#and then shaming him into apologizing to her for lying to her for 10 years with just a glare

[withacapitalp]

"Can I...um...roll to run away?" 

Judging by the chorusing round of sighs and disappointed head shakes from the kids, that was definitely not the right thing to say. 

"We've nearly defeated Kyuss," Mike shouted, throwing his hands in the air and shooting Steve a severe glare. 

"But all of you are passed out or paralyzed!" Steve shot back, gesturing around the table at the rest of the figurines which were lying on their backs. 

"Yeah, but you're a tank! You could take out the monster with one more blow. Now we're going to have to do it all over again.” 

But….wasn’t that the whole point? Doing this over and over again? Steve shot a helpless look at Eddie who just gave him his DM witchy grin and spread his hands open wide. 

“You can change your mind, Sir Steven,” Eddie offered, “But be warned Kyuss is hungry for flesh,” 

Steve hesitated, looking down and around the map. 

“No…I don’t think I’m gonna.”

"God, you're so stupid sometimes, Steve," Dustin groaned, letting his head fall onto the table with a soft thunk as the rest of the party started yelling. Steve forced himself to smile, his cheeks flushing as his stomach did an uncomfortable flip flop. It was loud, it was hot, and Steve just wanted to go home. 

"Stop it.”

Eddie voice cut through the rest of them. It wasn’t like he had spoken particularly loud, it was his tone. Severe, and brimming with uncharacteristic rage. Enough to make all of them quiet down and look at Eddie with wide eyes. Steve’s anxiety got even worse, and he was sure that Eddie was about to start yelling at him. Steve let his eyes slip down, shame making all the bones in his body ache. 

"I'm sure all of you were strategic geniuses the first time you played, right? You never stumbled or needed a second to think about the right move to make?” Eddie practically snarled, throwing dirty looks at every one of the kids. Steve sucked in a breath and dared a glance up, not quite believing what he was seeing. 

Eddie was defending him. Him. Steve. And he wasn’t done yet

“You all moan and grumble and fucking whine about how 'Steve never plays DnD with us', 'Steve won't even give it a chance', ‘He would see if he just played once’” Eddie said, raising his voice to a high pitched nasally yowl, “Of course he doesn't want to give it a chance, you are all being jerks.”

“Steve can handle it,” Max said with a roll of her eyes. 

“Yeah he can,” Eddie agreed easily, sparing a quick glance over toward Steve, “but that doesn’t mean he should have to. Especially not from you all. You little nerds have never had to deal with this, because you’re always ahead of the rest, but take it from the guy who failed his senior year twice- Being called stupid your whole life hurts .”

Eddie let the final word ring out, not bothering to hide the pain that lived in those words. Steve had never really considered that Eddie might’ve heard the same things he did, cause Eddie was the smartest person Steve knew besides Dustin and maybe Will. 

“From now on anyone calling anyone else stupid is getting 10 HP knocked off of their stats. Permanently. I don't want to hear that word. Got it?”

The kids all nodded, guilt weighing down their shoulders and lowering the mood. One by one they quietly apologized to Steve, Eddie nodding in satisfaction as they did. 

Steve didn’t really know what to think.  Eddie turned towards him, and Steve stiffened up, both worried and intrigued. 

“You can roll to run away. That's actually probably the smartest thing you could do here, seeing as you're pretty much the only member of the party left standing.” Eddie said softly, giving Steve a gentle smile, “Still wanna do it?”

Steve nodded, ready to fight this battle another day.

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Lose me to Love you (Loki x Female Reader) (AU) (18+)

Read Chapter 10 here / Series Masterlist

Chapter 11

Summary: You tell Loki the truth about your virginity.

Trigger Warning: Extreme dark themes, Sexual abuse, physical abuse, public sex, Rough violent sex, 18+, Steamy stuff, Rough language, mention of suicide, talk of virginity and slut shaming, manipulative behaviour, mention of trauma, smut, toxic relationship between main characters. Dark themes, cult stuff.

He glared at you as you made your way back to the apartment late at night, he was pissed, he strictly told you to not see Ron, an older man like him willing to date a 19 year old didn't exactly scream safe. But you didn't listen to him of course. You wanted to see how much it would affect him, you wanted to see if he was merely being protective like always or there were other feelings involved, feelings that you had for him.

"Told you to not go out with that degenerate, i asked you for one simple thing but you can't give me that can you?" He sipped on his bear as he questioned you. He seemed calm but you could tell he was furious.

Truth to be told, he was hurt and jealous, extremely jealous, not that he'd ever tell you that because he felt like a pervert developing such feelings for you, he felt like a predator that he has always been. This was his sweet buttons, his precious girl, he felt even more fucked up now realising that he was attracted to you in a sexual manner

"You can do whatever you want but I can't? Why? I'm an adult too" you spoke softly as you walked towards him, the black little dress you had on hugged your curves perfectly, the cleavage you were showing off didn't help the situation, he was extremely affected by the thought of that man fucking you tonight when you looked like this, he didn't deserve you, nobody did. He snapped out of his thoughts as you sat down on his lap and placed your hands on his shoulders.

"I told you to not fuck that man..it wasn't a request darling, it was an order but you couldn't help yourself could you? Your cunt must have ached for a cock right huhh? Did you get it? Did you enjoy it?" Your eyes teared up as he said that but you didn't allow your smile to fade, your reputation spoke for you, the rumors that you had allowed to spread and those guys you dated worked against your image, you didn't care though, he told you that he won't fuck you and that he didn't feel anything for you so what was the point anyways? If he thought of you as a whore then you were a whore.

"I loved it daddy..he was so good, best I have had, going to see him again and you can't stop me" 

 Loki sat down on the couch as he thought about that day, well he did scare that man away from you, he even apologized in his own way afterwards for insulting you like that but what you just told him had changed everything, that man wasn't the last man, you went on dates afterwards with different guys, but everytime things could escalate he drove them away from you, he allowed you to have your fun even though it killed him to watch you with other men, he couldn't have stopped you from having sex with other people, especially when he wasn't going to fuck you either.

But then if you never fucked any of those men then why did you lie? Or you were lying now to mess with him? He was so confused, and if you did tell him the truth then what else were you hiding from him? His phone started to ring and it was Jolene so he sighed as he made his way to her room. 

"You need something?" He asked her but then he heard her sniffling so he walked towards the bed and sat down on the edge "what's wrong?" He asked her softly so she held his hand in hers.

"I'm just..sad and it hurts" his eyes teared up as she said that, he felt helpless "Remember when I used to have cramps, you would just cradle me in your arms? I think I miss that and it's making me sad" She wiped her tears so he brought his hand up to caress her head, she was injured and on meds so she was probably overwhelmed, he couldn't help but wonder why now though? Did she not miss him in the last 4 years?

He laid down on the bed next to her and pulled her closer, as she clutched onto him he caressed her back gently, he didn't want to confuse her but she seemed upset and he didn't want to hurt her any further.

"You're so warm..I love this" he didn't say anything as she mumbled. If it wasn't for you maybe he would have fallen for her again or whatever he felt for her at the time but it was nearly impossible now, not just because he had to take care of you but also because it wasn't Jolene he wanted to cradle and sleep with, it was you that he was missing at the moment.

"Try to sleep okay? If you need something just call me.. I'll be here I promise" he smiled as he pulled away from her, his thumb brushing over her cheeks in a comforting manner, normally he probably would have kissed her on the head but it didn't feel right, not anymore, it felt as if he would be giving her something that only belonged to you.

He stepped out of her room and went back to yours, he found you deep in sleep as he entered so he took his shirt off and got under the sheet. You hummed as you felt his weight next to you but you didn't wake up. How could you sleep so peacefully after throwing that virginity dagger his way?

"A virgin huh? Have you been fooling me all this time or you're doing it now?" He mumbled softly as he was talking to himself really, he leaned down to kiss your forehead before he placed his head down on the pillow, he couldn't stop thinking, ever since Odin has escaped and Jolene entered your lives things seemed a little different, he has always been protective but these past few days he has been overly.. clingy. Something he didn't want to be, something he knew he had to control before it would ruin your arrangement with him. This was much better right? No emotional hang ups, no fights that went beyond the usual yelling or screaming. No fear of heartbreak. This was perfect.

In the middle of the night you did curl up around him like a reptile and when you woke up he wasn't there, he was an early riser and you liked to stay in bed for as long as you could. You could hear their voices coming from the kitchen and it made you feel frustrated already, you didn't have the luxury of a distraction as you didn't have to be on the set today or even tomorrow.

Great, a full day with the love of your life and the love of his life. 

You got showered and chose a floral dress, it had a square deep neckline and frills on the sleeves that made you feel cute but also sexy, you also put some makeup on as you wanted to look good. As you were about to step out there suddenly the conversation from last night hit you, you had let the secret out and he had stormed out of the room. Was he upset? Did he think you were lying? You had no idea but maybe it would be good to just keep the lie going, a virgin still? He'd pity you and that was the last thing you needed. 

"Morning" you mumbled as you entered the kitchen, she was sitting in your spot again and she can't even walk so he must have picked her up and put her there. 

"Got paid, what should we do?" He asked you so you thought about it, everytime you two got paid he treated you both to something, just a little thing you both did but you definitely didn't want to share the tradition with Jolene. You walked closer to him and hugged him from behind, you looked at Jolene and she was fuming so you smiled at her, you pressed several kisses on his back before you grabbed the plate of warm pancakes he had made and went to your room to eat.

"Do you do all the work around here?" Jolene asked him so he looked at her, he could sense the judgement in her voice "She does it when I'm busy" he told her so she hummed in response.

After breakfast he decided to talk to you so he went to your room, you were on the bed laying on the front, the plate of the pancakes were placed to the right and your legs were flailing up and down as you scrolled something on your phone.

"We need to talk" you smiled as you heard his voice but ofcourse he couldn't see you.

"About what?" 

As he climbed on the bed he flipped you around on your back and pinned you underneath him .

"You know what" 

"I lied" you smiled and the corner of his mouth curved as well.

"Why?" 

"Just wanted to mess with you" he looked at you as if he didn't believe you 

"Were you messing with me last night or you're messing with me now?" 

"I guess we will never find out huh" he chuckled as you said that.

