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infinitewarden · 3 years

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Osiris isn’t Savathun.

Great! Now that I have your attention:

Man you guys tire me out about Osiris. If you truly believe this is Osiris I don’t mean to sound like That Guy that’s like “you don’t know what you’re talking about” but... You don’t know what you’re talking about.

So.

Let’s talk about how much Osiris cares about the City and humanity and why the Osiris in Epilogue is not actually Osiris.

Alright. Let’s start off with context. I think it’s super important to see what we do know as Osiris’s views. From my heavy analyses of him since 2020 I can confidently say these are what he views as the most important things a person can do:

Keep promises

Speak their truths

Protect the City & Humanity

Know that the Vex are true Evil.

Now, I won’t be doing a breakdown of each one individually but I will be talking a great deal of how important honesty is to Osiris, the City, and his views of the Vex.

Speaking honestly and bluntly.

I don’t know how many of you were into Destiny before Beyond Light, so if you were unaware of this it’s not your fault. However I’ve seen a very strange change in tone when it comes to how people view Osiris. Before Season of Hunt people hated - and I mean hated - Osiris. Why? Because he was blunt. They viewed his bluntness as rudeness.

To see a sudden switch to him being secretive and scheming is... alarming, to say the least. (And to see people think that this is the norm is also alarming but in other ways.)

The Osiris before Hunt was not secretive and scheming. He sought knowledge openly. He sought, specifically, the truth. I must stress just how open he was about his plans. First I’ll give you a few in lore examples:

I admit, I found your questions divisive and disloyal, and I feared you might be capable of breaking our unity when the City's position had grown so tenuous. Why divert attention away from the Traveler, our only hope? And then it got worse, dabbling in thanatonautics, Ahamkara-lore, chasing after Xur and the tricks of the Nine. Launching expeditions into the Reef and beyond at a time when ships were irreplaceable. Your quest split Guardians along ideological lines. This was your greatest crime: Hunters chose to pursue your visions instead of protecting refugees, Titans assembled teams to chase the legendary Vault of Glass instead of striking the Fallen, and Warlocks turned away from the study of the Traveler in favor of your ultimate obsession... learning the exact nature of the Darkness. ... Perhaps what drives a Warlock to madness is truth.

Osiris.

"Do not romanticize this burden. We wield a weapon." The Speaker shakes his head. "The Light wields you, Osiris. You are what you make of it. A glorious extension of its majesty, in many directions." Osiris paces at cadence with his words. "Then it would do well to speak clearly. To better direct me." The Speaker cocks his head. "Without will? Then it would be no better than the Darkness." "I am asking only for guidance; it is a delicate game we are playing." Osiris's voice, distressed. Regal again, the Speaker motions to the stone garden. "Will you sit with me?"

13: Margins Part II.

And, while I don’t particularly like using the Fall of Osiris comic as a source, it does have very important lines on his viewpoints that I find relevant yet.

Fall of Osiris #1.

Hell he was open about his plans to fuck with time itself to bring Saint back.

Sagira narrowed her eye at the rogue Lightbearer and lowered herself to Osiris’s shoulder. “Why’s he here?” she asked quietly. “I asked him to consult on the engineering work,” Osiris replied, crossing his arms. “You sicko,” the other man declared, walking a circle around the Warlock, his eyes darting along every surface of the Sundial around them. ... “Just one more question, then. Why all the fuss?” “I owe him.” “I owe a lotta people, Warlock. You’re opening the gates of hell with a Vex key.” “When the Traveler brought me back, I had no friends. No family—” “No one had anything in the Dark Age.” “But Saint was always there. And I saw him grow from neophyte to demigod.”

The Sundial.

"You haven't left the Forest in years," Ikora said to Osiris, the only one to address him directly. "I need help," Osiris replied. "I know," Ikora responded, hands clasped behind her back. She stared intently at her former mentor. Back in her Crucible days, that uncompromising gaze was often the last thing her opponents saw. Aunor glanced sidelong at her superior. Harper coughed and looked down at his datapad. "Two years ago, Guardians entered the Infinite Forest," Osiris continued. "They aided me in defeating the Axis Mind Panoptes, preventing a Vex apocalypse from befalling this system. "In the process," he looked between each of them in turn, "Some Guardians reported a body they found in the Forest depths." Ikora sighed. "Saint-14 never came back from that last mission to Mercury. We finally knew why. I reacted to it the only way I knew how."

Desperate Times.

“I do not understand all of this code. This is Geppetto’s specialty,” Saint-14 says while standing bent over a wide desk covered in data tablets. Holographic images of the Lighthouse shimmer in the Hangar lights. “We could use the Crucible right now. Your trials. This will be very helpful. You mean to stay, yes?” “I will. Long enough to show you how to implement the simulation; but tonight, I must disembark,” Osiris says. “So soon?” Osiris tenses his jaw in forced silence. He twiddles with code. “I’m worried about what Vance found.” Saint places a heavy hand on Osiris’s chest. “Let go of your obsession. Do not leave chasing phantoms again.” “Phantoms… You think the Darkness is satisfied? This is just the first move. I need to know the next before it’s made.” “If there is something you fear, let me help you. We face this together.” Osiris’s mind drifts to the Dark anomalies. Saint doesn’t need another burden. “The safest place for you is the Tower, Saint. Time... tends to renege on its gifts.” “So, your mission is dangerous?” Osiris considers lying. “Potentially.”

Immolant I.

There are many more sources I could list on his bluntness and honesty but there’s honestly too much. What is important to extrapolate from all of it is this:

OSIRIS SPOKE THE TRUTH NO MATTER IF IT GOT HIM IN TROUBLE. IT IS ONE OF THE MAIN REASONS HE GOT EXILED.

Protecting the City & Humanity

Idk where people get the idea that he’s abandoned the City and humanity. And I don’t understand where people think it’s “typical Osiris behavior” to choose to put the City in danger.

I want to make something very clear here:

Osiris was exiled. He did not abandon the City. And though others view him as abandoning it, that wasn’t his intention. He never intentionally abandoned it. Everything he did was in pursuit of a brighter future for humanity. Let’s look at one of his lines from the Sundial activity during Dawn.

“By the time I left the City, many believed my practices to be sacrilege. But my methods have prevented countless futures not unlike the one you walk now. When it is laid out before you, would you not sacrifice anything to see this future shut?”

The Sundial.

He left because he weighed his options and he saw that humanity would have better use of him if he left. He cares A great deal about the City. He cares almost too much about it. He would never give Lakshmi the technology to cause it harm, especially knowing that she’s unstable. And I’ve seen some people think he’s playing 5D chess? In what world would he ever choose to bring harm upon humanity for some sort of... agenda; which I’ve already cleared up earlier, he’s open about his plans.

Let’s look at more known lore about Osiris’s feelings of the City & humanity.

"You've wrapped your mind around an idea of your own making. I have always tolerated this fawning 'movement' of yours, but this is a step too far." Osiris seethed. Brother Vance was awestruck. He stared blankly at Osiris, unsure of what he could say to quell his anger and dissolve his frustration. "What I have discovered…" "…is dangerous enough to destroy every man, woman, and child in existence. You're meddling with forces outside your grasp," Osiris reprimanded. "I warn you here and now, remove yourself from this Lighthouse. Find a simple life. Start a family. Write music. Leave Mercury and this fool's errand behind."

Chapter 8: Idolatry.

Osiris was furious to find out Vance was experimenting in his name by endangering people for his goals. And he was especially mad that he would dive into such dangerous areas so much so that it had the potential to destroy humanity.

"It's truth." Osiris considers this. "Truth seems subjective these days," Osiris says, finally observing his entourage for the first time. Among them, a small group of men and women, stand two wayward Guardians—Warlocks, it appears—and a child. Their forlorn faces resonate with him. Castaways and believers. The weeks since his departure from the Last City have worn on him. He was used to working alone, knowing he could fall back to the City's resources should he need them. Now, adrift in the expanse of purpose, he finds himself longing for a place he could return to. A sanctuary.

Chapter 2: Postexilic.

Here’s a few lines from Season of Dawn:

“The Traveler, mutilated. Mercury, a desolate warzone. This is the bleak future the Cabal wants for us all. We do not know what has become of humanity here. I hope we will not find out.”

“There are many terrible futures, but I have not grown numb to seeing them. The future the Cabal wish for is a nightmare for humanity.”

“If the Traveler fled the system, there is a chance that the Darkness would ignore our region of the galaxy entirely. It would sacrifice our second awakening, our ability to wield the Light, but potentially continue our Golden Age. There are too many variables at risk, but it's a variant path worth investigating in the Infinite Forest.”

“This battered Mercury is a blueprint for our system. Lightless, bowed, and nothing more than fuel for an endless war. It must never come to pass.”

The Sundial.

There are many. Many. More lines I could put here about how much Osiris doesn’t want to see humanity suffering. And especially how he doesn’t want the City to be at risk. But I think you get the picture.

Know that the Vex are true Evil.

So. We all know Osiris as “the Vex guy.” His whole thing is on fighting the Vex. However it seems people think that he’d be okay with using them for grounds of a higher purpose? Or something? I don’t know, everyone I see rebuffing Osiris’s actions with Lakshmi don’t seem to be interested in explaining this one.

So anyways. Let’s talk about how Osiris views the Vex as true evil compared to other species.

“The Fallen are not so different from us. How hard would you fight if the Light were taken from you?” “Those stories ring false to me,” said Saint. “They are not a noble people. I’ve fought them, and so have you.” “I have not fought them all,” the Warlock replied, pulling his hands apart to create an intricate web of hovering cubes and points of light. “They are nothing, no threat—not like the Vex. Not like the Darkness.”

Vanguard Commander.

[u.2:06] Have you spoken to the House of Light, like I asked? [u.1:07] I would rather not speak with Fallen. [u.2:07] They may need our help. Their cause is just. [u.1:08] What happened to “trust no one?” [u.2:08] What happened to your sense of right and wrong, hero?

Maintenance Operations Log 30037.

The unenlightened wonder at my so-called "fixation" upon the Vex. They believe our gravest existential threat is the Hive, for those beings have made a pact with the Darkness itself via the medium of the Worm Gods (according to Toland, at least, and I see no reason to doubt him in this). But Darkness is not merely absence of Light. Darkness is an entity unto itself. Put simply, Darkness is not Nothing. But the Vex? The Vex seek neither Light nor Darkness. They seek Convergence, the reduction of all life to its simplest, most meaningless form. An entelechy of zeros and ones. "Evil" is a word for sentimentalists and fools. But, in the ontology of the sentimental, the Vex are more deserving of the term than the Hive. Given a choice between Darkness and Convergence, I would choose Darkness. It is a logical choice. Yet for this they banish me.

Kairos Function (Hunter).

This one is important because Osiris doesn’t subscribe to the idea of “good” and “evil”, and that he would go so far to say that the Vex are Evil shows just how much of a threat he views them as.

It’s just. Mind boggling to me that people think that Osiris would be okay with a Vex invasion. That Osiris would encourage Lakshmi to open up a rift to “send the Fallen away” (Despite being one of the earliest sympathizers!) Osiris isn’t ineffable, he’s just a man trying to do his best to help humanity. His actions aren’t difficult to understand, they have been written to be very clear and with understanding his motives.

Saying that it’s natural for him to be secretive and have contradicting opinions and actions is just. Wrong. It’s not him. It’s not how he’s supposed to be understood. Even in Curse of Osiris I don’t think his actions didn’t make any sense.

This is going to sound very mean but I want to be 100% clear: If you think that Osiris would actively choose to put the City in danger of the Vex, if you think that he would actively choose to stand calmly and watch as his lover was about to die to the very things he spent millions of lives to save... You don’t understand Osiris. Go back and reread his lore.

I leave you with this:

The Vanguard is dubious of our intent and ability, fearing corruption and displacement. They do not trust me. You were held in similar contempt for speaking your truth and empowering free thought. You know what it feels like to be chastised and labeled a traitor. We are mere steps away from a disintegration of our institutions, and they cannot see destruction staring them in the face. ... For so long, we have clung to the Light, denying the strength offered by the Dark. By using Stasis, we will end this war. We see this contest for what it truly is: a game, played by our adversaries. And we have been the pawns. We are pawns no more. This is not a battle I want to wage without you, although we may not have a choice in the matter. Wherever you may be, please come back to us.

To Osiris.

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tobiosmilktea · 3 years

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umpah umpah! smau

↪︎ bokuto x f!reader x iwaizumi

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a year flew by faster than you had hoped. Two weeks turned into a month, a month turned into six, and six months turned into a year. A lot of things can happen within a year. Hell, a shit ton of things can happen within six months, yet here you were, all glammed up in your best dress at the move premiere of love cemetery.

you hadn’t felt this nervous in ages. the quickening of your pulse, the rapidly beating heart, to your pals that perspired as the seconds ticked on by. akaashi stood by you this whole time as your gaze keeps looking over to the guest list as if it were to magically change if you were too look away for one second. akaashi had been by your side, your moral support and the absolute backbone of your sanity the moment you and the team landed in los angeles a year ago. he noticed everything about you. he was one of your best friends, how could he not notice the way you were suddenly quiet and not excited right now?

he laid a careful hand on the small of your back to comfort you, leaning over to the same list of guests you were worrying about. “are you worried about who i invited again?”

“i’m more worried they’re not coming.” you confess without a single beat missed.

“oh, they will,” he assured you confidently. there was even a rising smirk in his expression when he let go of you, “have a little bit of faith in me will you? i was the one who got you back in touch with them.”

you huff playfully, rolling your eyes as you recalled the strange feeling of isolation over six months ago when you landed in la. it was in no doubt the longest flight of your life, lasting a good fifteen hours if you counted the two hour layover in hawaii due to reckless turbulence (it was one of the scariest flights in your life too). you had read their texts then, drowning in the sudden downpour of emotions when you read their words, i love you.

it almost didn’t seem real. you swore it had to have been the fatigue playing games on you as you couldn’t sleep for the life of you on the plane. yeah, maybe that was it, you excused. you were so desperate for their messages to be a figment of your imagination, you literally tried everything—turning your phone on and off, asking sugawara for eye droplets, and even ignored it until you were back on the plane and landed in los angeles. it had to be fake, please be fake. yet, in the back of your head you knew damn well it wasn’t.

there was a plaguing thought within you, one that’s so destructive and degenerative that you hated the fact you thought this way. but it wasn’t like you could help it. insecurity was a troublesome venom that coursed through your veins everyday and there didn’t seem to be an antidote to your own self-destruction.

you loved them both, but you weren’t entirely sure if you had enough love to give for the both of them, let alone one. iwaizumi and bokuto’s feelings confused you to the core. you broke their hearts, yet how could they still love you so dearly?

you didn’t know the answer nor did you have time to even find it.

the film crew stayed in los angeles for two weeks and filmed over the course of that time period. days were filled with twelve hour shoots and a tight film schedule. being the author of the work itself, you were a major part of the production alongside the director. he trusted your vision and you’d often find yourself staying on set the entire day while kaori and the rest of the ddd team felt like they were on vacation. your only free time during that time was the ten minute holy grails in between takes that you were able to check social media.

you simply didn’t have the time to think about them. and yet they were like haunting ghosts that followed you relentlessly. every time you checked twitter or instagram, you would see every post, every tweet, every story. all of which would send your heart spiraling and tugging.

you missed them. but it wasn’t like you could do anything about it. you couldn’t possibly strike up conversation with any of them after completely ignoring their calls and texts for weeks. you had to have an odd amount of audacity to do that, and you simply didn’t have the guts to do so. if anything, the only lasting form of communication between you and the boys was the ringing notification that you liked each other’s posts.

it was quite the sad reality.

the film set then transferred to new york city, where the next two weeks would be filled with yet another plethora of twelve hour work days. fortunately for you, the rest of the ddd team were pulling a bit more of their weight, helping you on the creative side of things, yet still having the time to do all the fun touristy things whilst in the city.

you could remember the way your heart lit up seeing iwaizumi and bokuto’s names beneath who saw your story. it was a video of you and your team at the lady liberty statue. in it, kaori and yuko were chomping down on gigantic $2 street hot dogs, sugawara was yelling at semi for getting in the way of his film camera, while akaashi was complaining that the wind kept knocking down his green lady liberty hat.

it was strange thinking how fast things can change. within the first week, you were always up for an adventure in the city when the days were filled with work, but as the week progressed, your social meter decreased more and more.

loneliness hit you then. it was a peculiar type of loneliness, the type that you felt alone despite being surrounded by your closest friends and working on your dream project. you figured you were just homesick the way everyone else was getting all ready for a night out going bar hopping while you sat in the living room of your hotel room in your pajamas.

“are you sure you don’t want to come with us, (y/n)?” kaori asked you, concern washing over her slightly as you flickered her a tired look.

you shook your head, a small smile of gratitude melting upon your lips. “no, you guys go on ahead and have fun.”

your friends could only give you a look. they knew why you were being like this and they knew damn well it wasn’t homesickness. semi specifically threw you a look that’s meant to be teasing and oddly persuasive. “it’s been over a month, this can be a chance for you to finally meet someone new!” he exclaimed optimistically.

what was stopping you, anyway? it was clear nothing was, yet you still held yourself back. homesickness couldn’t possibly be to reason for it either. why are am i being like this?

“it’s okay, i’m with akaashi,” you decline once more, “he’ll keep me company.”

“alright then, join us once you feel like moving on.” says yuko with a hint of venom in her tone. you couldn’t blame her for saying that though as it was the harsh reality of it all.

your friends filed out the door, closing it in a thud and once again you felt alone. isolated as if you were in a void of your own silent thoughts that even the loud murmurs coming from the television wasn’t enough to drown out your shallow inhibitions.

the night continued on like this for a few hours. eating snacks in the dark living room with the remote in your hand, flipping channels every five minutes as your running thoughts couldn’t keep your attention span still. it felt like you were missing something, a part of yourself that you couldn’t exactly pinpoint. you thought of all of the possibilities why you felt like there was a void in your heart, yet the only thing you could properly convince yourself on was that you just missed home. but was that really all that you had missed?

you thoughts are interrupted by steps approaching you. akaashi walks into the living room, flicking on the switches and causing you to grimace at the bright lights. your eyes stung slightly as they adjusted from being in the dark for too long.

“where are you going?” you ask akaashi as you noticed his dressed up attire.

“i got done with all the paperwork and emails,” he answers while he fixes the collar of his dress shirt, “i’m deciding to have some fun tonight with the rest of the group. are you still up for it? i’ll wait for you to get ready if you want.”

the thought occurred within you that you should agree. that the possibility of this unexplainable feeling of isolation you were feeling would disappear if you were to just say yes and go. but as self-destructive as you were on yourself, you continued to hold yourself back—hesitant and always second guessing your actions.

you open your mouth slightly, but you ultimately just shook your head no.

akaashi lets out a sigh. he was genuinely hoping you would come around sooner or later. granted, it had been over a month since you guys left japan and he figured you would be over everything by now, but that obviously wasn’t the case. “you might be receiving a call soon... i suggest you should answer it.”

confusion flushed over your expression, giving him a strange look. but before you could even utter a single question to him, akaashi was already up and out the door.

he left you in a wake of curiosity for the rest of the night. it was nearing one in the morning and you still hadn’t yet received a phone call. it honestly sounded incredibly ominous that you grew a tad bit nervous. there were only so many possibilities on who would call, but it would actually infuriate you if akaashi was just joking around. but then again, akaashi isn’t the type to play something childish like that unless it was kaori or semi’s idea. regardless, the thought kept you awake as you eyes practically weighed like cinder blocks at this point.

you couldn’t believe you wait for two hours for a phone call that might not even happ—it shocked you at first, the ringing of your obnoxious ring tone and the buzzing of the vibrations on the table.

furrowing your brows as you reached over, a gasp left you the moment you read the contact name. your slapped a hand over your mouth to muffle your shock. your hand shook from the growing bundle of nerves in your gut as you hesitate.

the name ‘kou’ shined brightly against your face, coaxing you to answer as if your thumb wasn’t frozen the accept button. out of all the possibilities on who would be calling you tonight, it just had to be him. it wasn’t like you opposed talking to bokuto. if anything, you had spent countless of sleepless nights wondering if you should finally answer that text of his. yet no matter how many different messages you have typed, none of them ever saw the light of day. a hurricane of stupid conversation starters and ice breakers swarmed in your head, all messy and disorganized that if you didn’t just suck it up and answered, you would’ve probably missed a chance to reconnect with him.

fuck it, you thought as you accepted the call.

“(y/n)!” bokuto called out to you, sending your heart running thousands of miles an hour. it had been ages since you heard your name come out of his mouth, “how’ve you been? a little birdy told me you needed a little company.”

you had to hold yourself back from smiling too much as you could already feel your cheeks ache. you wanted to scoff and perhaps groan at the sudden embarrassment of what akaashi could’ve told him. “bo—” you started, but is immediately cut off.

yet another familiar voice emitted from bokuto’s line, almost as if they were shouting, “you’re supposed to say that i’m here too, idiot!”

the volleyball player chuckles, “oh sorry, iwa-chan! here.” muffles and cups clanking against each other travel through to line to what you assume is bokuto handing his phone over to iwaizumi.

