#dumbasses own a cellphone AU

[of-pale]

If Nero has 200 IQ, this is the phone he’d gift to the twins.

Yep, the myth, the legend, the one and only indestructible force in the universe - Nokia 3310. I think it would be hilarious if Nero gave the twins one phone, because:

a) they need to learn to share

b) by combining their singular brain cells together into a rich commonwealth of two, they might just figure out how to work the phone

Of course, the indestructibile nature of this phone is a necessary feature. Now, you might be wondering why?

Nero decides to give the twins a call, maybe invite them over for dinner. After only a minute of waiting, Dante picks up. The background echoes with gunshots, exclamations of 'schum’ and menacing demon screams in a clear indication that the twins were out on a job.

“Hey, what's up, kid?”

“Uh sorry, you busy?”

“Never too busy for my favourite nephew.”

“I'm your only nephew.”

“Doesn't make it less true.”

“Suuure. Look, can you pass the phone to Vergil? I need to ask him something.”

“Aw, you're breaking my heart. Here I thought we had something special.”

Next, Nero hears demon screeches growing louder. A loud crack. Some shuffling noises before Vergil calmly answers the call.

Now it's time to play a game of ‘guess what the hell happened there’!

If you guessed - ‘Dante, being Dante, decided to showcase his phone-passing skills by bouncing it off a demon’s skull over to Vergil’ - then you're correct! A clear example of why the twins need a phone that can endure some serious beating. I'm also a firm believer that the Nokia could double as a weapon of great destruction in the field. I doubt getting hit with that brick on the head was easy to shrug off for the unlucky demon.

Real question though, what would the twins set Nero's ringtone as? And vice versa, Nero's ringtone for twins? (I know, I know, Nokia 3310 doesn't have a custom ringtone feature, but shhhh.. Nico works her miracles on the phone.)

Depeche Mode - Personal Jesus?

I mean, teeeechnically the twins are sons of a god? Or could it be Vergil referring to Nero as his son?

Guns N’ Roses - Sweet Child O’ Mine?

Need I say more? Although it would be hilarious if Nero set it as a ringtone for the twins.

He sighs deeply upon hearing the familiar ringtone, knowing it could entail anything from a world-ending cataclysm to another petty squabble. So he pauses his conversation with a Fortuna resident, saying, “Sorry, I gotta get this. Kids are calling.”

“Awww, and how have the orphans settled in?”

“Huh? No, my other kids.”

The Fortunan looks at him in confusion just as Nero finally picks up the call and starts pacing.

“What's up, dipshit?”

“Sounds like a you problem to me.”

“What? No, I won't talk to Vergil for you. What are you, five?”

“Look, you fucked yourself into that problem; you can fuck yourself out of it.”

Nero quickly drops the call and turns back to the person he was speaking to. “Sorry about that.” The resident only gives him a weird stink-eye, and Nero finally catches on to what's the issue. He coughs awkwardly and tries to smooth the situation, “Forty-year-old children, am I right?”

Ghostbusters theme?

Depends on how common knowledge demons are. The Sparda's might be ‘ghostbusters’ as in the myth catchers for hire.

Yeah, I'm gonna stop this long rambling shitpost here. Otherwise, I could keep listing ringtones on and on.

#dmc #devil may cry #master rambler #the unstoppable force of Nokia 3310 #dumbasses own a cellphone AU #rated T for Nero's mouth #ruin your Fortuna rep in one simple step #be Nero

[andrea-lyn]

The Recs (Less Travelled)

I’m excited to bring you the first installment of my ‘roads less travelled’ recs! I will be doing another round of this, probably once the Ted Lasso fic tag hits about 25 pages, and then I’ll also grab a couple more fandoms to collect in there! 

The Rules:

Each fandom/pairing was sorted on Archive of Our Own by completed works. Anything recced here was not in the first ten pages when sorted by kudos at the time of reccing. There may be some more well-known authors on this list, but the specific fics I’ve picked are ones that didn’t crack that top ten or just didn’t get much traction and I think deserve it, so hopefully I have also balanced it out with other under the radar (and still great!) works. As ever, I have a pinned post of my other recs (none have been duplicated from there), so you can also check those out! Under the cut you’ll find 10 recs in each fandom for:

Raven Cycle

Roswell New Mexico

The Old Guard

Inception

Star Trek (mainly Kirk/McCoy)

The Raven Cycle

savor all the little pieces by littlelionvanz

“Since when do you garden?”

Ronan snorted, “Since I grew up on a fucking farm, genius. Jesus who gave you permission to pursue higher education.”

the old grip of the familiar by littleseal

"There is a single black feather and a printed out picture of Gansey, Blue and Cheng standing in front of some fucking monument Ronan didn’t care enough to remember the name of. Gansey sent it to Ronan’s phone some time ago, but it sat in his messages until Adam picked it up and grinned at it so hard that, one afternoon later, Ronan cursed and kicked and glared his old printer back to life in order to print it out.

Fuck, he thinks, I’m in love with a hoarder."

Adam collects things. Ronan is in love with him.

No Sweeter Innocence Than Our Gentle Sin by gansey_is_our_king

Ronan Lynch has wanted to kiss Adam Parrish for a long time.

(alternately titled: four times that Ronan could have kissed Adam)

Cheers to Another Seven Years! by skyermirth

Adam left Henrietta for Harvard and never returned. Now, seven years has passed, and an unexpected work assignment has brought him back to a place and people he hardly recognizes.

Row, row, row your boat by emmerrr

“What. Why are you smiling at me,” he says suspiciously.

Adam shrugs. “You’re cute.”

“I’m not cute, I’m terrifying.”

“Terrifyingly cute,” Adam says.

and now the world is ours to take / and every single move is ours to make by thatlittleblackcat

"Adam was the scientist, Ronan was the data, and Orphan Girl was the key that explained the strange outliers that Ronan presented, his previously unexplainable actions."

//

Adam sorts out his feelings, Ronan helps him, Gansey is the number one dad friend, Blue is the number one mom friend and Henry tries to make Ronan smile. Otherwise known as the story of how Orphan Girl became Opal.

All These Things You Make Me Feel by SilverOpals394

It was late. Adam could feel the long day catching up to him as he left Boyd’s, all his energy exhausted. When he started his car, the tape deck whirred to life once more. He sighed and raised his hand to turn it off, but before he did a soft melody began to play.

AU in which the mixtape Ronan made for Adam only plays the murder squash song until Adam realizes he's in love with Ronan, too.

Ways to Communicate by Jalules

Blue Sargent reflects on an early memory (and gets busy with her boyfriends.)

(The two things are related, trust me.)

Hold Me Closer, I'm Safe in Your Arms by actuallyronanlynch

“You wanna tell me why I had to hear from Henry Cheng that my boyfriend was at the hospital?” Adam hissed, though his voice wasn’t as acidic as it could’ve been. Ronan took small victories where he could.

“You don’t have a cellphone,” Ronan pointed out flatly. “It’s not like I could’ve gotten a hold of you.”

arts and crafts and the inevitability of death by sunshineinthestorm

Adam comes to the public library in search of a study spot, not a boyfriend. 

But it must be his lucky day—because he ends up with a bit of both.

 Roswell New Mexico

a conversation between insignificant others by Bellakitse

“Hey…have you noticed that our boyfriends are madly in love with each other?"

“You noticed that too, huh,” she answers dryly, letting out a huff of reluctant amusement.

***

Forrest and Maria share a drink and a conversation and start a friendship.

Own Personal Hell by BeStillMySlashyHeart

Now that Isobel's getting the hang of her telekinesis, Michael decides to test out his telepathic abilities. It backfires. Badly. Now Michael's trapped inside his own mind and only one person can break him out.

Drop the Hammer by brightloveee

Max makes a new friend at the shooting range, who turns out to be even more bad-ass than he expected.

(Takes place mid-S1)

Boys Like You by forgadgetsandgizmos

Curly, dirty blond hair (the mere description ‘curly’ felt like an injustice) twisted in every direction off his head, a sharp contrast with the scruff darkening his strong jawline and scowl-ridden face.

Alex made a mental note to compliment Maria on her excellent taste in men.

—

Or, Alex has coffee with Maria's one-night stand, a man who he definitely does not have a crush on.

let's exchange the experience by lostin_space

Michael decides they need to quarantine.

OR

Michael floods Alex with love and care over and over and over.

This Is Hardcore by Anonymous

Michael makes a proposal. Alex accepts. Michael wonders what the hell he’s gotten himself into.

i don't know what to think (but i think of supernovas) by Milzilla

michael discovers that the console can talk. then, he discovers it can do far more than that.

iridescence on skin by Lire_Casander

In a world where (almost) everyone has a tattoo on their right wrist with one set of coordinates that point to the place where their soulmate is born, Alex thought he wouldn't be any different. He couldn't be more mistaken.

He has two.

The Real Thing by elliebird

Max checks on Michael the morning after Michael saves Max’s ass from Wyatt Long and his dumbass buddies. He sees more than he’s supposed to.

Written for a Tumblr anon who one of their friends walking in on them or anyone of them finding out about Michael and Alex in an interesting way 

Sundering by romancandles 

“You know it was just an Air Force balloon, right?” says Alex.

Michael smirks. “That’s what they want you to think,” he says, with a wink.

The Old Guard

Peer Reviewed by ishandahalf

[From:] Journal of Medieval Studies ([email protected])

[Subject:] Ad-hoc note from the editor

I have noticed an uncommon level of animosity in your responses to your reviewers (or rather, one reviewer in particular). I am writing to ask if you would please do your best to keep your interactions civil. In fairness, I have also sent a similar request to the reviewer you seem to have this friction with. I trust you will both try and remain more professional in the future.

Again, thank you for submitting your work to this journal.

Sincerely,

James Copley, PhD

Editor-in-Chief

Journal of Medieval Studies

An (accidental) academic epistolary romance as (inadvertently) documented via a (theoretically) rigorously blinded peer review process.[citation needed]

third for a word and the song keeps going Macremae

It was honestly shaping up to be a pretty uneventful year before the Vatican got on Nicky’s bad side.

Or: three times in 2008 that the team genuinely thought about killing Nicky if only to get him to shut up about the changes to the Catholic English Mass and his unrelenting opinions on them, and one time Nile did.

Apex Predators In Island Ecosystems (Freeman et al., in press) by Sixthlight

Palaeobotany PhD student Nile Freeman and her supervisor Joe al-Kaysani are invited to billionaire Stephen Merrick’s new project – a theme park full of cloned dinosaurs. What could possibly go wrong?

This Rough Magic by Marivan

When Joe came to Scotland to study the sea, he did not expect to also encounter a beautiful man claiming that A. he’s a selkie and B. they’re married because Joe picked up his scarf.

It sounds like a fairy tale and that’s a problem. Because Joe’s a scientist. And selkies don’t exist.

Wars for the broken by Yuliares

Five years into his exile, Booker is joined by a companion he never expected to meet. Together, they try to work on healing.

Sometimes they go down to the sewers just so she can scream and scream. “I like to hear it echo,” she explains. “Underwater, you can’t hear anything. Here, at least I can be heard.”

“I don’t feel like a warrior anymore,” she tells him, throwing bread crumbs at pigeons. “I feel broken.”

“You’re still a warrior,” he says roughly. “This is still fighting.”

a good (eighth) impression by deanniker

Over the next few months, Joe runs into Nicky every so often at the farmer’s market. Some weekends Nicky doesn’t make it, because of his work schedule - Joe doesn’t understand it because he doesn’t ask, though he does start to recognize when one of those missing weekends is coming up because Nicky will stock up on things with longer shelf-life. When they do run into each other, they make small talk and move through the stalls together.

Joe doesn’t mention it to Lykon when he stops by, because it is kind of weird, that Lykon’s ex-boyfriend texts Joe things like - If you’re here, the apples look particularly good this week and thank you for that recipe, I did not know what I was going to do with that much couscous

Or,

Joe wouldn't usually consider starting anything with his best friend's ex, but as long as they keep it casual, it shouldn't be weird... right?

get back to where you once belonged by tenderjock

Nile takes a sip of her cappuccino and closes her eyes.

(Booker and Nile get that coffee. Life happens, along the way.)

a house; a home by mehm

“Is this a kidnapping?” Joe asks as Nicky checks both their seat belts. “Like, I don’t mind. It’s just not quite what I expected for my birthday.”

In which Joe gets a birthday surprise, because that’s the stuff you have time for when you and the love of your life become mortal at the same time.

the ties that bind by damaskrose

“There’s a story I heard many times,” Andy begins, “in the Mediterranean. Threads of fate and three sisters. One to spin, one to measure, and one to cut.”

Clutter And Croutons by flawedamythyst

Joe and Nicky have an argument, and then Nicky talks to Nile about what it really means to be in a relationship for 900 years.

Inception

My Big Fat Slightly Annoying Wedding by jibrailis

Arthur and Eames elope for ~tax reasons. Certain people in their lives are not happy at the lack of a wedding.

Remember Sydney by pathera

When Eames shambles into the safe house outside of London, he finds a red light blinking on the phone.

For the inception_kink prompt:

Arthur is on a plane which is about to crash. No way anyone is going to survive. Instead of panicking he calmly calls the team's office and gets the answering machine. He hangs up before the plane crashes.

Give me Arthur's last message to the team.

 (TW: Character Death / Angst)

Of Such Deceitfulness and Suavity by delires

In which emotions manifest themselves in unusual ways.

YO, K2tog (it's like a code) by lazulisong

“Oh my God,” moans Arthur. “I’ve paid less for Somnacin. Good Somnacin.” A horrible thought strikes him. “How much is the yarn --”

“I want you to have an unguarded reaction,” Eames tells him, and pulls him up from the floor.

(They run an extraction on a knitter.)

hit the ground running by orphan_account

"I travelled halfway around the world for you. I dealt with the French for you."

Valley by wldnst

It's an old story: a knight, a prince, a kingdom in peril.

If This Is Rain Let It Fall On Me and Drown Me by Brangwen

We used to be so brave, Eames thought. Of the two of them, Arthur had always been the more fearless.

a gentle familiarity by jollypuppet

Two weeks later, Eames is on his doorstep with bad Italian takeout and a grin, and Arthur tells him he can sleep on the couch.

Your Crisis Cannot Be Completed As Dialed by sevenimpossiblethings

Arthur doesn't do snow, Ariadne is determined to be as Midwestern as possible, and blizzards make cell phone service unreliable.

Let’s Say I Do (I Do) by xsilverdreamsx

There were, perhaps some things worse that this, Arthur thinks, as he glares at the letter in his hand with his name printed clearly in bold ink, indicating his presence in two weeks for his esteemed marriage to one William H. Eames, III, at St. Catherine's Church in London, England.

Star Trek (predominantly Kirk/McCoy)

Show the World That Something Good Can Work by knune

Leonard McCoy is a doctor, not a personal assistant, and maybe that's why he can't stand working for Jim Kirk.

It's in the little things by winterover

Bones is bemused by a persistent secret admirer.

"Wedding" Away with It by pendrogon

One morning, Bones wakes up and he's single. By the same afternoon, he's married to Jim Kirk for Arbitrary Fic Reasons(TM).

How Long Will You Stay (For Your Whole Life) by withthepilot

Jim Kirk, deputy director of the Enterprise parks and recreation department, sees all of his hard work fall to pieces when budget specialist Leonard McCoy arrives from the state capital to cut Jim's budget and threaten the livelihoods of his colleagues. But thanks to a major parks project, Leonard finds a place in the department, as well as in Jim's life—and when all is said and done, Jim doesn't want him to leave.

All-Time Favorite by mardia

What to do when your best friend suddenly starts making new friends. 

Joy Ride by Cards_Slash

While running for their lives from an alien species Kirk had accidentally enraged, they come across a car. And well, if you were to come across a car while being chased by aliens that wanted you dead, and you possessed some lingering knowledge of how to drive a car similar to said car, you would have decided to drive it toward the nearest cliff too.

Also a gunfight.