"Why would you lie darling?" He asked you again even though you had already answered him.

"I told you" 

"No you are lying sweetheart" his hair tickled your face so you pushed them behind his shoulder with your fingers, he was staring at you with such intensity that you wanted to tell him everything, tell him your truth and why you did it but you felt scared and pathetic. What would he think? Would it even matter to him? Would he even care?

"It doesn't matter" he sighed as you said that.

"Fine..talk to me only when you want to tell me the truth" he got off you and left the room immediately, you sighed deeply as you found yourself in a troubling situation, why did you have to open your big mouth like that last night?

The fact that you were a virgin as the day you were born made him feel even more protective about you, all this time he taunted you about those boys at the orphanage, he hurt you with his words when you went out with those men, anything could have happened with you by the hands of those men. They could have taken an advantage or make you do something you didn't want to do.

He really thought the little threat he gave you would make you crawl back to him but to his surprise he didn't hear from you all day so he spent his day with Jolene. What option did he really have? At night when you finally came out he was sitting alone on the couch thankfully.

"What do you want me to say?" you asked him so he shrugged.

"Truth" 

"Can I sit on your lap?" You asked him as you walked towards him so he smiled.

"Since when do you need my permission?" 

"Since forever" 

You sat down on his lap with your knees folded on either side of his thighs, as your eyes met you cupped his cheeks and kissed his forehead.

"What happened to John? You were just fourteen y/n..the story that reached me doesn't go with you being untouched so far" he came straight to the point it seems.

"Okay so when I said virgin.. I just meant I haven't had a dick inside my vagina until now" he furrowed his brows as you said that.

"That's exactly what being a virgin means?" 

"Just wanted to clarify that I have kissed and made out and other stuff" you mumbled like a fool. Why did you have to be like this? "He liked me, alot, he was my neighbour at the foster home, I somehow got into a foster home and fucked it up can you believe it?" You chuckled so he nodded.

"That boy tried to hurt himself because you manipulated him and asked him to have sex with you, that's what they told me" 

"And you believed them?" Your eyes teared up and so did his "Not the whole truth..he was umm..he was sweet and kind and he treated me .. nicely" well he was nice until he wasn't "But he was just another teenage boy, and boys want sex " His eyes flickered as you said that, with your past and everything when Steve told him about what had happened he just assumed that you were a damaged child doing damaging things in life

"What did he do?"

"He found out about the cult and he thought..I must be freaky and whatnot..so he initiated it and i said no, he was okay with it but then he couldn't stop getting touchy even when I didn't want it, that made me lose whatever feelings I had for him slowly" 

"Did you even like this guy?" 

"I did.. well I thought I did" your voice broke so he pulled you closer to him and his arms wrapped around your waist in a comforting manner, he pressed a soft kiss on your neck so you clutched onto him

"After our break-up he was a little sad and he had other issues himself that led him to hurt himself but he was scared his parents would disown him or whatever so he lied about me and his parents complained to the family I was living with and I was immediately sent back to the orphanage, the girls there learned about my past too as we got a little older and all of a sudden I was just that freak from the cult. Oh!!! look freaky y/n gave Jaden a blowjob at the mall's bathroom. Did you hear how freaky y/n sneaked Lucas in her bedroom? What a whore right?"

He was told about everything and his heart didn't want to believe that his sweet buttons could ever be so careless, but when he came back to you and the way you behaved with him, he started to think of those incidents as facts, you didn't say anything to change his perception either.

"None of those things happened, I liked those boys but that was it, we didn't even date properly because I never wanted to go that far but everytime I said no..i became the villain, I became that slut from the sex cult who was manipulating innocent boys" you looked at him and his eyes teared up, he knew what you meant, he understood the pain of it , he could tell you weren't lying to him anymore. Why didn't he ask you about this before? He thought not talking about your past lives will be better for both of you but maybe he was wrong.

"What about that man you went out with on your 19th birthday or several others after that?" he asked you so you looked at him

"Well I'm not fuckin them if that's what you mean..I just watched a movie and had dinner" 

"Why didn't you fuck any of them?" You opened your mouth and were about to answer his question but you heard his bedroom door opening and as you turned your head around you found an angry looking Jolene glaring at you .

"Can we talk? In private" She said to him so you kissed his forehead,

"I'm willing to tell you the truth if you're willing to listen" you got off his lap after you said that and went to your room, making sure to smile at jolene to piss her off even more.

You pressed your ears against the door and you could hear her yelling at him so loudly that you feared that old woman living next to you would file another complaint

"How could you indulge her like that Loki? What's wrong with you?" She said to him and it made you chuckle.

"What do you mean?" He asked her

"You know what I mean Loki..she was just a kid when you met her, god that's disgusting, what is wrong with you? Are you fucking her?" your eyes teared up as she said that to him. How dare she? She was demonizing him for something that wasn't in his control, besides he never even fucked you or even tried to when you knew very well that any other man in his place would have tried to take advantage of the situation especially when you were so desperate for him to love you in anyways he wanted.

You heard his door slamming shut so you quickly sat down on the bed and pretended as if you weren't eavesdropping. As he entered your room you noticed his red face, he was either angry or he had cried, probably both. 

"Why didn't you fuck them?" He asked you, his voice sounded harsh but you knew it wasn't because of you, it was because of what she had said to him so you smiled at him.

"You know John..he umm.. he was tall..so tall for his age.. he was lanky but not in a bad way, green eyes, raven curly hair, face like an angel" you took a momentarily pause as you looked at him so he walked towards you "Reminded me of someone, someone I really wanted to hold and get back to"

Your eyes welled up with tears and his face softened too. He cupped your cheeks and made you look up at him, his thumbs wiped your tears,

"I liked him..I did, but one time we were making out and I just couldn't get myself to feel for him, as I looked into his eyes I realized that he was just a copy..he wasn't who I wanted, he wasn't who I dreamed of, it wasn't fair to him" 

"You were just a kid y/n" 

"I know..that's why I tried over and over again to move on..to forget Youuuu but I couldn't..and then you came for me and I thought It was meant to be you know..but when you told me that you would never ever feel anything for me in that way I couldn't take it.. I got desperate and I wanted to hurt you that night so I did and said what I thought would hurt you.." 

He made you stand up as you confessed some of the things you have been hiding from him all this time, he knew you lusted after him but hearing you say all this to him made him realize that the bond you both shared with each other was way deeper than just lust on your side or responsibility on his side, his thumbs rubbed against your cheeks to wipe your tears but they kept coming. 

"I can't give you what you want from me darling.. you were just a child when I met you.. it's wrong for me to even think of you like that" He had always felt like a pervert thinking of you like that, he was his father's son afterall.

"It's not wrong anymore…look at me, what's the difference between me and those women you fuck? You have fucked girls younger than me" you raised your voice so he shook his head.

"It's not the same thing" 

"Whyyy? What's the difference then?" 

"You won't understand" 

"Enlighten me then.. because It hurts.. watching you with them..it hurts" you clutched onto his shirt as you cried furiously, he wanted to calm you down but his own emotions felt too much at the moment.

"I'm sorry baby I really am.. I just can't ruin you like that, you're too important for me to be ruined like that, moreso now, you saved yourself for meeee? This monster? Things I have done in life would make your skin crawl"

He pulled you away from him and then he left, you bared your soul open to him and you didn't think it made any difference.

He grabbed his jacket and walked out of the apartment, the argument with Jolene and then this discussion felt too much at once, he wanted to tell you that he felt the same but he couldn't, he didn't want to fuck this up more with such feelings that he knew would fade once he had given himself completely, he took a leap of faith once and it only damaged him further.

He was at some bar getting drunk when Jolene called him, he didn't want to talk to her, he really needed her to get out of their lives, probably shouldn't have left you two in the same apartment. 

He couldn't stop thinking about you being a virgin still and suddenly he had an epiphany, a fear that he thought he had overcome returned again, that was one of the things he didn't have to worry about anymore but this new revelation meant your life was in even more danger now that Odin was free to hunt again. It wasn't just a matter of revenge any longer when it comes to you. Once Odin finds out about you he'd try to finish the ritual he had started.

 Blood of a virgin, that's what he needed for the final sacrifice.

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Third Second Time's a Charm (new chapter posted)

a 911 Lone Star Tarlos fic

Summary: Carlos has to ask Iris to be his best man...again. And Iris is happy to add her commentary to the happy day.

read the first chapters on ao3 here

Chapter 6 = Summary: With most of the wedding arrangements completed, TK and Andrea sit down for a heart-to-heart about Carlos's past.

...

TK was starting to get nervous. Carlos should’ve been here by now.

What if something had happened to him and Iris? What if Carlos had run a red light, distracted by Iris’s insistent questioning, and had gotten in an accident and was now lying in a hospital somewhere...or worse?! TK had insisted Carlos spend the day with Iris, and he’d never forgive himself if—

“You okay, mijo?”

Andrea’s concerned voice snapped TK out of his spiral.

And although TK wasn’t consciously aware of it, “mijo” had been the perfect word for his future mother-in-law to use. Had she called him “son”, TK likely would’ve been reminded of the only other woman who had ever called him that, a woman who was now gone, painfully absent from today’s proceedings.

Instead, calling him “mijo”—referring to him as a member of her family, even though he and Carlos were not yet wed—was a subtle reminder that Andrea wasn’t concerned about red lights or anything else standing in the way of today’s marriage...and therefore was just the calming reassurance TK needed at the moment.

He nodded at Andrea, explaining, “Just...wishing 4:30 would hurry up and get here!” He’d wanted to get married three months ago, and he was sick of all this waiting.

Andrea gave him a warm smile, reminding him, “It will get here soon enough, mijo. And then, before you know it, 5, 10, 20 years will have gone by with Carlos at your side, and you will only regret how fast your time together flew by...and how you wish you would have savored every happy moment.”

TK saw the tears welling in her eyes, no doubt regretting that she had not fully savored her time with her own husband before he was gone.

Putting his hand on Andrea’s shoulder, TK tenderly asked, “How are you holding up?” He knew Carlos had been worried that having the wedding so soon after the funeral would be too big a strain on his mother, and TK hoped this wasn’t the case.

