#also by cutting it shorter it wasn’t as angsty as I planned either

[metalbuckaroo]

Okay so I’m a sucker for protective/possessive moments with Bucky so I was thinking something like either dbf! Bucky or biker! Bucky knows the reader’s ex wasn’t great and while they are on a date or something, he sees the reader’s ex harassing her and the ex gets a little physical (nothing super serious)?? Maybe the reader goes to get them concessions or goes to the bathroom and that’s when her ex sees her and tries to like corner her and get her back?? Idk you can have fun with it I’m not picky. Also congrats on almost hitting 1k followers!! :) xx

Diner

Summary: a night meant for just Bucky and his girl doesn't go as planned

Warnings: gross, toxic ex, unwanted attention, lil angsty, lil fluffy, lil smutty, cursing.

AU: Biker!Bucky x F!Reader

AN: Since I've done so much dbf bucky the past couple days and haven't done biker bucky in a hot minute I chose biker, and this also may be a little peak into a new biker!bucky series I've been planning out for awhile.

MASTERLIST

Gif not mine

Bucky patted at his pockets, shifting around in his seat to feel his back ones. "I forgot my wallet in the truck." He sighed, going to stand from the booth.

"I'll go get it, just sit back down." You said, giving him a soft smile. He didn't argue, just nodded and leaned back into the seat. "It's in the glove compartment."

Going to the single cab truck that was parked a few spots down from the front door of the diner, you pulled the creaky door open, the dome light flicking on to light the dark space.

Bucky kept everything but gloves in the compartment. Unopened packs of cigarettes, extra lighters, gas receipts; the gloves usually stayed on his hands or in his back pocket.

You quickly grabbed the brown leather wallet and shut the truck door, seeing the waitress walking towards the table Bucky was at through the large windows.

"Hey, you. Been awhile." You froze from the familiar voice talking behind you, not taking your hand from the door. "Hi, Jason." You mumbled, glancing at him when you went to walk back towards the entrance of the diner.

He walked closer, blocking your path and making you back towards the truck again. "How have you been? Heard you moved away but, here you are."

You cleared your throat and looked to the windows where Bucky was sat, looking down at his gloved hands. "I'm, uh, here with my boyfriend. So, if you'll just let me-"

Jason blocked you from going around him, holding his arm out so you couldn't pass. "Boyfriend? Please, hun. No other man could want you after I had you."

Your blood went cold, skin crawling from his words. "Well, you can tell him that. I'm sure he'll appreciate it." You spat, pushing pass him.

Bucky looked out just in time to see Jason grab your wrist and jerk you back towards him. The action making him push out of the booth and shove the glass door open.

"Get the fuck off, Jason." You seethed, trying to pull your arm from his bruising grip. "That's such a pretty dress, though. You never wore dresses when we were together. Let's try again." He said with faux innocence. "You never let me."

A gentle, yet grounding touch to your sides from behind eased your nerves; Bucky's gruff voice filling your ears. "I don't like people touching what's mine. Especially my girl."

Jason sneered at him, releasing your wrist. "Your girl? You let her out in a dress like that?" He scoffed. Bucky pulled you closer to his front, trying to put as much space between you and the man as he could. "Most know better than to touch or even look at her. Now, move." Bucky's voice was chillingly calm as he glowered at the shorter man.

"Must not have fucked her yet, she's ruined. All because of me." Jason said with a low chuckle. "Get in the truck, cherry." Bucky said, his tone softer towards you as he urged you to walk away. "Buck-"

The hard look he gave made you shut up and walk around to the driverside, jumping slightly when Jason was shoved into the side of the truck's bed.

You looked over you shoulder to see the much larger brunette stalking towards him, expression on his face that would make anyone with some sense slither away in cowardice. "I don't know who you think you ruined, but it's not her. I suggest you stay as far away from her as possible, she's mine and I don't share."

You scooted to the passenger side and cranked the handle to roll the window down, poking your head out to look at Bucky. "Buck, please. Can we just go somewhere else?" You pleaded, wanting out of the situation as quick as possible.

Bucky backed away, glaring at Jason for a moment before turning around. "Yeah, better listen to your whore. It's all she ever w-" Jason was cut off by a swift right hook knocking him to his knees.

"Dumb fucking bastard, that's not how you talk about a lady." Bucky spat through gritted teeth, looking down at the man who was holding his bleeding nose. "Anything but a fucking lady. Let her out in a dress like that and she'll cheat on you with the first guy who gives her a compliment."

Kneeling in front of Jason, Bucky cocked his head to the side. "I know how to take care of my girl, unlike filth like you." He spat through gritted teeth.

"Bucky Barnes, truck, now." You ordered, Bucky standing and looking at you, a softer look to his face as he made his way to his side of the truck.

"Sorry, baby." He mumbled, shoving the keys in the ignition before tugging you to the middle seat.

Tonight was suppose to be a night without club and bar talk, and jackets. Just you and Bucky, at a small diner just outside town. Now, Bucky felt like it was ruined and could tell you were still stressed by the way you fiddled with the glove on his hand.

"Want it off." You huffed, getting a nod from Bucky who took the velcro strap between his teeth and pulled it; taking his hand from the wheel just long enough to tug it off.

His warm hand went back to your thigh, thumb pressing soothing circles into the skin. "We're taking the back way home." He exhaled, his grip on the steering wheel not letting up.

You looked over at his stern expression, knowing exactly why he wanted to take the back way home. The reason making you squeeze your thighs together.

"I shouldn't have let you go get it. I'm sorry." Bucky mumbled, giving your thigh a light squeeze. "You don't have to say sorry for every little thing." You said, shaking your head at him.

His jaw clenched, the way your ex had looked at you replaying in his mind. It made his stomach churn.

The truck was suddenly pulled to the side of the dark road and jammed into park. "C'mere, wanna talk to you." He said, pulling the lever to tilt the steering wheel as high as it could go. "You can talk to me from here."

"No, I need you to listen to me fully. Come here." His tone had a demanding edge to it as you shifted around to straddle his lap.

Leaning his head back against the headrest, Bucky took a slow, deep breath, hands on the outsides of your thighs. "I don't want you listening to a damn thing he said. Got me?"

You nodded, toying with one of the buttons on his shirt. "What he says doesn't matter. I've got you, Sarge." You said softly, fingers moving to wrap around his dog tags. "Hm, that's how you wanna play?" He chuckled, hands gliding further up your thighs.

"Maybe." You shrugged. A gasp passed through your lips when the thin fabric of your underwear was ripped at the sides. "You gotta quit doing that, won't have any left."

"If you'd quit wearin' 'em, I wouldn't have to rip 'em."

You lifted your hips long enough for him to shuffle his pants down enough to free his erection, lips engulfing yours as your fingers carded into his thick hair.

Bucky's thumb pressed to your clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles as he pulled away. "Want you to make yourself feel good. Alright, baby? Do whatever takes your mind off of it, I'm all yours and you're all mine." He purred, both of your chests heaving from the kiss as his metal hand lifted your hips. "Right?"

You nodded, biting back a whimper from the stretch he caused when you lowered onto him. His hand held your jaw, pulling your face closer so he could nudge your nose with his. "Say it, sugar. I wanna hear it."

You popped open the buttons on his shirt, gliding your hands up his muscular abdomen and chest before leaning to his ear. "All yours, Sarge."

A low groan pulled from his chest, you lips ghosting across his scruffy jaw. "There's my girl." He cooed, hands guiding your hips in a grind.

"So tight and wet for me. Take me so perfectly." He groaned, rolling his hips up into yours as you bounced as much as you could in the cramped space.

"Fuck, James" you panted, already feeling the pressure building in your lower stomach with each movement. "Already, cherry? I knew I was good but damn- can feel you milking me."

Bucky moved his thumb to press sloppy circles to your clit, your fingers digging into the skin of his chest as warmth took over; making him groan and snap his hips up.

You felt the muscles of his abdomen tense before he let out a low groan, rolling his hips into yours through both of your highs.

Thick arms wrapped around you and held you close, Bucky's lips brushing your shoulder and stubble scratching your skin. "I'll always take care of you, sugar."

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[sup-hoes-its-me]

I have a Shikamaru request! It’s a bit long winded so dust with me 😊. Shikamaru is assigned to protect reader who is the last of her clan that a lot is not known about. (So he also has the secret mission of finding our more about the clan and their abilities). They end up falling for each-other (of course). And after reader finds out she is pregnant she learns that Shikamaru was meant to learn about her. I’m seeing some angsty fluffy goodness! And hopefully a happy ending. 🥰

Healing You (Shikamaru x Reader)

A/N: Thank you for your request! These long detailed ones are perfect and give me just enough information to give you the perfect story. I skipped the pregnancy part because im not totally comfortable with that...hopefully you still enjoy.

word count: 5500

Shikamaru had been anticipating this mission for a while. The Hokage told him it was of utmost importance to be ready at any time for this clan princess to show up. He was expected to drop all other missions or plans to escort this woman, whoever she was across the country to her homeland deep within Frost country. He wasn’t expecting much, actually he was expecting probably the worst client ever.

For someone to request escort at the drop of a hat like that, someone with enough money to do so as well... Shikamaru could only assume they were an asshole of the highest caliber. Probably some old woman or a spoiled little child, someone he definitely would not get along with for a month long mission just the two of them. He could remember the urgency in Kakashi’s tone when he assigned the mission, the amount of trust behind his words.

Shikamaru walked into the office casually, hands shoved deep in his pants pockets. Kakashi sat there alone at his desk, looking through paperwork and sifting through piles of white sheets, each with different names and faces. He must have thought long and hard about who he was to pick for this mission, the boy concluded.

This was going to be tiresome, he deduced quickly. Another tedious mission.

“Shikamaru, I have an important mission for you,” the man said clearly. “You can look through these files, if you want, but we don’t have any clear information on this one, I’m afraid.” He tossed over a folder full of records. Death receipts, birth certificates, first hand accounts of battles witnessed. He didn’t know what to make of what he was looking at other than a common last name running across the pages.

Hirawa.

“What is this about?” he questioned.

“In about a month's time, possibly longer, possibly shorter, I don’t have an exact date, you will escort Princess Y/N Hirawa, of the hidden Hirawa clan to the Land of Frost.”

“Who’s on my team?”

He shook his head at that question. “No one. This is a solo mission, and I’m entrusting you alone with this. It’s important you keep your mouth shut about all of this until we know it’s safe, for you and the princess.” Safe? Just what kind of mission was this anyway? Obviously it had something to do with this clan, not that he’d ever heard of them. “She has a bounty on her head, quite large at that. But we believe she can become the key to mastering some ninjutsu, particularly medical jutsu.”

“Well, what’s her clan’s kekkei genkai?”

“That’s what we don’t know, and for you to find out. All we know is that there's some dangerous people out there who want this power, and we need to protect her at all costs, you understand,” he stressed, and Shikamaru nodded. This wasn’t that big of a deal, he guessed. Protecting one girl from some rookie bounty hunters, not to mention he was being sent out alone. This was going to be a walk in the park.

The worst part of it all would be putting up with some troublesome girl for an entire month. Making conversation and having to pretend she wasn’t getting on his last nerve. That would tire him the most.

“Rumor has it, she was never able to awaken her ability, so I’m hoping you can help coax it out of her and see what we’re dealing with.”

“Of course. I’ll figure it out.”

“Good. I’m counting on you. You should take the files to look over in your free time, you’ll have lots of it before this mission. I have copies here for myself,” he motioned to another folder on her desk filled to the brim with papers just like the one he was holding. It was strange to have so much information at their fingertips, but not enough to put a description to their kekkei genkai. They must be secretive, similar to how the Uchiha hides their secrets on the stone tablet, or something.

He left the Sixth Hokage’s office and walked away to his home, where he could more closely go over the information in this folder, try to deduce something from all this random information. He would get to the bottom of this, he was a genius after all. Whether he had the help of this woman or not, he would figure it out for the Hokage.

And so, here he stood outside of Kakashi’s office with all his supplies packed in his bag, dressed for a long mission away from home. The princess had arrived. He was to meet her and then immediately they were supposed to leave off to her homeland.

The Anbu officer to his left opened the door, and motioned for him to walk in. So uptight for just a little meeting, was all this security really necessary, he wondered to himself. As he looked into the room, he spotted Kakashi standing along the window behind his desk with a smaller woman at his side, wrapped up in thick robes made of wool, embroidered with thick silver and white yarn.

Admittedly, her clothes looked incredibly expensive. He questioned how she wasn’t sweating bullets with the typical warm weather outside here in Konoha. He was expecting her to turn around, to be this hideous creature.

“Ah, Y/N, it seems your escort has arrived,” Kakashi hummed, placing a soft hand on the woman’s back as she turned around. When he finally got a good look at her face, he was taken aback, nearly enough to throw him off balance. She was decidedly the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his entire life. Wrapped up in those blankets was a young woman, who couldn't be much older than he was, with piercing eyes that immediately cut through his.

Her hair fell just perfectly around her face to frame her features, the soft color suiting her eyes and skin perfectly. Her eyelashes flickered over her eyes a few times as she gazed over at him, and he felt swoon. She had the softest skin he’d ever seen combined with those mesmerizing eyes and the shape of her face which looked like it belonged cradled in his hands.

He felt this inert urge to run in the opposite direction from her, out the room and down the hall, back to home where he could catch his breath. He already knew his cheeks were turning bright red under her stare, and he could tell Kakashi was judging him with those dark eyes of his.

“It’s nice to meet you, Shikamaru Nara,” she hummed, and he felt faint. Even her voice was precious, almost like she was singing. He choked down his breaths, trying to keep his cool the best he could. It was uncharacteristic of him to act this way with a client. He was just her escort, not some pervert. They were going to live together for basically a month, he needed to get a grip on his emotions. “Your Hokage was telling me great things about you.”

“Oh, uh,” he paused, frozen without words to leave his lips, just an empty mind full of her image. He shook his head a bit, eyes now glaring down at the floorboards beneath him. “You too, Princess.”

“Please, just call me Y/N. Princess is just too formal for me,” she told him, waving off the title almost as quickly as it left his mouth. “Kakashi, it was nice getting to know you this morning, I hope to see you and your wonderful village again soon.”

“You’re welcome back whenever you like.”

She rounded the table and approached Shikamaru carefully, eyeing him down as she did so. She took in his appearance and his stance, the emotions she could see radiating off his person from his body language. From the looks of it, he simply appeared flustered and confused. Not exactly the most ideal for the situation at hand, but they would manage. Men usually had a similar reaction when they saw her for the first time, either they were in awe or they were trying to kidnap her.

He nodded in her direction and then to the Hokage before turning around and starting out the door, the girl following closely behind him. He could hear the swishing of her thick robes around her ankles, just barely skimming the floor. He still didn’t know her personality at all, but he wouldn’t mind looking at her once in a while on this trip.

“So, why are you heading to the Land of Frost?” he asked, and she sighed.

“One of the village elders is dying. They believe my kekkei genkai is the only way to reverse the incoming death, and its consequence on my people,” she explained.

“Why doesn’t another one of your clan members do it? Surely the rest of your family lives-”

“There is no one else. I am the last living Hirawa,” she told him simply, and he could sense a bit of ice dripping off her tongue at those words. How could she not be upset recalling the annihilation of her entire clan. “The problem is that I haven’t been able to awaken my kekkei genkai. I’m not sure what they want with a useless Hirawa like me.”

“Listen, I’m sorry about your clan, but calling yourself useless really isn’t-”

“How would you feel, Shikamaru, if you were the only person in the world with the ability to save a human being from their certain death and you couldn’t even activate that gift? You have to understand how that feels for me,” she told him solemnly, her head hung low as she walked toward the gates of the village right beside the boy. People looked at her as she moved through the village, they stared in awe at her clothes and her face and the unique glimmer in her eyes. And she cowered inward, tucking herself into her robes and the fur of her hood even further, away from the prying eyes of this village.

He stayed silent, not really knowing how to respond to what she’d said to him. The sadness and the anger in her tone, deep within her words, was immeasurable. She was in pain, a conflict with herself. He wasn’t going to get into that just yet. They’d only met a few minutes ago.

They left the village together and started on their journey. It was going to be a long month, that’s for sure.

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It had been a week of walking through the forest already, days of sleeping on the ground beneath the stars, eating rations out of his bag over the fireplace. Originally, he thought this mission would be easy, that she seemed like a normal-ish girl who wouldn’t give him any trouble, but he was wrong.

She was too quiet. It was strange, walking with someone for hours without a single word shared between them. He tried to start up a conversation, and she would reply with one word answers, sometimes if he was lucky, two or three words. She rarely looked at him, choosing to either stare at the ground where she took each step, or up at the stars and the vastness of it all. She was lost in her own mind.

Every night, as they were falling asleep, he could hear her looking over at him, scanning his form for a sign that he was still awake. He would remain still, facing the opposite way on his side, head propped up on his bag. Then, when she thought she was safe, he would hear the sobs run through her weak form. She would shake and quiver, curling in on herself and crying out into the forest for only Shikamaru and the moon to hear.

He felt terrible for her, needless to say. The guilt he felt just from hearing her cries, and knowing her internal struggle was enough to make this trip difficult. His heart hurt for her, as strange as that was to say. Normally, it was easy to remain objective, but with Y/N, it was different. He felt attached. He felt like her problems were also his. It was maddening.

She laid on the ground beside him, the majority of her soup still in her bowl and her water bottle resting at her side. She stared up into the clouds, occasionally, her eyes would slide over to see what he was up to and then she would look back at the sky. “You need to eat. We have a lot of walking until we reach the next town, probably a week’s worth. I can’t carry you if you get too tired,” he told her, pushing her bowl closer to her side.