Syncytia by epistolic

He’d signed up for Starfleet on an impulse, but Starfleet meant James Tiberius Kirk: the first – and second, and third, and fourth – big mistake of Leonard McCoy’s life.

Renovation by canistakahari

Jim has a whammy put on him by an alien death ray and he suddenly craves domesticity. He's crazy with longing to shop at space!Ikea and get potted bamboo and he starts looking into adopting AND HE HATES HIMSELF AND CANNOT CONTROL THE SHIT. Luckily, McCoy is drunk all the time and plays house.

17:08 by butterflycell

She'd watched the news holos with a sick feeling, searching for information that was completely obvious in its absence. Amidst the reports of the the Enterprise's miraculous recovery and the damages sustained, there had been next to nothing about the crew or her captain. Jim had been mentioned only in passing, his name shied away from as his first officer limited interaction to the bare essentials.

The Honey of Hybla by shrift

"Bones, prepare to be my date."

#recs #fic recs #recs project #star trek recs #inception recs #the raven cycle recs #the old guard recs #roswell new mexico recs

[pockou]

meet cute

characters ; zeke jaeger x nb!reader

warnings ; none

! college au !

a/n : i got this idea from @erencore ! go check her out (please please read her dni before following her tho!!)

after literally what felt like the longest lecture he’s ever been in, zeke finally was allowed to leave the room and set off to find lunch. he was paying no mind to his surroundings, too busy looking down at his cellphone . his dumbass for a brother got in trouble during his own lecture and now had to stay and clean up and was now begging for zeke to wait for him — god knows what eren did this time, he always was in trouble somehow which bothered zeke to no end. before he new it, zeke was bumping into someone and sending them to the floor.

“shit, sorry! are you alright?” upon realizing who he had bumped into he felt even more guilty, being he had his next lecture with them and he had taken some interest but just left it be so he could pay attention to his studies.

“mhm, i’m fine!” zeke was dumbfounded, he had just knocked them over and they werent pissed? he bent down to help them gather their books which he totally just knocked to the floor.

“oh, i’m zeke jaeger by the way.”

“yeah i know, we have a lecture together!” what was he thinking — of course they knew. now he probably looked like a douche who payed no attention.

“oh. right.” he scratched at the nape of his neck while half-smiling at them. they returned it which left him speechless.

“wanna get lunch? we can walk to out lecture together!”

“yeah.. sure!” zeke lent them a hand and helped them up before they headed off completely forgetting to wait for eren.

#zeke jaeger #zeke x reader #aot x reader #aot college #modern au

[keichan]

Running Through the Night Tsukishima x fem!reader

Part 1: Late Nights

You and Tsukishima have been friends for as long as you two could remember. With a very unexpected confession, how will this affect you two? 

Authors note: This is my first fic in years so I am very excited! Please be kind! I know this chapter is quite short, but it is just a general set up. Everything after this will be much longer (:

Word count: 767

Genre: college au, unrequited love, angst, best friends to lovers, fluff somewhere in there, mutual pining

Warnings: manga time skip!!!

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You look up to the door of your apartment opening to see Tsukishima Kei. He was visibly exhausted dressed in plaid pajama pants and a loose fitting T-Shirt.

“Sorry I came so late tonight. Practice ran really late since we have the tournament coming up,” he yawned, closing the door gently behind him. You glance up to smile at him, “Don’t sweat it, Kei. You know I don’t mind.” 

He walks into the kitchen to grab a glass of water and returns to sit next to you on the couch. You press play on the show that you two have been binging over the last few weeks. 

A comfortable silence coats the room as the show continues to play. Around the third episode you start to notice Kei’s head start slightly dipping. Each time his chin would dip into his chest he would jerk back up.

“Kei, if you’re too tired I can go ahead and turn it off.”

“I’m not tired dumbass, I’m just resting my eyes,” he sighed at you. “I’m just-“ he gently placed his head on your lap and straightened his legs on the couch,”-going to rest my eyes for a few.” You stifle a laugh as you see the annoyance on his face, but it instantly sinks away from his features. In not even ten seconds he was out like a light. You reach over him and grab the remote to turn the TV off. You reach over Tsukishima’s face to take his glasses off and place them on the table beside you.

You look down and smile at how soft his features are when he sleeps, releasing quiet snores from his mouth. He looked so peaceful.

You two have been best friends for as long as you can remember. All throughout grade school you and Tsukishima have been attached at the hip. Living in the same neighborhood had always been a blessing. Walking to and from school everyday. Eating dinner with each other’s family. Meeting Yamaguchi. Showing support at every game you could go to. Endless study sessions together The three of you graduating from Karasuno together. Now the three of you have your own apartments around Sendai, going to college, balancing jobs, and being active in the volleyball world.

Ever since you and Tsukishima were young you two would host weekly movie nights for whenever it was convenient for you two. For the last few weeks it's been difficult to plan sense Tsukishima has been having multiple extended practices, consistently dipping late into the evening, so it wasn’t too surprising to see him fall asleep so suddenly.

You unconsciously run your fingers through his hair, staring into nothing as you idly think. Tsukishima quietly stirs under before shifting onto his side to sling an arm over your waist and snuggle closer to you, gravitating towards your touch You suppress your laughter. He had always slept like a toddler.

 Eventually you drift off into your own peaceful slumber.

Tsukishima slowly blinks the sleep out of his eyes to feel a slight weight on his face. He gently reaches up to grab it and notices it’s a hand. He looks up to see the blurry outline of your face and feels his ears burn red. He carefully pats the table beside the two of you and grabs his glasses placing them on just to look up at your face. You’re so beautiful. He reaches back to your hand and rests his hand on it gently. Small moments like these... He truly never wanted them to end.

It was the morning before Tsukishima’s tournament and he did not need to be at the Sendai arena until 2pm. You, Yamaguchi and Tsukishima had all agreed to meet for an early breakfast since you and Yamaguchi were unable to make it to the game in the evening.

He had already arrived a few minutes early and was waiting on you and Yamaguchi to arrive. He turned his head to the sound of your laugh with a large smile on his face. To you, you had always believed your laugh was ugly and obnoxious, but to him, it was the sound of the most wonderful music he could ever fathom to listen to.

As soon as the smile reached his eyes, it dropped in an instant with a sharp pang to his chest. 

There you were, leaning on Yamaguchi’s arm walking through the entrance of the restaurant, looking at something on his cellphone. As soon as Yamaguchi and Tsukishima’s eyes met, Yamaguchi instantly straightened out of his relaxed expression. 

“Hey, Tsuki! Good morning!”

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#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu tsukishima #tsukishima x y/n #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima #tsukishima kei #angst #mutual pining #unrequited love #friends to lovers #haikyuu college au

[bangtan-gal]

In the Past

Bang Chan x Fem!Reader

Guardian Angel!AU Word Count: 2.4k Warnings: swearing, angst, fluff, mentions of death, mentions of rough pasts

In the past, you had a best friend that stood at your side at all times. In the past, you were happy and always smiling. In the past, you didn’t rely on coffee and ibuprofen to survive. In the past, you lost your best friend to your own mistake.

So maybe that was the reason you were drunk off your ass, sitting on the edge of a rooftop, crying your heart out. There was a light breeze and it was warm, like a lightweight blanket. The sky was just clearing up from the storm and the half-dark, half-light pink sky was a perfect reflection of the blizzard attacking your mind.

You lost your job, your house, and your mother all in the span of one week. Your life was falling apart at the seams. You sighed and then stared at the empty vodka bottle in your hand. A scream ripped up from your throat and you threw it as far as you could. The sky rumbled.

“Yeah, well fuck you too universe!” You snapped, flipping off the retreating storm. “You keep doing these awful things to me, knowing I’m too much of a wimp to actually end myself.”

The sky didn’t reply this time, but it wasn’t silent for long. Your phone dinged, lighting up and dragging your attention to it. A text message from your old roommate was present on your lock screen. 

Mina: hey, i heard the news. Was wondering if you wanted a place to stay?

Your hands shook as you held your phone. Part of you just wanted to start sobbing again, but this time from relief. Mina and you had never been close, but she’d always been nice. You replied and then stood up, managing to walk to the access door and stumble your way down the stairs to your car. Your car was stuffed to the brim with bags of your stuff—only the stuff you could pack up in the few short hours you had. 

“Are you actually gonna drive drunk?”

A man with blonde hair leaned against the car parked beside yours. An unlit cigarette hung between his lips. He raised a dark, slit eyebrow at you, brown eyes sparkling underneath them. He looked familiar, but in your state, your memory had no reason to work. You frowned, staring at your car. You fished through your pockets for your keys, actually willing to let this complete stranger drive you to Mina’s. 

“And you’re gonna let a stranger drive you home at night?” He asked again, his voice dripping with sarcasm. You frowned at him and then tossed your keys at him. Shock raced through his face and he scrambled to catch them.

“Don’t be an asshole and take back your offer,” you slurred, waving him off. He unlocked the car and then helped you into the passenger’s seat. It was dark so you missed the worried sparkle in his deep eyes. Although if you’d seen it, you wouldn’t have believed your eyes. Nobody worried about you. They all helped you for their own benefit. 

Human nature caused ulterior motives.

“So can you give me directions to the place you’re going?” He asked, slowly turning the car on. His face was illuminated orange by the lights on the dashboard.

“You take a left,” you mumbled.

He frowned. “When? Right now?” You opened your mouth but found that you couldn’t remember, so instead, you shrugged.

“Hell if I know,” you huffed. The stranger stared at you, almost as if he couldn’t believe his luck. He’d successfully found a dumbass! Yay him!

“Look,” you said, “you find Mina’s place and I’m gonna take a nap.”

“Wait—”

You were already asleep.

You woke up in a bed, practically drowning under piles of blankets. Your head was spinning and you felt like you were gonna throw up. A loud groan rumbled from you and you rolled over, shielding your eyes from the absurd sunlight bursting through the window. 

“Ugh, took you forever!” If you didn’t feel like your brain was about to explode, you would’ve jumped out of bed and screamed.

Mina sat at the foot of your bed, fully dressed and ready for the day. She had her cellphone balanced in one perfectly manicured hand and an aspirin bottle in the other. She tossed the medicine at you and then pointed to the glass of water on the nightstand. It had almost a year since you’d last seen her and you were surprised. She looked a lot different.

“Thanks a ton.” Your throat burned.

“You shouldn’t thank me, you should be thanking the blonde cutie who carried you here,” she commented, standing up. She was skinnier. “I should be shouting at you for being so irresponsible and letting a total stranger drive you home, but honestly, I’m more impressed because he was hot and polite. Dealt with your whining as if it didn’t even bother him.”

She glanced at the clock.

“I gotta scoot, but try to take care of yourself. Your car keys are on the table and you know where everything is, so…” she shrugged and then waved goodbye. You muttered another thank you after she left and then collapsed back onto the bed. 

The room was silent for a few seconds.

“I have to shower,” you said aloud, staring at the ceiling. Then you grimaced. “Let’s get it.”

The shower was the nicest thing ever. Sitting on the tiled bottom, head resting on your knees, just letting the warm water hit your skin. Being alone gave you time to think and your mind kept wandering to last night. You could barely remember who the stranger was and what exactly he looked like. There was the vaguest memory of a small conversation.

You didn’t remember giving him the directions to Mina’s house, but you must’ve considering you were here. Your mind was trying to convince that you’d fallen asleep before you could give him an address or instructions, but you didn’t believe it. You were here, weren’t you? After the shower, you stole some of Mina’s pajamas and wandered around the apartment. It brought back a lot of memories; some sad, others joyous, the majority of them weird from when you were slightly high or tipsy. You ended up making yourself a bowl of cereal, ignoring the storm in your stomach and sat down at the table. 

You took one bite and then decided that it was a bad idea. You scratched aimlessly at the grooves and dings in the table. Your eyes scanned over the table, looking at your keys and then back to the bowl in front of you. You yawned and rubbed your eyes. 

When you opened your eyes there was a piece of paper beside your keys.

“That wasn’t there before,” you mumbled, reaching for it. The handwriting was clean and in all caps. A smiley face sat at the end of the note. It was from the guy who dropped you off last night with his number on it. You stared at the number and then went to grab your phone from the nightstand.

There was a part of you that didn’t want to call him, it would be embarrassing considering he got to see you at your worst. But at the same time you had to say thank you. Plus, if he really was as hot as Mina claimed, was there really that much damage?

Your heart stuttered and your hands grew clammy as the phone started to ring. Maybe he wouldn’t pick up and then you could say you at least tried. 

“Hello?” 

Holy shit even his voice was hot.

“Um, h-hi,” you squeaked out, “this is Y/N, that drunk chick you drove home last night?”

“Oh,” he started laughing, “hey. You’re alive.”

You huffed.

“Very much so… all thanks to you,” you sighed, “thanks for driving me, even though you didn’t know me. I was probably a total pain in t—wait.”

You fell asleep a few minutes after you got into the car; you never told him Mina’s address.

Your eyes narrowed.

“How the hell did you get me back here?” You asked. A nervous laugh vibrated through the speaker.

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about,” he murmured, “is… is it possible we could meet somewhere?”

“How do I know you won’t kill me?”

“I would’ve killed you last night if I wanted to kill you.”

⦽⦽⦽⦽

The cafe was crowded and smelled of freshly baked cookies. People milled around you as you looked throughout the tables, trying to spot a vaguely familiar blonde boy. It was hard to focus with so many people walking around with mouth-watering treats.

“Hey, Y/N!”

You turned around and made eye-contact with one of the prettiest guys you’ve ever seen. He wore a black tanktop, broad shoulders and biceps on full display. His blonde hair was curly and eyes were a deep brown. He tilted his head to the side and smiled at you and your heart skipped a beat.

“Chan?” You asked as you walked towards the table. He nodded and you sat down across from him. You were about to ask him what he wanted to talk about, but the longer you stared at him, your mind started to roll back in time. Back to a day you didn’t want to remember, but it was a day that was ingrained into your mind.

The car, Christopher, blood, screaming, sirens. The bridge of his nose and his lips were what was setting it off. It didn’t make sense of course, because Christopher was dead. He’d been dead for years now. But staring at the boy in front of you, all you could see was an older, blonde Christopher.

“Who are you?” You asked, leaning back. 

He blinked.

“My name’s Chan—”

“No, there’s—” you cut yourself off because Christopher was dead. This person was not dead, he was very much alive. “I’m sorry, it’s just, you look a lot like someone I used to know.”

“Y/N…”

His hand reached across the table, but he didn’t hold your hand. Instead, his fingers rested delicately on top of your knuckles and your eyes pinched shut, even more memories flooding your mind. It was what Christopher would do whenever you were upset. Was this another one of the universe’s cruel jokes?

“Christopher Bang, died October 2011 from getting hit by a car. He saved your life,” Chan stated. You stared at him.

“How’d you know that?” Your voice was sharper than you meant it to be.

He pursed his lips. “You recognize me, don’t you?” “But y—Chris died, you can’t be him,” you whispered, but you already found yourself believing it. Sure, the two of you had been young and little, but this boy before you had so many of the same characteristics as the boy from your childhood. Your best friend.

“You don’t believe in angels.” The sentence was random, but it sent chills racing across your body. Chan raised an eyebrow. “So you probably won’t belive me anyway.”

“You’re supposed to be an angel of some sort?” Your voice was blank. You sounded dead. Hell, you felt dead. “Why would there be an angel in my life? What kind of shit is that? The universe basically hates me.”

“Guardian angels Y/N, everyone has one,” he huffed, leaning across the table. You didn’t understand this boy. If he really was an angel, then why did he look like your past best friend? “Christopher Bang never existed. The boy that saved you from the car was me.”

You scoffed. “He had to fucking exist, I have vivid memories of him. His favorite color was—”

You didn’t actually know what his favorite color was.

Chan shook his head, sympathy flashing in his gaze.