Luckily, it didn’t seem to be as she nodded and quickly wiped away the solitary tear that had managed to escape down her cheek. “There is no place I would rather be today,” she insisted with a warm smile.

TK beamed, eagerly agreeing, “Me, too.”

Soon he would be married, and this wonderful, kind woman would officially be family.

He was therefore surprised at the next words out of her mouth.

“Though I am...sorry,” she said, vaguely gesturing to the neatly decorated tables, each with flowered centerpieces that she herself had personally helped oversee the placement of.

TK nervously looked around. “Sorry for what?” If something had gone wrong with the flowers, if the wedding didn’t turn out perfectly after TK had insisted Carlos stay away for the day, Carlos was likely to never forgive him.

But Andrea was not apologizing for the flowers.

“I am sorry Gabriel and I were not better parents.”

“What?” TK wasn’t sure where this was coming from.

Andrea sighed, taking TK’s hand and leading him over to one of the tables so they could both sit down.

“When Carlos first came out to us, Gabriel and I...” She shook her head as she trailed off, heaving a sigh of obvious regret. “We were confused. What he was telling us, it did not seem like the Carlos we knew. The Carlos we loved. We did not know how to react. So...we didn’t. We just sat and listened to him. We didn’t even ask any questions. We were not upset or even...disappointed, just...surprised. But Carlos, he misunderstood our silence—especially his father’s, since Gabriel had spent his life always questioning, always interrogating. Carlos mistook that silence for disappointment. For shame. So he said nothing more, and we merely went on with our lives as if the conversation had never happened.”

TK nodded. Carlos had told him his own side of this painful story before, so it felt weird to be hearing it now from Andrea’s point of view.

She continued, “Then Carlos told us he was marrying Iris. We didn’t know what to think. We knew the two were close, had been for years, but we had not expected it. And what about what he’d told us? Carlos had never said anything more about it, so had he been mistaken? Had it just been a phase? We were certain our mijo was too smart, too...sensitive to marry someone he didn’t love.” She sighed once again. “But we should have seen. We should have known. Carlos and Iris obviously cared for each other...but not the way a husband and wife should. They were compadres, not cariños. And while perfect on the surface, something with their wedding was...amiss. It was...unhealthy. Joyless.” She shook her head, mumbling almost to herself, “When I think about all the pain my boy went through...”

“But...Carlos doesn’t blame you for his mistakes,” TK insisted, tenderly squeezing Andrea’s hand. “He blames himself.”

Andrea nodded, a contrite smile on her face as she explained, “And that is what I regret.”

TK understood—not even Trudie and her crazy, murderous son could ever torture Carlos as badly as he had tortured himself with regret and self-loathing.

Thank goodness Carlos had finally been able to move on from his own troubled past...so he and TK could now have a future.

Andrea’s smile warmed as she went on, “But there is one good thing that came out of the past.”

“What’s that?” TK asked eagerly, hoping to learn even more about the man he was about to marry...even though it wasn’t liable to be as blackmail-worthy as the Teen Wolf obsession.

Andrea patted the back of TK’s hand, saying, “If he had not wasted his time with Iris, he might not have been emotionally available when he met you. And you two belong together. This wedding, this marriage, I know is overflowing with the right kind of love.”

TK smiled, glad to have her approval...even though he knew she was wrong.

He and Carlos were soulmates. Carlos had even used the term the other day.

So TK was certain they would’ve found each other, no matter what.

But if Andrea wanted to see TK as the silver lining in the dark cloud that had been Carlos’s first marriage, he wasn’t going to take that away from her.

“Well, our wedding is going to be perfect,” TK declared smugly.

“Except the flower arrangements aren’t symmetrical.”

“Iris!” TK exclaimed, jumping to his feet and giving the woman who’d just appeared in front of them a welcoming hug. “How did today go? Is Carlos okay?” He looked around the venue eagerly, hoping to catch a glimpse of his fiancé.

“He’s fine, but I couldn’t keep him away any longer. He was too anxious to make sure everything was perfect.” Iris frowned at the flower centerpiece behind him, which TK had to admit did seem a bit off-balance, commenting, “I guess it’s good we got here when we did.”

TK laughed, having promised himself not to let Iris get to him today.

“I guess I’d better clear out, then,” he said, knowing Carlos would want to keep to the tradition of not seeing each other before the wedding. He turned back to Andrea, offering, “I hope he doesn’t drive you too crazy.”

And Iris, too, he thought to himself with a grin as he hurried off to find his dad.

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find the entire fic (so far) on ao3 here

#tarlos #tarlos fanfic #911 lone star #911ls fanfic #trying to get some good out of the bad

[luffythinker]

I don't know if i'd consider myself a swifty but one song that does make me think of them is the 10 minute version of "all too well" i do listen to a lot of taytay tho, i was listening to her since she was country love me some paper rings and im only me when im with you don't get me started on stay stay stay

But All too well. im going to get into it

"Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place And I can picture it after all these days"

The days they spend at UA together when he's sitting in the jailcell thinking about Bakugo and all his friends

"And I know it's long gone and that magic's not here no more And I might be okay but I'm not fine at all"

After everything's been said and done the war is over and everyone's recovered Bakugo is the one reaching out to Aoyama who probably did a little jail time for his crime he's gotten out and he's able to be with everyone again

"You told me 'bout your past thinking your future was me"

Aoyama remembering his time with Bakugo AGAIN

"And I know it's long gone and there was nothing else I could do And I forget about you long enough to forget why I needed to"

Aoyama trying to apologize for "wasting" Bakugo's time knowing full well they couldn't be what either of them want them to be and he still doesn't believe it after all this time even though they are in a time of peace

"'Cause there we are again in the middle of the night We're dancing 'round the kitchen in the refrigerator light Down the stairs, I was there I remember it all too well, yeah"

i have to kinda think a little bit but maybe them reconnecting living together and remembering dorm life actually being in the relationship they wanted to be in

"And maybe we got lost in translation Maybe I asked for too much But maybe this thing was a masterpiece 'til you tore it all up"

Bakugo having an argument with Aoyama about how he loved and still loves him even though he hurt him in such a way with what he did but he can't bring himself to be completely angry cause it isn't his fault he was put into that kind of position

"And you call me up again just to break me like a promise So casually cruel in the name of being honest"

Bakugo's perspective of Aoyama telling everyone what he did

"I'm a crumpled up piece of paper lying here 'Cause I remember it all, all, all Too well"

Me lol but really so them.

"Time won't fly, it's like I'm paralyzed by it I'd like to be my old self again But I'm still trying to find it After plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own Now you mail back my things and I walk home alone "

Aoyama wanting the old days back AGAIn but this time he is alone living by himself after he got out of jail he doesn't tell anyone he doesn't contact anyone he just is alone and in all honestly probably not living in a house and if he is it's a small apartment

"But you keep my old scarf from that very first week 'Cause it reminds you of innocence And it smells like me You can't get rid of it 'Cause you remember it all too well, yeah"

Bakugo keeping Aoyama's cape and sleeping with it he probably will tell him about it when they reconnect and refuse to give it to him until he's retaken a hero's whatever if the government will allow him to be a hero again

"And you were tossing me the car keys, "Fuck the patriarchy" Key chain on the ground, we were always skipping town"

Bakugo recalling all the stuff they got into as 1-years cause im gonna add in little things you know stuff kids do they shouldn't be doing "I wont say anything if you wont" doesn't have to be sexual but you know

"And I was thinking on the drive down, any time now He's gonna say it's love, you never called it what it was"

THIS ONE IS SO THEM LOVE IS STRONG WORD WE JUST SAY ITS A STRONG WORD

"Check the pulse and come back swearing it's the same After three months in the grave And then you wondered where it went to as I reached for you But all I felt was shame and you held my lifeless frame"

Bakugo spilling his feeling about everything and about how he practically died in the war and never thought he'd see Aoyama again he didn't even try to contact him when he got out of jail and it really hurt his feelings Bakugo is balling his tears possibly on the floor for this man

"And I know it's long gone and There was nothing else I could do And I forget about you long enough To forget why I needed to"

Aoyama saying how the feelings they had are probably gone because Bakugo coudln't possibly love him anymore after everything they've been through why in the world would he even want to hold on to something like this?

"And there we are again when nobody had to know You kept me like a secret, but I kept you like an oath Sacred prayer and we'd swear To remember it all too well, yeah"

Bakugo staying strong until the day he gets to live the life he wanted with Aoyama cause he is not giving up on Aoyama that isn't winning, winning is happy ever after so he made sure he got through whatever rehabilitation he needs cause ya boy probably got heart problems after what happen to him

"They say all's well that ends well, but I'm in a new Hell Every time you double-cross my mind"

Could be either of them thinking of eachother but i can see it more Bakugo

"You said if we had been closer in age maybe it would have been fine And that made me want to die"

Aoyama thinking maybe if he was born with a quirk or if Bakugo was quirkless and his friend in the school he went to maybe that would have made things better but Quirkless Bakugo gets in the way of Bakugo's dream and being Quirkless would make Bakugo want to die

"The idea you had of me, who was she? A never-needy, ever-lovely jewel whose shine reflects on you"

The person Bakugo saw as Aoyama but he was putting on a front

"Not weeping in a party bathroom Some actress asking me what happened, you That's what happened, you"

What happened to Aoyama? why is he so sad? Bakugo he is upset with himself because of how he hurt Bakugo

"But then he watched me watch the front door all night, willing you to come And he said, "It's supposed to be fun turning twenty-one" "

Bakugo waiting to hear anything about Aoyama's return and Deku or Kirishima saying something like that when they are older cause Aoyama is potential gonna do time for im being generous 5 years im sorry but bro could have had many people taken out and more then hurt by what he did

"Just between us, did the love affair maim you, too?"

Bakugo asking Aoyama if what he did, did it hurt him too? did it hurt him to live hurting Bakugo hurting them both?

omg that's so cool, I love that your songs are very niche!! love that we're getting into all too well today, I love this song with my whole heart

can't imagine Aoyama in jail but I hope he does his time too!!