“You know, Shikamaru, sometimes I wonder why people like you Leaf nin even protect someone like me. What’s the point? I’m useless to you and the enemy,” she muttered hopelessly. He still pushed the soup closer until she sat up and took the bowl into her hands, taking a small sip from the spoon. “I just don’t get it. How can you call me princess when I’m just as normal as the next woman on the street?”

“Listen, I don’t know what anyone else has told you, but that’s a load of bullshit.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, just because you can’t access your abilities right now doesn’t make you useless. You’re still a person just like everyone else,” he explained, stabbing his spoon into his soup as he found himself getting a little worked up. He couldn’t stand this self-pitying bullshit from her. Yeah, she was sad and all, but she didn’t have to rub it into the wound like this.

She looked surprised at his words.

What did she expect him to say? That she was right and then just abandon her out in the woods? He was beginning to think this girl was just plain stupid.

“It’s just been impossible since the incident to think of anything else. I’m sorry for upsetting you,” she sighed, taking another sip of her now cold soup.

He questioned carefully. “What incident?” He was on a mission after all. To discover her clan secrets and bring them back to the village to study. Even if she was being emotional, he could still gather some intel.

She bit her lip, and looked up to the sky again, blinking back tears from gathering in the corners of her eyes. She took a few deep breaths before explaining herself. “The day my clan was massacred. The day that those people slaughtered my sensei in front of the entire village and then killed my parents.”

He paused, lifting his eyes to look at her. She was crying, as he expected, silent tears dripping from her eyes into her lap. But she was holding strong otherwise, not a falter in her voice or a catch in her breath. She wasn’t even shaking. She was really serious about keeping these emotions private, in the middle of the night where he couldn’t hear or see.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” he assured, but she shook her head.

“I’m fine. I should talk about it anyway. I haven’t had a person to talk to in years, you know.” Sitting on her face was the saddest of all smiles, a weak attempt at remaining strong. She wiped at her eyes with her wrist and continued. “I’m not even sure why they wanted us all dead, but it had something to do with the war and my clan’s actions. They were barbaric. They slit the throat of my sensei in town square and we watched her blood drip across town while they carried her head.”

“Oh, damn.”

“I know,” she agreed, “As sick as it is to say, I’m glad they only stabbed my parents with a sword. We used to be royalty, it took them killing an entire army of soldiers to get to the throne room to kill them. I was only a child hiding in the curtains, I had to watch without making a sound. I couldn’t cry, I couldn’t even breathe, or they would have killed me too.”

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. That’s horrific.”

“When they left, it was only me. I had to walk my way to one of the outer villages for help. I was a mess, covered in my parents blood. They’d stolen everything. All the secrets of the clan. I never got the chance to read the sacred texts. I only know from my Sensei the very basics of what we can do.”

He absorbed what she had said, taking in each word. Admittedly, she lived a terrible, horrible life, one to rival Sasuke at that. He asked, “You haven’t been able to retrieve any of the texts, have you?”

“No, unfortunately. That’s why it’s taken me this long to figure out how to unlock my ability. I literally do not know how,” she confessed, rubbing the back of her neck nervously. “It feels strange, knowing I have this ultimate healing ability and I can’t even use it to save anyone.”

“Ultimate healing ability?”

“Well, yeah. That’s our kekkei genkai. We can heal basically anything besides death. Blindness, deafness, rotting limbs, in some cases, paralysis. I’m not sure how it works, but that’s what it does. That’s why they want me to come home so desperately. I’m the only one left who can heal her.”

“You’ll figure it out,” he stated bluntly, and she tilted her head to the side in confusion.

“What?”

He reiterated, “You’ll figure out how to use your kekkei genkai. I believe in you. You’re beautiful, smart, and modest, not a fool.”

She found her cheeks begin to heat up at his words, and she leaned back, her eyes catching onto his. “Thank you, Shikamaru. It’s not everyday I get earnest compliments like that.” It was true. Normally, she did get compliments, but not the nice kind. She would often get harrassed on the street by men without brains, or recieve backhanded comments from people of her own village who hated her for what she could not be.

He shook his head, “Well, you should. You’re a strong woman, you just need more faith in yourself. You have almost no self-confidence whatsoever.” He was right about that too. Sad, wasn’t it? “You’re obviously a good person, so be proud of yourself. Not a lot of people could have gone through what you did and still be on the good side to this day.”

“I-” Y/N froze, her eyes growing wide. “Did you hear that?” she asked, her eyes flickering from Shikamaru into the woods. There were voices, soft and quiet voices, but they were still there, hush in the background. He stood up on his feet, and motioned for her to stay down close to the ground.

“Come out, whoever you are.”

And, indeed, a group of men emerged from the forest, at least ten of them. They sauntered up to the pair and the leader smirked. “We’re not here to hurt you, Leaf shinobi. Just hand over the princess and no harm will come to you,” he said, his voice musty and disgusting, like he’d been smoking cigarettes everyday for the past ten years. They knew, clearly, that a leaf shinobi wasn’t just about to abandon their charge and go running for the hills. His request was a joke.

Y/N wasn’t a fighter. She couldn’t help even if she wanted to. She was solely a healer, and even then, her skills were shaky at best. She could only do the most menial and mediocre of work on her patients. Shikamaru was against these men completely alone.

She felt fear creeping up her spine and sending shivers through her body. She barely knew the boy, had only known him for a week or so, but damn, did she like him. He was kind to her, one of the kindest people she’d met in a long time. She wanted him to be safe, to save her and come out on top like the shinobi of the Leaf are supposed to.

He turned around and waved for her to run. “Princess, Imma need you to run. I’ll come find you when it’s safe. Just go.”

She was hesitant to take off, but one stern look from him shot down any thought of staying. The woman gathered up her robes and ran in the opposite direction of the crew and her protector. Immediately after she left, she heard screaming from behind, the shouts of men in pain and men filled with anger. So much yelling. She held her breath, and kept running, running until she could only hear the faint yells of the men. She couldn’t hear Shikamaru. He was far too quiet to have those loud theatrics on the battlefield.

Y/N took cover in the roots of a tree, and just listened, felt what was going on around her. She studied the chakra signatures floating through the air, counting how many men still lived and how many were alive and well. Likewise, she kept close track of Shikamaru’s energy, making sure he was still going.

If he died, she didn’t know what would come of her. Would she be sold off? Murdered? She knew of the unspoken bounty on her head amongst the criminals, and that struck fear in her heart. All she could do was pray for Shikamaru’s survival.

After what seemed like hours but in reality only about 10 minutes, the screams and shouts finally came to a halt. The chakra signatures of most of the men were completely gone, meaning they had died sometime during the battle. Only some remained, and they were weakened severely, probably passed out or bleeding out.

Shikamaru’s alarmed her. It was weak, almost as weak as the rest. She crawled out from under the tree and started back in the direction of the campsite, keeping her head low nearly in a crouch to stay unseen. There was no telling what was happening over there or who was still out here.

When she got to the campsite though, her eyes widened and she nearly screamed. While the rest of the men collapsed on the ground in bloody heaps, Shikamaru lay in the middle of them, bleeding out from a ginormous wound protruding from his side. She fell onto her knees beside his barely breathing form and held her hands over the wound, trying her best to run her chakra through her, but she was weak. Only a faint light emanating from her hands, not enough to come close to saving him.

“Shikamaru? Shikamaru, can you hear me? Please, try to stay awake, okay?” the girl pleaded, resting one of her soft hands on his cheek. He sighed into her touch. It was just as he imagined. Warm and gentle, like the caress of a feather. At least, if he were to die, it would be in the arms of an angel, he decided.

“You need to head back to the Leaf. Tell Kakashi what happened,” he sputtered out, blood leaving his lips and dripping down the sides of his face. “I lived a good life.”

“No, no, no. You are not dying on me. Not happening,” she whispered. She continued to pour her chakra into his wound, not that it was doing anything serious. Tears filled her eyes and she bit her lip, trying to keep them from falling, but she couldn’t help it. All these tears plagued her life. Memories that made her cry. All the pressure. All the death. Poor Shikamaru lying here dying after saving her life. “I’m going to save you,” she muttered firmly.

Pressure built up in her chest and she pushed further and further, digging deeper into her chakra reserve. It actually hurt the amount of effort she was putting in. It was exhausting, and after about a minute, she was gasping for breath. “Stop. It’s okay, princess.”

“Dammit, Shikamaru, I told you not to call me princess, “ Y/N shouted, and in that moment, she felt something shift inside her. A well of energy she never knew she had opened up and she felt it being filled not by her own chakra but by the men around her. Her body absorbed every last bit of chakra in their bodies, filling hers completely. When Shikamaru looked up at her, he noticed a slight glow coming from her skin that wasn’t there before.

It seemed she awoke her kekkei genkai.

With all the newfound energy she had, she channelled it into saving Shikamaru. Right in front of her eyes, his wound began to close and blood sunk back into his body. He groaned at the feeling, shifting uncomfortably on the ground. Finally, she had done something great.

And as she watched the last bit of his wound shut and the blood to seep back into his body, she found herself grow lightheaded.

As she was passing out, she heard him calling her name, and the only thing she could do was smile. She did it. She saved him. Her vision went black and sleep overtook her swiftly.

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After Y/N saved Shikamaru and awoke her kekkei genkai, the boy gathered up both of their belongings, hoisted them over his shoulder, and then carried her in his arms to the next village. She wasn’t waking up anytime soon, he found that was probably a bad side effect of using the ability. It completely drained her. He just knew he had to move before any of those guys woke back up. He was not ready to fight again.

He enjoyed feeling her in his arms, pressed tightly to his chest with her head lolling side to side. Y/N was sweet and cute, with her little, “don’t call me princess” proclamation before saving him. It seemed she was just as much a princess as everyone thought she was, and a powerful one at that. She basically brought him back from the dead, and he would be grateful for his entire life for what she’d done for him.

The two of them rested for the night in a village inn just a couple miles away before waking up the next morning and setting off with a new bounce in her step toward your homeland where she was sure she could save the village elder now. He watched as the girl walked eagerly in front of him, swinging her robes by her sides and letting her hair loose instead of a tight braid.

This side of her, it was gorgeous. She was gorgeous. Maybe, he found himself harboring just a tiny crush on the girl who saved his life, the girl who took his breath away when they first met. Maybe he liked her a lot. It was pointless to have such feelings for a girl he would probably never meet again after dropping her off in her homeland.

But he could enjoy his time now, with the girl of his dreams at his side.

He found himself wanting more time with her. Much more time. He knew they only had about a week before they arrived in the Land of Frost, and it was depressing him. He wanted her to come back to the village with him and live there, just so he could see her face everyday and hear that sing-song voice run off her tongue.

Was that so much to ask for? Well, yes, but he still wanted it…

They found themselves stopped for the night or two in a village on the coast. She was tired from all the walking and sleeping in the grass. She was willing to spend a few dollars to have a nice bed to sleep in for the night. She booked a room at one of the inns in town and collapsed into the mattress in the room, throwing her robes to the side and cuddling into the comforter. It had been so long since she was living in such comfortable conditions.

He took a seat beside her and pulled out a book, flipping to the most recent page and diving in. He was more than happy to finally rest. He was lazier than she was, after all. They had been walking for almost a month now, he was tired of it. The only thing that kept him going was seeing her smile every now and then, especially the ones directed at him, or in response to something he said.

Something about those smiles just made him feel good inside. It was sickening. These mushy, gushy feelings he was having. He was beginning to think he might be falling for the girl, like, falling in love. He was disturbed. Was he really that weak to a pretty face, soft hands, and a warm heart?

“Shikamaru?”

“Hmm?”

“I’ll be home in a week, and you’ll have to go back to the Leaf Village,” she said. He nodded. At that point, they would go their separate ways and it would all be over, this friendship they had. He’d never felt so torn about a mission until now.

He replied casually, “Yeah. Time flies, huh?”

She held her breath for a moment, thinking over her next words very carefully. She’d actually been pondering when she was gonna tell him over the last few days, thinking over every way the scenario could play out. “I don’t want you to go. I don’t want to leave you, Shikamaru,” she confessed, finally letting go of the breath she was holding.

He raised a brow, setting down his book and turning to face her. “What do you mean?”

“Well...it’s just that your Hokage seems to really like me, and I don’t really have a home anymore with my clan gone,” she mumbled, twiddling her fingers in her lap. “I was thinking maybe after I heal the elders and the village that I could go home with you instead. Live in the leaf village.”

He just looked at her. Had all his longing been for nothing? Could she really mean it? Coming home with him? Could his future really involve seeing her every day, introducing her to his best friends, and healing his people when they were injured?

“I mean, if you don’t think it’s a good idea, though, I totally get it-”

“No! I-I love that idea, actually.”

“Really?”

“Would I say it if I didn’t mean it?”

He watched as her lips curled into a bright smile and she clasped her hands together. “Shikamaru, I’m so happy. You and the other Leaf nin are the only people to show me any kindness in a long time. I get to go home to people that will care about me.”

“Yeah, we’re pretty good at that back in the Leaf. Caring, that is.”

She fell back against the bed and sighed, curling up in the sheets once again. He watched as she smiled into the covers and closed her eyes, relishing in this feeling of newfound freedom and happiness, of the hope she found in him and the village. Despite finding women troublesome most of the time, he was willing to go through trouble for her. He felt like he’d do just about anything for this girl.

So unlike him. Tch. Get a grip, Shika.

Her next words had him melting like putty in her hands though. He just couldn’t help it.

"I'm glad you were assigned this mission with me. You helped me awaken my abilities, and I think it was fate that brought us together for that to happen," she sighed. "This meeting, you and I, it was always meant to be. I'm sure of it now."

"Maybe you're right. I wouldn't know," he replied.

It was quiet for a while, just her lost in her own dreams, her own thoughts. Her eyes trailed over to him, and she just knew she was swoon. With his lazy grin and his thoughtful gaze. It was so obvious to her now.

She confessed, “I think I like you. As more than just a friend, Shikamaru. I know I probably shouldn’t be telling you this considering I still need you to escort me to the village and all, and you might not want me to go back to the Leaf with you now, but I just-”

He couldn’t wait anymore. He was going crazy. Finally, he kissed her.

She felt his hands resting on either side of her head and his lips pressed carefully to hers, testing the waters. She brought her own hands up to cup his own, bringing him closer and deeper into the kiss. She smiled and sighed, enjoying the feeling of pure bliss. It had been so long since she felt something so good. Something so sweet.

“You like me too?”

“You’re dumb as hell.”

And he kissed her again. And again. And maybe a couple more times after that.

#shikamaru x reader #naruto x reader #shikamaru x you #naruto #shikamaru nara #shikamaru imagine #shikamaru one shot #naruto one shot #naruto imagine #imagine #x reader #oneshot #naruto x you #naruto x y/n #shikamaru x y/n

[lowkeyjustvibing]

Guess who decided to write more fanfic?

So I took those angsty IBVS headcanons, procrastinated for forever, and have finally figured out how I shall write this.

Also I decided to get some hurt/comfort up in here ‘cuz our favorite school king doesn’t deserve pure distilled pain without getting hugs.

IBVS by onebizarrekai

It was odd to say the least. Edward was known to be arrogant and boisterous, enough so that he drew the attention of anyone and everyone. So it was certainly confusing when the normally loud and proud school king slowly became much more quiet and secluded. No one knew what had caused it but after just a week Edward was an entirely different person. He was jumpy and hardly interacted with anyone outside of his inner circle. Easy to say, this caught the attention of many of the students.

“Hey, you know what’s up with Ed?” Chris asked, “I mean, he hasn’t shown up to any of the meetings and I rarely see him outside of class.”

“I dunno’,” Isaac said, not looking up from his sketchbook, “but yeah, it is a little weird that Mr. High and mighty is all secluded now.”

“I’m just worried.” Chris mumbled and Isaac gave him an odd look, “Hey! Don’t you dare. I just don’t want him to be hurt or something and we haven’t done anything to help him. I know you two don’t have the best relationship but you have to at least be a little concerned.”

After a moment of silence, Isaac sighed and set aside his sketchbook, “Alright, you caught me. Yes I’m a little curious about what’s up with the big guy, but what do you want to do about it? You can’t expect to just ask him what’s wrong and get him to pour out his heart or something. It was already difficult to get him to talk about like, anything aside from supernatural stuff before so I can’t imagine how sheltered about personal stuff he’d be now.”

“Well I’m getting the truth out of him one way or another.” Chris responded, standing up and grabbing his jacket.

“You should try asking Barry if he knows anything, he and Quinton are pretty close.”

Chris just nodded before waving goodbye and leaving to go find Barry.

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“I don’t know what’s wrong either.” Barry said sadly, “He doesn’t even come over anymore.”

Chris groaned in frustration, falling onto his back and frightening a nearby cat, “Great, so NO ONE knows.”

They both just sat there for a minute, neither of them wanting to break the silence.

“It’s just so frustrating!” Chris groaned, digging his palms into his eye sockets, “I mean, it’s not like the answer is just going to just waltz through the door!”

Suddenly, there was a loud bang coming from the kitchen and they both jumped. They glanced at each other and then tensed upon hearing the back door fly open and shut.

“Hello?” Barry called.

There was no response and Chris stood up, a fuzzy outline of a blade hovering next to his hand. Barry followed him as they slowly walked into the kitchen to see what was happening. 

“Hey!” Chris called, “Who’s there?”

There was a quiet sniffle and then a weak voice responded, “S-sorry for j-just walking in...”

Barry blinked a few times before stepping forward, “Ed?”

Sure enough, the once proud school king was hidden in the corner hugging his knees to his chest. He was shaking and breathing unevenly and looked like a mess.

“Holy cow Ed,” Barry muttered, walking over quickly, “what happened?”

When he tried to reach out to comfort his obviously distressed friend, Edward flinched back, “D-don’t t-touch me p-please...”

Chris stepped forward, “Are you OK?”

Edward shook his head, barely stifling a sob.

“Is there anything we can do?” Barry asked.

“W-water.” Edward croaked, wiping his face with his sleeve.