“It’s really hard to say what happened, but humans always have a way to reasonably explain supernatural events. I believe that what happened as that when I touched you to push you out of the way, the… emotion at the moment gave you the ability to see me. So then your mind made up a story around the boy you saw and everyone else believed it because there was no other way to explain how you were pushed out of the way by thin air,” he murmured. You felt like you were going to be sick. It made no sense because the memories you had of this boy were so fucking vivid. You remembered the talks you used to have in the tree behind your house. You remembered the boy that used to give you his lunch when you forgot yours. 

He was the first boy you said ‘I love you’ to. 

He was the only boy.

And now this guy was trying to tell you he never existed?

“It’s really hard to explain Y/N… it’s not that Chris never existed. Actually, the majority of your memories were of things that actually happened. When I touched you with that much force, it somehow… all the moments I was with you before that day I came into existence. All those times in the tree, you thought you were alone, but I was there, you just couldn’t see me. Whenever you forgot your lunch, I would sneak one into your bag. Something about me touching you…”

“It made you a real person,” you murmured. As the truth was laid out in front of you, the fake memories started to separate from the real. It was giving you a headache because it was like there were two versions of each memory, all of them equally real. Your eyebrows furrowed.

“Then did I say ‘I love you’ to thin air?” You whispered. Chan blushed.

“That was actually another boy… I don’t know why you see me in his place, but it might be because you never actually loved that boy. You just thought you did and well,” he mumbled, looking away. You rolled your hand, signaling for him to continue. “I guess in some ways, you were always aware of me.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose.

“So I was saying that to you but it looked like I was saying it to him?” You asked and then groaned. You covered your face. “Holy shit, this is actually real.”

Chan nodded.

“He didn’t say it back… but in my false memory…”

“I did,” he confirmed.

“Great,” you said, throwing your hands up, “I’m in love with my guardian angel.”

#kpop scenarios #kpop reactions #kpop imagines #kpop drabbles #kpop oneshots #kpop fics #kpop x reader #kpop smut #kpop angst #kpop fluff #stray kids angst #stray kids fluff #stray kids smut #stray kids scenarios #stray kids reactions #stray kids imagines #stray kids drabbles #stray kids oneshots #stray kids fics #stray kids x reader #bang chan x reader #chan x reader #christopher bang x reader #chan oneshots #bang chan oneshots

[merry-kuroo]

The Last Embers- A MHA Fanfic - Chapter One

Hello. This is my first MHA fanfic and its a AU. I hope y’all like it (or not. that’s cool too.) This is based off a idea I wrote about for my Intro to Creative Writing class almost four years ago and I thought it would be cool to apply this to MHA.

Summary: Less people in the world are being born with Quirks and those that have Quirks begin to lose them between the ages of 25-30. This has caused the decline of Pro Heroes and Villains. Those that graduated from Class A at U.A. have turned 25 and are beginning to witness the decline of their Quirks. How will they cope and how will it affect their relationships? Meanwhile, Izuku searches for the next successor of One For All, even when he's told its pointless... 

Chapter One: Love Like This; Kirishima & Kaminari Part I

Chapter Summary:  Kirishima wakes up one morning to find his Quirk has disappeared.

Read it on AO3 too...There’s some notes on the AU as well.

Enjoy! The chapter is below the cut :)

December 11

The first thing Kirishima Eijirou did when he woke up was activate his Quirk. His alarm would ring incessantly, then he’d sit up straight in bed and harden his arms and hands. Almost two months after his twenty-fifth birthday he hadn’t felt any different, but he made it a point to check just in case. He was still an active Pro Hero. He joined Amajiki Tamaki’s pro hero agency, when he started it three years ago. It was in the same area as Fat Gum’s agency and Kirishima had joined eagerly, thankful to be working with his senpai.

But there was the realization that he wouldn’t be a Pro Hero for long.

Bakugou had chastised him for not opening up his own hero agency instead. There wasn’t much time left for him. So, Kirishima had planned to open up his own as soon as possible and make sure his name was known before losing his Quirk. He was thankful to be ranked number eight on Japan’s Hero Billboard Chart last year with his other classmates.

This morning, when his alarm sounded, Kirishima didn’t automatically sit up in bed. He opened his eyes slowly, letting the sound of the alarm wash over him. The sun wasn’t filtering through the window like most mornings. He felt a sense of dread. Something wasn’t right.

Kirishima sat up in bed, turned off his alarm and stared at his hands. He tried to activate his Quirk.

Nothing happened. His slightly tanned skin remained still.

He waited a couple of minutes before trying again.

Nothing.

The realization didn’t hit him all at once. He leaned back until his head touched the wooden surface of his bed’s headboard. Kirishima thought back to the first day he activated his Quirk, and how surprised he was when he realized he cut himself. He thought back to how in middle school he became inspired by the Crimson Riot and his best friend, Ashido Mina. Bakugou and Kaminari flashed in his mind, from their practical exams to enjoying their youth. He remembered the little shock Kaminari gave him when they hugged, something Kirishima hadn’t felt for a long, long time.

Kirishima didn’t notice the hot tears that streamed down his cheeks. He reached for the cellphone on his nightstand. He had a couple of messages from Seto and Ashido, but he didn’t bother checking them. He went through his contacts and dialed a number.

“Hello?” A tired voice answered.

“Hey, Amajiki-senpai. Can I talk to you for a sec? I have some bad news.”

---- --- -- December 14

They were throwing a retirement party for him. Kirishima Eijirou was twenty-five years old, number eight on the Hero’s Billboard Chart, and he was retiring at age twenty-five. Amajiki had cried when Kirishima told him the news, and told him that it was unusual for Kirishima not to notice his Quirk was disappearing.

Kirishima had heard from other Pro Heroes about how there was a steady decline of their Quirks powers until they couldn’t even activate it. Kirishima had just used his Quirk the day before it disappeared and he hadn’t noticed anything unusual about it.

Well, everyone was different. The scientists studying the decline of Quirks in the human body constantly came out with new studies about the different ways Quirk declination could occur. Recently, they said there were a few people who admitted to losing their Quirk suddenly without warning. And despite the age range being from twenty-five to thirty, there were people younger than that who had lost their Quirks.

Before the party, Kirishima went to the park near his apartment. He sat on the bench and watched a few middle schoolers play soccer. He pulled his red scarf tighter. It was cold, but Kirishima didn’t mind. He had felt numb and empty the past three days, and the bitter cold was a reminder that he was still here.

Kirishima felt weird being out in public and no one recognized him. He returned his hair back to its natural state, black. It was no longer spiked up, instead falling to his shoulders. He wondered if Amajiki would recognize him when he arrived.

After telling Amajiki about the loss of his Quirk, Kirishima cried. It wasn’t manly at all, but he felt that he had the right to mourn his Pro Hero career and his Quirk. All his life Kirishima knew that he would lose his Quirk, but nothing could prepare for the moment it actually happened. Kirishima had come up with a weird analogy for it back in high school.

It was like death. Everyone dies and everyone knows that it will happen.

Then the person you love, your classmate, your parents die. You know it's going to happen and you’re not prepared? Why isn’t anyone actually prepared for when it happens? Is it just the shock when it happens unexpectedly? Maybe if everyone knew the date and time they would lose their Quirk or when a loved one died then the shock would disappear then.

Kaminari liked his analogy while Bakugou claimed he was thinking too much into it.  Kirishima noticed that Bakugou had looked bothered by it, but he never said anything to him about it.

Well, now was as good a time as any to tell his friends that he lost his Quirk. He was the second person in their class to lose it. Kirishima sent a text via group message about how he lost his quirk and that he was on the way to his retirement party.  And to make the mood light, he added a lot of “lol” and “lmao” (with extra o’s). He didn’t want to see everyone’s reactions just yet, so he put his phone on silent.

---- -- ---- Thirty minutes later, Kirishima arrived at Amajiki’s Pro Hero Agency. He poked his head in and found that no one was at the front. In fact, the agency was completely dark. “Hello? Anyone here?”

No answer. Kirishima assumed the party would be held in the meeting room. He walked to the meeting room, which was in the back of the agency. He knocked on the door but didn’t hear anything. Kirishima opened the door and jumped when two confetti poppers went off in his face.

“Surprise, Kirishima!” Ashido screamed.

The lights turned on and Kirishima’s UA classmates, Amajiki, the receptionists and interns were clapping for him. There were streamers and balloons around the room, and a three tiered chocolate cake was in the center of the room.

“Everyone!” Kirishima cried. He hated to be crying again, but he was so happy. “I just sent that message--How did you get here so fast?”

“Dumbass,” Bakugou said as he approached him. Izuku trailed along.

“Amajiki-senpai gave us a call. He wanted to surprise you and asked us to keep it a secret that we knew.” Izuku exclaimed.

“Do you know how surprised we were when we got that long message from you?” Uraraka laughed. “We were here setting up the whole time.”

“Sorry about that, Kirishima,” Amajiki said. “I thought you might want to see your friends.”

“No, thank you! Thank you very much!” Kirishima cried. “I’m so happy right now.”

“Speech! Speech!” Ashido called.

Everyone stood around Kirishima, waiting for him to make a speech. Kirishima hadn’t even thought about making a speech. What was one supposed to say when they lost their Quirk anyway?

“Uh,” Kirishima began. “First, thanks for coming out. I know how busy you must be.” Kirishima’s eyes scanned the crowd, looking for Kaminari.

He wasn’t there.

“It was a quite a shock to wake up a few days ago and find that my Quirk no longer worked. But even so, I’m thankful for my time at U.A. and the wonderful friends I made along the way. I was a Pro Hero for seven years. I accomplished my dream. Thank you for coming out today!”

Everyone clapped, then Kirishima was pulled into a multiple group hugs. Momo gave him a bouquet and Iida gave a small speech as well about how proud he was to be Kirishima’s classmate and friend. He talked to Todoroki, Izuku, Hagakure about their work. Sero and Tokoyami had given him some expensive wine.

The party was not as bad as Kirishima thought. A few of the interns cried and asked for pictures and autographs. It was the last time Kirishima would be the Red Riot, so he obliged. The chocolate cake Amajiki ordered was fantastic, and he was on his third slice when he noticed Bakugou leaning up against the wall by himself.

“Always the loner, huh?” Kirishima asked as he sauntered up to him.

“Shut up,” Bakugou said. It was light hearted. He lightly punched Kirishima in the arm. Both of them leaned against the wall and watched the party goers. “So, tell the truth.”

“Truth about what?”

“About losing your Quirk. How do you really feel?” There it was. A rare time where Bakugou was showing his true feelings. He had mellowed out slightly ever since graduation. He still wouldn’t hesitate to call someone a dumbass or yell at them, but it wasn’t as often. It still took Kirishima by surprise when he asked him about his feelings. The last time he did that was when Kaminari had left town three years ago.

“Honestly, it really sucks. I wish I had just a few more years. I think everyone at least wants to keep their Quirk until their thirty, but that isn’t the case for everyone. I’m glad I was born with a Quirk, but now I feel like I lost an important part of myself.” Kirishima picked up a piece of chocolate and plopped it into his mouth. “So, now I just need to readjust.”

“How are you going to do that?”

“I still want to save people. The fire department is having training sessions and classes. It’s still a hero type job,” Kirishima explained. He studied Bakugou’s expression. He seemed...solemn.

“Hey, is something--” Kirishima was cut off by Ashido yelling at him.

“Come on. We’re going to take a class picture!”

“What? But Jirou, and Kaminari aren’t here!” Kirishima protested.

“It’s fine. This isn’t the last time we’re going to meet up anyway. Come on!”

After taking pictures, eating more food, and playing a lively game of charades, the party ended. Kirishima bid goodbye to his classmates and they promised to meet again soon. He wished he could spend more time with them, but they still had to work, and many of them didn’t live in the city anymore. Bakugou told him that when Kaminari was back in the city, the three of them would go get drinks. Kirishima didn’t even have the heart to respond, opting to wave goodbye to his best friend.

“You don’t have to stay behind and help me clean,” Amajiki said as he folded a table cloth.

“No, it’s fine. Consider it my last job at the agency,” Kirishima laughed soundlessly.

“Hey,” Amajiki said. “Thank you, Red Riot. For everything.”

Before he could respond or burst into tears again, the door to the meeting room squeaked open. “Hello?” A singsong voice called out.

“Jirou! And Kaminari!” Kirishima exclaimed as his two former classmates walked in. Kirishima’s pulse jumped when he took in Kaminari. It had been three years since he had last seen him. His blond hair was now cut short, making him look more mature. He had grown taller and more muscular too. Kirishima stared at his left arm where dark ink sat on his skin. “What are you doing here?”

“We got Amajiki-senpai’s message about your retirement party! There was an issue with the shop, then our train was delayed. Wait, did we miss it?” Jirou asked, observing the other workers folding up the tables.

“Yeah, everyone left a while ago. I was helping clean up,” Kirishima answered.

There was a silence between the three of them. Kirishima felt tense and Kaminari wasn’t looking at him. Jirou looked back and forth between them, then she sighed.

“So, um, I’m going to help Amajiki-senpai clean up. You two should go catch up,” Jirou said. “Kirishima, your favorite cafe is right down the street, right? Kaminari told me about it.”

Kaminari blushed. “I didn’t say it was his favorite. We only ate there a couple of times.” Then Kaminari faced Kirishima. “But sure. We can go eat. My treat.”

“Sure.” Kirishima didn’t sound excited, but his heart was pounding heavily. How could he want Kaminari with him and also want him to be far away? Things were easier with Kaminari far away from him. The longing for him had become manageable over the past three years. Now, everything was back to zero.

Kirishima bid goodbye to Amajiki, and they shared one last brotherly hug. An intern gave Kirishima a box of the leftover chocolate cake and wished him luck in his future endeavors. Jirou hugged Kirishima, and he tensed up. She didn’t seem to notice. She congratulated him and told him that they would catch up soon.

“Hey, Kaminari, I’m going to find a hotel for us to stay at,” Jirou said.

“Okay, just text it to me,” Kaminari answered. He was already heading towards the door. Kirishima followed after him.

The two men made it outside. Kirishima shivered at the cold wind whipping his body. Kaminari held his hand out as tiny flecks of snow began to fall. Kaminari turned to him.

“Can we talk?” Kaminari said.

“Three years have gone by. Now, you want to talk,” Kirishima responded. He was being harsh, but he didn’t care right now.

“I know and I’m sorry. I got that message from you and--” Kaminari shook his head. “No. Let’s talk at the cafe. Remember? They have really good curry too.” Without waiting for a response, Kaminari headed towards the cafe.

And just like before, without hesitation, Kirishima followed after him.

#im actually happy with how this turned out #part 2 will be out this weekend #kirishima eijirou #my hero academia #my hero academia fanfiction #mha fanfiction #mha #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha fanfiction #4/9/20

[voidselfshipp]

🌻Sunflower Au🌻

Summary: daemon falls in love with a woman, but he doesnt know how to flirt with her, shenanigans ensue.

《...》

John enters the facility, students come and go,coming in all shapes and sizes, his mother enlisted Him into this artschool, he thought that it would take more time off of him to do graffiti, but then he saw her.

She was with him in character design class,Brown hair, shaved back, green eyes with bags under them,and this big green sweater, and her name was jerico.

He couldnt Keep his eyes off of her, and that costed him the first few clases of the semester.

He needed to wow her,but how?.

Also, needed to add, that not only John was an artist but a vigilante too, pver the course of the years he took various martial arts and programming classes and courses, naming himself "Daemon"

So his brilliant brain came up with this idea.

Wow. Her. With. Your. Alter. Ego.

Altough, his relationshipp with her was going well,they worked togheter a couple of times, went to her place to work on the assigments of their shared class, and they had a pretty good friendship.

-You have a really iconic style john- jerico says as she replaces the water on the glass she used to clean her brushes- I cant quite place it,but there is something that when i see it I go" wow, thats John's work"-

She sits on the table and starts to colour another character.

-Well, yours is really iconic too-John leans back on his chair,finishing one of his sketches- they way you do the face , and the way you aply colors are kind of your trademark-

The woman blushes and shakes her head.

-Quite the Charmer, arent you-both share a chuckle and Keep working.