“uh... hi.” his voice sounded deeper than usual.

“hi iwa, how have you been?” you chuckle, finding his sudden shyness absolutely adorable.

“good, good. i’ve uhh... missed you.”

“i do too.”

“yeah, yeah, you miss me most though right?” bokuto’s loud voice thunders through the call.

the juxtaposition of how daftly different they were was something you could never get enough of. perhaps it was at that moment you finally understood your loneliness through their bickering. you were in fact homesick, but the home that you were thinking of wasn’t what you were missing the most. you suppose the home you missed was them. they were your home.

you let out an amused laugh, “right.”

“that’s good because iwaizumi and i should be mad at you for ghosting us for the past month, but we understand since akaashi explained to us already.”

your eyes suddenly widen into saucers, panicking what he could have possibly said. “what did he tell you?”

“everything,” bo sings.

you audibly groan in embarrassment, throwing your head back onto the couch in retaliation. you were glad they couldn’t see how flushed and red your cheeks were right now as they even extended out to the tips of your ears.

“you know it would’ve been easier to say that you love the both of us and didn’t want to choose right?” iwaizumi points out in between your panic.

“exactly!” cuts in bokuto, “besides we don’t sharing you, you know. who knew you were such a prude, (y/n).” you could practically hear the smirk in his voice as you couldn’t stop the heat from spreading any further from your face.

now you were really glad they weren’t able to see you at that moment. if they did, you would’ve died from the embarrassment then and there. “give me a break, i was too embarrassed to ask,” you mutter, fearing that they could hear how fast your heart was beating through the call.

“ask what?” iwaizumi teases, “ask if you could date the both of us?”

you were internally screaming at this point. everything that you didn’t think was going to happen, happened all within five minutes and you honestly couldn’t believe it. you were pinching yourself as if you were in a dream, yet no matter how hard you squeezed, this was actually happening. “shut up!” was all you could say.

“even if you did ask... it’s not like we could ever say no to you, (y/n).” says bokuto, his words so enticing that you weren’t sure if you’re heart can handle any more of this.

his words left you absolutely speechless. you honestly didn’t know what to say at this point.

"i’m fine with it and bokuto’s fine with it.” iwaizumi says, “it’s just a matter if you’re willing.”

bokuto then leans forward towards his phone, “so what do you say, (y/n)?”

you swallowed the lump of nerves forming into your throat as the one question you never thought you would ever be asked was right in front of you. and yet you still hesitated despite everything that had just happened. you loved them both, so why weren’t you answering?

a few beats of silence passed before your gained the courage to push out the the very words, “... i’ll think about it.”

“boo! that’s lame!” bokuto shouts.

“i’ll give you guys an answer when i get back home.” you add, hoping to ease the disappointment they were probably feeling at that very moment.

“that won’t be for another few months, though.” iwaizumi deadpans that you could practically see the pout on both of their faces. “but we’ll promise to wait for you, (y/n).”

and so they waited for you to come back home, but you never did. schedules misaligned even when you were finally back home in tokyo. bokuto was getting progressively more busy now that the olympics were coming up and iwaizumi was just as busy, if not busier with the amount of athletes he had to take care of. there was even a constant flying back and forth from tokyo to los angeles for the film, all of which lasted for a few weeks at a time and you swear your couldn’t catch a break.

this went on for months with the only contact between you and the boys were from texting and phone calls that ended up shorter than you anticipated. and now a year had past since you left and this very movie premiere would be the first time you have seen iwaizumi and bokuto for the first time in a year.

this was so ironic how this all played out. you haven’t even realized you already reached the end of the red carpet when an interviewer calls out your name, microphone in hand and a camera pointed directly at your face.

“ms. (y/l/n)!” the woman shouts over the ruckus of snapping photos and other interviewers asking questions to the actors behind you. “there has been rumors going around about your dating life. are you dating msby’s bokuto koutarou or their athletic trainer iwaizumi hajime, who has been getting a lot of attention from stan twitter just recently! could you share some insight on your live life as love cemetery’s creator?”

“um,” you start, not sure how to answer the question as you nervous chuckled, “that’s a secret i’m afraid i can’t tell.”

before the woman could ask you any other questions, you walked away from the carpet and rushed towards the banquet hall. thankfully, akaashi and kaori was nearby and gratefully took your place in the interview without a second thought.

you let out a relieved sigh as much of the noise from the premiere died down as the only people inside the banquet hall were movie critics, the film crew, and other celebrities who were invited. by now, no one in this room would have the audacity to ask you such a personal question which caused weights to fall off your shoulder. you honestly should be used to those types of questions right now as a webtoon author that literally writes romance, but it always catches you off guard when you least expect it. honestly, you were just glad you didn’t slip up.

as a small little reward for yourself, you grab a flute of champagne from the refreshment table, decorated all fancy that you even hesitated to mess up the display. you turn around to face the growing crowd of mingling individuals, talking and laughing amongst each other as you sipped your drink gently. but as you watch you feel a presence on either side of you, both of which sent your heart soaring and a smile to appeared on your cherry colored lips. you didn’t even have to look them up and down to see how handsome they both looked. to think they were all yours.

“so what did you tell that interviewer?” bokuto asks nonchalantly as if he could just get away from a proper greeting. you were surprised he didn’t just engulfed you into his arms then and there.

instead, you opted to play along, “about what?” you tested with a smirk.

“the question about who you’re dating,” iwaizumi adds in from your other side.

you shrug, taking a sip of your champagne, “you guys probably wouldn’t like the answer i gave her.” you could feel the brazen stares bokuto and iwaizumi were giving each other—competitive and oddly provoking.

“she probably said she was dating me,” bokuto hums in response, confidence radiating off him that it caused you to scoff.

“i doubt it,” debates iwaizumi, giving him the same energy. “she probably said she was dating me.”

“actually,” you cut in before the two could possibly start bickering with each other, “i remember specifically saying that i’d thinking about it.”

the boys give you a look, downing their drinks as if they were like the shots they swallowed many nights ago at that bar. it was as if they were trying to win your over again like your feelings had changed since then.

“oh yeah?” bokuto starts, inching closer towards you while iwaizumi rested his arm on the table behind you.

“so what do you think, (y/n)?” says iwaizumi.

they both towered over you, just inches away from your body, but you didn’t cower or back away. if anything there was a playful smirk inevitably resting upon your lips.

now this, was going to be fun.

fun facts! —

sugawara has five rolls of film he had to get developed once they wrapped filming in osaka, each roll is from each city they went to for filming

iwaizumi and bokuto became really close friends when y/n left for la as they bonded over getting ghosted

bc of this,, bokuto posted a pic of him and iwa on his instagram and it got lots of attention that iwa went viral on stan twitter

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littlefreya · 4 years

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Lines in the Sand

Summary: She is one of the best snipers serving in Iraq, but she is also suffering from an attitude problem and ironically has a hard time following orders. After an incident in her former base, she is sent to join the Special Forces unit led by Captain Syverson, who requires a talented sniper.

Unlucky for her, Captain Syverson is a hard man who likes things by the book and according to order. He ain't got the patience for troublemakers.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC (Jessica Gallagher)

Word count: 1,784

Warnings: Smut in future parts, some foul language and sexual content.

A/N: Please enjoy, reblog, like. The world needs more Syverson, and I think he is one of Henry's finest roles.

Bad girl.

That’s what they say she is; trouble, attitude problems.

She heard all of it at psych evaluation.

'Prodigy' is another word they use for her.

And sometimes even 'asset'.

She likes this one the most. It strips her of all human notions.

That’s the only reason to keep her around, and it’s not like she has any desire to go home anyway. Home is tough. Here in the desert, surrounded by death and horny virgins - that’s the easy part.

“Killing is easy,” she said to the military psychologist who had her profiled from head to toe before being transferred to camp Warhorse.

“Gallagher?” a young soldier calls toward her, huffing and covered with a sheen layer of sweat as he runs toward her. She glares at him bemused, holding the fresh new uniforms which she just collected from the storage unit.

“Yeah?"

The boy's face is lightly freckled, his big doe eyes seem untouched by war and his freshly shaven buzzcut shows he only just arrived. 'More meat for the grinder' she muses, just another kid who doesn't belong here, like the most of them. She knows the type well enough to write a thesis about it by now. If she thought she had any brain to do that sort of stuff.

"Captain Syverson wants to talk to you.”

The kid looks her up, probably wondering why she even here. She got used to that type of stare a while ago.

“I just arrived here from another division” she explains, “didn’t even get into my uniform, what’s the fucking rush?”

The kid shrugs, looking slightly terrified as if she is supposed to be scared of Captain Syverson and shouldn’t be talking that way.

“Fine…” she sighs heavily, lowering the tip of her army hat and rolling her eyes.

As a soldier serving at the professional US army, Gallagher knows she has a shit-ton of issues with authority, yet she wouldn’t be in any other place.

The Captain sits at his office, wearing his favourite red t-shirt and army shorts that cut at his knees. A small portable fan is perched on his desk, pinning from side to side and blowing tiny droplet of sweat from his ridged forehead.

During that time of the year, the temperatures reach a level that won’t shame the fiery pits of hell. Even a southern-born man like him an effort dealing with the heat, but Sy suffers quietly, not even mentioning a word of the weather. Small-talk is a waste of time, and ain't nothing but the pretence that people care when they don't.

“Captain, Sir,” the kid walks into his room, saluting the Captain. “I have private Gallagher with me.”

The young woman follows, a blank stare on her face. She salutes toward the Captain, looking robotic and so indifferent he can tell already she had a great potential of pulling some stunt and getting detained.

“Thanks, Private Holt, you may leave now," he answers in a heavy southern accent, and voice low and rich like smoked Whiskey.

Holt leaves the room in a hurry, leaving Gallagher to stand quietly in front of the Captain. She has dressed in a plain white t-shirt and khaki field trousers while her eyes remain hidden beneath the tip of her hat.

“Sit down, soldier."

He commands, taking her file in his large dirt-stained hands.

She sits down quietly. Scanning the room with silence. It is yet another captain’s office, maps on the wall, guns and ammo. A "Slayer” labelled mug rests on in his desk with freshly brewed coffee, next to it is a deck of cards. No pinup girls posters apparent anywhere, not a perv unlike her former Captain, or at least he is hiding it in his bedroom.

He finally turns to look at her, manspreading on his chair with zero elegance or concern toward her. Why should she be treated any differently?

Captain Syverson is surprisingly a very attractive man. A big guy with broad shoulders and massive muscles. His cropped short hair does well to bring out his excellent bone structure while a few scars decorate his forehead and his upper left cheek. His strained face is covered with a thick, untamed beard which he strokes at his chin while thinking to himself.

He takes one glance at her with his fierce blue glare, and then gives her his next command “Hat off, private.”

“Sir”. She replies with compliance, taking off her hat and placing it atop her folded uniform.

One glance at her now exposed face, and he is forced to fight back a snort of laughter. He learned how to keep his emotions hooded in this job. She is petite, her arms may look strong yet quite skinny. And it’s quite a wonder that her skin is pale while serving in the middle of the fucking Iraqi desert.

If this was anywhere else right now, he’d offer her a burger. This is the elite they’ve been speaking of? For fuck sake. Better be worth it.

He is aware, of course, that she is pretty, they usually are. Chase and Annica for example. Sometimes he wonders if they send all the cheerleaders squad to his unit to fuck with him, since he can’t actually, fuck them.

“That’s better”. He gives her a small smirk which quickly fades back into what seems like his usual grumpy face.

“We’ll keep it short and honest, private,” he says, opening her file “You’ve been transferred here from your unit, they say you are a prodigy…”

“Take me out there, and I’ll shoot a rabbit between the eyes from 20 miles away.” she interrupts him, speaking coldly.

“Did I give you permission to speak?” he asks her with slight anger. Never in his life, he had a young recruit dare to do so, especially not a woman.

She remains silent, knowing that’s actually the required response. For change,

“Good. Your file shows amazing achievements” He throws her file in front of her with what seemed like an utter lack of actual interest “it also shows you have attitude problems.” His eyes meet hers as he says these words, his lips clasped to show some sort of severity. “Do you know what I want to know?”

Her blue eyes stare back into his with a dead gaze.

He sighs, rolling his eyes “Permission to speak granted.”

“You want to ask if I’m going to cause any trouble.”

He nods, folding his arms together, his eyes travelling up and down her features for a mere second.

“No, Captain.” She can’t promise him that even if a gun was pointed at her head, but she plays along. Everything in life is like her stupid video games anyway. Oh, she does miss those.

“Good.” He gives her another hasty smile, the kind that doesn’t show any genuine care or affection and is just meant to move the conversation forward. “So you know why you’re here?”

“I’m very good with my sniper rifle, Captain."

"It says you’re a fucking wonder”. He answers, not ashamed to curse in front of her, which she finds slightly refreshing. All the other men constantly apologize as if she doesn’t shoot people’s head-off for a living. As if women don’t see brutality as much as men do. Perhaps even more.

“Listen, I care about my men. Just live up to your name, be a good girl and you might just make daddy proud ”. He explains to her, not even regretting saying the finale part. It’s just how he talks and if she has a problem with that she might as well not be here.

But she doesn’t even flinch. Instead, she replies with a small, nearly invisible smirk and nods.

“Yes, Captain."

The Captain’s eyes lit up with the charm of a child as he smiles widely for surviving yet another conversation with a new recruit and even though he has scruff all over his face she detects two large apparent dimples in his cheek.

Finally, he stretches from his chair and stands. She follows, noticing he is menacingly tall and seems to carry himself with sheer confidence and intimidation.

"Come, I’ll show you your room."

She follows him silently down the hall. He doesn’t bother with making any boring small talk which she is actually quite thankful for. It’s easier to not try to connect with people. The base is quite loud at the moment anyway, and she’d be unable to hear half of it.

"Men go here.” He points to one room by the end of the hall and then continues walking until they pause next to a closed room, “Ladies go here, you met the other girls?” he asks to which she shakes her head “Well you will. Girls get their own private shower in the room, in under no circumstances you are to use the collective shower room”

He pauses and turns to look down at her. Eyes growing sofer all of a sudden. “Anyone ever bothers you, says anything even slightly inappropriate, you come straight to me, you get it?” he asks her, managing to sound both severe yet still soft at the same time.

“I’m just over there, by the end of the hall.” he looks to the other side, touching her shoulder without thinking, so she’ll face where he is pointing. His hand leaves her shoulder without any of them, giving it any attention.

The Captain has his own little private kingdom at the end of the very house they turned into an army base, so it seems. She wonders if that’s where all the pinup posters are hidden at.

“Enjoy your stay, Gallagher”. He speaks, looking down at her face, wondering how long will it be before he has her in his office for some sketchy behaviour.

“Thank you, Captain, I will.” she gives him another one of her forced smirks and turns away, walking into her new quarter.

He takes one look at her as she turns from him, unable to resist his natural temptation to look at her ass.

It’s small, tight, the way he likes it.

'Yes, she’s gonna be trouble.'

There are two girls in the room, sitting on their beds. A beautiful redhead with rather wide shoulders and strong arms. The other woman is somewhat petite as herself with tanned skin and beautiful dark eyes. They’re both looking quite curious to know her.

“The fuck is with your captain, walking around with severe big dick energy?!” she speaks out with sheer confidence.

The other girls look at her for a long moment, complete shock on their face by the content that came out of her mouth but then burst into laughter that can be heard all over the base.

Clearly, she isn’t the only one who noticed.

#Captain Syverson #Sand Castle #Captain BDE #henry cavill #captain syverson x ofc #captain syverson fanfiction

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bubblesuga · 4 years

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Oblivious to Adoration-FINAL (m)

Summary: After an intense night of drunken sex, Jungkook realizes he wants more. When he suggests an idea to you, you were shocked. However, who were you to say no to Mr. Jeon Jungkook?

W/C: 3,481

Prev Part - Epilogue (COMING SOON)

Warnings: smutty smut smut, a bit of fluff, unprotected sex, exhibitionism, choking (but like... jungkook knows what he’s doing)

A/N: Hello all! Welcome to the final part of this series! I hope you all enjoyed! I plan on writing an epilogue to this as well so be on the lookout for that if you’re interested. This is the first series I’ve done on this blog so thank y’all for being so cool and reading it. Much love babes xx

Swiping a dark berry color across your lips, you stared in the mirror momentarily while you hummed along to the music playing from your speakers.

Although it had only been a month since Jungkook asked you to be his girlfriend, it seemed like years had passed. The only real change that had happened was the fact that you slept beside him nearly every night, and his lips were on yours in a greeting every morning.

You two hadn’t really made an effort to announce it to everyone. With summer classes going on and everyone busy with their jobs, it was difficult to get everyone together, so it came in pieces.

It had become a game. As soon as someone found out, they weren’t to tell anyone else. Not because you didn’t want anyone knowing, but Jungkook thought it was hilarious to see his friends lose their shit at the sight of his lips on yours. Such a simple move, but it cracked him up. You couldn’t help but play along.

Taehyung was the first to find out it was official when he spotted you in Jungkook’s room half naked. At first he didn’t think anything of it, assuming you weren’t you and instead was a random hook up that Jungkook used to get you off his mind. However, Taehyung went to introduce himself as the loving roommate that he was until he saw you turn around.

“You’re in Jungkook’s room... half naked.”

"Congratulations, you can see.”

The second person was Jimin. He walked into Jungkook’s word after spending all night drinking. He was in need of a hangover breakfast and he spotted you in the booth across the restaurant. Then he saw Jungkook, leaned over you with his lips close enough to yours that he might as well had been kissing you. Jimin’s suspicions were confirmed when Jungkook finally presses his lips to yours before turning around and spotting Jimin.

Then came Yoongi, Hoseok, and Seokjin, who pulled up next to you two at a red light. Yoongi leans his head out the window to get your attention, until he spots Jungkook’s hand travelling dangerously high up on your thigh. His jaw drops while he tells everyone else in the car with him which causes Seokjin and Hoseok to go flying to the window to see. Eventually you hear the commotion happening outside the passenger side of the window and Jungkook tears his hand away from your soft skin just in time to see his Hyungs with wide grins and a small ‘get it!’ from Hoseok in the back seat.

Probably not the most ideal way to tell your group of friends you were dating, but it made for a good story.

Tonight, it was inevitable that Namjoon found out. The party was at his apartment after all. Because it was in the same complex as yours, Jungkook stayed at your place for the night and you spotted him walking out of your bathroom with a black t-shirt and blue jeans, his signature clunky boots showing off his fashion sense.

Jungkook’s eyes trailed up and down your body, his face splitting to a grin while his hands flew to your hips and pulled you to him.

“Have I ever told you how incredibly sexy you are?” He speaks, his hands roaming up and down the curve of your back.

You smile, “Yes but I never mind hearing it again.”

“Good because I will tell you every day for the rest of our lives.” Jungkook presses a trail of open kisses down your neck and onto your exposed collarbone.

“Even when I’m old and grey?” You question, the thought of spending the rest of your life with him causing your heart to flutter. After you began this relationship, you were more at ease imagining the rest of your life with him. Playing into the fantasy of Jungkook playing with your children in the front lawn of your suburban home. Hell, maybe not having kids and spending your life traveling the world and seeing all the sights there is to see. It didn’t matter how your life went as long as he was there with you.

“Especially when you’re old and grey.” He affirms, a small giggle leaving his mouth while you scrunch your nose.

“Show I be worried you have a cougar fetish?” You question, causing Jungkook to laugh harder.

“We’ll find out in 20 years.”

You shake your head at your boyfriend, slipping your hand into his and grabbing your purse. The walk to Namjoon’s isn’t a long one, but your feet already ached in your heels. Jungkook’s hand never left yours, helping you up the stairs and finally knocking on Namjoon’s door.

Music played through the door and Jungkook twisted the knob realizing that no one would be listening for the door anyway.

Your eyes go wide at the sight of how many people were crammed in Namjoon’s small apartment. People you had seen in passing on campus were dancing in the living room, and a few people you hadn’t met in the kitchen.

Jungkook didn’t have an affinity for large parties and you knew that, so the moment he spotted all these people he felt anxious.

Gripping your hand tighter, he guides you through the crowd until he finally spots Yoongi and Jimin playing beer pong in the dining room.

“Ah, there’s the lovely couple!” Yoongi calls. Jimin and Yoongi are notorious drinking buddies, and when the two of them got together all hell breaks loose. You spotted the bowl of vodka slush and the bottle of sprite, quickly making your way over to it and getting Jungkook a drink.

Yoongi steps away from the beer pong table, leaning against the buffet of alcohol, “How’s it going between you and Jungkook?”

You look up at him, before turning your attention across the dining room to Jungkook and Jimin. You chuckle, “It’s going well. Why? You worried?”

Yoongi shrugs, “Not worried, happy for you two-- but Jungkook is my baby brother. Just want to make sure your intentions are good.”

You didn’t know whether to take him seriously or not, trying to look around waiting for the hidden camera. Instead, you meet Yoongi’s eyes and see nothing but seriousness.