I don't think we need to connect every verse but it's so magic how a lot of it suits them, like the "maybe this thing was a masterpiece etc" verse is so painful, because they could have had the best relationship but it was broken apart so suddenly :(

Imagine Aoyama calling Bakugo after he left, he doesn't say anything but you can hear both of their breathing, they both cry over the phone, Aoyama hangs up without saying a word

"Cause it reminds you of innocence and it smells like me" OKAY BUT WHAT IF BAKUGO KEEPS A BOTTLE OF AOYAMAS FAVORITE PERFUME, SOMETIMES HE SPRAYS IT IN HIS ROOM JUST TO FEEL LIKE HE'S THERE AGAIN

THE WAY THEY BOTH NEVER CALLED IT WHAT IT WASKJFDKJDFK a big step for them would be saying I love you in the future and it's justsdihdfjodfj

"You kept me like a secret, but I kept you like an oath" THIS ONEKJDFJKDFKJ it's so particular, cause I imagine Bakugo never really telling anybody about it (besides Kiri who already knows), nobody really understands why he's so devasted when Aoyama left, but he kept what they had with him, securing it till the day they could be together again

"Just between us, did the love affair maim you, too?" AND IT DID, THEY BOTH NEVER LOVED ANYBODY AGAIN LIKE THEY LOVED EACH OTHER IM GONNA GO INSANE

i loved your analysis of the song, this makes me feel so feral, I love connecting lyrics to my ships

#bakuyama #bakugo katsuki #aoyama yuuga #bnha #taylor swift #rei replies

[automatismoateo]

I had to cut off a close friend today via /r/atheism

I had to cut off a close friend today

I known her for almost 10 years. She is a newly devout Christian and I am Atheist (I let go of religion 6 years ago), I'm still trying to unbrainwash certain things in my head. She moved to another state and discovered her faith like 2 years ago. I'm happy she is cool but as she got deeper and deeper into it, she made it her goal to try to reconvert me (or say I wasn't fully Christian in the first place) and try to either shame me, guilt trip me, or state that "her path works for her and millions of people". She doesn't want to listen to proof and credits Christianity with saving her life.

I set boundaries because I felt like she was being to pushy. I told her I never tried to make her an atheist, don't try to make me a theist, and let's just keep being friends. But every time I talk to her about something, she flips it to be something to prove that I should be religious or she says I'm truly not happy, I'm lying to myself that I am happy, and true happiness comes from religion.

We got into a small argument on the phone yesterday, she said she was happy with her life even though she pointed out things she been going through that made her "cussed out God one minute, but praise him and next". She started to point certain things out about her logic and she began screaming at me. I told her to relax and act saintly lol. She knew she overstepping her boundary

She ended up apologizing through text but not for anything but being excited during the call. I decided today that she will never change, she always try to convert me, and no matter how much I try, I can't deal with her anymore.

I blocked her from everything for the foreseeable future

Submitted April 10, 2023 at 01:45AM by Dramatic_Award_1850 (From Reddit https://ift.tt/LIvCMum)

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[snarkysinner]

| No Place To Hide. |

[[I miss the days when I had a smile on my face and I was riding my bike, just innocent, not always living in anguish.

You know those stories your parents tell you about the monster under your bed, go to sleep and the monster will not appear, well the real monster it wasn’t under my bed.

He lives and breathes in my house. I was 10 years old and my father was a frustrated drunker who treated my mom and me like dirt, yelling at her for the way she looks, sounds.

She was scared of what he was capable of doing. She was always nervous in that situation and she felt vulnerable.

He wasn’t always like that; he was charming and loved her. Then he wasn’t a drinker nor did he blame her for everything bad in his life. His motto was.

“I know I’m a controlling freak. But you need to learn how to cope with it, that's just the way that it is.” He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.

My father wasn’t a person that can take the failures in his life and turn them into positive ones and believe in himself.

One night he was drowning in alcohol and it was a pity he could barely say something coherent when my mother asked him if he wanted to have dinner.

“You told me that you don't want me in your life and guess what? We will be together until death do us part!”

My mother remained silent for a moment.

Her voice cracked. “What’s the point in having a conversation with you when the next morning you won’t remember anything.?”

His gaze piercing into hers something evil took control over him before he smacked her face. When I heard the noise and the screams I left my room to try to defend her but he pushed my frame against the fridge and I fell unconscious on the floor. That was the first time I saw the monster.

After a few years of misery he beat her to death and he buried her body in the backyard of the house and ran away until the police caught him for his crime.

At the trial he apologized to me with fake tears because he did not remember what happened but deep down my gut feelings said he was lying so the judge could reduce his sentence but they gave him a life sentence in a maximum security prison without being able to see the light of the day.

My mother used to stand up for what she knew was Right, Tucking her tail between her legs, she didn’t have the strength to run away, she didn’t have the guts and she was the one afraid.

I spent years of my life holding on to things I never should've kept, years of my life of: Hurting, Pain, Anger, Empty, Shame, Broken, Sorrow, Darkness and Anguish.

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I'm old enough and I’m not a puppet of his twisted mind and no strings on my back.

I often don't think before I act and I am quick-tempered but also always up for a laugh, brave and loyal to a fault, always ready to look out for and defend the people I care about at any turn.

My mind is haunted by the horrors of my past, and they have stuck with me ever since. I've been bruised from the start, yet I still chase my dreams and chances to succeed in life, I like swords, boxing, bow and arrow.

Fighting in the clandestine alleys of this city earns good money and I don't have to fill out a resume with a shitty job that pays a pittance and also requires 8 hours of my time.

My fist smashed into my opponent’s jaw; my tattoos glistened with the sweat, I didn’t give him a chance to process. He quickly threw a punch straight to my gut. I threw several punches with both of my fists still they bled, leaving his face like a raw hamburger.

You might get a glimpse of how I cope with all this anger in me, physically abused by my father as a child. I remember it vividly, but wish I could forget about it and all the pain associated with it.

I gotta thanks my sperm donor for this anger that I carry around. He used to put me in the corner, so he could see the fear in my eyes, my heart was pounding out my chest, he took me into the basement that smelled like musty and it was cold. He locked me there several times, beating me still. I screamed and I cried until I fell asleep.

I get sick to my stomach every time I think about these things like it's out of my hands and I get ticked off whenever I see it affecting me. I want to forget these memories by burning the house to the ground. Somehow, this memory, for some reason, just won’t burn down.

I miss the smiles we had when we were kids, I miss the memories of feeling love, staring at the window when the rain would come.]]

(To be continued)

[mad-madam-m]

kaede or lydia

Kaede.

#LOOK don't get me wrong I love Lydia #but honestly the moment 10-year-old Kaede shattered her piggy bank and hopped a train to Stern Bild to clear her dad's name #was the moment she ascended to favorite character status #and then shaming him into apologizing to her for lying to her for 10 years with just a glare #was the moment no one else was gonna touch her #Kaede's a good egg #Anonymous #M answers #meme me up Scotty #make me choose meme

[golbrocklovely]

never needed // colby brock

A/N: so fun fact about this fic is that i came up with it last year back in november. it was around the time me and my ex best friend stopped being friends. i was really in such a rough headspace, and i think the concept shows it. i just finished writing it today and wow... i still feel this way to some extent, but not fully (thank god). also i literally cried while writing it today so there’s that. hope yall enjoy this one. i'm trying to post a bunch of fics since this coming week is my bday (the 14th). no guarantees, but i'm trying my best to put out at least six things. let me know what you think of this one. see yall later :)

prompt: colby has been ghosting you for a while, just when things were starting to get good between you two. after a week of ignoring you, he’s finally ready to talk. || fem!reader x colby brock

trigger warning: angst, cursing, heartache, crying, honestly this one is really sad so sorry about that, happy ending tho

word count: 2331

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"Are you fucking kidding me?" I groaned to myself, staring at my phone.

Colby was still ignoring me, something I had grown accustomed to this week. He had ghosted my calls and my texts. He turned his read notifications off too, so I had no clue whether or not he had even seen my messages at all.

Everything had been going great between us. We had met a couple years back and hit it off as friends right away. I always thought he was attractive, and our friendship was always really flirty; so much so that fans thought we were together. And then finally, something clicked a couple months back. I wasn't sure if it was the accidental drunken kiss we shared, or just a built up of feelings, but we finally decided that maybe we should test out an actual relationship.

We promised each other we would take it slow, both of us still heartbroken from our previous relationships and our general trust issues. But these past two months, we went into overdrive, actually taking the time to feel each other out as boyfriend and girlfriend.

And for the first time, I felt happy. Genuinely happy.

A week ago, we had even gone on a cute little date, something we had started doing regularly. We were in the middle of our conversation; I remember I laughed hard at something he said. It was loud enough that some of the patrons in the restaurant stared at us. And when he tried to shush me jokingly, a silence had fallen over us.

His face dropped suddenly, he became super serious and quiet, and then he asked if we could go home.

He told me the next day that he thought he got food poisoning and it just hit him in the restaurant. I didn't think anything of it and was fine with going home early.

But now, I wonder if he was lying.

I looked back down at my phone, reading over my messages from the past week to him.

Was I taking this too far? He could have just been busy. I don't wanna come across as clingy.

"Ugh, fuck that." I muttered out loud to myself, rolling out of my bed to get a drink.

I didn't care if I came across as clingy. I had a right to know why he was ignoring me. If it was work related, he would have told me. He had done that in the past before.

This was different, I just knew it.

Tomorrow, I planned to go over and see him. I would have done it tonight, but I knew he wasn't home. He was out with some friends at Saddle Ranch. Like a fan, I had to watch his stories on Insta, since that was the only way I knew where he was.

"Don't expect too much from him." Sam said.

I shook my head at that memory. When we got together, everyone was happy for us. But I could feel a certain tension in the room, a certain caveat that wasn't being mentioned. Later that night, Sam and I were by ourselves, and he asked me if Colby and I had really made our relationship official. I told him we hadn't gone all the way, but that we were taking it one step at a time.

"I'm happy for you guys, really. I just wonder..." His voice trailed off.

I cocked my head. "Wonder what?"

"Look, I love you both, but I don't know if Colby is really ready for a relationship. There's a lot of things he still needs to work through." He stated.

"We're not that serious." I laughed.

"Yeah, yet. If you plan to be, I just don't want you to get your heart broken because he wasn't ready." Sam admitted.