Hours go by and the sun sets, the moon appears on the horizon, and the stars slowly show themselves on the dark blue Sky.

-Im leaving, its late and my roomate is going to freak out- jeri says, tugging the sleeve of her green sweater.

-You sure?, this place can get dangerous at night, dont you want to stay?-john Asks leaning on the doorframe with on of his forearms, hanging over jerico.

-Please I dont want to bother, ill text you when I get home,okay?-

-You better do so, If not I wont be able to sleep tonight-

-Oh shut up- jeri playfully and softly punches him on his arm and says goodbye.

'I gotta make sure she gets there safe' John thinks , as he grabs his Gear, putting on his Oni mask.

His feet are silent as he runs on the rooftops, with his gaze on jerico, who non-chalantly walks back to her apartment ten blocks away from his.

Suddenly his eyes catch a glimpse of two men following her, he hums and observes,they dont seem dangerous,until one of them tries to steal jerico's backpack, she fights and squirms but the guy seemed to be winning the fight,until he lands on the ground and a set of shurikens pin both of the men to the nearest wall.

Then the grabs the woman and jumps, both run trough the roofs as he grabs her hand.

When the shady men finally stops pursuing them they sit, regaining their breath.

-Thanks for saving me and my bag there- she says, with a kind smile as she scoots closer.

-Uh, youre welcome, im, im--

-Oh I know! You've been in everyones mouth since you stopped those criminals some weeks ago!im so starstruck! I got saved by Daemon, THE daemon-

His cheeks heat up, If she only knew...

Or does she?.....

They sit there and chat a little bit,then daemon feels his body shiver, jerico seems to notice it as she takes off her sweater and hangs It around his back.

-You can give it to me later, ill be good to go, I have a spare one on my backpack,my apartment is just a block away-

-And how do you know I wont steal it?-both stand up.

-Because, you saved me-

They chuckle and say goodbye.

Jerico gets down the small building they were sitting on and walks, thinking of what happened.

When she gets home she finds her roomate sleeping on the couch,covering them jeri goes to her room and falls on her bed, quickly grabbing her cellphone and texting John with "you wont Belive what happened"

He sees the message pop up, as he sits on the windowsill of his house's attic window, were his room was, messaging back with" what happened?".

They Keep talking for hours until they both feel tired.

Tomorrow is saturday luckily, so they wont hate themselves in the morning.

[...]

Sunrays filter trough the blinds, daemon groans , covering his face with his hand as his half naked form walks downstairs , he hears two voices talking, but he is too sleepy to recognize them.

-John, put some clothes on, Jerico is here-his mother says

He suddenly jumps and with half-asleep , face looks at the woman, she is blushing as she contains her laughter.

Daemon bolts to his room, picking up an sleeveless shirt and throwing it on , then going on downstairs.

-its so early- he groans.

-Early?- his mother says-its twelve pm dear, its lunchtime, I invited jerico over, now sit, your friend has already set the table-

He awkwardly sits Next to jeri,muttering a hello.

-You looked cute- the woman besides him whispers- half asleep, messy,I dont get seeing you like that too often-

-Like what?-daemon asks.

-Vulnerable- she says- John, If you are trying to flirt with me,Like you've been trying these past month, Just be straightforward,no messing around-

The Mans face heat up,looking away as his mother serves the food.

-Was I that obvious?-He asks.

-Well child-his mother says- youre not EXACTLY that subtle-

-But its cute,trying to be so smooth, its nice-

They start to eat, and after it, jerico hangs out with John a bit, talking, playing some games, until its afternoon and jeri has to leave to help her roomate with some stuff.

{...}

A soft knock is heard on jerico's Window, she looks over to see her saviour from last night, daemon.

-c'mon, let me take you to a date-he says.

-Im sorry- the woman said looking at him-my heart is after my best friend, I really cant -

-Even if the person asking it is your own best friend?- John says taking off his mask- hurry up!,come on!-

Jeri chuckles and grabs her coat, opening her Window and slipping trough it, walking down the emergency stairs with her friend.

They laugh and jump trough the city and houses,running on the rooftops and climbing them until they arrive to the tallest building around,an abandoned three flored house,on its rooftop its a blanket and some candles.

-Its so corny,I know- daemon says holding jericos hand-you said to be Straight-forward so here I am-

-John I--

-Jerico, since I saw you, something is there, bugging me,pulling me to you like a magnet,I cant help it, eveytime youre near me, I have this urge to hug you, and be close to you, you are my best Friend, and I, I love you, so much...I want to be your boyfriend,but the desicion is yours to make-

-Yes,just yes, shut the fuck up and kiss me, now-

-Like , l like now, right now , now-

-Jo, did I stutter?-

Daemon pulls her on a kiss, walking backwards to the blanket and laying down on it

-took you long enough-jerico said.

-Oh shut up, If you knew that I was daemon,you would already be at my feet-

-Oh but I knew, the design?the voice?they made me realize from the moment I saw you, not even the voice disruptor on your mask can disguise your speech patterns-

-So wait,thats why you lend me your sweater?-

-Uh duh, of course,youre the only one who has my permission to touch it, even go near it-

Johns face burns red as he hides it behind his hands, Rolling on his side-

-Im such a dumbass-

-my dumbass-jeri says, hugging him from behind.

They stay in silence for a bit.

-Youre a sunflower- John mutters with his eyes half lidded.

-I think your love would be too much-

-Oh you'll be left in the dust-

-unless I stuck by ya'-

Youre a sunflower

John chuckles and kisses Jerico's forehead as they sleeply sing to eachother.

Youre a sunflower

~●~

#f/o #f/o tag #f/o community #f/o x s/i #be daemon #selfship

[kurtty-drabbles]

Ocean au

N/A: Based on the movie Ocean 8 but with the ladies. Set on the Almagverse.

@djinmer4 @dannybagpipesarecalling @bamfoftheundead

"You´re nuts" Gwen offers a cigarette as well her criticism to the latest plot but her mirth and shinning ring make any attempt to chided Columbina becomes null now. "Completely nuts and I love it, but, how can you hope to do such wacko feature? This time my good name won´t be enough"

Columbina stops drinking her smoochie and is unphased by the comment. "Your good name also gave me quite the headache" and her eyes follow the ends of commercial as Peter Ross is speaking much to Columbina´s dismay.

Gwen offers an apologetic smile that does little to resolve the matter, but, flicking the channel to cartoons seems to help much more. "But, seriously, how can you achieve such a thing? Isn´t better just the two of us?"

Columbina sighs and lets her head rest on the couch for a moment letting her worries play on her mind one last time as she´s pondering for the solution. "Everyone thinks that being a thief is easier, but, you would be surprised by how much of Math and logic I need in all my heists" she comments matter of fact. "that being said, I know the probability of me getting success is less than 15%...but hey, I have done heist with zero chance of success...what´s life without risks?"

"A longer one, dumbass" Gwen counterattack throwing a pillow at her. "And remember, your calculus was wrong before...and it usually leads to me cleaning your wounds and green goo" she concludes offering a winning smile as if this proves her case.

"One, the green goo things was an accident, and two, if you have an alternative option to deal with the cursed diamonds I all hear" Kitty then open her eyes and raise her head waiting and as Gwen is frowning and thinking really hard until she shakes her head in defeat. "then...we´ll try my plan"

"Your stupid and suicidal plan"

"No, my brilliant plan"

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Everyone can see the White Witch in the Romanian cafe drinking her favourite beverage. At this very moment, Wanda is explaining to her new students the prospects of the multi-verse and her students have questions as she knows they would.

"So...is there a version of me where I´m the bad guy?" the student asked impressed as the others are a bit dubious as they can´t see themselves as ...themselves.

Wanda imagined this and has the answers ready. "Yes, the multiverse is more like a chance to express your different personalities, after all, we´re not only the shy girl, flirt girl or angry girl...so the Multiverse gives a plethora of choices and opportunities to be different persons while we´re still ourselves" Wanda explained and the minds of the others are reeling with such explanation and possibility.

"Have you meet a different version of yourself?" the student asked and Wanda is ready for this question when her eyes noticed a woman with a suit and sunglasses waving at her behind the glass window. And Wanda stops her elegant speech to gaze at the personas the waves continues.

"Mrs Maximoff?" The students are confused as to why the Wanda is acting like that and when turning back to see the window there´s no one there.

"I saw many versions of myself, some are good, some are bad...some make me question my own sanity" Wanda replies and the students change the subject. The students then leave the cafe with more insight into the world.

Wanda is not surprised to see the woman in a suit sitting in front of her with that smile of hers. She does not need any introduction. "Columbina, came to venture in the magical world?"

"No, thank you, I have my Harry Potter fanfiction for that. I came here to ask you something" Wanda asked taking a sip of her tea, her eyes are trained on Columbina who has a light heart attitude about everything.

(The Eye of Eternity does not see malicious intent on her, however, she does not want to be robbed)

"Harry Potter is a weak and pathetic version of real magic, Lord of rings is better, but, I know you´re not here to star fandom wars. What do you want?"

"Straight to the point, cool, it saves us from the chitty chat, Wanda, how many cursed diamonds exist?" Columbina asked and Wanda is carefully considering her answer, but, Kitty already beat her on that by pulling her smartphone to show a video.

"There are 100 cursed diamonds registers so far, but, the number is getting bigger and bigger, right?" Columbina asked and Wanda nods not getting her point.

"You know me, I love diamonds, I really do, but, I don´t like those cursed diamonds and the fact they can tangle with the real ones is troublesome to my job and I can see that is also troublesome for your personal life"

"What do you mean?"

"The last cursed diamond activated and you were forced to deal with the problem and lose your sons` birthday" she shows her cellphone again to see an article of a very crestfallen and pissed Wanda who is holding the diamond and confessed to the press she missed her sons` birthday for this. And the reporter did show some thoughtful for the heroine.

Wanda nods once again. "What you want me to do? those diamonds only enter in action when people touch and I don´t want to scan every diamond for the rest of my life"

"Well, I want the cursed diamonds out, and I have a way, but...I need your help" and adds "no, you won´t be a scan. White Witch. I need you to help me to steal cursed diamonds"

Columbina is doing a marvellous job pretending to not be afraid. Wanda can kill her in one blow and they both know this. Phasing and quick thinking go so far against someone like her.

Wanda is thinking and letting her hands support her face as she closes her eyes. Suddenly, her eyes open and she replies. "Tell me, what you usually do with the normal diamonds?"

"I can only tell if you´re in"

"Well, better your plan to be good, cause I don´t want to miss another moment with my family"

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"Lorna, I need your help" Columbina speaks to the green-haired woman who is furiously typing on her laptop and while acknowledging Kitty´s presence, she still is focused on the laptop.

"What? I´m hacking an asshole right here"

"Do you want to steal cursed diamonds?" Kitty asked in a sing-song voice similar to ''do you want to build a snowman" from Frozen which is Lorna´s favourite movie judging by the merchandising she has on her room.

"Yes"

"That´s easy..."

"I like to meddle with magic"

"Ok then"

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Meggan Braddock is silently pondering the words she just heard from the aerialist who is, in her own words, just hang around, as she does not like gruesome crimes like Meggan.

(Meggan can sense she´s being genuine in every word she spoke and is surprised that a thief can be so honest)

"Is your plan good to take care of those cursed diamonds?"

"We have the White Witch!"

"Ok, count me in"

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Gwen Stacy is talking with Peter Ross who is still trying to win her heart, which is still funny for the blonde, but, as soon Kitty Pryde arrives with her gym outfit and showing her muscles.

She made a remark about how she needs to lose some steamy. "Thank god, for the Kickbox and MMA" and Gwen stops giving attention to Peter who is not taking kindly to this.

"Gwen, who is this?" Peter asked rather rudely as he knows this woman (pretty as she is, there´s no denial on his part about this aspect) is not someone who belongs in the same social circle of Gwen, right?

"My name is Kitty Pryde and you are..." she asked knowing who he is and relish on his dumbfound expression.

"I´m Peter Ross, the famous reporter of New Gotham"

"I thought Kurt Ryder was the bam bam of New Gotham" And Gwen chuckles at this scene. Peter is really not fond of Kitty, but, to icing the cake, Kitty asks Gwen to follow her as they have to talk about something.

"Gwen?" Peter asked surprised that Gwen is doing so. The Blonde just waves at him and follow Kitty sharing secrets only to the two women. Peter really, really hates Kitty Pryde and Columbina.

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"Kurt, why are you smiling like that?"

"Rogue, my dear sister, I've got the feeling something wonderful happened"

"...Why I think Peter Ross will be a bitch to work tomorrow?"

#Ocean au #almgverse au #we deserve women being bamf #kitty pryde #Gwen Stacy #wanda maximoff #Meggan Braddock #Rogue #Kurt Ryder #Peter Ross #Peter is jelly

[getoutofthewater]

@dbhrarepairs Tuesday Day 2: Highschool AU / Unrequited

[Gavin/Leo]

Rating:  G

Warnings: None

Words: 2,266 [AO3 Link]

Notes: Leo’s visit to Carl is based on Indig0’s beautiful short [Let Down]

He went over his calculus homework as he waited for the usual tap on his window, calculus was fucking useless but he needed a decent grade if he wanted to stay in the wrestling team, and Elijah had already told him he wasn’t going to help him cheat, the prick. 

Gavin turned on his desk lamp, glanced at the window, it was getting dark and that idiot hadn’t arrived. Gavin frowned without meaning too, Leo was not a creature of habit, he’d start something and leave it half done because a moth or similar distracted him, but he always came on Thursdays after his ice skating lessons. He’d done so since they had met in 7th grade, and from then to now at 16 It had never failed, not even that time Leo had broken his wrist trying out a jump that was too hard for him yet, the idiot still climbed up to his window instead of knocking at the door like a sane person.

If Gavin wasn’t there when he arrived, he’d come in and just live it up in Gavin’s bedroom as if it were his own, Leo had no shame, Leo didn’t really think before he acted and maybe that was the only reason they were friends, anyone who actually spared a thought to their actions wouldn’t walk up to Gavin and just start making conversation. Gavin had a total of 3 close friends, Tina who was his friend because they had known each other since they ate crayons, Elijah because he was his cousin and Gavin was going to live with him and his Aunt and Uncle for the foreseeable future and Leo, because Leo was a fool.

“Mom says she’s leaving dinner for us in the fridge” Elijah knocked at his door “You and Leo can come get it whenever, I’ll be working on my robot”

His cousin looked like a sleep deprived, sickly raccoon, same creepy long-fingered, clammy human-like hands and nocturnal habits. Gavin had been living with him for years now and he still wondered if Elijah actually slept, or ate, or did anything else that normal people did. His cousin looked around the room “Where is he?”

Gavin shrugged “Who knows, I’m not that idiot’s keeper”

“Did you have fight?” Elijah asked, this was unusual, his cousin usually avoided conversation as much as he could (unless it was about code or robots or computers) Gavin could relate to that (not the robots part), maybe it was a family trait like the coffee addiction.

“What did you do?” Elijah asked

“Nothing” Gavin huffed, at least nothing he was conscious of

“You should ask Tina what was it that you did” Elijah said

“Why the hell are you fixating on this?” Gavin said irritably

“He’s always here on Thursdays” Elijah unlike Leo was very much a creature of habit “He’s often here, but he never fails on Thursdays, mom even counts him for dinner, he was here even when he broke his wrist or last year when he got mono”

Leo’s mom had come to retrieve him 3 times ‘I don’t even feel that bad,’ Leo had said before falling asleep immediately, drooling his mono infected spit right into Gavin’s pillow covers.

“He must have forgotten” Gavin said “He’s busy with school and shit,”

“I’d ask Tina to make sure if I were you” Elijah said before closing the door to Gavin’s room.

Gavin finished his homework, glancing at the empty window far too often for comfort, he had the dinner his aunt had left in the fridge while Leo’s share remained uneaten; he prepared to go to bed putting on the old hoodie and sweats he wore to sleep. Once there he checked his email, nothing new, checked the social media accounts that Leo and Tina had made him open. Leo had no new posts.