“I can promise you, with one hundred percent earnest, that I don’t plan on hurting Kookie in any way.”

Yoongi is a good guy. He doesn’t often get angry or malice, so the question caught you off guard. He searches your eyes for a moment, and you ignore the hurt you feel at the insinuation. It isn’t until you see a smile break out on his face that you realize he’s joking.

With a shove, you hear his laugh fill the room and ignore the eyes that were now on you two. “I’m just fucking with you,” he wraps an arm around your shoulder, “you and Jungkook are cute together.”

You roll your eyes, “Of course we are. I mean, look at him.” You gesture towards Jungkook who laughed with Jimin about God knows what. Yoongi nods, “He’s a good kid. You both are, I’m happy for you two.”

You smile, your face burning bright at Yoongi’s praise. He was the one you spoke to the least out of the group, mostly because he took his music very seriously and studied as much as he could, but the conversations you did have together always ended in laughter.

Jungkook walks his way back to you, taking the cup from your hand gratefully and taking a sip.

Yoongi gives Jungkook a hug then goes back to his game with Jungkook. You two speak to a few people from around campus and make awkward conversation with those you didn’t know.

It didn’t take long for Jungkook to get restless. Seeing you in that dress was enough to drive him insane, and it took everything in him not to take you on the sofa in front of all these people. You stayed a safe distance away from him so as to not draw any attention to the two of you but Jungkook suddenly felt his pants grow a little tighter.

You were too far to whisper your name, and he desperately tried to wave you over but your back was turned to him. God damn it, he’s 22 years old. He shouldn’t get hard just from a woman in a tight dress.

Well, he wouldn’t get hard from just any woman in a tight dress. He was anticipating the rest of the night with you, and his mind wanders just a little too much when you’re involved.

Eventually you manage to turn and face him, Jungkook’s eyes much darker than before. You raise an eyebrow, walking over to him and just as you’re about to say something, Jungkook pulls you down onto his lap.

You gasp at the contact, Jungkook looking up at you innocently before pulling your ear down to him, “You need to do something about this, darling.”

“A- about what?” You question, and instead of answering Jungkook grips your hips and grinds you down onto him. You feel his cock twitch in his pants and he sighs at the subtle relief he got from that one swift movement.

“I don’t know what you want me to do about that.” You tease, making sure nobody else can hear you.

He hums, keeping his composure very well considering his predicament. You felt your arousal grow as he continues to subtle move his hips against yours to the beat of the music. The alcohol certainly brought his boldness up, and he was fully hardened beneath the apex of your thighs.

You gasp as he moves particularly quickly, “There’s two ways this can go, Kookie,” you turn to face him as best as you can, “you either cum in your pants right here or take me home and fuck me.”

Jungkook seems to ponder for a moment before he grins, “We’re not going to make it home, but I hear the bathroom as a comfortable counter I can bend you over.”

His words go straight to your heat, the boldness of his actions catching you off guard. Abruptly, Jungkook stands and you slide in front of his lap to hide his excitement from the rest of the party goers.

Namjoon is finally spotted in the hallway from his bedroom to the living room. You give him a subtle smile and pull Jungkook into the bathroom. As soon as the door shuts, Jungkook pushes you up against it and slams his lips onto yours.

You let out a gasp that slowly turns into a whine while Jungkook hikes your dress up your thighs and places his thigh in between your legs. Your panties are soaked, you’re fully aware of this while you holds you close to his thigh and you grind your hips down onto it.

“That’s good baby,” Jungkook watches you in awe while sweat begins to collect on your chest, “ride my thigh.”

A small moan escapes your lips while you feel heat build in your center. Knowing that you were leaking through your panties, Jungkook could feel you through the material of his pants as well. He loves the affect he has on you, how even though he wanted to chase his high he could watch you get yourself off using his body any day.

Jungkook flexes his muscular thigh against you, pressing even more in all the right places. As you felt yourself growing closer, your hand falls to Jungkook’s cock and you squeeze softly. Jungkook’s rhythm stutters at your touch, so you test him and repeat the movement. His eyes squeeze shut and he stills, grabbing your wrist and moving it away from him.

“You’re gonna swallow my cum, not make me cum in my pants.”

You gasp at his words, and suddenly you’re lifted away from the door and sat on the counter. Your dress is now halfway up your abdomen, your underwear on full view for Jungkook. He eyes you up hungrily, looping his fingers around the hem of them and slipping them down your thighs.

On reflex, you open your legs and put your feet on the counter beside you. Spread, soaked, and on full view for your boyfriend, your face burns with lust. Jungkook immediately drops to his knees in front of you, his fingers brushing the side of your sex while your hips reflexively jerk towards him. Even though you were ready for him to touch you, you still felt yourself quiver at the thought of what he is going to do next.

Then he smirks, his fingers ghosting over your clit. You continue to twist your hips in an attempt to get him to press down harder. Unfortunately for you, Jungkook liked to tease, you learned.

You shake your head and beg, “Please, Kookie.”

Jungkook nods, clearly done teasing as he finally licks a long stripe up your slit. You lurch forward at the contact, all the blood rushing to your heat while your hands fly to Jungkook’s hair. You laced your fingers through his long, black locks and watch in awe at the complete pleasure laced in his expression.

Sure, how he touched you got you reeling but the thing you liked the most was watching Jungkook fall apart with you.

Finally, his lips lock around your clit and he sucks hard. You nearly scream, your hands pulling at his hair and the vibrato of his moan shaking you to the core. He inserts two fingers and thrusts hard, coaxing you to your orgasm much quicker than before. You welcomed the quickened pace, grinding your hips against his face and before you knew it, you were releasing onto his lips and shirt.

Jungkook pulls away from shock, sitting on the tile in front of you while he watches your pussy squirt and your hips squirm at the overwhelming orgasm.

He licks his lips, his chest heaving up and down. “Fuck.”

You open your eyes at the sight in front of you, your hand flying to your mouth in embarrassment. Jungkook only chuckles, “Oh no, you don’t get to be shy now. Not after what you just did to me.”

You squeal, “I’m sorry I didn’t know I could do that.”

“Mm,” he moans softly, “I wanna make you do it again.”

Before you got the chance to react, Jungkook unbuckles his belt and you watch hungrily while you see him pull his cock out. The tip is red, angry and ready for it’s release and you can’t help but grip the edge of the counters in anticipation. Jungkook tongues the nape of your neck as he rubs the tip of his cock against your already sensitive pussy. You jerk at the motion, overwhelmed from both ends and reach between the two of you to guide him to your cunt.

“You ready?” Jungkook murmurs, sinking his teeth into your neck. You hiss at the feeling, nodding your head in agreement before he gently sinks in, a stark contrast to the way he was pumping his fingers into you.

Slowly, carefully, he thrusts himself in and out of you. You pine for his voice, his ability to encourage you with his moans.

“Talk to me.” You gasp while he begins to speed up his thrusts, pulling you closer to the edge of the counter.

“Mm, you want to cum for me baby? You want to cum all over my cock?” His hands move up to knead each of your breasts, tugging gently at your nipples and causing you to finally let out that inevitable scream.

Jungkook, pleased with the affect of his words, smirks while sweat collects on his forehead.

“Yes!” you yell, “-yes please yes yes yes-”

You’re cut off by the feeling of him reaching a particularly deep point. You gnaw on your lip and toss your head back against the mirror.

Jungkook continues, “God, you’re so fucking sexy. Wanna make you squirt all over me,” you feel him nip at your collarbone and shift his hips into a steady grind, his pelvic bone beginning to rub against your clit, “wanna feel you clench around me.”

The longer his thrusts go on, they harder they get. If there was one thing that amazed you about Jungkook, it was his stamina. You felt a particularly hard thrust knock the breath out of your lungs and you heave your chest. The pleasure was beyond intense when you felt your breath leave you. Yet another surprise discovery.

You grab one of Jungkook’s hands and guide it to the base of your throat. Jungkook’s eyes go wide at the movement, giving you a questioning look. You only nod, and Jungkook’s eyes blow wide with lust.

“My dirty girl. Getting choked in our friends bathroom,” Jungkook groans against you, “you’re so tight.”

His hands are careful to time the pressure at the base of your throat with his thrusts, giving you enough time to breathe in between.

Finally you feel the knots in your stomach begin to tighten, and it hits you hard. The bright white lights that filled your vision was coincided with a ringing in your ears that causes the rest of your senses to drown in the pleasure. As Jungkook feels you clamp down on him, he stops his thrusts and tightens his hand around your throat for a few more seconds and then releasing, your orgasm rolling through your body in waves and squirting across Jungkook’s pelvis.

Jungkook pulls out of you, trying desperately not to cum at the sight of your back arching and your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Eventually you catch your breath, dipping your head down and meeting eyes with Jungkook who stood in front of you with his jaw open. He closes his mouth after gathering his thoughts, “O- on your knees baby.”

Jungkook helps you slide off the counter and you land on your knees. He licks his lips while you reach forward. Still reeling, your hand shakes and you can’t help but giggle, then wrapping your lips around your the head of his cock and sinking down.

It doesn’t take long for him to follow suit, the feeling of your tongue on the underside of his cock and the kitten licks on the head whenever he thrust out drove him crazy. His hot release causes his hips to thrust down your throat, making your suck down and swallow every last drop as your name falls from his lips like a mantra.

Both of you give a moment to come down from your highs, then Jungkook pulls you up weakly. You giggle as you stumble backward, intoxicated with everything that is Jungkook.

He pulls you up for a kiss, the taste of him on your tongue.

You two could have stayed like that forever, but a knock on the door tears both of you out of your euphoria.

“Come on, I need to pee!” Namjoon called from the other side, and you shake your head. Jungkook helps you step into your panties, guiding them up your legs and securing them on your hips, then pulling your dress down.

He takes a towel from the clean stack in the cupboard, “Sorry Namjoon.” He says while he cleans up the remnants of both your orgasms.

You feel heat raise on your cheeks as you watch him toss the towel in the laundry hamper. Swallowing, Jungkook opens the door and Namjoon tilts his head at both of you.

“Glad to see you pulled your head out of your ass, (Y/N). Now let me pee.”

Jungkook laughs while you open your mouth to reply but your silenced by a sharp tug out of the bathroom. At this point the party has died down a little bit, and it’s easier to spot the people you were actually friends with.

Jungkook wraps his arms around your waist and waddles behind you as you make your way to your group of friends. Taehyung gives a little wave, Jimin gestures his drink to you and Hoseok smirks.

“You two been busy?” He questions, able to see the aftermath of your fun in your smeared lipstick and hickeys across your neck.

“Just... exercising.” Jungkook laughs, leaning his head on your shoulder.

“Oh is that what you call it?” Namjoon joins the group, plopping down in between Seokjin and Yoongi, “because last time I checked that’s called fucking on my counter.”

Yoongi jumps up, “What is it with you two and fucking in other people’s houses?!”

Jungkook puts his hands up in defense, “You know how it is! You have a pretty person beside you and-” he runs his hands up and down your arms, a small gesture that had your heart fluttering, “-you just can’t help yourself.”

Jimin looks up with his nose scrunched in mock disgust, “Remind me never to invite you to my place.”

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Promises Not Kept Epilogue

Summary: Tommy Shelby made a promise to Jonah Ward while in the war. A promise he didn't keep. But it comes to haunt him when he tries to drown out his sorrows with a young woman.

Epilogue: Tommy just wants to go home.

It was three in the morning when Tommy woke his wife up. “I want to go home.” He decided once Leah had sat up and opened her eyes.

“Huh?” She rubbed her eyes with a yawn. “Home, like Birmingham?”

“No, Arrow House.”

“Alright.” She nodded. After all, she assumed they would have to go home sooner or later. They couldn’t just move in with Alfie for the rest of their lives, even if the children would’ve preferred it.

“No, Lee, I want to go home. Really just go home.”

Perhaps it was the early hour, but Leah didn’t understand. “I don’t get what you mean.”

“I just want to go home. I can turn over the business to someone else in the family. Michael has a plan for running a more legitimate operation. I can give him the reins. As for Parliament, I can run out my time and not run for re-election.”

She looked at him in disbelief. It was the words she wanted to hear him say for years, but never assumed he would ever say them. “Why-what changed your mind?” She wondered, hoping the question wouldn’t put him off from the idea.

“I can’t fucking take it anymore.” He ran a hand through his hair. “I won’t last much longer if I continue. And I can’t leave you or the kids not this soon.”

Although she wanted to jump at the chance to get him to retire, she was hesitant for various reasons. “Last time you tried to relax…” She reminded him.

“I know,” Tommy remembered the haze of anguish as his wife cleaned up the wound on his hand and had to help him up off the floor of his study. “I’m not saying it will be easy. But it’s something.”

Leah bit her lip and reached over to touch his cheek. “I just want you to be happy, Tom.”

He rested a hand over hers. “You and the children make me happy. I just-I just need to leave all the other shit behind.”

She began to cry, tears of joy, but tears all the same. “Oh, Tom.” She gasped in relief and sank into his arms.

He held her close, rubbing her back comfortingly. “Sh, sh, s’alright. It’s going to be alright.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“You know when I got out of the hospital after you shot me in the fucking face. Remember, that right?”

“Yes, Alfie, I remember.”

“Well after I returned here, I sat down in me armchair and wondered what the hell I were going to do the rest of me fucking life.”

The two men were sitting outside in the chairs out on the lawn. There, the children were playing together, savoring their last day in Margate before going back to Warwickshire. Leah was inside making sure that everything was packed and they’d left the rooms in a clean state. She hoped they would be welcomed back in the future, perhaps to go on holiday or just to visit. The beachfront property, and Alfie, had really grown on her.

“’Course I don’t know how many years I’ve got left, right, but it’s still something to think ‘bout innit? Nothing to work on, nothing to keep me occupied. Seemed like a fucking nightmare. But there’s something to be said about retiring. Comforting, right, ‘cause you ain’t got nothing relying on you.” Alfie paused to take a drag from his pipe. “I’m sure that would drive you absolutely bat shit crazy, wouldn’t it?”

Tommy nodded slightly. “I suppose it would. I’ve been moving forward all me life.”

“You’re still moving forward, mate. We all are. Just ‘cause you ain’t out doing anything, making deals ‘n shit. Got to find the happy medium, right. Halfway ‘tween overworking and being dead in the grave.” Alfie pointed at Tommy. “But, I tell you this. You’ve got the advantage, haven’t you? Three young kids and a wife? Mate, if they don’t keep you busy than I don’t know what the fuck will.”

The Brummie nodded slowly, watching his children running about still playing the fantasy game of pirates.

“And by the time they’re older, you’ll’ve gotten used to being idle.”

It was a promising notion. If Tommy could throw himself into his children’s lives, would that be enough to keep the shovels away? He didn’t know until he tried. And he needed to try for their sake and Leah’s sake. “So that’s why you like having them around, aye? You’re lonely?”

Alfie rolled his eyes. “It were a favor to you. No, not even you. Favor to your wife. She’s a fucking saint for putting up with you all these years.”

“That she is.” Tommy couldn’t argue with that.

“Kids, right, they’re messy, loud, whiney, needy, you’ve gotta do everything for them.” He snorted and shook his head. “I’ll stick to raising dogs.” Then he paused. “But sure, they fill the space, don’t they?”

“So, you mind us coming back then.” Tommy surmised, stubbing out his cigarette.

“S’long as you give me a few weeks’ notice, I s’pose that’ll be alright.”

“Of course.”

~~~~~~~~~

“Bye, Uncle Alfie.”

“Hey, now, why the gloomy face, aye?” Alfie knelt down to come eye to eye with Johanna. The Shelbys were all packed up and ready to head back to Warwickshire. But the children were a bit glum.

“I don’t wanna go home.” The little girl pouted and clutched her stuffed rabbit close to her chest.

“Why’s that? S’been a while since you’ve been home. You get to see all the horses again, right?”

Johanna nodded but still stuck out her lower lip.

“Get to go back to school in September too, yeah? You’ll meet new friends and have a grand ol’ time, won’t you?” Alfie tried to get her to lighten up a little.

She just shrugged. “I guess.”

“Buck up, kiddo. You ‘n your family can come back here to visit whenever. Won’t be long ‘till you’re back here on holiday.” He stood and scooped her up so he could help her into the car. Charlie and Cyril were already wedged in the backseat. “Cap’n Charlie.” Alfie tipped his cap. “You look after your crew, aye?”

“Aye-aye!” Charlie beamed proudly.

Leah came out holding Molly. Tommy was following with the last of their things. “Alfie, I don’t know how we can thank you for everything.” She said gently.

“Oh, nonsense.” Alfie shrugged off her concern. “The only thing you two need to do is take care of each other. Tommy and I, right, had a pretty shit upbringing. Perhaps it’s God’s plan that we stop the cycle from repeating, yeah?”

Leah smiled and touched Tommy’s shoulder. “I think we’ll do okay at that.”

Although Tommy was worried about the changes they were entering, he smiled too. “Thank you, Alfie.” He shook the man’s hand. For once it was a handshake purely out of good brotherhood. Not a deal in progress. Just a gesture of thanks.

“Right, set a course for Warwickshire, Miss Joey you keep a close watch on the sails,” Alfie instructed.

Johanna and Charlie laughed out the open window of the car. “Bye, Uncle Alfie!” They chirped happily.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Tommy knew that when Arrow House was empty, it felt like a shell of a house. Just bare-bones, chilly and barren. When the children filled the space, it suddenly came alive. Noise was a constant from wake-up time to bedtime. There was a warmth to it that kept even the largest rooms toasty and it wasn’t because it was the beginning of summer.

Photographs filled the space and it was very difficult to walk through the house without stepping or tripping on a toy. Tommy had a particularly nasty tumble when he tripped over a rocking horse in the middle of the night.

But the house was finally becoming something it had never been before even at their best moments. It was a family home. Where everyone felt like they belonged there and there was no doubt of that.

Yet despite the atmosphere changing and the routine settling into stone, things were not all perfect. It was one thing trying to turn over the business to the rest of his family. The process was long and taxing and took a lot of Tommy’s attention. So much so that when it was over, he wasn’t sure what else he could do.

Of course, he still held his seat in Parliament. But he removed himself from the party with Mosley and for the most part kept his head down. He didn’t listen to the rumors or scathing remarks from others. Powerful, up and coming Tommy Shelby was stepping away from it all. He wasn’t the man he used to be.

Tommy knew Mosley had retribution coming for him. It was only a matter of time. Instead, he focused on what he initially set out to do before he was drafted into the war. He wanted to help those shunned by the elite of society.

With Leah’s help, they looked into opening more homes for children under Grace’s foundation. Slowly but surely, he felt himself returning to the man he once was. A romantic who smiled more and wanted justice for those who couldn’t get it themselves.

Tommy knew that keeping himself busy with things he believed in and his family, he could keep the shovels away. But he wasn’t totally in the clear.

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It came via a phone call from Michael. There was trouble with Italians on the racetrack. Arthur was meant to be handling it but Michael was worried about the repercussions to their funds. They were still relying heavily on cash to get through the financial depression. And the tracks had made them a good sum of money to keep the rest of the business afloat. Now, Sabini’s men were making a try for their pitches.

It was almost instinct, Tommy wanted to instruct his cousin on what to do. He’d drive over, gun in hand and start dealing out threats to anyone who was challenging his business.

Then Leah passed by the open door of his study. She was carrying Molly upstairs, the little girl fast asleep in her arms. His wife glanced over and met his eyes. She smiled.

It felt like every nerve in Tommy’s body was fighting itself. His heart was pounding in his chest as he clutched the phone.

“Tom? Tommy? Are you still there?”

Forcefully, he hung up the phone and put his head in his arms. He needed to take care of his children. What if he went out to challenge Sabini and he was shot? What if that was his final action? Leah would be devastated that he hadn’t stayed honest, his children would be heartbroken. Molly wouldn’t even have a memory of him. Just like Charlie didn’t have a memory of Grace.

He felt it coming. As if he were standing on a train track and he could feel the vibrations of the incoming train. He could hear the loud whistle in the air. Could see the smoke curling over the horizon. But he couldn’t move an inch off the tracks. He just had to wait for it to hit him.

Fingers curling into his hair, his chest seized as he tried to take a few deep breaths. But it was futile. The panicked feeling was already upon him. The thing that was too powerful to fight. An old enemy.

Leah came back downstairs after putting the children to bed. She checked in on Tommy and found him slumped over his desk, hyperventilating. By that point, she recognized the signs that he wasn’t in medical danger, he was suffering from something completely in his mind.

“Tom…Tommy,” She hurried over to his desk. “It’s okay, I’m here.”

He didn’t answer, he hardly even moved aside from his panicked breathing.

Leah knelt down by his desk chair and put a hand on his shoulder. “I’m here. I’m here, Tom.” She whispered softly. “You’ll be okay, you’ll get through this, I promise. I promise. I promise you will.”

It took about two hours until Tommy was worn out. Wordlessly, he reached out to his wife. She helped him upstairs and into bed where he fell asleep rather quickly. Leaving her to watch over him with a worried look. She thought she would be enough.