I patted his shoulder lightly, smiling. "Relax, Samuel. Everything will be fine."

"Alright. Just... don't expect too much from him, okay?" He mentioned, his eyes narrowing on mine.

That had been two months ago and... I think I should have heeded his warning.

A loud knock at my front door brought me out of my thoughts, scaring me. I grabbed a knife from my kitchen, striding over to the door. I glance through the peephole to see who was there.

Colby's face stared back.

"Y/N, it's me. Can you open the door?" He called.

I scowled at him through the peephole. "Sorry she's not home right now. Maybe you should try responding to her texts.”

“Look I'm sorry, but that's why I came over. I wanted to talk in person.” He replied.

“Damn, that’s a shame. Too bad she’s not home!” I exclaimed angrily.

“C’mon now, don’t be childish.” He remarked.

I swung the door open, holding back from yelling into my hallway. “Childish?!”

He smirked at me. “I knew that would get you to open the door.”

“You’re not funny.” I deadpanned, glaring at him.

“Can you please let me in? I seriously want to talk.” Colby responded, his eyes landing on mine.

“No, Colby. It’s one o’clock in the morning, I don’t feel like talking, and you’re drunk.” I jeered, resting my hands on my hips.

He scrunched up his face dramatically. “No, I’m not. I only had like two drinks.”

“Oh my mistake. I figured a person that randomly comes over to talk at the ass-crack of night is usually drunk,” I quipped. “Don’t you have better things to do, like be at Saddle Ranch?”

He stepped back, raising an eyebrow. “How’d you know I was at Saddle Ranch?”

I could feel my cheeks heat up. “Because… I watched your stories.”

“Nice to know you pay attention to me,” he uttered under his breath. “Please let me in.”

“No. Fuck off, Colby.” I hissed.

He rolled his eyes at my comment. “If you don’t let me in, I’m just gonna make noise out here in the hallway until you do.”

“Bet.” I huffed.

“What was your favorite movie again… ‘10 Things I Hate About You’?” He questioned, stepping back further into the hallway.

I blinked. “Yeah, so what?”

He looked up at me, giving me a devilish smile. “…You’re just too good to be true.”

My face dropped at his voice. “Colby.”

“Can’t take my eyes off of you.” He sang, pointing at me.

“Are you really-” I started.

He cut me off, running his hands down his body. “You’d be like heaven to touch.”

I hushed. “Seriously stop-”

“I wanna hold you so much.” He closed his eyes, wrapping his arms around himself.

I grunted, smacking my hand towards him. “Colby, it’s one in the morn-”

“At long last, love has arrived.” He opened his arms wide.

“Shut the fuck up!” I whisper-shouted.

“And I thank God I'm alive.” Colby praised up towards the ceiling.

I retorted. “You’re fucking embarrass-”

He spun in a circle slowly. “You're just too good to be true.”

“I knew giving you the code to my apartment was a bad idea.” I grumbled.

“Can't take my eyes off of you.” He winked, pointing at me again.

Colby took a big inhale, ready to start singing the music, but I grabbed his arm and pulled him into my apartment.

I slammed my door shut, locking it quickly. “Next time you do something like that, I’m gonna kill you.”

“That’s not very- why do you have a knife?” He motioned toward the knife sitting on my side table.

“What-? Oh, I thought you were an intruder.” I explained.

He lightly smiled, his dimples appearing. “You think an intruder would knock?”

I snapped, annoyed. “Aren’t you here to apologize?”

“Right, right,” he cleared his throat, his demeanor changing. “Y/N, I’m deeply sorry.”

“Sure.” I narrowed my eyes, walking towards my kitchen.

He followed me. “I know what I did was fucked up. I should have responded to you.”

“You completely ignored me for over a week.” I informed him, resting my back against the counter.

He nodded. “I know. I shouldn’t have done that.”

I crossed my arms uncomfortably. “…were you busy?”

“No, not really.” He divulged, dropping his head.

“So, you purposefully ignored my calls and text…” I could feel my hands shake against my arms.

“You make it sound bad-” He mumbled.

“It is that bad.” I emphasized, stopping him. “Colby, you wanna talk about being childish? That shit was childish.”

He agreed. “I know it was.”

“Obviously not since you keep joking about it.” I argued.

“I’m not trying to joke,” he protested, running his hands through his hair. “Do you wanna know the honest to God truth?”

“Of course I do.” I answered, furrowing my eyebrows.

He exhaled, glancing at me. “When we first got together, even though we were taking it slow, I was terrified to date you.”

“Terrified?” I puzzled.

He swallowed hard. “Yes. Scared shitless.”

“Why?” I questioned.

“I thought it was because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. But then… at dinner,” his voice lowered, his shoulders dropping. “I realized it was more than that.”

I shook my head, confused. “What are you ta-”

“I’m falling in love with you, Y/N.” He confessed.

His words made me step back, my breath hitching in my throat.

I choked. “What?”

“When you laughed really hard, and did that cute snort thing you do, I remember we looked at each other… and all I saw was you,” his eyes bore into mine, causing goosebumps to rise all over my skin. “No one else in that restaurant existed. And in that moment, I wanted to tell you I love you.”

I stammered out words, unable to think clearly. “S-so… you-”

“When I felt it, I knew I had to go home. Because I was just so shocked at the feeling. I haven’t felt that way for anyone in a long time.” He sighed exhaustingly, “and… I apologize that I ignored you. Every time I saw your messages, I knew I should have responded. But my body, my mind, wouldn’t let me.”

I frowned. “Because you love me?”

“Because… I’m scared to love you.” He admitted.

A heavy silence fell over the apartment. I shuddered out an exhale, not even noticing I had been holding my breath in for so long. Colby closed his eyes, twisting up his face, and turned his back to me.

“Why are you scared to love me?” I gulped, scared of his answer.

His shoulders tensed as he gripped the counter. “The last time you felt heartbroken… did it leave you feeling empty? Because that’s how I felt… for so long. It’s not even the empty feeling that bothered me. It was the fact that I knew something used to be there… and now it’s gone. I miss who I was before.”

I opened my mouth, but no words escaped.

“I have this deep, guttural feeling that you’re gonna realize I’m not worth loving, and that there is someone else out there that is, and you’re gonna leave me.” His voice trembled as he spoke, “everyone… always leaves me.”

I gasped quietly. “Colby-”

He turned back to me, his face becoming red. “I just feel like no one ever needs me, you know? Like some people only keep me around because they don’t have the heart to just tell me they don’t care anymore. Even Sam has someone else.

I consoled. “That’s not-”

“And I know it’s selfish to want everyone around me to only want me. I don’t really feel that way. I just… don’t feel like anyone really needs me as much as I need them,” his chest quaked as his breathing began to speed up. “And when you realize it too… I don’t think I can live through that fall out again. I don’t think I’m gonna survive it.”

“Wait, Col-” I murmured.

“At that dinner, I had this gut-wrenching anxiety come over me; a voice in my head that said ‘she’s gonna leave you too’ and… I’m just so sorry.” He panted, his eyes welling up.

I wrapped my arms around him tightly, pressing his body into mine as hard as I could. He buried his face into my neck, his body almost going limp against mine.

I couldn’t help my own tears spill as they landed on his shirt. “Baby, why didn’t you tell me you were feeling this way before?”

“I was ashamed. I should be stronger than this.” He fumed through his tears.

I rubbed his face lovingly. “Who said that? You are strong. Expressing your emotions is strong.”

He nodded, croaking. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. Can you forgive me?”

“Of course. How about tonight you stay over, and then in the morning, we’ll talk about this more? Okay?” I suggested, resting my hands on his forearms.

“Yeah.” He whimpered.

I smiled brokenly. “Come on, let’s go to bed.”

I lightly grasped Colby’s hand, pulling him slowly into my bedroom. He stumbled along, his head remaining down.

I sat him down on the bed and slid off his jacket, placing it on my dresser. I cupped his face, tracing his jaw with my fingers. His eyes finally landed on mine as I tilted his head up.

I leaned down and kissed his lips, resting my forehead against his.

“I’m not gonna leave you, Colby.” I stated, gazing into his eyes.

He begged in a hushed tone. “Please don’t.”

“I won’t. I promise.” I reassured, kissing his forehead.

I walked over to the other side of my bed and laid down. Colby kicked off his shoes, taking his belt off and pulling his jeans down. After getting undressed, he slid into bed with me, laying his head down softly on my chest. Wrapping his arms around me, he buried his head into my neck again, sighing against my skin. I ran my fingers through his hair, a light hum falling from his lips. I ran my other hand up and down his spine, feeling him shiver under my touch.

“We’ll be okay, Colby.” I whispered.

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[clovermarigold]

Daggers and Daffodils Chap.7

Dagur x Reader

Hey everyone! So, for this chapter there's going to be our first, time skip. I apologize in advance if I confuse you at any point. Just wanted you to know so you understood why the last chapter is referenced to have happed a while back.  This time skip will take place in the beginning of the first movie.

I am on a motivation high, and I am going to milk it for all its worth before I have another writer's block.

Also want to apologize for any grammar mistakes, I had to write the majority of this from my phone on a family camping trip.

-Clover/Peachmilkbard (AO3 account name)

Narrator POV

Over the years the Berserkers would come and sign the treaty, Dagur always in tow. While the announcement of your betrothal was sudden and there was little about it you understood, you saw Dagur as a friend (possibly more). However, with each passing visit you noticed Dagur was beginning to change. His once weird behaviors and loud tantrums had turned into straight up insanity and bursts of rage. This paired with him earning a proper mark two years after you resulted in him earning the name Dagur the deranged. You still remember the year Dagur had arrived on berk, rushing towards you to present you proudly with the Monstrous nightmare horn of his first kill (After he had thrown you in the air a few times of course). Dagur's relationship with Hiccup however had remained stagnant, as well as the other children your age. With each visit alongside spending as much time as possible with you, Dagur made it his personal mission to terrorize Hiccup. He had also grown a habit of chasing Fishlegs and ignoring/forgetting Snotlout (honestly you don't even think that one was on purpose). Dagur had come to be rather cold when dealing with Astrid, the first time he had become aware to how close you were with her his usual (TM) deranged grin had fallen and for a while you had almost begun to think he might have been jealous.  