“Did I do anything?” he texted

“U r using your words!!! Must be important” Tina replied

He usually only communicated through emojis Tina and Leo could read like hieroglyphics

“Did I do anything?” Gavin texted again

“Did you?”

“Tina…”

“What u mean?”

“Did I do anything, as in worse than usual?”

“Well you DID punch Connor in the stomach for NO GOOD REASON, and you told Mr. Anderson he stank of booze to his face, and you did throw your coffee right to Richard’s head, everyone knows it was on purpose by the way, and you pushed Simon out of your way, you can be such an absolute bully sometimes, that kid looks like a dying victorian child”

… Tina is typing

“I don’t give a fuck about any of that, I mean to Leo and shit”

Tina stopped typing and restarted again

“Not that I know of, why? Did he say anything?”

“He didn’t come today”

“Oh shoot!” Tina texted back “It mustn’t have gone great with his dad then”

Phck, Gavin had forgotten that was today.

Leo had gone on and on about how his mom was going to take him to meet his dad for the very first time this week, he was some famous, rich art geezer or something. Gavin didn’t fucking understand why Leo was so eager to please someone who’d never showed one iota of interest in knowing him. Gavin and Leo had met at a time when Leo still talked and asked his mom about his dad often, he worried about his dad often, waited for any signal of his dad often, wondered why he wasn’t good enough for his dad often, and Gavin knew he still did all of that only he didn’t say it aloud. It wasn’t good that Leo wasn’t currently sitting at Gavin’s desk babbling away about how awesome and incredible his dad was, staying up until 1 am because he had to tell every single detail of the day to Gavin as soon as humanly possible.

Gavin got up not even bothering to change out of his pajamas “I’m going out, Elijah!” He shouted as he went down the stairs, he thought he heard a muted response from his cousin. His uncle was on a business trip, and his aunt wouldn’t return from her shift until late in the morning. He went to the garage for his bike.

He pedaled through the suburb streets, it was a cool, quiet night, and Leo’s house wasn’t far. When he got there Leo’s room was dark, there was a light on in the kitchen and another in his mom’s music room. Gavin circled the house trying to find a way to go up to Leo’s bedroom window, just like Leo always got to his. He tried to stand on the porch railing to get on the ceiling. The railing gave up under his weight, but no fucking problem he had enough upper body strength to get himself up, how mad would Leo’s mom be about him destroying her house was something he didn’t bother to think about.

“You better get the fuck out of my fucking property motherfucker!,” Lorelei Martinet came out of her house charging like a viking warrior, holding a baseball bat in one hand and her cellphone presumably with *91* dialed already, in the other “I have had a day, and I’m eager to hit something, I’ll fucking end you!” she wasn’t one to ask someone to do something for her if she could get it done herself

“Miss Martinet” Gavin said sounding a bit strangled, the rain gutter was starting to hurt his hands rather unpleasantly, but if he let go he’d probably impale his leg on the splintered wood of the broken railing and there would go the wrestling team for this semester.

“Holy Fuck, kiddo!” Lorelei huffed “What the hell are you doing, I could have beaten you to a pulp,”

“Is Leo home?” he asked, trying to sound as casual as he could, hanging from the ceiling like that corny ‘hang in there’ poster the school nurse had in her office, he’d never felt more fucking stupid

Lorelei huffed out a laugh “hang in there” She said and Gavin thought that the rumors of Leo’s mom probably being a witch were true, she must be reading his mind, just like her to make fun of him, like mother, like son “I’ll bring you a ladder” she added

Gavin waited for what seemed like hours but wasn’t even a minute, with his hands killing him until he felt the relief of his weight being taken by the metal ladder “It’s late, don’t even think you are going back,” Lorelei said firmly “I’ll text your aunt to tell her you are staying over” she said, in a tone that meant it wasn’t optional.

“Fine” he said getting onto the ceiling, you had to have common sense enough to know when your opponent was much more powerful than you, especially if they were a witch

He knocked on Leo’s window, noticing that his nightlight was on; he could be such a kid at times. There was no movement in the bedroom and Gavin thought he may be sleeping, or maybe wearing his headphones. He got his phone out

“I’m outside your window, dumbass”

Finally signs of life, the glow of Leo’s phone, and then the idiot himself moving under his weighted blanket, Gavin’s phone lit up with a notification

“It’s open”

For fucking real, Gavin thought, pushing up the window and walking to the pile of blankets he assumed to be Leo. He pushed them down putting all his weight on it

“What are you doing?!” Leo’s muted complaint came from under the covers

“Checking if you are alive, dumbass” Gavin replied

“Not for long if you keep crushing me!” Leo said finally coming out of his blanket, his hair was messed up, and his eyes were puffy and red

“You sick or what?” Gavin said, getting on the bed and scooting until he could sit with his back against the wall

“Are you in your pajamas?” Leo asked sleepily

“Are you?”

“Of course I am, I’m in my house trying to sleep” Leo said “Weirdo!” Leo curled under his blanket again

“Aren’t you going to tell me how it went with your old man and shit?” Gavin said, kicking gently at the blankets, feeling he was really bad at this

“There’s nothing to tell” Leo said

Leo having nothing to say was bad news. There was a sleepy silence in the room while Gavin sat on Leo’s bed watching the teal-green sparkles from his nightlight twirl on the walls.

“If you are like cold, I’ll share my blanket” Leo said eventually, holding the weighted blanket up for Gavin to get in.

Gavin lay on the bed next to Leo, it wasn’t awkward, they had been having sleepovers for what seemed like forever, only it was usually Leo in his room and very rarely the other way around. Gavin vaguely realized, as much as a 16 year old could, that he was selfish, careless, letting Leo do all the work.

“You okay?” Gavin forced himself to ask after a while

“I don’t think he liked me at all” Leo said, sounding defeated  “I just felt so stupid all the time, he asked me about school and the things I wanted to do, and I told him about going exploring abandoned places and whatever, and he just– Everything I do and like felt so stupid and small and pointless“

“He sounds like a prick” Gavin said derisively “Don’t worry about that fucker, he gives you money, right? Who cares about anything else?”

“I just” Leo said “I just wanted him, I don’t know, I knew he wouldn’t like love me or anything but I thought he may like me a little”

“Fuck him, who gives a shit about that crusty prick” Gavin said “Your mom loves you”

“I know” Leo said sounding more like himself

“I love you,” Gavin said, “Not, not like your mom does, but I do” he said awkwardly because he meant it and he’d probably not be able to say it again in years, but even Gavin with his atrophied emotional intelligence knew Leo really needed to know people loved him today.

“What?!”

“You heard me, I’m not fucking saying it again” Gavin said daring to look at Leo’s face “Don’t fucking cry! I’m not telling you so you cry, dumbass!”

“I’m not fucking crying” Leo sniffed “You really mean it, is not like you are only saying it to make me feel better?”

“Have I ever said anything to make anyone feel better?” Gavin said drily  

Leo hugged him then, cuddling up to his chest, Gavin felt his face grow hot and he was glad Leo couldn’t see him blushing

“I love you too, like a lot,” Leo said into his chest “a lot, a lot, do you wanna go on sort of like a date over the weekend?”

“sort of?”

“No,” Leo replied “a date, date”

“We can bike to that abandoned amusement park you talked about the other day,” Gavin suggested “the one with that old merry-go-round”

“Don’t you think that would be stupid?”

“Do you think it would be stupid?”

“No… I think it would be super neat” Leo said softly “We can see if we can make the merry-go-round work” Leo added sleepily

Gavin didn’t have to answer to that, Leo fell asleep just as he usually did, all of a sudden and without warning, not surprising when he was tired and spent up from crying. Gavin drifted off to sleep as well, thinking the merry-go-round would be a great place for their first kiss; Leo was the type of sappy idiot that’d love that type of thing.

#dbhrarepairsweek #leo manfred #gavin reed #gavin x leo #leovin #detroit become human

[thegremlinofransei]

Welcome to the Family | Ch. 1

Resident Evil 7 AU

Fandom: Split, Glass

Rating: M for strong language as well as gory and disturbing violence (it gets worse)

Word Count: ~3K

Summary: It's been three years since Kevin disappeared. However, when he sends Casey a cryptic email detailing his location, she's thrown into a long night of pure, grim horror.

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Why the hell am I doing this? It's clearly a scam, Casey thought to herself as she chugged along the interstate in her beat-up station wagon. He's probably dead, why would he show up now?

   You're doing this because he was your shoulder to cry on throughout your uncle's trial, her conscience replied. You're doing this because you fell in love with him, he's supported you since that day you met on the senior trip to the zoo, you discussed a long-term future with him, and damned if you won't try to bring him back.

   There's no turning back now, I suppose, Casey conceded, and she flipped the right-turn indicator for her exit. As a precaution, though, she took out her cellphone and hit the second speed dial option. A low, friendly voice asked confusedly, "Hello?"

     "Hey Marcia. It's Casey."

     "Hey girl, you alright? You didn't show up to Claire's party the other night. We were talking about it during Prof Staple's lecture and you seemed really thrilled about going!"

     "Yeah, no, I'm fine...it's Kevin. I don't think he's dead."

     Marcia's voice jumped an octave. "Wait, they actually found him? How? What happened?"

     Casey sighed. "I...I don't know how...but he's back somehow. Maybe it's a prank, he wanted me to come pick him up and bring him back to Philadelphia."

     "Well, where is he?"

     "Dulvey. In Lousiana."

     Marcia was stunned. "Hon, that's really far! Besides, it's been three years!"

     "I know, I know!" Casey exclaimed, her voice shaky with nervousness. "But...what if it is him? I just...I need to find out what happened. The zoo's been covering up the details of his caretaker assignment since he disappeared, and I need some answers. Best if it comes from him."

     Marcia sighed in exasperation. "All right. But you better be back as soon as possible!"

     All Casey could muster as she pulled up to a tree-shrouded driveway was a subtle "mhm," and she hung up. She shifted the car into park just off the road, shut it off, and stepped out into the oppressive bayou humidity. Examining the address written on the e-mail printout crumpled in her sweaty palm, she knew that this had to be the right place.

     She started up the overgrown trail and continued until she came to the front iron gates of a dreary, looming house. A rusted intercom was perched on one of the rails, and she tried the 'call' button, to no avail. She then tried to yank at the gates themselves, but they were tied together with a chain.

     "Well, shit," Casey muttered as she looked back up at the house. She turned to walk back to the car when a side trail, curved around the gates of the estate, caught her eye.

     This is a dumbass idea Cooke, her conscience screamed, trying to go back on its conviction to rescue her boyfriend. However, her curiosity won out, so she strengthened her resolve and began to follow the path.

     As she journeyed on, she found a dilapidated white van parked- or, rather, broken down- by a busted-open side fence. Whose van is this? she wondered as she cautiously approached it. The door, albeit crooked and beaten in, slid open easily to reveal an interior furnished only by a manila folder.

     Casey plucked the folder up and examined it. The words SEWER GATORS were emblazoned across the front, accompanied only by the caption, Sneaking into a Louisiana ghost house. The folder was full of scripts and jotted notes and half-baked ideas, but the red writing on the back of the folder sent a chill down her spine.

     JOIN US.

     Shivering, she took a step back from the van. Nothing was stopping her from turning back. And yet...she couldn't. It may have just been that the van resembled the one that Kevin drove for the zoo, but she remembered her purpose and steeled her nerves. Stepping toward the fence, she made out another cryptic phrase scrawled on a piece of plywood in a substance resembling mud:

     ACCEPT HIS GIFT

     I can't do this, I can't do this, Casey screamed internally. This is way too fucking creepy, why is he at an abandoned house like this? Was someone else looking for him too? Her mind raced in terror, attempting and failing to process all of the blatant red flags.

     And yet, her legs moved her along with a mind of their own, fueled by all of the memories. The initial awkward smiles as you bumped into him at the tiger exhibit. Holding his hand in the courtroom. Him helping you study for your Intro to Zoology final. Curled up in his apartment under the zoo because Marcia kicked you out for her date night, Casey recalled, trying desperately to think about anything other than the van and persuade herself to trek onward.

     The swarms of insects grew thicker, and Casey became increasingly unsettled by the overgrown path and that ever-notorious feeling of being watched. Every time she turned her head to absorb the scenery, she thought she saw something- or someone- just out of the corner of her eye. However, when she whipped back around to look, it always vanished.

     After a few more minutes of paranoia and reminiscence, she was snapped back to reality by a murder of crows darting out of an alcove. She peered in and saw that they had been feeding on a deer carcass. Used to the sight from hunting trips with her father, she shrugged off the initial shock and pivoted back to the path.

     Casey regretted her entire train of thought up to that point, horrified by what she saw next. A wreath of cow legs was strung up from every angle on the tree branches and rocks, and circular saw blades dangled from it like disturbing Christmas ornaments. She brought her left hand up to her mouth and gasped, attempting to hold the vomit at bay.

     Come on, Casey, she told herself as she lowered her quivering hand. Tears were forming in her eyes, and she had to force her trembling jaw to close so as to prevent bugs from entering her throat. You're in redneck country. There's a lot of weird shit like this. Just keep going…

     She gingerly approached the monument of flesh and, careful not to touch the rotting carrion, grabbed an exposed rope to duck underneath. All was calm again, until she happened upon a scattered murder of freshly dead crows in the trail. She gulped down her fright, slightly numbed by the eccentric wreath from earlier, and pushed forth.

     The trail ended at a small ledge, which overlooked a dead clearing adorned by mangled trees, steaming puddles, and a small house. Casey almost turned away from this obvious event horizon until it caught her eye.

     Kevin's Philadelphia Zoo backpack.

     It was the first sign of him she had seen in this seventh circle of Hell, and, acting against her better judgment, she hopped down. She ran to where the backpack was rather haphazardly lying against a boulder and unzipped it. Sure enough, Kevin's driving license was on top, except it was covered in black mud.

    Wait, this isn't mud, Casey thought. What the hell is this? Wait…this was what was on that sign at the fence…

     She dropped it in disgust, jumped back, and looked to the house. Thick ivy had trailed all the way up the chimney, and the forest seemed to have claimed the roof. Seeing as there was nowhere else to go, she made her way to the porch and stepped up. All of the sunlight that lit her unsettling amble prior to this seemed to disappear, as the porch had been draped over by the omnipresent ivy. The only light she had to see by was anything that filtered through and a dim, cone-shaped lamp perched on the wall just to the right of an open door.

     Through the door, Casey could only see an old window shutter leaning up against a worn wall. Everything else was pitch black, so she took a few steps inside to get a better look.

     creeeaaak- WHAM!

     Casey nearly jumped out of her skin as she was plunged into a total abyss of darkness. She fumbled at her belt with her flashlight, clicked the button on the end, and whipped back around to the door, now firmly shut. She ran into it full force, trying to ram it with her left shoulder, but nevertheless, it stayed. Moving the flashlight up to her teeth, she proceeded to shimmy and tug the doorknob with her trembling hands, trying to push the door back open, but it refused to budge, and the doorknob wouldn't turn, indicating that it was locked.

     "FUCK!" Casey spit out as she slammed her right arm against the door one last useless time.

     She turned back to the room. There was only one other door and an empty corner to curl up and panic in. Knowing it could be her only chance to find an escape route, she puffed her chest and strode up to the other door.

     On the other side was a long hallway scattered with lattice and wallpaper, lit by the exposed part of a window covered mostly by a worn-out wardrobe. Every board creaked underfoot as Casey proceeded to the end of the hall. She entered a cluttered kitchen and regained hope for escape when she saw an exposed pair of windows. However, they were only a few inches from a ridge outside upon further inspection, far too tight to squeeze through, and she was back to square one.

     The table behind her held a closed soup pot and a newspaper. She reached out to lift the lid from the pot, and, upon seeing the slimy, rotted contents, nearly added a new ingredient to the disgusting concoction. The experience was only worsened by a cockroach skittering over her hand by the rusted lid. She let out a small shriek in disgust and hastily flicked her wrist at the opposite wall a few times until her unwanted partner came free.

