forget the way Neil just defended him without question. Rude.

"I'll send you the link so you can watch it online, you'll love it I promise. Andrew can watch with you!"

Katelyn knows Neil too well for only knowing him a short time. Neil's face lights up at the suggestion, a silent question directed at Andrew in the next second.

Andrew just sighs, nodding once.

It must fucking make Josten's day, that's how relaxed he looks.

Damn you.

Katelyn giggles, checking her screen for the time. Her smile is replaced by panic. Instinctually, her hand flies out to grab Neil, her manicured hands digging into his jacket. "Oh shoot, we're gonna be late for class!"

She bumps her knee as she stands, shoving her books hastily (along with a half eaten donut) into her backpack. Neil is less in a hurry, but he doesn't seem to mind being dragged by the arm towards the math building. Nerd.

"Bye sweetie," Katelyn throws over her shoulder, blowing him a kiss. There's a blush on her face, no doubt because of the incident from before, and Aaron's answering grin says they're not done talking about it.

He plans to show his appreciation, thoroughly.

"Yeah uh...bye...I love you! A lot." Yes, very cool. He clears his throat, but if anything, his lack of smoothness makes Katelyn beam brighter.

"I love you too!"

"I'll be home soon," Neil says, more subdued but no less of a promise. For a blink, it's like only he and Andrew exist in the world.

"I don't care," Andrew states, but he never breaks eye contact, and even Aaron doesn't believe him. For so long, his brother cared about next to nothing. The difference is impossible not to notice.

Neil must feel the same way.

"Sure you don't," he grins, smug and hinting at things which make Aaron want to puke. Amusement crosses Andrew's face before it's gone, and Aaron rolls his eyes. "See you later."

And like that, they're gone.

The quiet between them is charged, but not volatile like they're used to. There's defeat laced in it, an elephant sitting in the room. It never left probably, not since that session with Dobson.

In his head, Aaron adds another thing to the list: quick tempers.

"Andrew..." He tries again, knowing he doesn't have to explain any more than that as they stare at the spots Katelyn and Neil sat.

The refusal doesn't come as quick this time, he notes with a chill. Ah, they're getting close then.

"No," Andrew sighs finally, but it sounds so much more like resignation this time around.

Andrew and Neil are sitting at the top row of the empty stadium when Neil can't hold back his curiosity anymore.

Andrew senses it immediately, and dammit, he thought he had at least a few more days of peace.

Neil turns to Andrew lazily, but his gaze is anything but. Andrew knows the look, would know it in death. It spells trouble and a million other things he can't stand but which make his insides flip anyways. "Are you ever going to tell me what has you and Aaron acting all weird lately?"

Andrew releases a breath, craving a cigarette. He regards Neil lazily, but he's not looking for anything specific on his junkie's face. Andrew knew Neil had noticed something was on his mind the day after that fateful session with Bee, but he's been giving Andrew time.

Always considerate, always waiting for Andrew to be comfortable enough to broach the subject.

Andrew hates him, hates how much he doesn't.

Neil waits patiently for Andrew to collect his thoughts, not even fidgeting from where their shoulders are pressed together. It's cold out, Andrew wishes they were in bed. Kevin owes him for letting Thea visit.

But, seeing Neil in Andrew's jacket isn't the worst thing he's ever seen.

Andrew taps his fingers against Neil's open palm, but there's no need to find an excuse. He doesn't lie to Neil. "Bee said you and Katelyn were alike during our last session."

He strips the issue down to the bare bones, knowing Neil can read between the lines. Andrew will never admit to being upset by something so dumb, so he lets Neil bring it up for him. It's the same way Andrew won't let Neil get away with acting okay when he's definitely not.

Neil tilts his head, mulling over the words.

"Hm," he hums eventually, and much to Andrew's annoyance, Neil looks contemplative rather than shocked. "That bothers you."

And there it is.

Andrew runs a hand through his hair, his only tell that he's frustrated.

Bothers him?

Nothing is supposed to bother him, but he remembers feeling Bee's words like a bucket of ice water just like Aaron had.

He hates it, because he can't stop thinking about it.

Neil's hand closes around his, a grounding force. Andrew pulls away; he needs to see Neil's face, but he keeps their hands together so Neil knows he didn't overstep. Neil looks so pleased Andrew wants to shove him off his seat.

"It's untrue," he settles on instead, bypassing any kind of confession. Again, it's the simplest, non bullshit answer.

Amusement fills Neil's entire being, but he's not so dumb at least, because he keeps his laugh down.

Neil bites down on his bottom lip, the one Andrew nipped raw this morning in between kisses. "Is it? I think Katelyn and I accomplish the same thing, maybe that's what Bee meant."

Bee said the same thing. For someone who hates therapists so much, Neil sure can sound like them sometimes.

Andrew raises a brow, urging Neil to elaborate. It's payback, in a way. Neil's huff is a small salve for Andrew's annoyance.

Neil has never been gifted with words outside of lies and insults; these moments, where he tries to explain his innermost thoughts and feelings are as entertaining as they are brutal. Andrew often cannot handle them, but like a fool, he never wants to stop listening. The fact Neil's eloquence disappears at times like this is the only thing which helps Andrew keep it together.

Neil squirms in his seat, staring at their hands. "Well, Aaron likes Katelyn because she makes him feel normal, you know?"

Andrew makes no such indication that he knows.

Neil powers on admirably. "And...you like me because..."

Neil pauses, waiting for Andrew to the deny the statement, to counter it with the usual 'I hate you' so Neil can move on.

But Andrew doesn't have the energy for that, hasn't for a while. Neil's eyes widen when he realizes Andrew isn't going to refute anything, and seeing him so slack-jawed puts Andrew's mind in a whirl.

Oh, what is he going to do about this? Is there anything he can do, at this point? Over a year with Neil, and part of him knew he was done for weeks before Baltimore. Perhaps even months.

"I like you because?" Andrew sighs, the words foreign and sickly. This feeling...is uncomfortable, but not in the way a stranger's hands on him would be. It's the kind of squeamishness that comes from experiencing pleasure, experiencing warmth, when before he'd had no exposure to it.

It's new, but he knows Bee would want him to embrace it when he can. Today is not a bad day, so he does. And like everything, the more he says it, the less upsetting it'll be. The less undeserving he'll feel.

Smiling, and not bothering to try and hide it, Neil continues. "You and Aaron have been through a lot. Aaron doesn't like to think about it, he likes to know he's okay and that he can still enjoy a life other people would. Girls, parties, school."

Oh yes, he knows. He used to resent his brother for all of it, each step away from him in direct violation of their deal. Now, he knows Neil is right.

"Katelyn is his reassurance, his reminder of all that."

Aaron's perfect, sheltered cheerleader. Yet, she'd somehow managed to understand his twin despite all the ugliness. Her face stopped being offensive a while ago.

Neil, as if sensing Andrew's train of thought, smirks briefly. Shut it.

But Andrew doesn't mean it.

"But what you...prefer is understanding," Neil says, noticeably preventing himself from saying 'want' instead. Andrew says he does not want, though Neil has never believed him. "You and I don't shy away from the ugly parts of life because we can't..."

'It's all over us.' It goes unsaid. Neil's gaze settles on Andrew's armbands, seeing the scars underneath from memory alone. In the same vein, Andrew reaches up to dig his thumb into Neil's shoulder, exactly where he remembers an old bullet wound to be. Neil's breath catches, a pleased shiver rocking through him.

Andrew really hates Kevin now.

"Reassurance versus understanding. Those are the things you and Aaron value, so...I dunno. It makes sense to me," Neil whispers, shrugging. He does that, when he's not sure of himself, if he's not sure Andrew will accept the answer.

Neil is a fool, and he'll surely be the death of Andrew. He should've thrown him out onto the streets day one, but given the chance now he knows he won't.

He digs his finger harder into the bullet hole, kneading the flesh there as his eyes trace the rest of Neil's body, seeing the slashes littered all over it.

Anger rises in his throat unwarranted, and his grip on Neil's shoulder tightens without forgiveness. Neil doesn't flinch away, like he knows Andrew would never hurt him, and it makes Andrew hate this even more.

Because people have hurt Neil.

Yet he can still look at Andrew like that, he can still do stupid cartwheels and annoy Kevin and shop with Allison on the weekends.

He overcame everything to become Neil Josten, and who else could possibly know a thing about that?

"It does not mean you're the same," he growls out, hand untangling from Neil's to hold his face in his hands. Andrew's thumb slides over the ruined skin under Neil's eyes, where his nerves no longer work. "She does not have these, she'll never..."

She'll never know. She's not like you, no one is like you.