However, despite his change in behavior and actions towards others he always looked at you with the same. Actually, over the years Dagur had become very possessive of you. Whenever you were together (which was nearly all the time) he kept an arm, or a hand wrapped around your waist. He would also act especially violent 'Jealous' when others would act in a 'more than friendly' manner. One such time was one of the few Dagur acknowledged Snotlout's existence. Snotlout had gotten too close for Dagur's comfort, and as a result he found himself upside-down trapped in a hay bale on the edge of the village, just out of screaming distance, for several hours.

But in-between moments of terrorizing others and 'protecting' you from other possible suitors, Dagur made sure to get his point across that you were his everything. The usual tradition of the Berserkers bringing gifts had exploded. Dagur bringing an average of 10 for you and a gag gift for Hiccup, safe to say after the third year of Hiccup being jumped at by an eel in a chest Oswald stopped placing Dagur in charge of Hiccups gifts.

Speaking of Hiccup, he had grown skilled in his job at the forge. In the words of Gobber, "The boy might not be able to pick up an axe, but he can sure make one". Criticisms of Hiccups supposed 'Hiccupness' had sprouted shame and fear in the village at their future chief. You would be lying if you were to say you weren't at least a little concerned for your brother, but you had promised to always stick by his side, and you intended to keep this promise. However, you found yourself constantly tested as tensions began to rise at home. Every dinner was silent and awkward as you tried and failed to get the two to connect, or at least have one normal conversation. Your father trying not to make you feel like he was ignoring you would change the subject, it inevitably turning to you. While you knew he was just trying to compliment you, the conversation would end up turning into your father using you as an example for Hiccup. So, after a while of this pattern repeating you would either shut it down the moment you were brought up or eat in silence.

That wasn't to say you weren't doing well yourself though. Within two years you had finished memorizing the entire dragon book and learning basic defensive maneuvers. And to top things off you as well as Astrid and the other's your age (minus Hiccup) were given the job of damage control. This mostly involved putting out fires, evacuating the young and sick, and supply runs. Thanks to both your training lessons and sparring with Astrid, you were both seen as the most likely to come out first (number 1) in dragon training, which was right around the corner. When you were younger you and Astrid had promised to stay friends and help each other no matter the results. But you could tell the pressure to prove herself to everyone, specifically her family was making her more competitive, and slightly cold.

It was the middle of another dragon raid; they were becoming even more frequent. You groaned angrily as you saw a Zippleback blow up a house you and Fishlegs had spent at least 20 minutes trying to put out. "Fishlegs fall back to the others I'll handle the rounds" you told him. "Are you sure you can do it by your sel- AHH" he screamed as a Gronckle spit a magma ball a little too close for comfort. Due to your similar calmed nature during raids (A front obviously, you would wait till no one was watching before you slipped into any empty streets or allies to have your panic attacks) you were constantly compared to Stoick.

"Go!" you ordered fishlegs. When you saw him turn the other way and begin running, you yourself took off. Avoiding fire and herds of dragons to get to the most crowded battle zone. "SUPPLY RUN!" you yelled out calling towards the engaged Vikings. A narrow path was created between them as they swung their weapons. "Ugh, why do I always get the jobs no one else wants" you ran through the path, half melted swords, maces, and broken shields being tossed to you.

After securing the load of damaged weapons you hauled as quickly as possible to the forge. "Gobber, 9 swords, 2 maces, a shield, and as many ball Barings as possible" you said dropping the collected weapons. "On it" he called to you with his usual unnatural optimism taking said cargo to the forge.

"Oh, nice of you to join the party. I thought you'd been carried off" Gobber greeted to Hiccup as he rushed into the forge. You chuckled as Hiccup replied with his usual sarcasm, "What who me? nah, come on I'm waaay to muscular for their taste".

"Where you been little brother? You're late" you teased, even though years had passed since your first encounter with the Berserkers, you still stood above Hiccup by about half a sheep's hoof.

"Oh, the usual, avoiding death, getting yelled at by dad" he replied lifting the broken head of a war hammer onto a workbench. "Hurry up on that supply run Y/N" Astrid called to you as she and the others filled their pales with water. "I'm working on it Astrid" you watched as she threw the water onto a flaming building, only for it to explode once she turned her back. This caught Hiccups attention who was now openly gawking at her, you rolled your eyes with an exhaled chuckled. You had watched your brother fawn and crush on your best friend for years now, so you were used to it. But it didn't make it any less funny how often he would walk into walls or trip when he saw her.

Your attention was drawn back to the battle at hand when Gobber dropped the mended cargo, 'Back to work then'.  Running down your practiced paths you returned to the heated battle front distributing the weapons.

"Ok, done with the supply run, now I just need to regroup with the others" you said trying to distract yourself enough to give you a few more minutes before your panic attack. You were about to leave when you heard a familiar high pitch screech growing closer. "Night fury!" "Get down!" you crouched to your knees with your hands blocking your face when a flash of purple flew overhead destroying one of the watchtowers, along with a catapult. After a few moments the beast seemed to disappear, you lifted yourself running towards the water cart hoping the others hadn't moved on to another section of the village yet.

Once again you heard the high screech, you looked to the sky to see the beast's shadow in the sky leaping into its own fire. It leaped into its fire one last time before suddenly disappearing, with a faint painful howl. 'Where'd it go?' you wondered.

"No time to think about that!" you scolded yourself continuing your sprint to the others. That it until a street to your right you saw Hiccup being chased by a monstrous nightmare. "Hiccup!" you chased after the two. The dragon hopped from building-to-building shooting at Hiccup. He ducked behind one of the torches as it released a large exhale of fire. The pole protected Hiccup from the immediate flames.

Running towards him as the monstrous nightmare moved around the torch to stand in front of him you grabbed a half-broken shield from the ground. Ramming it into the beast's face, you were able to knock it away from Hiccup. You felt your heart hammer in your chest as it recovered and turned to look at you. Your breath turned ragged, and eyes wouldn't blink. 'Oh no. No No No No! Not Now' you felt the familiar signs of your panic attacks begin to take hold, and struggled to keep your mind from  falling back into the memory of your first encounter with a dragon.

The brief relief Hiccup had from you stepping in evaporated when he saw you begin to shut down. Throughout your many panic attacks Hiccup and on the rare occasion Astrid, had remained a constant through them, often coaching you through breathing and calming you down.

Before the monstrous nightmare could launch itself to attack you, your father threw himself at it, punching it square in the face. The dragon realed, trying and failing to shoot him with a blast of fire.

"You're all out" in a series of haymakers Stoick punched the beast shooing it away with a final kick.

You cringed as the torch fell, tumbling down the stairs. Stoick turned to Hiccup, 'this isn't gonna end well'.Hiccup started to plead his case saying that he had shot down the night fury, only to be met with your fathers anger.The adrenaline and final bits of your control broke like a dam as you felt your stomach turn. Using the last bit of strength you had, you snuck away from the crowd into an Alley way, throwing up.

"Need a hand?" It was Astrid. "No. I think the worst of it's over" you rose to your feet, Astrid holding a mug of water. "Thanks" you took a sip.

"Sometimes I can't believe you two are related, then I see you like this and can".

"Rude" you elbowed her. "I'm just kidding. But really, tonight was embarrassing for everyone, it's gonna take us weeks to repair that torch" Astrid said.

"He's trying his best, Astrid" you tried, though she remained unconvinced. "Well, if his best gets in the way, he shouldn't do it. If I had it my way you'd be future Chief, but I don't,. Luckly with how weak he is all I have to do is wait" you felt your face heat, but not like it usually did when you were with Dagur,with rage. Where had this come from, you knew Astrid didn't care for Hiccup and his antics, but she never went as far as to say it aloud.

"Never say that about him again, Astrid!" You yelled. She sighed, "Fine. I'm sorry" you could tell she didn't mean it. Noticing you still seeming she showed slight regret "We ok" she asked. "...yeah, sure. Just give me some time to cool off" In truth you were livid, but enough time seeing Dagurs outbursts thought you not to do anything rash when you're angry. "I'll see you later" you excused yourself heading home, with only a small goodbye from Astrid.

You returned home to a quiet house. Stoick likely went back to the front to assess damages. "Hiccup?" You knocked on his door "you awake?" You opened the door to see him sitting at his desk drawing. He had a habit of designing and tinkering things you didn't understand when he was upset.

Realizing you had entered he stopped. "... I'm sorry Y/N. I didn't mean to put you in danger it's just- I-". "Think about what your gonna say first" you teased trying to lighten the mood. He looked at you irritated before softening, "I just want to be normal. It I can just kill a dragon, my life will be infinitely better" you watched in amusment as he paced around flailing his arms and he talked about "The woes of Hiccup", he was always such a drama queen, but you guess that was just what made Hiccup... Hiccup.

He sighed (for the umpteenth time), "I really did hit that night fury. You believe me, don't you?" Honestly you didn't know, it was highly unlikely. But you didn't think he was lying, maybe he was just mistaken.

"Of course" you said. After all, you made him a promise. One you intended to keep.

Hi guys thank you so much for reading this chapter. As I said in the begging of this chap. I'm on a writters high, this paired with the fact these next two or three chapters will mostly be world building (so not much Dagur) I'm going to try and get them out as soon as possible so you can get what you came here for; that sweet sweet Dagur content. So expect these next few chapters to come out really soon.

#dagur the deranged #httyd dagur #dagur x reader #dagur #httyd #race to the edge

[hacked-by-jake]

New Life

Summary: Finally you will move to Duskwood and start a new life. A moving with the help of the chaotic Duskwood Squad and a shamed hacker with the wrong moving box, can it be more beautiful?

Pairing: Group & Fem!MC x Jake

Words: 4,4 k

A/n: Welcome to this OneShot. After a long time something of my own. I dreamed about it and so the idea came. So I hope you’ll like it and have fun. Excuse the mistakes etc etc etc.

Take care and stay healthy! Much love.❤️

4 a.m.

"Shit" you hiss annoyed and look at the stain of coffee on the floor, which was sweped in your haste over the edge of the cup, "My poor coffee".

Because of sorrow you forgot again why you even walked to the door.