~~~~~~~~~~~

The next morning, Tommy woke up very early. Leah was still fast asleep as he got dressed in an old button-down shirt, trousers, and bracers. He grabbed his flat cap and carefully shut the door behind him so he didn’t wake her.

The maids were preparing breakfast for the children so it would be ready for them when they woke for school.

“Francis, I’m going on a ride. Will you tell Leah when she wakes up?” Tommy grabbed his riding boots and coat.

“Of course, Mr. Shelby.”

He was about to leave out the door when he heard quiet footsteps behind him. Tommy turned and saw Charlie halfway down the stairs. He was dressed for school, carrying his uniform jacket and cap over his arm.

“Where are you going?” He asked.

“Why are you up?” Tommy skirted the question.

Charlie shrugged. “I heard you get up and I thought it was time for school.” He explained.

“It’s still too early, you can go back upstairs.”

But Charlie lingered on the steps. “Are you going away, dad?” He asked in a small voice.

Tommy’s brow furrowed. “Away? What do you mean?”

“Like…when you’ve left before.”

Father and son stared at each other in the foyer, neither exactly sure how to tell the other one how they truly felt. But their emotions had been simmering in their stomachs for so long, they were bound to come out eventually.

“Go and get your riding boots,” Tommy instructed, instead of really answering his son.

Charlie immediately perked up at the prospect of going riding. “Really?”

“Quickly.” Tommy nodded.

The boy dropped his jacket and cap to rush and get his boots.

“Francis, tell Leah that Charlie will be coming with me as well. He’ll be taking the day off from school as well.”

“Yes. Mr. Shelby.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Zeus and Pippin were quite the opposites as far as horses went. Tommy’s large black gelding was steady but powerful. A thoroughbred-draft cross, he was built like a tank and carried himself as such. Pippin was Charlie’s little Haflinger pony. With his long, blond mane and round belly, he looked a bit dopey next to Zeus. Despite his short stature, he was still headstrong and could give Charlie a hard time. However, he never intentionally tried to harm the boy.

That’s why Tommy felt comfortable heading out on the trails with Charlie off the lunge line. Even if Pippin were to spook, his short legs wouldn’t carry him very far and he would most likely give up before he even tried running off. The only Charlie had to worry about was Pippin eating the entire trip along the trail. Bending his neck down to graze at the long grass or grabbing a bite from one of the bushes along the way. Charlie had to constantly pull him away from anything that looked edible.

The first leg of the journey, Tommy and Charlie was quiet. They listened to the forest creatures start to stir with the rising sun. Birds chirped good mornings to one another as they flitted from branch to branch. The brush stirred with movements of rabbits or squirrels or even the occasional fox. As the sun climbed higher off the horizon, the rays began to filter through the summer leaves. Dappled sunshine highlighting the shiny buckles and stirrups on the horses’ tack.

Tommy shed off his jacket as the air became warmer and started to buzz with the sound of insects. “Let’s stop up ahead.”

They came out of the forest onto a large hill. From the top of the hill, they could see a wide view of the British countryside. Fields and fences rolling over hills and dips in the land. There was a herd of cows a couple of miles away, slowly moving across a pasture.

Tommy dismounted and helped Charlie down as well. He offered his son water and a snack that he had packed before leaving. He felt that he would be out for a while, he needed some open air and space.

The two settled onto the grass, Tommy’s legs sprawled out as he propped himself up with his elbows to watch the sun continue to rise in the sky. “I remember taking you out in the vardo after Grace passed away.” He began to tell his son without prompting.

“I don’t remember that.” Charlie frowned as he opened the package of biscuits.

“No, you were very little. About Molly’s age. Could hardly talk. But you said Mumma.” Tommy kept his eyes out on the horizon, nodding absent-mindedly. “I told you that I was no good.” He recalled.

“Why?”

Tommy sighed and looked over at his son. Sometimes, when he woke up in the morning, he still expected Charlie to come toddling in. Still just an infant, hardly able to say much. When he came downstairs, sometimes it put Tommy in a shock. He’d gotten so big in seemingly such a short amount of time. As had Johanna. As had Molly. They all grew unbelievably quickly and Tommy was almost desperate to put a halt to time. Because what happened when they became teenagers or young adults? When they could truly see the kind of man he was? Or maybe they would hear stories about what he’d done in the past. What if they never wanted to speak with him again? What if they wrote him out of their lives?

When they were at the ages they were, Tommy could do no wrong. He was a saint because they didn’t know any better. Now he was just afraid of what would happen when they did know better.

“Because I thought I couldn’t take care of you properly.” Tommy picked a pine needle out of Charlie’s blonde hair. “Not without Grace, at least. I was very fortunate your mum came into me life. But I still worry that I’m not enough for you or your sisters.” He admitted, even if he wasn’t sure that Charlie would understand. It felt good to try and own up to his fears out loud.

“I was really sad when we were in America and you weren’t with us,” Charlie told him. “Because I thought that you didn’t care about me or Jo. But I think you care ‘bout us now.” Charlie said with a shy shrug. “’Cause you’re home more and you smile more. And you play with us and tell us stories. I like that.”

Tommy swallowed. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. I think it’s nice. Because I like when you’re here. And if you weren’t here I think Jo and mum and Molly would be sad. I would be sad too.”

“I like being here for you all too.” Tommy nodded and took a deep breath. That’s all he could do. Be there for them. Even if he thought he was a shit father, at least he wasn’t away. He was there and they would have memories of him. Memories of the promises he made to them.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dear Mr. and Mrs. Shelby, Mr. Charles, Miss Johanna, and Miss Molly.

If you’re reading this, then I’ve died. I’ve asked this to be mailed to you when I do die so that’ll be the only reason, you’re reading it. After the skin cancer returned, I decided to get my affairs in order just in case. Yesterday, the doctor said the cancer had spread to my organs. He used a big word but I’m not going to try and spell it out. You’ll most likely be notified of my funeral, just know it’ll be in Jewish customs. So, dress in something you don’t mind tearing. Ollie will explain everything to you when you arrive at Margate. Speaking of Margate, since I have no children to pass it on to, I decided to put my house in the Shelby name once I pass. I decided this a long time ago, but seeing the children enjoy the house for so many years, I figured it was only right. My lawyer will have everything in place, so no need to worry about that.

In the event that you’ll visit my grave in the future, I’ll ask this of you. Jews don’t really use flowers to give their condolences. Don’t want a bunch of dead flowers crowding my gravestone. Instead, it is custom to place a small rock on the gravesite. I’ll ask this of you.

Tommy, after a tumultuous length of time as business partners, I am happy to part as friends. I appreciate you allowing your family to bring me some joy in my years of retirement. Know that I went peacefully and I am now with God.

Regards,

Alfred Solomons

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“Molly, Molly, careful!” Leah called out. “Oh, Tommy please go help her.”

Spring was budding in Margate as the Shelby family took the path to a familiar location. Nine-year-old Molly was being half-dragged there by their enormous bullmastiff who was only six months old but almost the size of what Cyril was fully grown.

Tommy trotted a few steps to grab the leash and rein in the excited pup. “Heel, Leo, heel!”

“I’ve got him, dad!” Molly complained even though her arm was getting tired from the puppy yanking on the lead.

“I know, I’m just trying to help.” Tommy got Leo back in place beside Molly.

“I’ve got a stone,” Johanna said, turning the smooth rock over in her hand. “I found it on the beach this morning.”

Molly gasped in a panic. “I forgot my stone!” She exclaimed.

“It’s okay, poppet,” Leah assured her. “We’ll find one on the way.”

“But it won’t be a pretty stone from the beach like Joey’s!” She protested.

“That’s alright.” Tommy placed a hand on his daughter’s shoulder. “Alfie would just appreciate the gesture.”

Finally, they arrived at Alfie’s grave. Already piled with rocks as they often visited and left their stones to commemorate him as he requested. Beside his grave lay Cyril who passed a couple of months after Alfie did. Almost in a fitting way of respect.

Charlie, who was seventeen, set his stone down first. He carefully dusted off the top of the headstone. They all had taken the loss in different ways. But all of them missed the larger-than-life man.

“Remember the time when we found a crab in a tidepool and it pinched Alfie’s thumb?” Johanna asked as she placed her stone atop the others.

Charlie chuckled. “That’s when Molly learned her first swear.”

Tommy couldn’t help but smile. He remembered Alfie swearing up a storm, trying to shake the critter off his hand. Leah was horrified when Molly started spouting off ‘fuck’ too thinking it was a funny word.

“Remember the time Cyril got sprayed by a skunk and rolled all over the carpet in the parlor?” Molly recalled.

Leah sighed. “The whole house stunk for weeks.” She leaned into Tommy’s side.

He wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed her temple.

“I liked playing pirates,” Johanna said. “That was the most fun.”

Charlie smiled. “Yeah then he made you captain and we ran aground.”

“Only because you weren’t looking!” His sister stuck her tongue out at him.

“I don’t remember it that way.” The teenager looked amused at the childhood memory.

“Alright, alright. Why don’t we leave Alfie to rest peacefully, and not listen to your bickering.” Tommy said and shooed them off. “Auntie Ada will be here soon with Pol and your cousins.” They were visiting so they could all say goodbye to Karl who had enlisted in the military and was now on his way out to fight in the war that had been looming on the horizon for years.

The three ran ahead with Leo, the puppy yipping at them.

Leah took Tommy’s hand in hers as they walked down the hill at a more leisurely pace. “He would be so proud of you, Tom.” She murmured softly.

Sometimes, Tommy couldn’t believe the time that had passed. His son was growing up to be a man. His daughters were growing up to be intelligent young ladies. They were educated and certainly more refined than he had ever been. But the most important part was they never had to see any of the atrocities he had. They grew into a comfortable life, only having to worry about their studies and friends. They rode horses and played the violin or piano. They smiled and laughed nearly every single day. And after every day, Tommy was there to wish them a good night. To tell him how much he loved them. And how proud he was of them.

And although he still struggled with his mind, Tommy knew that he was learning to accept things as they were. To cope, he looked at what he had been blessed with. Three lovely children and a beautiful wife.

Sometimes, Tommy still couldn’t believe that Leah was his. He assumed that she would’ve been gone years ago because of his behavior. But she stuck with him through thick and thin. Saw him at his lowest and helped him out of it. They knew everything about each other and it was so comforting to have someone there for him every night as he fell asleep. She kept the shovels away.

Neither of them was numb anymore. Not in the way they had been when they met. In fact, they were so full of life and love for their family and each other. Despite what was coming in Europe, they would always have each other and that meant something. It meant that Tommy had kept his promise to her.

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Ray Gigant NG+ Epilogue - Transcript (Major Spoilers)

Ok so I know this acc is inac to hell and back but I promised to upload Ray Gigant’s epilogue transcript once I completed it on my Twitter account and this is the best place for it, so here it is! Originally this epilogue is exclusive to NG+, but it’s trickier than the main game and even with god mode activated the fights take a while so nobody’s really played it, so I’m uploading these for the people who want to read the epilogues but aren’t really interested in replaying the whole game for it! I’ll be posting pics I took of the CGs (with the exception of the CG officially released) cause I don’t think my vita could handle screenshots, and I wasn’t able to get one before the text showed up, so apologies on the quality there, but they’re kickass CGs either way so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Ichiya: Well, it’s been one year since...

Ichiya: Now that I have a chance, I figured I’d talk...

Ichiya: About the future we won with our hands.

Ichiya: Uh, I guess the simple story is, I’m just gonna let you know what happened afterward.

Ichiya: First, Nil. She said she was gonna go and explore the world, but...

Ichiya: ...as you can see, it looks like exploring the world wasn’t enough.

Ichiya: Right after, Nil started saying that she wanted to go to space, so she sent in her resume to become an astronaut.

Ichiya: And, what do you know, she passed the test with flying colours, and made it in as a final candidate. No, seriously.

Ichiya: Well, that alone is awesome, but this is where things get Nil-freaky...

Ichiya: It’s common sense that astronauts need years of training before actually going out to space, right?

Ichiya: Well, Nil doesn’t have common sense. The moment she heard that, she resigned.

Ichiya: Then she used Ezekiel’s secret stash to join a space tour conducted by a space travel agency.

Ichiya: I dunno where to start with what to say about her...

Ichiya: Note that this travel agency was shady as hell with no pedigree behind it...

Ichiya: As expected, there were system troubles on their return, and they got caught in an accident.

Ichiya: Well, stuff happened and in the end they were safe, which is good, but...

Ichiya: ...we already know she’s super active but I wish she could’ve been a bit more calm.

Ichiya: Huh? Kyle?

Ichiya: Oh yeah, you gotta listen to this! I don’t know what got into his mind...

Ichiya: He somehow landed a part in a movie, which became a huge hit, and all of a sudden, he’s acting like some pompous young rising actor.

Ichiya: I don’t have a clue what’s so good about that sulky face of his, but it looks like he’s super popular now.

Ichiya: That would’ve been fine and well, but he’s such an ass, even on television.

Ichiya: “I was born to be a hero.” Pfft... yeah right.

Ichiya: I can’t believe he’s acting like a poser when all he’s gonna appear in is some lousy instant ramen commercial...

Ichiya: But, I guess it’s just like him to act like that without a concern in the world.

Ichiya: Come to think of it, I saw him on TV about getting some sort of movie actor award, but...

Ichiya: ...from the looks of it, it seems like he’s doing pretty well with Riona.

Ichiya: Damn it... I dunno why, but seeing that pissed me off. What a show-off!

Ichiya: I mean, like Riona’s too good for someone like Kyle.

Ichiya: Uh, but I can’t imagine being able to handle Riona...

Ichiya: Well, that’s about it for everyone.

Ichiya: Me? Well, nothing’s really changed...

Ichiya: Whoops, sorry... I just got an emergency contact from Mana.

Ichiya: Huh?! An accident at the Sky Tower construction site?! I gotta get going!

Ichiya: Looks like we need to get in action again...

Ichiya: I’ll borrow your power again, Habakiri!

Ichiya: Uh, not that I’m trying to act like a hero, but...

Ichiya: It was a major pain just to get the world back in order again, so I want to make sure it stays like that.

Ichiya: No one’s gonna complain about having a few more happy endings, right?

Ichiya: Anyway, off I go!

Ichiya: See ya’ again!

<End>

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Dancing lessons

Summary: Barry is finally cast in a feature, the problem? He said he could dance and now he can either disappoint Sally or found a way to learn some steps.

Part 1 ● Part 2 ● Part 3 ● Part 4 ● Part 5 ● Part 6 ● Part 7 ● Part 8 ● Epilogue

Warnings: Swearing, blood, violence, guns, cheating maybe.

Part 5

And alarm clock went off somewhere and Barry woke up alone, he check out his watch and it said 7:00 a.m. just 4 hours had passed and he could feel the absence of the woman that was next to him just a couple minutes before.

He felt guilty, not entirely sure why and kept his head pressed down on the couch, it was not cheating, right? He had spend the night with a woman who wasn't his girlfriend, having dinner and playing board games and cuddling in the couch... but he did it because she was injured.

And smelling her hair and pushing her against him while they were sleeping was only to keep her safe, it meant nothing, it meant so little that he wouldn't mention a single thing to Sally, because there was nothing to talk about, she was his dancing instructor and a mean rival at scrabble, and now possibly a friend, a friend with beautiful eyes and flowy hair, whit a delicate body that fit perfectly in his arms...a friend with warm skin and red lips he was dying to know what would they taste like.

"Morning sunshine!" Her voice made him shake those dangerous thoughts away and he stood up to see her already dressed and holding two cups of coffee and a bag from a local bakery. "I didn't mean to wake you, but since I'm fine I thought you could use a coffee before going home".

"No, it's okay. Thanks" He said rubbing his eyes and joining her at the kitchen "Are those croissants?" He asked while she put the pastry on a platter.

"They are, I figured since I'm taking the day off I might as well make the best out of it, and since I can't drink an enormous amount of sugar and chocolate is the second best option" she took a bite of one of the pastries and he sited in front of her not quite sure of what he was supposed to say.

She on the other hand seemed not uncomfortable at all, she had a pink headband covering the stitches and that was the only difference, she continued to be the same relaxed and friendly woman she ever was. He was relived but also hurt a little maybe he thought they will have a long heartfelt conversation about the nature of their relationship and how sorry he was about his behavior but she didn't seem to mind at all, maybe it was for the best, at least they were friends now.

He walked down the stairs after he make her promise ten times she would not be opening the studio, and that he would check up on her in the afternoon. He was walking to his car when a familiar sensation in th back of his head alarmed him. He was being followed.

He opened the door cautiously looking around but he didn't see anyone and then, crossing the street in front of him, not caring enough to hide Fuches approach him, he froze in the spot, knowing too well his gun was safe under his bed and that he didn't even had a knife on him.

He looked better than the last time he saw him, no more open wounds, and his clothes were actually clean and new, but even when he looked put together his eyes looked tired and older than ever, maybe that's why he left him approach so easily.

Fuches opened the passenger's door and got inside, and Barry did the same, he start driving in silence in the unspoken understatement that they will do this in a more private place since the people opening the stores on that street were already coming out.

***

You let go a sigh of relief once he left, and look at your empty apartment already bored to death with the idea of staying in the whole morning, but you have promised not to do anything crazy so you put on a movie and sit on the couch in an attempt to become a cozy sloth.

Horror films were the select genre, trying to avoid anything remotely romantic that could reignite the feelings you have woken up to that morning. Not that his arms around your body didn't felt like heaven, because they did, but because you were sure you were dancing on a thin line that you were not willing to cross.

That's why you try so hard to be normal around him, there was no way you would give in on your feelings for Barry specially not around him, and yet you couldn't fight the urge to have him back and just talk to him, about anything he would think off, kick his ass in scrabble again, maybe you were just friends? Maybe after years of being harsh on yourself feeling like a faliure his presence and his optimism about his career was all that had attracted you and you wanted to be around him because it remained of you when you started and he was a nice person worth being friends with.

But that didn't explain why you needed to take a cold shower after he showed you the scars on his exposed skin, nor why did you went to sleep dreaming of touching them, you have to end that, starting with putting a barrier between the two, specially since he was happy with someone else, as happy as you are, you said angry at yourself and push your mind away from him.

Two hours passed and you were fine watching young attractive people running from their lifes, that you forgot that you were supposed to stay away from him and send him a text.

Since we are not dancing this afternoon you should bring money and alcohol and make the scrabble more interesting

The moment you hit "send" you regretted it, and ten minutes went by without any response, you were about to send another message making sure he knew you were just joking when to make the situation worse, the door opened and Alan walked in making you jump on the couch in surprise.

He was holding a nice bouquet of flowers and was about to say something nice when his expression changed with concern.

"What the hell happened to your head?" You have taken the headband off and the stitches were visible, he left his stuff on the ground while you try to explain what had happened leaving one important detail in the dark. "Why didn't you call? Y was free at 5 but I went out for drinks with the guys, you could have called, are you okay? I'm calling your doctor" His paternal voice while he check the wound make you feel worse even when you have done anything remotely accusatory.

"I'm fine, how was Dallas? Did you guys got the old man to sign?" He smile at you, like he always did when you resume his job into making old CEOs to sign their company's away to him and his lawyer friends.

"We did, in fact I was dying to get here to get you out to celebrate" He said pointing out the flowers "But maybe champagne is not the best idea right now" He said looking worried at the injury again.

"That and also the fact that is 10:00 a.m." You said and while he pick up his stuff from the floor and you quickly check your phone, no answer, maybe it was for the better, Barry Berkman was a dangerous path that you shouldn't walk and you could send a text cancelling your class later. You turn off the phone and help Alan out of his jacket.

He took you by the waist and pulled you in for a kiss, maybe was the guilt you felt what was making you eager to ease away a pain you haven't cause him yet but you deepened the kiss right there in the middle of the living room.

"Why was that for?" He asked with a confused happy look on his face holding you tight.

"Well is too early for champagne, but maybe not for other ways to celebrate" You said running your hands trough his arms and resting them on his chest.

"But your head..." He started with his hands on your back already making another choice.

"I'm fine, let's go" you wink at him and he carried you to the bedroom, with your heart rising on your chest loudly enough for your guilty thoughts to remain silent at least for the moment.

***

"Scoring with a married lady, I never thought you have that in you" Fuches said jokingly and Barry's hand tighten around the wheel.

"Leave her out of this" He growled and he saw the grin on Fuches face in the corner of his eye, he was teasing him and he fall right in "That's not what I was doing, she is just a friend" He added with lest conviction knowing he had said too much already.

"I know kid, you are way too decent to do that stuff, weird since you have no problem killing, but anyway I like the blonde one better..." he didn't finish talking since Barry almost lost control of the car when he mentioned Sally.

"Let Sally out of this or I swear to God I'll kill you right now" this time Fuches expression was not pleased, he looked at the road concerned with Barry's actions.

They parked in a drugstore that was empty at that time in the morning. And stand outside the car just watching the fence of the parking lot, Fuches light a cigarette and offered one to Barry but he rejected it.

"You are getting clumsy you know?" He said after a while, trying to find a way to bring on the subject without activating the timebomb he was when he got angry. "Using your own name on the hospital was stupid, oh yeah I know about your little excursion to the E.R." He said tossing the butt of the cigarette in the ground "This 'friend' of yours must be close to call herself Mrs. Berkman doesn't she?"