It was then that Chris noticed that the other was wearing thick gloves and extra layers.

“Are you cold?” He asked, “I can get you a blanket.”

Edward shook his head slightly and Barry returned with a glass of water.

“Here.” He said, carefully handing it to Edward without touching him.

After confirming that he wasn’t hurt or anything, Chris and Barry walked back to the living room to give him some space.

“Did you see how much stuff he was wearing?” Chris asked, “He looks like he’s planning to go to Antarctica or something.”

Barry thought for a moment, “He said he didn’t want to be touched, maybe that’s part of it?”

Chris nodded, “But it’s weird, he was never this paranoid about being touched. Heck, he used to drag Isaac into closets. What changed?”

“That’s something he’s going to have to tell us.”

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After Edward finally calmed down enough to talk, Chris and Barry began rapid firing questions at him.

“Are you OK?”

“What happened?”

“Why were you so freaked out?”

“Did someone hurt you?”

“H-hey!” Edward stuttered, “I appreciate the concern but just... One at a time or something.”

Barry was the first to speak, “What happened?”

This seemed to catch the other off guard, “Well, umm... I just- Umm...”

“Here,” Chris interrupted, “let’s break it down a little, did someone do this to you?”

After a bit of hesitation, Edward nodded.

“Who?” The other two asked simultaneously.

“N-” Edward flinched, “E-emo kid...”

“Nevin?!” Chris asked incredulously and Edward flinched again.

Barry only grew more concerned, “What did he do?”

“H-he’d catch me a-after school and beat m-me up...” Edward mumbled, seeming to shrink into himself, “I-it sorta’ became an e-everyday thing. I’d get out of class and h-he’d drag me off somewhere and...”

“Holy...” Chris muttered, “Edward I- Oh my gosh... I’m so sorry man.”

At this, Edward broke and started crying. It took every ounce of self control in both of them not to rush forward and comfort their friend.

Barry rested a hand on Chris’s shoulder, “I’ll take care of him, could you go talk to Nevin?”

Chris nodded, his worry instantly forgotten as he was filled with anger and determination, “Of course. Take care of him while I’m gone.”

And with that, he was off again, this time with a burning sense of purpose.

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Chris knocked on the door to the Jovel’s house (To be fair, pounding would be a better word). After a few moments, none other than Nevin opened the door. He looked bored and vaguely annoyed, like Chris had just inconvenienced him.

“‘Sup Chris?” He asked nonchalantly.

At the completely unfazed tone, Chris couldn’t help the slight flicker of a knife appearing at his side.

“Well,” He said through gritted teeth, “I was wondering if I could talk to you about something.”

Nevin gave him a suspicious look, probably noticing his tone, before moving aside, “Then come on in.”

“I’d rather not.” Chris muttered.

“Oh?” Nevin responded, “But I insist.”

Chris finally snapped. He grabbed Nevin and after yanking him out onto the porch, pinned him against the outside wall. Before the other could even speak, there was a bright red blade inches from his throat. 

After recovering, Nevin finally spoke, “Oh, this was unexpected.”

“How DARE you.” Chris hissed, the knife edging just a hair closer.

Nevin gave him a confused look, “How dare I what?”

“You know what!” Chris spat, “Here, I’ll help you out. Two words, Edward. Quinton.”

Nevin looked at him for a moment before he burst out laughing. It took all of Chris’s willpower not to give Nevin a taste of his own medicine and beat him up.

“Oh I forgot about that!” He wheezed, “That was fun! Can’t believe you’re actually worried about that guy.”

“Do you have any idea what you’ve done to him?” 

“Oh please, inform me.” Nevin drawled, once again looking bored and inconvenienced.

Chris felt his eye twitch and he dropped Nevin, “OK, how about I give you a demonstration then?”

As the other stood up, Chris noticed that his eye had turned to the unnatural cyan color indicating that his powers were activated. Then, to his surprise, a thick black liquid seemed to materialize on his shorter opponent.

“You want a fight?” Nevin said, grinning wildly, “You got one.”

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Meanwhile, Edward was sitting with Barry on his couch watching a movie. It took a while, but Barry eventually managed to convince his friend that he wasn’t going to be hurt. Not long after that, Edward was practically on top of him, furiously denying that the action meant anything. About halfway through the movie, the front door slammed open and Edward screeched before falling off the couch.

“Chris?” Barry called and received an affirmative grunt in response. 

After hearing him struggle for a bit and mutter something about octopi, Chris finally walked into the living room.

Barry jumped up at the sight of him, “Holy-! I’ll go get my kit, stay right there!”

Chris groaned before flopping face first onto the couch. He was covered in cuts, bruises, and odd patches of black slime.

Edward looked worried, “Are you OK?”

“Peachy.” Chris responded, turning to look at him, “How ‘bout you?”

“Better than you I suppose.”

Barry got back with some medical supplies and started fussing over Chris. While he was getting cleaned up, Chris explained how he got into a fight with Nevin and “Taught that crazy goop lord a lesson”. Barry didn’t even question that statement, just telling Chris to go take a shower before he made even more of a mess.

“Want to finish the movie?” Edward asked after hearing the upstairs bathroom door close.

“Sure.” Barry responded, “Just let me clean off the couch first.”

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By the time Chris finally finished showering, realized he didn’t have spare clothes, and was supplied some sweats and a T-Shirt by Barry, it was already dark.

Chris swore quietly, “My dad’s gonna’ kill me when I get back. I should probably go before he gets even more mad.”

“Oh heck with your dad!” Edward shouted from the kitchen, “He’s gonna’ be pissed whether you go back now or a week from now! How ‘bout we all just hang out here for the night?” 

Barry shrugged, “Sounds good to me.”

Chris was dumbfounded, “B-but I need to-”

“Ah shut up ya’ nerd.” Edward said, sauntering out of the kitchen, “You already had quite the day so there’s no point in going home just to get chewed out by your dad.”

“Besides,” Barry interjected, “I don’t think he’d miss that you’re wearing someone else’s clothes.” Chris flushed slightly at that statement, “I’ll toss your clothes in the washer and you can go back tomorrow looking like nothing happened.”

“OK...” Chris mumbled, still embarrassed.

After Barry left to put Chris’s clothes in the laundry, Edward jumped onto the couch, bouncing once and then burying his face in a pillow. Chris just grabbed the blanket and sat down on the other side of the couch, wrapping himself in it. Then, to his surprise, Edward grabbed a corner of the blanket and yanked on it, pulling Chris (Who had a death grip on said blanket) onto him.

“‘M cold.” Edward muttered, yanking on the blanket a few more times.

Chris was conflicted and incredibly flustered. On one hand, he wanted that blanket and on the other, he wanted to apologize for nearly falling on top of his new friend. Edward didn’t seem to mind though. In fact, he seemed quite content. It took a few moments of mental struggle for Chris to decide that being warm under the blanket was worth more than apologizing profusely. Barry finally got back, stifling a laugh at the sight of an unconscious Edward practically cuddling a very flustered Chris.

“Help!” Chris whispered.

Barry just grinned and sat next to them, “Sorry buddy, I’ve learned from experience that there’s no escaping Ed when he’s in a cuddly mood.”

With that, Barry grabbed a corner of the blanket and pulled some onto his legs before leaning up against the arm of the couch. Chris sputtered a bit before succumbing to his fate and deciding to just get some sleep, almost instantly passing out.

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Anyways, I’m too lazy to write it out but Chris totally wakes up to Edward and Barry acting like an old married couple and giving each other kisses while they’re cooking. But yeah, I decided to write some good ol’ Edward angst and accidentally turned it into a poly ship, so sue me. 

#general's fics #IBVS #Edward Quinton #Barry Price #Chris Jackson #This is probably so ooc #hhhhhhhh

[woolieshubris]

OK SO IM GOING TO WRITE SOME BACKSTORY THEN CLICK THE CUT TO SEE THE ORIGINAL ARTICLE WITH NO EDITING.

OK SO BASICALLY. At this point in the series, (season 1 had been out and season 2 kept getting hints dropped) every main love square ship had gotten their "scene", except for marichat. Marichat, argueably, was the (and still is) most popular ship on the show. Suddenly a still frame (or concept art?) was released of marinette and chat sitting on her balcony together looking out at the stars. This was quickly dubbed the "balcony scene" and many many many ficwriters quickly made fics of the scene, people made art for it, and people were overall, generally super f/cking hyped for it. Then, glaciator dropped, and reviews were... mixed to say the least. So here, presented in its full, unedited glory, was my hot 2016 take.

enjoy.

Yes. I will be talking about THIS episode. The episode so anticipated by shippers everywhere. The episode that was supposed to finally give marichat shippers a chance, and we ended up with this.

I hate this episode, for many many reasons, but do not worry. The balcony scene isn't one of them.

Here is my summary, (which is very long, so if you would rather just rewatch the episode feel free to do so)

The episode starts out, with chat asking lady out. Nothing out of the ordinary. She says no, but chat takes it as a maybe. (Which is already really stupid, but I'll let it slide)

After they wrap up the escapade, Mari goes to Andre the sweetheart ice cream man, and becomes disappointed when Adrian says he can't go. (Which is not his fault, so I'm letting this slide as well)

Mari feels like a third wheel and declines Andres ice cream because she's heartbroken? (You can get ice cream any day? And it wasn't Adrian's choice either, she should know this by now?)

Andres feelings are hurt.

Cut to chat, who is waiting for ladybug, and lady isn't showing.

Cut to hawkmoth who akumatizes Andre, and then cut to mari, who feels bad about the who ordeal.

Chat blows out candles angstily (even though lady clearly said no, AND thought he was joking) and decides that lady doesn't love him.

Mari is sad about Adrian and goes out to her balcony, balcony scene happens and chat brings Mari to his date he had planned.

Mari is surprised that chat hadn't been joking this entire time (ehh it makes enough sense) and now she feels double as bad.

Andre attacks.

Chat leaps into action and ladybug comes right after. Chat is angsty, and ladybug doesn't show any kind of remorse (what?)

She says sorry, but with no meaning. (maybe bad voice acting, so I'll let this one slide as well) chat is still mad. They soon make the discovery that he doesn't hurt couples, so lady asks if they could pretend to be a couple and chat says no. (Which makes sense) then lady like 1 minute later asks the same thing and chat says yes. (What why would he say yes? ) And they pretend to be a couple but it doesn't do anything to help them?

It helps them escape but they could have done that without pretending to be a couple? Anyways, they save the day and then lady comes to go see chats surprise. He offers her a rose, and lady says she only wants to be friends.

(Chat should have still been mad at her, since she never even said sorry properly, I mean I know I would have,) and chat smiles and says that's fine, then he blasts off.

We follow chat to his room and he's smiling in his bed. Plagg tells him it's ok to be heartbroken, and that a little cheese can help, but Adrian says he isn't heartbroken, and that he's glad she sees him as a friend.

Oof that summary was longer than expected, but it was hopefully shorter than the episode.

Ok, so now that we are all refreshed, I will now list m problems with the episode, in order to make it easier to fix.

First problem, Marinette is heartbroken over the ice cream.

We can easily fix this by making it a special day, like maybe it's a blue moon that night, and Mari wanted to see it with Adrien. It could be the same for Chat with Ladybug, they wanted to see the blue moon together. He takes the, "maybe, I have plans" as a, "sure I'll make it a plan" because he really really wants it to happen, maybe even have plagg mention it, say something along the lines of, "She said she had plans," and Adrien says, "She said maybe!" (I know they already say this, but it isn't portrayed very well in my opinion.

Problem two, Ladybug never says sorry, and chat doesn't care.

Honestly, throughout the entire episode, I was waiting for ladybug to give chat a hug and just say sorry properly. Throughout most of the episode, chat looks on the brink of tears, and lady acts like she can't see it, and chat forgives her almost instantly. It would have been much more interesting to see a chat begrudgingly doing as he's told, just to save Paris, and go home.

Problem 3, Chat isn't heartbroken.

As stated in the show, we don't ever see the sensitive side of chat noir, and the show seems to want to avoid the subject. Chat got friendzoned. He says he's happy to be lady's friend, but he always was, from the start. All of this buildup, only for it to be knocked down in a single episode. Adrien should have been devistated, but then again, this is one of those "reset" type of shows, where everything must resolve before the credits roll, and it becomes very obvious with the awkward transition. You can tell that they were planning to have him heartbroken in bed, mad at ladybug, but someone said, "kids don't want meaningful character exploration, they want happy endings!"

Ok, so now I write my script doctored version of this episode. Warning, it's pretty long.

Ladybug and chat are talking it up as they help the people get off the bus.

"So, you heard about the blue moon tonight chat noir?" Lady asks.

"Yeah, when there is a full moon twice in a month? It's very rare!" Chat says, explaining to all the kids what a blue moon is. "Well, m'lady, can you visit me tonight? You know, to see it together?" Lady shakes her head.

"I have plans," lady thinks it over for a bit however, "but maybe I can come." Chat looks at the time on his baton, and realizes he has to go back home, his piano practice is almost over.

"Gotta go, see you later ladybug!" He says, as he runs off. Lady goes home and realizes that's she's almost late to go meet her friends. She runs out the door and we cut to Adrien, who is texting Nino.

"Sorry nino, father said I can't come" he's talking as he's texting. Plagg flies by and says, "you didn't even ask your dad, how do you know he'd say no?"

Adrien responds, "I have plans with ladybug remember?"

Plagg rolls his eyes. "She said that she had plans."

Adrien looks at plagg and says, "she said maybe."

We cut away from Adrien and we now see a heartbroken Mari.

"It's the blue moon, the most magical night of all, and we were going to eat Andre's ice cream, the most magical ice cream in Paris!" Mari sighs sadly as she sits down on a bench. Nino shows her the text and says, "It's never adrien's fault, so don't blaim him for not being able to show."

"I know, I know." Mari stands up and they all start looking for the ice cream cart.

Cut to chat, who's has just finished setting up the date.

"I really hope she comes." Chat says this with certainty, showing his trust in ladybug. Without having to OUTRIGHT SAY IT. (cough cough episode 12 cough cough)

Cut back to mari, who is exhausted from the chase to find the cart, and salty about Adrien. She sees alya and nino holding hands as they get their ice cream, and looks at the ground while she sits on the bench, not wanting to see it. "We can never be like them" She says, salty. Andre notices this and gives her the ice cream.

"Perfect, just like your love!" Andre says, with a smile. Mari's twisted salty head decides that she doesn't love him, because she and adrien will never be like alya and nino, so when Andre is passing the icecream to Mari, she doesn't grab it, and it falls to the ground.

"I don't love anyone." Mari says, as she stares at the fallen ice cream. Under her breath Mari says, "because no body loves me." Mari looks up at Andre who looks very sad. She realizes what happened and runs to her house. Cut to chat, who is doing the candle thing he did before because that was a really good and powerful scene and I don't want to change it. Start balcony scene, and everything is the same up until the "reveal" of the surprise to ladybug. This time, she hugs him, and you see chats eyes tearing up as she friendzones him. He lets go of the hug prematurely, and smiles, putting the rose in lady's hair. He goes back home and no more cuts to chat or Adrien so we can let the viewers draw their own conclusions. Everything is the same up until when Adrien gets the ice cream. This time, Adrien looks a little happy/sad when Andre prepares him the ladybug ice cream. Happy because he knows he still loves ladybug, but also sad because he knows she will never love him in the same way.

I'm sorry for making you read that entire thing. If you made it through, please, tell me below, which version you like more, and I really want to see your criticism of both. I'd love to have a conversation about it.

#wooliechats #long post

[homeformyheart]

until now - m!raleigh carrera x mc (plat)

author’s note: trying my hand at a shorter piece and for platinum – there will probably be at least one follow-up to this but both will stay as one-shots.

copyright: all characters owned by pixelberry studios. songs and lyrics owned by their respective creators. series/pairing: platinum – raleigh carrera x mc (cadence dorian); mentions of jessica clark (red carpet diaries mc) rating/warnings: 13+; swearing, infidelity, angst word count: 1.7k based on/prompt: “should’ve said no” by taylor swift summary: raleigh gets too drunk and too close to a fan and the only real relationship he’s ever had falls apart.

until now

cadence could recall exactly where she was the moment r&b’s timebomb blew up the internet. she couldn’t recall with detail how she felt or how she reacted in that immediate moment but she could describe the exact shade of brown from her morning latte that stained the open page of her notebook because she stared at it for a solid five minutes after the headlines broke. she was working on a new single for her upcoming album that needed an angsty, heartbreak vibe to balance the upbeat, love-focused songs she had already written. she had a few lines written (it’s strange to think the songs we used to sing / the smiles, the flowers, everything) but had been struggling with motivation to come up with anything more – after all, she hadn’t been heartbroken in a while.

she was happy in her relationship with raleigh and where she was in her career. her first world tour had been a huge success, with raleigh joining her on tour as often as he could. after her tour was over, he insisted he didn’t want to wake up in his apartment without her and it didn’t take long before cadence moved into his penthouse. a few months later, she was able to join raleigh for the beginning of his transformation world tour, his first album since deciding he could embrace the things he enjoyed from his sunset skatepark days, making it his most personal project to date. of course, whenever the music and obligations to the studio called her back to new york, they facetimed as much as they could.

dating cadence had given raleigh some of the “good boyfriend” brownie points with the public related to loyalty and affection. it helped that cadence defended him against unfair accusations and doubled down on how well he treated her to the media and their fans. and no matter what part of his reputation was theme-of-the-week over at the tabloids – shameless flirt, heartbreaker, wild card, adrenaline junkie, to name the popular ones – raleigh never gave anyone a reason to label him as a cheater and more importantly, never gave cadence any reason not to trust him. even in his fake relationships, raleigh made sure that that part of his reputation was sterling. until now.

her phone had buzzed non-stop when the news broke – to the point where she thought she was getting phone calls that sounded like a ticking time bomb but they were mostly texts and social media notifications. the headlines filled her feed one after another – “raleigh carerra cheats on cadence dorian!” “did ralence break-up?” “was cadence too boring for raleigh?” “cadence drives raleigh into arms of another woman!” – along with hundreds of theories painted by devastated and thirsty fans alike who picked apart every public appearance, interaction, social media post, and song lyric associated with the two of them for the past six months as if they could find incriminating clues and signs of a slowly fizzling relationship like amateur sleuths. cadence had to give them props – it’s not like she wouldn’t eventually do the same once she was ready to process the relationship; in some ways, the fans gave her a head start.

how was she supposed to react to this right now? the photos and videos definitely highlighted that sabrina simmons, who cadence vaguely recognized as a media-hungry and wannabe actress from one of raleigh’s older music videos, cozying up to and grinding on raleigh at a club in london, presumably the afterparty for the closing night of his tour. cadence could also point out every tell-tale sign that raleigh was drunk out of his mind; he was relishing in the attention from sabrina and being inappropriately handsy for someone in a well-known, committed relationship. what most people didn’t know, was that cadence could forgive that – raleigh was normally flirty and handsy and alcohol always exacerbated it. what she didn’t think she could forgive was the next thing she saw – or rather heard.

if cadence felt like she was close to either having a raging smash-everything-breakable-in-raleigh’s-apartment spree or an emotional-because-her-heart-was-actually-breaking meltdown, the audio clip that hit her inbox pushed her to the teetering edge of both. the recording was barely 15 seconds long but it was damning. given the circumstances, it was probably planted or planned by sabrina who wanted to catapult herself into internet fame by taking advantage of raleigh’s reputation. her voice could be heard asking him if he wanted to come back to her hotel room. the question didn’t matter to cadence though, because raleigh’s response – “fuck yes” – was clear as day and cadence knew it would haunt her for months to come.