You want to make your way to get a cloth when it rings again, "Oh right" you shake your head over your forgetfulness. It’s just too early for you.

Quickly you open the door to your apartment and look in two radiant faces belonging to Dan and Richy, your heroes of the day.

"Good morning" both say at the same time and you would just like to crawl back into bed.

"Good morning guys, come in. Careful not to step on the coffee, he did not deserve it"

Hectically you put your cup next to the door on the small dresser to go to the kitchen and get something to wipe away.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Dan asks you as you come back with quick steps.

"You look tired, haven’t you slept?" Richy asks, grinning, you shake your head.

"Only about half an hour and that was an accident. I didn’t want to sleep," you explain.

"Why?" Richy looks around the almost empty apartment. All that’s left are only the biggest furniture you’ll be taking with you and a lot of moving boxes.

"I had to pack so much stuff and besides I was really excited. Do any of you want coffee? I made more, and I left two more cups outside." You’re offering.

The eyes of both men grow big,"I certainly don’t say no to coffee," Richy jokes and follows you into the kitchen.

"Just take what you need. I still have to pack the rest of my clothes and the stuff from the bathroom" You already ran off only to then make a 180 degree turn, "My cup" you mumble and grab it.

"MC, let’s take it easy, we have all the time in the world," Dan rebukes you and you sighing.

"I’m sorry, I’m probably more excited than I thought," you apologize and drop into the chair at your kitchen table.

"This is normal. You don’t move to a completely strange and creepy city every day," Richy throws in and immediately gets a nasty look from Dan.

"Are you serious?" he asks, "You’re not making it better!"

Richy looks embarrassed in your a little desperate face, "But for that, this will be the coolest time of your life!" he tries to save the situation, "Hey, think about it, the Duskwood Squad is finally completely united in a few hours!"

The prospect of the time you are about to be with your friends, and that always without having to go home, also makes you smile like the two men

"But it’s about time, Shorty, we miss you at our place.

A visit every few months is simply not enough, or just for one night over the weekend. You should have seen the girls the last days, there was no rest"

Dan finds just the right words to calm you down. You’ve waited so long to move to Duskwood, and now it’s finally time. A new phase in your life with a group of good friends that you met during a worst-case similar situation.

Since then, there hasn’t been a day when you haven’t written or spoken on the phone. You’ve played so much Doodle Splash to pass the time for your next visit that you feel like you’ve painted more than Picasso ever did

"You are right! " you agree resolutely, "time for the best time of my life! "

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"I actually thought you had a few less things," Richy stands breathless in your apartment door. Of course, the big things, like your couch, your bed and your desk, were brought into the truck first which Richy borrowed from a friend company for removals.

And now for about 20 minutes you’ve been carrying one box after the other downwards to store it. In between, even one of your neighbors came to help, who actually wanted to go to work but still had a few minutes.

"That’s because the boxes are too small," you joke, and Richy looks at you with a look that clearly says 'You don’t believe that yourself'.

Defending you raise your hands and push with your foot another box over to him, which he can bring down.

About 10 minutes later, in which you had to take out all the boxes again, and put them back in, you put down the last box in your hallway. Behind you, Dan and Richy come up the stairs as you pull the little key to your former apartment out of your pocket and sigh.

"Finish!" Richy cheers and puts an arm around your shoulders, "Are you ready?" Dan asks you and you nod. A little sad, you put the key in the keyhole one last time and lock up.

Dan takes the last box from you and you go down the stairs together. You throw the key into the mailbox as agreed with your landlord and turn around one last time.

Determined not to be sad or rather melancholic, you climb forward into the truck behind Richy while Dan closes the big cargo hatch.

He himself gets into the driver’s seat.

"Let’s go into your new life" he announces solemnly as he starts the engine.

"Into a new life"

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"I wanna be the very best!

Like no one ever was!

To catch them is my real test

To train them is my cause" you all shout the theme music of Pokémon.

Richy has turned on his playlist where all the songs you can only imagine are. You’ve been driving for about an hour and a half.

"POKÉMON!" Richy screams and throws his hand into the air.

"Don’t shout!" Dan grumbles and gives him a annoyed look, "You just screamed too!" the mechanic defends himself and twists his eyes. "I need another coffee, I’m driving to the next rest stop, otherwise I won’t make it for the next two hours," says Dan and you agree.

At the gas station you get yourself a new coffee and a snack. Actually 3 hours are not so much driving, but with the grumpy Dan and the lively Richy, who are two clowns at the same time, it can be exhausting.

After you get back to the truck, and this time Richy drives on, you actually managed to fall asleep after half an hour.

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"Wake up, Shorty" you hear the voice of the bearded man far away, "We are almost there," he explains and you open your eyes. You need a short moment to realize where you are and what’s going on, but then you straighten up. Your head was lying on Dan’s shoulder.

"Sorry" you mumble and stretch as much as possible with so little space." It’s fine. I almost slept myself" he waves off and you just nod. No wonder, the two boys also left at 1 a.m., to be with you in time.

In fact, you can already see that you will reach the entrance of Duskwood in about 5 minutes. You’ve been driving this way so many times, you know the way around, like in your own hometown.

"I’m so glad I don’t have to drive any further," Richy whines and drums with his fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of the song that sounds quietly from the radio.

"When the truck is empty, you have to bring it back" Dan reminds him. Without going into the mocking comment, the mechanic turns the radio a little louder.

When the sign 'Welcome to Duskwood' appears in your sight, you start to grin broadly. Nervously you slide back and forth on the seat and bite your lower lip.

Richy crosses the border into the small town with secrets you still have learned to love.

"Welcome to Duskwood" Richy congratulates you and you happily clap your hands.

Welcome new life.

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When you turn into the street where your apartment is, very close to Jessy’s, you almost jump up from your seat. Just the seatbelt holds you back when you see the rest of the group standing outside the door: Jessy, Cleo, Thomas, Lilly and Hannah.

All 5 wave wildly and Richy pushes twice on the horn to greet. As far as the side of the road goes, Richy stops the truck and you quickly unbuckle yourself. You rip the door, and without using the stairs, you jump out of the car, "Leave the door where it belongs!" you hear Richy shout, but you’ve been on your way down for a long time.

"Hello" calls all of you in a choir as a tight and not quite gentle hug with the 4 girls takes place. All at the same time you fall into each other’s arms. Compliments are exchanged and joy about the move announced.

"You pretend you haven’t seen each other for four years!" you hear Richy laugh and roll his eyes. "That’s how it feels," Hannah chuckles next to you.

"Hello MC" Thomas shouts amused and you stretch an arm in the air and waves in an indefinite direction, "Hello Thomas, I don’t know where you stand but HI!"

After you finally broke up from each other, Hannah holds out your new front door key that she kept for you. She was the one who looked for apartments for you on the spot when you couldn’t be here. She took over the visits and took pictures. If it was possible, she took you with her through a video call.

"Congratulations MC, welcome to the family" she smiles.

"Thank you folks, it’s so nice to finally be here!"

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After you have arrived correctly and you have looked at your apartment once again in empty state, you have started to bring everything into the apartment. Now, of course, things are moving much faster with more people.

You’ve built up in the stairwell to the second floor: Dan, Richy, Thomas, Cleo, Lilly, Jessy, Hannah and you.

In a row your carton reaches from person to person and quickly most of it is done. From your apartment comes music that you run via a Bluetooth speaker. Fortunately, you have labeled everything so that after all the boxes are in your apartment, you only have to push them into the right rooms. And then the big things come.

The three of them, Thomas Richy and Dan carry the sofa upstairs.

You just stand by with a slightly nervous face and hope no one gets hurt.

"You have to be careful! The sofa is tipping!" Dan shouts loudly as Richy tries another handle.

"I know! But I don’t want this thing to fall on my foot," Richy hisses. Thomas, who supports the side, only twists his eyes.

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All the important parts are now in your apartment. Now, the truck is empty and ready to be brought back.

"Okay, I’ll bring the truck away, and you start here. I’ll come back when you’re done and I can get the beer I earned," Richy jokes as he takes the key off the kitchen table.

"You get nothing" you call laughing after him, "Oh wait until the man Without Face learns of your sin. To deny a working man his beer is bad!"

Laughing, you shake your head, "I’m waiting for the next new moon."

"How can you always joke about it?" Jessy asks without understanding.

"Well, that’s just relief," you explain and smile at her calmly.

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4 hours, a lot of laughter, bad jokes, quarrels and almost broken furniture later, the most important is on the right place. The bed is built up and ready for the first night in the new apartment, in your new life.

"How’s your thumb, Richy?" Ask the sulking mechanic carefully.

"All right, I can take a lot, I’ll survive," he calms you down and presses the cooling pad more firmly on his finger.

A lot went wrong trying to build your wardrobe. Someone had forgotten a screw when the ceiling was mounted.

The moment Richy tried to hit a nail with a hammer in the lower area, the ceiling came loose and fell down.

Both side walls of the cabinet fell into each other, and Richy accidentally punched hit his thumb. For a few seconds you were all just staring at each other and then laughing. Fortunately, Richy’s injury wasn’t that bad, but you gave him something to cool down with.

And now almost everything is ready. There are only a few boxes missing, but you will take over yourself." Thanks for your great help, guys! Many thanks to Richy and Dan who picked me up and drove so long. And of course, thank you all so much for helping me here!"

You’re all sitting around the table in your living room. You’re sitting next to Jessy on the floor while everyone else is comfortable on the sofa and armchair.

"And again, for the thousandth time today; Welcome to Duskwood MC" Hannah cheers and keeps her beer up. All together you toast.

"I’m so tired," Dan mutters, sipping his drink." Oh yes, so am I," joins Richy and you nod.

"But it was worth it" Lilly smiles and looks around, "And as soon as it’s done, it can only be great!"

"Perfect!" Hannah improves her sister.

"Indescribable" agrees Jessy.

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"See you guys tomorrow!" you call after the group and close the door.

Just a short and quiet moment you close your eyes exhausted. Preferably you just want to go to bed, but first you still want to unpack a little more.

The sound that tells you that you have received a message pulls you out of your mind.

You pull out your phone and smile when you see that it is Jake who wrote to you.

Jake: Hello, MC.

