#I'd rather not get murdered by my family or them kick me out thanks

[simplestoryteller]

so apparently my family doesn't like me being queer-friendly (I'm aro ace and an enby but I ain't tellin' them that) sooooo any hopes that might've clung to me on them accepting me if I came out, just flew right out of the window.

Good thing I never worked up the courage to get pride stuff (except for some stickers that were subtle milkshakes) because now I fear I might have raised their suspicions some.

Let's hope I'm wrong

#and people wonder why we stay in the closet #I'd rather not get murdered by my family or them kick me out thanks #closeted for my own safety #mabye one day it'll be safe #but not today

[lightlycareless]

CHAPTER 35 IS HITTING LIKE ALL MY FAVORITE TROPES,, the ao3 outage earlier this week KILLED me right during my standard "rereading the latest chapter over and over" frenzy,,,

this one had me throwing my phone on my bed and covering my face w my hands like a flustered maiden. losing my fucking shit the entire time

the sudden "theres something going on that all the staff are whispering about" had me like,, what the fuck is going on,, is someone DEAD? and a momentary "HOW MANY MONTHS HAS IT BEEN SINCE THAT ULTIMATUM" and then its naoya's dumb ass getting himself sick. i'd be annoyed at him if it weren't for the incredible scenes this grants us later in the chapter

(and its also SO FUNNY *how* he got sick-- literally stranded in some cursed energy zone all pathetic and alone. just like my sad kicked dog description i keep using for him. he is embodying it fully and truly.)

when naoya's staff came up to y/n like "its about naoya's health we need you" i was like "ohh the drama is he gonna die without her there or something" and,, turns out thats exactly it he probably would've died from refusing to take medicine if she weren't there. glorious. hes so pathetic its unreal (affectionate)

THEYRE FINALLY ALONE TOGETHER AGAIN,, it feels like its been so long and it apparently has been for him-- feeling like its been centuries since hes seen her. ME TOO MF MAYBE IF YOU WERE LESS OF AN ASSHOLE WE COULDVE BEEN HERE EARLIER

"it feels like you could literally do just about anything with him and he wouldn't be able to stop it" - "you were sure you could control him" Y/N,, GIRL,, YOU WANNA TOP HIM SO BAD OOO YOU WANT TO DOM HIM SO BAD. IM CHEERING FOR YOU (she might've been thinking more about murder. but i know what i was thinking) that followed by the "holding the cup directly to his lips to make him drink" scene is killing me. im going insane for them.

she FINALLY gets to interrogate his ass and he CAN'T go anywhere or do anything about it this whole scene was AMAZING. we get so much added dimension to both of them with y/n finally getting to snap on him somewhat and say/ask all the things she's been hiding, and naoya finally showing a little bit of that vulnerability with the discussion about the records and his mother. there's SO much going on here and i can't WAIT to see how that's gonna unfold in the next chapter ft. all sorts of flashbacks

i would read like 35 more chapters of just these sick shenanigans going on tbh. naoya's pov during this kinda thing would be so interesting too-- how deliriously out of it is he actually? is he gonna be absolutely mortified at this behavior when he's more lucid? i could also imagine him pretending to be sick for wayyy longer than he really is just so y/n won't leave,,,

outstanding showstopping amazing. i cant wait to see whats next!

Hi!!!! AAAA sorry for taking a while to get back to your ask, however I must say that when I saw this pop up on my inbox I was going through somewhat of a sad moment, and this made me very happy :’) So thank you!! 😭❤️❤️❤️❤️

Now onto the juicy details…

I’m 100% aware that I’ve been writing nothing less than indulging tropes… AND I’M GLAD ABOUT IT HAHAHAH I’M NEVER GONNA STOP

I think I might’ve been a bit dramatic when writing the reaction from the staff. But after everything that happened… there’s no other way for them to react 😂 The never-ending drama in the Naoya-Y/N soap opera has them on edge, they saw this coming and was only a matter of waiting when it would occur.

It makes me wonder what Naobito’s opinion about this whole charade was 🤔 From disappointment towards his son, to amusement when hearing that Naoya has been incessantly calling for Y/N. He probably lurked around as close as he could to get a better look of what was happening, maybe even bringing some popcorn to enjoy the show. Y/N was right to assume that his family would’ve intervened to force her into aiding Naoya, although… not because they cared but rather because Naobito was tired of things being boring.

Omg… who does he ship Y/N with? Naoya or Naoaki? WTF am I even saying lmao 😂 I need to log off.

As for the timeline… please don’t ask me about it AHAHAH I feel like after all the things that happened, if I were to sit down and determine how much time has passed since the beginning of the story… it would probably be like 5 years or so lol —well, it certainly feels like it anyways. But I will set a time frame in the following chapters to give you an example of how long it’s been, if it’s believable anyways 😂 Thank god it’s fiction AMIRITE? (excuse my lazy writing 😭)

Anyways, the way he got sick is exactly as you described: overall pathetic. There really is no better words to say, serves to show how he’s slowly losing himself 💀😂 ah, poor Naoya, but can’t say he doesn’t deserve it. I wonder what he actually did in those missing days?

I’m very surprised y/n was involved at all for there’s no way the staff didn’t know of their tumultuous relationship. This more likely than not could’ve worsened his situation… and if she was truly vengeful she could’ve taken this chance to kill him and yet, they still had faith on her, believed she would somehow ignore all the horrible things he had done to her and do the right thing. And in that matter, they don’t deserve Y/N lol. Once again if she were a bit more unhinged, she could easily be a Tomie-type of character… but where’s the fun in that? (at least for what I have in mind, not gonna say that writing that kind of story isn’t intriguing hehe)

Well, the threat of her being forced by her in-laws lingered in the back of her mind, perhaps even her main motivator, but all things considered she decided to do so because, well, she’s not completely evil. She should’ve been a bit harsher… but well, that doesn’t really align to the values she was taught with.

Talking about the alone part… wow. It has been a while since we saw them together like that; like what, 10 chapters? Lol Still, if Y/N had been that unhinged she could’ve been like “I’m taking my ladies with me AND Naoaki for my well-being” and that would’ve murdered Naoya and his staff immediately. HAHAHAH Can you imagine that though? Still, I won’t say that doesn’t sound a bit ridiculous 😂 the whole family reunited in his room lol.

But yeah!! It’s been so long, and it’s finally happening… under relatively normal conditions where Naoya isn’t terrorizing her. It does make me wonder how their time at the ryokan during their honeymoon was like… I might write about it… some snippets here and there (or if someone wants to send in an ask of what they think happened heheh) anyways, her being in this position of power is a bit unnerving to her, and within reason. From being berated almost daily, to being in a situation where she can literally do anything and who’s gonna stop her?????

Well, Y/N isn’t that crazy like Naoya, but I’m sure she’ll make the most out of this situation anyways.

AS FOR THE TOPPING IMPLICATION…. Damn. I didn’t even think about it like that hahah I was out here imagining how “Y/N wants to beat him up, make him suffer, so he can get a taste of what she’s been through………….” And then you show me the other side of the coin where she might want to top him DAMN that’s an interesting perspective of something that might happen further down the road…. AHAHAHHAHA I won’t say anything more.

Either way, not that the aspect of “intimacy” has been brought up, for me those moments that Y/N was taking care of Naoya felt… well, intimate, if that makes sense. Probably a delusion from my side, but it’s the kind of domestic things I want to see happening between the two 😭 no more drama or fighting, just the two being in a healthy, happy relationship. Like Naoya coming back injured from a mission and Y/N tending for him because she cares for him, not because she’s being forced or because Naoya was acting stupid or whatever.

But we shall see, we’re getting somewhere after all :>

The highlights of this chapter would definitely be Naoya opening up to Y/N (although a bit, and when he’s not 100% him, but it’s something…) and Y/N talking (or more like demanding) to know about the records and why he’s acting like that… even though she doesn’t believe him that much lol.

NGL I’m excited for the next chapter, it’s going to be flashbacks that will certainly affect their relationship—something I’ve been wanting to write too! Like, I hadn’t said anything about Tomoko outside of Naoaki’s perspective, but what about Naoya?! What’s his relationship with her like? How was she during her last days at the Estate? And for Y/N, HOW DID MINAKO DIE? Oof, very interesting indeed.

The following chapter, whether for the worse or for the better, is necessary for their marriage. As well as his sickness :> We’re finally getting development for the two yall!!

Anyways, thank you so much for your patience and support! We’re slowly moving forward to the “good stuff” that I cannot WAIT to post!!! There’s also a few more tropes (I guess) that I want to introduce… some that I think are very obvious (of course, because I know what’s happening lmao) 😂 but I can’t help but indulge on them!!!! It’s like an addiction, I must… have… it.

Once again, thank you so much for being patient with me during this short break 🥺❤️ I hope you like the next chapters!! Take care, have a wonderful week, and hope to see you soon!!

#ask #ask series: first it hurts— #naoya zenin #naoya zen'in #naoya x reader #naoya zenin x reader #naoya zenin x your #jjk naoya #naoya zen'in x reader

[hotchs-second-wife]

DON'T BLAME ME || 1 || Jay Halstead / Thea Rhodes

Synopsis: Theodosia Rhodes, the youngest daughter of a big-time Chicago CEO, needs a husband of her own choice before her father makes that decision for her. Jason Halstead, newly-made Intelligence detective, needs a wife to inherit his portion of his mother's inheritance.

Warnings: Mentions of arson, kidnapping, murder, rape; allusion to childhood trauma, suicide, cancer-related death; descriptions of vehicular accidents including, but not limited to, car-on-car collision, car-on-truck, train; outright familial/parental pressure; portrayal of misogyny and misandry. Read ahead at your own risk.

THEODOSIA

My phone buzzed against the bar shelf, as I slid two Long Island ice teas. The constant vibrantions from my pocket annoyed me, so lately I kept a box under the bar for employees to leave their phones if they wanted.

"Should probably answer that," Matt chided from my right. Despite the crowd in Molly's, he could still hear my phone on vibrate. Granted, we were trained to hear the littlest things.

Kelly laughed beside him. "I can guarantee it's the old man or the sister."

"More likely my sister," I snorted, pulling out another bear for them. "Less talk about my familial pressure for marriage and more drinking, boys."

"You don't need our money, you're richer than the entire department," Kelly frowns.

"I do need to pay my employees though, and I'd rather use the money made from this place than my allowance." Considering I own Molly's and not Cornelius. "I might own a department store but Molly's isn't in cahoots with Dolan Rhodes, and I'd rather keep it that way."

Kelly raised his beer in agreement, before I set off to serve other customers. I tend to the usual, everyday regulars that I only ever see in the bar and not at my full-time job, then head over to the officers and detectives sitting at the very end of my bar.

"Good evening, Lieutenant," Antonio nodded once politely, earning a light smack from me. "You might work with my sister, but I'm not getting kicked out for pissing off the bartender."

I snickered, "you have a lot more than getting kicked out to worry about, Antonio. I know all your dirty little secrets. Everyone bullshits to the bartender."

"Just the usual, Rhodes," Atwater laughed between him and Ruzek. I grabbed the men their usual drinks, moving on to cleaning the glasses in the sink.

Ruzek, amidst his friends' conversation, looked at me over his bottle. "My sister's finished med school, and I know your old man donates to Chicago Med."

"And you want me to put in a good word for her?" I nodded over his head. "Which one is she?"

"She doesn't drink, knowing the risks as a doctor and all."

I smiled. "Like her already. I'll put in a good word, as long as you bring her next time. We got a stock of non-alcoholics out back for when we have shift the next day."

Ruzek thanked me and returned to conversation with his co-workers. I heard my name called, following the voice to Gabby Dawson, one of the best paramedics I know and a damn good barkeep.

"You've met Severide's sister," Gabby waved a hand at Brooklyn Severide.

"How could I not when I babysit her niece?"

Brooklyn raised her glass to me, "my niece's mother, you mean."

"You got a kid?" One detective Jay Halstead asked me.

That particular detective that seduced one of my greatest friends, a non-blood sister, and lied to her for the sake of undercover work. He then proceed to let Molly's get set on fire, the one bar owned and worked by firefighters, and broke up with her in the end. I still wanted to kick his ass for that.

Mostly for Gabby, but also for Molly's. My poor baby.

I raised my head a little. "Best friend's kid, lost her mom. I try to be the mother she deserves." To say I'm still a little apprehensive of the detective would be an understatement.

"And you are," Brooklyn held my arm in her hand, before going back to her drink. "Best damn woman in the world, this one."

I see what's happening.

"Fire lieutenant, great with kids, animals and the elderly. Great with cops too. Did I mention she scaled a two story house to get a cat out of a tree because the truck ladder was stuck?" Brooklyn, a little tipsy already, latched onto Halstead's wrist.

He laughed. For such a dick, the laugh was cute. Really brought out a young side to him. Too bad he's a liar. "About a million times, Brooke. You tried to scout her off to Atwater this morning."

"You did?" I deadpanned. In the near decade I'd known her, Brooklyn had been trying to set me up with men—and women when I came out to her—left and right. I was too good for her brother, apparently. I doubted she realised her brother was also like a brother to me.

It just so happened that his daughter looks more like me with her gorgeous brown hair and brown eyes, and likes to call me Mommy whenever her dad brings her over.

"He's a handsome man, Rho, and he'd take good care of you." Brooklyn excused, turning back to Halstead. "Did I mention benefits? Also she's rich, so that's its own benefit."

She's trying to set me up with this dickwad.

"I'm not that urgent for a wife," Halstead shook his head at Brooklyn, keeping his arm out under his partner's hand.

Kelly called across the room to me, "Mom, baby's calling for you!" That got me there in two seconds. Elizabeth Severide was the cutest little girl in existence, and she would be gorgeous as she got older. The Italian in her would bring that out in her.

She was in every way her dad's daughter, from the smile down to the attitude. The Severide siblings were already a lot to deal with, and to pile on a mini-version of Kelly? I couldn't say no to Elli's little face though.

Elizabeth lost her mother when she was born, and the moment Kelly met his baby girl, I had been with him and encouraged him to at least see her before deciding to let her maternal grandparents take her. He'd asked me an important name to me, in which I said his name or Matt's. They were the closest to brothers I had since Connor went overseas.

When it came down to girls names, it had to be my mother's. I lost her when I was ten, to depression, but she was still my mother, down to the looks and personality. So he'd named her Elizabeth Leslie, after my mother and his best friend, Shay.

Shay was ecstatic her best friend's kid was named after her, and it happened that her middle name was Elizabeth. More often times than not, she'd call Elli by her middle name because she liked it so much.

"Hi, Mommy!" Elli waved at me over FaceTime through Kelly's phone. She was at the Herrmanns', while I worked and Kelly hung out until it was time for him to head home. "What are you doing?"

"I'm working, Reginetta." I smiled, taking the phone from her dad. She loved the little nickname I called her, since I'd promised her mother's parents I'd teach her Italian. Being privately tutored in a language of my choice helped them agree to let Kelly keep her. "Are you in bed?"

"Cindy said I can stay up until Daddy comes pick up!"

She was the cutest little 4-year-old ever.

"Well Daddy will be home with Christopher soon. Christopher is almost finished working." I took the beer from his hands.

Elli took her eyes off me for a second, looking over the phone. "Lee Henry said you have to marry soon. Do I get a new daddy?"

"No, your daddy will still be your daddy. I can't replace him."

"But Cindy said you're not marrying Daddy."

I nodded. "That's right. I'm marrying a different man, because my daddy tells me to."

"Do you not love Daddy anymore?"

Oh sweet baby. "I love your Daddy as much as I love you, Reginetta. But your Daddy isn't the man for me. He'll marry a good woman who will love you just as much as we do."

"But I don't want another Mommy, or another Daddy!" She cried, tears falling over her chubby cheeks. "Only you and Daddy!"

"It's okay, baby, you won't see my husband unless your Daddy is okay with it, and only if you want to. He'll just be Mommy's husband."

She nodded, little sniffles leaving her nose as Cindy helped her wipe her tears. "Principessa, your Daddy and I will never introduce you to a man or a woman if you don't want to meet them. Besides, you'll probably be much older when we ask about it."

"Daddy said I'll see you o-morrow at the Big House."

My house looked like a downsized version of the firehouse, so she called my house "Mommy's House" and 51 the "Big House". It worked just as well with her calling Chief Boden the "Big Man".

"That's great! Now you get ready for Daddy to come get you, and I'll see you tomorrow, little one." I hung up and gave Kelly a look to find Herrmann. He did just that, taking his phone and leaving a kiss to the side of my head beforehand.

#

Closing up was as easy as cleaning a pig's back. And that was an understatement, given that I know how to clean a pig while they're running around.

With everything locked up in the bar, and the front door locked, I headed out the back where I expected Brooklyn to be. We were planning to finish off Europe trip plans before we passed out, but her car was nowhere to be seen.

"Antonio said she was too drunk to stay any longer, so he took her home." Halstead's voice carried over the small parking lot reserved for Molly's employees and family. He wasn't family; not to the bar owner. "I called Severide, he said I could park here. His sister's best friend and all. You wouldn't mind, according to him."

Brooklyn was too drunk my ass. I served her all her drinks, and when I wasn't, Gabby was. I knew how much she had.

Little shit trying to set me up.

"I'm sure you know just as well as me, but I'm fully aware she's trying to set us up, and I know you're hating it just as much as you hate me."

"I don't hate you." Now you're a freaking liar, Theodosia. "Just, despise you more than the average person."

He laughed, genuinely, while he moved around his truck to open the passenger door for me. "I think there's people that would argue with that. Unlike you, I was a screwed up kid."

"And how would you know what I was like?" I asked, and he shut the door before I even got an answer. Sitting in his car in silence was peaceful, and somehow comforting. An old smell that was awfully familiar ran over my skin.

Halstead shut the driver's door after he sat down. "One, you're the most popular woman in Chicago. Two, you did everything your dad told you to, even if it was clear you didn't enjoy it. Like modelling."

That was the bane of my long existence. I hated it, and thanked whoever had been listening to my prayers that I'd found firefighting and loved it. It was the first decision I made about my career life, and the first decision I made the moment I turned 18.

Connor had wanted to leave America, start his adult life in another country while he studied medicine, but I dug my roots into the ground of the Chicago Fire Department and fought my way through the academy on my own. I made sure the brass didn't accept any money from my old man so I knew I could accomplish something in my own right.

And it wouldn't bite me in the ass later on either. I'd found myself a real family, one where Boden was a better father than my actual one.

"Brooke always talks so highly of you," Halstead mentioned, his eyes on the road.

For as long as I've known Kelly, I've known Brooklyn. Sweet girl, only a year younger than me. I was almost directly in the middle of the Severides, with Kelly three years my senior. Kelly had been my guide right out of the academy, and when Boden wasn't mentoring me, Kelly was taking me over the basics of rescue firefighting. He'd been candidate for a few months before Matt had arrived, then he was bumped up to rescue squad about a month before I appeared.

Matt and Kelly, being a couple years older, wanted me to get close to Brooklyn, since we were closer in age and women. I was 22, and Brooklyn 21, when Kelly took us out drinking for her 21st. Unbeknownst to Brooklyn—or Kelly—one of the guys over at Firehouse 38 had preyed his eyes on the fresh 21-year-old in the bar.

I'd beaten the shit out of him, and Boden had to convince the patrol sergeant in charge not to charge me. That I was a dedicated firefighter that was just shy of 3 weeks from moving up to search squad, and that I didn't need a stained record when the lieutenants were already riding my ass.