"She is my dance teacher... people assumed things" He started and the slight guilt in his voice was enough for Fuches to take the reins of the conversation.

"And I'm sure your girlfriend was aware of your whereabouts last night" He said, studying his reaction "Oh she doesn't know?"

"So you are going to threaten me with snitching on me with Sally now?" He said surprised "That's a bit ridiculous, why did you came back man?" He asked tired, he was sure now tha he could never kill him, no matter how much he had damaged him, that's not who he was anymore but his hesitation to end things with him encouraged Fuches to keep coming back into his life.

"Well the Chechens were not please to lose their men, the Bolivians think NoHo Hank betrayed them and the Burmese mob wanted you dead" He said and a pain in his head reminded Barry of the that night, and flashes of his actions play before his eyes, their men, the light fading away from Mayrbeck eyes still haunted him time to time. "Or whoever killed their leader for that matter, only the Chechens knew it was you and they kept it to themselves" he continued and Barry came back to the present, only nodding in understanding "So those guys thought it was Cristobal, since he survived your little outburst"

"And I suppose you didn't have anything to do with them thinking that" Barry assumed correctly.

"Of course not, as I also tip off NoHo Hank that his sweetheart was in danger so he could protect him" He said with a grin "Poor guy is so smitten by him is actually sweet, anyway the Bolivians and the Chechens got in peace after and they stop trying to kill me and welcome me into the family, but they were at war with the Burmese"

"And why does any of that to do with me? since you say they don't know who I am... they told them right? Hank rat me out to the Burmese?" He said connecting the dots on his head, and finally starting to get nervous about his momentary quiet life to blow up.

"It was a peace offering, they will give them this maniac killer who wrong the three of them and restore their peace, and they did already" He said putting out a photograph of a man covered in tattoos liying on the ground with multiple bullet holes on his body and head. "This is Marion Kowalski, an ex navy seal who mess with the wrong people and did some shady jobs for the mob for a price, and the American responsible for the Monastery massacre, and now they are all in peace"

"I don't understand any of these" Barry said regaining a momentary calm.

"Well Hank and Batir, the new boss, have different ideas about what peace means" He said turning on another cigarette "Hank is happy to keep the business running in peace and for Batir is a strategy to hurt them back with all they got." He put a hand on his shoulder when he said the last part and gave him a sad look.

"That includes me? It's insane man, I'm not coming with you, you can't convince me" He said putting his hand aside.

"No kid, I'm not here trying to convince you, this is a heads up" He said and pull out a passport with one of his many fake identities "I'm leaving to Italy, Hank arranged it, they are actively looking for you and since I don't know where you are I'm no longer useful but since he owns me Cristobal's life I got this last favor. They won't take a no for an answer and you either join them as a weapon or as a trophy".

"How long do I have?" He said now finally accepting the cigarette he offered him and looking away thinking.

"I don't know, Hank has been deviating their attention until I'm clear, after that I guess a day or two before they make a formal offer and after that is all up to you" He said and showed him a plane ticket "I'm leaving in a week so if I were you I will start making myself hard to find"

"Are you really going to Italy?" Barry asked finally after they share the silence, knowing too well it was the last time they will meet.

"Maybe, I wouldn't trust my own words, it was good seeing you kid" He said and offered him his hand. "Take care".

"You too" Barry said and resisted the urge to hug him since there were still too many open wounds between the two of them, that now will never have closure, Fuches turn away and start walking before Barry called him again "Hey Fuches!" He turned his head at him with a sad expression again "Thanks" they nodded and he walked away.

Barry tossed the cigarette on the ground and stood there for another ten minutes before getting on his car, his first instinct was to drive away and leave it all behind but he couldn't start the engine, so he took out his phone not sure who he was calling, there were 3 text messages on his screen, one from Sally from an hour ago, another from Y/N grom fifteen minutes before, and a third one from Andre just two minutes ago, in an attempt to ignore his reality read his first.

Where the fuck are you Block? We have the crew ready and I'm not putting my production on hold for you!

Before he could look at the other two Andre was calling him incredibly mad at him, and he shut everything else down and simply started his car while he answered.

"I'm sorry, I slept in, I'm on my way"

#barry hbo #barry berkman edit #barry fanfiction #barry berkman fanfiction #barry berkman x you #barry berkman x reader #barry block #barry berkman #bill hader #dance #cheating #monroe fuches #sally reed

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I find myself somewhere I—I never thought I'd be What do I do now? So much has changed ~Nothing I've Ever Known, Bryan Adams

For one of the first times since she’d woken up in West Elizabeth, it wasn’t raised voices that woke her, but soft voices and hoofbeats. It was hot, but not nearly so hot as she’d grown used to, and so she allowed herself to enjoy it, blinking slowly awake. She yawned, tongue unfurling in that way of a dog’s, before licking her lips, finding them dry and rank of morning breath—oh, but she missed toothpaste!

The voices that continued to speak outside were familiar, so she didn’t hurry as she stood, stretching luxuriously, bones and joints popping in a way that had her sighing—she’d been so stiff, it felt so nice!—before bracing her paws and shaking herself off, working out the last of the kinks in her joints. While the shack was more comfortable than the dirt, it wasn’t too nice on her bones.

“What were you thinkin’?” an old man’s voice grunted suddenly, and her ears had perked up as she’d raised her head to see a familiar freeloader standing in the doorway looking back over his shoulder, clearly not having seen her or, at least if he had, not paying her a lick of thought.

“I don’t know… she said she wanted it!” and she couldn’t help but to snort. Even when she’d been playing the game, however-long-ago, before she’d gone back to a Chapter Two save to roam because there was nothing to do in the epilogue and she missed the gang, she’d thought that had been damn stupid. Abigail had admitted that she hadn’t seen a picture, that she had only read about it in the newspaper (well, had someone else read it to her, but potato potahto), John could have easily gone and found another ranch, one she would have loved even more, one that wasn’t a shack in the middle of a field of dying grass, one that wasn’t near cougar and puma spawns, and wasn’t a stone’s throw away from a forest filled with Skinners, cougars, and grizzly bears. It would be more expensive, sure, but in the long run the cost would be far less, and even when she’d been playing as John and Jack was little more than a handful of pixels the thought of him near that cougar spawn made her anxious.

Then again, if he had bought any other ranch, the epilogue would be a hell of a lot shorter than it already was, but still.

“She ever seen it?” ‘Exactly!’ she thought, nodding her head. She’d never been one to hate Uncle like a lot of players did, never one to hit the antagonize button, preferred to just ignore him if anything—he was lazy, for the most part useless, but in the end he gave his life for the Marstons and so she couldn’t hate him. But here she agreed with him wholeheartedly. “What are we gonna farm here? Rocks?” and that brought a snicker from her chest, and she wondered idly what it sounded like—clearly they couldn’t understand her, else she’d probably have ended up shot, being a talking dog and all, though considering the strange things that John had seen maybe not, but those men from before surely would have set her brains to leaking out on the dirt. Trotting forward, she stuck her head out the open doorway, momentarily blinded by the harsh sunlight, only to find she hadn’t been missing much as she made out Uncle’s broad form, ass pointed her way, stooping down to pick up a stone.

“We?” John echoed, and for the first time she recognized the resignation in his voice.

“You don’t have a hope here, without a wise hand at the tiller.” she tilted her head as she looked between the two, realizing for the first time that she had no clue what a tiller was. Whatever it was, though, Uncle was useless at it, whatever it was, considering he was useless at everything except for the very end of the first game. Around the ranch he did nothing, from what she could recall, and only caused trouble in town. But she liked him because, in the end, he cared for the Marstons, willing to give up his life for them if he had to.

She took no small amount of amusement out of watching them argue, jaw hanging open in a dog’s grin, the drunkard of an old man simply saying ‘no’ as the young gunslinger tried to force him to leave. John was younger, much more dangerous, and could have hauled him off the property, so watching Uncle no-sell him was hysterical.

Living with them, she supposed, wouldn’t be so bad.

“So, you think I’m an idiot?” John grunted, glaring at Uncle as though he’d thrown horse-shit at him, not just a rock.

Yes.’

She ducked out of Uncle’s way as he walked into the shack, half expecting a blow, but he only raised a bushy eyebrow and laughed, “No… I know you’re an idiot!” moving to sprawl out on the floor and grab one of the half-empty bottles of whiskey the dead men had left lying around. She wrinkled her nose, trying not to think about what might be floating around in it, cigarette butts and dead flies and ants and other bugs, and who knew what else besides.

How in all hell had Uncle survived to be so old?

She retched as she saw something float down the neck of the bottle and into Uncle’s mouth, and hurried out of the shack before she could see anything else, stopping to look for John. He was scowling as he gathered up Rachel and Nell the… she was pretty sure IV, leading them by the reins to the tree she’d spent the last few days tied to, and just the sight of it had her fur standing on end, and though she knew he wasn't like them, and that they could pull their reins free from the low branch he was tying them to, it put a sour taste in her mouth.

Not caring to go anywhere near the tree, she waited for him to approach the shack before trotting up to him, wagging her tail and offering a friendly “whuff!”, finding it much deeper than she’d expected, although then again she hadn’t exactly been expecting anything.

John looked at her in surprise, eyebrows raised, and asked “So you stayed, huh girl?” and she lolled out her tongue, dropping on her haunches and thump-thump-thumping her tail on the ground to try and make sure that she came off as friendly—considering that John was a tall man, and she came eye-to-hip on him, she knew she was a big dog, and a big dog with a deep bark was an intimidating dog, and she’d survived days of starvation, dehydration, and near heatstroke, and didn’t care to be shot dead the next day by the man who’d saved her, thank you very much. Slowly, ready to jerk back if she tried to bite, he reached out, and she couldn’t help but to sigh as he scratched under her chin, oh, oh!, but that felt good! Her tail wagged violently enough to throw up puffs of dust and, as he dug his fingers in deeper, her butt began to move with it. That, that, was pure pleasure.

But, of course, all good things have to come to an end. And it was her own stomach that put an end to this one, rumbling so loudly that even John, with his weak human ears, could hear it. He snorted a laugh, withdrawing his hand, and she absolutely did not lean forward, seeking the touch, no sir, asking “Ya hungry, girl? Bet they didn’t feed ya much, did they?” And, okay, she really was. She hadn’t eaten since waking up in… Red Dead Redemption? The Epilogue? West Elizabeth? Whatever you want to call it, she hadn’t eaten since waking up in it, and now that she wasn’t so distracted by the heat and her own thirst, her empty stomach was screaming at her, was all she could think about.

A strange sound pulled her from her musings, flopped-over ears perking up as she watched John dig through his satchel—he could pull anything out of it or, at least, she thought so. Was this world following the game’s logic? Could he somehow fit fifteen squirrel carcasses inside it with plenty of room for other things? Or did it follow real-life logic?

If she didn’t find out from him, she’d have to test that, because the curiosity was killing her.

And then, joy of joys!, he pulled out a handful of dried meat. Her eyes locked on it as she began to drool, tongue lolling out and saliva dripping to the ground as though she were some common street cur, a whine spilling from her throat without her meaning it to. He chuckled, unwrapping the rags that held them together, and tossed it to the ground at my paws, throwing up a cloud of dust. Very, very slowly she looked up at him, glaring as though he had done so just to hurt her, though really she couldn’t blame him. Even though she’d been nothing but well behaved, she’d been half out of her mind most of the time he’d known her, so how was he to know that she wasn’t bad tempered? And, besides, feeding a stray dog can be dangerous; you never knew if they were food aggressive, and in a time without rabies shots being bitten by a stray could be fatal.

So, sighing, and still looking at John as though he’d betrayed her, she took the dried meat in her mouth and beginning to chew, finding it surprisingly hard— seeing as most of her teeth were different from what she was used to, and made for sheared, not chewing, at that. The meat was tough, dry, tasteless and filthy but she was so hungry that, at that moment, it was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted.

“If you’re gonna stay,” John said suddenly, and she gulped down the last few bites of the mystery meat (maybe venison? She’d never had it before, so she couldn’t say, but the meat had so little taste she wouldn’t be able to say what it was even if she had, “then I suppose you’re gonna need a name.”

‘Oh,’ she thought, licking her lips to try and get the sand off of her muzzle, plopping down on her haunches and looking up at him. Well, she couldn’t exactly tell him her name, could she? If she tried to write her name in the dirt then who knew what would happen? Sure, he was John, but even he would know that a dog shouldn’t be able to write!

...at least, she really hoped so.

Besides, knowing Uncle, he’d probably try to earn money by putting on shows of the ‘Amazing Writing Dog’ or something like that. No thank you.

Well, she sighed, bringing a hindpaw up to scratch behind her ear, she hoped he picked a good name for her or, if she was lucky, he’d manage to stumble across her real name. Probably not, her luck didn’t tend to run that way. As most could probably guess, considering she’d been turned into a dog, sent into a video game, and damn well nearly killed.

Although, considering he’d named his horse ‘Rachel’, she didn’t have high hopes for a good name.

He tried a handful of names - Brownie, which she refused to even acknowledge, Floppy, which was just insulting, Pepper, which she actually liked but surely he could do better? Wait, what was she thinking- Greenie? Wow, and she’d thought Brownie was bad. John sighed, running his fingers through his greasy hair, “Jesus, I’ve never met such a picky animal before!” ‘Well, get used to it!’ “Abigail named Jack, and Old Bob as old as dirt and a Bob through and through.” she looked up at him, and blinked slowly in a manner more befitting a cat than a dog. Still not impressed, John. Old Bob had had a mostly human name, Rachel had a human name, try a human name on her other than Pepper! Please? At least one? Cain had had a human name, it wasn’t like he’d never known a dog with a human’s name. And, she remembered, Rufus had a human-ish name too, so why was he so averse to giving her one, too?

Aw, hell, she remembered then that Jack-or was it Abigail?- had named Rufus.

‘Please, God, why me?’

He looked, suddenly, deep in thought, and she wondered what he’d come up with this time. Fluffy, maybe? Was she fluffy? Seeing herself in the puddle was only a vague memory, hazy and faint considering she’d only been half-conscious, so she needed to find somewhere to get a good look at herself.

When he spoke, it was under his breath, “What was the name of that woman in Jack’s book?” and she tilted her head in aroused curiosity—which book? In the game (at least, in the epilogue) she’d only ever seen him reading about King Arthur, but of course he’d have read plenty others off-screen, so all she could do was look at him like, well, a curious dog. “Gin… Guinev-Guinevere?” The rather extravagant name was rough on his tongue, stuttered and awkward, a five-dollar word in a fifty-cent mouth, but it was a name she liked , much better than Brownie, Greenie, Floppy or even Pepper, and she feared what other names he might come up with, so she perked her ears and showed her interest, looking at him intently. She could live with that name, quite happily in fact. It was extravagant, far more-so than the one she’d had in her other life.

“Of course that’s the one you like,” he sighed, the surprised expression on his face turning resigned, “who comes up with those names, anyways?”

“Not you, clearly!” and he better use that name, she refused to answer to anything else he came up with. “Fine, Guin… shit, you’re gonna need a nickname, that’s a hell of a mouthful. Ginny, I’ll call ya Ginny.”

Ginny, she could live with that.

#silent savior #i can't quite remember just what guided me this way #Red Dead Redemption #red dead redemption 2 #splat #splat dragon #splat_dragon #splatdragon #splatdragonff #john #john marston #uncle #red dead epilogue #rdr2 epilogue #red dead redemption 2 epilogue #guinevere #ginny

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gascon-en-exil · 5 years

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Lords and their Knights: When FE Chivalry Goes Gay

@mwritesink prompted me to write about my favorite tropes in FE and how they evolved over the course of the series. I already crossed a few others off in an earlier post, but this one is a particular favorite of mine where M/M romance in this series is concerned and one I felt had enough examples to constitute a piece of its own. Let it not be said that this is merely the gay variation on the well-worn heterosexual romance trope of a lady and her knight (ex. Eirika/Seth), because negotiating the fundamental power imbalance in this type of relationship takes on different dimensions when both parties are male. I draw a closer comparison to courtly love, which in the traditional sense is also socially transgressive (being adulterous) and not consummated via marriage or other public means...which in FE terms means an S support and possibly a eugenics baby. A vassal in love with his lord rather than his lord’s wife is not only cutting the female intermediary out of what can already be a very homoromatic scenario, but it’s directly tangling together a kind of martial romantic love and ideas about what knighthood/vassalage even is or ought to be - two topics FE loves to explore. I’ve therefore compiled a few of the most notable examples of this trope across the series to talk about in more detail, because if one is willing to be liberal with subtext there’s surprisingly quite a few to pick from.

(And yeah, this is also in part because I like hot rich men who take orders, and this series already has plenty of gay or otherwise ambiguously non-straight mages, thieves, archers, and their ilk without my help.)

The Sad Gay Knight: Quan/Finn

This one I’ve talked about before in a fair amount of depth, from my hopes for how a Genealogy remake will treat Finn to speculation on just what Quan got out of this relationship besides a devoted retainer and (we may assume) a nice piece of ass. The summary here is that Finn’s love for Quan supersedes anything he’s shown to feel for any of the various women he can hook up with and quite frankly astonishes in its ramifications for the future of Leonster and Thracia as a whole. It’s poignant, adulterous (but Ethlyn’s probably ok with it?), and messy as all hell once you factor in whatever’s up with Glade and whatever Lachesis wasn’t feeling about the whole situation. It is also, naturally, very sad; Finn loses his lord when he’s only around eighteen, and with their kingdom collapsing around him and the entire continent consumed by war he dedicates the next twenty years of his life to raising Quan’s son to be the king Quan himself had wanted to be. And for all his labor he apparently derives no lasting satisfaction, spending his epilogue wandering around the Yied desert and at last returning only to (possibly) pen the history he’s helped to make.

Finn is the embodiment of knighthood loyal unto and beyond death, and that paired with all the romantic and erotic subtext surrounding the two of them - Finn as Quan’s treasured favorite, his catatonia after Yied, the obsessive polishing of the brave lance that Quan gave to him, his inability to satisfy women in some vague way - makes them the defining example of this trope in Fire Emblem. I look forward to seeing how remakes will handle them; Finn’s presentation in Heroes is definitely cause for hope there. As for the issue of yet another story in media of gay men beset by tragedy and death, I did draw up a long headcanon on the technically crack pairing of Diarmuid/Tristan that specifically plays into the lord and knight trope while also allowing Finn a chance to pass his experiences on to a later, happier generation. IS is free to take notes, just saying.

Pretty Blond Twinks and the Men Who Love Them: Perceval/Elffin and their lasting influence

Moving on from Jugdral, I’ve got to say that I’ve really been sleeping on the original gay Elibean duo. Before Raven and Lucius (but chronologically after, because these games are out of order) there was another feminine young man with long blond hair beloved of a severe-looking warrior. Binding Blade gives us the bard Elffin, who in another life was Etruria’s Prince Mildain and Perceval’s liege. The Knight General takes Mildain’s alleged accidental death about as well as Finn takes the death of his lord and lady; he turns grim and humorless, and without a dying dream to guide him he follows the command of the corrupt revolutionary faction of Etruria with little protest. It takes learning that Mildain is alive and in Roy’s army for Perceval to drop the halfhearted Camus routine and switch sides, and the strength of his fealty not to his nation or even to his king but to the prince he’d thought dead is absolutely touching in the moment not to mention incredibly useful since the guy is one of FE6′s best units.

Binding Blade doesn’t give anyone but Roy and his harem paired endings, but there’s still a fair bit to be gleaned from their support lines, both what is in them and what isn’t. Perceval and Elffin each have supports with women, but nothing remotely romantic - Perceval’s support with Larum is particularly amusing since he clarifies that her, ahem, dancing does nothing for him. Also worth noting is that neither of them can support with Clarine, even though one would think they’d make fine romantic choices for her given their statuses and physical resemblances to her beloved brother. Their own support line is quietly intimate. Elffin has changed since his near-death experience, and Perceval is still struggling to accept that their relationship can’t be as it was, that in fact for the time being they can’t now be a knight and his prince. Perceval also frets over Elffin’s refusal to see his father the king, and he later extracts a promise from Elffin to come home to Etruria after he’s done traveling the world as a bard, in one of the series’s several instances of writing what sounds like a marriage proposal in ambiguous terms. Per Elffin’s ending, he’s only gone for a few months after the war, so their promised reunion isn’t long delayed. I’m interested to see what a remake would add to their relationship, because as it stands Perceval/Elffin has an established romance arc that deserves a paired ending or at the very least more suggestive epilogues.

Further compounding their underrated signficance, it’s not too difficult to trace a line from Perceval/Elffin to a number of other M/M pairings in the two later GBA games and in Tellius that present some variation on this theme:

As mentioned above, Raven/Lucius is physically similar and performs a nearly identical gameplay function, with the pretty blond waif again responsible for recruiting his surly but protective boyfriend from the ranks of the enemy.