No one else could do this to Andrew, and it's so dangerous, such a weakness.

Andrew trembles from the force it takes to not push Neil away from him.

Neil knows better than to touch back, not when Andrew is giving so much, and Andrew glares at him for that. He's always giving Neil too much, and he doesn't know how to stop, doesn't even think about stopping.

Slowly, Neil reaches forward to grab the sleeve of Andrew's coat, tugging once. "I know that, Andrew I know."

Andrew's trembles subside from Neil's voice alone, and cautiously, Neil skims his fingers along the fabric of Andrew's forearms. His scars. Andrew's grip relaxes.

It's a touch he's familiar with now, it's Neil proving the understanding is real.

Andrew sags into his seat when Neil speaks again, boring into pools of icy blue. Neil never backs down from the intensity of Andrew's stare. "But we both care about you two in the same ways," Neil says, not letting Andrew interrupt despite the flinch of his shoulder. "We know what you like and what you hate and are good at knowing when you're not...okay. If anyone badmouthes you, we're quick to go for the throat. I'm fine, ugh, more than fine having those things in common with Katelyn. You know how I'm different, that's all I need."

'No one else should be able to see me like that.'

It's shockingly vulnerable coming from Neil, not something he affords to anyone outside his family of Foxes.

It voids Andrew's argument. He's still not necessarily on board with the assumption, the comparison of Neil and Katelyn, but he trusts Neil.

He thinks of Aaron then, and wonders if he's reached the same conclusion. Andrew sighs, knowing Bee will have an absolute fucking field day with this. The anger simmers and dies right then, and he resigns himself to the consequences. There's no room for regret.

Maybe it's not the worst thing for him and Aaron to share, having two hot-headed cart-wheelers caring about them.

Andrew grimaces, but pulls Neil flush against him anyways. It might as well be a white flag.

The air is cold, but Andrew can't feel the chill. Neil hums, pleased with the show of affection, and Andrew doesn't have the energy to warn him for it.

Instead, he lets Neil press against him, the weight natural and not threatening. Idly, Neil traces the lines on Andrew's palms, delighted when the touch tickles enough for Andrew to twitch.

It's peaceful in a way Andrew has never known, but is becoming increasingly commonplace now that he acknowledges their 'this.'

Maybe it has something to do with Aaron too, but that's neither here nor there.

Neil raises his head, the question barely out of his mouth before Andrew slots their lips together.

There's no urgency or harshness like there used to be, but Andrew stopped being concerned about that too. He doesn't like to think about how fast he got used to this.

Of course, Neil can never leave well enough alone, that or he just likes to annoy Andrew. It's probably both. When they break apart, Neil's grin is smug. "Although, as far as physical similarities go, you're shit out of luck there."

"Neil."

"What?" Neil asks innocently, ignoring the warning in Andrew's tone. "Is it really so bad to think you and Aaron might have a thing for redheads?"

"I'll push you down these stairs."

"You like me too much," Neil points out, and Andrew can't refute it when he admitted it only minutes before.

Fucking junkie.

"Stop assuming."

"It's the truth," Neil taunts, grin still in place. "Isn't it?"

And oh, fuck Neil Josten to hell and back.

Andrew really, really hates Kevin.

"Yes," he grits out, resisting the urge to punch that look off Neil's face. Instead, he goes for a different approach. His eyes trail up Neil's body from head to toe. The baggy jacket isn't doing Neil many favors, but his legs are still clad in those yoga pants Andrew can't stand, clinging to his muscular legs and narrow hips. Andrew pauses over Neil's collarbones, then the lines of his neck. There's a few bruises there still, courtesy of Andrew.

As if sensing the shift in the air, Neil swallows, and Andrew watches the bob of his throat with interest. "What?"

Andrew shrugs as lazily as he can. "I'm not so sure. She does not have these," he begins to list, grabbing the piercings lining Neil's left ear. Sensitive skin; Andrew hadn't protested when Neil had come home with the new jewelry, Matt's idea. Neil's breathing stutters. "Or this..."

Andrew's hand grazes over his adam's apple, pressing down teasingly.

It's so easy to get Neil worked up, Andrew thinks, a product of the striker's unlimited supply of energy. Andrew never has a problem helping Neil burn it off. Neil is so transfixed, eyes glazing over and breath coming out in harsh pants. He doesn't even notice Andrew's hand ghosting farther down, hovering right over his groin.

Andrew gets so close to touching, his fingers tickling the fabric of Neil's pants. But he doesn't, because he didn't ask. It doesn't dull the effect of his raspy voice on Neil. "Or this--"

Neil's face flushes as expected, red tinting his cheeks as he laughs and grabs Andrew's hand. "Andrew!"

Neil looks around, as if expecting someone to pop out of nowhere to witness their shamelessness, but the stadium is as empty as it was before.

The corners of Andrew's mouth twitch upwards, imperceptible to anyone who isn't Neil. His breath is coming out a little labored now too, especially with Neil stealing glances at him and putting no effort into being subtle. There's only one thing to say. "I hate Kevin."

Neil snorts, agreeing. "How many times have you thought that in the last hour?"

"Shut up."

"Why don't you make me?"

And Andrew does, because there's no way he can refuse.

When he and Aaron go to their next session with Bee, they exchange a knowing glance. They're not dumb, they already know the subject is going to come up.

Aaron shifts in his seat uncomfortably when Bee sits in front of them, not quite sure how this'll play out. Of course, he's come to terms with Bee's statement from last time. Neil and Katelyn have a lot in common, and maybe it says something about the twins.

Sort of.

Whatever, he already drank plenty over it, and spent hours pushing the thoughts away while pinning Katelyn to her mattress.

It's fine, he's all good. He's accepted it.

That doesn't mean Andrew has, and Aaron eyes his twin nervously. Again, his brother takes a spoon to swirl his cocoa, letting it hit the rim each time. Bastard.

Bee is either oblivious to the tension in the room, or prepared for it. Aaron supposes she'd have to be.

She smiles at them, sweet as ever, and clicks her pen as the hour begins. "Well now, I guess I won't beat around the bush. Have either of you given a thought as to what we discussed last time?"

It's a ticking time bomb in Aaron's mind. The question is for them both, but he feels the spotlight settle on Andrew; the ball is in his court. He can either admit or deny, can condemn the whole session to hell with just a few words.

Andrew stops stirring his drink long enough to look between Aaron and Bee with disinterest. Aaron holds his breath while Andrew takes a sip of his mug, and then his twin just shrugs. "We might have a thing for redheads."

Aaron's jaw drops, and Bee's smile is overjoyed. Andrew looks like he'd rather be anywhere else in the world, but preferably with Neil.

Aaron is still staring at him stupidly when Bee clears her throat, her smile creasing her skin. "I'm very glad to hear you say that Andrew, thank you. Now, how about we discuss..."

Her words don't reach Aaron's ears quite yet. Andrew turns to him, a silent question, but Aaron only shakes his head, smiling in disbelief.

It's as much as they're going to get from him, they know, but it doesn't make it any less of a confession. It's Andrew acknowledging Bee's theory, accepting parts of it. Accepting Aaron again, as having more in common with him than a lifetime of strife.

Aaron settles back into the couch, limbs loose and chest light, and tries not to smile as much as he wants to.

Later, Katelyn tells Aaron to invite Andrew and Neil over to her dorm to watch that movie she mentioned.

He does, and it no longer feels like a shock when Andrew says yes.

#andreil #all for the game #aftg #andrew minyard #aaron minyard

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imagine-a-killingharmony · 5 years

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Drunk V3 Boys!

How about a s/o that has to deal with the v3 boys getting super drunk and then the after math of how is the hangover. ( bonus points if drunk kokichi says the " Finland" spongebob meme) please and ty

Quickly, just imagine them as adults like I am- underage drinking is a big fat “no”, look at me being an... dork. But anyway In the less dork-part let’s say this... I’m literally a giant mess who hasn’t ever been drunk or anything, I don’t really know the effects so we’re going to use those anime-type-of-drunk which is very likely VERY inaccurate or... somewhat-realistic I don’t know. But woah.

Kiibo (Error! Error! Overheating!)

After coming back from his last check-up from Miu you were expecting to be cuddled up close with Kiibo on the couch, watching nextflix- some cheesy Disney movie which you’ve already seen thousands of time before... that’s what you thought....

Till Kiibo walked in adjusted by an trembling Miu who had her arm slung around him, she looked down on the verge of tears muttering about being “so disrespected”, Kiibo sluggishly rolls his head up bursts of steam expanded from every inch of his body.

“... U... Uuuh... there was a function I added inside of em’ to test some booze I was plannin’ on drinking... it was... uh... successful but... J-Just take him- I don’t want to be fuckin’ called out anymore!”