I've had Brooklyn glued to my hip at bars since then. She was always great company, and much more of a pleasure to be around than Kelly when she was drunk. A giggly, playful sort.

She looked up to like the older sister she didn't have, and admired that I put my foot down to my father. Something she wishes she could do.

"Yeah, well, Benny and my father aren't all that different. One's just rich and the other one is god knows where." It was true, for the most part. I knew where Benny was, or where he should've been. And I knew he was coming up to Chicago to see his granddaughter.

Halstead agreed. "She said he's a better grandfather than a father."

"Most shit dads tend to be better with other people's kids. Benny's been great to me, but that's just to get on Kelly's good side. Be nice to your granddaughter's mother figure and you get your son happy."

He didn't say anything to that, but I didn't expect him to. As much as I knew about him, which wasn't much since he'd only been Brooklyn's partner for less than a month, but he didn't have all that good a relationship with his dad either. That's mostly why he and Brooklyn were so close as far as I was concerned.

"About that wife thing," Halstead glanced in his rearview mirror. "I need a wife to get my inheritance from my mother. It's been 10 years, and her will lawyer said if neither my brother nor I claim any of the money, it'll just go to my father. She wanted Will and I to have anything she did, since Dad didn't see her right to the end."

Well shit. Here I was being a bitch about him earlier and bitching to Otis about Brooklyn trying to set me up to marry him, and he needs a wife to keep money from his horrid father.

"She mentioned your dad's been on you to marry men twice your age and you're hating it."

"Hating is an understatement. I could pick any one of them out in a line up against my dad and I wouldn't be able to tell you the difference."

Halstead paused, looking at me before he continued. "She suggested I marry you purely to get your dad off your ass and my inheritance from my dad."

"How long do you have?"

"A week. My mom died 10 years ago on Friday."

A husband—a detective husband at that—would get my father to back off. He could get the inheritance he's keeping from his father, and I'd get to live my life in peace from an unwanted marriage.

"Okay, you have a deal."

#chicago fire #one chicago #chicago pd #one chicago oc #jay halstead #theodosia rhodes

[memphisfaith]

Chapter 5: Boundless Nights

Paring: Jeon Jungkook x reader

Genre: Enemies to Lovers, Street Racer!AU, Smut

Word Count: 8.9K

Warning: Cursing, mentions of smut, smut, consumption of alcohol, mentions of violence, violence, mentions/hints of abuse, abuse, mentions of death, death, mentions of murder, murder, illegal activities.

Warning 2.0: Grinding, fingering, car sex, slight pain kink, dirty talking, scratching, hair pulling, begging, vague overstimulation, protected penetration (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT)

Summary: You never know what cards your delt in life, not until you learn to use them. I never thought I'd be good a stealing, but there I was steal off the streets. I never thought I'd learn to drive a car, but here I am learning from The Dark God of Seoul. I never thought I'd have an actual family, but I will.

It only took a week for Namjoon to find an Old 1971 Monte Carlo, getting here took even less thanks to his extensive connections. Building it however took three months. If I wasn’t in school I was in the garage working on the damn thing. Tae had come around a few times, only for Namjoon to kick him out, not bothering to take the chance of him worming his way into tinkering with my car. 

Yoongi came around once or twice, to tell me he had my bike built and would wait for me to decide on the color, but he lingered longer than he said he would and watched me working on the car. 

The few times I wasn’t in school or working on my car. The three boys drag me out to the farm house for a weekend so I could teach them how to ride a bike. Taehyung, being the way he is, had won himself a bike rather than buying one like Jungkook and Jimin did. Teaching all three boys had been a pain in the ass and resulted in more than a few hospital trips, luckly none of them resulted in anything broken.

By the time I finished my car, all three of them had mastered riding. Upon finishing my car Namjoon and I drove it all the way to Yoongi and Tae's place before I told them the color I wanted. The color I chose? Purple. Yoongi approved my choice with a small hum before getting to work, he even let me help.

Now that it's Friday I finally get to take it to my first race. I even bought a whole new outfit for tonight, a pair of black ripped jeans paired with a purple tank top and a special black leather jacket with purple flames to accent it. I pull my hair up into a ponytail and pull my boots on at the door before meeting Namjoon in the garage. 

I let out a giddy laugh as I climb into the new shiny purple Car, I even go so far as to squeal when I turn it on. I can hear Namjoon’s laugh from his car next to me, but I’m too happy to care. I can’t help but grin when the garage door opens and shows me the road ahead. 

As soon as the door is fully open Namjoon’s car rowers to life. I sent him one glance before hauling ass out of the garage. After that it's a race of running red lights and bobbing and weaving around cars. 

Namjoon beats me to the meet up spot by an inch and a half. When I pull into a stop I can see him grinning smugly at him through both our windows. He meets me at my door still holding that very same smile. “You still have a lot to learn baby girl.” He chuckles.

“It’s a new car, I’m sure if I raced you in monster I could have beaten you.” I huff crossing my arms. Namjoon throws his head back as he laughs before wrapping an arm around my shoulders and pressing a kiss into my temple. “Im sure you could have, I’ve been teaching you to drive Monster for a year.” he muses

“She came pretty close to beating you though, the closest I’ve ever seen. The most I’ve ever seen anyone come that close was when I raced you and I was behind you by two inches,” Yoongi grins. I perk up at the older man’s confession as Namjoon nods in agreement.

“I say she’s ready, don’t you Namjoon?” Hoseok speaks up from his place by his car. “Ready for what?” I mumble, “Something we shouldn’t discuss here,” Namjoon announces sharply. My eyes widened at his tone and immediately let it go. 

“Well,” Jimin speaks up, breaking through the tense air, “I say we let The Goddess officially Christain her new beast.” He continues. “I wouldn’t say he’s a beast.” I smile, Jimin raises an amused eyebrow at me. “Then what just is he?” He smirks, “A guardian.” I smile. “In every good legend a Goddess will always need herself a Guardian.” I explain, “I thought it was a warrior she needed, or like, a Champion.” Taehyung speaks up.

“I have one of those too, more than one according to Namjoon,” I sigh with an eye roll. I watch as Taehyung’s eyes knit together before they shoot up in shock. I felt fear creep up my spine as a knowing smirk crawled it’s way on to his lips. 

“I think I can safely assume one of those is that pretty new bike Yoongi built you.” Taehyung laughs. “True, True. If I knew how to ride a bike, I would have kept that sexy beast for myself.” yoongi sighs out. “I can always teach you? I managed to teach three imbassals, teaching a genius shouldn’t be too hard.” I shrug.

“Easy baby girl, you’ll inflate his ego too much,” Namjoon mutters to me teasingly. “No, no. Please do go on, I love to hear people acknowledge my genius.” Yoongi sighs out blissfully. “Annd that's enough ego inflation for today,” Namjoon cuts in and coves my mouth as soon as it opens.

I sent Namjoon a cheeky smile as looks down at me with a pointed look. “I say we cut the chit chat and get to racing wouldn’t you?” Hoseok calls, I watch as the majority of the men around loudly agree with him before stepping away from each other to find an opponent.

I watch Taehyung race first, he being the one to find someone to race first. Tae won as expected and added a new car to his already extensive collection. Hoseok took the next race by storm, he completely plastered the guy and crossed the finish line with his opponent still at the second stop light. 

Jimin raced after that, he raced for pink lips and won. As soon as the race ended he picked up his prize and drove back to his place. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes as Jimin waved bye to us, his chest puffed up in pride. 

I let out a strained sigh as I watched Jin line up his pink car for his race. I glanced to my right as I saw Jungkook’s figure approach. “Not your turn yet baby?” He questions with a smirk, “Don’t call me that.” I sneer. “Oh come on, you love it.” He laughs, “When I’m drunk or in hysteria.” I snorted before turning back to the race. “Have you found anyone to race yet?” He questions, I shake my head as I watch Jin’s mustang rawr loudly. “I’ll tell you what, you can race me.” He offers, my jaw drops as my eyes shoot over to him.

I watch his smug face grin, “What’s the catch?” I sneer. Jungkook’s grin widens, “If I win you have to go on a date with me.” He shrugs. I force down my shock as I watch him carefully, “And if I win?” I prompt. “I’ll never call you baby ever again.” He quips, damn that’s tempting.

I swallow my doubt and smile confidently, “Your on.” Jungkook’s smug smile turns into a smirk. He doesn’t say anything else before he turns and makes his way over to the organizer to reserve the next race. 

As Jin came down the street in the lead Jungkook and I made our way to our cars, by the time we were pulling up to our spots Jin was already rolling out with a victory grin. Jin shot us a knowing look as we pass each other, I ignore him and focus on lining my car up. Once in place I put my car in park before glancing at Jungkook.

The bastard is already watching me, a dark stare fills his eyes with his jaw locked and tense. I quickly turn back to the road and brace my hand on the shift, I watch the flag grin strut to the middle from my side. I watch her shoot a suggestive look to Jungkook before reaching behind her and unclasping her bra, I judge her as I watch her attempt to pull it off in a sexy manner. Once she actually got the damn thing off I cringe and the pink with white polka dot bra that can’t be any bigger than a b-cup. 

She raises her bra up and glances at the two of us before the crowd around us counts down. I filter out the shouts and focus on the bra being held in the air. As soon as the bra drops I flick my shift in gear and hit the gas. 

I focus on the road ahead, passing the first, the second, and eventually turning at the third stop light without so much as glips of Jungkook’s blue car ahead of me. Approaching the second stoplight I catch the color blue out of the corner of my eye, glancing over I see Jungkook’s car pull up alongside mine. As he levels with me I glance at him only to see him staring at me intensely, paying no mind to the road ahead of him as I routinely glance at the road ahead to keep in check. 

When we pass the second stoplight our cars are neck and neck for the win, I pull away from watching Jungkook to focus on the last stoplight. Forty feet away from the stop light I see Jungkook’s car inch closer to mine. My eyes widen as he gets closer and closer until we're so close our side view mirrors are an inch apart. 

I felt my heart sink from my chest as I watch when they almost tap from the way he pulls even closer. I glare at Jungkook heatedly, I was NOT going to let him chip my car. As soon as I saw his hand move to turn his wheel I hit the breaks, I pulled back and let Jungkook pass the finish line first. 

I felt my chest flare with anger as the crowd cheered in victory. I grit my teeth and pull back into my parking space next to Namjoon. Namjoon is already standing there waiting for me, an amused expression carved onto his face. 

As soon as I step out of my car I glide my hands over the sides looking for any imperfections Jungkook might have caused without me knowing. Luckily I didn’t find any, I can hear Namjoon’s laughter from the side.

“I didn’t want him to scratch or damage it, I just finished it and I would rather die than let Jeon Jungkook ruin it in a fucking street race.” I grumble. “It’s okay baby girl, I get it.  Just get yourself another car you wouldn’t mind ruining in street races and use that from now on.” He suggests. “Yeah, your right.” I sigh leaning my head into his side, “I guess I’m really gonna have to go on a date with Jungkook huh?” I mumble. I felt Namjoon stiffen, “That little shit,” He grumbles. 

“You didn’t know?” I gasp, “Oh no, I knew. I just assumed when he asked me to let him take you on date I didn’t think he would ask you by racing for pink lips.” He sneers. I let out a long sigh, “Wow, that's soo surprising.” I moan sarcastically. “Don’t sass me little girl,” He grunts, I roll my eyes but a small smile slips onto my lips. 

Jungkook walks over smugly, that is until Namjoon locks his eyes on him. Jungkook visibly shrunk down as Namjoon pressed an intimidating gaze onto him. As soon as he got close enough Namjoon stands to his full height and stalks over to him, “Let’s take a walk Jungkook.” Namjoon smiles as he wraps an arm around his shoulders already leading the shaking boy away.

Taehyung crackles from beside me as Namjoon leads Jungkook away from the group. “Oh I bet he’ll piss his pants,” Tae sighs out blissfully, “I take that action I bet fifty bucks that he buckles as soon as Joon walks away.” Jin pipes up. “I bet he does both” Yoongi adds, I shook my head as all three shook on it. 

Thirty minutes later the four of us watch closely as Jungkook and Namjoon come back. Tae’s eyes shoot down to Jungkook’s pants but there’s no wet patch. Namjoon leads Jungkook all the way over us before patting his shoulder and makes his way over to Hoseok.

As soon as Namjoon was a safe distance away I watched in shock as Jungkook’s legs buckled and he gripped the top of Namjoon’s car for support. As soon as he realizes he touches it he rips his hand away as if he’s been burned. “Oh my god, I think I peed a little.” Jungkook mutters. Tae and Jin groan as they both reach for their wallet and yoongi smirks in victory.

“You seriously bet on me?” Jungkook asks as his face scrunches up. The three males nod as two hand over fifty bucks each. “Some friend you are,” He scoffs, “Says the boy that hussles Namjoon’s little girl into a date.” Yoongi shot back with an eye roll as he collected his winnings. 

“I don’t know about you losers but I’m going to head home.” I yawn, “Night darling,” Tae chimes. I wave tiredly as I walk to my car, as soon as I climb in and start the car a knock comes from my window. I glance over to see Jungkook motioning for me to roll the window down.

Namjoon watches me through the bathroom mirror as I flat iron my hair. His bulky frame acts as a second door taking up the whole door space, even when he’s leaving against the door frame. 

I let out a groan before reluctantly rolling the window down, “What?” I groan. “I’m picking you up at six tomorrow. Be ready.” Jungkook says before he walks away. I let out a sigh before driving home and falling asleep with worries of six pm tomorrow.

“I want you home by midnight, and if he touches you in any way you don’t like, kick him the dick then call me so I can finish the job, and I swear to god if he tries to get you to give him road head-” He rants, I cringe as I hear that last one. “Namjoon, I’ll be fine. I’m not that scared little girl you dropped off on her first day of school anymore.” I comfort.

Namjoon lets out a long sigh before stepping forward and pressing a kiss to the crown of my head. “I know, I'm very proud of you.” he smiles, “I just don’t want to see you hurt or scared ever again. I’ve seen enough to last me my entire life time.” He mumbles. “Thanks, Joon.” I whisper, “Anytime baby girl.” He smiles with the dimples that I adore.

Just as he pulls away a knock comes from the door, “I’ll get the door so you can finish up.” He smiles, before I can protest he’s already rushing down the hallway. I quickly finished the three sections I had left before running to my bedroom and grabbing my shoes.

When I came into the living room I found Namjoon looming over Jungkook, his gun tucked into the very front of his belt on full show. I roll my eyes and pull on my shoes. With my shoes on I approach from the side, “Come on Jungkook, I’ll see you tonight Joon.” I smile pressing a light kiss to Namjoon’s cheek as I pull Jungkook out the door. 

“Remember home by midnight, aim for the balls and no-” I cut off his rant by shutting the door. “No what?” Jungkook questions, “Nothing you need to worry about unless you want to find out why he wants me to aim for the balls.” I quip as we walk down the stairs and out of the garage.

I see Jungkook cringe before nodding, When we reach the street I’m shocked to see that Jungkook didn’t drive his exotic blue car. Instead I’m pleasantly surprised with a black 1967 Chevy Impala. “Oh wow,” I gasp at the beautiful car. “It was a gift from Namjoon when I won my first street race.” He smiles.

I felt a warmness bubble up in my chest hearing the memory. “That's amazing,” I smile, Jungkook nods shly before opening the passenger door for me. He held it open as I climbed in before shutting it after I settled.

I watch as he walks around the car into and climbs into the driverside. I grin as I hear the car purr to life, I relax into the seat as Jungkkook pulls off and starts down the road. “So where are we going?” I question as I watch the buildings pass, “To dinner and then an event,” he answers. 

I lift my eyebrow at him to elaborate but he doesn’t. It isn’t until we pull up to a small diner do I understand his terms of dinner. I recognize this place, from the times where I still mugged people off a dirt bike.

Jungkook opens the car door for me and the diner door as we enter. To my pleasure I spot the old owner at the cash register, I watch her old face light up as we walk past her. I send her a wave before Jungkook and I pick a two seat table.

Jungkook pulls the chair out for me and helps me push in before he sits down himself. An older woman smiles kindly at us before handing us menus and taking our drink orders. Jungkook and I both ordered cokes before looking over our menus.

“Have you been here before? I saw you wave at the older lady at the counter.” Jungkook asks, “I’ve been in and out here a bit, when I didn’t know Namjoon. Her Name is Miss Nam and she owns the diner, I know her son too but Eric works deeper into the city. He comes around when he can.” I inform, looking over the menu and eyeing the new item.

“Anything you would recommend then?” He continues, “The curry is pretty good, but I’m going to try their new chicken and dumplings. It wasn’t on the menu that last time I was here.” I mumble out in thought. Jungkook nods before looking back over the menu.

I jump when I see Miss Nam carry our drinks over to us, “Miss Nam please don’t serve tables!” I panic quickly leaning into her to take the drinks. “Don’t worry yourself (y/n), I’m only doing it to come see you and the handsome young man you've brought along with you.” She smiles.

“But look at you! So full and healthy! I haven’t seen you in forever and I have gotten worried.” She gushes as she cups my cheeks. “Thank you miss Nam, I have someone who looks after me now, I’ve been doing better.” I laugh gently, taking her hands in mine. 

“I saw that your dead beat of a father was found dead on city borders. Boy as soon as I saw the paper I called Eric thinking that they had gotten you too, but lord am I relieved to have the world rid of that man, mostly for your sake sweetie.” She whispers, I saw Jungkook stiffen at the subject but I keep holding my well practiced smile.

“Thank you Miss Nam, But umm… This is Jeon Jungkook, a friend of mine who asked me out on a date tonight.” I smile using one hand to gesture to said boy. Jungkook sent the elder woman a charming smile but the woman sent him a sharp look that caused him to jump. “You take care of her now boy, I may be old but I’m not to be underestimated.” She scolds waving a finger in his face.

Jungkook nods his head obedintly squeaking out a ‘yes ma’am’ every so often. I force down a grin as I watch but eventually Miss Nam lets go of my hands, “I’ll let you get on with your date now sweetie, I just had to say hello.” She sighs, “It’s fine miss Nam, I wouldn't dream of coming in and not coming to say hello before I left.” I laugh.

Miss Nam smiles and affectionately pats my cheek before walking back to her post. Jungkook lets out a sigh in relief as the older woman leaves. I smile and lean my head against my cheek as I watch Jungkook sink into his seat. “She likes you,” I smile, “That’s a relief,” He mumbles.

The older woman came back over a minute later and took our orders, I ordered the chicken and dumplings and Jungkook ordered the curry. A little while later our food came. I watch as Jungkook takes his first bite and his eyes light up at the taste. I smile and try the creamy soup, I moan at the taste. 

I glance up to see Jungkook eyeing the bowl of thick soup, I scoop up a bumping and hold it out for him to try. Jungkook doesn’t hesitate to open his mouth and take in the bite. I laugh as Jungkook hisses at the hot food. He chews quickly before swallowing.

“That is good, Can I have another bite?” He questions, I let out a short laugh before nodding. I scoop up chicken this time and hold it out for him, Jungkook leans forward and blows on it a few times before taking the bite. He groans and chews slowly, nodding his head at taste.

I shook my head and went back to eating my food, but by the time we finished it was almost seven. Jungkook and I wrapped it up before we walked to the front to pay. Jungkook takes the bill as I say goodbye to Miss Nam and promised to come by more often, Jungkook holds the door open for me as we leave and opens the car door for me when we get to the car.