Gerik/Joshua meanwhile borrows the character of the end of their support line and turns it into a genuine paired ending, with a prince incognito recruiting a swordsman to come work for him. They being who they are however, it’s all handled a bit rougher, with Gerik being impressed by Joshua’s “swagger.” Take that as you will.

Ike/Soren may be the defining seme/uke dynamic in Tellius’s overflowing fount of queer subtext, but Tibarn/Reyson smashes that trope together with this one and FE’s power couple unit archetype plus a dash of whatever the avian equivalent of furries is for wholly unique results. Although both of them are technically royalty, only Reyson is a prince by heredity whereas Tibarn presumably became king of Phoenicis by beating the crap out of any rival contenders as most laguz prefer to do. One can therefore read shades of a courtly relationship in Tibarn’s decision to zealously take up the cause of justice for the Serenes massacre in Reyson’s place. Combine this with Reyson’s characteristic edge that even Tibarn is forced to rein in at times and their relationship comes off as surprisingly more egalitarian than the sum of its parts. Oh yeah, and blond waif dancer + premade OP unit with ludicrous physical stats and movement again.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the conflict of the Tellius games Zelgius -> Sephiran explores what would happen if a gay Camus archetype chose instead to dedicate himself to an antagonistic lord. Sure, you can still recruit Sephiran via a convoluted and unintuitive process, but Zelgius is doomed no matter what.

They Can Say It, But They Can’t Do It: Awakening and Fates

Ugh. If I must....

I’ve made no secret of my ambivalence toward FE13 dragging the series into open acknowledgement that same-sex attraction is a thing that exists, handled as it was with a lot of explicit homoerotic denial and an assortment of cheap gay panic jokes and...whatever the hell Victor and Vincent are supposed to be. Chrom/Frederick, hot though it may potentially be in fanon, is one of those jokes, making a parody out of a knight enamored of his lord and leaving it to mean absolutely nothing since Awakening’s relationship endgame is invariably S supports for time traveling eugenics babies. FE has taken cracks at the overly dedicated knight before - see just about everything involving Kieran from Tellius, up to and including his overzealous devotion to his superior officer - but Awakening plumbs the depths of Frederick expecting Chrom’s nude image to raise the army’s morale. Just..what do you even say to that, apart from the awkward sputtering that comprises most of their support line?

FE14, for all its stumbling steps toward something less completely offensive, fares little better in this particular regard. Leo/Niles is a deeply troubled albeit thought-provoking callback to the subtextual lord/knight relationship, one where it’s hard to imagine them finding a healthy way to navigate the power differential. Then there’s Ryoma/Saizo. It’s nothing special in localization, but the never-localized festival DLC involves Saizo’s ardent desire to warm Ryoma’s clothing in his cleavage. That sounds like absolutely normal behavior for a servant and not a rehash of Frederick’s shenanigans, uh huh. Fates may indeed be said to be slightly better about playing palpable homoerotic tension for drama rather than comedy...but only slightly.

Paving the Way for an OT3: The Deliverance

This is, incidentally, yet another reason to appreciate Echoes for doing so much to redeem the 3DS games in the realm of (male) queer content. Yes, there’s a large and unaddressed divide between the openly gay and very modern Leon and the heavily subtextual faux-historical queerness of the Deliverance, but taken independently the two presentations work for what they’re each separately aiming to be. Among Clive’s gay entourage are not one but two men who’d dearly love to be the knight to his lord, and Forsyth’s strong desire to put Clive on a pedestal evokes the earlier spoofs of this kind of relationship precisely because Forsyth is that kind of vassal, the kind that would read Ribald Tales of the Faith War and cry like a heavily erect virgin bottom getting his first taste of dick at the brief interludes of tender manly love between Quan and Finn. He’s played for comedy just as much as Kieran or Frederick are, and yet Echoes comes across as less down on the concept as a whole for several reasons, being that

1) Python’s snark over Forsyth’s attraction to both Clive and Lukas is genuinely funny, much more so than when it’s the object of these affections quietly groaning his way through them,

2) Lukas is also there, and his desire to be Clive’s beloved knight is not played for comedy at all but is allowed to be unrealistic and unsatisfying because Clive will never get it,

3) everyone wants to screw Clive for some reason, not just his subordinates but also his sister and the estranged BFF who dies in his arms...and the guy is shown to be unworthy of all of them, and

4) all the characters involved are allowed other avenues for romantic attraction outside of a lord who’s just not that into them. Forsyth has Python, Lukas has both of them as friends and possibly more later, Clair has Gray (...at least he’s not her brother?), and Fernand has a bad rebound that goes to hell in the manner of Zelgius and Sephiran but at least ends with him getting to reconcile with his former friend before he dies.

The setup for the Deliverance’s overarching queerness is a bit strange as it rests on all these characters somehow finding Clive attractive, but nonetheless it makes for an unexpected and refreshing critique of the lord and knight trope, given a situation where the lord just isn’t that into it and in fact doesn’t seem to realize that he can be into it. It’s a good reminder that this isn’t a particularly good dynamic for a stable and lasting relationship, and that as hot as it can be it takes more than impassioned one-way devotion to make it work in the long term.

The good news if you’re into this kind of relationship like I am is that it’s a trope with some life in it yet. Echoes came at it strong, and prerelease information on Three Houses suggests a few possibilities for this dynamic in that game. I’m especially keeping my eye on Dimitri and Dedue, whose relationship appears to contain echoes of the original duo of Quan and Finn. I highly doubt there will be anything on the level of S supports acknowledging this type of attraction, but I’ll settle for some suggestive A supports.

#Fire Emblem

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legionofpotatoes · 4 years

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Okay then, since both of y’all are just delving in I’ll try to keep things (relatively) spoiler-free and stick to story sense and semiotics! Few caveats:

Have not had prior experience with Kojima’s body of work and if that’s a prerequisite in how I “should feel” about it then yike on a bike (just getting this out of the way based on what I’ve had talked at me)

My read excludes the entire context of moment-to-moment gameplay; I basically watched chronological story cutscenes stitched together with NPC interaction vignettes sprinkled in-between. 9 or so hours in total.

I did this because the gameplay does not interest me at all - and not in protest of chill social games (I adore both No Man’s Sky and thatgamecompany stuff, for example, and try to champion anything without Gun in it), but because the setting and length did not align with my expectations for something to invest so much time into. Still, I was super intrigued by the story, and, to a lesser extent, the plot.

also I have a hard time writing in condensed English, so this may run quite long. I’ll put the rest under a break. Second language, sorry!

I’m trying to think of a good way to start this. Like I said, the story, or what the thing was ABOUT, was infinitely more interesting to me than whatever wacko packaging Kojima thought up for the narrative. Which was a complicated, thought-out piece of fiction shattered into many disparate pieces and fed to us in a mystery-box-filmmaker kind of way, making us reverse-engineer what essentially was a rather simple interpersonal uhh. family tragedy, I guess.

But to its credit the lore is visibly built solely to support whatever thematic messaging Kojima would want to weave in there - something I can respect. Meaning it gets as wacky and as nonsensical as it needs to be in order to reflect the high-concept allegories at play, aaand then it does so to a fault. I adore works of fiction that don’t give a shit about “tone” - I hate that word more than anything in modern media - but effective symbolism in storytelling, IN MY OPINION, requires a deft hand, nuance, strong authorial position, and a good grasp of social context.

I want to like, go through these four points individually and nitpick my problems with the game in their lens, because I think they cover pretty much everything I feel like saying:

1. A deft hand - to me means to selectively dramatize correct themes and plot points as you go so that shit makes sense in the end. I felt this was incredibly lacking here. It was like a symphony going for hours without a crescendo. The absolute wrong bits of soulless exposition would be reiterated THRICE within a single cutscene while necessary context of, hell, character motives or even plot geography would be left vague. Intentionally vague, some would argue, but their later function would never arrive. Other times, what would visibly be conceived as wink-and-you’ll-miss-it foreshadowing could overstay its welcome to the point of inadvertently spoiling a later plot point. My girlfriend sniped the (arguably) most important reveal of the game, which is left for the tail end of the final epilogue (!), in the first hours of watching. The symbolics and allusions were just too plentiful where they should have been more subdued. I am DYING to provide examples here but I’m keeping it spoiler-free. Again, if this is a Kojima-ism, too bad; but it’s not a catastrophic failure of storytelling by any means. There are very few masters of this thing working today. But what can be easier to navigate, I think, is...

2. Nuance - this kinda goes hand-in-hand with the upper point but is a bit more important to me and applies to what SPECIFICALLY you decide to heighten in order to slap us across the face with your deeper meanings. Certain characters - not all of them - feel like caricatures. The silly names and overt metaphors (wearing a mask means hiding something! connected cities all have ‘knot’ in their name!) are honestly, genuinely FINE as long as their function isn’t betrayed, but the lean into metaphor worship can sometimes wade into SERIOUSLY shitty territory as contemporary implications are ignored altogether, and that ties into my fourth point, which I’ll address before looping back to the third; needless to say, approaching sensitive subjects with broad strokes is not exactly the way to go. But broad strokes is almost exclusively what this game does, forgetting to incorporate...

3. Social context - and I feel like avoiding examples here will be difficult lest I end up sounding like a dogmatic asshole; but there is a right thing and a wrong thing to do when co-opting IRL concepts to fit fictional messaging/storytelling. I feel that a character “curing” themselves of a phobia by experiencing emotional growth that vaguely corresponds to what the disorder could have symbolized is a wrong thing. And I don’t even want to get into all the wacky revisionism the lore ended up twisting into, which was mostly honestly entertaining (the ammonite will be a good hint to those who’ve played it), until it decided to, again, lean a bit too hard into painting today’s reality as a crisis of human connection and imply some questionable things about why, uh, asexual people exist, for example. Yes it makes some sense within the context of the lore and what’s happening in the plot, but it’s completely lacking in social know-how of the here and now. In other words: a Bad Look. To me, this type of wayward ignorance is a much more serious issue that can historically snowball any piece of writing into a witless disaster. I don’t know if it quite does it here, but it’s not really my place to say. Still, you can have wacky worldbuilding that has no sense of dramatic tension, nuance, or awareness towards the audience, and yet containing one last vital glue holding it all together, and that would be...

4. Strong authorial position - or intent I guess, to speak in literary terms - and I still have trouble pinpointing how and where this exists in this game. A bullshit stance you say, and I hear ya; cause this here is a video game very pronounced in its pro-human-connection messaging, painting the opposite outcome as an apocalyptic end to our species. And as I understand the gameplay is all about connections too - leaning into that theme so hard it even renders itself unapproachable to most capital-g Gamers. I honestly respect the balls of that. But really, as an author who headlined the creation of this thing, what was it really about? What were you trying to say?

And beyond “human connection is real important to beat apathy” I got nothing, and I think that’s because of points 1 and 2 failing in succession, and then point 3 souring the taste. It just had to be apparent the moment the curtain fell, is what I find. You just have to “get” it immediately, get what it was trying to say, but that will happen only if it’s been articulated incredibly well up to that point. Maybe the entire punch of that message REALLY depends on you spending dozens of hours ruminating on the crushing cost of loneliness as you haul cargo across countries on foot and connect people to your weird not-internet? If so, I’ve missed a vital piece of context, and with this being a videogame and all, it’s honestly a fair assumption. But otherwise.. it felt like a hell of a lot of twisting and turning and plot affectations that only led to more plot affectations and sometimes character growth (which had its own bag of issues from point 3) and not a hell of a lot to say about human connection beyond the fact that it is. good and useful. It felt like a repeated statement instead of being an argument. Does that make sense? I understand the story optics here are zoomed waay out and set on targeting the human condition as a whole, but like.. if you’re committing to a message, you have to stand by it.

Why is connection good? it’s a dumb question without a DOUBT but since the game has set out to answer it then it.. should? Did I miss the answer? I may have, I honestly can’t exclude the possibility. My lens was warped and my framework of consuming storytelling is a bit rigid in its requirements (the four points I mentioned), so maybe I’m just too grouchy and old to understand.

I just think Pacific Rim did it better and took about 7 hours less to do it! And yet, it, too, involved Guillermo Del Toro. Curious.

If you made it this far and are interested in my thoughts on the technical execution of it all as well, uhm, it’s pretty much spotless? Decima is utilized beautifully, the Hideo vanity squad of celebrities all do their very best with the often clunky dialogue, the music is great, the aesthetic and visual design is immediately arresting, and it certainly does an all-around great job at standing out from the rest of the flock. I fell in love with the BB a little bit. It is also a game that is incredibly horny for Mads Mikkelsen, which almost fully supplants the expected real estate for run-of-the-mill male gaze bullshit. It is. A change.

That’s all I got folks

#death stranding spoilers #reference

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sseanight · 5 years

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Min Yoongi Fics Recommendation

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[ ❥ ] = Favorite

Kim Namjoon — Kim Seokjin — Jung Hoseok — Park Jimin — Kim Taehyung — Jeon Jungkook

You meet the mysterious Yoongi at a house party and no matter how uninterested you tell yourself that you are, you can’t say no to him. Can you end up changing his playboy ways, or will you just end up getting hurt?

Yoongi can’t remember the last time he was able to successfully bring himself to the point of orgasm, then Namjoon gives him a business card advertising ‘Healing Hands’, and that’s where he meets you; pretty and innocent looking, who gets paid to provide hand jobs for a living.

Min Yoongi is forbidden territory. And although you both know better, the two of you just can’t seem to stay apart.

♠ Punch Drunk; boxer! au, smut, angst Min Yoongi talks with his fists, and the only language he knows is one of anger and pain. He’s damaged, untouchable, a boxing underdog with something to prove. You are the sister of Yoongi’s rival - Jeon Jungkook, the number one elite boxer in your prefecture - and as Yoongi soon discovers, you are also his one and only weakness.

[ ❥ ] Playing with Fire; smut, angst, romance part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 finale After breaking up with you, you decide the only way to get back at your -now ex-boyfriend and avoid public humiliation is by making a deal with resident bad boy Min Yoongi: you’ll give him money as long as he pretends to be your new boy.

[ ❥ ] Ink; tattoo artist! au, fluff, angst He’s a tattoo artist, and you’re a student who is working towards getting into your favourite universities. Two very different people, and two parents who think Min Yoongi is nothing more than a bad influence. How will you ever make it work?

♠ Forget Me Not; idol! au, fluff, angst You and Yoongi are in a private relationship. So private, that Yoongi has to deny it. What happens when you can’t take the denying of such strong feelings any more?

♠ I’ll Protect You; angst You and Yoongi were the most unlikely of pairs, which was why you decided to keep your relationship on the down-low for now. Whilst Yoongi and you basically ignore each other during school hours, Yoongi is left in the dark about the struggles you’ve been dealing with whilst he is pretending not to know you.

♠ Too Late to Apologize; angst You were dating for three years and what you wanted most was being able to take care of him. But Yoongi was too busy with his job to realized that he was losing you.

♠ Let You Go; angst part 1 | part 2 finale Having a boyfriend who cares is every girl’s dream. But is it still every girl’s dream when he doesn’t care about you as much as he cares about his friend that he was in love with? No, not really. It was more like a nightmare.

♠ Leaving Her Behind; angst part 1 | part 2 finale He would do nothing but push you away. He would push you away everytime you were too close. He would shut you out everytime you thought that he had opened up for you. He never trusted you enough to let you know him. He didn’t let you know his problems, even if you knew that something was bothering him. Even if you had been together for years and you’ve been beside him through it all, he never saw you as someone he could tell his secrets or his problems to. It was never you, it was always someone else.

♠ Dead Leaves; angst, romance You wants to give up the relationship because you aren’t sure of it anymore so Yoongi does his best to salvage your relation.

♠ In Heaven; angst, romance Can Yoongi turn back the time?

[ ❥ ] Two Faced Lovers; angst, drama part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 finale He leaves her and she starts sleeping around to fill the void.

♠ Heartstrings; angst, drama part 1 | part 2 finale You want to be together but Yoongi thinks he’s not enough.

♠ Remains of April; angst, drama You get into an accident that causes you to forget everything from the past few years and still believe that you and Yoongi are dating but he doesn’t remind you about the break up because he thinks this is his chance to start over.

♠ Safe Haven; angst, drama You came from an abusive relationship and one day you and Yoongi are fighting badly.

[ ❥ ] Somebody Else; angst part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | epilogue Your husband found solace in somebody else’s arms.

[ ❥ ] Heart Haunting; angst, romance You’re in love with Min Yoongi. You are sure of this. So why does your past lover still haunt your memories?

[ ❥ ] Destruction of a Muse; underground rapper!au, angst, smut part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 finale You’re in your last year of uni doing literature and lose your motivation, and it’s not till you meet a talented musician you get your ambition back.

[ ❥ ] To be Without; angst part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 finale Funny how the world can shift in an instant. How you approached your bedroom with excitement only to walk away with a life forever changed.

♠ Self-Control; ceo!au, smut part 1 | part 2 | part 3 It’s harder than Yoongi thought when you keep confront him.

[ ❥ ] When War Runs Deep (ft. Jungkook); angst, implied smut, vampire/war!au prologue | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 Min Yoongi knew that the General’s daughter, engaged to Lieutenant Jeon Jungkook, was the one human being he shouldn’t target. His single role during the war was to kill the enemy, and protect the homeland. But what’s forbidden always is the most enticing.

♠ Studio Cuddle; fluff, idol!au Tired from work, you went straight to Genius Lab in the hopes of being able to cuddle with Yoongi. You did not hesitate to press the passcode of his studio, knowing he might get pissed off for interrupting him from his work.

♠ Matched; fluff, idol!au When you tried to offer Yoongi a small present, the anticipated disinterest or rejection to your offer was downplayed by his unexpected proposition.

[ ❥ ] Workaholic; smut Yoongi needs to relax and Hoseok has many tricks up his sleeve to make him. None of them Yoongi thought included hiring a hooker to pay him a visit one stormy night. You were only trying to escape a crazed man chasing you down on a stormy night. Never was your intention to end up in an attractive man’s house. Definitely not one who thought you were a hooker.

♠ Small; angst part 1 | part 2 | part 3 finale He suddenly realized the consequences of his words. His girlfriend must have felt so insecure, so belittled. How could he make his own girlfriend feel like that? She should feel protected, safe when he’s around. Not insecure, and not belittled or small. He was supposed to build her up, like she built him up, but instead he was tearing her down.

♠ Sated (ft. BTS); heavy smut Sin. There’s nothing more.

♠ Moan Wars (ft. Jungkook); smut, a little fluff After being forced to listen to Yoongi and his girlfriend fucking loudly in the room next to his, Jungkook decides that two can play that game.

♠ Doesn’t Define You; fluff In which you fail an exam you worked so hard for and he comforts you.

♠ Hello Paradise, My Name is; greek myth!au, slight angst, smut Buried in the Earth where seasons did not exist, where all prosperous life perished, and Helios’s blinding light could not touch; you slept soundly in the arms of darkness.

♠ Mint; greek myth!au, smut You find yourself back in Hades when Spring turns to Fall, but this time you’re less than thrilled to see your husband after learning of his ex-lover, Minthe.

♠ Aidoneus, My Love; greek myth!au, smut Yoongi believes the mortal, Adonis, has stolen your heart, but he will never share his love with anyone else for as long as he is king of the underworld.

♠ I Don’t Wanna Love You; fluff, angst, smut part 1 | part 2 | part 3 finale Just because he had fallen out of love with you, didn’t mean you had with him.

♠ Gone; angst, fluff part 1 | part 2 | part 3 finale You were young & foolish, he was not.

♠ The End; angst Life is a whole plot twist.

♠ Where Does Your Heart Lie; angst part 1 | part 2 finale Where did his heart lie?

♠ Inevitable End; angst part 1 | part 2 finale Was the foundation of the relationship that weak? After all, he felt that it was a hopeless house of cards.

♠ Service; smut “I can’t believe you brought me here.”

♠ Sex Tape; smut When Yoongi came home with Namjoon holding a camera, you knew he wasn’t joking at all.

♠ Gift for You; fluff, angst Yoongi has many sides to him which is what attracted you to him in the first place. He’s been doing a good job as a boyfriend these past few years until on your birthday he doesn’t give you the usual attention you’re used to.

♠ Love or Love; angst part 1 | part 2 finale Yoongi is the love of your life. You thought he felt the same until he pushed you away before you could tell him surprising news that you were pregnant.

[ ❥ ] Like Father, Like Son; parent!au, fluff You let Yoongi take your son to the recording studio to spend time together but when they stay there past his bed time you decide to see what’s take them so long.

♠ Little Angel; angst For the first time in your life you felt hatred toward him. He was the reason why you were lying here.

♠ Unkept Promises; angst “Have you ever, even for a day, even for a moment.. loved me?”

♠ Too Little Too Late; angst “I don’t think I can do this anymore, Yoongi..”

[ ❥ ] Why Am I Not Being Praised Like Them; fluff The title says it all.

♠ Burning Paradise; ceo!au, angst, smut Loving Yoongi was chaos - unpredictable with reason, excruciating with misses and hits from the both of you. But the flames that warms you in the love he provides is your home and no matter how many times you run away, you know you’ll always choose to be with him, burning and aflame, breathing and fully alive.