Miu threw Kiibo in your direction running back from once she came, wiping at her eyes as she whined about “how mean” he was... you could only watch Kiibo stir awake, nervousness pricked at your stomach as you realized she made Kiibo try an alcoholic... BEVERAGE!

“... (S/O)?” Kiibo glances up at you, blinking once or twice as he took in his surroundings, you asked if he was okay- he groggily nodded his head. “Never better (S/O)... but... Miu... I-I was just telling her about how stupid it is that she puts herself down almost all the time when she has a brilliant mind, then her very inappropriate attitude- which she presents herself to cover up that wall of self-esteem issues she has... Ah... then there was me getting onto the fact that most people are uncomfortable with the sexual intuendos she has- and for some odd reason before I could say anymore she dragged me here...”

“... I rebooted on the way... once or twice...”

“... what.” Oh. Oh my god... He... What? Kiibo said that?

“... Yes... Hey (S/O) actually I-I have some things to say about you too, look me in the eyes, look at me right now please...” Kiibo cups your face, he looks you right in the eyes, those aren’t the soft loving eyes you know- those are eyes that... are going to fucking destroy you.

Kiibo holds your face tight, escape is impossible, he sluggishly rolls his head as a soft frown falls on his face.

“... You have your errors yourself actually... like... how you...”

...

You failed... you are absolutely burnt, just turned into soot by the end of his rant, he’s just sleeping peacefully under the blankets that you had gotten for “cuddle night”, you don’t feel soft at all- you just feel absolutely WRECKED.

Shuichi Saihara (Sad Drunk)

You had both gone out on a party together, specifically a reunion with your classmates which Kokichi was hosting... which already sported red flags but you all didn’t question it, that is until people started to drop like flies... people who drank the punch specifically dropped like flies.

Kaede asked who made the punch... when the relevation that it was Miu and Kokichi themselves it all fell into place like a puzzle, they spiked the goddamn punch.

One of the victims... happened to be Shuichi, a light-weight he hugged your arm tightly slurring and whirling, tears fell down his face as he cried and sobbed about the world.

“... (S-S-S/O!) It’s no fair... I-Iiiii never did anything wrong so why does everything hafta’ be against meeeee...? *hic* it’s unfair.... unfairunfairunfair!”

It’s the fifth time you pat his back, he leans in for a better hold of you so you can give him more affection, he loves that so please do go on, he lets out a slurred hiccup.

“... (S-S/O) a... aaare you seeing anyone...? You always were soooo pretty... and... aaand niiiiice... *hic* and... aaand it make me really happy... I-Iiii wanted to date you since forever ago...”

... How drunk is he to forget the two of you are already dating? “I am.”

Shuichi’s eyes widen, he presses himself up against you with an wail as he starts to cry harder. “Of course yu are- H-Hic- I’m NOT CRYINGF.”

You can’t help but to wonder how he’ll feel in the morning, for now you try to give your poor drunk boyfriend solace as you explain how the two of you are already well- dating.

Luckily, Shuichi falls asleep on your lap while you comfort him, the tears having tired him out... he put his hands around your waist, he bids the world “night night”.

Ryoma Hoshi (Excitable Drunk)

Ryoma wasn’t a heavy drinker, actually he had never drank an drop of the stuff ever, prison doesn’t allow those sort of luxuries, besides he just didn’t want to ruin his reputation by drinking at about fifteen or some shit.

So... he was old enough, the two of you were going on a date here... he’d was just chugging the stuff considering he wanted to see how it tasted, which was rather gross under further consideration... but what he happened to pick up is that he wasn’t feeling all that woozy... guess he ain’t no light-weight.

But he sure ain’t no god, it takes about three whole damn bottles for the effects to start to shine.

...It takes five whole damn bottles for him to actually feel anything, you kept a close eye on your boyfriend as he put the second bottle down with a huff, wiping at his mouth with a “wew”!

“... That was uh, gross taste, heh.” Ryoma pulled his hat up, his cheeks flush slightly pink as he looked around. “Hey. Hey (S/O) you gorgeous son of a bitch look at me.” As soon as you even give him your attention he fingerguns.

... Ryoma wobbly pulls himself up, he doesn’t look like he’ll trip, honestly somehow he still has his balance as he takes your hand.

“... Oh my god I just had an amazing idea. We should adopt,,, a lot of cats,,, not like,,, any cats,,, but... buuuut like an shop full of them,,, and name each of them something silly...” Ryoma’s eyes sparkle deviously. “... Or... like... like... steal everybody’s cats... so we remain the supreme leaders of feline...”

“... Ryoma... do... do you feel tired? Want to take a nap, as amazing ideas as these sound I don’t think your in the right state of mind for... this.” If you let any of this happen, Ryoma’s going to hate himself in the morning.

“I know what I’m doing... I have a license... gimme a sec...” Ryoma pulls out a piece of paper, writes on it, flips it to reveal in sloppy handwriting: “I knwo wat Im do”

You try to survey his features after writing that, all he does is shoot his fingerguns at you.

...Okat you honestly need to take a few pictures of this to show Ryoma later oh my god he’s wobbling towards the door to bring one of those plans he’s mentioned to full-glory, you locked the door for Ryoma, his drunken brain can’t comprehend how to use a step-ladder. You just go to get him some water...

Kaito Momota (... Tired Drunk)

Kaito wouldn’t drink... much, sure, he would totally forge an certificate to like- well, go to space but that was for a good cause! Stuff like drinking was meant to be done for special events and shit otherwise you might get hooked!

And he didn’t actually mean to get drunk on you! He promised he just... kind of mistook the wine in the fridge as the grape panta, he was thirsty- and really fucking tired! Okay? He didn’t expect when he chugged the whole bottle down for the world to... to... hnnnnnn... what’s the word...?

It took a while for you to notice anything was amiss, Kaito had taken himself out of the room to “go get a drink” then he still never came back, so you went to check on your boyfriend to see if he still hadn’t gotten anything, needed some help.

What you didn’t expect to see was Kaito Momota Luminary of the Stars on the floor looking back up at the ceiling mindlessly, with that bottle of wine held tightly in his hands.

“... D... Doo... yu... think it’d be a bd idea if I trie... tried to take a np here? Jst... slep untl a hangover fcks me the hell up, everything hur ts.”

... Oh god! That’s even more errors than usual, so it’s likely on purpose! Kaito’s DRUNK!

You go to get some water for him in the fridge, Kaito’s still looking at the ceiling talking to himself slightly hushed, you don’t know what he’s thinking but he looks like he’s having an ephiphany about the world.

“Holy... Hly sht (S/O) I jst realized how fuckin... weird that Shuichi’s hair stands up like that... he doesn’t use anything to make it like that so how.”

“... Kaito I don’t think your in the right state of mind to make choices like that...” You offer some water to him, his eyes widen.

“Why... Why is everyone’s hair dyed- Like is it actually dyed? Or is it just natural- how can it be natural tho... unless... oh my god (S/O)... we’re in an anime I can’t believe it.”

“Kaito I think you need an second...”

“No. No I know what I’m sayin- oh my god we’re the main characters in some weird anime (S/O)... that’s the only explanation,,, I have to tell... Tsumugi but my legs won’t work nn nn n n..”

... You just pat his head, Kaito grimaces... he was absolutely wasted so everything he said held no inch of truth in it, you just hoped that soon enough your efforts to help him better bare fruit... So he doesn’t make anymore odd claims like him and his friends are in some “weird anime”!

Winks at the fourth wall.

Rantaro Amami (Immune System Of God)

Rantaro... wasn’t a drinker... well besides those really fancy drinks that he usually saw when you both got out, those always looked like a magical experience to try out so he usually did buy those but... he’s never actually gotten legitimately “drunk”, it may be because he never drinks too much.

Then there was the time that had asked Rantaro if he had ever gotten in all words actually “drunk” he responded with a shrug: “I guess I do...? Uh, I’m usually in the right state of mind afterwards still... enough to walk...”

... This was a topic which needed much more exploration... so you went out to a bar together, you swore that anything he got was on you... he squinted but still he bought some colorful drinks in funny-looking cups, peering towards you while he did...

...

He wasn’t actually drunk even after drinking quite a bit, what is this man, how is his immune system keeping him awake? Rantaro chuckles... “Yeah, I think that’s enough for tonight.. come on let’s go home.”

You either failed or this task is just impossible, you take the hand he offers you and walk outside with him... the only noticeable effect are the times he almost bumps into the wall but other than that... nothing...

He knows how to hold his liquor...