“Alright so what’s part two?” I smile leaning against the window but looking over at Jungkook. Jungkook smiles and glances over at me, “you’ll see.” He grins. I hum in amusement and continue to watch him in silence.

I only pull away as the city buildings start to lessen, it isn’t until we reach a stadium do I realize what he intended for us to do. Jungkook parks before getting out, I watch him circle the car and open the door for me. Once I’m out and he closes the door he wraps an arm around my shoulder as he leads me to the stadium gates.

“I got us here early so we can check out the cars,” He informs as he hands over a pair of tickets. The man in the window nods in thanks before we are allowed to pass. There's a decent crowd gathered in the stadium already, but the Race doesn’t start until an hour.

Jungkook leads us to the garages where racers had pulled their cars out and checked out final details. Jungkook and I walk slowly looking over each car, every now or then Jungkook would recognize someone and whisper a comment about them in my ear.

One person, a racer sponsored by Red Bull, supposably pees himself if he races too close to that wall. Another person, a racer sponsored by a bread company, gets drunk really fast and throws up after every race. But this is all coming from Jungkook so I have no idea if it's right or not.

Jungkook stops and stares at the last car in the line, a pink one with a general store sponsorship. Jungkook looks at it sadly but he then turns and shoots me a small smile. “This was Seokjin’s car you know,” He smiles. My eyes widen as I recognize the car from the magazine cover in Yoongi's house. 

I open my mouth to reply but another voice cuts me off, “Well if it isn’t little kookie.” A teasing tone sings out. I watch in shock as Jungkook’s face grows dark, “(y/n),” Jungkook spoke stiffly. “This is Lee Jaebeom, he took over when Jin retired,” he almost sneers. I look at the man he gestures to, his pink jumpsuit fits him nicely, he has a clean shaved face, and his hair is neatly styled. He didn’t look as old a seokjin but he definitely isn’t younger than Namjoon.

“Wow Kookie, you sure have grown up since I’ve seen you! And look, you even have a little girlfriend with you!” The man smirks, I glare at the tone he uses. The playful tone he uses is one you talk with when you address a child a decade younger than what Jungkook and I actually are.

Jaebeom turns and actually makes contact with me, I suppress a shiver as his eyes rake over me. Only after he gets his fill does he actually look at my face. It’s then his eerie smirk grows into one that sends a shot of fear down my spine.

“Oooh Kookie!” He jeers, “Moving up in the world are we? Does Namjoon know you're taking his prodigy out on a date?” He laughs. I felt my blood run cold and I shifted closer to Jungkook, Jungkook’s arm automatically wraps around me tighter. “I really don’t think it’s your concern since he kicked you out.” Jungkook snaps, My eyes widen at the new piece of information. My shock furthers as Jaebeom lets out a crazed laugh that attracts more than a few unwanted stares.

“You guys really need to let that go,” He sighs, “Besides Namjoon made it out alive didn’t he, and you and your mentor are now free to race freely.” He continues. I swallow hard at the mention of Namjoon. Jungkook lets out a scoff, “Come on (y/n), we gotta get good seats.” Jungkook calls, providing an exit to the tense conversation.

I nod my head mutely allowing Jungkook to lead me away from the man. Once a safe distance away I glance over my shoulder to look at him, I stiffen when I see he’s still watching us.  He smirks and waves playfully when he catches my gaze, I whip around and move closer to Jungkook until we’re out of eyesight. 

Once Jungkook found us seats and we got settled in, my curiosity finally met its limit. “Who is he?” I question, Jungkook lets out a long sigh. “His name is Jaebeom, long ago before Jimin and Taehyung were a legacy, it was just me and the Elites.  Jaebeom is a world renowned racer known for taking such crazy risks they actually worked. He was brought into the elites when Namjoon and Yoongi were. Not long after them came Jin and I, but by then things were already on the rocks. Jaebeom put Namjoon and Yoongi at risk a lot.” Jungkook recalls, leaning back in his seat and staring blankly at the track in front of us. 

“The final straw was when all the Elites went out, I don’t know where, but when they came back Namjoon was beaten to a pulp. Almost hospitalized, but I remember hearing Jin scream at the top of his lungs at Jaebeom. Screaming about being so reckless that he could have killed anyone of them. When Namjoon recovered he kicked Jaebeom out of the Elites. Being spiteful, Jaebeom took his revenge out on Jin and I.” Jungkook continues.

“He’s the reason Seokjin retired?” I whisper, Jungkook simply nods. “I can’t complain too much though, if he was right about something it's the fact that Jin and I can race freely now. Without track rules, and without professional risk.” Jungkook sighs with a small smile.

I let out a playful scoff, “Maybe you should have stayed in racing, I swear I would have kicked your ass if you had hit my car.” I mumble. Jungkook lets out a boyishly laugh before throwing his arm over the back of my seat, “Ahh, but that was the whole reason I beat you baby, I was counting on you to pull away in fear I’d chip your car.” He smirks.

“It won’t be like that next time, because next time I won’t make the mistake of driving a car that is important to me.” I huff. When Jungkook doesn’t say anything I glance over to him, I feel my cheeks flush when I see him staring me down with a look of endearment. I sent him a sneer and pushed his face away with my hand, another boyish laugh escaped the boy.

The race started a little later, Jungkook bought us some popcorn as we watched. Sometimes Jungkook will explain a certain tactic when we saw it or explain a rule I didn’t understand. But as the Race came to a close I noticed the smug look Jungkook had when another racer completed their hundredth lap before Jaebeom.

We didn’t stay long after the race ended, We quickly made our way to the exit and out to the car. Jungkook starts the car and pulls out of the stadium, “It’s only ten? Do you want to go home?” Jungkook questions without taking his eye off the road. “Would you tease me if I said no?” I mumble, a small smile slips onto Jungkook’s lips at my question. “No,” He muses as he glances over to me, I feel my breath hitch as one of Jungkook’s place itself on my thigh. To my confusion it doesn’t stir any concerning feelings, the warmth and weight of the hand is oddly comforting.

I relax and listen to the hum of the car and gaze at the city lights through the window. I don’t even realize when Jungkook started to rub circles on my thigh, I only notice he’s doing it when one circle goes higher than the rest.

“You know Namjoon will kill you if he finds out you're touching me provocatively,” I tease quietly. Jungkook let out a small laugh as he pulled up to a stop light. As soon as he stops, his hand jerks away from me and puts the car in park, my eyes widen as he lunges across the seat and presses a kiss onto my lips. I push down my shock and press back.

I let out a blissful gasp when Jungkook pushes me against the door of the car and cages me with both hands pressed to the window. With his new found leverage Jungkook deepens the kiss by taking the hand closest to the seat and gently cupping my jaw before using his thumb to push open my mouth. I moan when his tongue slides into my mouth slowly stroking against mine.

Jungkook pulls away and uses the same hand that pushed my mouth open to push my head to the side to give him access to my throat. I hum out in pleasure as wet kisses pepper onto my neck, however gasps soon take their place as Jungkook’s hot tongue presses into my skin. My arms find feeling when his teeth suddenly rake across the previous tongued skin, they wrap around Jungkook quickly as one hand grabs onto the collar of his leather jacket and the other knotting itself into his hair.

The hot air quickly becomes still as I catch sight of blue and red lights coming down the street. I pull on Jungkook’s collar to get his attention, “Jungkook!” I mumble doing my best to keep my voice steady as his teeth continue their tourcher. “Yeah baby?” He mumbles into my skin, “Cops!” I squeak when his teeth clasp against my skin.

I let out a shaky breath as I get whiplash from how fast Jungkook pulls himself off of me. Before I can process what just happened Jungkook is back on the drivers side and skillfully flicking the car into gear. I jerk slightly as Jungkook takes off the road, the cop car sires now blaring as they chase us. 

Jungkook remains silent as he focuses on the road ahead, I gasp when he turns sharply and drifts the car onto a new street. He goes down four blocks before making another turn, then down five blocks. Junkook halts to a stop in front of a wide alleyway.

My eyes widen as Jungkook turns the car vertically in the middle of a parallel street, He lines the car up with the alleyway, and backs into it, he backs up as deep as he can go before shutting the car off. I breathe deeply as a second later the cop car flies past us.

Jungkook relaxes into his seat, he too takes sharp breaths. Finally when we evened out he glanced over at me. “You're really going to get me in trouble one of these days,” He mumbles, “If I do recall, each time you almost have it’s always you who starts it.” I smirk.

Jungkook shot me a dark look, “Then I guess I’ll start it again,” He grunts. I yelp as he reaches forward and pulls me across the seat and effortlessly lifts me into his lap. Jungkook leans forward and presses his lips flush against mine all while he pushes me into the steering wheel. 

I gasp when My back is pressed flush against the wheel, I’m suddenly very thankful that I can’t touch the horn. Jungkook’s hands perch themselves on my ass, he forces out a moan when he cups it tightly. Jungkook’s tongue slides right into my mouth and goes straight for my tongue.

When air becomes needed I try to pull away but Jungkook follows me, the action causes my back to dig into the wheel and our kiss becomes messy. “Jungkook,” I whimper when the desire to breathe properly becomes desperate. Jungkook chuckles before finally pulling away. 

I heave in the air when it becomes available, as I catch my breath Jungkook leans back into his seat and trails his hands from my ass to my thighs then back up. I finally stabilize my breathing but my thoughts are still fuzzy from all the tension.

A moan slips through my lips when Jungkook’s hip slowly rolls between mine, The hard on he sports pushing directly into my apex. My body goes lax and falls against the wheel as his hips roll again. “Jungkook,” I huff as my hands struggle to find something to grab onto.

“M’sorry baby, can’t help it.” He moans, “you’re too much for me you know. You make me want you so bad.” He huffs leaning his head back against the seat as his hips grind harder into me. “Fuck!” He grunts lifting his hips up into me, “You're really going to make me cum in my pants.” he moans. My eyes widened at his confession, “No!” I gasp pressing my hips into his hoping I can stop his movement. 

“Why! What’s wrong?” Jungkook yelps as his head snaps up to meet my eyes. “Don’t want you to cum in your pants.” I mumble, heat rising up my neck and to my cheeks. I feel Jungkook’s tense panicked body relax. I jump as I feel his familiar soft lips press against the neck of my skin, “Where should I cum then baby?” He mumbles against me, I felt my cheeks burn and my body flush as more than a few ideas came to thought.

“Do you need some ideas baby? Because I have a few,” he teases against my skin. I moan slips through my lips as his tongue and teeth work magic against my neck. “Please?” I mumble, I let my neck fall into the groove of his shoulder and throat. I feel Jungkook’s chest vibrate at the action, “Please what? Do you need me?” He questions. I nod my head against him, “Where? Where do you need my baby?” He questions.

I don’t say a word as I take his hand in mine before I gently place it between us at the apex of my legs. Jungkook moans softly, “Here?” He mumbles as I feel his fingers push over my covered slit. I whimper and nod hurriedly. “Fuck,” He breaths, “Okay,” He groans. “Come on, climb in the back.” He instructs, I pull myself off of him and quite literally throw myself over the seat into the back.

I hear Jungkook laugh from the front seat as I do so, once I’m over the seat and laying across the backseat Jungkook heaves himself over the backseat as well. Once he too is over the seat Jungkook settles himself above me and in between my legs. 

I watch hazly as he leans up and tugs off his leather jacket before pulling his shirt over head, he tosses both articles of clothes to the floor behind him. Once off he pulls me up and helps me pull off my shirt, he tosses it off to the floor beside us but stops at my bra. 

I gasp as his hot tongue makes contact with the swells of my breasts, his hands cupping my bra and using it to push my breasts closer together. I moan as he teeth clasp around flesh, he dulls the ache of his bite with his tongue before all at once his hands yank down my bra. The bra is pushed down under my breasts further pushing them up for Jungkook to play with. 

I let my head fall back as his mouth makes contact with a hard nipple, already overstimulated by the content contrast of Jungkook’s hot mouth and air around us that is slowly growing in temperature as well. Jungkook’s tongue rolls against my nipple slowly before sucking then biting. Whimpers fall from my lips as he continues to torcher each breast with his process. 

When Jungkook is satisfied he wraps his arms around me and unclasps my bra letting my breasts fall to their natural place. Slowly Jungkook lowers me back down to the seat before his hands trail from my breast down my stomach to the button of my pants. My chest heaves as he teasingly plays with the button for a second, “Jungkook!” I whines rolling my hips up to him to urge him.

“Alright, alright! Fuck baby I just want to take my time.” He mumbles with a small laugh. “If we had the time I would let you, If I go home late Namjoon will kill you.” I chide, Jungkook stops and looks down at me. His face hardens in thought before a small smile plays on his lips, “A risk I’m willing to take if I can have you for the night.” He decides. 

My eyes widen as he pops open the button of my pants before he’s pulling them off my hips and legs. Jungkook tosses them into my pile of clothes then positions himself right back over me. He places one hand on the seat by my head and uses it to hold himself up as the dips into my panties. 

As soon as his fingers make contact with my womanhood it draws a moan from the both of us. “Fuck your wet, so fucking wet.” He mutters, almost to himself. Jungkook’s fingers trace my slit with the tips of his fingers slightly curved. He gives a small rub to my clit before pulling his hand out and shoving them into his mouth. My mouth falls open when his eyebrows knit together and moans at the taste. 

I lick my lips as he continues to suck on fingers, He pulls them from his mouth slowly. I watch as his fingers are covered in a thick coat of saliva with strands of it stretching from his mouth to his fingers. He smirks just before his hand is back in my panties and fingers buried in my pussy. 

My back arches when he starts to pump his fingers in slowly, I can feel the slight curve he adds to them and how well they stroke a spot inside me that causes a hotness to swell in my stomach. “So good,” I whine rolling my hips into fingers, Jungkook doesn’t reply. He just leans down and catches my lips with his. I gasp against the kiss each time his fingers touch the tight little spot inside me. Each time I gasp Jungkook rolls his tongue around mine, the action adds the messiness of the kiss.

A sharp moan is ripped from me when Jungkook’s thumb makes a sudden appearance at my clit, his thumb presses into my clit harshly but in slow circles. He chuckles at my reaction before taking my bottom lip between his teeth and pulling away taking my lip with him. 

The hot smoldering pool in my stomach is unbearably deep, and it only gets deeper when Jungkook’s fingers rake against my special spot. I let out a screech and grab onto his forearms when his thumb rolls my clit as soon as his fingers hit that spot. That one action is enough to cause my body to flush, I clench around Jungkook’s fingers as I come. I jerk my hips up to meet his hand with desperate whines tumbling out of my mouth as he works me through my orgasm. 

I let out a quiet moan in bliss when my orgams subsides, but the pool in my stomach is empty and there's an ache for it to be filled again. I whimper as Jungkook’s fingers leave me, I pout when I see him pop them back into his mouth. He smirks upon seeing the look I’m giving him, “Mmm, don’t worry baby we’re not done.” He chimes from between his fingers.

Once satisfied that his fingers are clean, I watch wantonly as his hands move to his belt. As soon as his belt popped open I shot my hands out to his pants and hurried to get them open. I glance up and catch the amused smile on his face at my hurry. As I pull the zipper down Jungkook is pulling his waste line down. I help him get his pants off to his knees before he’s kicking them off and into his pile of clothes on the car floor. 

I gasp at the tent in his pants, “Fuck, I think your going to be the one that kills me,” I moan. “I wouldn’t think so, I think that pretty pussy of yours is going to swallow me whole.” He whispers. I felt my cunt throb at his words, “Now come here,” He smirks before jerking me closer to him. He helps me pull off my panties, as I toss them into my pile Jungkook is tugging off his boxers. As he puts them on the floor he reaches for his pants and digs around in his pockets for his wallet. 

I laugh as he pulls out a new looking condom from his wallet before tossing his wallet to the floor. “Jin gave it to me before I left,” He mumbles, “I won’t tell Joon if you don’t?” I grin, “You got yourself a deal baby,” He laughs before using his hand and teeth to rip it open.

When it opens I gently take it from his mouth and roll it on him, Jungkook moans as soon as my hands come in contact with his cock. As soon as it’s on Jungkook leans down and places a slow kiss on my lips. I let out a blissful sigh as I felt his cock rub against my slit.

Jungkook deepens the kiss when sigh, sliding his tongue back into my mouth. I feel his hands fall to my hips before his tip presses against my entrance, I moan when the tip presses in. Jungkook’s hands slide from my hips up my body before interlacing with mine. I moan loudly when makes a strong thrust in, he jerks our interlaced hands to the small space above my head. My hips jerk up only to feel Jungkook’s, A moan tumbles from us both.

My breathing is heavy and every time my chest heaves up I meet Jungkook’s broader one. Jungkook pulls away from our sloppy his and sinks down to bury his head into my neck. I feel him mouth over the flesh, sucking every so often at a new spot. I close my eyes and feel the way Jungkook fills me up so good, I can feel him throb every so often and I relish in the heat of his cock that seems to soak through the condom. 

When the slight burning feeling subsides I roll my hips into his, A hiss falls from Jungkook’s lips at my small action. Without a word spoken Jungkook pulls up from my body, using our interlaced hands as leverage when he thrusts his hips and rolls them just before he sinks all the way in. 

The move rips a moan right out of me, I lock eyes with Jungkook. His gaze is smoldering and wanting, Lust practically dripping from them. Each thrust of his hips causes a moan and each time the tip of his cock pushes against that spot inside me it causes my stomach to swell. Jungkook groans when my pussy clenches around him when he hits that special spot. 

The swelling builds and builds until I’m thrusting up meeting him, desperate to meet an end. But it becomes too much, my legs shake too much for me to properly meet him causing less pleasure than more. I whine when my hips fall back onto the seat after another failed attempt, my thighs quivering violently around him desperate for the stimulation of an end. 

“Fuck! Baby it's okay, I got you.” Jungkook calls, I yelp when his hands let go of mine as one places itself on the window above me and the other throws my leg closest to the front seats over his hip and holds it there. His first thrust in with his new leverage causes my head to spin. He hits deeper than before and the tip of his cock practically spears at the spot inside of me.

My hands fly around Jungkook, desperately looking for something to grab onto. When Jungkook’s pace starts gaining more speed and in turn power, my nails find home in his skin. But the action just seems to egg him on. I gasp wildly against him and moaning like a porn star every other gasp.

“Fuck!” he curses, “So fuckin’ tight, your getting so fuckin’ tight baby.” He slurs. My nails rake down to his shoulders when the pool in my stomach pulses, so close to flushing out completely. “So close, Jungkook so close.” I beg, “Mmm fuck, It’s okay baby cum for me.” He moans.

The hand holding up my thigh lets go and reappears at his face just before he sinks his thumb into mouth. I watch him suck and lather his tongue over it before he pulls it out a pop. I almost fucking scream when his wet thumb comes crashing down on my clit. The quick harsh circles quickly fall into timing when Jungkook hits the bruising spot inside me.

I get so dangerously close, so close that my eyes squeeze shut in anticipation. “Look at me!” Jungkook growls, My eyes snap open and my jaw drops at the commanding tone. “I wanna see it, I wanna see the look you make when you cum all over this cock.” He snarls. I gasp and clench around him as the dirty words rumble from his chest.

“Fuck your gonna make me cum baby, but you gotta cum first.” He whines, a stark contrast to his previous deep growls. “You gotta cum first, gotta make you come first.” He chants. The sheer pressure of his thrusts throws me over the edge, my nails completely rake down his back as my orgams hits me like a wave and drags me under. I hear Jungkook let out a loud wanton moan and I can feel his erratic thrusts, but I didn’t process that he had come until my orgasm  starts to fade. 