[jessica: just saw the videos – u ok? i’m heading home to iowa for a break from work, come stay with me, no one will find you there]

cadence quickly typed out a text reply, grateful for the close friendship she had with jessica clarke, the actress-turned-director who directed the music video for her last single. there was only one call she needed to make. if anyone was already putting things in motion, it was fiona. right on cue, she picked up and before cadence could say two words, said, “i’m so sorry cadence. i’ve already got movers on the other line and hank’s on his way.”

“thanks fiona. i’m going to stay with jessica in iowa and lay low for a bit. raleigh is not allowed to find out where i am; i will get a new phone if i need to,” cadence said, calmly starting to pull out and sort her things from raleigh’s closet so the movers would know exactly what to pack while she ironed out a few more details with fiona.

raleigh was still way too drunk when his manager barged into his hotel room and forced him into the shower. he was very drunk when his security team had to half-drag him all the way to where the private jet was waiting at the airport. he was mostly drunk throughout the eight-hour flight back to new york and progressed to staggeringly hungover by the time he was in a private car heading back to his penthouse apartment. once raleigh felt like he was only massively hungover, he pulled out his phone to text cadence. he became only mostly hungover after seeing that his texts weren’t going through. in a matter of seconds, his now slightly hungover state took a backseat to the anxiety filling his stomach as he tried calling to no avail. he frowned as he opened his news feed. the headlines alone made his eyes widen but the videos were what sobered him up the rest of the way.

a new email in his inbox from cadence caught his eye. it was an audio clip and a straightforward message: just so we’re clear, our relationship is over.

cadence was halfway to the airport when she saw the incoming call from an unknown number. she knew it was probably raleigh since she had blocked his number, but she answered the call anyway. she knew she was going to need the closure, may as well get it out of the way.

“cadence? it’s me, please don’t hang up. i’m so sorry, babe. i have no idea what happened, believe me. i woke up in my own hotel room alone, i promise,” raleigh begged, the pit in his stomach had lodged itself in his throat, threatening to turn into tears.

she chose to ignore what he just said. if she let herself pull at that thread and dig into it further to see if it was the truth, she’d never be able to end things cleanly. “tell me this – was she worth it? was she worth this?” she asked, her voice hardened as a reminder to both herself and raleigh that he couldn’t sweet talk his way out of this one.

“of course not. i was black out drunk and don’t remember anything, i swear. all of the stuff in the videos and photos, it was all just—” raleigh’s voice softened, “a moment of weakness.”

“that’s convenient since i’m pretty sure this wasn’t an isolated moment,” cadence said in a clipped tone, examining her worn nail beds. she made a mental note to ask jessica for salon recommendations in her hometown. “do you honestly expect me to believe we could ever be the same?”

“i love you, cadence. i would never cheat on you, babe – you have to believe me,” raleigh pleaded, swallowing his pride at the fact that he was begging right now.

cadence let out a dry, humorless laugh. “i don’t have to do anything, those recordings speak for themselves. you should’ve known that what you did with her would get back to me. and you know what i think? you knew what you were doing. you actually had everything you could’ve ever wanted – the fame, fortune, and creative freedom that comes with success in this industry and something real with someone who cares about the real you, not the curated, fake version of you.”

she paused to take a deep breath and blink back the tears pooling in the corner of her eyes. keep it together, cadence, she told herself. “and it scared the shit out of you, didn’t it? it got too real for you because having something real and precious as love in your life also means you could lose it too. and even the thought of that happening made you feel so vulnerable that instead of treasuring and protecting it you decided to utterly destroy the only real relationship you’ve ever had. congratulations – you’ve perfected your bad boy reputation and collected the last trophy you needed, cheater.”

her words cut right through him. “i— i’m so sorry, cadence,” raleigh whispered into the phone. “i swear, i don’t remember saying yes to her or even doing anything with her. please just, tell me what i need to do to fix this.”

the audio recording replayed on loop in cadence’s mind. after a long pause, she whispered back, “you should’ve said no.” the finality of cadence’s tone was punctuated by the beep from his phone indicating she had hung up.

raleigh stood up from the couch where he had sat while on the phone with cadence. as he walked toward the bathroom, he finally looked around his apartment and realized that all of her stuff was gone. the apartment was empty, quiet, almost sterile with its clear surface areas and shiny, clean floors. it was like she had never lived here; his closet didn’t have the hint of jasmine from the perfume on her clothes, his sink counter was devoid of her jewelry and makeup, his music room wasn’t drowning in loose sheets of paper covered in her handwriting, and worst of all, the clothes she always borrowed of his, including his oversized tour shirts and sweatpants, were folded neatly on his bed.

he reached into the back corner of his closet, the side closest to the door, where no one ever stored or looked for anything until he found his gym bag. his felt around the old shirts in the bag until his fingers wrapped around a small, velvet box. he didn’t have to open it to recall the vivid five-carat emerald-cut diamond ring he had planned on proposing to cadence with. he held the box against his forehead, hand clenched around it, before throwing it as hard as he could out the bedroom door into the living room, twisting and turning his body from a crouching to an upright position in one smooth motion. maybe he should’ve been a baseball pitcher instead. it hit the far wall with a resounding thud.

the echo reverberated throughout his living room until it was met with silence, once again reminding him that he was utterly alone. and for the first time in a very long time, he cried. raleigh carrera had never been heartbroken before. until now.

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[ververa]

Can I request something really angsty? I don’t mind what Sarah character(s) it is. Also I really LOVE your account and fics. 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

Thank you so so much!!!! 

I did my best. Sorry it took me so long and sorry if this is shit. Hope you enjoy it!

@angel-of-me this is my response to your love and admiration. THANK YOU!!! And here is Sally fic for you

Another life

Sally McKenna x reader 

Warning: mentions of suicide

Words: 1.471

It was the summer after high school that you first met. It felt like a perfect match. You might have been completely different. You’re rather shy and calm, while Sally was outgoing, totally crazy and unpredictable – but in a positive way. Yet, you just clicked at once.

Why exactly did you fall? You had absolutely no idea. As people say opposites attract – and that’s how it was with you and Sally.

You’re inseparable. Wherever she went – you followed. Every evening you’re in a club together – singing the songs she had written, drinking, dancing and making out in the toilet till early morning.

You used to steal the whisky from the bar and climbed to the roof. You used to talk about the future, as if the two of you had a clue. You didn’t need to vow, you didn’t need to say a single world. She just knew you’d always be her girl. You got matching tattoos. You kept full of promises. It was always the two of you against the world and you had never planned that one day you would be losing her.

She was your beautiful thing and all beautiful things always come with edges and thorns. And with Sally that were drugs. Her addiction stood on the way to your happiness. There was no happy ending. Actually, there was no ending. One day she just disappeared.

You waited – distressing yourself, worrying that something bad may have happened to her. The last weeks of your relationship were pretty rough. You’re arguing for most of the time, but there was no doubt you loved each other.

There was nobody quite like her. No one could ever make you sadder, but at the same time no one else could lift you high above. Only Sally.

She definitely wasn’t a perfect one to start a family with. Your parents never really liked her, but even when she was gone, you couldn’t forget. How could you do that? She was the only person you had ever loved.

You started a career as a singer and left the city. You got married to a man you didn’t love – hoping it would help you to forget. But it didn’t. No money could ever buy you happiness. You lost it with Sally – the one that got away.

You kept on blaming yourself for all that happened. You wished you could get one more chance. Cause in another life you wouldn’t let her go. You would make her stay… In another life you would be her girl.

Sally had never forgotten about you either. In her head she could still see your beautiful face. Though all she had were only memories. There was that one time every year – the summer – when she just couldn’t think of anything else, but you. Then when she got drunk, as usually, she was telling Liz about you.

In her stories you were that girl, who she liked years ago, when she was younger. You’re her sweetheart – the only person who showed her what love was all about.

“Every day we started fighting, but every night we were in love” she kept on saying wiping tears that always managed to escape “I don’t know what I was doing… We just fell apart. And now…” she took another sip on her whisky “I cannot find her. But when I do… we’ll get a brand new start”

Liz were usually only shaking her head and saying that Sally’s crazy and drunk.

But Sally didn’t care any more. She didn’t care if she lose her mind or not, for she already was cursed. Dead. Stuck in that terrible, lifeless place – called hotel Cortez – forever.

She kept on living her memories, because even though it hurt, it was still making her afterlife more bearable. She was in love with a fairytale. The memory of you. The time you had together. The time when you’re sweethearts and when everything was fine.

Her life was deprived of any kind of joy, because nothing and nobody could replace you. She was looking for a soul that would match with hers, but she had already lost hope she would ever find one. She kept on collecting though, because it’s the only entertainment she could afford.

She kept on watching the hotel guest. They’re all so pathetic and boring. She didn’t even want to look at them any more, but was there anything else she could do?

Nobody managed to catch her attention, until that one evening, when everyone got absolutely crazy.

They were cleaning, supplying the bar with alcohol, even brought roses and champagne to the biggest room. And all that for the new guest.

Iris forbade her to interrupt or mess around, so Sally was watching from afar how a group of men carried luggages and boxes of different sizes upstairs. Then she saw two muscular security guards and right after them a woman. She had dark glasses and was dressed all in black. Long coat and a wide-brimmed hat made it unable to see her properly. That made Sally curious.

She wanted to know who the woman was. Why everyone knew her when she walked through the lobby. And then it happened. Sally heard Liz and Iris talking to the stranger.

“Mrs Y/N…”

She didn’t move. For a mere second Sally was sure she must have, indeed, lost her mind. It couldn't be you. That seemed too surreal.

She panicked and before you managed to get close enough to notice her, she disappeared.

Sally was confused. She was afraid that it may be only a delusion, that you weren’t real. Only late at night did she get enough courage to go to your room.

She made sure you’re alone and knowing you’re not able to see her, she just got into the room.

It really was you. Though you looked different. You’re skinnier than before. Your skin was paler. Your hair was shorter and had different colour. She couldn’t help, but noticed dark circles under your eyes. And most importantly your eyes – there was no joy in them. Your smile was goon too.

You seemed to be someone completely different. No wonder, it’d been almost 20 years.

But then she saw you looking at your wrist – where you had tattooed a little heart. Sally watched you carefully as you slid your fingers across the tattoo.

“Oh, sweetheart” you said out loud

Sally was confused at first. Only after a while she realised that, apparently, it was something you were doing – talking to the little heart as if you’re talking to her. She watched as you stood up and took a glass to pour yourself whisky.

“If you had only known…” you continued

“Known what?” Sally stood in front of you

That sudden appearance made you drop the glass – which shattered on the floor. You’re looking at her. Right in her eyes, when one of the guards entered

“Mrs...”

“Out!” you cut him off

The man looked at you surprised. It must have looked at least weird – the glass all over the floor and you standing there and staring at something or rather somebody he couldn’t see. But who was he to object or say anything.

“So?” Sally repeated, as you’re alone again “If I had known what?” she arched her eyebrow

“How much I missed you…”

Before she managed to say anything you’re already in her arms. A few tears streamed down her cheek. You wiped them gently and kissed her. Her skin and lips were like ice.

“My God, you’re so cold” you said; your voice shaking

“I know. I know… It’s because…” she hesitated

“You’re dead” you finished the sentence for you

“Yes. Dead and stuck here”

“Stuck?”

“Yeah” she shrugged

“Y-you mean like f-forever?”

“I guess” she tried to laugh, but failed

You looked deep into her teary brown eyes and then your gaze fastened on the bottle of sleeping pills, that was on your night table. Sally immediately figured out what was on your mind and when you moved to grab them, she stopped you.

“Y/N, no!”

“You don’t want me?”

“Of course I do! It’s just… I can’t let you kill yourself…”

“You know what? Bite me! I’m not going to waste another twenty years of my life… If there’s an afterlife… there’s nobody I’d want to spend it with, but you”

Sally wiped the tears that were springing into her eyes all the time. She let you take the pills and then rinse them down with whisky.

“I love you” you said laying on the bed feeling your eyes becoming heavier with every second

“I love you too” Sally cried hugging you

You smiled caressing her cheek. You got the chance. You got to be her girl and you’re going to be together forever. Just you and Sally in another life.

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[elliot-orion]

What the Fuck Even is IN the DHU?

Finally! The last part in this little “what the fuck” worldbuilding series! This is just going to be a quick refresh for everyone on all the lil and big stories in the DHU that i’ve got written/partly written/planned, as more of a masterpost than a real worldbuilding post. I’m not including absolutely everything bc there are plenty things that are just half baked ideas, so these are only the big ones with enough development to call a story really. If you want to catch up on the series, check here: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. Let’s go!

Sparks Fly: The matriarch story of this whole disaster. 3 not so upstanding members of society fall in love and sort of save the world, idk, it’s chaotic. This is where Sparky, Hall, and Scout are from, which i throw in bc i talk about Sparky far too much. It’s a full sized novel, and i just finished Draft 3. 

Sing For Me: #2 of the 3 full sized novels, as of writing this post of course. Villain falls in love with Hero, terribly angsty, the works. It’s kinda paused indefinitely bc of reasons and also it just kind of sucks and needs Lots Of WorkTM. 

Oliver’s Story: #3 of the full sized novels. Currently untitled, but it’s about Oliver, the Time Elemental, and All His Shit bc the boy is a disaster. 95% about how shitty the SA is, 5% about how fucking cute Spencer and Oliver are about. Angsty as fuck. 

The shorter stories/novellas/stories of undetermined length below cut!

All The Dead and Dying Things: a completed story about 20,000 ish words that featured on the briefly lived side blog i made for the DHU. It sucked but i loved the characters, so i might edit it up a bit and post it on WattPad at some point, probably won’t, its up in the air. It was about a Villain Mob Boss and his boy toy Hero who was betrayed by the SA when they found out he was dating Villain Mob Boss, with the side plot of a couple others in the gang (boy toy makes it sound bad sorry, they are grossly in love and cute as fuck).

Hell in High Heels: The other completed story that featured on that side blog before i shut the thing down. Sucked less than Dead and Dying, but wasn’t great. This one was about badass 1940s lesbians, and also about how shitty the SA is. It’s an ongoing theme. I took this down with the side blog, so you can’t read it right now, same with the above, but it might go on WattPad. This is more likely to go up than Dead and Dying. 

Wildfire: Wildfire is the story that was going to go on the side blog after those two ran out, but i shut the blog down before this could go up. It’s about the Fire Elemental, Blaise (yea i know the name is cheesy, the SA gave it to him ok), and his struggles with the SA, bc half my stories are about that tbh. It was poetic as fuck and actually pretty well written? i loved writing it so much. It’s never been shared, and i’ve never really talked about it either, but it’s finished and everything so there’s that. This one likely will go on WattPad at some point in time.

Morty Heart: Now we move onto the more tentatively planned stories in the DHU. Morty Heart is the Death Elemental, and i’ve got like 3 plot lines/stories proposed for him but have not decided which i will actually do and when i shall do them. But he’s cool. 

Lily Pad Inn: This is a story ive been trying and failing to write for like, a year, but there is absolutely no plot involved, it is just a Soft Thing, so it’s not going anywhere. Basically there is this absolute sunshine boy named Matty, who isn’t a Super, but who creates an inn that is a haven for Villains to find peace and a family for a while. He’s an ICON and i love him and his family. 

There are also vague “we should do that at some point” ideas, like a coffee shop au story that was meant to show civilian Super’s lives, but also others with Baz, the Sparks Fly triad’s son, and another with Winry and Anna Grace, two kiddos in the Dead and Dying story. Basically, Gen 2 of the DHU. And various short stories/one shots, like one for Poison and Sparky when he was young. Those won’t happen for a VERY long time though. 

But, uh... now you know why when i talk about this world i say it is MASSIVE AS FUCK, bc this isnt even close to the comprehensive list of all the ideas ive had for this world. Looking at my notes, there are at least 9 half ideas i haven’t brought up, that range from a one shot to having the possibility of being a full novel. So yea. 