Gonta Gokuhara (Clumsy Drunk)

This was Kokichi’s fault, that’s all you know... he offered something for Gonta, that’s what he told you when he gave you back a stumbling crying boyfriend.

“... How did you even get him to drink this- oh my god! Gonta- baby please go lay down on the couch...” You led Gonta to the couch to sit down, he sobbed loudly into the pillow almost falling off, you gave a harsh glare to the Supreme Leader who chuckled at your displeasure.

“I told him it was “Respect Women Juice! TM! Yeah he really just drank it without an inch of hesitance...! Then he fell over drunk, it was hilarious till I had to actually bring him here.”

Gonta let out another loud sob as he fell over off the couch onto the floor, crying about how “Gonta caaaan’t see...!!!”

“You... are one screwed up... mess of a person Kokichi Ouma...” Pushing Gonta back onto the couch you tried to reassure him everything was alright, Kokichi grinned at you putting both of his hands behind the of his head.

“Oh I know... I know really quite well! Good luck dealing with him!”

Kokichi left the two of you alone together, you just let Gonta cry against you about how everything felt so weird... offering some water and some hugs, you’ll get revenge at Kokichi for this... you swear to it.

Kokichi Ouma (Angry Drunk)

... How... Who the hell had enough of your boyfriend to go and make him chug down so much alchohol he got drunk, god knows, but he was now... here... and slurring about some criticisms you didn’t know he had...

“Like... (S/O) it’s so stupid... instead of like... liiiike... getting mad at me when I insult her she usually gets off on it... it’s so gross,,, like how horny can somebody be (S/O)? How HORNY can you be?”

“... Kokichi... do you need a...” Despite how you tried to chime in he always cut you off, with a half-awake grumble...

“No... No let me say this... Hiiiii... iii... so... so what the hell is with Kaito’s sense of logic....? I know, know for a fact he CAN be stupid enough to literally TRUST everybody he meets, like even if there’s hard proof that their an asshole he’s STILL by their side... what the FUCK.”

“Are you talking about Maki?”

“SHE LITERALLY CHOKED ME ONCE YES, Y ES I MEAN MAKI...!” Kokichi touches his neck, rubbing at it. “Honestly... Maki is such a damn... damn jerk... seriously... she’s made “do you want to die” her punchline to almost any jokes she makes, we get it, your edgy as hell!”

While Kokichi grumbled the both of you didn’t notice the door quietly open up... nor did you notice it until their footsteps were in the right range for you to notice them...

Maki trails into the room with an sweating Kaito Momota by her side, she held a card in her hand with the words: “sorry for making you chug beer” in a rather sloppy handwriting...

“... Makiroll, don’t do this...-“ The astronaut tried to stop the caregiver but it was too late, she was already sprinting towards Kokichi to land a finishing blow...!

“FINLAND!”

[To be continued (But not really)]

Korekiyo Shinguuji (Beutifial,,, ohbnn)

How did he actually... get like this, well you honestly swear to god you don’t know, he just appeared at your doorstep muttering about how beautiful humanity was... in so much typos it was almost impossible to decipher a word of what he said...

“... Korekiyo do... you want some water?”

“... hdhdbnnkklllllln.” Korekiyo press his head against the pillow lethargically, he groaned afterwords grasping at his stomach.

“... Is... Is that a yes? A maybe? A... no?”

“... nnnnnnnnnnz.”

“No it is! No it is...”

“Okay! So do you want to um... take a nap?”

“... nbcbxzzz.”

Well. Well you can’t decipher any of this mess, picking yourself up you go to the kitchen to try and take in all that’s happened today...

“... I’ll just get that water anyway...” You pray to whatever god that exists... to please... pleasepleaseplease never have Korekiyo get drunk again.

#mod shuichi #mod shumai #ndrv3 imagines #ndrv3 x reader #kokichi ouma #shuichi saihara #kiibo #rantaro amami #ryoma hoshi #kaito momota #korekiyo shinguuji #gonta gokuhara #tw: alcohol

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minstrivia · 6 years

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So, every jealous!bts scenarios are always with men, but how would they react when a girl is trying to get in their s/o pants?

hope you like it. xx

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「 K I M S E O K J I N」

Jin can see it while he’s walking towards them, he can see all the tell-tale signs, the way the girl’s torso leans slightly forwards giving Y/N her undivided attention. He can see it when the girls speaks, she’s touching Y/N almost excessively so, hands coming down to smooth over Y/N’s thighs, arm and shoulder. And he can see it rooted in the girls’ eyes, they way they look completely entranced when Y/N’s lips tug into a beautiful laugh or smile and the way they travel over her figure constantly as if they were trying to commit Y/N to their memory.

Jin can see it all and he can see exactly what’s happening. He knows the natural effect Y/N has on other people, her ability to have someone interested in everything she says and does is almost too good to be true— he knows this all too well.

And he feels like he’s going to have to warn the poor girl before she becomes too enraptured. He clears his throat to make his presence known, placing the two wine glasses on the table, one for him and one for Y/N before sliding into his previous chair.

“Sorry I took so long,” he says under his breath, curling his arm around Y/N’s waist and kissing her cheek lightly. He flits his eyes to the girl who’s brows are bumping together in a frown momentarily before fixing his gaze back to Y/N. “Who’s this?”

“Oh, while you took so long. I made a new friend. Her names Ellie,” Y/N rambles excitedly. “She tells me she’s a dancer.”

“Oh really?” Jin gives Ellie a lacklustre smile, leaning back onto his chair casually and boxing his ankle over his thigh. “Well Ellie, I’m Jin. Y/N’s boyfriend.”

「 M I N Y O O N G I」

It’s as if he’s not there, as if somehow Y/N’s forgotten Yoongi’s entire existence because of the girl she met not too long ago. Sure he’d told her that he was busy and tired and that he would rather her not speak to him— which he admits was a tad bit too far. But he hadn’t actually meant it like that, she had to know that.

And instead of concentrating on whatever Namjoon’s saying, he observes suspiciously as Y/N laughs loudly for the fifth time in the past two minutes at something the girls said. Her eyes disappear into thin slits and her head tips back slightly. It’s exaggerated and it’s frustrating.

He knows she’s doing this to spite him, but really, out of everyone she picks one of their makeup artists, the one he knows talks about her excessively, and even worse Yoongi’s favourite one— Well was, not anymore, not after this.

But it’s not until Y/N’s sinking her teeth into her bottom lip, brushing a strand of hair from the girls face and tucking it behind her ear that he’s really had enough. His fingers dig into the palms of his hands, knuckles becoming pale at the feat. “Excuse me for a sec,” he rushes out, not waiting for another beat before he finds himself stomping determinedly towards Y/N.

She knows he’s coming as well, and she knows she’s succeeded in pissing him off, the barely-there smirk dangles of the side of her lip and if it wasn’t for the fact that he knows her too well he would have missed it. He clamps his fingers down on her arms roughly, hard enough to break bruises of his fingerprints on the surface before dragging her off to the side.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He seethes between gritted teeth, jerking her forcefully closer to him so her chest pressed against his. “Tryna get yourself in trouble are you?”

Y/N lifts her shoulders in a nonchalant shrug, attempting to step away from him but his grip on her is vice-like and she can barely move an inch. “Thought you told me to stay out your way.”

“I did,” he says. “I didn’t say flirt with my makeup artist.”

“She came up to me first.”

「 K I M N A M J O O N」

Namjoon’s not even mad, Y/N’s so pretty he already expects things like this to happen. So no, he’s not mad at all— actually it’s the furthest thing he'd use to describe his mood. In fact, he’s having to shift his trousers around every so often, altering his weight on the balls of his feet to not make it obvious exactly what kinds of things he’s imagining right now. The girl Y/N’s talking to is pretty— not as pretty as Y/N of course but she’s more than alright. Alright enough that he’s creating scenarios with the both of them in his bed and he wouldn’t mind just watching it happen.

And it’s like Y/N already knows as if somehow she’s reading his mind because she stares him right in the eye, whispering something in the girls’ ears and pointing right at him. He quickly looks away to make it seem like he wasn’t watching at all and when he returns his gaze, Y/N’s sauntering towards him, the girl following in tow.

“Noticed you looking at me,” Y/N says, an impish smirk playing at her lips as she bats her eyelashes, hands conjoined behind her back. “What can—” She glances behind her momentarily. “Anne and I do for you?”

Namjoon lets out a deep chuckle. She’s playing one of her games again, the ones she normally does to tide herself over at the evening galas. And she’s getting him involved in it too. “I don’t know,” He answers arching a sly brow. “You tell me.”

Y/N takes a step closer to him, fingers encircling his bicep and mouth brushing across his lobe. “I’ll do anything you want baby.”