     Casey moved back to the wall housing the tormenting windows and continued to poke around. Reaching the fridge, she pulled on the handle, but the door only opened the slightest bit. She wrapped her other hand around the door itself and, with one hard pull, threw the door open. The inside was coated with a disgusting goo, and she let the hinges do their work to pull the refrigerator shut again, opting to look at the newspaper back on the table.

     Over 20 Missing In Two Years

     Casey's mind began to spiral with hopelessness as she backed away. This was a fucking mistake. Kevin's dead. I'm going to die here. She whipped her head around to look at the next set of windows. Boarded up. I should have brought someone with… wait! She went to pull her phone out of her pocket, but terror dawned on her as she realized that it wasn't there. I put it back in my pocket...didn't I? Oh my God, it must have slipped out when I jumped into that clearing.

     Keep moving, the panic will make things worse, she reprimanded herself as she continued into the next room. A set of stairs was immediately to her right, so she chose to ascend. 

     The room at the top was as dilapidated as everything else in the house. A button with the word Stairs carved on the metal plating above it sat crookedly on a support pole. Casey pressed it, praying for some miraculous stairway to the roof so she could slide down, but it didn't respond. She rounded the corner of the room and found a lonely oak dresser donned with a crooked lamp and a VCR tape. She picked up the latter, frantically turned to look around the room for anything else of use, and dejectedly went back down the stairs.

     To her right as she descended was another hallway, so Casey began to investigate. Her search took her to another door leading into a sitting area. The furniture was pointed every which way, and papers were strewn all over the floor. As she entered, she noticed two things.

     One, there was a fuse box with one fuse missing.

     Two, there was a TV turned on, set to play from the VCR.

     Casey turned the tape over in her hands, crossed her fingers that it had even one iota of useful information for how to get the hell out of there, and pushed it into the player slot.

     A man resembling a rat wearing a suit looked exasperatedly at the camera, then back to his producer, who towered over him. "Where did you find this guy?" he asked.

     "Give me a break, Joseph."

     "Hey! I only work with professionals. Speaking of which, make sure the sound is right this time, I don't want a repeat of Amarillo."

     "That was two fucking years ago!"

     "I don't do ADR."

     The producer waved to the cameraman to follow him and Joseph, and they hustled up to the derelict house. The cameraman could hear Joseph bitching about him to the producer mixed in with spouting ideas for what shot to use for an intro. Their humble band of three journeyed along the veranda to the closed door.

     "Are we rolling?" Joseph asked impatiently. The cameraman gave a thumbs up, and he finished, "Alright. Let's go."

    The door was locked, but with one swift kick, the producer gained the motley crew entry. Joseph pushed his way past and asked, "Why are we in hell this time?"

     His producer rubs his head in exasperation. "Do you ever prep?"

     "What is there to prep? Shitty house, spooky sounds. Ooh, is it haunted?" Joseph grunts in disgust. "I was an anchor, you know."

    "Weekend sub, Joseph. Not anchor."

     Indignantly, Joseph turned back to his producer and asked, "So, what's the story, Jai?"

     "Abandoned farm house. Missing family. Foul play suspected. The usual. Been vacant for three year-"

     "Fletcher, get a shot of this! It'd make a great cutaway. So, Jai, Hillbilly Joe and his family go-"

     Jai scoffs. "Not hillbillies. The Smiths. Dennis and Patricia Smith. And they were quiet, not backward. Lot of bad rumors about their son, Luke." He took off into the next room while Joseph stayed behind to whine to Fletcher about his shoes. However, when he started calling for Jai again and no reply came, Joseph only grew more pissed.

     "I swear to God, this is the last time I work with that guy!" Joseph exclaimed as the pair ventured down the hallway to the sitting room. "I mean, producers come and go, but...a good cameraman like you, Fletcher? Y-you stick with me."

     Joseph reached the door to the sitting room just as a raucous clanging sounded from the other side, sending him into another furious outburst. After he cooled down, he reached gingerly for the doorknob and pushed it open.

     "Jai?" Joseph called. "Where the fuck is he?" They ventured around the helter-skelter furniture and Joseph crouched by the dusty fireplace. "What the hell?" he exclaimed, tugging at a hidden handle. After a few creaks in the walls, a secret door opened across the room.

    "A-alright, new deal. We find Jai and go," Joseph grumbled in a quavering voice. The men crouched and ducked through to the hidden room. Apart from a few crates, the room was notable only for a ragged hole in the floor and a ladder down through it.

   "You first," Joseph whimpered out. "Need a nice hero shot of me c-coming down the ladder." Fletcher let out a quick huff, shoved his camera and flashlight into his sweatshirt, and proceeded to descend.

     Retrieving his items, Fletcher slowly turned around to find Jai standing like a pillar, facing some pipes along the wall. He reached out and grabbed his shoulder, but Jai's body was limp, and turning him around revealed that his face had been smashed against the pipes as he had a considerable gouge through his right eye and blood poured from his broken teeth.

    Fletcher screamed as he fell back, bringing Jai on top of him. The camera began to cut out, and the last shot featured an approaching person in heavy workboots, followed by more shrieks.

    Casey didn't have the willpower to hold in her vomit anymore. Assuming that whoever murdered the men in the video wouldn't mind even more filth in their already decrepit home, she stumbled over to the furniture and emptied the contents of her stomach underneath the coffee table.

     After wiping her mouth with a crumpled sheet of paper, she weighed her options. She could take a chair to the front door, but it was obvious by this point that she was being deliberately trapped. She could also try to pry open a window, but who knew if her captor is watching from every angle. Hell, she could just give up and await certain death…

     But Jai specifically said three years ago. If Kevin is here, I need to know.

     Finally, she begrudgingly turned her head to the fireplace.

     It was the only way.

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A/N: This is my first time ever actually writing a fanfic, AU, et thetera so please leave constructive criticism! Please also reblog, like, give me credit, whatever y'all gotta do! I will update this as I have time to do so. If you want to be on the tag list, just drop me an ask specifically asking to be and I'll add you! 😘

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@heavens-in-my-mind

#split #split movie #glass #glass movie #glass 2019 #james mcavoy #anya taylor-joy #re7 #resident evil 7 #re7 biohazard #the horde #kevin wendell crumb #casey cooke #fic #au #tw: emetophobia #tw: violence #casey x kevin #dennis split #patricia split #luke glass #hedwig split #the beast split #jade split #barry split #david dunn #unbreakable #eastrail 177 #bruce willis #long post

[of-pale]

Dante gives the vibes of a character that would use a lot of emojis when typing on a phone, that's if he ever got past using a rotary one from 1970 or something. He’d totally send a message that's only emojis and leave the other person wondering.

Dante: 😑🤌😒🎉🎄💯💥🦄😌🤠🔥👌🕔🗓️👀🤔

Nero: What the fuck Dante?

Dante: 🤷🤌🙈🗓️💥

Nero: What am I meant to make of that?

Dante: 💁

Nero:🖕😠🖕

Dante: 🥰😘

Nero: Seriously thou, what do you mean?

Nero: Dante?

Nero: I swear to Sparda, if you don't respond in the next 5 minutes, I'm coming over all the way from Fortuna just to kick your ass.

#dmc #devil may cry #Daaaanteee #Nero ain't got no time or patience #Nero texts Vergil to stab Dante for him #he does it without asking a single question #say no more #dumbasses own a cellphone AU

[fremmedsprak]

Ti-Cul - Les Cowboys Fringants

Ti-Cul est pas allé / Ti-Cul* didn’t go À ses cours du matin / To his classes this morning Parce qu'en quecq'part y sait / Because somehow he knows Que ça lui sert à rien / It’s no use Y'a préféré scèner / He prefers to “stage” Au salon étudiant / At the student lounge Plutôt que de s'faire chier / Instead of getting bored D'vant un prof emmerdant / In front of a boring teacher Y fait sans ambition / He’s doing with no ambition Un DEC en sciences humaines / A degree in social sciences** Un peu à reculons / Not really wanting to Sans trop s'donner la peine / Without really trying Y voulait être comédien / He wanted to be an actor Mais ses parents lui ont dit / But his parents told him Que c'était pas un bon ch'min / It wasn’t the way to go Pour être heureux dans la vie... / To be happy in life Facque y'é là pis y niaise / So he’s there and he fools around Fout rien dans ses études / Does nothing in his studies Pour lui c'est d'la foutaise / For him, it’s just shit D'la criss de platitude / Something fucking boring La seule chose qui l'allume / The only things that makes him happy C'est son équipe d'impro / Is his improv team Ou les pétards qu'y s'fume / And the stuff he smokes Quand y fait d'la radio / When he hosts the radio Mais sa moman espère / So his mom hopes Qu'y devienne avocat / He’ll become a lawyer Qu'il fasse un bon salaire / So he earns good money Un peu comme son popa / Just like his dad Mais Ti-Cul est pas un con / But Ti-Cul isn’t stupid 'Sait ben que pour être heureux / He knows that to be happy Faut vivre pour ses convictions / You have to live for your believes Et non pour celles de ses vieux / And not those of your folks Pourquoi chercher un sens / Why try to find a meaning À toutes leurs conneries? / To all their bullshit Ti-Cul va tenter ta chance / Ti-Cul will try Et fais ton ch'min dans la vie / And make his own way through life Parce qu'au fond le vrai plaisir / Because in the end the true pleasure C'est p't'être juste de pas savoir / Is maybe not knowing Comment qu'a va finir / How your story Ta p'tite histoire / Will end Et y'a son grand frère / And there’s his big brother Un genre d'insignifiant / Some sort of nobody Vendeur de cellulaires / Who sells cellphones Qui pense rien qu'à l'argent / And only thinks about money Qui lui dit : "C'est d'valeur / He tells him: “it’s sad T'auras jamais d'ouvrage / You’ll never have any work Parce que dev'nir acteur / Because becoming an actor C'est pelleter des nuages" / Is like shovelling clouds”*** Sa vie est toute tracée / His life is all planed out Y s'pose jamais de questions / He never questions it Et à l'entendre parler / And hearing how he talks C'toujours lui qui a raison / He’s the one who’s always right Sauf que Ti-Cul s'en balance / But Ti-Cul doesn’t care Il sait que les gens bornés / He knows thick-headed people Veulent masquer leur impuissance / Want to hide away their weakness En essayant d't'écraser / By trying to run you over Pourquoi chercher un sens / Why try to find a meaning À toutes leurs conneries? / To all their bullshit Ti-Cul va tenter ta chance / Ti-Cul will try Et fais ton ch'min dans la vie / And make his own way through life Parce qu'au fond le vrai plaisir / Because in the end the true pleasure C'est p't'être juste de pas savoir / iIs maybe not knowing Comment qu'a va finir / How your story Ta p'tite histoire / Will end Une chance y'a sa copine / Good thing he has his girlfriend Une fille qui est super fine / A girl who’s super sweet Qui au moins le comprend / Who at least understands him Et sait qu'y a du talent / And knows he’s talented Elle lui dit d's'accrocher / She tells him to hold on Et d'continuer à croire / And to keep believing Qu'y s'ra p't'être accepté / That one day he’ll get into Dans un conservatoire / A theatre school Et qu'ya toujours l'option / And there’s always the option Même si c't'en attendant / Even if it’s just in the meantime D'faire d'la figuration / To be an extra Dans des téléromans / In tv series Parc'que pour vivre sa passion / Because to live his passion Et pas regretter plus tard / And not regret it later Y faut ben comme de raison / There’s always the reason Que tu commences en quecqu'part / That you need to start somewhere C'est pour ça que demain / That’s why tomorrow Y va tout abandonner / He’ll give it all up Et au diable les crétins / To hell with the dumbasses Qui veulent pas l'encourager / Who don’t want to support him Parce qu'y sait qu'le vrai plaisir / bBecause he knows the real pleasure Au fond c'est de pas savoir / Is in the end not knowing Comment qu'a va finir / How his story Sa p'tite histoire / Will end Garder son esprit libre / Keep his mind free Trouver un peu d'équilibre / Find a balance Pour le reste y s'en fout ben / He doesn’t care about the rest Ti-Cul a hâte d'êt' demain... / Ti-Cul cannot wait for tomorrow

*Ti-Cul literally means “little ass”, and it’s usually used to talk about children or at least young people

**DEC stands for “diplôme d’études collégiales” (diploma of collegiate studies) and it is the degree we take between high school and university

***Hard one to translate, we say that about people who don’t see reality as it is, someone who’s an idealistic (something used a lot with art people)

#i wrote this with my eyes half closed sorry if it's shit #song translation #music #les cowboys fringants #quebec french #french

[dontshootmespence]

Supernatural AU: Episode 5 - Faith

Part 1

Another greasy, backwoods, podunk hick stinking of beer and motor oil thinking he was gonna get into her pants.

Little did he know.

She was exhausted by it, but unfortunately it came with her assignment and for him she would deal with an infinite amount of these idiots.

Meg glanced in the rearview mirror, a smirk playing across her lips when he asked her where she wanted to go. It was all fun and games screwing around with one dumbass after another, but she did have a job to do and all her plans had been derailed after they left. He would want an update.

“Why don’t you pull over?” She crooned. The down-home country twang got them every time. It was too simple. Of course he would pull over; this idiot thought what they all did. ‘A pretty little blonde asking me to pull to the side of the road - I’ve hit the lottery!’

She tried to suppress a gag when she saw exactly how excited this moron was at the prospect of a little ass, but she’d do what needed to be done.

On this almost moonless night, he pulled the rickety van into a clearing with more than a few trees. He could have gone further up the road, but he underestimated the woman in the passenger seat, thinking if she decided not to go through with it, he’d have her in a corner. She banked on the stupidity of others.

The scraggly-haired redneck glanced in her direction expectantly, mind buzzing with possibilities that would never come. She wanted to laugh. She could just cut to the chase, but toying with him was so much fun. The silver goblet slipped effortlessly out of her bag, intriguing the man next to her. “I need to make a call,” she said sweetly.

A hint of confusion struck him before he offered her his cellphone. How cute.

Slipping her left hand into the pocket of her leather jacket and molding her palm to the knife’s hilt, she spoke with ice in her veins. “It’s not that kind of call.”

Before he knew what hit him, she jabbed the knife into the side of his throat, delighting in the gurgling sound that came from him. She’d revel in it more if she had the time, but she needed answers and per his orders had been keeping herself under the radar – very little fun, but necessary. Tipping the goblet toward the steady stream of blood, the scent of copper filling her nose, she gathered it and watched until it pooled into the basin.

With two fingers, she pushed the dying man in the direction of the driver’s side window and smirked before dipping the same two fingers into the pool of blood, stirring as she spoke – to him.

The blood reached out, its power eminent. He could hear her. “Why did I have to let them go?” She asked. She trusted him. Truly, she did, but her abilities were wasted. “I could have taken them, both of them.”

As the indistinct voice emerged from the goblet, she relaxed into her role. They were needed for a larger purpose and she would just have to trust that fact for now. “Yes, I trust you,” she whispered. “I trust you father.”

                                                             -----

Probably a good thing they came back. “You were toast,” Bobbie laughed. Some might balk at the idea of being chased around an orchard by a killer scarecrow for a pagan sacrifice, but alas, it was just another day in their lives.

“Seriously, you should be kissing our asses.” Sam said with a smile, pointing between himself and Bobbie as they all piled into the Impala again.

Dean claimed he had a plan all along; he would’ve been fine. But he couldn’t fool them. He and that girl had been mere moments from being on the wrong end of the scarecrow’s blade. Thankfully, the freaks that had been orchestrating the sacrifices for years were the ones to bite it this time. “What made you decide to come back?”

Bobbie came back because Sam decided to return. After her brothers ended up fighting in the car and walking away from each other despite her protestations, she decided to go with Sam. He wanted to look for John, a mix of worry and anger flowing through every muscle of his body. Dean wanted to follow John’s orders – for them to stop looking for him and do their jobs.