If you have any questions about any of these stories, feel free to ask them! all the ones listed here i have a ton of info on and would love to infodump!! Also if there is more stuff you want to know about the DHU, i can extend this series if needed. But that’s all for now folks!

@albatris @ageekyreader @dreamcontagion @ashesconstellation @merigreenleaf @piscesintherain @norawritess @knightedwriter @shadow-maker @samplewriting A SIDE NOTE: More Hell than Hero does NOT actually take place in the DHU. It is an extremely similar universe and i was really a dumbass for not putting it in the DHU, and like, if i work on that again it will be shifted into the DHU, but as of now, it isn’t actually a part of this so it isn’t listed. :p

#the only reason it wasnt in the DHU was because i didnt want to work in the explanations of the dark heart #and just wanted superheroes to go unquestioned like in other things #so yea #im a dumbass #worldbuilding #dark heart universe #dhu #sparks fly #morty heart #sing for me #lily pad inn

[ikesenhell]

Again.

Again., Chapter 1--a collaboration by myself and @a-shout-to-the-void​ AKA Vaya. You can find all other IkeSen works of mine here, hers here, or become a Patron of mine! NOTES: ALRIGHT time for a short ‘Yesha Gets Real’. This story is going to hurt. There is no way around it. A major character is going to die midway through, and it is going to hurt very, very much. We will not be making that any less than it is going to be. If you are very very attached to the characters, please take caution and take care of yourself. We wanted to give the heads up beforehand because we know that this is going to be immensely angsty in some regards. ALSO: Umeka belongs to @war--lords​! Thank you so much!

AUDIO TRANSCRIPT:

Dispatcher: 911, what’s your emergency?

CALLER: I--hi, yeah, so--uh, I don’t know--I don’t really know--

Dispatcher: Ma’am, what seems to be the situation?

CALLER: [Five second pause] One of my neighbors is outside.There’s--it’s just a lot of blood, there’s a lot of it everywhere--

Dispatcher: On who?

CALLER: It’s her and her husband. Her husband is just lying there, she’s hanging all over him--

Dispatcher: What’s the address? CALLER: [ADDRESS REDACTED] --you might have to give a pass to the security before you can get in the neighborhood, I--

Dispatcher: That won’t be a problem, ma’am. Did you hear any shots? Is there a shooter?

CALLER: I--no. No, there were no shots. It--no screaming, either. That’s a lot of blood. It’s getting in my gutters…

Dispatcher: Is there any danger you’re aware of?

CALLER: Not that I know of. I--I think she killed him. No one else was there. I mean, there was a weird car earlier but you know, Jehovah’s witnesses come by sometimes, even though we called the cops on them once--

Dispatcher: Police are on their way, ma’am. Stay on the line with me.

CALLER: Okay. Should I go outside and see if he needs help?

Dispatcher: No. Stay inside.

[Several minutes of silence. Sirens become audible]

Dispatcher: Are you still there?

CALLER: Yeah. I’m just--I’m just watching. He’s not moving. Neither is she. I--okay. Alright. I see the police.

Dispatcher: Alright. I’m going to hang up now, ok? You should be fine.

CALLER: Right. Right. Thank you. Oh my god. It’s all over my lawn…

[Call disconnects]

---

The next man on the train stood entirely too close. Ieyasu winged out his elbows until he made his point very clear, scowling as the offender scurried further to the side. Good. Sparks sprayed past the window as they scraped hard along the tunnels, the wail echoing through their cab.

Soon--and not nearly soon enough--it was his stop. Ieyasu triple-checked all his pockets before stepping off onto the platform, pushing his way through the sluggish crowd. A beat hammered out on trash can lids echoed in the stairwell. Someone tried to push a mixtape on him. Halfway up the steps he realized he’d never even picked up his coffee from the counter and swore loudly to himself.

This wasn’t going to be his day, was it?

Fine. Ieyasu re-shouldered his bag and set his headphones to noise cancelling. At least it wasn’t too much further. Checking his watch for the thousandth time, Ieyasu reassured himself that he was on time as ever (he’d long ago started taking the earlier trains, god knew they were always late) and crossed over the busy street to the massive marble building he called an office. Outside someone was fielding a protest. Ignoring them, he shoved his way through the glass doorway and swiped a badge, nodding at security. Just another day in one of the highest courts in the land.

“You’re late,” Mitsuhide drawled as he shoved his way inside the office doors.

“No I’m not.” Ieyasu checked his watch anyway, realizing at the last second that this was exactly the reaction Mitsuhide wanted. Shooting the man a fierce scowl, he tugged off his trenchcoat and went to fling it on the coat rack, realizing at the last second that he’d worn one that looked just like the--far nicer--grey one already there.

Goddamnit. Mitsunari Ishida had bought himself a new coat, and not only was it nicer than his, it was designer. This really, really wasn’t going to be a good day. Thoroughly invested in ignoring that, Ieyasu frowned at the row of desks, each stacked high with reams of paper and notations and folders and thick reference books. “Where’s Nobunaga?”

“I imagine he’s in a meeting,” Mitsuhide sighed lazily, going over something with a highlighter. “Do I look like Umeka?”

“Did someone call me?” Their secretary peered out of the break room. Though he’d never admit it, Ieyasu liked her just fine. She was competent (the major sticking point) and slightly shorter than him, with straight black hair and dark eyes that just as easily transformed to flint as crinkled with a laugh.

“No, but at least you showed,” he scoffed. “Could you make me some coffee?”

She wrinkled her nose at him. “You usually make your own. Sugar? Milk? Dash of lemon for the lemon boy?”

Mitsuhide almost bellowed a laugh, fumbling the highlighter between fits of giggles. Ieyasu frowned even harder. “Black is fine.”

The door swung open behind him. In stalked Nobunaga Oda, tall and assured as ever. Ieyasu had been lucky, he knew, to start his career at the great behemoth that was Azuchi, handpicked from the masses by Nobunaga himself. Luckier still to move with him from private practice to the attorney general’s office. Nobunaga Oda cut through the mindless chatter that muddled the law, speaking clearly and plainly, if not harshly. For three years, Ieyasu had worked closely with the man and still a shiver traversed his spine when Nobunaga spoke. He set the bar impossibly high with everything he did; his youth, his charisma, his skill, his success. Ieyasu hated and admired him in equal measure.

“Mr. Oda,” Umeka greeted him immediately. “Good morning.”

He flashed her an approving glance but didn't directly address her. Instead he focused like a laser on Ieyasu. “Are you busy with the McDiehl case?”

“I was planning on getting to that--”

“Here.” Without warning, Nobunaga shuffled through his papers and thrust a folder into his arms. “You have another.”

Ieyasu nearly dropped the thick bundle, grasping it at the last second. “I--”

“I was just sent over a case that has the potential to be an actual challenge. The paperwork is already immense.” Nobunaga waved a stack of papers that looked like it could knock a man flat and grinned anyway. “Regardless, you can have that case.”

Mitsuhide folded his fingers together and rested his chin on the lattice. “Is that the Ailes case?”

The Ailes case? Ieyasu flipped it open. It certainly was. “Isn’t this just an open and shut first degree murder? Woman was caught in a cul-de-sac with her dead husband after she stabbed him?”

“Yes. I don’t have time for it.” How did he always manage to make everything sound so condescending? “Prove yourselves to me.”

Ieyasu took a beat. “‘Yourselves’?”

Oh no. Mitsuhide’s sudden wolf-grin was so telling that he wished he hadn’t asked. “Of course. Who do you think is doing research?”

No. No. As desperately as Ieyasu wished, it didn't stop Mitsunari Ishida from barging in the door with a bundle of unorganized papers under his arm, silvery hair askew and glasses hanging by a single limb from his purple sweater-vest, a bright smile on his lips.

“Ishida!” Nobunaga took the coffee from Umeka’s outstretched hand (coffee that was meant for Ieyasu) and sipped it. “You’re working with Tokugawa on the Ailes case.”

“What was that?” Hideyoshi Toyotomi followed him in, a lunch box in one hand and a smile on his mouth. “Did I hear that right?”

Nobunaga pointed at Hideyoshi. “Your clearance shouldn’t work anymore.”

“Security is taking their time,” Mitsuhide drawled as if he had nothing to do with it, getting up to greet his husband. “Thank you.”

“Just because I moved into HR doesn’t mean I can’t come by my old office sometimes. Here, love.” The two men exchanged a quick peck on the lips. “Did I hear Mitsunari is getting to work research and prep with Ieyasu?”

Mitsunari looked ready to vibrate out of his skin with delight. “I can’t wait to get started! This is such a fascinating case--you should see the notes on the lividity--”

Ieyasu wondered if he could swallow cyanide and get out of it that way. Knowing Mitsuhide, there was some in his desk. “Type them up and put them on my desk, then.”

“But there’s also fascinating testimony by--”

“Type it up,” he hissed. “No handwriting. No one can read your brainless chicken scratch.”

“Perfect.” Nobunaga straightened his tie as if all was well, nodding at the others. “I’ll be in my office.”

#Ikesen #Ikemen Sengoku #Ikesen Modern Au #Ikesen Ieyasu #Ikesen Mitsunari #ikesen Nobunaga #Ikesen Mitsuhide #Ikesen Hideyoshi #Bi!Hideyoshi #Bi!Mitsuhide #HideHide #Bi!Ieyasu #Bi!Mitsunari #Again. #Vaya Collab #Ieyasu Tokugawa #Lawyer Ieyasu #Lawyer Mitsunari #Nobunaga Oda #Mitsunari Ishida #Hideyoshi Toyotomi #mitsuhide akechi

[thisgirlhastales]

after that last anon you answered, i'm now curious about how you pace your stories! i'm usually a little too excited for all the things i want to happen, so i do a lot of skipping ahead and getting to the meat for a fast-paced story. but!! your space cowboy stories are SO GOOD and i know they wouldn't be the same with my kind of pacing, so yeah. i'm curious ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Hi there, honey! :D *hugs*

Okay, this was another question I had to think about for a long time … I often conflate pacing and overall story structure, so fair warning, that is probably gonna happen here.

I’m going to start off with a fairly obvious fact, which is that different stories require different pacing, and that the rules in fanfiction, I find, are a little looser.

This is because we rarely need much exposition in fanfiction, since we’re assuming our readers already know these characters and these settings, so we don’t have to worry too much about explanations or descriptions. That being said, there is always some world-building (particularly in AUs), and that can be pretty challenging to insert without disrupting the … narrative flow, I guess?

There’s a sort of … ebb and flow, overall, to a story. There are quiet times and loud times. There’s talking and then there’s action. Now, the other reason why I say fanfiction is different is because I am perfectly happy reading a story that is literally just characters being domestic, or having emotional conversations (communication, I love it so much) or … every other fun trope in fandom.

I think the way I’ve always approached pacing is to fret about it in the planning stage. Once I start writing, I’m very character-focused, so my main concern is keeping everybody as in-character and “realistic” as possible, since I usually already have an outline with all the plot/emotional beats in place (written or up in my head). But pacing does come up at times even when I have most of the story planned, and I think the biggest indicator of a pacing issue is when you get stuck while writing.

Getting stuck isn’t always about that narrative flow — there are hundreds of reasons why I get writer’s block — but I have found that sometimes it’s because I’m writing something that’s disrupting the flow. Sometimes it’s a dialogue scene that runs too long, and characters are saying/explaining things that I could just show or summarize in a descriptive paragraph. Sometimes it’s a scene that’s totally redundant, period, and I scrap it entirely. 

In other words, skipping ahead and getting to the meat is totally valid on occasion ;D 

As for the space cowboys … *throws hands in the air* … Here’s a look as to how that mess got organized into a semi-coherent flow of words — massive, likely incoherent ramble under the cut!

First off: a one-story example — The Six-Gun Sound.

That story has the most basic pacing ever. Action scene at the start, exposition/dialogue scene right after that sets up the main plot/motive for the characters, followed by a steady build that goes right into that heist. The heist then slowly builds until BAM. Everything goes wrong, there are literal explosions, and then a climax of both the main plot-line and the emotional plot-line. (There is pacing set for both of those when I plan, usually. The plot informs the emotional beats and vice versa, depending on which is more important at any given time.)

In shorter words: action, calm, build-up to more action, big action, calm, and then the resolution. That kind of “ebb and flow” is basically how most stories work, I believe. If you have that going on in your tales, then I think you’re golden :D

I totally break those rules in many of my other tales, but, yeah. There it is ;)

Now, secondly: the entire Trouble’s Making Everything All Right series.

That is just … well, a giant mess, but it’s one that I find works for me? I might be confusing pacing with other parts of narrative structure, but overall, there’s a certain ebb and flow that leads to the first huge climax (which I believe is Short Change Heroes). Um, I’m going to try and explain and hope that it helps you?

Trouble Coming is essentially my expositional story (though I initially had no idea how long this series would go). If, for example, in your own writing you feel like “skipping” all that establishing information, well, I’m gonna be horrible and give you that old cliché — show and don’t tell (much).

I still had to explain some stuff in that story, but having no Team Voltron, having Lance and Keith sitting around that poker table, cheating at cards (Keith), and flirting as a distraction (Lance), while being tough as nails, pretty much establishes that something not good has happened. Especially as Keith worries about making ends meet.

Following that, the attack afterwards, which they treat as business as usual, barely blinking at the deaths they cause … Again, I don’t think I needed to tell you guys that they had been through some bad stuff. And they were continuing to go through some bad stuff. I don’t actually explain much until more than halfway through the story, when they’re back at the inn and there’s a moment of calm. (Again, I’m not great at pacing, but I tried to put a bit of ebb and flow in this series as a whole.) (Action at the beginning, sort of, and then calm.)

Six Gun Sound is pretty much all action, and it retroactively explains partially how Lance and Keith came to be the way they are (and how they got together ;D), and since you’ve already seen how jaded and broken they are in Trouble Coming, I like to think it makes for a sharper, harsher contrast to see them more … good just as they cross that line into becoming The Two McClains. (Lots of action/emotional conflict.)

Following that action-filled, emotional story, we’ve got Broken Bone World, which jumps forward to the more jaded Lance and Keith, but this time, we get to see them relax and perfectly in love with each other — and generally more settled in their new mercenary existence. (More calm.)

And then, Shuffling Madness, back in the past, is lots of action, lots of suffering — I hoped that seeing them as Paladins after three stories as space cowboys would be quite impactful in hindsight? Basically, seeing them being so optimistic about their chances makes you wince on their behalf because you, as the reader, already know how they end up. (Plenty of action/emotional turmoil.)

This is the point where the series is actually building towards the main climax. I had hinted at Keegin Dras going all the way back to the first story. But Paradise City is where the tension, um, kicks up, I guess (some of y’all may remember that cliffhanger? Er, sorry?) (Build-up to lots of action with a sudden stop and cliffhanger.)

I really like contrast, so this is my own personal opinion/writing style, but, um, yeah, there you go.

Edit: Damn, I totally forgot to mention Heaven Above You, which was probably one of my favourites to write — it prolongs the tension between Paradise City and Short Change Heroes, but also, while it isn’t too heavy on the action, I think of it is as still tension building because it shows that defining moment when Lance chose to take a life that wasn’t a direct threat to him. It’s an almost purely expositional story, but it sets up the emotional conflict of Short Change Heroes, while Paradise City sets up the main plot conflict?(Bit of action, mostly calm, but lots of emotional turmoil.)

Short Change Heroes is a damn disaster, but it’s a disaster I kinda really loved writing. There are just so many conversations. It really shouldn’t have had that many dialogue scenes. Holy crap, that war council is a story in and of itself, and I am definitely not Tolkien, holy crap, no. 

But, um, here’s where I contradict myself and say — I didn’t care about pacing, I just wanted to get these people (Team Voltron + The Two McClains) actually talking because communication rocks, and they absolutely would’ve wanted to talk a ton after a year apart. 

I did try and chop up some of the dialogue/exposition with a few action-type scenes (the interrogation scene, then that gang ambush, and that brief attack during the war council), but those scenes were also key to the plot-line and the emotional stuff. I was focused on pacing when I chose where to place those scenes, so that things would feel balanced and move forward smoothly. 

So, if in your own writing, you feel like you want to skip ahead, but you also feel like whatever information you need to impart (or interaction these characters need to have) is important to the plot/pacing (e.g. you need a quiet moment before battle or you need to show off an action scene before you can get to that juicy emotional resolution), find a way to make it fun for you to tell! I am a sucker for gritty honesty or sappy confessions or no-holds-barred arguing, so that’s how I handle some exposition. I love creating angsty situations instead of just explaining that someone’s had a bad time. 

Basically, in summation: I try to keep action and moments of stillness somewhat balanced. 

— A huge burst of action demands a longer moment of quiet/reflection, or a longer emotional conversation and/or resolution afterwards. 

— A massive emotional fight/discussion demands that the characters either have time apart or some kind of quiet/temporary peace after (even if the fight isn’t resolved right away or the discussion hasn’t unloaded everything in their heads). 

This is my preferred rhythm to story-telling, both on small (one story) or large (series) scales. This way a story doesn’t feel too stilted, or overly long (too many quiet moments?), or like it isn’t letting up/allowing the reader to settle (too many action moments?) — an even rhythm/flow carries the reader along easily (hopefully). 

I break these rules of mine often, but this is a general rant ;D

I really, really hope this has helped you, that this hasn’t bored you to death, and that I haven’t been totally nonsensical. I am honestly not even sure I answered this question at this point — it kinda just turned into a freakishly long ramble. *sweats* Sorry! 

You are very kind to ask, and I am so grateful to you! Best of luck with the writing, dear! *all the hugs*

#voltron #the two mcclains #space cowboys #on writing #rants and ramblings #answering the kind folks who ask stuff :) #jilliancares

[quess-writes]

Could you write something dark and a little angsty for Xanxus and Squalo? Like their s/o needs a heart transplant and they're going to get one, by any means necessary. (Haha sorry it's super specific)

//Nah be as specific as you want I really don’t mind. Squalo’s turned out longer than expected and Xaxnus’s shorter than I expected//

//On a side note: a heart transplant surgery requires approximately 4 hours//

Xanxus

5 hours left...