Namjoon stills. He knows she’s not at all lying but he also knows she’s testing him. “You’re crazy.”

She scoffs, smacking his arm playfully. “And you’re a pervert.”

Namjoon shrugs nonchalantly, flitting his eyes from Y/N to the girl then back again. “Don’t lie though, it’d be hot.”

「 J U N G H O S E O K 」

Not even ten minutes. Hoseok hasn’t left Y/N for up to ten minutes and already she seems to have gotten herself into a situation. He knows this because as he’s talking with Yoongi, she keeps boring her eyes into him determinedly, a pleading look tugging at her forehead and lips as some girl he’s vaguely seen before talks to her.

He’s deliberately ignoring Y/N though, a small smirk on his lips as he notices her feet tapping impatiently on the ground as she gets more and more desperate. He’s not really sure as to what they could possibly be speaking about but he’s sure Y/N can deal with it herself.

“Congratulations,” Yoongi cajoles, lofting his glass in the air. “The hixtape is still doing incredibly well.”

Hoseok’s brows pull into a frown as he looks at Yoongi. “I still don’t understand why people are calling it that.”

“Well it’s actually quite simple, the—” Yoongi pauses suddenly and Hoseok watches as his face screws up into utter confusion. “What’s Y/N doing?”

“What?” Hoseok turns his attention to Y/N once again and this time the girls face is impossibly close to Y/N’s as she tries to inch away slightly.

And he doesn’t waste any time in taking quick long-legged strides over. “What’s going on here?” He asks and Y/N stands to her feet quickly, positioning herself right next to him.

The girl glances up with a huff, leaning back into her seat as if she’d been disturbed. “And who are you?”

“Her boyfriend, so back off.”

「 P A R K J I M I N 」

Y/N and Jimin had decided to go out to the beach today, learn how to surf and hopefully actually succeed. Because they’ve both been going on for the longest time that they’ll learn how to do it but they never get round to it. So there literally isn’t a better time to do it than today where the suns out and it’s nice and warm, plus it’s the perfect type of windy for surfers.

And Jimin was enjoying the guide— was. He was enjoying it until the surfing instructor started to get full on handsy with Y/N. There’s not a time where Jimin can properly say the girls definitely got her hands off of Y/N and it’s even worse because she’s whispering in her ear as if she were only trying to teach Y/N and Jimin wasn’t standing as clueless as ever.

But it’s not until she’s jogging away to get something quickly that Jimin uses the time to express his mind. “Should I be worried?” He asks.

Y/N frowns, practising her stance as she looks at Jimin. “Worried about what?”

“The way the instructor is all over you like she can’t wait to get you alone.”

“I think it’s actually quite nice,” Y/N replies matter-of-factly.

“What?”

“Yeah, whenever we leave the house people are normally all over you.” She shrugs. “I don’t know, it feels nice that it’s the other way around.”

「 K I M T A E H Y U N G 」

It’s not uncommon for Taehyung and Y/N to find themselves at this particular 24/7 coffee shop just around the corner from their apartment at unspeakable times. And they come here so often that even the staff know them well. So with that said, it’s not out of the ordinary that they’ve found themselves here again at 3am in the morning because Y/N had a sudden craving for a chai cream frappuccino.

“Hello, how can I help you?” The girl says a bright smile stretched onto her face besides the hour.

“Erm, can I get a frappuccino please,” Y/N says, a little yawn leaving her lips as she tugs onto her— well Taehyung’s hoodie. “A chai cream one. Grande.”

“Anything else?”

“Erm…sorry can I also get a butter croissant,” Y/N adds before glancing back. “Tae?”

Taehyung watches the girl cautiously, her eyes are mostly fixed on Y/N as if he weren’t even there and even when she speaks she just avoids eye contact. He’s never seen her before so he decides she must be new. “Yeah,” He drags. “Just a classic tall hot chocolate for me.”

“Alright.” The girls’ bright smile is back as she looks directly at Y/N again. “And erm…can I just say that I think you’re really pretty.”

“Me?” Y/N frowns. Her hair is tied messily on her head into a bun, she’s sure she’s got dark circles under her eyes after too many of these kinds of nights and she’s just dressed in Taehyung’s jumper which practically swallows her. So pretty is probably the furthest thing she’d use to describe herself.

The girl nods and flits her eyes to Taehyung quickly. “Yeah, your eyes are really nice.”

“Oh well, thanks.”

A picture of the faintest smiles lingers on the girl’s lips as if she’s happy she’s said that as she taps against the luminous screen. “That’ll be 14.99.”

Taehyung watches the girl as cautiously as ever, wrapping his arms around Y/N’s shoulders to tuck her into his side as he pays. And there’s something about the way she scribbles on the receipt before forcing it into Y/N’s hands, rushing out for them to be seated, that makes Taehyung that bit more suspicious.

“Lemme see that,” he murmurs as they walk to the nearest booth, plucking the receipt out of her fingers. And just as he’d thought, scribbled in the back is a neat call me with her digits under. “Christ Y/N, I think you’re going to have to wear trash bags everywhere you go.”

She smiles lazily. “Why?”

“Because you’re too god damn beautiful.”

「 J E O N J U N G K O O K 」

Jungkook’s close enough to hear Y/N’s conversation pretty well. Not that he’d admit he’s eavesdropping— but he is. Ever since he’d found Y/N cooped up in the kitchen instead of hosting— like he’s doing all night— for their home warming party.

Jungkook recognises the girl Y/N’s with as one of her friends, he’s definitely seen her in more than a few photos and if his memory serves him correctly she’s definitely called Fiona. And right now he’s questioning how much he likes Fiona as well.

“You know I’ve always liked you Y/N…as more than just a friend. And you know I’ll never lie to you.”

Y/N laughs nervously, fidgeting with their fingers. “Yeah I know, but I’m happy with Kook.”

“Well, I just think you’re rushing this,” Fiona says almost sympathetically. “You’re still young and most importantly so is he. I wouldn’t be surprised if he doesn’t stay faithful to you.”

“Okay conversation over,” Jungkook interrupts finally making his presence known. “I need to talk to my fiancée.” He signals Fiona to leave with a tilt of his head. “Privately.”

And it’s not until she’s properly out the room that Jungkook slumps down on one of the stools, dragging Y/N between his legs with his arms crossing over at the top of her ass.

He sighs with a sullen shake of his head. “Why does everyone still doubts my ability to make you happy?”

“Maybe because they don’t know how well you fuck me and how much I love your cock.”

“Fuck Y/N, I’m trying to be serious here,” He presses, everting his lips out in a pout. “I thought that when I finally put a ring on your finger this would stop.”

Y/N shrugs, raking her fingers through his hair. “Don’t blame me. I told her at least twenty times that I’m incredibly happy. She didn’t want to hear it.”

“No no I’m definitely blaming myself—” His palms smooth over the rounds of her ass as he places a quick kiss on her collarbone. “—should have locked you in our room like I wanted to. Keep you all to myself.”

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embracesadness · 7 years

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Bluepulse Week 2017 - Day 1 - Stargazing

(Hello. So, it’s probably been over a year since I’ve used this account or wrote anything that I actually put online. I’ve had a bit of a rough year in terms of writing, but I won’t try to make up excuses because I did leave for a really long time and it probably sucked for the people who read my stories. Anyways, this will also be posted on my fanfiction.net account and AO3 account, so if anybody who reads any of my other stories is reading this, I am hoping to get back into writing with this process. It helped me get back into it last year.

ANYWAYS! :D On a brighter note, I wanted to do something other than the classic “looking at the stars, they’re so bright, but they’re nothing compared to you, kisses” scene. Not to say that it’s not excellent, but it seems as though a lot of other people have already done it and it gets repetitive.

Also, YES, I AM aware that I broke most of the rules of science during this, but to be fair, it’s an AU, so aliens can live on distant stars because it’s not too hot for them and telescopes have SUPER ZOOM and nobody can tell me otherwise. ;P

Anyhow, this one is a little less bluepulsey. Just a warm up. Hoping tomorrow gets even better! Enjoy to anyone who us reading. And sorry for the long ass author note. O.o)

Day 1 - Stargazing

When Grandpa Barry buys him a telescope, Bart is disappointed. Well…not completely. It’s just that he was expecting the latest Call Of Duty video game and when he doesn’t receive it he feels that wave of disappointment he is so familiar with wash over him.

They’re all sitting in the living room; Grandma Iris, Grandpa Barry and himself, all staring silently at this simplistic piece of technology. Grandpa Barry then turns to him. Bart attempts to wince subtly. He isn’t sure whether or not he succeeds at it.