I felt my body go lax against the seat, my breath heavy and uneven. I look up at Jungkook to see him barely holding himself up with his head hung and eyes closed. I wait until I see his breathing even out before leaning up and placing a soft kiss against his lip. I’m thoroughly pleased when Jungkook kisses back. 

“Fuck, I like you a lot more than I orginally planned,” He chuckles, a laugh bubble up from my throat. “You know Joon will kill you for this,” I laugh, Jungkook shrugs “I was damned if I did, damned if I didn’t”. I roll my eyes at his comment, I reach into my piles of clothes and find my phone. 

I flinch as I’m blinded by the screen light, my eyes widen and a laugh rips from my throat as I see the time. “What?” Jungkook mumbles as he lazaly presses kisses against my skin. “It’s only 11:30.” I laugh in disbelief. Jungkook smirks smugly, “That's plenty of time to get you home.” He chimes, “Let’s get dressed, after experience sex like that I really don’t like the idea of getting my dick shot off.” he grunts pushing himself to sit up in the seat.

“I thought you said it would be worth it?” I tease, “Oh don’t get me wrong baby it was very worth it, so much in fact that I would die if I can’t have it again,” He chimes. I laugh at his confession before getting dressed. It took us way longer than it should have to get dressed, but Jungkook managed to get me home ten minutes before 12:00 by running a few red lights and cutting a few tight corners. 

Jungkook pulls to a stop in front of the garage, “I would walk you to the door but…” He tails off nervously. “No I get it, I’d actually prefer it if you didn't. I'm sure Joon is waiting for me at the door,” I giggle. 

“I’ll see you Monday yeah?” I smirk, Jungkook leans forward and presses a soft kiss against my lips, “Definitely,” He agrees. I gave him one last kiss before getting out of the car and making way up to the loft. It was extremely painful to climb up the stairs but I got there. 

To my surprise the loft lights are off, I hum in confusion but shrug it off.  I flick the light on but scream when I see Joon sitting in a chair in front of me with his pistol in hand. “JESUS CHRIST NAMJOON! WHAT THE HELL!” I screech clutching my chest. Namjoon remains passive as he glances at the clock, “cutting it kinda close aren’t you?” He questions. “You're a crazy bastard,” I mutter as I walk to my room. “I’ve been called worse,” He chimes before getting up and going to his own room.

That Monday I drove myself to school, unwilling to allow Namjoon to start a scene with Jungkook in the middle of public. I slept the majority of Sunday, but still woke up tired. Getting dressed this morning mostly consisted of the bare minimum of the uniform, in the midst of my tired haze I forgot my leather jacket adding an unnecessary annoyance to my day. Arriving at school to see three males waiting up on me helped ease my annoyance.

I smile at the group of them tiredly, “You look tired darling,” Jimin chimes. “It was a long weekend.” I mumble, I half expect to see Jungkook snort but all I got was the same analyzing look I saw since I arrived. “Somethings missing,” he spoke randomly, “Now that you mention it, yeah something is,” Tae agrees. “Oh yeah, I forgot my jacket this morning.” I sigh, Tae hums but casts Jungkook a curious look as he runs off. The three of us watch as Jungkook jogs all the way back to his car and opens it up, we continue to watch him as digs through it. Eventually he pulls himself out with a black object in hand, I quickly realize it’s his own leather jacket. 

Jungkook jogs all the way back over before opening it up from me to put on. I don’t question it as I turn and he helps me slip it on. Once over my shoulders Jungkook carefully pulls my hair out from under the jacket before I turn around and he reaches forward to tug it in place. “There much better, it’s weird seeing you without one on.” He chimes, I felt my cheeks heat up a little. No one gets to say anything else about it when the bell rings.

Jungkook and Tae take the lead as Jimin and I follow behind him. “He has a point you know, it is a little weird. But I bet he only likes it because you're wearing his jacket,” Jimin whispers over to me with a smirk. “Why would it matter if it's his or not?” I scoff stuffing my heads into the pockets. “Don’t you know darling? A racer's jacket over a woman is like having their name engraved on a trophy.” he chimes, I felt my cheeks burn at the meaning. I glance at Jungkook as he laughs at something Tae said, completely oblivious to Jimin and I’s conversation, and decide that being equal to his name engraved on a trophy doesn’t sound all that bad.

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[nakachuchu]

Odd Little Thing | Ryomen Sukuna

SYNOPSIS: You’re fascinated by him.

READER: gender neutral

WORDS: 717

WRITTEN: 01/31/2021

You were an odd little thing, always fascinated by his talk of blood and war, but always looking away at the sight of blood.

You were laying down on your stomach, feet kicked up in the air with your face cupped in your hands.

"Tell me more," you requested.

He grinned at you, chin resting on his hand as usual.

You were in your bedroom that was full of pastel colors and stuffed animals and family photos.

"I decapitated them. They thought they could betray me, so I taught them a lesson."

"Has anyone ever slipped through your fingers?" you questioned.

"No," he answered. "Those insects are nothing compared to me. A mere thought of betrayal and they would have ceased breathing."

"You're so cool," you said in awe. "Yu told me that there are skulls in your domain. Is that true?"

You weren't a sorcerer. You were a mere human who was fascinated with the life of curses and sorcerers.

"It's true."

"Can I see it? Is that possible? Are the skulls all people you've killed?"

He got up from his chair and approached you. You sat back up on your butt to look up at him. He reached out and grabbed your head with his hand.

"If those were the skulls of all the insects I've murdered, then there wouldn't be any room to walk," he whispered.

Your eyes rolled into your head and the next thing you knew, you were in a place you assumed to be his domain.

"It's dark," you commented as you looked down. "Oh, I see my reflection! Is it always so chilly in here?"

Your bunny-patterned blanket from your bed appeared over your shoulders.

"Oh, thanks!" you chirped. "Where are the skulls? I wanna see the skulls."

He guided you to the skulls, taking his time to secretly allow you to look around his dark and cold domain.

You seemed like a ray of sunshine in his domain, and it made even more sense given your pink blanket in a dark place.

Your eyes darted around in excitement and awe as you looked at every book and cranny.

If you were too slow, he'd either grab you by the blanket to pull you away or wait for you to catch up.

He rarely talked unless you asked about topics that involved people dying, but you didn't mind. You could tell he cared for you, and you based on the fact that you weren't dead yet.

You nearly ran into his back if he hadn't hit you on the head.

"Owie," you mumbled, rubbing the top of your head as you looked up at the throne of skulls. "Can I sit on it?"

"If you can get up," he said with a smirk on his face.

You puffed your cheeks out. "I'll fall and you know that. Carry me up. I wanna sit on it," you demanded.

"Oh? Are you making demands now?" he questioned, shuffling toward you to scare you with how much taller he is.

"Only this once, and it's more of a request," you added. "Please?"

He grabbed you by the waist, and the next time you blinked, you were on the throne. More specially, you were sitting on his lap.

"It looks so much higher up here," you said as you peered down.

"You'll fall," he informed.

"Am I going to fall or are you going to push me?" you retorted.

"Which do you prefer?"

"If I were to die from the fall, then I'd rather you push me," you said.

"Good answer."

He shoved you off the throne before getting up and walking off the throne, grabbing you midair.

"You're mine now, insect," he informed, arm wrapped around your waist.

"Can I be a bumblebee?" you questioned, hair whipping through the air.

"No, you'll be a centipede. No matter how many times you're cut, you'll still come back to me."

"Centipedes are gross," you said. "But if that's what you want."

"It is."

You landed in water. A light shone into the water, allowing you to see Sukuna clearly. He grinned down at you and grabbed your face with his hand, nails digging into your cheek.

"Time to go back," he said, a voice so clear it almost didn't seem like you were in water.

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[the-cookies-of-darkness]

OC Relationship Charts

Relationship “charts” for my OCs of this blog. These may be updated now and then, but the one that'll be updated more is a blog tab, which for some dumb reason doesn't work on Mobile so I'm just reusing an old post lol

Nightshade Cookie

Adventurer Cookie(Friendly): Thanks for getting me out of that poor situation. I owe you one.

Onion(Tension): Does she not realize…? Should I say something about it?

Truffle(Friendly): Thanks for giving me a place to stay while I got back on my feet. I’d say I owe you one but I get a feeling it’s already payed off.

[Before Changeover] Dark Enchantress(Tension): You’re very compelling but I don’t appreciate being manipulated.

[After Changeover] Dark Enchantress(Trust): I still don't appreciate being manipulated that one time, but I think now you understand why.

Licorice(Trust): I could tell you were trying to tell me that. We should talk more.

[Before Changeover] Red Velvet(Tension): You’ll come around eventually, Royal’s doing just fine.

[After Changeover] Red Velvet(Friendly): I knew you had it in you to become a good person!

Dark Choco(Friendly): Spend as long as you need at my place, friend.

Matcha(Trust): We’re in a similar situation. You were kicked out, I abandoned them.

[Before Changeover] Pomegranate(Rival): Why do you always act like you’re calling all the shots? Go back to your precious boss…

[After Changeover] Pomegranate(Tension): I still don't like you. I'm glad you changed, but I still don't like you.

Salak(Admiration): ….I… I’m in love with a Naga

Black Garlic(Tension): Stop following me. I know I'm a ghost, don't record me without permission.

Gim(Tension): I'm not evil! Please just stay away from me and let me live what I want!

Olive(Trust): I've bumped into them a few times. She seems to like Royal more than me though.

Salak Cookie

Licorice(Tension): Why are you acting so strange? Do you want to hurt me or not? I yield.

Chili Pepper(Tension): I don’t have a Naga heart gem inside of me! What would I have to do to prove it so you won’t murder me?

Tiger Lily(Friendly): I’m sorry I scared you! You scared me just as much. Thanks for helping me cut food down, I’m happy to share!

Herb(Friendly): You take such good care of the forest!

Nightshade(Admiration): [Before meeting] I have yet to see you, mysterious ghost, I await the day we meet.

[After Meeting] You’re very snuggly for a ghost. I like that.

Crowberry(Tension): Some people are trying to sleep, stop cawing.

Bugtrap(Admiration): I thought you died, but you’re still around! Keep helping the forest grow!

Snakefruit(Family): I'd rather not talk about my parent, thank you very much.

Void Cookie

Dark Enchantress(Rival): It was your fault I’m like this.

Matcha(Trust): Thanks for staying off my part of the forest.

Poison Mushroom(Trust): The only one still with them that I cannot find their role in.

Licorice(Tension): Get off my land!

Wind Archer(Admiration): Can you remove my darkness? Return my memories? Or can I only hope?

Werewolf(Friendly): You don’t see how much we’re alike. I wish you’d come talk more.

Squid Ink(Friendly): Yes, I have black shinies! I feel like I can trust you to not let anyone take them from you.

Espresso(Tension): If you truly wish to test the crystals, you must do it here. I will not let another cookie suffer the same fate as me.

Coconut Pecan Cookie

Werewolf cookie(Friendly): You’re a good boy, Werewolf, you just need help controlling and containing yourself, and I’m willing to help

Ice Candy(Trust): I may not know much about Hockey, but you’re still supportive

Kumhio(Tension): I can tell that you’re nice, but I can’t tell if you’re changing your form to mess with others or not.

Hero(Admiration): I’d love to be a hero too! I just need to work on controlling myself! 

(Old, for canon DE) Dark Enchantress(Rival): I understand your motives but you’re hurting others! And I cannot allow that!

(Current, for in-blog DE) Dark Enchantress(Friendly): I feel a ping of joy knowing I likely helped you learn what you were doing was wrong. I will help you get the cakes more integrated. One wrong move, though, and you’re going to be toasted. There’s more discrimination than the one against cakes. I’ve witnessed it myself.

Cookiemals(Trust): I enjoy a good playtime session, just stop attacking my tail when we do play..!

Angel(Friendly): I’m trying to learn how to fly, too! I’m getting better at it, though I still occasionally bump into things. Once I fully learn maybe I can teach you?

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he doesn’t have one nor do I plan giving him one to keep his mysteriousity up

Bugtrap “Pitcher Plant Cookie” Dragon

Pitaya Dragon(Family): I may still be mad that you for trying to kill me, but you’re still my sibling.

Fire Spirit(Family(in the sense of he's Pitaya's son)): You're very powerful, and you know how to control it. Very good.

Ananas Dragon(Family): Pride isn't the most important thing in the world. You're just a jerk using pride as an excuse.

Lotus Dragon(Family): I offered to help you. I warned you that those cookies will find a way to rebel. You shrugged me off like a dead leaf. Now look at where you are now. Don't come running to me for help now, because, as you claimed, you 'don't need help from other dragons'.

Lychee Dragon(Family): I know what you think of the others. As much as I don't like the others, if you hurt your own family, I'm gonna hurt you back, harder than you could ever comprehend.

Longan Dragon(Family): Never listened to me. If I had a chance to kill anyone without consequence, they'd be gone in a heartbeat.

Red Velvet Dragon(Admiration): You can stay on my island as much as you’d like!

Sugar Flower Dragon(Family): You’re my cute little baby girl, yes you are! I can’t wait to see you grow up!

Nightshade(Friendly): Thanks for taking care of my fly traps when I was busy and taking my reveal so well

Herb(Trust): You know a lot about plants, more than I do, which is honestly a sad thing to say. Considering somewhat made you...

Knight(Tension): If you lay even a finger on my mate, daughter, or siblings, I’ll have your head.

Parfait(Friendly): I’ve always heard your concerts outside my house. Your songs mean a lot to me.

Millennial Tree(Admiration): You’re the oldest tree I’ve ever seen, and I’m honored to help you grow

Soap Cookie

Licorice(Trust): Thank you for helping me find a home…

Nightshade(Trust): Thank you for letting me stay in your home.

Salak(Admiration): You remind me of mom…

Chestnut(Friendly): Helped keep me warm at night, sleeping with me outside.

Kumiho(Tension): Ducky doesn’t like you…

Sorbet Shark(Trust): I don’t understand what you’re saying, but your voice makes me smile. 

Christmas Cactus(Tension): Why are you looking at me like that?

Frostbite Dragon

Christmas Cactus(Friendly): Thank you for all the help around here. I’m sorry I’m unable to fully cure you.

Eclair(Rival): GET OUT OF MY TREASURE ROOM, THESE ARE MINE NOT YOURS

Energy Drink(Friendly): I will restore your memories. Mark my words.

Pomegranate(Friendly): I am willing to assist in your attempts to change. But only if you show that you want to.

Moon Rabbit(Friendly): How interesting that the moon rabbit of legends is a kid who likes rice cakes. And that everyone else has forgotten the legends.

Knight(Tension): Get those hands off my scales. I see your motives, and I cannot allow you to kill a fellow dragon.

Dino-Sour(Admiration): He seemed really happy to find a dragon not in cookie form. He was even more happy when I let him win the fight he picked.

Snakefruit(Tension): You don't have what it takes to be a dragon. You are not dragonhearted. What you are is greedy.

Longan Dragon(Rival): Face me, coward!

Christmas Cactus Cookie

Frostbite(Admiration): I owe you for saving my life. You’re very impressive

Almond(Rival): I’m not kidnapping students! I’m asking the struggling students if they want an ice dragon to teach them some spells, ask them if you don’t believe me!

Crowberry(Tension): An annoyance. Come here one more time and I’ll shoot you down.

Soap(Friendly): You have tamed that ferocious duck? Or does it just like you?

Red Bean(Friendly): First time I’ve ever seen a sledder use Penguins!

Dino-Sour(Friendly): You climbed the mountain with no gear and a tank top? Just to try to fist-fight Frostbite? Your determination is very admirable, though you’re clearly not the brightest crayon in the box.

Sour Belt(Tension): Stop running with scissors. You’re gonna hurt somebody.

Snakefruit(Tension): No.

Atemoya Cookie

Herb(Friendly): You know your way around plants.

Carrot(Tension): Not everyone has to work for food. Some people can't.

Spinach(Trust): I mostly specialize in fruits, but I do grow some veggies

Sandwich(Trust): Feel free to come buy if you want to buy more fruits.

Bugtrap(Admiration): The dragon of the bountiful harvests.

Millennial Tree(Admiration): The ancient tree bares ancient fruit.

Thimbleberry Cookie

Alchemist(Tension): Why don't you work on something that'll actually help people other than yourself for once?

Vampire(Tension): You.

Raspberry(Tension): You think you're so great, all the attention on you, because who gives a crap about the person who's not fully part of the family?

Raspberry Mousse(Tension): Shut up about being 'unbeatable' you self-centered slob. Clean up after your dog for once. Maybe if you were actually responsible that tango dancer would notice you.

Miracle Berry Cookie

Princess(Friendly): I see where you get your lust for adventure from.

Hollyberry(Friendly): She's very fluid for a ruler.

Wildberry(Friendly): Tell me if you ever need my help with healing.

Knight(Tension): You're paranoid.

Pizza(Friendly): Every time she shows up she asks for a quick heal. If only I could heal stress. Apparently she's trying to dodge a paranoid doctor.

Muenster and Monster Cookies

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#cookie run #updating posts #cookie run ocs #nightshade cookie: the traitor #nightshade cookie: the ''traitor'' #nightshade cookie: the ''traitor'' ghost #salak cookie: the naga #void cookie: the failed experiment #coconut pecan cookie: the chimera #g: the witch's assistant #bugtrap ''pitcher plant'' cookie: the hidden dragon #soap cookie: a surviving child #frostbite dragon: the ice dragon with a warm heart #christmas cactus cookie: an icy follower #atemoya cookie: the exotics farmer #thimbleberry cookie: a shy vampire(via bitten) #miracle berry cookie: it's the little miracles that count

[iwantutobehapppier]

Nobody Loves No One (2/?)

Pairing: Bucky x Female Reader

Summary: You know one thing, James Buchanan Barnes was trustworthy and you weren't. When he inserts himself into your family drama and past can you show you're worthy of his trust or deign to hurt him as most of life has?

Word Count: 4,219

Warnings: Eventual Smut, night terrors, angst, canon typical violence, implied child abuse and cursing. 18 and older only

A/N: Hey guys! Thank you for coming back for chapter two! 💖 I am trying to get these out weekly and I don’t see that being an issue. Things are still building and the smut is coming. Hahah If you’re holding out hold out just a smidge longer. 😘

The drive should have been short but Bucky got a bit turned around or at least that's what he claimed, blaming the change in road names from his more formative years. Though you doubted that had truly changed.

"Your dad gets into trouble often?" Bucky's casual tone did little to hide his curiosity. He had always prided himself on being shrouded in mystery but you were just a mystery.

"Not lately but the old man seems to think to make deals with the local gang is better than taking money from his Avenger daughter." You miss Bucky's eyebrows raising, you weren’t kidding on having father issues. “Even if they’ll kill him when he fails to pay back.”

"Too much pride?" You remain silent, "too much guilt then?" You feel a stab in your chest, Bucky was too observant and it was impacting your ability to keep your private life just that, private. You couldn’t find it in yourself to be upset over it, after all, if you trusted anyone to know these parts of you it’s him. However, you weren’t going to be forthcoming.

"Listen Bucky I'm all for team building and such but this isn't a ‘let's get to know the weird father-daughter relationship’ moment." You look out the passenger window making air quotes, the familiar run-down buildings setting you on edge for the second time tonight.

"This is a ‘help your teammate kill a bunch of local thugs from killing her lousy excuse of a father’ moment." When Bucky stops the car he turns his head towards you as you continue. 