It was after a raid. A raid in which he once held great pride over.

It was an assassination of a alcohol company - which in itself wouldn’t have been notable, but this time it was a special sort of mission commissioned by the scum of a boss, Sawada Tsunayoshi, himself. Not that Xanxus really listened to him, he would’ve gone after the target anyways. After all, any rats tainting the Vongola name must be exterminated.

He got the general gist of what they stole: a powerful formula to disable the circulatory system. Turns out they’ve been planning to sneak it through the border in one of their branded wine barrels.

Time, location, numbers, and percentage - it’s all he needed. Scum was scum no matter what they stole. It didn’t matter to him.

Later that week, Squalo and the men he deployed came back with crates full of tequila and bourbon.

He barely lost any of his men (not that he cared as much - anything was better to get Squalo over his bitching), the mission succeeded within the calculated time, got rid of the rats and more, the worst injury the Varia dealt was an amputated leg, and the best part of all, he barely had to get off his ass.

And he had you to thank for it.

Not that he would admit it outright of course. But being the newest member of the Varia Elite, you took over as Squalo’s other half in battle; a competent leader with sharp instincts. Ever since you came, the rate of successful missions went up by four percent and well, let’s just say missions weren’t the only thing you succeeded at.

It was no secret you and Xanxus were in some sort of physical and emotional bond. It wasn’t a normal “relationship” per say but at least he actually gave a damn about you.

So to celebrate, Xanxus took you out on a nice date (which never happened to hookers or escorts he brought home before you).

That night, you confessed going steady.

“Let’s stop beating around the bush like some Disney rom-com. I like you Xanxus. More than just a fuck buddy- err... fuck subordinate?”

That night, you felt like you heart stopped when he said “yes”.

“I wouldn’t have taken scum out on a fucking date, idiot. You were mine to begin with.”

“Well, aren’t you prince charming?”

“Shut the fuck up and drink your wine. I’m giving you time until I finish this bottle. I’ve been dying to fuck your over my-.”

“Dammit Xanxus we’re in public.”

That night, you mumbled the sweetest words in his ears.

That night, you kissed him like it was your last.

That night, you were embraced by his warmth and love.

That night, you slept together.

That night, you never woke up.

Xanxus was greeted with your cold and unmoving body - the first thought he had was to quickly grab his guns and shoot the bastard who killed you. But after he sensed he was alone, he quickly grabbed you and hunted down Lussuria.

Turns out the raid you led wasn’t as successful as he initially thought. The worst immediate injury was an amputated leg. The worst, torturous injury was a biochemical pathogen from the small cut on your leg.

He had so little time - having not noticed you were slowly decaying from the inside out all night. And even less time when he went on a rampage trying to kill anything to sate his wrath. Squalo eventually shook him out of it when he said you needed a heart transplant now or else.

4 hours left...

Turns out, he couldn’t find a single donor or sacrifice that was compatible with you. And your breath was already fleeting by the second. Your skin was paling, a patchwork of purple and blue from your corroded flames. Spasms, foaming, and speech inability.

It sickened him to see you like this. He felt so powerless. It was like being encapsulated in that fucking ice again. Awake but unable to act.

3 hours, 59 minutes left...

Eventually he did find one. One in his immediate vicinity that was guaranteed at least 99% of your survival. Time was ticking and he had to make a choice. It was either you-

3 hours, 58 minutes left...

- or one of his most loyal men -

3 hours, 57 minutes left...

Superbi Squalo.

Squalo

You weren’t exactly the most physically strong, nor were you psychologically. So it was a wonder why you ever betrothed a man that required both. It was a taxing relationship, sure, but you loved your prideful little shark. Despite his profession, he was one of the most respectful individual you’ve ever met. He was protective but not possessive. He was constantly on edge and stressed from work yet always made time for you. He gave you his loyalty and love, which you returned with equal, if not more, ardor.

His favourite place to spend time with you was your in your family’s cafe. Good coffee, wine, desserts, and company. What more could he want? It was also there that he first met you. You weren’t a civilian to say, but you definitely weren’t involved in the mafia completely either. So when you saw his bloodied and ragged half-dead body in the back alleyway of your family’s shop, you hid and nursed him back to health. He wasn’t exactly the picture-perfect guest with his incessant screaming and refusal to accept aid but you somehow managed to come to an agreement when you told him he wasn’t indebted to you.

(You later found out it was because he didn’t want to endanger you or your family because of your kindness.)

Not that he agreed before he left. After a couple months of absence, Squalo suddenly showed up to your doorstep, in guise of wanting to “pay off his debt”. Your family took him in with open arms; your mother always waggling her eyebrows at you whenever you were alone with him and your father patting him on the back after protecting the store from some spiteful reviewers.

Your relationship followed naturally after that. You sought his respectable and sometimes adorable demeanor and he sought after your solace in contrast to his cruel world.

What he should’ve expected was that cruel world following his trail.

It was the a chilly fall day. He was heading over to the cafe after his meeting with an allied famiglia took longer than he expected. In his pocket was a wedding ring. Not one for dramatics, he already confessed that he’d propose to you sometime in the near future and you already said yes.

Squalo knew not to fall in love, to allow his loyalty to split between the man he’d follow til death and the woman he’d love until death did you part. He also knew the innate dangers that would follow you and yet you still agreed. He told you about everything - the stress, dangers, betrayal, trust - it wasn’t like he wanted to deter you away from him but he needed to.

Despite all that, you still remained loyal.

Too bad that loyalty costed you your life.

He heard gunshots and screaming from your direction.

He rushed over as fast as he could.

But it was too late.

The windows were shattered, civiliians ran, and the gunner shot himself. In the middle was you - bloodied and just barely hanging on the last thread of life with your parents desperately trying to reach the paramedics.

Squalo’s heart cracked and steeled, calling Lussuria and Mammon on the phone. Deaths weren’t uncommon, hell, being in the Varia meant facing certain doom on the daily. But seeing to someone he cared for like this? ...resurfaced painful memories.

You were rushed to the mafia’s top private medics while your parents wept silently in the waiting room. Squalo blamed himself, he blamed the damn meeting, and the damn gunner. But he had to stay calm - if not for himself, for you and your parents.

When news came that you needed a heart transplant, he his heart nearly split in two. He knew from experience how fucking painful a heart transplant was. There wasn’t even a word to describe the sensation. But above all else, he knew that a compatible donor was extremely difficult to find.

And lo and behold, there were no donors in the vicinity.

You only had a couple hours left. Time was ticking.

He had to make a split second decision.

No donors, but two sacrifices.

He ground his teeth together, knowing that you could never forgive him after this - he wouldn’t either.

He steeled his heart, and made sure his blade was sharpened. It was. It always was.

He loomed over the crying pair.

He whispered sweet nothings to your parents, reassuring your survival.

They tried to smile and comfort him as well through the salty tears and hoarse wails.

He steeled his heart.

To save you.

#squalo just can't win in either scenarios #also btw #wouldn't it be funny if i said or one of his most loyal men - Levi #i was going to #i really wanted to #khr scenarios #khr imagines #varia #squalo superbi #xanxus #tyl! #current #take your pick

[skimmonsfiction]

Death Eater’s Daughter, Ch6

Cowritten with @happypugfics

*SEQUEL TO BIG BAD WOLF & SLYTHERIN TO MY HEART* The other fics in the Slytherin to My Heart Universe can be found in chronological order HERE.

Read on: FF.net or Ao3

A/N: WE’RE SO SORRY! Life has gotten in the way but we’re trying to get back to posting this! Let’s start you off with an angsty one!

Chapter 6 (Crucio):

"Crucio!" Jemma's hands flew to her head and she grabbed her hair with her fists as the searing pain split through her entire body. She bit her tongue until she could taste blood as she slid down against the wall. She was determined not to scream, she wouldn't give Cal the pleasure. Her body was shaking, writhing in pain, but she didn't make a sound. If Jemma hadn't known it was all just a spell, she would have assumed she was either being skinned alive or burning at the stake. Every inch of her body felt like it was being dug into by something sharp, and her palms actually were. Her fists were clenched so tightly that her nails cut into them.

        "You go ahead and try to stay strong, mudblood," Cal laughed manically, pacing a few steps back and forth in front of her. For a moment, Jemma was sure she was going to die, but her willpower was stronger than anything else and she held fast, curled up into a ball and taking the pain. "But you'll break, I know you will. And when you do break… you won't crack, you won't crumble... you'll shatter. You'll shatter into a million pieces and no one will be able to put you back together again." Jemma believed his words. It felt like she was shattering, that was for sure. She made the mistake of glancing up at Skye's father, and his twisted smile would be seared into her brain for all of eternity. His wrist flicked with the wand still in it, and another intense wave of pain broke the dam she'd built and flooded her entire body. A scream ripped through her lungs and out of her throat, amplified by the empty room and echoing in her ears.         She could feel it in her head, like the sound was actually rattling around inside her skull, liquefying her brain, and Jemma realized that if she had a wand at this moment, the first thing she would do was kill herself. She felt guilty for even thinking about leaving Skye behind like that, but then she shoved the thought out of her mind. She would not think about Skye right now, she didn't want to associate her with this pain.         Just when Jemma was sure she couldn't take it any longer, it all stopped. She looked up at Cal with a pleading look in her eyes, begging him not to do it again. Her breath came in short gasps and it felt impossible that she wasn't actually physically injured anywhere. She was shaking, she couldn't control the spasms that shuddered through her body every few seconds. "What- what are you trying to prove?" Jemma cried, wishing she hadn't said anything the minute she saw Cal's face. He had shed his sadistically entertained expression and now chose one of anger.         "It will all play out, you'll see. Daisy will see how weak you really are, and she'll join me." He growled like he was disgusted with Jemma, like she was some sick creature of lower value, and she was just in his way. He held up his wand again, and to Jemma the small wooden thing now seemed more like a weapon than the amazing, awe-inspiring object that convinced her magic was a real thing back when she was eleven.         "No, please." Jemma begged, trying to mentally prepare herself for what was to come, even though it was an impossible task. Cal's smile returned, it was clear he enjoyed watching Jemma beg for mercy.         "Crucio!" It all started over again, but this time Jemma didn't hesitate to shriek. If Cal wanted her to scream, she would do it, anything to possibly shorten her torture. The feeling of agony that felt like it was shredding her body apart didn't go away, and she could feel her mind slowly slipping already. My name is Jemma Simmons, I am eighteen years old, and my girlfriend is Skye Johnson. I'm here because I was trying to protect her. Jemma answered the questions in her head, the ones the nurses had asked her when she'd gotten a concussion last year. She was crying now, tears were streaking down her face, but it wasn't because of the torture. She missed Skye, and she didn't know if she'd ever see her again, because Jemma was positive she was dead. No living person could feel this way for this long, it just wasn't possible. She'd entered hell, but for what, she didn't know.

Skye grinned, leaning over and taking all of Jemma’s books under her arm, and then linked her free hand with one of Jemma’s.

Jemma let out an agonized cry as memories of Skye flooded her mind, running rampage and completely out of her control.

“Look at this.  Jemma Simmons is asking me to the daaance,” Skye drew the sentence out in a sarcastic, teasing tone as she stepped closer to the shorter girl on the couch and took both of her hands in her own.

“Woah, hey there book worm, slow down,” Skye reached over with a hand and shut the book, grinning at Jemma’s unamused face before she kissed it off.

        "Stop, stop, stop!" Jemma bawled, not yelling at Cal, but herself. She couldn't deal with the cruciatus curse and memories of the girl she loved, not at the same time. The ache in her heart where she missed her girlfriend rivaled the pain of the curse for a moment.         Jemma's back arched as another throbbing assault on her mind sent her spiraling into a fit of screaming. The sound was becoming so constant she almost couldn't hear it anymore, like a drone in the background, unchanging and never ceasing. Jemma was writhing in agony on the cold, hard cement floor, and she wanted nothing more than to die. She wished Cal would just kill her and get it over with, then her soul could move on with less of a stain on it. She wanted it to end, she didn't care how.         "We can sit here and wait for Daisy to show, I have nowhere else to be." Cal informed her, not lifting the curse. He moved to lean against a wall, keeping his wand ever pointed at Jemma. It was at that moment she knew this could go on for hours. He wasn't going to stop, not until Skye got here. Jemma's cries of anguish meant little, if not nothing, to him. He would go on torturing her, and she would go on screaming.         My name is Jemma Simmons...         Skye Johnson is my girlfriend...         I'm here because.... because...         My name is Jemma Simmons.         Skye...         Skye.

Skye didn't want to double check everything.  She couldn't help but feel like she was wasting time, but she needed to make sure she was ready.  If she wasn't ready, whatever plan she was going to come up with wouldn't work.  "Wand, wolfsbane one, wolfsbane two, silver dust..." Everything she was going to need was in her pockets and her wand grasped firmly in her hand.  She had already sent Strigi with the letters and it was nearing later into the afternoon.  She needed to go and she needed to go now.  She didn't have much time before it would be dark and the moon upon her.  Skye had thought long and hard about what she wanted to do to her father.  She had strong feelings towards him and she knew from experience she may try to kill him.  She had in the first task. Skye had been mentally preparing herself for the past few minutes although she knew it wouldn't be enough.  She knew that whatever she was about to see she couldn't be prepared for.  The brunette stood in the center of her room, picturing the address with bated breath.  Adrenaline was pumping through her veins but she knew if she didn't concentrate and she apparated too quickly she would get splinched again like she had during the tournament.  When at last she felt herself have a good grasp, Skye shut her eyes.

When she had arrived, she almost hesitated in opening her eyes, afraid of what she was going to see.  In the fading afternoon light, the wolf girl saw she was in the parking lot of an old abandoned factory of some sort.  Several smoke stacks stood tall in the air and as Skye looked around, she spotted a few more empty buildings in the distance.  Her father had picked quite the secluded area for his place of hiding.  It didn't surprise her.

She also knew she was being watched.  She could hear the Death Eaters around her.  Only two by the sound of it.  She doubted either were her father.  She could smell them too, and they reeked, but neither smelled like the black wolf.  Skye wondered if he just wasn't here, not actually a Death Eater and only doing her father's dirty work.  She took the first few steps towards the building and they did nothing.

They were waiting for her of course.  Her father had sent her quite the open invitation.  Skye figured they were instructed to let her be and if anything went wrong she would have to remember they were here too.  She would subdue all of them if she could, but her only concern at the moment was her father seeing as how he had awarded himself a top priority spot with his kidnapping stunt. Skye didn't waste any more time.  They weren't going to stop her, so she sprinted towards the wide factory doors.  They were unlocked and they squeaked open, leading into the darkness of the main factory floor.  The door shut behind her and her eyes adjusted quickly to the darkness.  She didn't need a lumos spell as much anymore.  She had become quite the sneak over the summer and through the past few months.  Better if they didn't see her coming.  She knew they were ready for her, but she was going to try.  This was going to be on her terms.

The smell of dust and gas and the stink of machinery was clouding her sense of smell.  She wouldn't be able to pick out Jemma's scent in all of this mess.  She wasn't a bloodhound, even with her senses at their peak now that it was the day of the full moon.  She didn't have time for a long game of hide and seek.  It needed to be an in and out mission.  Subdue her father, get Jemma, get the fuck out.  She couldn't afford to linger.  Still, she made her way quickly and quietly as she could through the large room, listening intently and trying to get her nose to work.

It wasn't until she reached the other side of the main factory room and passed an empty hallway, lights flickering on and off, that she caught a brief whiff of her girlfriend.  It reminded Skye of a horror movie.  It should, she had stepped right into one.  As she walked further down the hallway, wand ever at the ready, Jemma's scent grew stronger until it filled her nostrils, mixed with the smell of the black wolf.  So you are here you mother fucker… Skye grit her teeth, the sound crashing around her skull in the silence.  

Towards the end of the hallway the brunette came upon a shut set of double doors, light flooding through around the seams.  She turned flush to face the doors, gripping her wand.  Everything was so quiet she could hear the heartbeats behind the doors.  There were two, both beating quickly, although one was slightly faster than the other.  She could hear their breathing, and neither seemed labored.  Hopefully that meant Jemma was safe.  Skye was actually afraid to go inside.  She had no idea what to expect and no way to prepare herself.  She could go in, guns blazing, so to speak, but she had no way of knowing if that would work.  It seemed like a poor plan, but it was the only one she had.  Let's do it...

Skye shoved the doors open, leading with her wand hand pointed and held high, ready to defend herself or go on the offense, whichever opportunity she was presented with first.  Her eyes widened in surprise to see her father standing there in the empty room, Jemma just behind him.  Her heart raced...she looked fine, but Skye hadn't expected that.  Something was off, it had to be, but she couldn't pinpoint what was wrong, other than this entire situation.  Skye said nothing, just looking at the smug smile on her father's face when she noticed the long marks down the side of his face, then it dawned on her.  Her father was the animagus.  He had attacked her in the woods and followed Jemma to the first safe house. Her brow furrowed quickly then as she glared at her father.

"Let Jemma go.  I'm here now so you've got what you want!" Skye wished, but she doubted it would be that simple.

"Daisy," Cal sighed, as if he was disappointed in her. "Daisy." Cal clasped his hands behind his back and and walked a few steps to one side, revealing Jemma completely. She was standing stock still, straight up, staring blankly at a random point on the wall behind Skye.

"Just slow down, let's have a chat. Heart to heart.  Father to daughter." His voice and facial expressions were never not complacent, especially when he noticed Skye eyeing Jemma. He was pleased with his work on the muggle born, she'd been turned from a wild stallion that fought back and seemed impossible to tame to a weak, broken doll that would do whatever he said. All with two little curses.