“So, kid. How do you like it?”

Bart forces a smile. Grandma Iris smiles as well, though Bart’s pretty sure he can see traces of sympathy hidden within her eyes.

“I love it.”

Except he doesn’t. At least, not right away.

Bart pays it no mind at first.

The stupid piece of junk sits in the corner of his room for weeks on end. Bart is really good at ignoring things, but even cobwebs in the corner are easy to get stuck in.

Every so often, he’ll turn over in bed and see the damned out of the corner of his eye. He’ll cover his face with a pillow and groan.

“Dumbass telescope.”

Of course it really wasn’t. Telescopes can’t be dumbasses. They’re inanimate objects. Everybody knows this. Even Bart himself. However, that doesn’t stop the feelings of resentment from bubbling up.

He should be used to it by now, though.

It’s never been easy having a Forensic Scientist for a grandfather.

When he’s eight his father dies in the freak show accident to end all freak show accidents. A governmental study gone wrong. It seems to Bart that all Allen men fall victim to the charm and power of science.

He tries not to think about it too much.

Not long after can his mother can no longer handle the pressure. She runs off with another man who gets her pregnant shortly after the death of his father. She forges a new life and forces herself to forget everything about her old one; including her own son.

Again, he tries not to think about it.

Barry and Iris are nice enough anyways. Young, but nice. It reminds him of how young his parents were when they had him. How young he is.

When he’s ten he impresses his entire fifth grade class by successfully completing an individual frog dissection lab without any help from any of the teachers present. He doesn't even show the slightest signs of being sick.

He tells his teacher that his grandfather’s been teaching him about dissections since he was nine.

Four of the bigger boys give him a black eye in the hallway after class.

Barry finally teaches him how to use the telescope.

Bart understands the concept after the first fifteen minutes, but spends the next forty-five listening to the older man go on and on and on about the wonders of astronomy and how every constellation has a story behind it and how there are about a billion galaxies in the universe and blah blah blah blah blah.

They’re just big balls of gas in the sky. Who fucking cares?

When he finally leaves (with the announcement that dinner will be ready in the next half hour), Bart pushes the telescope away from the window. He blinks twice and swallows once.

One foot then the other, he climbs up onto the ledge. He stares down more than up, because to him the ground is more interesting than the sky. And how fucking cool are rocks? Except nobody but geologists ever wants to talk about them.

No. Everybody always talks about how great and big the entire galaxy or the entire universe is compared to our world. Our planet. It doesn’t change the fact that life isn’t up in the clouds, but down here on earth.

But if life is so down to earth, then why concern yourself with things out of this world?

It’s seven past midnight on a Tuesday night when Bart finds himself staring blatantly at the motherfucking telescope of all things.

He blames it on lack of sleep. He blames it on the scary shadows objects manage to cast.

He blames it on the entire fucking galaxy.

Bart sits up and cries a bit in bed. He then curses his rotten luck for having ended up with a Forensic Scientist for a grandfather.

Then he gets up out of bed and sets up his telescope.

Millions of stars patter across the universe, some named, most not. A constellation of galaxies all connected like pieces in a puzzle that somehow all manage to fit in perfectly together. Look in closer and it's easy to see these galaxies in more detail. The planets that fill the Milky Way to the brim. The billions of stars that that light up the vast darkness of space. Each and every one manage to shine; to twinkle.

Who cares, Bart tells himself, they’re just big balls of gas in the sky.

One of the exploding balls of gas fizzles out and shoots across the sky like a bullet. One star in particular catches Bart’s eye. There almost seems to be a smudged, shadowy figure on it. Bart narrows his eyes.

And what the hell is that?

He switches the lens on the telescope so he can enlarge the image and focus it on more minute details. Grandpa Barry got him one of those super-detailed telescopes that cost a thousand dollars to order plus three dollars for shipping.

A thousand and three dollars for a cobweb holder. Who cares?

He grows more and more frantic as he attempts to focus the damned image. Things are still extremely blurry, but he’s pretty sure he’s blowing up the picture the way he wants it to be blown up.

His fingers begin to cramp up. And this is definitely a waste of time, he chastises himself.

He keeps adjusting the knob until he finally finds what he’s looking for.

He doesn’t believe his eyes at first.

Right in front of him is another living being.

No, he attempts to reason. No, that’s not possible. It is literally impossible for life outside of earth to exist. Extraterrestrials don’t exist. Aliens don’t exist. They don’t. Hell, was it even possible for a telescope to focus that much? Could this image be any clearer? Now way, he thinks. None of this is real. It’s just some crazy dream. REM sleep is fucking weird sometimes, right?

Yet, there’s the proof, staring him right back in the face. Sitting up on a star that is most probably light years away, a boy not much older than himself is stirring. He stares back at Bart through his own telescope. He clearly sees Bart as he grins, steps back from his scope and does this adorably, stupid little dance. He waves.

No no no. There’s no way.

Bart waves softly and unsurely. He takes in the other boy’s physical status. A well toned chest and muscle build, though lanky and long arms that almost don’t even fit him. Dark, chocolate skin with blue and black patterns running up and down his arms, legs and torso. Dark, blackish hair cut way too short along with these big, beautiful brown eyes. He’s completely naked, covered with bumps and different swirls and patterns. Like something out of a fucking Science Fiction movie.

The boy looks back through his telescope and smiles at Bart with the flashiest, whitest teeth he’s ever seen.

...A real life alien.

Who cares, Bart tells himself, but realizes with a growing horror that he does.

But for some reason when Bart looks at this alien, all he sees is a person. And for some reason, this person interests him in a way that none other has.

Bart steps up onto the window ledge, one foot then the other. Looking up for the first time in a long time. And he thinks he’s finally found something to keep him on the edge.

Because how fucking cool are aliens, right? And this one is so pretty that Bart can feel his face flush and is almost afraid the boy can see it too from light years away.

He smiles back even though his teeth aren’t as white. Even though his smile is not on the stand all that often.

He stands up on his tiptoes and reaches his hands towards the sky.

Because, he guesses, even the stars are pretty from light years away.

And sometimes you really do manage find something that’s out of this world.

#bluepulseweek2017 #bluepulseweek17 #bluepulse #bart allen #Jaime Reyes #Barry Allen #iris west #day 1 #stargazing #stars #galaxies #universe #Aesthetic #speedbuggy #alien au #breaking the laws of science #science #telescope #who cares?