"And then maybe," you emphasized by pushing your pointer finger in his chest and he had to hold back the smile that would certainly piss you off, "Maybe we can talk about aforementioned fucked up relationship."

"Annoyed always looks good on you," Bucky steps out of the car missing the way you ground your teeth together at his smart ass response. Stepping out of the car you mutter, "I will not kill my teammate, I will not kill my teammate."

"What was that Toots?" Bucky calls out setting Betsy’s barrel upside down on his shoulder. 

"Nothing," Bucky smirks, able to hear you clear as day but to miss an opportunity to tease you wasn’t in Bucky. 

Rolling the silencer on your handgun you make your way around the corner to the front of a building you had thought left in your past. The double doors had one guy with a bat in his hand guarding. You held back a scoff if they knew you were coming clearly they forgot how you took care of business. Though back then your business was taking care of their issues, not them.

Walking up to the man before he could raise his bat you shot him dead center in the forehead. Bucky whistled as the body slumped to the ground.

Opening the double doors you took out two more mob thugs while Bucky pulls the bat-wielding thug into the building by his metal arm. 

“This is gonna get messy huh?” Bucky trusted you wouldn’t kill an innocent or lure him to do the same but he had to express his concerns.

“Anyone in here would shoot you and your family before you could ask for mercy.” Bucky signaled towards the hallway on your right, his hearing picking up the sound of oncoming footsteps.

“You used to do the killing for us.” A short older man pointed a machine gun at you three others behind him. Without a response, you shot him in the chest and then in the head as Bucky’s gun went off three times in a row taking care of the gentlemen’s back up. 

You didn’t dare look at Bucky, not wanting to answer the questions he probably had until this was all over.

After plenty of bullets, snapped necks and broken limbs you cracked your knuckles at the "final boss" door. This door was familiar though, you had spent a good portion of your youth protecting the people behind it and fighting their battles for them all at the expense of your humanity just to pay your father's debts. 

"I'd rather you stay out here Bucky." He chortled and shook his head in disbelief.

"Not gonna happen." He stepped up next to you bumping his shoulder against yours. You sighed, your shoulders raising at the growing anxiety of what Bucky may hear. Turning your head towards him he looked at you from the corner of his eyes then turns at his waist.

Reaching over with his metal hand he wiped away blood splattered on your cheek once again. If he were being honest with himself he'd tell you he hated seeing that crimson red stain your beautiful face. But he wasn't always good at being honest with himself.

You study his face trying to get a read on him after so much shared carnage. There's a softness in his eyes that's misplaced in a room full of death.

"Just remember I never said I was always a good person." Before Bucky could ask any follow-up questions you kicked the steel-reinforced door in, watching it fall down.

A smile played at the corner of your lip hearing the cry of a man being crushed under the weight of the door and the following crunching coupled with a pain-filled groan as you both stepped on top of the door making your way into the room.

Bucky checked the magazine in Betsy as you survey the remaining five thugs and a weathered senior man sitting at a desk center of the room. His hand resting on a firearm laid on top of the desk. No one appeared to be making the first move.

"Well well." The old man's voice nails on a chalkboard, just like all those years ago. You had to stop yourself from charging at him when he spoke your name with fondness.

"Keep my name out of your mouth!" You command.

"Come on now, you can't be mad at me after everything?" His sun leathered hand patting the handgun still resting on the desk. Your eyes cut to the worn corner where the wood was lighter with indents from your head being slammed against it when you failed as a teenager and young adult.

"After all your father is the one who brought you into this," his other hand waved around the room, "Only fitting this world be the reason for his demise?" You curled your fingers into fists at your side. Bucky glances down with a creased brow, standing up a bit straighter in reaction.

"Whatever he owes, whatever he did isn't worth his life Marco." Marco chuckled. "Either I kill you or you let me pay what he owes, with interest."

Marco stands up slamming both hands on the desk yelling out in Italian, Bucky aims Betsy dead center in Marco’s chest. You catch the movement out of the corner of your eye satisfied at his reflexes. Always nice to have a super-soldier master assassin on your side.

"He is bad man,” his voice thick with broken English with his growing ire “You know better than any.”

“He lives?" Marco raises his hands up as he speaks. "No, no. That's not the code you swore to when you left me." He smiles keeping eye contact. You nod to Bucky and he lowers his gun, confused but trusting you.

"Badman is a dead man, no? Tesoro,” his works eerily soft causing you to flinch, “he deserves to pay for what he made you do."

"What you made me do." You gritted out between clenched teeth. Your hands flexed open and closed along your pant legs.

"A-ah. He brought you to me, a gift, a debt paid. He is just as guilty if not more." His voice was full of the condescension you were much too familiar with. It was like stepping back in time except you knew this old decrepit man held no fear over you and could do nothing in retaliation, nothing long-lasting at least.

"Just think about it, Tesoro.” the nickname rolling off your tongue makes you want to wretch. “I know he is your father but what would your sweet moth-" before he could finish a knife flew from your hand, planting firmly between his eyes. Not missing a moment Bucky fired in quick succession laying waste to remaining thugs in the room before they even knew their boss was dead.

Marco's voice cracks as if still trying to finish the word before going silent and crumpling across the ornate desk chair. Walking up to Marco's corpse you pulled the knife out wiping the blood on his shirt before putting it away.

Pulling out your phone you went to recent and waited for an answer.

"You did it, shithead?" Bucky could hear over the phone, his brow still furrowed. He had to wonder what kind of man was your father? If this was any glimpse, none at all.

"It's done, send the cleanup.” You pause watching the color drain from Macro’s body. “Don't ever call me again." You assert before hanging up still looking at Marco's face. Bucky took a step towards you. He stretches his arm out to place his hand on your shoulder but stilled when you spat in Marco's face.

Bucky caught the small tremors in your hands as you placed your phone back in your pocket. The ragged breath you pulled in left an ache in his chest. He was overwhelmed by the need to hold you in his embrace until you feel safe. Have you ever felt safe?

Even with everything he had done in the war and as a brainwashed HYDRA assassin he could still remember feeling loved and safe. The way his mother would card her fingers through his hair when he couldn't sleep as a child. Or how it felt when his sisters would dogpile on him. He felt safe. 

He had to wonder once more did you ever feel safe? He wasn't so sure.

"Fucking hated this place. Let's go!" You extolled, turning around to face Bucky with a haunting smile. 

This was different than his beloved murder smile. Whatever this was, he knew it was a front. It reminded him of all those smiles Steve would give him after army rejections. A smile to hide the pain.

The ride back to your car in front of your father’s shop was silent. Which between the two of you wasn't uncharacteristic but there was a newfound tension like static in the air.

What could you share with him that could ease his mind? What parts of you were left to give? Your train of thought was halted as Bucky pulled up next to your parked car.

"See you back at the compound." Bucky's grip on the steering wheel tightened as he spoke. You opened the car door, the smell of the incoming dawn wafting into the small confines of the car. You started to leave the car but paused

"I-uh," Bucky watched you from the corner of his eyes. His fingers relax their hold on the steering wheel waiting for what you had to say. "I have a place not far from here," Bucky raises an eyebrow and you grunted.

"After all that happened tonight, I'd much rather lay in bed than drive all the way upstate." Bucky nodded in agreement.

"I'll see you when you get back then Toots." You sighed, rather dramatically Bucky let out a soft chuckle.

"I'm inviting you to join you, idiot." His eyes narrowed at the name-calling. After tonight he didn't want to hear another disparaging word out of your mouth for a while, if ever. It only reminded him of how you have been treated.

"I'll come with but don't talk to me like you do your father." His tone clipped but you simply smiled back at him as you stepped out of the car texting Bucky the address.

"Thought you wanted to be my Daddy, Barnes?" He didn't miss the coquettish tone and smile but failed to reciprocate. 

"From what I can tell that man was no dad." Bucky looked down at his phone surprised how close the address was. "See you there." He finalized and you shut the door making your way to your own vehicle. 

When Bucky entered your fifth-floor apartment he wasn't sure what he'd find in a space that was entirely your own. At the compound you kept things pretty minimal, some jewelry on a dresser, clothes organized, a black and white poster of some European city during the day but no real personal effects. Hell outside of a photo Wanda gave you from a team outing there was nothing in your room that showed who it belonged to.

Bucky found it odd at first however if anyone came into his room he wasn't sure there'd be terribly too much to indicate it was his either outside. Maybe the workout bench and weights he kept when he didn't want to be in the gym with others. There was also that vintage New York Dodgers poster you bought for him, similar to the one you got for Steve. 

Seeing your apartment, it made sense to him now, you kept yourself here. The living room was full of warm tones, throw blankets that looked dangerously soft, two giant filled bookcases and photos all over the place. Soft lighting encasing the room in comfort.

"It's not much," your voice pulling him from his analysis, "but it's mine." The soft ending in your tone warmed him, it was clear you were trusting him with something no one else had seen. 

The pile of mail on the other side of the door you picked up along with dust he could see on the bookcases alluded to it being a place you hadn't seen in a while. Sensing his scrutiny you felt the need to justify yourself.

"I used to stay here more often but the compound is easier for missions," You set the pile of mail on the old writing desk across from a small kitchen. Bucky's eyes caught on a framed photo next to the mail. A young woman is holding a toddler in front of your father's butchery, the building looks newer than it does now and the woman in clothes not of a recent style.

"Who's that?" Bucky looks up to catch you stretching your arms above you with your back facing him. Watching the small of your back slowly be revealed as the shirt rises, he licks his lips rapidly losing interest in the photo. But when you turned around and caught sight of what he was referring to you wrapped your arms around yourself. 

"That's me and Mom," you turn back around. Only then does he realize she does look an awful lot like you or was it you looked like her? The stark difference was her face, it appeared softer. 

Your face often held hard lines that Bucky wanted to soften with his hands. Your edges so jagged, he longed to cut himself on them. Know you intimately, deeper levels you rarely showed. The times your face would soften the most recently have been over the past few months with him. A small part of him hoping it meant you were opening up to him in ways he could burrow inside and never leave.

Bucky set his duffle back containing Betsy and gear on the floor next to the one you had set down before grabbing the mail.

"Where your ma'?" Bucky trailed his fingers on the desk as he followed behind you slowly. You turn your head and he sees your side profile, the soft lights do little to hide the pain in your eyes.

"Same place as yours." He inhales quickly at your response. "Shower down the way there," you gesture towards a cracked open door. "Bed is that way." You gestured to the hallway opposite of bathroom door and make your way down the same hallway as he heads towards the bathroom. A good scrubbing sounded nice.

When Bucky stepped out of the shower he noticed the dark blue sweatpants and a grey shirt laying on the bathroom counter that were certainly not there before. A soft blush covered his cheeks at the thought of you walking in on him showering. He hadn't been able to stop thinking about you and the past few hours. Had he been so distracted in the shower that he missed you coming in? That wasn’t like him at all. 

However, he left his guard down around you more so than he should, at least that’s what Steve had expressed concern over. Bucky shook his head, what did that punk know anyway? He couldn’t even talk to women.

After drying his hair until slightly damp he pulled the sweatpants on. They were almost too snug on him but clearly too big for you. The thought that someone else, a guy particularly, leaving them here caused an unsettling burn in his chest. He knew you weren't his but he'd be lying if he didn't relish the thought of you being so one day. Pushing the burning sensation down he made his way to the hallway you had mentioned he could find a bed.

Finding the first door he came across open he felt his jaw slide open. Your hair was down damp, wearing obscenely short sleep shorts and a tank top that strained against pebbled nipples. Swallowing away the dryness in his throat Bucky looked towards the ceiling before clearing his throat. 

"Where's the guest room?" You tilted your head at him in confusion. Turning down the sheets you crawled into the bed.

"What guest room?" Bucky eyes stopped tracing patterns in the ceiling design to look back at you in equal confusion.

"You said a bed was down the hall." Your hand gestured to the bed in reply as you lay on your side. You tried and failed to cover the smile as Bucky became flustered with realization.

"I'll take the couch." You frowned at him and patted the open space next to you.

"Don't be silly, the bed is big enough for both of us," you couldn't help the coquettish smile that pulls on your lips, "Unless you're scared of sleeping next to me."

Bucky swallows the growing lump in his throat. He wasn't scared of you, never had been regardless of some teammates’ concerns. His main concern lay with the ever-growing attraction he felt toward you. 

Bucky felt himself caving, the last time the two of you shared a bed it was after rather traumatic night terror this was different. This wasn’t comfort-based. 

"I won't bite you Bucky," bending your arm and resting the side of your head on the palm of your hand, you watch with growing interest at what the super soldier will do.

Laying down next to you Bucky folds his arms under his head and turns his head towards you with that beautiful smile that took your breath away more often than not.

"That's a shame Toots." You sputter at his response and turn towards the side table under the guise of turning the light off to hide your embarrassment, feeling the warmth in your cheeks and moving down to your chest.

With your back to him, you lay down and close your eyes, trying to push down the desire to curl up to the warmth radiating off his body. Bucky let out a huff hot air pushing against your back, he wraps his metal arm over your stomach, warm flesh arm snaking under you to pull your back to his chest.

Before you can start verbal spar over his actions he locks his arms around you, fingers curling into the softness of your abdomen. The intimacy of the touch taking away any thoughts you tried to voice. There was unfamiliar security in his touch that left you wearisome. Resigning that you wouldn’t be able to stop this, and honestly not wanting to you close your eyes once more. 

Bucky satisfied at your body relaxing into his hold he smiles against the top of your head.

“So is this a get to know the weird father-daughter relationship moment?” Bucky teased into your ear.

You groan a hand flying back to smack him in the head but he grabs it pulling it down to rest on your abdomen encased by his arm. You could practically hear your heartbeat thudding in your chest as his fingers intertwined with yours. Certain his superhuman hearing picking up on it.

“This is a go-to-sleep moment,” you hiss out. Trying to quell the fluttering in your chest.

“I’m not tired though.” Bucky whines in your ear, “Tell me a story,” his fingers curling into your palm between your fingers. Looking down at where he held your hand you could feel yourself giving in. Oh, how easy it would be to just fall for Bucky Barnes.

“There once was a little girl,” Bucky pulls you flush to him, leaning his head down to nuzzle into your neck inhaling deep. You were fairly certain he could feel the increasing pace of your pulse at the touch.

“Things were good for her, for a while,” closing your eyes you continue, letting his embrace soothe your growing unease at opening up. “She had a father who would pat her head sometimes but outside of that he had no love to give her but that was okay because her mother who loved her so much made up for the loss,”

“Sounds like a great mom,” Bucky whispers against your neck, his lips resting against your pulse.

“She was, she tried so hard to make her little girl happy,” you paused “But they knew something was different about their little girl. She broke bottles, toys, and cribs with the slightest grip of her fingers. One time she held a glass too tight and it shattered,” You smirked recalling the panic in your mother and father, time having a way to make the most macabre funny.

“That was the only time the little girl saw her mother cry.”  Though remembering your mother’s fear was not all that funny.

“After that, her mother kept smiling and telling her how special and wonderful she was. Neither of them knew what to do with their child. As the little girl grew her mother taught her to be cautious of pressure, always guiding the little girl’s tiny but powerful hands.” Bucky pulled your hand from against your stomach eyes peering from your neck. He notices the faint scars on the palms of your hand.

“Gentle hands like your holding an egg,” you mused, “That’s what her mom would say.” 

“What happened to her,” Bucky’s face so close to your neck you could feel the heat and moisture.

“She was murdered,” Bucky’s body tensed around you, your monotone recount of her death chilling. “Someone tried to rob the butchery, she stood up against them and paid the ultimate price.” 

“There were no more gentle hands, just the overwhelming drive of vengeance and a cold distant father.” You felt Bucky slowly relax around you, his head nuzzling into your neck once more. “He asked the mob for help in getting the person who did it in exchange for services. I was 11 at the time and Marco was just a business associate of my dad’s to me.”

“Then I killed that man who touched my friend I held worth to my father for once, he made a trade.” You trembled at the memory of being handed off to the mob, you could almost hear your cries at your father’s retreating figure. Bucky cocoons you with his warmth and the feel of his chest even breathing slowly reeling you back to the present.

He turns you in his embrace, laying you flat on the bed as he remains on his side. You didn’t know you had been crying until the cool pad of his metal fingers and warmth of his flesh thumb wipe them from your cheeks.

“You didn’t have a choice Toots, you were their weapon.” You shake your head in his hands.

“No you didn’t have a choice, I did. I could have left,” Bucky’s lips downturn at the omission. “I choose to kill those people for them and I will work until my dying breath to kill the right ones from now on.” Not wanting to talk about it anymore, you bury your face into his chest and sigh with content at the feel of Bucky’s embrace and smell surrounding you. 

“I’m not saying we had the same choices or the same circumstances that led us to do what we did but I will say,” Bucky pauses lifting your chin up but you keep your eyes closed.

“Don't ever tame your demons Toots, they keep you alive.” Opening your eyes you hold your breath at the sight of moonlight illuminating his face. You knew Bucky was handsome but coupled with his words and gentle touch you never believed a human being could be so beautiful to you.  It scared you. 

Burrowing your face back into his chest he lets out a soft chuckle. He wraps his arms around you, dipping his face down into your hair, inhaling deep. The two of you slowly drift to sleep. 

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Old Expectations Die Hard (Dashie x Reader Fanfic)

Chapter One: Weird Circumstances

You know your life is complicated when the friend you always complain to says "you never have a dull moment do you?" I sigh as the weight of the world seems to make it impossible to breath. You see recently things have been rough. I lost my job and my fiance all in the same day, that itself was an unbelievable story. I was so upset and strung out on thoughts of what to do that once i got home early from work i didn't notice the extra car in the driveway. i stepped into my home and my own floors felt as if they'd given way when i saw the guy i thought i'd be spending my life with in bed, with my sister... my sister and i hadn't been on good terms for a while and for a good reason! The drugs she took either made her unreliable and selfish or crazy and murderous. He, of course, pulled the its not what you think, id never hurt you, it was a mistake, and honestly i could write a book out of the excuses i heard in the time of two minutes but maybe another time. Needless to say i left. I never thought about going back and to be honest my sister looked more hurt then i was. I took a job in California a few weeks ago and moved in with my friend (BFF Name). They always seemed to know what to say and honestly i truly believe They  knew me better then i know myself. 

California gave me the biggest culture shock I've ever had. I came from Mississippi, the bible belt and the most rural part of the world. California was sooooo different then what i was use to. The weather is awesome. There's lots of jobs for technical people, at least until you're 45 and then you're considered ancient and you can't possibly know anything when some 23-year old out of Stanford tells you that they know it all. (a little bit of sarcasm there) It's a great place to start a new company, money is available as is talent. The risk of starting a company is lower since you can always find a new job The politics are insane, if you aren't towing the progressive party line you should just STFU. If you even once say that Trump has done something positive, or that Obama did something negative prepare for the wrath. Read the stuff behind the recently filed lawsuit against google for a taste of what it's like. Seriously, don't say a word. The state if structurally bankrupt, although the finances look good because so much stuff is off of the balance sheet. The public pension liability dwarfs the "good" part of the budget, and some day it is coming home to roost. Watch out when it does. The cost of living is absurd, really absurd. I'm not talking just a place to live but gas, electricity, haircuts, milk, pizza, you name it. The traffic is absurd too. (can you tell i like the word absurd) The public transit, although usually on time, is a mess. People are pigs, they throw trash everywhere, the cars are overcrowded almost all the time. 