♠ Fight; dad!au, fluff Yoongi gets into a really idiotic fight with his rebellious teenage daughter due to him being a slightly overprotective father.

♠ The Failed Track (ft. Jung Hoseok); smut As you moan louder the door swings open and Hoseok stands in the door.

[ ❥ ] 3:27 AM; smut, fluff Yoongi wakes up in the middle of the night to your phone ringing like crazy so he checks it and sees it’s your ex. So he answers the phone only to prove that you’re taken.

♠ Everything to Him; drama, romance Your ex wants you back and Yoongi doesn’t know about it.

♠ Milk; hybrid!au, fluff, smut part 1 When trying to deal with your hybrid’s sudden obssesion with milk, you would have never guessed that things would turn out so differently.

♠ The Bonnie to My Clyde; bonnie and clyde!au He saw the darkness in her beauty. She saw the beauty in his darkness.

♠ 3 AM; angst It’s 3 AM and you are crying – great big sobs that shake your entire body as you hold the phone close to your ear to hear his drunken voicemail again and again.

♠ Dream; angst, fluff You had picture the exciting reactions that you would get from him when you tell him that you’re pregnant. But you soon realize that you shouldn’t have get your expectations high because you would only have it crashed down in front of you.

♠ Mirage; angst, fluff “Choose. Is it me or her?”

♠ Ants; fluff, angst Get you a man who makes you feel bigger than the world itself.

♠ Money Shot; porn star!au, smut “Don’t look so put off. Min Yoongi’s indisputably one of the best in the industry. He’s extremely professional and experienced-and handsome to boot. You’ll be in the very best hands. He rarely works with newbies, so consider yourself special.”

♠ Overwork; angst, fluff You tried to help min yoongi take a break from work.

♠ Forgotten; angst, fluff You forgot your anniversary dinner, and yoongi is furious.

♠ Enigma; mafia!au, angst, romance part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 finale After the death of your father leaves you in a lot of a debt to Bangtan - Seoul’s most nefarious crime syndicate - you are offered a way out: marry Min Yoongi - Bangtan’s most elusive member- and produce him an heir and your father’s debt will be forgotten. Without a choice, you are soon tied to a man who you are absolutely terrified of. But you cannot ignore the part of you that is thrilled by Yoongi. And what scares you the most isn’t the blood on his hands, or the gun he always carries in his pocket. It’s the things he’s capable of doing to your heart.

[ ❥ ] 2.1 Out of 5.0; nose dive black mirror!au, angst, smut part 1 You were a 4.9 and he was a 2.1, and that fact alone should have made you realize that the two of you were never meant to be. But as the saying goes, “the heart wants what it wants”.

♠ A Mess (ft. Jeon Jungkook); smut, fluff Maybe it was a good thing you lost that bet to Yoongi. The punishment was cruel, but it lead you to a threesome with him and your crush so… yay for that.

♠ Suddenly, It Was Love (ft. Kim Namjoon); angst + sequel The saying that love is an unexpected visitor was right. you never intentioned of falling in love with the best friend of your boyfriend.

[ ❥ ] Tied Together; divorce lawyer!au, angst, fluff part 1 | part 2 finale The last thing you needed when you had a demanding daughter and job was a divorce made difficult by your husband. Luckily for you, Min Yoongi—Seoul’s top divorce lawyer—stepped in to save the day. Well, more or less.

♠ Weary Night; fluff “You know, I never thought that tonight was going to be like this.”

[ ❥ ] Heartbeat (ft. Jeon Jungkook); angst, smut part 1 | part 2 finale You fell in love with a boy who was in love with music, and you weren’t sure if he was capable of loving you the same way. This thought should’ve caused you to move away from him; but, if anything, it just drew you closer.

[ ❥ ] Before I Ever Met You; angst, smut You are no fool to the ways of life. You might be the love of Yoongi’s life now, but there is his whole past—before he met you—to account for. The number of people that traversed in and out of his life carried a significance, and you want to know who they are.

[ ❥ ] Cut Me Open; surgeon!au, fluff, angst preview | part 1 | part 2 finale This job makes great minds. Literally. Each patient that walks through the doors of the hospital into the Neurosurgery ward need to leave with the best service and help the country can offer. But a 300k salary, 1400 hospital workers, and 14-hour work day can’t make a marriage work.

#bts #suga #bts suga #yoongi #min yoongi #bts angst #bts fluff #bts smut #smut #bts x reader

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silverwhisp · 5 years

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I’ve Completed KH3 And I Have Thoughts.

I have finished KH3 short of the side stuff like the ultima weapon, classic kingdom, gummi ship stuff, battle portals and the cooking. I have some thoughts. First off, I loved this game allot. I only have a couple of complaints gameplay wise and three story wise but all in all, I loved every minute of this game. For those who don’t want to read everything I’d give the game a solid 8.5/10. It was amazing but a few small flaws and the three story issues I had made me bring the score down. First I will discuss the issues cause I feel that’s what one should do when critiquing art. I will offer solutions where I can.

I will discuss my gameplay complaints first.

The manual lock on is ass while the auto lock on is decent. I almost never used the manual lock on due to the fact it can just drag the camera where ever it wanted. Especially if enemies start flying. This is largely due to how often you spend in the air while in combat. The auto lock is good though and doesn’t seem to change targets unless you make it or bump into another enemy. The manual lock is good for human sized bosses though. Short of making the camera tighter this may not be able to be fixed.

The game is to damn easy. I had this issue in BBS and DDD after I got to level 30 and beyond. The game becomes easy even on proud. This is largely due to bad enemy health scaling. They still can hit damn hard and enemies like the Ice Dragon still are dangerous. But since the enemy’s health and defense don’t scale up better the game becomes real easy after level 40. I don’t doubt they will patch in a critical mode which may be a better way to play this game. Just better enemy scaling would fix this problem.

That’s all my gameplay complaints now for story ones. SPOILERS will be discussed so leave while you can.

The game has bad pacing in the Disney worlds. Some like Olympus, Toy Box, San Fransokyo and Kingdom Of Corona have great pacing while Monstropolis is meh and ones like Pirates and Arendelle were just awful. Why are you cheering for Anna and Elsa Sora? You didn’t do anything you turd. This could have been fixed if they added intervals in between all the worlds to reset the pacing and if they just followed the movies from start to finish in their entirety instead of jumping around.

Twilight Town is more of a bus stop then a world. They should have made it bigger and included old areas to explore. Even an expanded sewer system would have been fun. No story reason needed it just exists. Oh well.

These next issues ARE MAJOR SPOILERS so leave now if you don’t want to be spoiled.

What the fuck is Nomura’s issue with writing a good arc for Kairi? I mean they set her up to be training to become a bad ass and we don’t get to see either the training or a decent fight scene. We fight with her once, she gets kidnapped, and then fucking dies!? I’m starting to think Nomura doesn’t know how to write female characters. That may be one of the reasons they dropped him from FF Versus XIII since females had big roles in the story. He fucked Kairi over and made her the least likable and cared about character in the fucking finale of this Saga to me. What the hell? This alone may actually get me to start my own series on something I’ve been thinking about for awhile. Jesus. The death isn’t the issue its that there was no build up for her.

The last story complaint is a small one. I saw Sora’s “death” coming since death seemed to be a theme in allot of the world’s we went to. Flynn, Anna, Jack, and Tadashi were or are dead at some point. Even Young Xehanort hinted at it when he said, “There is a high price to pay for wielding such power recklessly (...) There is no saving you.” The issues I have with the “death” of Sora is that it means nothing. Nomura said he will be the protagonist for the foreseeable future. If he didn’t say that then the death would be okay. The main complaint about this is the final scene on Destiny Islands where everyone sees Kairi and Sora but Sora just gets Thanos’d. That shouldn’t have been in there. There are two scenarios that would work way better than that one in my eyes.

One: Everyone is just looking out to the sea and the music goes quiet. All you can hear is the sounds of the waves and it zooms to Riku and he just smiles.

Two: Same thing but Kairi comes from the ocean in tears and Riku helps her up. They all look at her and she shakes her head. Everyone gets solemn until Riku chuckles. He smiles and says, “That knuckle head always getting into trouble. He’ll be back. Even if I have to drag him home.”

Maybe its stupid but if you removed the scene where Sora turns into smoke or whatever, the ending would have allot more impact.

Those are all my complaints for the game. Like I said solid overall but with a few issues that could easily be fixed.

Now for the stuff I loved about the game. Gameplay Is First

All the worlds were so much damn fun to explore. I easily spent and extra couple hours in each just looking around for chests, emblems, Easter eggs, and ingredients. Even Pirates was fun and I was worried it’d be gimmicky due to the ship mechanic but nope it was so much fun. The only one that was less fun was Monstropolis but since it takes place in a factory its okay. It seemed more into hidden paths than open places which is fine.

I haven’t had that much fun with a combat system since playing as Vergil In Devil May Cry 4 Special edition and that’s saying something. His combat was so smooth and easy to experiment with I didn’t think it could be beat but KH3′s comes close with transformations and grand magic. The attractions are a bonus though I didn’t use them allot. There wasn’t a need at later levels.

Thank god for combo cancelling with dodges and slides. Against the Gigas, which are the only enemies that pose a threat now, its a god send.

Flowmotion is fun to use and not over powered like in DDD. No more spamming air slam at early levels.

The party members all feel useful. Not many died in combat and seemed smart enough to back off when they’re in danger. Donald also heals based on need versus what he did before. Like if I was out of magic and potions he would heal me over goofy even if we had similar amounts of health.

There wasn’t a single boss I didn’t like short of Dark Baymax since it felt so slow. Skoll is now my favorite heartless design finally surpassing the Wyvern from Kingdom Hearts 1.

That’s all for gameplay since I could go on and on.

Now for story stuff. SPOILERS INCOMING! All the original story stuff for the KH characters was amazing. Anti-Aqua’s theme was so heartbreaking and beautiful and what she said as we fought made me feel like shit even though it was Mickey’s fault for leaving her there. Vanitas’ voice is god like and his scenes are so good. Him calling Ventus and Sora a brother to him makes sense yet unsettled me with the tone he used. ALL OF THE TRIO’S BEING REUNITED!!! I cried when Xion, Roxas and Axel hugged and cried. I was so happy they got to be together. Aqua’s reunion with Terra and Ven was also beautiful. Xehanort’s story beats were great and the man they got to replace the late Leonard Nimoy is amazing. Sounds more sickly and dying like he should at this point. The twist where Terranort wrecks everyone before we go back into time was a fucking shock and amazing. THEN LINGERING WILL SHOWING UP! The voice for Lingering will was amazing. DONALD’S ZETAFLARE HOLY SHIT! All the foreshadowing of Sora’s “Death” or “Disappearance.” Death was talked about allot and Young Xehanort even said Sora couldn’t be saved since Sora uses the power of waking so recklessly. All the Disney characters who met organization members being sick of their shit before they even talk. Woody especially. “I bet you’ve never been loved.” and “That makes you more hollow than any toy.” My son I am so proud. All the instagram style posts were so cute. The epilogue was mind blowing. I knew that sarcastic sniper knew way more than he let on but him being Luxu was a fucking shock. Amazing. And the secret ending seems to be hinting that Sora’s been given a second chance in the form of The Reaper game from TWEWY. Either its going to be DLC which Nomura said if he did decide to do he’d do free stuff and/or one big dlc that adds to the experience in a big way or the next game opens with The Reaper Game. Riku being in Verum Rex is interesting to me. Maybe he realizes Sora isn’t in the realm of light and after talking with Goofy and Donald he learns of Verum Rex and how Sora was tossed in so he goes looking for him there. And finally the Master of Masters looking at the moon and forming a heart with his hands. Is he looking for a new plain of existence for everyone to live on but before he can move people there it needs a new Kingdom Hearts? And is that what’s in the box? I’m excited to see. All in all I love the game and would recommend it to people who want a good JRPG.

8.5/10

#kingdom hearts #kingdom hearts 3 #kingdom hearts 3 spoilers #kh3 spoilers #KH3 #kh

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zaver · 5 years

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Kingdom Hearts 3 thoughts.

Beat it last night so I’ve been stewing on some thoughts. Some of which are spoilers. Ones that might make some people mad but here we go.

1. Game feels great. Like I find combat fun for a game that primary mode of attacking being pressing X. Plus I like having weapons that change.

2. But the game is also the easiest of all of them. I played on proud mode and died less than I did doing KH2 in proud. Mostly comes down to all the attraction mode stuff as well as transformations.

3. Worlds are huge and long, but they’re some of the best in the Series. Like most take 3 hours with the exception of 2 of them. And being honest by hour 2 I was kinda ready to leave a world. But they have a bunch of little things in them and there’s reasons to come back.

4. Of the 2 shorter worlds (not count Pooh), Pirates is short, but has a lot of side content that makes it almost another game. Big Hero 6 was the best length, but in comparison to the others it felt like it didn’t get enough attention.

5. Getting into more negative stuff, mostly about useless characters. Pete and Maleficent solely exist to tease the box. But even then the box isn’t shown until the epilogue. So they’re just there to be there, which means they’re even more sidelined than there were in KH2 or even DDD.

6. But the true useless character is Kairi. Oh fuck Nomura, what the hell were you doing with her? Like you wanted to make her useful, but then she just jobs tremendously. And it’s a huge disappointment. Like fuck. And then you actually fridge her because...? Like I’m not usually the type to complain about characters that just are there for another character’s development. But fuck acting like she was going to do something then not.

7. The ending gauntlet with the Organization members felt weird. Like the point is that you have to fight the 13 darknesses, but it’s 5 fights with multiple characters that get interrupted when you defeat a character for a 1-3 minute cutscene. It’s weirdly paced.

8. Speaking of pacing, there’s a segment that seems really pointless in the end. Everything that starts the Final World and saving the others. Like it’s 20 minutes of filler, for people to get back to a cutscene that doesn’t play out any differently until Lingering Will shows up. That’s the change and nothing that you did in those 20 minutes felt like the cause for him to show up.

9. There’s a point during this that I like to bring up, but first this game does take things from other games and implements them pretty good. It’s obvious that Pirates having ship battles and explore-able islands was a thing due to other games this gen having them. And I can’t help that the Gigas mechs where due to a few mech games that came out.

10. But then there’s the moment that Nomura tries to do a Yoko Taro. And all I can think about is how much better this moment was in NiER: Automata is than in this game. Like this would be a cool moment if it wasn’t for the fact that someone did it a whole lot better.

11. However the story overall, is much more straightforward than any of the other Kingdom Hearts games since 1. There aren’t any real twists, except for the one in the epilogue. There’s not a lot of this person you thought was _____ was actually ______. Like the trailers are more of a twist given you don’t have the context of the game.

12. But I’m not really sure if this felt like a good conclusion to this entire arc. Like the main villain of the series, given everything that has happened is because of him, is defeated, but I do feel satisfied. This is more of a personal thing.

13. I do think that the lack of Final Fantasy characters kinda sucks. I understand the reason for Nomura for not putting them in, but I do kinda want to see the conclusion to some of those plot threads.

These are probably not all my thoughts but if I think of more, I’ll add on. Plus I do want to get the secret reports and beat the superboss.

#KH3 #KH3 Spoilers

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formerlyjannafaye · 6 years

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Hide & Seek

Hi everyone! Here is my contribution for Stories for Summer! I didn’t have time to bring my whole idea to fruition so I have decided to break it up into 3 parts and an epilogue, which will be posted as they are completed. The themes in the story will all tie together in the end. Enjoy part 1 of 4! It is truly an honor to be a part of this project!

Prompt: the party plays hide and go seek in the woods

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"I hate this game."

Dustin slapped another mosquito that had been feasting on his neck and sighed. He really shouldn't complain, he was the one to suggest it after all. It was too hot in the Byers’ house, and the humidity held a tension in the air that was stifling, oppressive even, and made everyone just lay around looking tired and strained.

So he had opened his big mouth and said, Hey guys, let’s play hide and seek! He hoped it would remind him of his childhood, when things were simpler but instead he just felt alone, sweaty and itchy. Moron.

He had so been looking forward to today – the first day the party had all been together in weeks. Even though they were fiercely dedicated to spending as much time together as possible during the summer, things came up that took them away from each other. Dustin was feeling this distance the most, having been visiting his aunt and cousins in the city for the last week, and was at science camp with Lucas the week before that.

Ugh. Science camp. Dustin didn’t even want to think about it. He loved camp, he really did, and he looked forward to it every year. Not only because it was a week-long curiosity voyage, but because he got to spend the week with Lucas – doing science experiments, geeking out over the equipment in the tech lab, and whooping the younger campers’ asses in ping pong every evening.

But this year was different. Lucas had been so weird the whole week, and had spent most of their evenings on the phone with Max when normally he would be hanging out in the lounge. Dustin had to play singles ping pong, and it just wasn’t as fun (nor was he as good alone, it seemed). Between the weird week at camp and the extra week away with family, Dustin felt more isolated from the group and desperate to connect than ever before.

And yet, here he was in the woods, alone, his friends scattered who knows where in the forest behind the Byers’ house.

Dustin slapped at another mosquito before removing his hat to wipe the sweat off his brow. Why was it so hot? The humidity was positively stifling, making his hike through the forest even more oppressive and discouraging than he could have imagined.

Where was everybody? Playing hide and seek seemed like an even stupider idea every minute. This forest was huge, and everyone had run off before he was done establishing boundaries. Mike and El were likely hiding together, and with the way those two were always looking gooey eyed at each other, did he even want to find them? They were probably hiding together and doing I don’t even wanna know what else. And Lucas was likely with Max.

Was Will alone? Will had been quieter and more withdrawn today than he had in a while. Maybe something had happened while he was away that set Will off. Did he have a panic attack again? Dustin had wanted to ask him about it, but he knew Will hated being babied more than anything else so he had kept his mouth shut. Now he was wondering if Will was having as much fun as he was in this stupid forest playing this stupid children’s game.

Oh, shit. I hope Will is okay. Man, I really am a moron.

Dustin froze as a branch snapped somewhere up ahead to his left.

“Will?” he called out, hesitantly.

He made his way closer to the bush where the sound had come from. “Will?” he asked again, feeling his heart pound, unable to stop himself from picturing how his friend had looked the last time he had a panic attack – pale, terrified, and small, so small.

He quickened his pace and broadened his strides when suddenly something flew out of the bush, causing him to stumble backwards and trip over a tree root. The mocking laugh of a crow called out above him as Dustin twisted on his way down and slammed his knees and forearms into the ground.

“Ow! Damn it!” he yelped, his heart still pounding from the adrenaline.

Too sore and hot to move, he stayed splayed out on the grass, knees and elbows stinging. Something crawled over his leg, tickling the back of his knee in the worst way. I’ve probably got poison ivy all over by now, he thought pitifully.

"This is where I die," he declared dramatically. "Alone, unseen, and unloved."

"That's a little dramatic even for you, Henderson," said a voice from somewhere. Dustin lazily turned his head to the side to spot a pair of binoculars and a camo bandana in the tree above.

Dustin rolled onto his back. "You're in the tree?! What the hell?! Lucas, how am I supposed to see you up there?"

"You're not," Lucas quipped, "that's why the game is called HIDE and seek. Hide. And seek. I hide, you seek..."

"Yeah okay I get it," Dustin cut in, wincing slightly and pushing himself up to a sitting position. "Ooh, is Max up there too? Max and Lucas sitting in a tree, k-i-s ouch!"

A small rock clocked him on the head, ending his song, before two sneakered feet dropped onto the ground beside him.

"It's just me, dumbass. Max and I don't do everything together."

"You coulda fooled me," Dustin muttered under his breath.

Lucas sighed and sat down beside Dustin, leaning his back against the tree. "Come on man. What's up?"

Dustin turned and looked away. "Nothing.”

Lucas sighed again, deeper this time. “Seriously, man, I have more rocks. Don’t make me beat it out of you – I doubt your brain could handle any more damage.”

Dustin didn’t give in to the taunt, his tone biting. “I’m fine.”

“Not even,” Lucas huffed.

“Even!” Dustin retorted.

“Not. Even.”

Lucas took Dustin’s hat off his head and slipped it onto his own, looking at Dustin smugly, his arms crossed over his chest. Something about seeing his friend looking cool, un-mosquito bitten and content pushed Dustin over the edge, as irrational as it was.

“Fine! You wanna know what’s wrong, Lucas? You wanna know what’s up?” Dustin yanked the hat off Lucas’ head and threw it at the ground in disgust. “This stupid forest! These stupid mosquitoes! That damn crow! And while we’re at it, you ditching me! Mike ditching me! Steve ditching - everyone ditching me, this whole stupid summer!”

Lucas sat in a semi-stunned silence. He opened his mouth to speak and then reconsidered, taking a deep breath first. “Dustin…”

“Whatever man, I should just get used to it. This the new normal, right? Steve will go off to college. School will start and then I'm going to be the only one getting laughed at by girls while you and Mike suck face with your girlfriends all day." Dustin deflated then, hugging his knees to his chest, still not looking at his friend.