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Victuuri Recs #6

Maelstrom by feelslikefire (NC-17, 43,6k) Summary: Victor Nikiforov is poised to win gold in his fifth consecutive Grand Prix Final. He has the world at his feet, is unparalleled in the sport--right up until a snowstorm blows into Sochi, and he finds himself repeating the same day over and over and over. He stumbles over Yuuri Katsuki, and everything changes. (Or, the time loop au. Loosely based on Groundhog Day.) [Time Loop/Time Travel AU, *FAVORITE] Victor Effing Nikiforov by shysweetthing (NC-17, 13,2k) Summary: AU in which Yuuri still doesn’t remember the banquet, somehow doesn’t blow Japanese Nationals, runs into Victor at the World Championships, and has absolutely no idea why his idol is suddenly friendly and incredibly handsy. Does Yuuri care about his reasons? No. It’s Victor Effing Nikiforov. Basically this is an excuse for total fluff. And porn. And shit-talking with bonus smut. (Edited for accuracy.) Happy birthday, Victor. ~~ Victor turned back to him, supernova smile in place once more. “I really, really like you. Promise you’ll still dance with me at the banquet if you take gold this time around.” Yuuri stared at the man. He looked at their entwined hands—he hadn’t wanted to pull away—and their thighs, pressed together despite there being plenty of room in the backseat of the cab. That scent of Victor’s cologne—just a dab, lightly applied somewhere on his neck—swirled around him. This was too real to be a dream, too physical for him to have imagined it. “I’m sorry,” Yuuri said slowly. “But…have we talked before?” [Canon Divergence AU] i know my madness by astoryaboutwar (NC-17, 14k) Summary: It's hardly a secret that Victor Nikiforov is a massive player. (In which Yuuri doesn't blow the Grand Prix Finals the first time round, does blow Victor, and everything changes but ends up the same.) Right Off His Feet by EmilianaDarling (R, 7,4k) Summary: One of Yuuri’s hands is sliding around his waist, guiding him effortlessly until they’re dancing together. Really dancing together, and Viktor forgets to think, to breathe. Yuuri’s so close that Viktor can feel the heat of his breath against the back of his neck, the warmth of his skin through his clothes.Then he closes his eyes, leans into the touch, and gives in completely as he lets Yuuri lead. [Missing Scene] Six Kinds of Love by Frilly_Axolotl (NC-17, 13,4k, WIP, Warnings) Summary: It's almost funny how one night can change a person's life forever. They were caught and sold together over a year ago. Two Yuris for the price of one, the auctioneer said. But now their sadistic Masters seem to have angered the enigmatic Viktor Nikiforov, who is willing to take on another slave or two as compensation. Yes, one night can change a person's life forever. Perhaps that is not always a bad thing. [Kidnapping, Slavery!AU, WARNINGS - This is a much darker fic than I normally rec, but it’s incredibly well written. Just mind the warnings and take note that they heavy stuff is in the first few chapters, and the story turns into one of healing and recovery from there] lovesick by Ironinkpen (PG, 2,7k) Summary: “Did the doctor send you?” When Yuuri doesn’t reply fast enough, since he's still gaping like a fish, he turns to Yuri. “Did the doctor send him? Because wow,” He drops his arm and presses his hand to his chest like the dramatic bastard he is. “You’ve got to be the prettiest man I’ve ever seen.” “Oh my god,” Yuri groans. “Is he hitting on you?” (In which Yuuri worries, Viktor's on the good drugs, and Yuri puts up with a whole bunch of bullshit.) a match worth waiting for by fan_nerd (NC-17, 17,8k, WIP Series) Summary: a collection of fics centered around a/b/o dynamics. victor is an omega; yuuri is an alpha. [Omegaverse, Series, Not Complete] A Fellow With a One-Track Mind by ken_ichijouji (dommific) (NC-17, 3,9k) Summary: Victor decides in order to help Yuuri land quads more consistently, he should have some kind of reward system. (AKA the Victor strips every time Yuuri lands a quad fic.) i think i was blind before i met you by incode (NC-17, 4,9k) Summary: Victor has a thing for every new bit of Yuuri he sees. (It’s odd, when he thinks about it, how awkward he has historically been in everyday life in contrast with the way stepping onto the ice feels like fitting into a disguise, an alternate persona where he’s confident, alluring, captivating. Yuuri used to feel so invisible; Victor has made him blossom into someone present.) Immaculate Dream, Made Breath and Skin by RC_McLachlan (NC-17, 2,8k) Summary: Almost half his life has been spent training for the day that Victor Nikiforov takes him to bed, so when it finally happens after the Grand Prix Final, Yuuri's prepared. More than prepared: he's ready. No one's ever touched him as a lover, sure, but there's nothing that he hasn't already dreamed about doing or having done to him to make anything that could happen a shock. But apparently Victor's sole purpose in life is to subvert all his expectations. Life is a Series of Accidents by BrinThePuffling (R, 24,6k) Summary: When Yuuri started college in America, he had a certain amount of expectations. Pretending to date his history TA was certainly not within that realm of expectations. Falling in love was even further outside his expectations. [Fake/Pretend Dating, College!AU, Ace!Yuuri] silver by pageleaf (NC-17, 2,9k) Summary: "Oh? You can't kiss silver?" Viktor makes a mock-horrified face. "Silver? No way!" Ah. Yuuri recognizes this—Viktor getting into one of his bratty moods. Yuuri's never really tried to do anything about it before, and eventually Viktor always tones it back down, but this time, Yuuri wonders... He shrugs. "Well, I guess I just won't be able to kiss you then." [Dom/sub] Distraction by SuggestiveScribe (NC-17, 7,9k) Summary: "Yuuri, let's not think about that," Viktor said, holding out his hands. Yuuri set his other skate aside. "You should take your mind off it; maybe seek a distraction--" "Okay." "--Anything to disengage from the nega--" Viktor stopped, blinking. "Wait, what?" Yuuri rose back to his feet, moving to stand in front of Viktor. Emotion burned at the edge of his irises, and in the limited light his stare flashed more crimson than brown, "I said, 'okay'." a day for all the rest by Etharei (NC-17, 6,2k) Summary: Phichit clears his throat. "You, ah, might want to wear your scarf again." He taps meaningfully at his own collarbone. Victor touches the indicated spot on his neck. The skin is markedly sensitive. He presses down, unable to help himself, and the sweet little ache summons a sense-memory: strong fingers carding through his hair, then digging into his shoulder, powerful thighs like a vice around his hips, his name gasped into his ear before a hot mouth seals over the skin of his neck. The day after the Cup of China. Breathless by MilkTeaMiku (NC-17, 5k) Summary: “Take whatever you want from me, Yuuri,” Victor urged. “Use me however you like. I’ll give you anything you want.” After being in Russia for two months, Victor is eager to return to his mate and finally mark him. [Omegaverse] Watch. by SuggestiveScribe (NC-17, 7,8k) Summary: "You have pretty legs, Yuuri." You searched for: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov by Arumattie (PG, 8,2k) Summary: Having discovered the ice skating fandom, Victor takes a keen interest in the fictional love lives of himself and his fellow skaters. That said, he's quick to pick a favorite ship. We Share a Common Interest by autoeuphoric (FreezingRayne) (NC-17, 2,9k) Summary: Yuuri lets the music fill him up, feeling Viktor’s attention prickle over his skin. The flames remind him of the sweeping lights in an exhibition skate, and Viktor’s gaze reminds him of the Grand Prix. But dancing this close--he doesn’t remember that. It’s completely new. (Yuuri and Viktor revisit the time they met) Hooked On Your Love by EllaWinchester24 (NC-17, 5,3k) Summary: Yuri is whining, rutting against the mattress, nose buried in Victor’s shirt. His lithe body is naked, every beautiful inch on display for Victor to feast his eyes on. Which is… not what he should be doing, fuck. OR The one where Omega!Yuri gets his heat in Russia and alpha!Victor discovers exactly how much his mate likes it when he praises him. Basically, me indulging myself with some smut and fluff. [Omegaverse] be the salt on your skin by alykapedia (NC-17, 2,2k) Summary: Yuuri’s heat arrives two weeks after Viktor shows up. (Or: the five times Katsuki Yuuri spent his heats alone, and the one time he didn't (and never would again). [Omegaverse] Unimaginable by emilyenrose (PG, 4,8k) Summary: Sixteen year old Victor spontaneously travels to the future, where he's... retired? And married? [Time Travel AU] all come praise the infanta by pearl_o (PG, 1,2k) Summary: One week after Victor announces he won't be competing next season, he posts to his Instagram account a photograph of an impossibly tiny onesie and a small stuffed poodle lying atop a comforter. [Kidfic] turntables by exocara (PG, 4,3k) Summary: It happens approximately one week after Yuuri’s disastrous performance in Sochi. Viktor Nikiforov @v-nikiforov I wish I could date pretty black haired boys who dance well. “Ooh, the candidates are already flooding in!” Phichit says with an amused grin. “Candidates?” Yuuri asks and Phichit helps Yuuri scroll down to read the replies. Most of them are variants of “date me!” with pictures attached. It’s all very interesting. “You should send one too!” Phichit says and Yuuri doesn’t even bother answering him. “Look, I’ll send one if you send one. It’ll be fun!” [Canon Divergence AU] Shut up and let me hold you by shysweetthing (R, 2,4k) Summary: “How can you tell me to return to the ice while saying you’re retiring?” As Victor spoke, his anger flared into something just a little darker. Something just a little possessive, and Yuuri was usually the possessive one between them. Victor found himself closing the distance between them, grabbing hold of Yuuri’s leg. Yuuri shrank back—a centimeter—but Victor followed. Their noses brushed. Their lips were so close that when Victor spoke, it was almost a kiss. “Yuuri, how am I supposed to skate my heart out when you are my heart?” Stupidly Happy With You by qwartooty (PG-13, 2,9k) Summary: “You have that stupid look on your face again,” Yurio said, skating up to where Viktor was watching Yuuri. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Viktor said, putting on a very deliberate frown. “Face it- Katsudon is sucking the cool right out of you." “He’s not sucking anything out of me.” “Ohoho?” Phichit glided by them with a gleefully scandalized look on his face. (post episode 9 - in which Yurio means well, Viktor loses his cool, and Yuuri helps him find it) (oh, and Phichit is a little shit) Deluded by SuggestiveScribe (PG-13, 3,4k) Summary: “Say Yuuri,” he began, gently brushing off the legs of his slacks, “do you know much ballroom?” “Uhm, well,” Yuuri was wringing his hands now, suddenly overflowing with anxious energy, “Just the very basics that helped with skating. It was mostly ballet for m--” Viktor extended his hand where he stood, arm and fingers outstretched and beckoning to Yuuri, “Then you know how to waltz.”