I've got to say, from how much it sounds like i hate California, i actually don't.  Mainly because its so far away from my original family, leaving really helped me start to grow up and feel like maybe i was getting a hold of my life again. Only problem has been getting to my new job on time. I work as a barista and a waitress at a brunch place a good minute away from the apartment. The money is good, otherwise i wouldn't waste my time with the commute everyday. i keep being late to work because i still haven't adjusted to how terrible traffic is and so my boss was "nice" enough to switch me to the later shifts. The hours are long and boring because my shift starts in the middle of rush hour to the slowest hours at the end of the day meaning you have to find things to keep yourself busy with. the only good thing is, we can wear pretty much anything we want as long as its black. all i wear is dark colors so i didn't have to spend any extra money on a uniform and i didn't have to wear the same thing everyday. Today i decided i wear a v-neck shirt that with an emperor waist (body forming) with black skinny jeans and my regular converse. i decided against driving to work and decided it would be far smarter to catch a bus to the nearest destination. My (hair color) hair was done is a fishtail messy braid, i always liked this style because it made me look like i had a head full of hair when in reality i thought i was going bald. 

My personality was a little odd, you see some days i felt like the beautiful nerd who has no confidence and wants to hide away in a hole. other days i feel like a model from Victoria secrets, of course those are the days i get the most tips. today was honestly a mutual day, where id rather be at home in my bed asleep, or listening to music. The bus finally stopped a block away from my job and i sighed obviously not wanting to go into work. surprisingly there wasn't nearly  as many cars as there usually is around this time but i wasn't complaining. i walk in to see that most of the downstairs was empty but whoever was upstairs definitely had a loud mouth. i walk to the back in order to clock in and i bump into melany ( the girl im shifting with). "wow you actually got here on time! Maybe the boss's mood will cheer up." i huffed a little. "yea, i dont know why i thought id need a car in California, say whats with the low level of customers? its NEVER this slow." she looked at me in disdain, "some guys reserved the entire upstairs and we had to make this huge table out of all our tables up there, glad im not gonna be the one fixing it later." i rolled my eyes, i hated when a huge family came in and they just had to move everything around because little johnny wants the sit next to suzzie and suzzie HAS to sit by her parents bc she likes to throw her food on the floor, all fake names but a real situation ive been in before. "well have they at least been fed so that i only have to clean up after them?" she shook her head while hanging up her apron. "nope, they've only ordered their drinks and they are getting those onto trays now." so today was gonna be like every other day. "guess i better go help them take those upstairs then, have a good rest of your day." i walk away and slip on my apron, grabbed one of the trays of drinks while another waiter grabbed the rest of the drinks. Once i got upstairs, that's when i met him...

Chapter Two: Last Will and Testament

          He was sitting on the far end of the long table of people laughing and joking. everyone seemed to be loud and all had their own inside jokes. This guy, he stuck out. i changed my attention to the task at hand, finishing this shift. i hated when people moved all the tables and seating around. all the waiters and waitresses have to go back behind them and look at the layout of the floor to put them all back exactly as they were before. it was a struggle and because of this nobody actually wanted that job so usually the manager gives it to her least favorite workers and i happened to be one. "who all had coke?" nobody answered me so one of the men bellowed out the same line and somehow was able to get a show of hands. i walked around handing  out drinks, catching the lingering smell of strong liquor. i could tell by the end of tonight they would all be wasted and loud. please, just don't make more of a mess then you have to, i thought to myself. i had one drink left on my tray, "sweet tea?" the guy i saw before at the end of the table waved his hand and i dreaded going over there, i always seem to make a fool of myself when it matters. 

     i make my way slowly down the table with the tray under my arm and the tea in my hand. i lean over to sit his drink on the table.."here's your t-" *CRASH* while joking with one of his friends his elbow crashes into my hand sending the tea flying all over me and the cup crashing to the floor, thank god i wore black. he turned around and looked more horrified then i did. "i'm sorry! i'm so sorry!" his voice was deeper then i imagined it'd be. "no, it my fault i'm sorry ill get you a new one." i turned away to hide my embarrassment and walked away really just trying to get away from the situation. i could tell from the silence behind me that all eyes were on me. i ran to the back where the lockers were for the service. i went to the bathroom and stripped the sticky clothes off throwing them aside. i sat on the toilet  trying to catch my breath, my social anxiety had struck me  hard. a feeling of worthlessness and dread fell over me like a blanket. after the past few months i've had just one day without something terrible happening would mean the world to me. i heard a knock on the door, it was melany, she walked in with a towel from the kitchen. "hey, i heard what happen upstairs are you ok?" i covered my breast trying keep myself as unexposed as possible. "oh yea im fine, im just cold, and sticky, and... covered in tea." melany and i made eye contact and both laughed just to lift the dread in the air. "let me guess, all the guys are getting a kick out of watching me fumble again huh?" i said a little less concerned and more annoyed. she rolled her eyes "they are boys, they get a kick out of picking their own nose. we both slid to the floor beside each other, she hands me the damp towel. i get most of the sticky off as possible, throwing my hair up to make it look less clumped together by the sugar. "i have an extra black t shirt in my locker but i don't know how it will fit you. your breast are at least a size larger then mine." i shrugged my shoulders, "who cares ill make do. thanks for your help melany." she smiled her weird anime girl smile and ran to get the shirt from her locker.

     ill have to admit, she was right about the size thing. it was far to small around the chest area but the rest fit fine. after the incident my boss stuck me down stairs wiping tables and sweeping the floor, i dont mind though because i get to experience the day coming to an end with a beautiful sunset over California. i secretly kept the the window to watch as the sun fell from the sky. the sky seemed to burn and darken while the clouds began to glow with the last bit of sunlight left. the sky filled up with burning Burgundy and faded orange and yellows, the tallest buildings seemed to reach for the skyline as if it were a sunflower moving to the last drip of sunlight. moving here had been hard, and this had become one of the things i looked forwards to. living in the apartment with my friend was nice, buts its not the same as coming home to someone you use to lay with every night. sleeping alone seemed so much colder and emptier then i remembered from childhood. my mother would be so disappointed in the way i turned out, in the places id gone and the decision to spend my life with someone who was most obviously the wrong one. she would have told me to slow down and to take my time, that growing up wasn't everything. she would have said love isn't something you just wake up and have, its something you make. i wasn't anywhere close to where i thought id be by now, and i could see that. it tears at my heart everyday, not being able to see her or any of my family. sometimes it felt as if they'd all died in the fire that night. 

     i suddenly heard a boom of voices making their way down the stairs, i hadn't realized how close to closing time it had become. all of them walk out stumbling and laughing at their own jokes, seems they all got a good bit of drinking in, all except one. The guy i ran into on accident seemed as sober as ever, designated driver i think, he was much taller now. he seemed muscular but in such a fitting way for his body. his teeth sparkle because their so white, his smile complimented him best. his high cheekbones made his chocolate brown eyes his best feature. His skin was glowing with a sweet honey hue and before i could notice that i was staring he turned his head. his eyes met mind before i could think twice and that's when i felt the heat rise to my cheeks. weather it be from embarrassment or silly school girl shyness i didn't know . i turned my face away but it was too late, i turned my face a little just to catch a glimpse of him before he made his way out of the door and that's when i noticed his cheeks had gone from a burnt caramel to a rosy color. i felt my body shiver at the thought that maybe, just maybe he found me as attractive as i found him. i shook the thought from head realizing they had began locking the place down. as i helped close up shop and wash dishes i couldn't help but to let my mine wander to all different kinds of thoughts, funny thing was they always fell back to him and his rosy  cheeks. i couldn't help but smile as i felt my heart race at the thought of him, even though id made a fool of myself today i was glad i hadn't ruined my chances. Even if he'd never get with me or i wouldn't ever see him again, i'd still take it as a compliment that he even looked my way. 

     before long we were all outside laughing and talking about today. The manager locked the doors and said his goodbyes. i turn to walk towards the bus station when i see a man standing aside awkwardly between the restaurant and the parking lot. suddenly my eyes adjusted and once they did, the joyousness butterflies came back and the blush suddenly reappeared on my cheeks..

There are lots more chapter after this if you are interested you can find them here

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mannnnn thank you for validating my dimitri salt because the fandom take of (usually f!)byleth """saving""" him with their (usually her) """warm hand""" etc. etc. gives me the heebie jeebies. i get that there's a lot of young people in this fandom who haven't necessarily worked out yet that no one should feel responsible for "changing" their significant other! but seeing it everywhere is annoying and i'd rather be over here in my own private salt mine, thank you very much >:(

You are very welcome. Putting the rest of my response under a cut so those who don’t wish to see this don’t have to.

First off, as a disclaimer, I just want to say: I don’t think you necessarily have to be young to be attracted to the “power of love saves all” trope, and I am also a firm believer that you can enjoy something in fiction without endorsing / liking it in real life. I myself am a fan of some dark tropes; I love drama and angst, and I have been known to put characters into downright awful situations that I would never want anyone to suffer through in real life. Fiction serves many purposes, but one of those purposes is to allow people to explore ideas that are dark or terrible in safe avenues that hurt no one. This is why there has been fiction that depicts things like gruesome murders, for example, for centuries. People who write books about murderers (usually) don’t actually murder people themselves, nor do they want anyone to be murdered. They’re just telling a story they thought might be interesting, and others who enjoy that type of story (but also probably aren’t murderers and wouldn’t want to murder anyone in real life) are reading it. So it’s entirely possible that people who are drawn to the idea of F!Byleth “saving” Dimitri from his “darkness” with the power of her love are adults, and are also people who wouldn’t go for that sort of thing in real life. That’s completely possible, and I don’t begrudge those people for it. You do you, and all that. If that’s your type of thing, great. More power to you.

But as you’ve gathered from your posts, I personally don’t like it at all.

I haven’t finished Azure Moon yet, but so far I hate … pretty much everything about the way Dimitri’s character has shaken out, and how his relationship with Byleth is being forced now. Because let’s get one thing clear: Dimitri’s feelings that Byleth “saved” him are almost as much of a 180 as his feelings regarding not wanting to kill Edelgard, with potentially even less explanation if you can swallow that he, for some reason, believed that Patricia was the first Flame Emperor because Cornelia (enemy and known liar) said so as she was dying right off the bat without any proof to back up the claim. When Dimitri first saw Byleth after five years, he at first thought they were a ghost, and then accused them of being a spy, and THEN went on to say that he didn’t really care either way so long as he could keep murdering people (and still later said that he would “use [Byleth] and [their] friends until [their] flesh fell from their bones” so, yikes). It wasn’t until Dimitri saw Dedue that there was any sign of his behavior changing even slightly. Dedue’s reunion got the romantic sounding music. Dedue brought out the softness in Dimitri. Dedue comes across as a far more natural love interest for Dimitri than Byleth ever could. Once Rodrigue kicks the bucket, Dimitri still pushes Byleth away until he breaks down into a Woe Is Me speech and Byleth offers their hand. At that point Dimitri’s gratitude and fondness for Byleth begins being pushed very hard, in a way that feels unnatural and unrealistic given how he’d behaved up until that point. If Dimitri had been more broken up and touched at Byleth’s reappearance after five years, sure, maybe. But as it stands it feels unnatural, and leads me as a player to believe that Byleth flat out just did not mean as much to Dimitri as they meant to Claude or especially Edelgard.

But all of that—the bad writing, of which there are other instances in Azure Moon, to the point where in my opinion this feels like the Conquest of Three Houses—is a minor issue. The bigger issue is the fact that the game pushes that we’re supposed to sympathize with Dimitri and see him as a tragically heroic figure when I … don’t, at all, for multiple reasons.

The first, and perhaps biggest, issue is the way his trauma and mental illness is being used by the narrative as the defining reason for why we should sympathize with him. Dimitri was traumatized when he was about fourteen by seeing his parents, friends, and others killed brutally in front of him during the Tragedy in Duscur. (Note that in this same incident Dedue witnessed GENOCIDE CARRIED OUT ON HIS PEOPLE, HIS FAMILY MURDERED RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM, but the trauma that he should have from this is basically never touched upon, and instead he acts as though people from Faerghus—you know, the kingdom that COMMITTED GENOCIDE AGAINST HIS PEOPLE—should not associate with him lest it stain their reputations. Hmm. Hmmm.) Somehow, at the tender age of fourteen, Dimitri went on a brutal killing tirade during this incident, delighting in bloodshed, which understandably disturbed and traumatized Felix (whose own brother was slain during that incident, mind, albeit not by Dimitri obviously), who then cut ties with him, not wanting to be friends with someone like that anymore. (Note: Everyone acts as though Felix was the bad one for this, rather than thinking it reasonable to not want to be friends with someone who delights in murder and bloodshed.) As a result of all of this, Dimitri regularly hallucinates the ghosts of his dead relatives and friends, and devotes his entire life to avenging them by murdering whoever was responsible for the Tragedy of Duscur, as well as whoever gets in his way of accomplishing that. (Note: “Who was responsible” is something Dimitri will accept with basically no evidence. He believes Edelgard was responsible because she called herself the Flame Emperor and wore a similar outfit to the one he saw back then. Never mind that she is his age and thus was also a fourteen-year-old child at the time; no, he believes she must have magically made herself the size of an adult and was capable of killing not only her own mother, but also his father (who carried a Hero’s Relic!) and countless others. Because that makes sense.)

So. It’s clear that Dimitri has deep-seated trauma, and it’s understandable that he would have trauma from such a grisly, horrible event. It is also true that not everyone reacts to trauma in the same way, and that there is a definite stigma against those who don’t react to their trauma in ways that people can twist to be “cute” or “endearing”. I’ve talked about the Good Survivor vs. Bad Survivor dichotomy among fans on my blog before, and I stand by everything that I said. However, there are several key points to keep in mind:

Not all behaviors can be classed as just “Good” or “Bad”, and furthermore, even if two behaviors are agreed upon to be “Bad”, that doesn’t mean they’re on the same scale. Being asocial and snapping verbally at people isn’t the behavior of a “Good” Survivor, but it’s also not nearly as bad as actually murdering people and doing it as slowly and painfully as possible. Getting on someone’s case because their trauma makes them reluctant to socialize or trust isn’t the same as calling them out for torturing people to death. This shouldn’t have to be said, but this is tumblr, so I’m going to say it.

Succinctly, a shitty past does not excuse a shitty present. Yes, Dimitri was traumatized. No, this DOES NOT justify his actions even before the timeskip, much less after it. Similarly, Dimitri lampshading that his behavior is bad and calling himself ~a monster~ doesn’t make it better, either. If anything, it makes it worse, because Dimitri knows that what he’s doing is horrible and he continues to do it anyway. Just because you’ve been traumatized (rather through a single incident or years of abuse or whatever) doesn’t give you a free pass to do whatever you want. You are accountable for your actions and behaviors, always. Trauma may explain why you behave the way you do, but it does not excuse it.

The problem with the narrative portrayal of Dimitri on Azure Moon (and arguably Verdant Wind as well, since we had an Alas Poor Dimitri moment when he was killed on Verdant Wind despite him literally calling for the deaths of everyone on the field in that path, straight up telling Claude to his face that he was going to kill him) is that the game pretty much flat out tells you that you should sympathize with Dimitri because of his trauma. Oh sure, Felix calls Dimitri “the boar prince” and routinely chews him out, but if you tell Felix that you’re not going to talk to Dimitri shortly after the timeskip, Felix tells you to “not give up so easily” and that Dimitri surrendered his humanity in pursuit of becoming a better killer, as if that’s supposed to make him sympathetic. Rodrigue tells Byleth that he wishes that he had the courage to “scold” Dimitri, but doesn’t actually do anything about it. And every single person present, including both Rodrigue and Gilbert, go along with whatever Dimitri wants, even when what he wants ignores the problem of the fact that Faerghus citizens are starving to death in the streets because of the situation in the capital. Dimitri flat out tells EVERYONE that he is all but abdicating his duties as king in the name of revenge, but rather than Rodrigue or someone else experienced coming to the logical conclusion taht he is therefore no longer fit to be king and relieving him of those duties (not necessarily violently; I doubt he would have put up an argument), they instead just go, “welp, nothing we can do about it we guess” and go along with what he wants, leaving the people to suffer, because Dimitri is of the Blaiddyd bloodline and, well, he’s a sad boy and they feel bad for him.

I shouldn’t have to say it, but I’m going to: This is disgusting. It’s disgusting that Dimitri’s trauma is used as a way to try to make the player feel bad for him despite the atrocities he commits time and again right there on screen. When Byleth first returns to the monastery after five years, it’s to find that he’s decorated the place with Empire soldier corpses. Byleth has to mercy kill Randolph before Dimitri can rip out his eyes, something Dimitri grows angry with them for. Dimitri says, immediately after that, the line that has stuck with me: “I’ll use you and your friends until your flesh falls from your bones.” He’s told that the people in Fhirdiad are starving and dying in the streets and need help and he flat out says he doesn’t care. He relishes in bloodshed and crows at every opportunity about how he wants to kill. While both Claude and Edelgard look regretful about the battle at Gronder Field, Dimitri just once again roars about how he wants his soldiers to kill every single person present. And through it all, we’re told that this is okay and we should forgive and feel sorry for him because he’s traumatized. It’s not really his fault, it’s just, ooh, that darn trauma!

As someone who has C-PTSD from years and years of abuse, I can’t begin to tell you how much narratives like this infuriate me. Those of us with trauma aren’t mindless infants who are unaware of our surroundings and incapable of controlling our behavior. When I say “a shitty past doesn’t excuse a shitty present” and “traumatized individuals are responsibel for their behavior,” I say that from the perspective of someone with trauma that affects me to this day. My abuse was such that sometimes I still have nightmares about my biological mother that leave me dazed and distracted for the whole day. I’ve really been through it. But I’m also 100% responsible for my own behavior. It’s my responsibility, and no one else’s, to make sure that I don’t hurt others. If I do something wrong, that’s on me, and my trauma will never excuse or justify it. 

So for the narrative of Three Houses to act as though Dimitri’s rampant murder, (attempted) torture, and love for bloodshed and violence is excusable and forgivable because of his trauma is infuriating to me. It’s infuriating to me how, after that insipid ~warm hand~ moment, Dimitri launches into constant Woe Is Me speeches where we’re meant to reassure him that it’s okay that he committed so many murders for no reason other than to quench his blood thirst, it’s okay that he wanted to use his former friends as meat shields to get what he wanted, it’s okay he abandoned his people to die in the streets, that he’s still a good and worthy king and ~just what Faerghus needs~. We’re supposed to see his return to Fhirdiad as a good thing, an inspiring moment. We’re supposed to side with him when he (I assume) later acts the hypocrite by telling Edelgard that People Dying Is Wrong and that she should surrender to him instead. (Never mind that deaths caused by Edelgard’s actions were caused as a result of a war that was necessary to take down the Church of Seiros, which actually had been ruling all of Fodlan under the guise of letting the different territories rule themselves for ages, while Dimitri just killed Empire soldiers for his own blood thirst and revenge, but you know. If you ask most of the people in the fandom, Saint Didi can do no wrong.)

But the thing is, all of that is bullshit. It wasn’t okay that he committed so many murders for the sake of his own revenge fantasies and blood lust. It wasn’t okay that he wanted his former friends to be his meat shields. It wasn’t okay that he abandoned his people. None of that was okay. And I don’t want to sit here and console him and make him feel better just because he apologies and cries about how he’s The Biggest Monster Ever as a result of his actions. Because a.) his actions were monstrous, and b.) that’s an emotionally manipulative tactic, and I’m here for none of it.