A moment passed between them before Lucas exhaled, leaning his head back against the tree, eyes trained to the sky above them. “Look man, I’ve been waiting for you to get back since camp ended so I could tell you – so I could say…look, man, I’m sorry. What I did was not cool. I, well I blew you off and that wasn’t cool.”

Dustin let out something between a huff and a sniffle and hurriedly smashed an ungentle hand across his eyes, blinking quickly. Finally he turned to look at Lucas, his eyes slightly bleary.

“It wasn’t cool. I thought we’d have fun, you know, the two of us. But instead I just felt like a loser.”

“I’m sorry,” Lucas said again, his voice and face sincere. “I was distracted and, well, you were always surrounded by people so I thought you were fine.”

“Pfft,” Dustin scoffed. “By who, the baby nerds?”

“Yeah, that little posse of kids who surrounded you day and night.” Lucas clasped his hands together and trilled in a sing song voice, “Dustin, tell us more about portals to other dimensions! Dustin, show us a picture of your girlfriend!”

Dustin blanched. “Man, you can not tell Mike about that…”

“Why did you have a picture of Nancy in your wallet anyway?”

“Shut up!”

Dustin punched his friend in the arm before straightening his shoulders and attempting to eye Lucas coolly. “I’m still mad at you, by the way. Quit distracting me with flattery.”

“Flattery?!”

“Yes, flattery. To those kids I was like their god!” Dustin smiled despite himself.

The air was heavy between them, but this time from humidity more than tension. The sunlight that had peeked through the trees only moments earlier had started to disappear, and the darkened atmosphere made Dustin feel brave enough to say what he said next.

“Everything is changing. Next year we’re at the bottom of the food chain – new teachers, new classes, new AV club. No AV club? I don’t know,” he played with the brim of his hat distractedly. “And like, Steve won’t be there anymore, so I feel like our only chance at protection from the same fate that we had all through middle school is gone.”

Lucas frowned at the grass in front of them slightly, his forearms resting on his knees.

“I just feel like its all coming so fast – summer will be done before we know it, and then…BAM. Life as we know it, over,” Dustin concluded.

Lucas was silent for a moment, thinking over his words before he said them.

“Dustin, everything is not changing.”

“…did you seriously not hear anything I just said? EVERYTHING is changing!”

“No, its not.”

“Seriously Lucas? Oh my God, you’re so dumb, its like talking to a tree. Maybe I should talk to this tree, it probably has more common sense…”

“Okay, okay, OKAY! Will you just shut up for a minute?” Lucas said loudly, exasperated. Dustin slumped back towards the tree and rolled his eyes.

“Okay, yes, everything is changing. Too many things have already changed,” Lucas reasoned. “Everything except what's important. The party is still a party. And party members are here for each other. Always.”

It was Dustin’s turn to sigh heavily.

Lucas tried again. “Listen, man. I’m sorry. I let a party member down, and I feel really awful. I ditched you, and I’m sorry, and I wanna own up to it and make it right.”

Lucas stuck his hand out toward Dustin, his eyes hopeful. Dustin kept his arms across his chest and eyed Lucas warily.

“I promise I’ll explain, I owe you that, I just…could you just shake my hand, please?”

Dustin’s resolve was already wavering. He hated fighting with his friends. Bickering, well, that was a natural occurrence and honestly a sign of affection between them, but real fighting? It just wasn’t in him. He was just relieved that Lucas was actually apologizing. Before he knew it, he reached out to shake Lucas’ hand firmly, nodding as he did so.

Relief flooded Lucas’ face. As their handshake ended, he kicked his long legs out in front of him on the grass, his expression suddenly turning morose.

Without looking at Dustin, he quietly spoke. “The weekend before we left for camp, Max’s stepdad saw us saying goodbye for the week. He was mad – really mad – and even though Max said he’s never hurt her, her eyes looked so scared.”

Dustin looked at his friend, his mouth opening in shock at what he was saying. Lucas still hadn’t looked up from the ground.

“I just wanted to call her because I was worried. I wanted to know she was okay and she kept saying she was but I think she was lying. She didn’t even talk to me very long when I called, so I had to keep calling Hopper and beg him to find out from El whether or not Max was actually okay. That’s why I was on the phone so long every time.”

Dustin swallowed, processing this information. “Is she okay? Did her dad, did he-?”

Lucas shook his head. “I don’t think so. El told me she was okay, and I believe her. She’s a stickler for the truth.” He bit his lip. “I don’t know. Max looks fine, but she’s been acting really weird since I got back. I think she might,” he swallowed hard and looked defeated. “I think she might break up with me.”

“Because of her stepdad?” Dustin asked. “Because he doesn’t like you because you’re…”

“Black?”

“I was going to say roguishly handsome,” Dustin offered with an impish grin.

Lucas threw a handful of grass at him, but still looked serious.

Dustin considered what he knew of his friend Max. She was brave, clever, and untameable, with a rebel streak as fiery as her red hair. “There’s no way Max would dump you because of that. She’s not like that,” he reasoned.

"I don't know man. I don’t know what to think. I mean, the other day at the movies she wouldn't even hold my hand until it went dark in the theatre. Like she was embarrassed or nervous or…” Lucas shrugged his shoulders. “I don't know what's going on. Sometimes I wonder how long she'll even like me, or if she still does."

Dustin didn’t know that to do, so he put his hand on Lucas’ shoulder in what he hoped was a comforting gesture, giving his shoulder a quick squeeze. “Have you talked to Max about all this?”

Lucas shook his head, and Dustin quickly smacked his arm, hard. “Ow! Dustin! What the hell?”

“Talk to her, you idiot!” Dustin boomed incredulously. “Seriously, dude, you pulled a Mike and called her every day of the best week of your summer. You care about her. So talk to her!” Dustin thought fondly to some advice he overheard Nancy giving Steve about the new lifeguard at the pool. “She’s not a mind reader!” (in many ways, Nancy was better at advice than Steve, bless him.)

Thunder boomed in the distance, punctuating Dustin’s point and causing Lucas to look up from the pile of grass he had absentmindedly been making. “I know. I know. I’ve just been putting it off because what if she, you know, dumps me? Then what?”

“Then, we figure it out.” Dustin scratched at his shin, the most recent body part to be a victim of a mosquito attack. “It might be suuuuuper awkward but, the party stays together. I mean, if we figured out how to include a telekinetic ‘weirdo’ into the group, we can navigate this. I got your back, man.”

Lucas sighed with resolve, and smiled as a memory came to mind.

“We stick together, no matter what,” he said, catching Dustin’s eye.

Dustin smiled at hearing his own words from long ago echoed back to him. He knew that even though everything was changing, even though he sometimes felt like he was getting left behind, even though Lucas and Max were uncertain, even as high school loomed closer and he was destined to be a loser and a nerd the rest of his life, he knew that he would be okay. That they would all be okay. Because they would get through it like they always did – together.

Suddenly, Lucas slapped Dustin hard on the back, nearly knocking the wind out of him.

“Lucas! Son of a BITCH…”

“Sorry,” Lucas grinned. “Mosquito.”

Dustin dove at him, tackling him to the ground and immediately regretted it as Lucas smoothly wiggled out of his grasp and put him in some kind of choke hold, rendering him useless.

“Uncle! Uncle!” Dustin gasped even though it didn’t hurt, flailing his arms until Lucas laughed and released him.

Thunder cracked loudly across the sky and suddenly, it began to rain. Dustin looked up at the sky and let the rain wash over him, reveling in its coolness.

“We’d better get back,” Lucas said, dusting his palms on his shorts before holding them open in front of him as if to inspect how hard it was raining. After taking a few steps he elbowed Dustin and said, “Hey, wanna go to the arcade tomorrow? Just us?”

A massive smile split Dustin’s face. “You paying? Cause I think you owe me...”

“Oh my God. You’re going to milk this forever, aren’t you?”

“Just until tomorrow after you pay for me to kick your ass in Dig Dug.”

Lucas threw his hands up in exasperation. “Why am I friends with you again?”

Dustin smiled, and for the first time in weeks he felt truly happy. Things were changing, and were about to change even more. But walking in the rain in the woods, bickering with his best friend - that felt as familiar as home. Some things never change, and he hoped they never would.

Tagging my SFS peeps! @freshxbloom @strange-thangs @hannahberrie @maplestreet83 @partwayhappy @martiegalwrites @she-who-the-river-could-not-hold @janeswheeler @cstlebyrs @jane-el-hopper @elizabethturner @the-proud-princess @itcouldbendoritcouldbreak @scottsclarke @the-most-beautiful-broom @dancingskygreen @mileven-and-contemplation @eddieksgazebos @mikeswheelers @moodyandmoonyeyed @jopper-chopper @earlgreyteagirl @michael-hearteyes-wheeler @stevemossington @thezoomermax @bubblynancy @mothersnail @writer-lia

#SFS #stranger things fan fic #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair #stories from summer #i hope you like this

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shesdreamingofamonster · 6 years

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His Queen (VIII)

Word Count: 2,908

Genre: Action, Romance, Mafia AU

Ship: Reader x Yixing/Lay

Summary: It is finally time to end the feud. The enemy is on their way, and you are ready to do what must be done.

I II III IV V VI VII Epilogue

*Warning: Violent Conflict*

You did not rest easy that night. Yixing’s presence making you more aware of how important your role is. It was the only way to make sure that he and the boys would be safe. You didn’t care about yourself, just their safety. You wondered how he was sleeping so peacefully, his face softened, revealing the soft-hearted boy that you knew he could be even if he was a mafia leader. Then he stirred a bit, his arm tightening around you. Maybe he was having a nightmare, god knows you were living one. He couldn’t do anything to protect you or his family. You brought your hand up to his cheek, softly caressing it. “Everything will be okay.”

The sun rose, and the clock was ticking down. Yixing woke to find you looking at him. “Are you worried?” His tone seemed to let you know he already knew the answer. You nodded. Kissing your forehead, he tried to reassure you. He felt just as worried as you were, so there is nothing he could say, nothing he could do. You forced a smile and let him hold you, just a little longer, before you needed to get up and face the problems that were coming your way.

Everyone was readying themselves. You didn’t want to bother anyone who didn’t directly need to help you with anything specific regarding your safety. Yixing said he would help you learn a few tricks with the switchblade but you pointed out how he could hardly bend over, let alone practice fighting with you. So, Baekhyun and Chanyeol volunteered in his position. A few minutes later and you were going over specific maneuvers that he believed you could use if necessary. Baekhyun decided he should spar with you since it would be better to learn with someone your height first. Chanyeol stood back and observed, giving feedback or instructions whenever necessary. Yixing also watched, making sure that you were not harmed.

Baekhyun was increasing his defense gradually the longer you two ‘fought.’ Giggling, Chanyeol leaned over and said something to Yixing in the corner of your eye. “Damn, your girl sure has some fire in her.” Yixing smiled as he watched you, proud but worried at the same time, “Yes she does.”

You had already been taught basic fighting skills by Yixing, so learning to fight with a weapon wasn’t much harder, you just had to aim for more specific places. At what you guessed was Baekhyun not holding back on you anymore, you got the blade to his throat in no time. Of course, pulling the blade on someone who isn’t expecting it most likely won’t lead to a struggle since you will have the upper hand. But your logic could be flawed. Anyways, Baekhyun gave a satisfied smile as you pulled the knife away. “That was excellent Y/N!!!!” You grinned in return, “I learned from some of the best.” Chanyeol gave you some encouraging words as you made your way over to them with Baekhyun close behind. Yixing lifted his hand to your cheek, “Do you feel like you can do this?” You nodded, placing your hand over his own, “There is no turning back now, besides, you taught me how to be prepared.” He sighed but smiled at you, “We will be right there, maybe not next to you, but we will be there.”

After regrouping with all of the boys, the plan was reviewed one last time. Yixing is not going to be visible to them, since he is supposed to be indisposed of at the moment. The rest of the boys will be outside while he is placed near a window, with a weapon and a mic in his ear so he knows exactly what is going on. Junmyeon will be wearing the main line, and Minseok will be quietly keeping Yixing updated on the details that Junmyeon cannot say directly. Since it is cold outside, you will be wearing a coat with the blade hidden on your forearm. They wouldn’t expect anything from you, the damsel who is being tossed aside. “That is all you will have Y/N, we can’t risk them finding anything else.” You understood, they might see the bulge of a pistol if you were given one. Everyone else could be armed, since that would be expected when strangers came to their place of living. As the conversation closed, no one had anymore questions or concerns. The waiting game is all that was left other than getting you dressed more appropriately.

“I cannot wear this.” You were holding one of the skimpiest things that you had ever seen. A little velvet dress that left very little to the imagination. “Sorry, we just thought it would sell the part better.” Jongin and Jongdae were looking down at the ground as Sehun was the only one who could meet your eyes. “Would Yixing really be in love with a prostitute?” At least that is the only word you could think of when you saw the dress and the matching thigh highs they brought you with it. Just then, Yixing walked in on the mysterious scene. “That is definitely not from your closet,” He let out a small giggle as he looked at your facial expression and the embarrassment of everyone in the room. “Will this help sell it, the part I am supposed to play?” He took the material in his hands and tossed it aside. “Just wear something you will feel comfortable fighting in, something you have mobility in.” You nodded and he gave a small disappointed glance to the younger boys. As you left to go raid your closet for the perfect outfit, you felt Yixing slide his hand into your own.

“Can you move in that?” You had put on some loser and less revealing clothing. As you put a jacket that you thought would be appropriate on Yixing wanted to make sure you would be able to defend yourself as planned. You started making different motions with your arms and believed that the movement was good enough. When you need to wear a jacket that won’t reveal the blade, this is the best you would get. “Yes. This will be fine. We will be fine.” You walked over to him and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in tightly. His waist was still very fragile so you tried not to push against it too hard. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him, apparently not caring if it hurt him or not. “I just want to hold you, that is all. To hold you and tell you how much I love you. I am sorry that you have to do this.” You looked up at him, his eyes filled with both affection and regret. “I love you too. And I knew what loving you meant. You told me to run away, to leave. None of this is your fault. I am a grown woman, and I want to be with you. Even if it means walking through hell.” There was silence for a moment, until his lips met yours. The desperation to make the moment last was evident. You felt tears well up in your eyes, but you held them back. If he saw you cry, he would never let you walk out that door. His grip on you became tighter as you continued to kiss. His scent filling your senses as you tried to remember every bit of him and he did the same. You didn’t want to think of this as your last moments together, but they very well could be. A knock is what finally pulled you both back into reality.

Jongin was standing at the door when you opened it, an apologetic look on his face. He probably assumed that he interrupted something since you knew that your cheeks were flushed. “I am sorry, but Junmyeon thought that we should all reconvene in the living room. One of our sources spotted mysterious vehicles heading our direction.”

***

Everyone was gathered in the living room, looking outside the house, prepared for the inevitable. Yixing checked over some things with you one last time. “You have the blade?” You nodded and patted your arm to show him its location. “That’s my girl.” You put on somewhat of a fake smile and snuggled into his chest. Feeling him breath is all you needed right now.

As two unidentified vehicles pulled up to the front of the mansion the boys and you, minus Yixing, flooded the front porch. The tension could be seen on everyone’s faces. But there was no one to comfort you, since they were supposed to be giving you away with no hard feelings. You swallowed as you clenched your fists trying to stay level headed and went through all of the techniques you were taught quietly in your head.

When the SUVs finally came to a stop, ten men got out. They were all dressed semi casual but you could tell the clothing was expensive. They did not appear holding weapons at the ready which seemed like a good sign to you. A sly smile crossed one of the men’s faces as he looked you up and down. “Is this the pretty lady we have been looking for? He got himself a beauty huh?” The men all gave their own small sounds and looks of agreement and amusement. He likes what he sees, good. Take it in, cause you will never get it. Junmyeon came to stand next to you, he placed his hands on your shoulders and walked forward ‘forcing’ you to come with him. You put on an act as planned, pleading that he change his mind. Forcing sobs as you kneeled on the ground in front of him. “Please! You can’t do this! Yixing will be furious!!” Junmyeon gave a small snicker, “We can deal with him later, right now you are nothing but a nuisance. All this trouble for some tramp he found at a club.” You knew he was feeling horrible inside, after all, you had become a sister to him. Last night you had told him to sell it anyway he could, you would not take anything personally. You crawled forward tugging on his jacket, he swiped your hands away and backed up with a look of annoyance on his face. “She is all yours.” The other man made his way to you, separating himself from the others whom he came with. He bent down and lifted your chin. “My men died because you were so important. Now, you seem to be nothing but a speck of dust to these people. Something to clean up. Tell me darling, how does it feel?” More fake tears made their way down your face. “It feels horrible. Momma always told me to be careful of men and their wicked ways.” He smiled, a smile that made you want to throw up, you could tell what he thought of you, of your body. “Well, it would be a shame to kill such a pretty thing. Maybe I could provide you some comfort and you could do the same for me.” It was revolting really, the fact that he assumed you would sleep with him just because he ‘saved you.’ But alas, you ignored the bitter taste in your mouth and carried on. You stood up, with his help, trying to look as frail and naive as possible. You practically stumbled into his arms, placing your hands on his chest. “That…. That sounds reasonable. I could be dead, but instead you give me mercy.” You slid your hands to his neck, taking a seductive tone in your voice. “You seem like you would be very caring.” You force your eyes to linger on his face then on his lips. If you could assume anything from this man, it was that he thought with his other head. Sliding an arm back down his chest, you discreetly slid the blade out of the strap on your forearm and under your palm. He was too distracted to notice. The boys sensed that you would be making your move and tried to place a hand on their weapons without anyone noticing. In fact, all of the other men seemed entranced by the scene you were causing as well. You lifted your hand up a bit and pressed the button, then you drove the blade into the man’s neck.

***

As you pulled the blade out, the blood sprayed out. You researched how to hit the corroded artery, so you made no mistake. This man would bleed out in moments. But you did not care. The boys started shooting making sure to not aim anywhere near you. You looked back and saw that Yixing was looking through the window. Almost no expression on his face other than determination to keep you safe. As your victim fell in front of you, another man ran up to you, taking a bullet in the shoulder. You ducked out of the way of his grasp and turned to see Minseok shoot right through his chest. After that, you decided it was just best to stay low and try to make your way back to the boys. Most of the men were down, a couple who were closest to a vehicle ran for cover and pulled their own weapons. The boys started moving forward in order to get to you and finish off the other two. Sehun being the most agile sprinted over to you, trying to cover you with his own body as you both ran back to the others.

Suddenly you felt a pain in your leg. Looking down, you saw the crimson soaking through your pants. Sehun looked over and you noticed the angered expression he wore. You tried to ignore the pain as you waddled back behind the others. When you had gotten back to ‘safety’ you saw that Sehun’s arm had been grazed, his jacket ripped open showing the red gash along his skin. His main concern was you. “They might have hit a main artery, we need to get you inside.” You nodded but began to feel very light headed. Jongin noticing the situation helped the youngest carry you in. The shooting stopped which made you assume that the men had been taken care of without looking back to see. As your eyes started rolling in the back of your head as they placed you on the couch, you saw Yixing over you, fear filling his eyes.

***

Soft humming resonated through your ears as you started waking up. Your eyes fluttered open slowly. Yixing was laying next to you in your bed, clasping your hand in his. “Hey.” That is all he wanted to say, not knowing if you will remember what happened or not. When you sat up and brought your hand to the bandage on your leg, he assumed you had. “You are okay, they missed the main artery. You’ll have a scar though.” You smiled as you turned to face him, trying not to move your leg in any way. “We did it though? They are all gone?” He sat up, holding his own injured side, and rested his forehead against yours. “Yes baby. You are safe.” You closed your eyes and wrapped your arms around him, “We are safe.”

After sitting in silence like that for some time, just enjoying the feeling of being with each other, you felt a little nervous. “The boys, they are okay too right? Sehun, I saw his arm-“ He cut you off before you freaked yourself out. “They are perfectly fine. Sehun has had worse than that, just a flesh wound. They are all worried about you anyways. Your leg, and well, the other thing..” He didn’t want to say it, but you knew. They were worried that you couldn’t handle taking a human life. But you were much stronger than they knew, even stronger than you knew yourself. Yes, you had killed a man, but he would have killed you. Hell, he would have done more to you if he could have. Not only would he have killed you, but he probably would have had all the boys slaughtered. You knew too well from being with Yixing that deals hardly ended in peace. “Don’t worry. I will be okay. It was me or him. Besides, he was a revolting human being.” You knew you shouldn’t speak ill of the dead, but your words were justified. With that, the topic was dropped.

You casually glanced over at the clock and realized that it was the middle of the next day. “I slept that long!” He gave a small laugh and a nod. “Well, considering what you had been through. Your body needed to recover from the mental and physical trauma.” You were going to say something but a loud noise in the hallway interrupted you. An excited voice was followed by Baekhyun barging in to the room with Chanyeol close behind. “Y/N!!!” Suddenly you were in Baekhyun’s arms with Chanyeol awkwardly trying to hug you both. “Hello. Boy am I glad to see you two smiling again.” The room exploded with chatter as everyone else eventually joined. The mood in the house was drastically different from before. No one’s eyes were filled with silent worrying. Only, the joy of being safe with the people that they cared for.

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