#victuuri #yoi #yuri on ice #victuuri recs #fic recs #victor nikiforov #yuuri katsuki

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acewing13 · 7 years

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Fanning the Flames, Part 1, V1

“So, Mr. Carlson, anything you want to say?” the Reno-Sparks police officer asked, holding a notebook in his left hand and keeping his right hand near the handcuffs and the thaumium nightstick.

Oh, there’s plenty I want to say. None of it helpful when dealing with an officer of the law. I mean, what was I supposed to say? Here I was, on the third day on a stupid job at a grocery store, and my lane looked like a tornado had come through, with chocolate pudding making ugly brown skids on the tile floor and the wyvern flanks creating little puddles as they thawed. Why does this always happen to me?

“Sorry, sir,” I said, shrugging. “I have no idea what happened. One minute, I was helping a customer with her credit card, then I got smacked by a flying apple.”

The officer sighed, moving his right hand to pull out a pen. “Mr. Carlson, hmm, Michael,” he said, somehow thinking that my first name would fix this situation. “I want to believe you, but you know it is hard to, right? Especially after last month.”

Ahh, the book store. I mean, sure, something similar had happened during in the few weeks that I had been there for. I had only gotten the job thanks to it being owned by a family friend, Naesala of Yosemite, and I had promised to wear an elf talisman (made out of a rattlesnake tail, griffin feathers, and a fragment of Napoleon’s field marshal baton) while I worked. It was supposed to keep away the ‘bad luck’ that had made me near unemployable. And it worked…until it burst into flames a week later. I still think the restraining order is a bit much though.

“Mr. Carlson?”

Oh, yeah. The cop. I shook myself out of my reverie. “Look, Officer, umm, Millhouse,” I said, glancing at his name plate, “I know this looks bad, but I swear, it’s not me.” I hiked up my pants leg until the month old adamantine ankle bracelet was visible. “You can ask my boss, I’ve never taken the stupid thing off. If I can’t perform magic, then how can I be doing any of this?”

The police officer tapped his pen against his notepad, obviously annoyed at my outburst, then he said, “Unless you’re casting through the adamantine band….”

I blinked at his statement, then started laughing. No, I started cackling like a mad witch, having to brace myself on my legs to stop myself from falling to the floor. There’s no way he’s serious, right? Regardless, it was good to laugh like that again. It had been a long time since something had amused me that much. After a few moments, I recovered enough to look back up at the cop, whose face was a bright shade of red, like a dwarven bloodroot mushroom. I guess he had been serious. Who does he think he is, some amateur Thaumatoligist?

“Sorry, sir,” I said, trying to salvage the situation, though a residual chuckle in my throat made me sound even less serious than before. “But if you had been rejected by the Magical Technical College three times, specifically because you could only cast the easiest and most useless cantrips, you would laugh to.”

“Be that as it may,” the police officer said, gritting his teeth as he rapidly wrote on a notebook, “I think you’re going to have to come down to the station tomorrow. We’re going to need to go over all of your little incidents and see if something can be done about it.”

What? All of the incidents? I’ll be there all week! “Please, sir,” I begged, “Can’t you just fine me or something? I’m trying to move on with my life here.”

“Sorry, Mr. Carlson,” the cop said, putting his pen away and handing me my orders. “I don’t like the increasing pace of events happening around you. Sure, no one has been hurt, yet.” He turned to leave, but then looked at me again. “Don’t even think of skipping town. Show up at nine tomorrow morning or I will get a warrant.” Glaring at me with all of the authority he could bring to bear, he continued, “Do I make myself clear?”

Why does this happen to me? “Yes, sir,” I said, taking the summons from his hand.

As the police officer left, a voice behind me said, “You said this wouldn’t be a problem, Michael.”

Turning around, I saw that it was my boss, Robert “Bob” Talbot, who was frowning at the mess.

“Yeah,” I said, rubbing my eyes as I looked at my aisle. “Sorry, Bob. I’ll get this cleaned up right now.”

My boss slowly shook his head. “No, Spencer and Joseph are going to deal with it. You are going to hand me your keys and apron.”

No. No, no, no, no, no… ““Please, Robert,” I said, my knees buckling as I tried to think of something to say. “You know how much I need this job. You know this isn’t my fault!”

Robert, who had been my friend since fifth grade, sighed, his shoulders slumping as he shook his head again. “I had to call corporate about this. They’re not going to let you stay. You know how much work I had to do even get you the job in the first place. Heck,” he said, snorting in derision, “I almost lost my job, but thankfully, my boss likes me.” He looked at me and shrugged. “Sorry, Mike.”

Of course you’re fine. You don’t have to deal with wyvern meat hitting you in the face. I mean, come on, they doubled the thickness of the stupid band for goodness sakes!

I did my best to not let my anger show on my face as I took off my apron, took out the keys to the cash register out of my pocket, and handed them to Bob. “Thanks for giving me a chance, Bob.”

“Yeah,” my boss replied, dropping the keys in his pocket of his jeans and putting the apron over his shoulder. “I’ll come by with your pay tomorrow, okay?”

Don’t want me to come back, huh? Figures. Even my friends have to abandon me.

“Sure,” I said, nodding as I started towards the door. Don’t even need to clean out my locker, since I didn’t have anything in it. Pushing on the door, I turned and started on my long walk home.

Okay, I really need something to distract me. Starting on my walk home, I passed the newspaper dispenser. Wonder what’s in the news. Instead of turning around, I reached in a nearby trash can and pulled out a newspaper. Reagan Beats Hart By a Landslide, today’s headline read, as I wiped ripe banana off of the full page picture showing the ex-movie star, now presidential elect’s grin as he shook his vice president’s hand.

Hah, everyone else was saying that Reagan was going to get destroyed in the election. Turns out it went the other way around. Course, it didn’t help that Reno and Sparks are tied to the elven community in Tonapah, who hate him for joking during a mic check about nuking their enclaves. The high-minded elves are kind of touchy about that. Happens when the same leaders who were in charge during the First Fairy War are still in charge after the Second.

These thoughts took me a ways down Oddie Boulevard, holding the open the newspaper and looking at the state by state results when a semi-truck drove dangerously close to the sidewalk. I scurried to a nearby business entrance and stayed there until I caught my breath. Stupid truckers. Why do they drive so recklessly? I sighed, relieved I still was alive and threw the newspaper in a convenient trash can as I turned off Oddie onto Sullivan Lane, a straight shot to home. Ugh, Mom hasn’t left yet, has she? How am I going to explain this to her?

I still hadn’t come up with an answer by the time I reached home. Maybe I can go around the back so she doesn’t see me? I saw that was impossible as I saw her leaning on the blue Volkswagen Bug, arms folded and looking right at me as I walked down the street towards her. Well, no avoiding her now.

“Hi, Mom,” I said, once I reached her. It’s weird to be taller than Mom. “About to head to work?”

“Soon,” she said, dressed in khaki slacks and a MGM Casino polo shirt, with her brown hair tied back in a ponytail and her purse sitting on her left shoulder. “But I wanted to talk to you before I left.”

Oh, come on. Did Robert call ahead of me or something? Punk. “Did you hear about the incident in the grocery store?” I asked, rubbing my eyes.

“Yeah,” she said, idly replacing a loose gray hair behind her ear. “Dustin came over to talk to me about it… you know,” she continued, raising an eyebrow at my confusion, she said, “Officer Millhouse…, come on Michael, the police officer you spoke with at the grocery store?” Ah, that guy. Must be ex-SWAT, which would explain his interest in my condition. She shook her head in bemusement and continued, “You really need to do a better job of remembering names, Michael.”

I rolled my eyes. “I had other things on my mind right then, Mom. Like losing my job.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” she said, her face instantly softening and pulling me into an embrace. “I’m sorry that things aren’t working out.”

I wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry as I returned the hug. This is what I get for having a former witch of the Society of Witchcraft and Thaumaturgy as a mother. She takes the weirdness of my life in stride and is always on my side in these situations. A lesser human would have kicked me out of the house after the third time the curtains had caught on fire, but Megan Carlson née Beckett just took it in step. “I’ll live, Mom,” I finally managed to say.

“Anyway,” she said, letting me go and readjusting her purse. “Your father’s last child support payment finally came through, so I got you a new game for your videogame console and some pizza for dinner tonight.” She smiled and continued, “Don’t party to hard, okay?”

Oh, yeah. Uh huh, I thought as I put my best smile on and said, “Will do, Mom.” Won’t be partying too hard.

Her eyes narrowed for a second, sensing that something was off with my response. But she looked at her watch and shook her head. “Got to go,” she said, before kissing me on the cheek and getting in the VW Bug. I waved good bye as she sped off down 15th St, towards downtown Reno.

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