Before I go any further, let me state flat out: I’m not calling Dimitri an emotional abuser. I don’t think that was the intent behind those Woe Is Me pity parties of his, from a writing standpoint, and therefore that’s not what he’s thinking he’s doing when he goes on them. I will call Dimitri many things, including a murderer, but I won’t call him an emotional abuser because I don’t think that was the intent in the writing. However, regardless of whether that was the intent in the writing or not, it doesn’t change the fact that one of the oldest tricks in the emotional manipulation book is, when emotional manipulators / abusers are called out on their behaviors and forced to answer to the things they’ve done, they’ll flip the script and start degarding themselves and talking about how awful they are so their victims end up comforting them. A very basic demonstration of what I mean:

Victim: “It really hurts me when you act like you can’t trust me and go through my phone to see who I’ve been talking to. I feel like my privacy is being violated and like you think I’m dishonest.”

Manipulator: “You’re right, I know I should trust you more. I just get so insecure and scared that you’ll leave me.” 

Victim: “I know you deal with insecurity, but that doesn’t give you a right to go through my things. It really upsets me when you do this.”

Manipulator: “I know, I’m such a horrible person. I’m the worst partner. You deserve so much better than me, I understand that you hate me, I’m just the worst and am absolutely useless and terrible and not fit to be even your friend, much less your partner.”

Victim: “No, wait, that’s not true …”

And on and on. Even if they pepper in “I’m sorry”s in there, it’s never once a genuine apology, because they spend so much time tearing themselves down in an exaggerated fashion that the victim feels like they have to comfort the person who hurt them. Similarly, when Dimitri goes on his speeches about how he’s ~unworthy to be king~ or a monster or whatever, the answer choices given are Byleth comforting him one way or the other. We’re never given an option (beyond telling Felix we won’t talk to Dimitri right after the time skip) to tell Dimitri that he is awful, that he doesn’t deserve to be king, or really to revoke our support in any way at all. And because Byleth is not given that option, the narrative is telling us that the correct “choice” (because there really isn’t one) is to sympathize with and empower Dimitri despite how heinous is behavior is. Because Dimitri was traumatized, poor thing, and thus it’s okay that he brutally murdered all those people for no reason other than his own satisfaction. 

(Note: The game never once says “revenge is wrong because it just breeds more revenge.” Even though it seemed like they were going that way with Randolph and Fleche, it’s not Fleche wanting to murder Dimitri that makes Dimitri realize that what he’s been doing is fucked up, it’s Rodrigue dying defending him from Fleche. So even if you wanted to say that Dimitri being blood thirsty and out for revenge was meant to teach him a lesson about how he should behave, it’s not, because that’s not a lesson he ever actually picks up on.)

And that finally ties into what I think you were driving at in your ask (boy, I’ve been at this for a long time), which is the narrative of someone “saving” someone else with their love. By telling the player that they, as Byleth, should excuse and forgive Dimitri for his atrocities because he was traumatized and sad, the narrative (and all the characters in the narrative) are basically pushing Byleth to be Dimitri’s therapist. And as I said in the tags on one of my Azure Moon hate posts (or maybe on twitter, I can’t remember, it all blends together), I am not here for that.

Aside from the fact that both Edelgard and Claude seem to genuinely care for Byleth the whole way through, the other primary difference between them and Dimitri is the fact that Byleth doesn’t have to play therapist for either of them. Claude, for the most part, doesn’t have any major traumas; he did have to grow up being outcasted for being mixed race, and that is its own kind of trauma which I am in NO WAY diminishing, but that trauma he faced was the more realistic type of trauma that people in real life face every day. He is still the most well-adjusted of the three. As for Edelgard, she is in my opinion even more traumatized than Dimitri, but not only is her trauma handled in such a way that it’s never used as an excuse for her behavior (the experiences that traumatized her helped her form the beliefs that spur her actions, but her actions always route back to those beliefs, not to “ghosts made me do it”), but she also pretty much keeps her trauma to herself as best she can and never hinges her emotional stability on Byleth. Yes, Byleth’s presence helps balance Edelgard since Byleth is a secondary confidant and can therefore offer counter-influence to Hubert’s toxic influence (not bashing Hubert here, I’m just saying, he is the WORST influence), but although it’s made clear that Edelgard deeply missed Byleth for the past five years to the point of lamenting about it constantly to the rest of the Black Eagle Strike Force, she also kept her shit together and didn’t wantonly murder people as a result of Byleth’s absence. When she comes to Byleth with issues, they’re usually tactics or strategy related. Byleth is only ever able to learn about Edelgard’s past in late night moments of emotional vulnerability, such as after a nightmare. And even then, Edelgard sharing those moments is less “HEAL MY PAST TRAUMA AND MAKE ME BETTER, PROFESSOR” and more “okay, I trust you enough to tell you this.” It’s not about helping stabilize Edelgard, it’s about earning enough of Edelgard’s trust to learn of her past.

This is in stark contrast to Dimitri, who, again, is completely off his shits, and him being off his shits is treated as a problem that Byleth (/the player) needs to “fix.” Felix tells you to do something about Dimitri. Rodrigue asks you to steer Dimitri in a better direction. Gilbert and Dedue both thank you for “saving” Dimitri even before he finishes being off his shits. The Azure Moon route is about forcing Byleth into the position of therapist and having them do emotional labor for Dimitri, which is hilarious if you think about how Byleth didn’t even start having emotions until teaching at the academy, but also unbelievably aggravating to me, as a player, because I don’t want to be a therapist for a murderous sadboy. I don’t like Dimitri. I don’t approve of his actions or behaviors. And I don’t give a shit what his reasons are for it. I’m not here to be his therapist or do that emotional labor, and I shouldn’t have to be. No one should have to be, except a paid therapist, and only because they’re being paid and have agreed to take on the job. But even then, Dimitri is still his own responsiblity. He is a grown fucking man. It shouldn’t be my or anyone else’s job to do this for him. Neither Edelgard or Claude (or Yuri, for that matter, in Cindered Shadows) required this much emotional labor and bullshit, for fucksake.

But of course, in all of this, I think what gets me more than anything present in the entire game is the fact how, from what I’ve seen, people in fandom by and large worship Dimitri and bend themselves into pretzels painting him as heroic while simultaneously spitting bile at Edelgard and making her out to be a villain. The contrast in their respective pages on TV Tropes is stark. I know I shouldn’t be surprised, given that Edelgard is a woman (and a queer woman, at that) and Dimitri is a blond white boy, and that’s just the way these things tend to be, but it still pisses me off and frustrates me to no end. Fandoms are simultaneously the best and worst of times and this will likely never change. (But honestly, if Edelgard’s role was filled by the blond white pretty boy while Dimitri’s was filled by the woman, I guarantee you that reception to them would be flipped right around. Guarantee.)

Anyway, this turned into a huge rant. I didn’t even expect it to be this long when I started writing. But suffice to say that while I’ve not yet finished Azure Moon, it’s currently my least favorite of the routes I’ve played (best is Crimson Flower, then Cindered Shadows because shut up I’m counting it, then Verdant Wind, and then Azure Moon; I’m ignoring the existence of Silver Snow since I cannot imagine ever not siding with Edelgard when I’ve chosen the Black Eagles), and I cannot stand Didi. He is the worst of the House Leaders by far. Considering how much he has in common with Rhea, it shouldn’t be surprising I feel this way about him, but boy, do I feel this way about him. So go ahead and feel validated, anon. You will not find Didi or Azure Moon love on this blog. You are not alone in this, trust.

#this got so long wow #but i mean every word #fucking hate azure moon and cannot stand Dimitri #this is a Didi Alexandre hate blog #(well not really since dedicating a blog to hatred for a fictional character is stupid but) #(you know what I mean) #also it really is fucked up how Didi's trauma over the Tragedy at Duscur is highlighted so much #and he's treated as being so tragic because of it #but Dedue watching his people be genocided and then being discriminated against for his race #is like . . . completely glossed over #and he's OKAY with it and encourages The Whites not to interact with him lest their rep be tarnished #and also is okay with it bc of White Savior Didi #g o d #fucking nasty #worst route #(again not counting Silver Snow in rankings bc I won't play it bc what is the point) #(how could anyone side with Rhea over Edelgard) #(that route doesn't exist tyvm) #anyway #rant over now i promise #fire emblem: three houses #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #Anonymous #meta

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CSUAVS prt 35 update. I know what you might think but I'd decided this route before I stalked you

This... This wasn't possible. Sitting in the pilot's chair, trying to manually override the shuttles automatic programming, Lance's heart was pounding almost as fiercely as his head.... and the rest of his body. Keith knew about his finger, but he didn't need to know about the rest of what had happened in that room before he was brought in. There was a reason he wasn't in the same clothes he'd in, and it wasn't just due to the blood from losing his finger. The samples taken from him of a much more intimate nature, because for some reason they knew about his body's "abnormalities". They hadn't gone past probing, but it'd been enough to send him into a panic attack. When they didn't know what to do about it, they'd drugged him up and brought Keith in. Yet, all of that had been pushed aside when he'd seen the dead Altean laying on the floor of the shuttle. The man hadn't looked like that when he was cuffing the other officers together... He'd still looked buff and foreign to him, not being a Galra... but an Altean. Lance had no idea what to do. He wasn't stupid. He knew that there were good and bad people, no matter what the race was... but... he just couldn't... he had no idea what this meant. Lotor had rounded up all the old Altean's to form his new colony, and something about the dead man screamed at him that he wasn't from new Altea. He didn't understand... He really... just... "Lance?" And then there was Keith. Keith who was his whole world. Keith who'd they hurt and Keith who thought he'd murdered the officers on the shuttle. Not that he could blame him. He was a murderer, and he wanted to slaughter everyone who'd touched Keith, but... the look on his face. Lance had never seen something like that... at least not on Keith's face. It'd broken his heart, and nearly sent him spiralling. No. It had sent him spiralling... He was lying to Keith, or rather not telling him the truth because there was literally nothing that could change what had happened in the outpost. There was a dead Altean in the shuttle bay. Keith was hiding how badly busted up he was, and how painful his wrist must be... oh, and they were probably about to die... "Lance?" Nudging his foot with his, Lance winced at the contact. He'd gone from craving Keith's touch, to not being able to handle anything against his skin again "I'm here" His wrapped up left hand made tinkering with wires hard. He'd already been shocked and was sure he'd lit the edge of his bandages on fire in the process "I couldn't hail Shiro or my mother, I did send messages. To the Atlas, and to Daibazaal. If Kolivan's there, he'll coordinate with her" Shiro. Shiro and Krolia. Lance didn't know how he was ever going to face the pair of them again. "Shame" and "self loathing" failed to describe what he felt about the pair. They were the most important people in Keith's life, despite what he might say. They held the most sway over Keith, and both were fiercely protective of him. And now he'd been tortured, kept prisoner, and was sporting some pretty serious damage to his wrist... What if what they'd done to him spelled the end of Keith's work for the Blades? How was he supposed to live with that? He'd been prepared not to come back from all of this... He couldn't go through with Keith to think of. He had to get him home safely and back to his family. It didn't mean Lance didn't believe Keith loved him, but things were going to get messy. No doubt Shiro would lecture him for being reckless. Krolia would be mad for endangering Keith. Veronica and Hunk had to know he'd been lying through his teeth about his job, and Acxa would probably be plotting his death despite the fact Veronica would be mad. Actually. No. They were probably plotting his death together... Going back to all of that wasn't appealing at all. "Did you hear me?" "Yeah. Sorry. I was concentrating on these wires" Another lie. He had no idea what he was doing under there. He'd had to shoot the dash half a dozen times to create a hole big enough for him to get into the wires as it was "Is there anything I can do to help?" "No. To be honest I've never had to climb under the dash of one of these. All these wires look the same" They were all black. He could trace them from the controls, but then they disappeared down into the floor where he couldn't get to them "Come out then. We've got about half a varga until we reach our destination. You need to get changed" So they were going with his plan? Lance had zero confidence that they'd be accepted as officers. Both their body types were wildly off. Keith had the height, but failed on the width. Lance had neither. He also wasn't able to stand upright properly thanks to the pain from probing between his legs. Unfortunately none of their escort were carrying any sedatives or drugs the could used to take the pain away. When he failed to reply to Keith, Keith grabbed by the ankle and pulled, Lance barely able to stop from kicking out in defence at the action that sent his pain ricocheting through his abused body. Everything hurt so badly he didn't know how he was still conscious. Coming out from under the dash, Keith was holding his ribs as he straightened up, reminding Lance that he couldn't show any more pain or discomfort to his boyfriend. He needed to pull on his mask and play Leandro. Leandro could do things that Lance could only dream of. Leandro could save Keith, where as Lance would only slow him down. Maybe there was something on one of the officers he could use to hide his face. He felt naked without his body suit, and ashamed of the flickering marks on his cheeks. He'd copped a glimpse of them in the cold metal under the dash, the pulsing blue almost as cruel as Allura who was standing off to the corner with her arms crossed. She'd already scolded him for his behaviour, talking right over Keith as Keith tried to comfort him. He wanted her gone again. He wanted his head freed of her voicing all his horrible innermost thoughts. It wasn't fair that he had to see her, not when he was in this much pain... and not when there was a dead Altean in the back of the ship. She'd never have understood that Keith killing the man had been accident... She would say she would, but he knew better. Biting the insides of his already chewed up cheeks, Lance was slightly proud that he managed not to moan or groan as he climbed to his feet, brushing past Keith as he headed into the back of the shuttle to prepare. They only had one shot at taking the enemy by surprise, so he had to bring his A game. No matter what it cost him, he needed to save Keith. * Dressed in a stolen uniform, Lance had found a black strip of cloth to cover the lower half of his face with. It didn't hide the shaven part of his head, where they'd taken some kind of sample from inside that he really didn't want to think about, but it did hide his ears and muffle his gasp of surprise. Everyone had called the "satellite" a satellite. Having never been there, and given that access was limited to those who worked at the outpost, Lance never imagined it would be as large as it was. With a main planetary body, of glowing purple, in the middle of the station, various walkways extended out to man-made rings. Despite appearing fixed to be fixed in place by said walkways, the rings also appeared to be rotating, though that wasn't possible. "Are you seeing this?" Given he was right beside Keith, the question was stupid "Yeah... I never knew it was so big" "It's a hell of a lot bigger than I expected it to be" "That makes two of us. It's supposed to be Galran in origin, isn't it?" The ion canons mounted on the four "points" visible to them, would confirm that argument "I think so. I don't know about the planet though" "I guess we're about to find out" Cutting through the artificial lights and the darkness of space, a tractor beam was projected from the planet. The shuttle shuddering as it was caught in its beam. This was it. This was go time "We should get in the back. You've got the three blades, don't you?" Keith nodded "Yeah, and the blaster" Shiro hadn't replied, neither had Krolia. With all the hinky time stuff going on out in this sector of space, Lance had no idea how much time had passed for either of them. Or for his team. Daehra wasn't going to be happy "Good. Remember the plan?" "If it moves, take it down. But try to stay out of sight" Keith sounded like he'd repeated the words a million and one times. They hadn't been able to get to the control room of the outpost, and with how wounded they were, they were now focusing on escaping rather than capture. Thought that plan might have to join the others in scrap heap because he had no clear idea how the quiznak anyone could possibly escape when the place looked like death. Maybe they should have just enjoyed the ride in the back? They wouldn't have been subjected to the crushing doom that was flooding through them right now. Lance liked to pretend Keith was feeling just as uncertain as he was, despite the fact Keith had probably done the very same thing in nearly matching circumstances before. He knew his accidental husband had issues with satellites after the Kuron thing, so knew that there was no way Keith was feeling as cool as he looked "Yeah. Right. Let's get ready" Coming to a stop in a small hangar, the door lowered to show no one. Literally, no one. Staying where they were, all Lance could hear was a buzzing noise that had started the moment the ramp had dropped. To him it sounded like ants scurrying around inside his brain. A busy kind of humming that set something inside of him on edge. Waiting on Keith, Keith gave a nod "I'll take lead" Leaving his blaster powered up, Lance nodded. Slipping out the shuttle, Keith scanned the area "It's clear" This didn't make sense. There should have been someone there to great the shuttle. The officers were hired goons who shared a braincell between them. Even a teaspoon was smarter. Not unbelieving of Keith, but rather the situation, Lance raised the blaster to survey the air with the scope. There really was nothing in the docking space... nothing at all "Lance?" "No targets..." Something nagged at him, and it hit on his third sweep of the area "There are no other ships in this hangar... We're going to need to find another way out" Swearing softly, keith ran his fingers through his hair, before scratching at the back of his head "Ok. We'll get up to those gangplanks and follow them through. Hopefully they'll lead to a main corridor or a vent grate" "You have an obsession with vent grates" "It's all about finding what works. Can you make it up the stairs?" One each side of the room was a set of steps leading up to long thin gangplanks. Off centre to the left was what looked like elevator doors. The Cuban was tempted to throw caution to the wind and go for the elevator, yet had no confidence in his own decision making skills "I'll have to be fine, won't I? Let's head out" This was nothing like when they'd drunkenly played at being secret agents on the Atlas. Lance's legs burned, and it was growing increasingly hard to draw a breath. By the time they were halfway up the steps, he was sweating so profusely that he was wondering if this was how Coran felt with a case of the "slipperies". Still, he kept his mouth shut and ignored how good Keith's arse looked as he pressed on. Leandro didn't have time to ogle his teammates. Reaching the top of the steps, Keith immediately turned left to head back along the gangplank towards the elevator. Wiping the sweat out his eyes with bandaged hand, it wasn't until a few ticks later that he could make out what seemed to be a door at the end of it. Trust Keith to find the answer to the question before it was even asked. This is why everyone needed Keith, and no one needed him. He was useless on his own. A failure as team leader, and a failure of a boyfriend. Stumbling on behind Keith, he couldn't get rid of the buzzing or the voice in his head, so chalked them both down to him going through withdrawal again. He'd only taken the bare minimum with him when he'd met up with Th'al. Hiding his injections from her had been awkward, and he'd barely had enough for the trip. All of this was something that had come to mind without invitation and was now spurring on that voice again. God. Why couldn't he stop being a nasty little bitch? Right. Withdrawal. He'd brought all of this on himself. Reaching the door, Keith tried to the handle. Both of them blinking in confusion at the blue light that bathed the corridor ahead of them. It reminded Lance of the ocean... only this blue light was coming from status pod after status pod... that looked eerily like the rows of status pods in the castle... with a sharp, almost mechanical grating noise, the pressure in his head swelled all at once, Lance stumbling hard into the closest pod as both hands went to his head. Something wasn't right. Something wasn't right with all of this... Grabbing Lance by the wrists, Keith pulled his hands away from hair as Lance whimpered. The sounds in his head becoming less like busy worker ants and more like a muddled conversation he couldn't tune into. Released by Keith, he next found himself pushed up by the shoulders against the pod. His boyfriend's lips were moving, but he couldn't hear anything over the noise. Shaking his head, Keith didn't get what was happening "I can't hear you!" Lance had no idea how loud the words were, only that Keith flinched, so he was probably yelling. Starting to speak again, Lance shook his head again at the half-Galra "Something's wrong. We need to go" Releasing the pressure against Lance's shoulders, Keith stepped back to grab up the blaster and push it into his hands. Pointing along the hall, Lance nodded that he got that that was the way Keith was leading them. Moving away from the pod, some kind of guilt niggled at him over being pushed up against what was essentially someone's grave. Turning to look, he found himself eye to eye with a withered Galra. He knew he should look away, but the Galra's eyes were open and he physically couldn't break the connection. The glass between them sliding up, though Lance didn't know. His body seemingly paralysed on the spot... Gradually an image filled his mind, so real that it became his reality. Keith was laying in pool of blood. The Galra missing most of his right side. His internal organs spilling out from where his hands tried to hold them in. Hacking up blood, Keith raised his head to gaze in Lance's direction, bloodied lips forming words that Lance shouldn't have even able to hear perfectly "You did this to me" Five small words that had him screaming. In front of him, a shot came out of nowhere, Keith's brains blown across the ground he was laying on. All at once, everything disappeared. Lance looking down to find blood splattered across the stolen uniform and the Galra dead at his feet. "Lance? Lance, are you back with me?" Swallowing hard, Keith's words were slight clearer, even with the ringing. Had Keith raised his voice, or was this related to the now dead Galra? "Yes... I..." His whole body trembled. He could see Keith in front of him, like the lingering image of whatever that had been had branded itself in his brain. Tilting sideways, Keith caught him before he could hit the ground "What happened?" "You died. You died right there" "Babe, I'm not dead. But we're going to be if we don't move" That... his heart was racing. He could smell blood. He couldn't... Keith like that... it was a very real possibility "Babe, breathe. I'm ok" Keith was starting to fade out again as the buzzing began to grow again. When his boyfriend pulled on his hand, forgetting the whole finger thing, Lance let himself be pulled along. This planet... wasn't a planet... this wasn't right... Pod after pod passed. The lights too painfully familiar. Running into Keith's back, Lance span back to face the way they'd come. If they were being attacked by an enemy in a frontal assault, Keith would have released his hand and charged. Behind them, half a dozen withered aliens stood facing them. Lance beginning to feel himself being drawn into their gazes... images of Keith starting to push into his head. Ripping his gaze away, he hit his left hand back against Keith's leg, focusing on the pain and using that to break the lulling spell "Don't look at them!" Keith didn't move behind him. Spinning back, Lance threw his right arm in front of Keith's face to break his line of sight. All at once, Keith let out a sob and fell to his knees "Don't look at them. They show you bad things!" "Lance..." Ignoring the burning in his legs and the way he landed poorly as he dropped to kneel, Lance looped an arm around Keith's chest and pulled him up, aiming the blaster at the knee of the alien in front of them before firing "Lance..." "Keith, keep your head down, we need to move!" "You were... you were bleeding out... you were pregnant and bleeding out... I... you" "Yeah, buddy. I saw you dying... This ship, its Altean. It's not a planet at all. I can hear something in my head... like it's calling out to me" "Oh god... that was..." "Not real" Telling Keith firmly, Lance dragged him forward "I can walk" "Ok, but don't look them in the eye..." Firing and striking blindly, the numbers were overwhelming, leaving them with no choice but to fall back into the first room that was unlocked. Slamming it behind them, Lance kept his back against it. It was strangely reminiscent of the outpost. People trying to kill them, and the while taking cover in the first room they could. Thankfully no one was hacked to pieces, and there weren't any blue canisters either. The space was clearly a lab, with a clear pipe running down to a stopper over a work bench, inside sat a minimal amount of blue shimmering essence. Quintessence. He didn't need to go any closer to know. Coming to his aid, Keith locked the door by shorting the control panel next to it with one the stolen blades. A control panel they both knew from the castle "This place is Altean?!" Lance nodded, pushing off the door to use the momentum to reach the chair near the work bench. Sitting was a horrible idea, his muscles protesting, but he needed a moment "What the hell is going on here?" Why ask him? Lance had no idea either. This place was supposed to have been under Galra control. It was supposed to have been converted after the end of the war to an ethical containment facility. There was nothing ethical about the withered husks that were chasing them. There was nothing ethical about the tube feeding into the lab they were in. There was nothing ethical about the assault on his mind "Lance?" "Give me a tick" "We don't have a tick. What the quiznak is going on here?" "I don't fucking know! So shut up and let me fucking think!" Snapping at Keith filled him with shame, but Keith had honestly asked for it by pushing. He didn't have any answers for him "This is an Altean ship! Those were Altean pods!" "I know!" "Those people..." "Shut up! I know!" "Did you know about this?! About Altean's involvement?!" Lance balked "What?" "Did you know about any of this?" "How the fuck would I know any of this?! I've never been here!" His head was killing him. The yelling felt as if someone was cleaving an axe into his brain