"You're wasting your time with this girl and your silly little magic school. You could do so much better, you have so much potential." Cal began, explaining his hopes for his only child. He wanted her to be great, and she could if she would only ditch the girl and join him. "Join me, forget about this girl. She's weak and pathetic."

"No she isn't!  Jemma is the smartest witch at Hogwarts and if it wasn't for her I wouldn't be here.  I wouldn't have survived the tournament!  We're a team, and we're a damn good one.  So if you don't let her go you're going to be the one who is weak and pathetic!" Skye shouted and took a step forward.  Something was wrong with Jemma.  Her father had done something and Skye just knew it wasn't going to be good.

"If you had just agreed to join me, I could have let her go and had her delivered back home." Cal informed Skye. There was no way to tell whether or not he was lying about the fact that he would have let Jemma go. They would never know. "But instead, you've decided to let her get in the way of who you're supposed to be." Cal growled, glancing at Jemma, clearly thinking she was the problem in all of this. 

"Please, come over here, Miss Jemma Simmons." Cal said, waving the girl over. Slowly, Jemma turned to face him, and then walked over to him, standing at his side and staring off into space again. Cal watched Skye, gauging her reaction, as he showed off his power over his daughter's girlfriend. A simple Imperious Curse had left the girl completely controllable, like his own personal puppet. "If you would." He said politely, offering Jemma a spare wand. His grin was finally coming back again, he couldn't wait for what he had planned.

"You think you're so much better than your heritage, but I'm going to teach you a lesson in humility, my daughter. You are exactly like me." Cal sounded like he was reprimanding a young child for something small and unimportant, but it was clear that what was about to happen would be much worse than a time out.

"You're going to fight dear Jemma, and if you don't, I'll finish her off myself." Skye's father informed her. Without a vocal command, Jemma turned and faced Skye, staring her coldly in the eyes and gripping the wand tightly. Cal's wand was still in his hand, occasionally moving just slightly, and Jemma reacted to the movements as if it was an intricate language telling her exactly what to do. "Go on, I'll even let you have the first move."

He had Jemma strung up like a puppet and it made Skye's blood boil.  She was already antsy, already rearing to go because of the moon, but she needed to stop.  She needed to calm down and think this through.  The wolf girl knew that Cal wouldn't hesitate to use any of the Unforgivables, and that's what made her worry the most.  Jemma's blank stare, her willingness to do what her father commanded.  Imperious...  Skye gripped her wand tighter.  Jemma was going to do whatever her father ordered her to do.  There was no way to break it other than to somehow break her father's wand.  Or kill him... the brunette thought.  It hadn't been the first time, but she didn't know if she was capable of those extremes.  That is what would make her like him.  She sure as hell wasn't going to raise her wand against her girlfriend.  She would do a lot of other things.  She had felt guilty for weeks after using the Somnus charm on her, even if it had been for her own good.  Talking to her father was pointless.  Skye knew from their Defense Against the Dark Arts class that people could resist the Imperious spell, which made it the most unique of the three curses.  It had to be learned, but maybe...just maybe she would be able to talk Jemma down long enough to get herself back into control.  It was worth a shot, and her only plan.

"Jems," Skye ignored the scoffing sound her father made, "I'm not going to fight you.  You don't have to do this.  You're not just the smartest witch, Jemma, you're the strongest too.  I couldn't make it through the tasks without you.  I couldn't have made it through the summer without you.  You take all those classes and still helped me and put up with me.  You've been away from school for months, surviving on your own.  You can beat this, Jemma." She made a ballsy move then, and the brunette dropped her wand on the ground next to her.  She had a lot of faith in her girlfriend.  She only hoped her faith paid off or else she would have to think of a new plan on the fly.

Somewhere in Jemma's mind, it registered that Skye was really here and speaking to her, but she was so far gone, lost to the pain and misery she'd been experiencing only moments before. It was like she was asleep. She was watching herself make these movements, but she didn't have any control over them and they would play out however it was going to play out, like a dream. Skye was talking to her, and it made her heart ache. She couldn't tell what her girlfriend was saying, she was simply relishing the sound of her voice, not entirely sure if any of this was real. 

"She can't break through it, that's not going to work." Cal actually laughed at Skye as if it was stupid for her to even think Jemma would be able to overpower him. His daughter wouldn't have known, but he'd already broken the girl and taken away her willpower. She simply didn't have anything left to work with. "If you have any manner of intelligence at all, you'll pick up that wand and fight." His voice was firm this time, and Jemma could feel the strain of him wanting to do something with her but waiting another moment. When Skye did nothing and refused to fight in an act of defiance, Cal decided he was done waiting. Jemma felt an urge ripple through her body and her arm was out of her control, already flying upwards and pointing the wand at Skye. The hex she was forced to use didn't require an incantation, but just by the feel and the bright white light Jemma knew it was the stinging hex. At the very last moment, her brain registered that she didn't want to hurt Skye and her hand jerked to the side just enough for the spell to narrowly miss her girlfriend and hit the cement floor by her foot instead. Jemma knew this was not enough, she couldn't fight this anymore, at least not enough to stop whatever Cal was going to make her do to Skye. Jemma pushed back against the spell that felt wrapped around her mind, and her head began pounding with the effort. Everything was hurting again with the effects of the cruciatus curse still biting at her mind. She had one last bit of energy left, and she remembered her wish when she thought the agony would go on for an eternity.

"Let me die," Jemma whimpered, looking Skye in the eye and begging her to do it. Not only would it save Skye by pleasing Cal, but it would put her out of her misery. She could hardly remember anything before the curse, whenever she tried to go further back she just got stuck on the fresh memories of pain and agony and sorrow. Her body and mind felt equally helpless, and at least this way Jemma knew she would go out peacefully. 

Jemma had nothing left. She was tired and she was confused and she gave in. A cloud seemed to fog up her thoughts and push them away. They were replaced by Cal's orders, what Cal wanted her to think. Her arm shot up again, and she didn't protest. Skye had too much faith in her, as the stinging hex shot out of her borrowed wand yet again and hit Skye in the stomach. It mimicked a scorching feeling and would cause the entire area to swell and become inflamed and painful. Feeling another command, her arm lifted to prepare to fire another spell at Skye. Jemma was no longer there.

Skye cried out, dropping down to one knee and holding one arm around her stomach.  She wanted to cry but she forced her tears back.  She had felt worse than this.  Jemma had felt worse than this.  Her girlfriend’s words were stinging more than the hex, rattling about in her brain, and it made Skye’s hands shake.  She wasn’t going to be able to talk Jemma down.  Skye recognized her only two options left.

          When the sudden dizziness of the spell wore away, the brunette looked up to Jemma from across the room.  She was already raising her wand and preparing again.   Her father wasn’t going to let her get away without fighting.  Having already dropped down, she was closer to her wand and she scrambled for it, “Protego Horribilis!”  A string of light came out from Skye’s wand and spread out quickly in all directions, covering her with a magical shield, which repelled the next incoming hex, sending it flying back into the wall past Cal’s head.  She could protect herself until she figured out a plan.  She would need to get rid of her father’s wand, but she couldn’t do that with Jemma shooting spells at her.  She would have to knock her out.

"That's it!" Cal shouted. As sick as it was, it sounded like he was at a sporting match and trying to encourage his kid to participate. He flicked his wand and Jemma attacked again, relentless in her- or his, really- dueling.

"Discutio!" Jemma's voice echoed across the room, but it wasn't really her speaking. Skye's protective shield suddenly shattered, clattering against the ground like glass before disappearing entirely. 

A false look of cruelty that could never be natural on Jemma's face was plastered there as she took several steps closer to Skye. She planted her feet onto the ground and thrust her arm in Skye's direction.

"Confringo!" she shouted. A blast of flaming light shot in Skye's direction, aiming for her head and meant to explode once it came into contact with its target.

             The brunette shielded her face from the falling glass but pulled her arm away when she heard the next curse and saw the fiery ball hurling towards her.  Skye took a tight hold of her wand and scrambled out of the way, just in time for the blast to miss her, but the force of it pushed her back to the ground.  One of her wolfsbane vials shattered to the ground, spilling its rancid contents onto the ground.           And that’s why we bring extra. Her father was getting impatient and if Skye took too long, he was going to hurt Jemma for her.  She had to do something.  Before the next wave of spells could come down on her Skye waved her own, “Incarcerous!”  Ropes sprang out of Skye’s wand and wrapped themselves tightly around Jemma, keeping her legs together and arms down by her side so she couldn’t wave her wand.           “Deletrius!” Skye was careful with her aim, even as she scrambled up off of the ground.  The spark of light struck Jemma’s wand and began to disintegrate into dust on the floor.  Now Cal wouldn’t be able to use her to cast spells, which meant Skye could focus on her father…but she still needed to break Jemma free.  I’m so sorry Jemma, please forgive me when you wake up…

          Skye slung the spell and was up and running for Jemma as the bright white light reached her eyes.  Somnus had put her to sleep before and it would do so again.  The wolf girl had just barely reached her when her girlfriend’s body started its limp fall to the ground.  She managed to catch her and she laid her down quickly, waving her wand over her one more time, “protego maxima.” A stronger magical shield than the one Skye had used on herself covered Jemma’s sleeping body…and then Skye whirled around, standing in front of the sleeping girl in a defensive position, wand out and pointed at her father.  She needed to finish this quickly…but if he thought she was a talented wizard, then she knew he had more tricks up his sleeve.  She needed to be cautious.   By this point, Cal was truly annoyed. His daughter just seemed to be spoiling everything, each of his choices had been shot down. He probably no longer had Jemma under his control, and the wolfsbane potion shattering on the ground reminded him that tonight was the full moon, Skye would be turning into the powerful wolf again and there wasn't much he would be able to do against her then.

It was the fact that he felt himself losing that finally made Cal angry. He wanted Skye to feel the emotional pain he felt from her rejection, so he used some of the only ammo he had left.

"I see I have a cheater on my hands." Cal snarled, referring to the way Skye had opted out of the fight. At least that was one thing they had in common, they were both good at getting out of situations if they squirmed hard enough. The protective stance his daughter was holding in front of the mudblood told him just how much what he was going to say would hurt her. He didn't hesitate.

"It didn't take long, you know," Cal paused, knowing his daughter was listening intently. "For her to scream." He clarified, the devilish grin returning.

             Her jaw clenched as her face stiffened along with the rest of her body.  She was pretty sure her father would be able to hear the sound of her teeth grinding together as she bit her tongue, actually too infuriated to say anything. She didn’t have to read into his words.  She knew exactly what he had meant.

          Skye hadn’t let her wand down, but she couldn’t look at her father.  Not with Jemma screaming like that and calling her name.  She could barely see anyway, tears were flooding her eyes.  She didn’t have any focus left.    

          Her own shaking had stopped.  She couldn’t be this afraid when Jemma was the one in real trouble, with real fear and real pain in her eyes.  Skye’s grip on her wand tightened, and her face twisted into a terrible expression of anger.  She was angry at herself for letting this happen, angry at her father for doing it.  She was going through the motion before she could stop herself.

          “Sectumsempra!!” Her motions were precise and the curse hit the boggart full force, taking it by surprise.  The image of her father mutated into a bloody mess, but still standing there, smiling, laughing, as if it hadn’t affected him at all.

          Skye lowered her wand, horrified with herself and that the spell did not have the desired outcome.  She had forgotten that this wasn’t real.

          Except this time it was.  Skye didn’t have to see it, because she already had.  She didn’t need to hear him explain it, because she already had, and although that had been a fake imitation of her father, her emotions had been very real.  They were all flooding back at once and upon his confession, Skye didn’t have to think twice about it.  She could feel the pull of the moon already.  There were no windows here but she knew it was dark outside.  She knew the moon was rising and soon she would have to stop and she would have to change…but that didn’t mean that she was done.

          “Expelliarmus!”

          Skye waved her wand and when she did, Cal’s wand went with it, crashing across the room.  She had her plan.

          “Deletrius!”  There was no recovery period.  She flew from one spell to the other in quick succession.  The white light struck Cal’s wand and it shattered to pieces.  He couldn’t accio it back now, but she wasn’t worried about it.  She wasn’t done.

          “Ancorarius!” A pulse shot out from her wand and hit her father, strong enough to make him stumble back some.  She had found this curse in the black book from the library thanks to Trip.  He wouldn’t be apparating away now.  No, she wanted him right here.  She wanted him stuck.  She wanted him as helpless as he had made Jemma.

          “You want me to be like you?” Skye questioned bitterly, almost spitting it through her still clenched jaw, “Here’s your one look.”  She grasped her wand tightly and was already pulling it back in a slashing motion before the curse left her lips.

          “Sectumsempra!”  Skye barely followed through with the motion, the spell slicing through Cal’s legs deep enough to keep him from getting anywhere very fast anytime soon.  She was starting to shake all over.  She could feel the knot in her gut and her blood start to boil.  If she took the potion, she could do it herself…but he didn’t deserve the satisfaction.  He was an animal.  If he wanted her to be like him, then she would give her father what he wanted.

          Skye pulled the spare bottle of wolfsbane potion out with trembling hands.  The brunette eyed it for a moment, as if thinking it over, before she looked her father square in the eyes and let go.  The glass container dropped and shattered to the floor.  She would be daddy’s girl just for one night.

          There was no time left after that because as soon as the vial hit the floor, Skye was down on the ground next to it, clawing at the floor as her body began to transform and her screams filling the room where Jemma’s had been not many hours before.

Cal recognized the fury in Skye's eyes, and he grinned at having been able to draw it out. He'd known it had been in there somewhere, he just had to push all the right buttons.

The Death Eater had assumed his daughter had brought a spare wolfsbane potion when she didn't panic after breaking the first one, but after the wolf girl's rampage of spells, he was feeling the pain of her attack and a twinge of fear when she held the bottle over the cement floor. He'd taken a beating last time he'd challenged the werewolf form of his daughter, but now he didn't have the ability to apparate away. 

As soon as Skye dropped to the ground, Cal transformed into his animagus form and tried to run, but it was a difficult and slow process when his hind leg was slashed through. He now understood Skye's plan. He was bleeding and he couldn't apparate. Skye hadn't taken a wolfsbane potion. She would be the wolf tonight and Cal would be the bleeding prey. He ran as fast as he could, though he already knew he was a goner. His only hope was his Death Eater friends outside, but both of them were actually incompetent. It had been Cal that had done all the searching for Jemma.

Cal was probably insane from all his years in Azkaban, but his last thought before he heard a growl behind him was that he succeeded in bringing out the dark part of his daughter that had been buried inside. He'd proved that she was like him, that she had that monster inside of her as well. And now that monster was going to kill him.

Skye had done a clever thing by cutting up Cal’s leg.  The smell of blood had sent the she wolf into a frenzy, following after the hobbling creature.  With long clawed hands the werewolf reached out and snatched the injured leg out from under the black wolf and jerked it backwards so violently the leg probably dislocated.  The beast slung him back into the wall and turned on him.  Before the animagus could get up, strong jaws were latched around the back of the wolf’s neck, like the werewolf had latched onto the back of Skye’s during the third task.

Her bite pressure was more than an alligator’s and Cal would feel it as she snapped down on his neck, savoring the crunch it made.  The werewolf took one of its hind legs and stepped on the wolf’s chest, using her paws against the wall and floor as leverage as she pulled.  There were more cracks and the back section of the wolf’s spine came snapping out like she was ripping through paper instead of flesh and bone.

She would remember everything when she woke up in the morning.  Skye knew that much, but right now, she wasn’t herself and she didn’t have to deal with it.  She could force herself to live with the ramifications.

#skimmons #bioquake

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questions 1 to... oh hell you know I'll ask you to answer them all. Although I think I know a few answers alread

I’m putting this under the cut because it’s LONG.