Honestly, Bobbie didn’t care either way. She knew there was work to be done, but she also wanted to find John if for no other reason than to punch him in the throat. After all the shit he’d been putting them through lately, she figured she was entitled to that much. But Sam had been the reason she’d left Dean. As his big sister, she was supposed to protect him – love him – that was her job, but when Jessica died she knew she’d failed, so instead of staying with Dean who could in all likelihood handle a job or two on his own (apparently she’d been wrong about that too, cue more guilt) she went after Sam and found him at the bus station on the tail end of a conversation with a pretty blonde.

“Well, you weren’t picking up your phone and we got worried about you,” he replied. “Good thing too. Otherwise you’d be a dead man.”

“No way, man. I had a plan. I was golden.” Bobbie rolled her eyes and smiled as Baby purred and began growling down the road.

“And I just figured that we know dad’s alive and finding him could wait another day. Something Meg said, even though I don’t think she meant it that way.” Sam didn’t want to admit how much he’d understood her, the desire to get away from family – forge another path, but when it all came down to it, no matter how much of a pain in the ass he found his brother and sister, they were all each other had.

Dean turned around, hand resting on Baby’s wheel. “Meg? You met a girl and you came back? Was she pretty?”

“Shut up,” Sam quipped. “It’s only been six months. Not ready for that yet.”

Bobbie’s lip twitched as she looked out the window. Jessica’s death was still so raw for him and she couldn’t do anything to help him. “I thought she was,” Bobbie said, forcing a little too much levity into her voice. “Like a southern belle with a rebel streak, but it didn’t look like she had anyone, not like us.”

Sam leaned back in the front passenger side seat and closed his eyes. “Yea, we can wait another day for Bobbie to punch dad in the face. We’ll find him together.”

“You wanna punch dad in the face?” Dean asked incredulously.

“You don’t?”

                                                            -----

A few days passed before they got a hint of anything on the radar, but the second a Rawhead showed up (a humanoid with decaying skin that lurks in basements and preys on children, seriously you can’t make this shit up) Bobbie, Dean and Sam formulated a plan to take it out.

Considering they tended to crumble under electrocution, the plan was fairly simple - take stun guns and shoot the bastard. But the best laid plains of mice and men often go awry so the saying goes.

The moment the Impala parked on cool, damp grass, the three of them jumped out of the car and grabbed their stun guns from the trunk. “Okay,” Dean said quietly as they snuck up the side of the rickety, wood-eaten house, “Once we get down there, we separate, corner it and finish this thing off so we can go back to the room and get drunk. I want this thing extra friggin crispy.”

“Sounds like a plan to me,” Bobbie whispered into the chill of the night.

Sam thought more along the lines of sleeping for another few days, but it didn’t matter. Whatever motivation they could find to make it through another job was about all they could really ask for.

Inside the home, they made their way down the stairs, careful not to draw any unwanted attention through clacking shoes and creaking floors. Easier said than done. When Bobbie’s boot pressed heavily into the weak wood, Sam shot her a glance, grimacing when she mouthed her ‘sorry.’

It took them forever to get to the bottom of the steps, but once Dean’s ratty shoes hit the concrete floor, they tiptoed in opposite directions to cover more ground. A chill ran up Bobbie’s spine. The never-ending silence paired with the dank, musty smell and the lack of light making her question every single move made around her. Was it Sam? Was it Dean? Was it something else entirely?

From across the basement, the sound of some kind of opening doors focused her attention again. Practiced agility brought her back to her brothers in seconds. The children had been cowering in the cabinet. “It’s okay. We aren’t going to hurt you,” Dean whispered.

Bobbie reached out and ushered the children toward Sam. “This is my brother. He’s going to help you outside okay?” The frightened youngsters nodded, eyes searching everywhere, desperate to get out of their own personal hell without any cuts and bruises. “We’ve got this,” she said, looking up at Sam, whose worry was always apparent in furrowed brows.

Close behind the children, Sam bounded up the steps and got knocked down when the Rawhead shot its hand out from between the dilapidated stairs and grabbed him by the ankle. “Sam!” Bobbie yelled.

Sam kicked his leg out of the monster’s grasp before following behind the children, leaving Dean and Bobbie to handle the barely human creature on their own. Instead of separating this time, they stood back-to-back, stun guns raised with fingers ready to pull at the triggers. “Where the hell did it go?” Bobbie whispered.

He didn’t have any clue, but before he could answer, the monster raced toward them from the sides, its inhuman speed taking them off guard and knocking Bobbie and Dean in different directions among the dust and debris. She could feel the air get knocked from her lungs as the force of the Rawhead’s push smashed her into the back wall. With her brain rattling around in her skull, she tried to refocus her vision and reach for the stun gun, but the otherworldly screeching of the monster and the sizzle of electricity brought her attention upward to where it was convulsing.

The ripples of shock ripped through the monster’s body and traveled down through the floor where it stood in a puddle of water. As the blur started to fade away, she saw Dean in the water too. “Dean!”

Not again.

She failed him again.

The electricity rolled through him, snaps, crackles and pops making him sound more machine than human.

Bobbie’s heart raced as she ran to his side, cradling Dean in her arms. “Dean! Dean, wake up!”

                                                            -----

@remember-me-forever-silent-angel @gaylemonshark  @marveldivergentouatdctvfangirl @lalirang @averagekansan @addsomesalt @stusbunker @sebba-hiddles @fanfictionrecommendations-com @hoppy519 @thatwrestlingfan91 @extremeobsessions101 @spence-imagines @bettercallsabs @whaaatthefuuuuck @letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked @your-imagination-runs-wild @cryinglots @steggy01 @gigilame @sedulous-mind @a-unique-girls-heaven @just-antiyou @rmmalta @original-criminal-fanfics @ties-n-suits @veroinnumera @eurusholmmes @fanficienjoyedreading @astridstark13​ @ties-n-suits​ @demonlover87​ @kennybud​ @shittyafblogwnopoint​ @pleasantlyfadingpeace​ @bulldozed88 @a-gir1-has-n0-name​ @ocappreciation

#supernatural #supernatural au #supernatural fanfiction #dean winchester #sam winchester #bobbie deanna winchester #dontshootmespence #born to fire #faith #s1ep5

[ausblack]

RESCUE | k.nj

REQUEST BY @sarcasm-olala: “I'd love to read a hybrid au with hybrid!namjoon where you take him in (the cliche thing I'm sorry) and joon just being the softest motherfucker once you break through his shell. I'm a bitch for fluff, I apologize. It's fine if you don't want to do it, no worries!” 

Pairing: Wolf!Namjoon x Reader 

Genre: Fluffiest shit ever 

A/n.sorry for the anons that requested a smut, but I decided not to put any smut in here 

“Y/n are you going to close the shop tonight?” you heard the voice of your coworker from the counter of the café.

“Yeah sure, are you going home early?”You asked him receiving a nod in response.

“I asked the boss if I could go home because I feel sick.” He said locking at his reflexion on the mirror. He looked like he was about to go on a date.

“Now that I look at you, you do look sick.” You said sarcastically as he turned around to look at you with a questioning gaze.

“Really?” He said worryingly, trying to fix his appearance with a hand on his hair. 

You puffed sitting down on a table with your black apron on.

“I was kidding dumbass. Are you going on a date?” 

A big smile appeared on his face as he started to speak.

“Yeah, this girl asked me out and she’s really pretty. I hope everything goes well.” He said putting on a denim jacket.

“Don’t come home to late,I can hear you from upstairs whenever you bring a chick in your apartment.” You said making him laugh.

“Hopefully you won’t sleep tonight.” He responded laughing at your disgusted expression. 

“Good for you. Hope everything goes well here too. I don’t want to handle drunk people like the last time.” You said taking your cellphone off your pocket.

“Call me only in case of emergency. I don’t want to mess this date up, but I also don’t want to have you on my conscience.” 

 “All right bro, have fun.” He gave you one last smile before closing the door, leaving you completely alone. 

You sighed as you got up to clean everything up, ready to go home as soon as possible. 

Working in a café was something that you loved and that you did when you didn’t have classes in college.

It was an easy way to make some money, that you used to pay your tuition and your rent as well. 

It could get lonely at times because here you were a newcomer and your boss took advantaged of that, making you work way over your part time hours, but you didn’t mind because in order to make more money you were more than available for him. 

With your job you also got the opportunity to become friends with your coworker than soon became your best friend. 

He lived a flat under yours and you never got the opportunity to speak with him before you introduced each others at the coffee shop.

You were wiping the tables of the shop when the door opened suddenly scaring you to death. 

You quickly turned around to see two men with hoodies on that came in while looking down. You stared at them in silence and you walked a few steps back as one of the two men started to speak.

“We don’t want to be rude but we need your help..” He took off his hoodie and you noticed two big black ears on top of his head.

“Wait are you an hybrid?” You muttered watching as they sweated in front of you.

The other guy took off his hoodie too and you realized how little this one was.

He had bid gray ears that looked like they were ears of a bunny, it was extremely cute.

“You too?” You asked as the other hybrid hided himself with the back of the other man.

“We’re both hybrids.” He said looking outside from the windows of the shop every now and then.

“Where’s your owner?” You asked putting down on the table the cleaner and the cloth, wiping your wet hands on the apron that you were still wearing. 

“W..we don’t have one.” He said cautiously hoping for you to stay calm.

“What? You can’t stay here this is illegal.” You said looking at them with wide eyes.

Hybrid were still a new thing and only rich people could afford to have one. 

However they couldn’t stay on the streets because the hybrid-catchers were always looking for them. 

Having an hybrid without documents was illegal and you couldn’t risk going to jail. 

“Please, we beg you. We can’t go there again, they’re looking for us.” The big hybrid came closer to you and he held your hands hoping to gain your mercy.

“How old is he?” You asked looking at the hybrid that was behind him while keeping his hands on yours. 

“He’s just a teen, we can’t go back to that hell. I’ll do anything you ask butter least hide him. He’s too young.” He said making you feel extremely sad and pitiful. 

What were you going to do? Were you ready to risk going against the law to help this two hybrids just because they were begging you to help them?

“I’ll..just..go in the bathroom, I’ll call my coworker for some help. God, he’s going to kill me.” You muttered to yourself, taking them to a more reserved place. 

“They looked at you with big, scared eyes and you couldn’t help but smile sadly, hoping to make them feel more at ease.

“No one is going to hurt you okay? Just trust me.”

They nodded and you went out of the bathroom taking your phone to make the call. 

After a couples of rings, you could hear the voice from the other end of the line. 

“This better be important.” 

“Jin I need your help.” You said, ignoring his questions before hanging up.

“Are you out of your fucking mind?” Jin yelled as you finished your explanation. 

“Jin, listen. They need help.” 

“We could go to jail for this!” He sat down on a chair passing a hair through his hair. 

“Who knows what happen to them. They’re all dirty and scared Jin. I don’t want to send them away with the authorities that are looking for them now.” You explained putting a hand on his shoulder. 

“And what do you want us to do?” He asked you with a frown on his face.

“I don’t know.. I could take one of them at home..” You said and he scoffed.

“Y/N You can’t. adopt an hybrid just because you want to.” He said and you slapped his chest making him whine in protest.

“No need to get violent.” Jin scolded you, but you didn’t care.

“Since when did you become so heartless? Come here and look at them.” You said making your way out of the room, walking towards the bathroom where they were hiding.

You opened the door with Jin by your side, walking into the two hybrids that were sitting on the floor by each other. 

That sight warmed your heart and you could sense that Jin felt the same way. 

You got closer to them, kneeling in front of them.

“This is Jin, he will help you along with me. Right Jin?” You asked him looking up at the boy and he nodded.

“Sure.” You smiled and a small smile formed on the faces of the hybrid too. 

“What’s your name?” Jin asked them kneeling beside you.

“My name is Namjoon and this is Jungkook.” The bigger hybrid said looking at the bunny hybrid with a comforting expression.

“We’ll take you home but you need to act like we are your owners.” Jin said with a serious tone and they nodded in understanding.

“My place is small though, I can take both of you with me.” He continued and Jungkook looked at Namjoon with wide eyes.

“Take him, I can go somewhere else.” Namjoon said making Jungkook whine.

“I don’t want you to get hurt..” Jungkook said for the first time since you’ve seen them, making you hear is quiet voice.

“Namjoon will be okay. I’ll bring him with him. Me and Jin live in the same building, you’ll see each other everyday.” You tried to calm the young hybrid down and he nodded slightly his head making Namjoon smile. 

“But what about after that?” The hybrid that some-what seemed like a wolf asked.

“I know someone that can write some fake documents for us. We can use them just in case. Tomorrow I’ll call him.” You said making Jin look at you with a infuse expression.

“Who?” He asked curiously. 

“Tae, he goes in my informatics class. He’ll help us, I’m sure.”  You said looking at the three boys.

“We. better go from the other door, just in case someone followed you in the streets.” Jin said taking Jungkook’s hand. 

The bunny hybrid seemed trustful of Jin and he followed him without hesitating, staying besides his side. 

You did the same with Namjoon, and he kept a smile stamped on his face. 

The goodbye between Jungkook and Namjoon what touching, even though they were only staying apart for a couple of hours. They were going to see each others again in the morning but it seemed like Jungkook saw in Namjoon what was like a brotherly figure, so it was hard for him. 

Namjoon on the other hand seemed nervous when he first entered your home, but you tried to get him as comfortable as possible. 

“Do as you like. My home is your home for now on.” You said to him and he looked at you with wide eyes.

“Words can’t express how grateful I am for you Y/N, I own you my life.” He said hugging you suddenly.

At first you staid still because you didn’t expected him to be this touchy, but you relax in a second, wrapping your arms around him. 

“You’re not in danger anymore, You are safe as long as you live here.” He looked at you with an adoringly gaze, making you blush at the skinship. 

“Here, I’ll show you your room.” You said and he looked at you with wide eyes.

“I get my own bedroom?” He asked confusing you.

“Didn’t your previous owners gave you a room?” You asked and he shook his head.

“And where did you sleep?” 

“On the floor, near the bed.” You gasped at his answer.

“Are you serious?” 

“Yes, they treated me like a god so I decided to ran away and I brought Jungkook with me. We had the same owners and I wanted him to stay safe. I knew that he wasn’t safe with that family and he agreed to follow as soon as I told him about my intentions.” You nodded as he explained your story and you couldn’t help but to fall for his amazing dark eyes. 

He had an aura around him, something that made him special. 

Like some kind of feeling that made you feel like you were okay as long as you stayed around him. 

That night Namjoon slept like he had never closed eyes for a long time, and you were happy to see him peacefully asleep around your blankets with a smile on his face, as he dreamed about good things 

Little did you know that he was dreaming about you, about the angel that rescued him from the hell that his previous life was. 

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[lollytea]

For that fanfic Drabble thing, what about like, Karma and Ryder for 18? Maybe modern au of their bullshit so there’s no Spoiling of any kind.

(i call this ship the super smash bros brawl)

“This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.”

Only Ryder could possibly say this in a chipper tone as he mopped away the remaining trickle from his bloodied nose.

Karma glared up from a case of taxidermy cicadas. "What do you mean Stupid? There's good money in bugs!"

"There's good money in bugs," Ryder repeated in a mix of awe and amusement. "You say weirder and weirder stuff everyday, you know that?"

"So help me, I'm gonna punch you again."

He smirked at the threat, stroking the dried blood that crusted over his backhand. "Eh, nothin' I'm not used to."

Ryder and Karma had an.....interesting relationship.

Think of a casual fling with no sentimental strings attached. But then replace kisses and sex with fistfights and smackdowns in a vacant field a couple times a week. Think of roars of triumph and screeches of pain.

Think of bruised knuckles and fistfuls of hair. Of broad beams and collapsing over eachothers' aching limbs, still panting out half hearted fightin' words as they fall into sweet naps under the summer sun.

Think of a goddamn garbage fire of a romance. Then subtract the romance.

There was nothing romantic about chipped teeth.

Their bond was a lot more antagonistic when they first met. Enemies, they called themselves.