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99 Question Tag

okay okay I know i got tagged to do this like a month ago on my main blog by @santonicababy iM SORRY LIN ILY BUT THIS WAS SO DAMN LONG

1) DO YOU SLEEP WITH YOUR CLOSET DOORS OPEN OR CLOSED

I sleep in the room where everybodies closets are and they all gotta be closed goddamn do you know how spooky it is to even have one open during the night

2) DO YOU TAKE THE SHAMPOOS AND CONDITIONER BOTTLES FROM HOTELS

my parents do, but alas I don't use them in case they have silicones or sulphates in them because I got a whole lotta curls to protect

3)DO YOU SLEEP WITH YOUR SHEETS TUCKED IN OR OUT?

if this refers to the sheet protecting the mattress, then my answer is in because how the fuck would you be able to sleep with that moving around???

4) HAVE YOU STOLEN A STREET SIGN BEFORE

NO SORRY IM BORING

5)DO YOU LIKE TO USE POST IT NOTES

heck yeah, but for random shit

6) DO YOU EVER CUT OUT COUPONS BUT THEN NEVER USE THEM

nee my parents are fancy fuckers who use the coupons on their phone (our local supermarket has a damn app skskksksk)

7) WOULD YOU RATHER BE ATTACKED BY A BIG BEAR OR A SWARM OF BEES

a bear because its one giant son of a bitch and not millions of tiny motherfuckers and also I've never been stung by a bee and intend to keep it that way because majority of my family seem to be allergic

8) DO YOU HAVE FRECKLES

nope! I have a couple beauty spots on my hands and face but thats kinda it

9) DO YOU ALWAYS SMILE FOR PICTURES

not really but if I've been told to smile then its 200% dead inside

10) WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST PET PEEVE

i find many things annoying

11)DO YOU EVER COUNT YOUR STEPS WHEN YOU WALK

only when i go up and down stairs, but i also try to make sure i step with each foot equally (if that makes sense) and i step on only certain colour tiles when im bored

12) HAVE YOU EVER PEED IN THE WOODS

the real question is have i ever been in the woods? both answers are no

13) HAVE YOU EVER POOPED IN THE WOODS

refer to question 12

14)ummmm idk what this question is meant to be curse you Lin

15)DO YOU CHEW YOUR PENS AND PENCILS

nope, the idea weirds me out

16) HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE YOU SLEPT WITH THIS WEEK

none, this week and in general

17) WHAT SIZE IS YOUR BED

one person and a long yet smol doggo size

18) WHAT IS YOUR SONG OF THE WEEK

Eddie from the Rocky Horror Picture Show has been stuck in my head for the whole week so yeah i guess that

19)IS IT OKAY FOR GUYS TO WEAR PINK

HeLL YEAH DUDE HAVE YOU SEEN RAMI MALEK IN PINK

SKSKSKSKS END MY LIFE

but yeah, anyone can wear anything they want to wear (although a suit made out of meat might not be wise)

20) DO YOU STILL WATCH CARTOONS

dudeeeee scooby doo and tom and jerry are my jam I watch them on the regular (among other things)

21)WHAT IS YOUR LEAST FAVOURITE MOVIE

uhhm idkkkkk I tend to repress bad movies sksksk

22)WHERE WOULD YOU BURY HIDDEN TREASURE IF YOU HAD SOME

idk shove it in the closet ig at least it will be hidden behind my sexuality

23)WHAT DO YOU DRINK WITH DINNER

I usually only drink before or after but ig water??? cooldrink if I'm in a restaurant

24)WHAT DO YOU DIP A CHICKEN NUGGET IN

depends on the nug

25)WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE FOOD

How dare you assume i only have one favourite

tbh it depends cos i love pizza and pasta and stuff but then i cannot live with my granny's curries ksksmks

26) WHAT MOVIES COULD YOU WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN AND STILL LOVE

borhap, sing street, rhps, the natm movies, the harry potter movies, any mcu movies

27)LAST PERSON YOU KISSED/KISSED YOU

ahhahahahahahha bold of you to assume anyone wants to do that

28) WERE YOU EVER A BOY/GIRL SCOUT

nope but I was a catrobat which is basically my preschools acrobatics team that was actually really terrible

29)WOULD YOU EVER STRIP OR POSE NUDE IN A MAGAZINE

nahh m8

30) WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WROTE A LETTER TO SOMEONE ON PAPER

this week for a transactional task at school (It was in Afrikaans and I got a C skskskks)

31)CAN YOU CHANGE THE OIL IN A CAR

omg no

32)EVER GOTTEN A SPEEDING TICKET

not old enough to drive!

33)EVER RAN OUT OF GAS

my parents never have for as long as i can remember

34)WHATS YOUR FAVOURITE KINDA SANDWHICH

cheese because I am actually John Deacon

35)BEST THING TO EAT FOR BREAKFAST

MUFFINS!!!!

36)WHAT IS YOUR USUAL BEDTIME

school nights its 11pm otherwise i dont have one lol

37)ARE YOU LAZY

YES BUT MY LAZINESS MAKES ME ANXIOUS OOF

38)WHEN YOU WERE A KID WHAT DID YOU DRESS UP AS FOR HALLOWEEN

we dont celebrate that here but i rly want to it seems fun!

39)WHAT IS YOUR CHINESE ASTROLOGICAL SIGN

Ram, which is really cool because im an Aries, so I'm sheep squared

40)HOW MANY LANGUAGES CAN YOU SPEAK

English, Afrikaans (at a basic highschool level), I could speak very vERY basic isiZulu when I was younger but I'm not sure about now, I know a bit of French and Telugu, and I'm gonna start learning Hindi soon!!

41) DO YOU HAVE ANY MAGAZINE SUBSCRIPTIONS

nee

42) WHICH ARE BETTER, LEGOS OR LINCOLN LOGS

i didn't play much with legos and i have no idea what the second one is rip

43)ARE YOU STUBBORN

to an extent

44)WHO IS BETTER, LENO OR LETTERMAN

I kept reading Leno as Lenin ffs

45)EVER WATCH SOAP OPERAS

I watch them occasionally with my granny, but I don't keep up with them very well (Kasamh Se is my shit tho)

46)ARE YOU AFRAID OF HEIGHTS

no, im afraid of falling in general tho

47) DO YOU SING IN THE CAR

My dad and I bop frequently to Never Gonna Give You Up in the car, and also classic bollywood songs (we have even learnt the choreography for some)

48)DO YOU SING IN THE SHOWER

i perform

49) DO YOU DANCE IN THE CAR

well theres not exactly much space

50)EVER USED A GUN

nope

51)LAST TIME YOU GOT A PORTRAIT TAKEN BY A PHOTOGRAPHER

not sure

52)DO YOU THINK MUSICALS ARE CHEESY

most are but thats why i like them

53) IS CHRISTMAS STRESSFUL

we don't celebrate because we're not Christian (we still eat a lot and exchange presents tho), but it can get stressful if we have to visit extended family, mostly because my extended family loves to insult everything about me so thats great!

54)EVER EAT A PIEROGI

not i good sir

55) FAVOURITE TYPE OF FRUIT PIE

never had one, it doesnt appeal to me

56) OCCUPATIONS YOU WANTED TO BE WHEN YOU WERE A KID

a vet

57)DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS

i am a ghost

58)EVER HAD A DEJA-VU FEELING

not that i remember

59)DO YOU TAKE A VITAMIN DAILY

yes, I take a multi vitamin, a vitamin D pill because I'm vitamin D deficient, and im not sure if this is a vitamin or not but i take evening primrose oil so that im not outwardly a bitch due to pms

60)DO YOU WEAR SLIPPERS

i wear slipper socks, because my doggo got jealous of my doggie slippers and murdered them in cold blood

61)DO YOU WEAR A BATH ROBE

i have one and rarely use it because i forget it exists

62)WHAT DO YOU WEAR TO BED

a random shirt and pants, though ive been known to kick pants off (ive been doing that since birth), occasionally i manage to get the matching pj set

63)WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CONCERT

ive unfortunately never been to a concert before

64)WALMART TARGET OR KMART

ive never seen any of these stores in my country

65)NIKE OR ADIDAS

i own neither

66) CHEETOS OR FRITOS

neither

67)PEANUTS OR SUNFLOWER SEEDS

Peanuts because thats my doggos name!

68) EVER HEARD OF THE GROUP TRES BIEN

no sorry

69)EVER TAKE DANCE LESSONS

i went to a bhangra class for about a year, and we performed for our parents at the end of that year (i was in one of the few groups that didnt have to dance in lehengas thank goodness)

70)IS THERE A PROFESSION YOU PICTURE

YOUR FUTURE SPOUSE DOING

probably something creative, but I don't mind as long as they're happy with what they're doing and its not harming others!

71)CAN YOU CURL YOUR TONGUE

yep

72)EVER WON A SPELLING BEE

never entered one, having to spell out loud makes me anxious

73)HAVE YOU EVER CRIED BECAUSE YOU WERE SO HAPPY

i think so

74)OWN ANY RECORD ALBUMS

nope

75)OWN A RECORD PLAYER

i wish

76)DO YOU REGULARLY BURN INCENSE

my granny burns incense while I'm at school because my mom and i both get really sick when its just been lit and the smell is strong. Going to the temple is a damn nightmare because of it

77)EVER BEEN IN LOVE

no, too busy fangirling

78)WHO WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE IN CONCERT

oof a long list

Queen, Twenty One Pilots, Waterparks, Frank Iero and the Future Violents (ffs fronk stop changin the name), Panic! at the Disco...to name a few

79)WHAT WAS THE LAST CONCERT YOU SAW

refer to question 63

80)HOT TEA OR COLD TEA

both

81)TEA OR COFFEE

coffee

82)SUGAR COOKIES OR SNICKERDOODLES

sugar cookies

83)CAN YOU SWIM WELL

i wouldn't drown, but im no professional either

84)CAN YOU HOLD YOUR BREATH WITHOUT HOLDING YOUR NOSE

im doing it right now

85)ARE YOU PATIENT

eh

86)DJ OR BAND AT A WEDDING

I've only ever been to Hindi,Tamil and Telugu weddings and lemme tell you 90% of the time bands flop at those weddings because they can't sing the classics without failing miserably, so DJs are generally better. However, in that case, if a band can perform those songs, then I'd prefer a band ig

87)EVER WON A CONTEST

yep, a couple of reading contests

88)HAVE YOU EVER HAD PLASTIC SURGERY

nope, not planning on it

89)WHICH ARE BETTER, BLACK OR GREEN OLIVES

dont like olives rip

90)CAN YOU KNIT OR CROCHET

i can knit!

in fact, my friends and i are so cool that we're in our schools knitting club (which besides myself, @grandfunnyemopainter and @imjustabruh , only has 2 other members)

91)BEST ROOM FOR A FIREPLACE

lounge or study/library

92)DO YOU WANT TO GET MARRIED

i guess, its not on my goal list tho

93)IF MARRIED, HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN MARRIED

no

94)WHO WAS YOUR HIGHSCHOOL CRUSH

currently in highschool, and in love with the borhap cast, sebastian stan, stephanie beatriz and band members (theres more but yeah)

95)DO YOU CRY AND THROW A FIT UNTIL YOU GET YOUR OWN WAY

nope, i have only two ways to deal, be a total pushover or a total bitch

96)DO YOU HAVE KIDS

nope

97)DO YOU WANT KIDS

kind of undecided, but i do want more pets

98)WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE COLOUR

Dark Blue

99)DO YOU MISS ANYONE RIGHT NOW

my dog, shes been ignoring me for about four hours now because I stayed at school for an extra hour (for knitting club!)

@softspaceboibrian @roger-taylor-owns-my-wigg @im-inlovewithmycar do it cowards

[princess-of-the-corner]

Human After All: I'd like to know more about A) Al's first meeting with Greed and him asking how Greed knows "Solaris", B) Lust's reaction when Greed is dragged back home, and C) Briggs Shenanigans.

Woo!

Al meeting Greed and asking about Solaris:

The Devil's Nest plot kicks off like it does. And when Al notices Greed has the same Ouroboros tattoo that "Solaris" has, he asks if Greed knows her or what happened to her.

Greed's just like "damn that takes me back" and says how they're family, but he left years ago.

Al's like "oh so you're Richard!", which sends the Chimeras laughing because Greed being called "Richard" is hilarious.

Greed's like "well yeah that was my alias. Just like hers is Solaris. But she actually mentioned me?"

Al's like "yeah she said you left and she misses you.". Which. Greed pauses at because sure it might be just part of the "Solaris" act. Half truths work better than lies so they all had aliases that they could use to talk about as a fake background family but... How much was truth and how much was just for cover.

He brushes that off and is just like "well sorry kid. She was using you for something. Her real name's Lust and she's a Homunculus like me!". That leads into Greed showing off the whole... Can't really die thing. And all that.

And Greed doesn't know /exactly/ what Lust's undercover thing was, but that's what they did. Play a "normal human" to manipulate them into helping their plan.

Al... Doesn't entirely believe him. But There's not really any other explaination. Which hurts so much.

Greed being dragge back home:

Oh boy. So Greed definitly mentions the previous conversation with Al when taunting the rest of the Sins Crew. How now the boy knows what Lust is, both in "being not Human" and in "just using him".

Lust, oddly, feels guilt at this. Because deep down she knows that not all of what she did was manipulation. And she would much rather have them think that "Solaris" just... Disappeared instead of knowing the truth.

She watches as Greed is dunked into the lava pit. And it's a reminder. Greed let himself pretend to be Human, left the Family and did his own thing. And this is what happens. It'll be what happens to her if she lets it go on further.

Briggs Shenanigans:

Oh boy like. Everything about this is wild.

At this point, Lust has joined back with Ed and Al and she's somewhere between "I'm not helping you take down Father I just don't want you to get killed" and actually helpful.

The groups put on duty smacking down icicles because theyre a hazard and as soon as the Briggs soldiers aren't looking Lust just uses the Ultimate Spear and gets it done in seconds. Rip.

The Briggs arc is when Sloth shows up!

Instead of bringing in the tank, Lust just sees what's going on and jumps in like "hey fuckers stop shooting for .5 seconds!". It doesn't work at first but Olivier can tell that Lust seems to know what she's doing so gives the cease fire order.

You know how kindly Lust talks to Gluttony? She's like that with Sloth too. Just very kind and soft words and a "how about you take a nap, dear, I won't tell Father!" And Sloth is just knocked the fuck out asleep.

Yeah she kinda is forced to explain that to Olivier. She keeps anyone from going down into the tunnel Sloth came out of because she knows that Pride might be listening.

At this point, Ed and Al figure out enough of the plan with the whole country-wide transmutation circle that Lust says "fuck it" and spills the rest of the beans about Xerxes.

Later, Lust watching Olivier murder General Raven: "She could stab me and I would thank her."

Also I know I listed it as a seperate plot point but just. Lust fucking with Kimblee.

He knows who she is on sight but she just pulls another Gaslight, Gatekeep Girlboss trick and pretends "nope! Normal girl Solaris and definitly not the Homunculus you talked to years ago nope! Not at all!".

The hilarious part is it actually works for a bit and Kimblee is so fucking confused.

#human after all #haa au