Original Character Asks* 1: What is your character’s biggest fear?Iago is terrified of death and being alone. His old self was homophobic but it wasn’t his biggest fear. * 2: What is your character’s favorite memory?Depends on the verse, but in his main verse Iago’s favorite memory is tied with his worst; summer camp. * 3: What is your character’s least favorite memory?See above. * 4: Does anyone have a crush on your character? Is your character aware of this?Not in his main verse, and Iago’s pretty… oblivious about other people’s feelings in general.* 5: Describe your character’s dream date.He’s much of a “date” guy because that usually means he has to walk around/eat things/be in public and he doesn’t like that. He’d prefer staying home and doing drugs or having sex, though if a date was required, he’d pick the movies.* 6: What is your character’s sexual orientation?He’s GAY AS HELL but in complete denial because of trauma he lived through as a kid which led to internalized homophobia.* 7: How does your character feel about their name?He hates it XD. His full name is Iago Holden Dantes because when he was dumped at the fire station he was in a box of books including Othello, Catcher in the Rye, and The Count of Monte Cristo. When it came time to name him, the nun (a Spanish woman and a teacher) picked one name from each book. Iago is the Spanish form of Jacob, and she had planned on naming her son Iago before she became a nun, then Holden because it means “gracious” and she thought he could use it instead of Iago if he ever wanted to appear more American, then Dantes because it means “one who endures” and she liked the dual reference to The Count of Monte Cristo and The Inferno. Of course Iago was mercilessly tormented by the other boys in the orphanage for his weird name, and when they started reading the books in school, it got even worse. The “worst” moment was when they were reading Othello in English class and the teacher decided to assign roles to students so they could act it out. Iago was assigned the role of Iago and he actually enjoyed it but it only made the teasing worse. * 8: Does your character hate anyone? Why?Yes. He hates queer people because of internalized racism, bullies, most authority figures, and of course, himself.* 9: How does your character feel about religion?He was raised in a Catholic orphanage so he’s relatively well versed on it, though he never payed rapt attention, so his knowledge is spotty. He mostly treats God like a deadbeat dad; to be used as a threat by some and cursed at/hated by others (including himself).* 10. Would your character ever kill someone?Yes. Without a doubt. It just depends on the person, but in some cases he might kill someone by accident just because he got into a fight and lost control.* 11: How did your character meet their best friend?His best friend is a cat named Pig. In most verses Pig actually finds Iago, either by walking up to him and meowing loudly/slamming against his shins in a demand for pets, or somehow making his way into wherever Iago is living without being spotted and making himself at home in Iago’s room.* 12: How would/does your character feel about roller coasters?He’s never been on one, and he’d be terrified but too proud to admit it. After one ride, he’d love it. Iago’s an adrenaline junky.* 13: What would your character die for?Iago’s been suicidal since he was 8, but he’d die “for” people he loved. * 14: What is the cutest thing your character has ever done?Bahaha Iago’s accidentally cute a lot (he’s 5’4” so even when he’s angry he’s cute) but he’s never purposefully cute and will probably fight anyone who says he’s cute (which would be cute anyway because… he’s 5’4”) but some accidental cute things he’s done include; sleeping curled up around Pig/a stuffed animal/a pillow, waking up and wrapping the blanket around himself like a robe and dragging it to the kitchen to make coffee, when he listens to music or watches TV/movies and he thinks no one is looking he’ll either sing along, or talk to the people on screen and it’s adorable. * 15: What music genre would your character listen to?Punk, rock, metal, rap, and anything he deemed “hardcore” though he’d also listen to top 40 hits and sappy/cheesy/angsty songs but he wouldn’t tell anyone. * 16: What other fictional characters remind you of your character?Well he’s based off Iago, Holden Caulfield, and Edmond Dantes, so there’s that. Beyond those three, Hayley from Hard Candy reminds me of him, and Negasonic Teenage Warhead, and Rorschach from Watchmen.* 17: Does your character have any irrational fears?Yeah, he’s terrified of needles. * 18: How would your character feel about having their life recorded?He’d HATE it. Anxiety alone would make him wanna die. * 19: What is your character’s deepest, darkest secret?At most points it’s that he’s gay, or the trauma he lived through. He THINKS his deepest secret is that he “liked” the abuse, but he didn’t like it, he just has a fucked up definition of enjoyment and consent.* 20: What is the most surprising thing about your character?That he’s actually really… sensitive? He likes flowers and animals and bright colors. Had he not been abused/grown up in a “normal” household, he’d probably be the type of gay boy you see on tumblr posting selfies of their makeup and nails and wearing flower crowns and neon croptops and he’d have a million pets and stuffed animals and spend his time studying to be a veterinarian. * 21: Is your character flexible?Physically? Yeah, mostly because he’s so skinny (and because whenever he gets drunk/high he ends up going out and getting screwed by men who bend him in half which is his form of stretching. * 22: What is the worst thing your character has ever done?Well… that depends on who you are. He’s fought people, bought and sold drugs, said horrible things to people who trusted him, and almost killed himself. * 23: Is your character morally gray or black or white?Probably gray. He’s not without his sins but most of the bad shit he does hurts himself more than others. * 24: What prejudices does your character have?He’s hella homophobic but after he realizes he’s gay, he pretty much turns into an anarchist liberal. * 25: Would you want to hang out with your character?Hahaha uhm… that depends on what version of him. I doubt Iago would want to hang out with me, regardless. * 26: What is your favorite headcanon for your character?His love for animals. It can be explained as simply as “he loves animals” or delved into deeply to explore why he feels the need to save and protect creatures who can’t do it themselves. * 27: What would be the worst way for your character to die?At his own hands or from a drug OD. Alone. * 28: What pet would your character like to have?ALL OF THEM. In most verses he has one cat, and that’s it, but in some verses he gets snakes, hedgehogs, puppies, birds, and even attempts to take in seals, raccoons, lions, bears, and monkies.* 29: What would be your character’s favorite food?Strawberries. * 30: Would your character have any hobbies?Doing drugs? Or drawing. Or both. * 31: What social media would your character use?I made him a fake Instagram once. He’s likely have a snapchat and a twitter as well. He might join tumblr after he comes out. (and grindr)* 32: What does your character look like?His fc is Ash Stymest, though Iago’s quite a bit shorter than him. He’s got an eating disorder so his weight fluctuates, though he’d never be described as anything but “skinny” even at his heaviest. He’s covered in tattoos, with very pale skin, dark hair, and bright blue eyes. He usually has bags underneath them from a lack of sleep. He’s be described as “disheveled” and if you saw him on the street you’d likely be concerned for his health. * 33: In what ways is your character like you?Hooo boy. A lot. I tend to take the advice “write what you know” too far, though Iago shares more traits with my younger self than me currently, which is a good thing. * 34: What is cliche about your character?If you boil him down to the core, almost everything. Skinny gay but homophobic white boy with tattoos and mental illnesses who does drugs but has a soft spot for animals? Yeah. Cliche. * 35: What is unique about your character?I’d like to think that I make him unique by how I write him, though I couldn’t tell you what makes him unique to others because I’m constantly paranoid that he’s not unique at all. * 36: Does anyone want to harm your character?Bahaha yeah. Iago’s not what you’d call “likeable” but most of the time he’s literally asking for it. * 37: Do people have justified grudges against your character?Grudges? I dunno. He doesn’t hang around people that much in general so unless he gets into a barfight and the guy takes it personally, there wouldn’t be a lot of people who hold longterm grudges. * 38: What role does your character play in their story?The victim. :/* 39: What would be your character’s niche on Tumblr?See above “cliche” question, or the one asking what’s surprising about him. * 40: What would be your character’s favorite school subject?Theater but he’d never admit it, so any class he could sleep in, really.* 41: Would your character want to have any children?NOPEx100000* 42: What would be your character’s dream career?Veterinarian. Or vaguely an “artist” somehow. * 43: What is your character insecure about?EVERYTHING. His looks, his smarts, his past, his height, his weight, his interests, his tattoos, his education….* 44: What is your character proud of?Uhhhh well when he comes out he’s proud that he can take dick like a champ and he doesn’t have a gag reflex but that’s about it. * 45: What would your character change about themselves?E v e r y t h i n g.* 46: Would you want to trade places with your character?Hopefully no one. * 47: What fandoms would your character be in?As a character? I dunno. As a fan? Marvel, DC, probably some anime fandoms, and anything he deemed “badass” (James Bond, TMFU, Tarantino films, etc)* 48: How would your character type?Badly. Quickly, but badly. Lots of text speak or typing errors. No punctuation and no capital letters. * 49: How does your character stand politically?He’s… not political. He thinks everything’s shit so if nihilism is a political view that’s his. * 50: What is your favorite thing about your character?Probably the fact that he’s so weird? Like I never know how he’ll react until I sit down to write stuff out. He’s volitile and that makes him fun, (but exhausting) to write.* 51: What is your character’s favorite animal?If you pressed him he’d say “cats” but he loves all animals and he’d hate you for making him pick one. * 52: How would your character act in gym class?Sit by the bleachers and steadfastly refuse to participate. (He actually forged a note from a doctor so he didn’t have to attend gym for the last two years of highschool.* 53: What clubs would your character join?He’s not  a club kinda guy. * 54: What is the saddest thing about your character’s life?ALL OF IT lmao. No but he’s an orphan who was raped and molested for 3 years, then dropped out and ran away to become a semi-homeless drug addict in denial. * 55: Would your character do the Ice Bucket Challenge?No. His ED means he’s pretty much always cold and he would think it’s stupid anyway.* 56: What’s one of your character’s quirks?He runs his hands through his hair/scratches his arm when he’s nervous. * 57: How would your character feel about feminism?Originally? He’d be of the “fuck SJWs/feminazis are dumb/I’m an egalitarian” sort. He’d evolve over time. * 58: Is your character dorky or more athletic?Neither hahaha though he can be a dork he’s not dorky, and he’s certainly not athletic. * 59: What is your least favorite thing about your character?People think he’s gonna be one way but he’s not and they get mad or freaked out when he behaves a certain way because they didn’t think I’d go “that far” (i.e. crying during/after sex, attacking them, using slurs)* 60: If you could title your character’s life, what would you title it?“What the everloving fuck” maybe. Or “dear god look away” or “it keeps happening why does it keep happening” or just a gif of a giant rotating middle finger.

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Hello ^^ I was wondering if taeyong would prefer younger or older girls in your opinion? And also could I get a scenario of you and taeyong dating and it's like really angsty thank you ^^ any characters included and story background is fine ^^

This is an older request but I hope you’re still with us! So sorry for the long wait ;; To answer your question, I really feel like Taeyong could go either way (younger or older). Taeyong strikes me as a person who would fall for someone who he feels a “spark” with rather than looking for someone who fits his standards/type. I don’t think age really matters to him, although at his current age, I don’t think he’d date someone in high school but probably someone who is around his own age (1-3 years age gap? whether it be older/younger!) but yeah I don’t know, I don’t really get the feeling that he prefers older/younger girls for some reason! Anyhow, without further ado, here’s the angsty scenario! Hope it’s angsty enough, haha. 

Taeyong

Listen: x

You sat on the couch in a pair of jeans and a cropped black sweater. You ran your fingers through your long flowy black hair, full of frustration before returning to your position with your arms crossed.

Your favourite red lip tint that you put on earlier had faded within the two hours you waited for Taeyong. 

You hadn’t seen him in weeks due to his busy schedule. Only yesterday, you received a short text from him saying he would have time to see you tomorrow night.

Whenever the two of you met up, it would be at your flat. When the two of you dated while he was a trainee, dating in public would be minimal. Since his debut, the two of you had never had even one date outside of your home.

You rubbed your tired eyes, no longer caring if you smudged the makeup you were wearing. Truthfully, you weren’t even sure why you even wore makeup anymore. It’s not like the two of you would be going out.

As the clock struck twelve, you decided that you had enough.

You stood up from the couch and walked towards your bedroom when you heard the jingling of keys and the familiar sound of the door unlocking.Taeyong entered your flat wearing a black cap with a matching black zip-up hoodie and jeans, a long puffy down jacket draped over his shoulders.

You were overwhelmed with feelings as he dropped his backpack off to the side and took off his cap, greeting you with a quick nod.

“Sorry I’m late. It was difficult getting here without getting caught.”

The way his voice sounded so nonchalant further incited your anger. 

You hadn’t known how long it had been since you felt this way, but it no longer seemed like you and Taeyong were an item.In fact, you felt as if he had to force himself to make time for you every couple weeks.“Then you have something to celebrate about. Since it’s going to be your last time coming here.”You turned to Taeyong and held your hand out.

“Keys.”He stayed silent but you could tell with his steely cold eyes that he was mad.“You’re throwing a fit ‘cause I’m late?”You crossed your arms.“Every time we meet up, you’re either late or you don’t show up. You might as well not come over.”You tried to walk to your room, but after you took a few steps you felt his arm reach out to grasp yours.“__________,”You turned around to look at him, his sharp gaze still intact.

“Do you know how many times we’ve gone out since you debuted?”He stayed silent.“None. Not even once.”You laughed sarcastically.“I don’t think I’ve even been out ten times with you in the two years we’ve been together. Can we really call this dating?”

Although you didn’t want to seem weak, your voice cracked at your last sentence. You felt Taeyong’s grip loosen as his gaze softened.He let go of your arm as he brought his hand down to hold your own.“Let’s go.”You looked up at him.“Let’s go out.”He smiled at you faintly before cracking into a smile, breaking into a small run towards the entrance.You didn’t even have time to grab a coat as you fervently slipped on your shoes and Taeyong grabbed his cap from the floor.Instead of taking the elevator the two of you took the stairs, sharing a smile every now and then as you excitedly breathed in the frigid winter air as soon as the door opened.Although the two of you were just running down the empty streets late at night hand-in-hand, it was an exhilarating experience for you.Taeyong had always been a meticulous person. Every decision he made, he thought over first. For him to go out with you so spontaneously, without making previous plans made you feel important, as if he placed your feelings over his situation.

The two of you finally slowed down as you came across the cafe you used to frequent when the two of you first started dating. It was one that you had fond memories of, being one of the only cafes in the neighbourhood to open late.

You took a seat while Taeyong went up to the counter to order.

Staring at his backside brought back many memories. Even from under his cap, you could tell he was contemplating which drink to get for himself, whether it be his favourite yogurt smoothie or strawberry milkshake. For you, it would always be iced chocolate frappé.

You frowned slightly when he walked over with an americano for himself and your regular iced chocolate frappé, as he took a seat in front of you.

“You drink americano now?”

He nodded, holding the hot drink in his hand. 

“I got used to it, helps keep me up.”

You nodded, taking a sip of your drink.

There were few words exchanged but you felt happy to be out with him. You were thankful that there weren’t many people in the cafe and the two of you could relax.

As you told him about what was going on in your life recently, he chuckled and leaned over to wipe your under-eye area lightly with his thumb.

You lifted your phone up to glance at your reflection, totally forgetting about the smudged makeup from earlier.

You stood up, excusing yourself from the table.

“I’ll be right back.”

Taeyong nodded as he looked out the window, taking another sip of his americano.

After making an effort to clean up your under-eye area, you combed through your hair with your fingers and smiled at your reflection before leaving the restroom.

As you walked back over to the table, you noticed a girl standing near Taeyong.

She was shorter than you and had dyed hair up in a ponytail, wearing a matching cap.

Although she was turned away from you, you noticed she was one of Taeyong’s seniors at the company. 

To avoid making it awkward for Taeyong, you decided to walk over to the magazine stand nearby before returning to your seat.

“I didn’t know you would be out late at this time, weren’t you promoting last week?” The girl spoke in a friendly voice as Taeyong chuckled quietly. 

“Yeah, we have this week off although I’ll still be at practice. How about you?”

She raised up the drink she had in hand.

“Just grabbing some caffeine before heading back to train.”

You heard her soft laughter. 

“Unlike a certain someone, we don’t have time to fall in love.”

Your ears suddenly perked up. Was she referring to you and Taeyong?

You heard him clear his throat.

“Yeah I know what you mean.”

You heard her bring her voice down a level.

“Hmm? Wasn’t that girl earlier your girlfriend? The two of you looked pretty cute together.”

You heard him laugh in response and your heart skipped a beat, anticipating his answer.

“That was my cousin. I’m not dating anyone at the moment.”You felt your jaw tightening out of anger. You felt as if the last two years with Taeyong had been a lie.How did he truly feel about you all this time?Even if he might have started out having feelings for you, how long has it been since those feelings were no longer present?You heard the girl apologize for the misunderstanding as she bid goodbye to him.You took a deep breath, walking over to the table.Taeyong was taking a sip of his americano as you hastily took your phone from the table and turned to leave.He immediately sensed that something was wrong and he stood up.“_________, where you going?" 

He spoke in an abrupt tone but in a low voice.You had wanted to leave without saying a word, but your temper won over as you turned to him."You know what? I never knew you were such a good liar until today.”You swung open the door of the cafe to leave as you heard him mutter profanities under his breath.“__________, wait.”As you walked down the road, you could hear his breath hitch as he ran to catch up to you.You knew that he spoke tacitly to avoid attracting any attention.Even now, his image was still his priority.Although you heard him call out your name a couple times, you didn’t respond.It seemed he had enough when he shouted your name once in a loud voice.You stopped in your tracks briefly when you felt him latch on to your wrist and the two of you stepped into a quiet alley.You turned to look at him, trying to perfect your look of pure hatred to mask your pain, as you found yourself staring into his intense gaze.“Just listen. It’s not what -”“How is it not what I think?” You cut him off abruptly.“I heard you say it on my own. That I was your cousin and you weren’t dating anyone.”“__________, you know how it is…”You shoved him away as he lost hold of your wrist.“Do you think I’m an idiot? Aren’t you saying that just so you could date others? And then eventually you’ll stop meeting with me and pretend I never existed.”You glared at him and tried to walk away, but he slammed his hands against the wall so that you wouldn’t leave.“_________!”You started to get teary when you saw his glossy eyes.A small part of you felt guilty for accusing Taeyong, but your pride held you back from apologizing.“You know I’m a straightforward person. If I didn’t love you I wouldn’t date you for two years and take the risk of meeting you.”“But I can’t keep living a lie forever Taeyong…”A tear fell down your face as Taeyong held you in his arms.“It won’t be too long. Please don’t give up on us… I can’t lose you.”You wanted to hug him back, but you knew that if you did you would never be able to let go.“Do you promise?”Taeyong continued to hold you but didn’t speak just as you expected.You chuckled bitterly. “I know you won’t make promises you can’t keep.”You pushed him back lightly, only enough to get out of his hold.You looked up briefly at Taeyong to see tears running down his face.Now that you realized it, this was the first time you had seen him cry.Although you had many fights in the past, he had never shed a tear.“I’m sorry.” He whispered under his breath and held onto your arm gently. “Can I at least walk you home?”You patted him on the arm, knowing that you could easily give in if he stayed next to you any longer.“I’ll be fine.”You turned away from him.“Wait.”You looked up at the dark night sky to keep your tears from falling.You heard him unzip his jacket, and he proceeded to place it on you slowly. “At least take this.”You felt yourself choke up to the point that if you were to speak a word, you would have broken down right in front of him.Without turning back you walked away from him, bursting into a brisk run as soon as you were out of the alley.You had reached the last intersection as the traffic light turned red, forcing you to stop.As Taeyong’s scent from his jacket reached you, you felt your legs grow weak as you let yourself fall to the floor, letting go all you held in.You bawled loudly as you veiled your face with your hands.Everything was over just like you wanted… but why did it hurt so much to know that Lee Taeyong was now nothing but a stranger to you?

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#nct #nct scenarios #taeyong #lee taeyong #taeyong scenario #type: ask #type: scenario #genre: angst #lee taeyong plS STOP #he looks so good in this gif ;;;;; freaking sculpture #im cryin #ps. this one is kinda sad-ish but idk i feel like it's sort of realistic and yes angsty