It was a little different now. While they still claimed this was their relationship, it was all meaningless labels. Enemies certainly didn't hang around after the fight, bandage eachother up and share a pot of herbal tea.

"I mean, how hard can raising money possibly be?" Karma reasoned, neatly arranging her plates, pointing from one treasure to the next. "Say I sell two beetles and a butterfly. That's ten dollars already! How much is a cellphone anyway? Thirty? Forty dollars?"

Ryder sucked a breath through his teeth, setting his teacup down with a grimace. He shook his head. "Maybe go up a little, bro."

"Fifty?! Are you kidding me?!"

"You know, as shocking as this is to hear, listening to you guess how much a phone costs is way more entertaining than watching Netflix."

Karma tilted her head. "What's Netflix?"

Damn. He loved this dumbass, barbaric girl.

.....wait no, retract statement. That was not on the record yet.

It was strange though. He never imagined striking up any kind of relationship (let alone this weird one.) with a girl from the outskirting moss village. 

The place was borderline Amish and Karma represented that perfectly. The most advanced object in her home was an antique, wooden radio. Her dress looked to be fashioned out of a potato sack for God's sake.

Ryder, in contrast, always appeared with his blue and green dyed dreads and aqua earbuds hanging off a red, adidas hoodie. Popping colours and exuberant modernism. He attracted disapproving glowers whenever he set foot in the place.

The two had taken to sneaking around. Which made his stomach churn a little. Reminded him of Romeo and Juliet and he didn't like that.

Wait, they died at the end, didn't they? Though in fairness, Karma and Ryder would probably die too. By eachothers' hands, no less.

"If you think this is a dumb idea, why do you wanna help?" She asked.

"Why wouldn't I wanna help?" Ryder threw out his hands, astonished by the very notion that he would keep his nose out of this one. "I wanna see the moss village hag try to sell her creepy crawly collection to the poor, unsuspecting city slickers-OW!"

A fist struck his upper arm and he could only swallow and nod in acceptance. When he got too mouthy, she punched. He knew the drill.

Ryder swung back and thumped her shoulder  but Karma barely flinched. She was unresponsive, staring down at her bugs and worrying fingers through her hair. A few leaves came undone and fell from her mess of locks.

"I need this phone." She stated solemnly.

As she slouched over the kitchen table, bottom lip jutted out in a pout, his gaze lingered on the necklace that dangled over her chest.

A beetle pendant. Purchased by Ryder at a city market where vendor stalls lined the streets. He could still feel that rush of smug joy at the thought of presenting it to her. He would have urged her to wear it too, the hideous bug necklace that he had spent money on just for her.

That was the plan.

But to his complete astonishment, not an eyeroll nor scowl had been seen that day. On the contrary, it was Ryder's face that boiled as the girl burst into an ecstatic squeal, cradling her "gift." and eagerly begging for him to clip it around her neck.

The joke had backfired. Terribly. Karma adored her necklace and had worn it every day since. In theory, this should infuriate Ryder.

But it didn't.

Honestly, he didn't know where the joke ended and the sentiment began anymore. There were some dangerous signs at play here. The deep rooted delight at seeing that necklace still adorning her collar being one of them.

"I'm gonna help you." Said Ryder.

She looked to him, exasperated. "No thanks. I don't need you to sit there and laugh when I'm trying to-"

"No, no, I mean-...." He paused, taking a deep inhale. "I'm actually gonna help. Whenever me and my sisters need money, we go into the city and busk so-"

"Busk?"

"Uh. Make a fool of ourselves out in the street and people throw money at us. That's basically it. We like to breakdance."

Karma raised a brow. "You really think Suki and Glimmer would agree to it?"

"They will if their beloved brother asks them to."

"Excuse me?"

"Okay. Correction. They will if their beloved brother has to get super annoying and ask them repeatedly."

That got a giggle out of her. "Ryder, I don't wanna force your sisters to-"

"Karma. I'm kidding." He leaned back in his seat with a shrug and a scoff. "I know they'll do it if I ask because they love you."

She ran up her freckled arm, a small smile blooming on her face.

Karma got along remarkably well with his sisters. Which is ironic, considering she's whacked their brother (their own flesh and blood) like a goddamn a punching bag on multiple occasions. Apparently, that wasn't a dealbreaker for friendship? At least not where his roughed up family was concerned.

Ryder's folded arms slid across the table, not even realizing he was inching closer until she glanced up and he could take in the foresty shade of her irises.

"We're gonna get you a phone. I promise."

The smirk she gave him almost mirrored his own. Complete with the knowing glint in her eyes and playful cock of the head. They had been spending too much time together.

"Just say you love me already."

Ryder bit down on his bottom lip, barely gifting her with a reaction. They continued to stare eachother down as he half mindedly wondered if he should blink or not.

"You're not gonna go first?" He countered coolly. "I mean, why is it you want this phone exactly?"

Karma's smile twitched but remained in place. He had her.

The days of their final summer were counting down. In a few weeks, Ryder was off to college. He would be gone.

They both knew she didn't agree with that. Karma didn't want him gone. Neither of them did.

"Prank calls. Obviously."

Ryder laughed, letting his stiff frame melt. He met her eyes competitively. "I'm gonna make you say it one day."

"Not if you say it first."

"We'll see."

[imagineproduce101]

Jung Sewoon Mafia AU

tysm to  @ohkaypopthis as usual coming thru with the amazing a1 plot ideas wow what a legend

*the actual fic is under the read more bc it’s long as hell and i’m not tryna spam people on any of the tags yikes

you gasped, trying to catch your breath momentarily before hurtling yourself off of the building’s roof, landing hard in an open garbage dumpster, the bags just barely breaking your fall

“(y/n)-ssi,” jung sewoon, a high-up member of the 101, your own group’s absolute rival, called from the top of the building, staring down at you with cold brown eyes, “i just want to talk with you, i’m not going to hurt you.”

“bullshit,” you muttered, clambering out of the dumpster

you hadn’t trust jung sewoon’s charming voice and easy smiles when he’d first approached you inside the convenience store where you worked part-time, and you still didn’t trust him now

“(y/n), this is your last warning,” sewoon’s velvety voice said, a tinge of something much harsher in it, “stop running away and talk with me. i can get you out of SVT.”

you just groaned and hopped down from the dumpster, wincing in pain

your body already hurt, and so all the physical activity wasn’t really helping matters

“Fine.”

you glanced up in shock at the total 180 sewoon’s voice had taken, hard, steely and calculated

“taehyun, go.”

there was a loud bang, and you let out a scream as something grazed your arm, adrenaline immediately thrumming through your body

“you fucking shot me?” you yelled furiously, feeling your head start to spin

“I told you, that was your last warning.”

the last thing you heard before you blacked out was that voice, gripping your consciousness with a cold iron grasp

the first thing that you noticed when you finally came to was how fuzzy your head and mouth seemed

“how are you feeling?

that familiar velvety voice pierced through the hazy fog in your mind, and your eyes fluttered open

you were in a hospital room, a few men staring at you

one of them was obviously a doctor, and one of them was jung sewoon

“you just can’t leave me alone, can you?” you managed to croak out despite your incredibly dry throat

sewoon just chuckled and handed you a water bottle after opening it swiftly

“we have a proposal for you.”

you eyed sewoon suspiciously after you’d taken a few sips

“who exactly is ‘we’ and what kind of proposal are we talking?”

sewoon sighed, glancing at the doctor, who frowned

“fine, i’ll take the hint,” the doctor grumbled, shuffling out of the room

“thanks, gunhee,” the other guy accompanying sewoon chirped, before bursting out into giggles

sewoon just sighed and grabbed a folder, handing it over to you

“i can’t move my right arm, dumbass,” you snapped, glaring at the reason why your arm was covered in bandages

sewoon just smiled at you and opened the folder, showing you the files inside

it was full of intel on you-- your family, how SVT had blackmailed you into joining and how you struggled to even barely support your family

“(y/n), you need help,” sewoon said firmly, levelling you with a stare

you looked back at him defiantly, not wanting to admit that yes, you did need something, anything, to get out of SVT

“SVT uses you as a pawn, nothing more,” sewoon continued, pulling up a chair next to your bed

you tried to ignore the heat that was taking over your cheeks, glancing down at the papers in sewoon’s hand to avoid his intense stare

“the 101 can help you, (y/n),” sewoon continued, “we’ve seen your abilities so far-- your talents are wasted on these low-level missions that SVT has been assigning you, and they’re far too risky for you.”

“so what are you proposing, mr. confident?” you retorted

sewoon leaned back in his chair, satisfied knowing that he’d already won half the battle

“stay in SVT for now,” he said, “i’ll check in with you frequently, and you’ll inform us about what jobs they are taking on, their focuses and such. when the time is right, we’ll transfer you to a 101 division that keeps you out of the path with SVT. we’ll also have a few members watch your family, keeping tabs and making sure that they’re safe.”

you considered his proposal, flipping through the papers that sewoon had handed you

it was an enticing proposal, but in all honesty, you were scared, not for yourself, but for your family

“(y/n), I’m fairly powerful in the 101,” sewoon’s velvety voice interrupted your musing, “I can arrange for some our best members to watch your family. they’ll be safe.”

you looked up at him sharply, a bit perturbed by how well he was able to tell what you were thinking 

“fine,” you nodded, handing the papers back to sewoon, “let’s do this.”

working with sewoon wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be

you were definitely nervous about being caught, but sewoon only checked in with you once every two weeks, and was cautious about it

other than that, you continued on your usual svt tasks, while collecting information about jobs, new recruits and plans to sewoon, who passed it on to the other members of the 101

the check-ins became somewhat of a welcome routine 

sewoon would always ask how you were doing, and bring you your favorite ice-cream if he knew you were having a particularly bad week

the two of you developed something akin to a friendship, the two of you sitting at your dining room table, chatting about whatever

it was during those late nights that you started noticing just how charming sewoon’s smile was, and just how soothing his presence was

you didn’t want to admit it, to yourself or to anyone else, but you were slowly falling for sewoon

you knew it was a dangerous path to go down, especially since you weren’t completely free from svt 

however, you did your best to ignore your feelings and focus on the job instead

one night, you received a rather cryptic text message, asking you to sneak into seungcheol’s office and to steal a flashdrive

you were able to deduce that it was sewoon, and you quickly mapped out your plan in your mind

as quietly as you could, you snuck into seungcheol’s office, carefully easing the door open

you knew exactly where the flashdrive would be-- in the second drawer of his desk

stealthily, you made your way to the desk, taking extra care to slowly open the drawer

“well, well, well, (y/n).”

you whirled around as the lights flickered on, revealing seungcheol standing in the doorway to his office, a raised handgun pointing at you

“s-seungcheol-ssi,” you managed to stammer out, hand instantly going to where you kept your own gun

“don’t even try,” your boss replied, lip curling up in disdain

he gestured, and two other members of svt appeared behind him, one of them roughly grabbing your wrists and tying them up with a thick piece of rope

you struggled momentarily, panicking at the thought of what might happen, but you were restrained before you were really able to resist

a blindfold was pulled over your eyes, and you felt something-- possibly duck tape-- being wrapped around your ankles

someone picked you up unceremoniously, prompting another wave of muffled screeches and squirming about

“now, now, (y/n), hold still,” you heard seungcheol croon, before someone petted your hair gently, “after all, we have a certain ritual for those who betray us, don’t we?”

you squirmed even more at that, knowing exactly what that ritual entailed, and it wasn’t pretty

you felt yourself being set down on another seat, presumably in a car, if the sounds and smells were any indicator

as you tried to get your hands free, a thought passed through your mind-- what if this was the night that you died?

“head for the pier, mingyu, the pier,” you heard seungcheol growl from next to you

the command made you think of something--your cellphone

in a stroke of laziness, you’d programmed it to respond when you said “hey, phone”, and then you’d be able to ask it to do whatever you wanted

“hey, phone,” you blurted out, smiling when you felt your phone vibrate in your back pocket

“what was that?” seungcheol snapped

“I said, you should call jung sewoon. this is his mess, not mine,” you replied, hoping that your phone picked up the “call jung sewoon”

sure enough, your phone vibrated again, followed by a second vibration to signify that he’d picked up

“like hell I’m calling jung sewoon, what am I, an idiot?” seungcheol growled out

“I dunno, Seungcheol,” you said, thinking quickly, “you said you were taking me to the pier, right? Hasn’t the 101 beat you in a shoot-out there before? It’s like, 101 turf now, so won’t you be starting shit?”

“Shut up, (y/n)’

you fell silent again, hoping that sewoon had gotten the message-- and that he even cared enough to do anything about it

a few minutes passed, and the initial nervousness of the whole situation turned into a weird passive panicking emotion that you were unfamiliar with

when you felt the car stop, you felt your heart race a bit more, knowing what was to come

maybe this really was the end, you thought to yourself

in one swift motion, seungcheol yanked the blindfold off of you, and you blinked your eyes a few times to get accustomed to the bright light

“get out of the car,” seungcheol said roughly, yanking you up

you stumbled to follow him, barely able to walk due to the restraints on your feet

“see this?” seungcheol asked, shoving you forward over the edge of the pier, so that all that was keeping you from falling was his tight grip on your shoulders, “this is where the rats who don’t understand loyalty end up. like you.”

“choi seungcheol,” you heard a cold, steely, familiar voice 

both you and seungcheol turned around at the same time, and you gasped, meeting the gaze of those familiar cold brown eyes

sewoon stood at the beginning of the pier, a few others from the 101 flanking him

“give (y/n) up, and we can settle a deal,” sewoon said sternly, eyes darting from you to seungcheol and back

seungcheol smirked at sewoon and the others from the 101, tilting his head back slightly

you felt your heart race even faster, recognizing the sinister, pure evil expression on his face

“jung sewoon, did you really think that you would get the best of me?”

“let (y/n) go, you bastard,” sewoon growled, lunging forward

in one swift motion, seungcheol shoved you over the side of the pier, and you screamed in horror as the icy cold water hit you

I’m going to die, I’m going to die, I’m going to die, was all that you could think as you thrashed around in the cold water, feeling your lungs burn from the lack of oxygen

then suddenly, there was warmth against your neck, your back as you were yanked upwards, and oxygen flooded your lungs again as you gasped for breath

“(y/n)!” sewoon’s rough voice entered your ear, harried and panicked. “are you okay?”

his hands quickly went to undo your gag before undoing your hands and feet, allowing you to tread water

you were exhausted, and it took all your energy just to cling to sewoon as he began swimming towards the shore

the exhaustion from the night made you hazy as sewoon helped you stumble onto shore, weighed down by your wet clothes

“they ran off when they saw we had backups, boss,” another member of the 101 ran up to you and sewoon, panting heavily 

sewoon nodded, accepting the large jacket from him and draping it over your shoulders

you were trembling, your teeth chattering from the cold of the frigid water

“(y/n), are you okay?” he asked quietly, voice now a warm, soothing tone

his eyes pierced into yours, a much softer coffee now

you nodded mutely, tears pricking at your eyes as the memories of the night rushed back to you

sewoon stared at you for a moment before pulling you into a hug, wrapping his arms tightly around you

you rested your head on his chest, tears streaming down your cheeks, and he rubbed your back comfortingly

“(y/n), i’m so, so sorry about tonight,” he said quietly, his voice a quiet rumble, “i didn’t think about the implications of that flashdrive, and if i could go back in time and change my decision, i would. i care about you so much, and i’m sorry to have put you in harms’ way.”

you felt him press a tentative kiss to the top of your head, drawing the dry jacket closer around your shoulders

you pulled away from him, hastily wiping your tears before looking up at the taller man

you’d always been one for impulsive decisions, and this certainly wasn’t an exception, you thought to yourself as you leaned up to kiss sewoon on the lips

he gently brought a hand to your waist, holding you closely, as though he was afraid of breaking you

and as the two of you stood there, freezing cold from the icy water, you felt a new kind of warmth spreading to the tips of your fingers and toes

if this wasn’t cohesive/didn’t flow well, it’s because it didn’t; i wrote it in like three different chunks over a four month period yiiiikes

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