Jake: How did the move go?

MC: Hi, Jake. Pretty good, I’d say, exhausting and stressful, but good.

Jake: Have you finished?

MC: No, not quite, I do the rest myself, the others have done enough.

Jake: Do you like the apartment?

You grin, he has improved his skills for small talk since you met and Hannah return.

MC: Yes, it’s really nice, do you want to come? You can look around.

Hopeful you stare at the screen. It would be really nice to see Jake today.

What this is between you, you don’t know for sure, sometimes it goes ahead and sometimes back. You’ve seen each other a few times since Hannah was rescued. Mostly here in Duskwood.

After a difficult time between the three siblings and still the problem with Jake’s pursuers, everything has improved.

However he did it, he managed to turn all the tracks that linked him to the suspicion so that they no longer point to him. He is still very careful and occasionally travels from town to town for a few weeks but most of the time he is in Duskwood. This is where you first met.

After the first conversation between Hannah, Lilly and Jake and a lot of explanations, the hacker decided to take an apartment here to catch up the time with his sisters. Since then, he has also become a little more open and better in interpersonal relationships.

At some point he was in the vicinity of your old place of residence and then it happened that you have a day to drink coffee. And the next day in your apartment. The beginnings were sometimes a little difficult because of him because he really didn’t talk much, but after some time it became really nice. There was even a kiss. Your first kiss together.

It was on your balcony and it was at night, under the stars. But since then, not much exciting has happened, unfortunately.

Jake: I think I’d just bother you unpacking.

MC: Bullshit, of course not, I could use a little quieter company after the whole group was there :)

Jake: Don’t you want to go to sleep soon? You must be tired.

MC: Jake, don’t make excuses, if you don’t want to, you can just say no, that’s not bad for me. But I promise I’d be happy if you were here.

You watch him start writing and then delete the message.

Jake: I’m on my way :)

Without answering his message, you close your phone and stare at the bare wall facing you for seconds.

Then you can’t stop yourself from doing a little joy dance, "Yess!" you hisses and grins all over your face.

Jake won’t be long before he gets here, so you decide to clean up the empty bottles and candy that are still on the table.

Although it’s only about 10 minutes to wait, it feels like a half an eternity until it finally rings.

Before you open the door, shake all your limbs to loosen up and clear your throat.

Then you open the door.

The hacker, dressed in black as always, stands with a slight smile in your hallway, "Hello MC" he greets you with his melodic voice.

Immediately you get very warm and you try to keep your own smile small, "Hi Jake. Come in" you walk to the side to let him in.

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Jake actually knows your apartment already.

Officially, you don’t know anything about this. But off the record, Hannah told you.

You couldn’t handle the handover of the apartment yourself, so Hannah did it for you, and Jake was with her. He had only told her that he was bored and wanted to come along, but when he looked around and said some things like, "MC has enough space here" and "This will be a good place for her" she realized that he just came to make sure the place was nice enough for you.

Nevertheless, he now curiously lets his gaze wander through the now filled apartment.

"When it is done, it will look really nice" he confirms after you have shown him everything, as well as explained the room layout.

"Yes, I think so," you agree and smile.

"What are you going to do next?" he asks, pointing to the boxes in which your clothes are still to be cleared into the closet.

"That’s exactly what" you answer and kick one of the boxes, "You can sit on the bed if you want, while I unpack," you are proposing and tear the tape off the cardboard.

"I can help you if you don’t mind," he offers and you nod, "Sure, if you want"

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Cleaning up with the group was really fun, but now with Jake, it’s beautiful. The atmosphere is calm, not stressful or a mess. You talk about everything that comes to mind while Jake keeps holding clothes in front of your face so you can tell him where it belongs.

Two boxes are already empty. In your second one there is still a little bit inside and Jake is also on his way to get a new one. You watch him as he opens the box, only to close it again immediately afterwards. His cheeks turn pure red and his eyes squint nervously at you, "Uhm, I think I’ll take the box first" he mumbles and you can hear the trembling in his voice only too well.

"Why? What’s going on?" you wonder about his reaction.

"Nothing at all, everything okay, here’s another one" he scratches nervously in the neck and does not look at you when talking.

Skeptically you walk over to the box to take a look inside. When you open it, you quickly realize the reason for his shamed behavior.

Your underwear. You decide not to say anything to make it even more unpleasant for him, but you cannot hide the smile on your lips.

For the next few minutes, it’s quiet until it rings at your door. You look at your watch in wonder. It’s just before 9, and you’re not expecting anyone today.

"Be right back," you inform Jake, "And keep your hands off my underwear," as you disappear out the door, you can see him raising his head in a flash, staring at you with big eyes. Laughing you open the door, "Phil?" you ask surprised when you see Jessy’s brother standing there. Phil has also become a good friend of yours, you visited Aurora as a group several times when you were here.

"Hi MC" he greets you, "I hope I’m not interrupting? I actually have to leave right away again, the Aurora is crowded today.I just wanted to stop by and greet you in Duskwood and congratulate you on your move" he smiles his typical charming smile as you hug briefly, "Thanks Phil" you nod grateful. He separates from you and then does not joyfully pull up an eyebrow, he looks behind you and you turn around as well. Jake is standing in the living room and has the same annoyed look as Phil on his face.

"Have fun, you two," Phil grins a little cocky and puts his arms around you again, just quick.

As he disappears down the stairs, he still calls, "We have to do something together in the next few days."

You slowly close the door and turn around with a wide grin to Jake, who still looks dark at the door. Yeah, that Phil and Jake don’t like each other hasn’t changed. On the contrary.

Jake finds Phil is the most unsympathetic person in the world, and Phil thinks he’s better for you than Jake is.

When Jake frees himself from his rigidity, his attention falls on you. You bite your lower lips and put a hand in front your mouth to stop your next words. Even the hacker seems to know what is going on and looks warn, "Don’t say it"

Innocently you raise your eyebrows, "What? I don’t know what you mean, do you mean? -"

"Stop" Jake stops you and heads back to the bedroom.

"What? Shouldn’t I say that you-"

"MC" he threatens.

"Are you jealous?" it bursts out of you and groaning Jake drops his head in the neck, "You really need to say this, don’t you?"

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After you keep teasing Jake with it, you decided to stop for today. You two ordered a pizza and a drink, because you don’t have much here, except for the beer Hannah bought.

You had the TV running quietly but didn’t pay attention to it. Jake asked you what your wishes and hopes are in for your new life, and you talked about the time with the Man Without a Face. Until now, you’ve only talked to him about it. Just a little bit with Hannah but somehow you’re still not ready to deal with all this. The occasional jokes about it will help you soothe your thoughts a little.

During your conversation, you accidentally fell asleep. The hacker didn’t know what to do, he doesn’t want to wake you, but he also doesn’t want to leave without saying anything. After watching you for 20 minutes and thinking about your relationship, he felt weird just looking at you while you're sleeping. So he decided to leave.

However, you seem to have noticed this immediately because the moment he opens the door, your eyes open.

"Wait" you stop him and he looks at you frightened, "If you leave now while I sleep, then I feel like I was a one night stand," you joke and and he grins.

"You’re much more than that," he replies quietly. You raising your upper body, and a little shy, stroking the fluffy pillow on your couch.

"Can you.. can you stay, Jake?" Your voice is quiet, tired and a little nervous, "I feel uncomfortable being here alone the first night," you admit. You had this feeling the first time while you built up the bed. Even though the Man without a face is in prison and you’re safe, you still have this unpleasant ulterior motive.

He seems to think about, but without you telling him, he understands what you’re worried about.

"All right" he sighs and closes the door again.

"You can sleep in the bed, I’ll take the couch," you say and get up to get a blanket and a pillow.

"No, the other way around. You should sleep in your bed, your day was exhausting and you need to rest"

Before this discussion can be extended, you decide to make a short process, "Okay, you have two options now. Either you sleep with me in bed, or we both sleep on the couch. 'Cause I’m not gonna ask you to stay here for me, and then let you sleep there!"

The hacker stops briefly, turns slightly red but then grins, "I don’t have a chance anyway, do I?" he asks.

You shake your head, "Not without a war"

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Luckily, you are in possession of a much too large sweatpants which fits him only narrowly, but fits.

The room is dark and it is completely quiet in the whole apartment. You try to be inconspicuous, and slide a bit towards him. You know he’s not asleep yet, and when he doesn’t try to stop you, you get a whole lot closer.

You hear Jake lifting the blanket, the invitation to come to him entirely.You don’t take your time but slide so close that you can put your head on his chest and he puts an arm around you. Immediately its beautiful smell envelops you and your pulse accelerates many times. Even his heart you hear racing what makes you smile.

"Do you know how many times I dreamed about it?" he whispers into the darkness and your heart makes a leap, "No, but if it was only half as often as I did, then I can imagine it," you answer and a quiet laugh vibrates in his chest.

"Good night, MC, see you tomorrow"

"Good night, Jake," you whisper, and then you feel his lips flapping softly over your forehead, just a touch, like a breeze. But for you, it means the world.

Welcome new life, you mean well with me.

❤️🎭🌹

Masterlist

#duskwood #duskwood jake #duskwood mc #duskwood jake x mc #duskwood fanfiction #duskwood group #everbyte #everbyte studios

[toomanyfandoms02]

Shameless // Fred Weasley

Summary - The gang challenges Fred and the Reader to fluster eachother after each being called shameless.

Word Count - 1.7k

I'm not gonna lie this was hot LMAOO

Fred and I were often compared to eachother. These were usually the words we were called

Outgoing

Spontaneous

Idiots

Humorous

Shameless

Pranksters

Delinquents

These were said by a mixture of people, but most knew us as best friends. I marched the halls with the twins every day, but everyone knew I was a just a little closer to Fred. There was just some connection there. A connection lots of people took out of context.

Sure, we flirted, but I flirt with a lot of people. Theres another word we were called, flirts! Though this had a good majority of my friends convinced that we were in love. It was at the point where people openly talked about it in front of us.

*"Nice ass Weasley!" I shouted as I entered the Great Hall. This drew a few eyes towards me, snickering. Fred turned around and looked to me, gesturing to his bum.*

*"Oh this old thing? Nothing compared to yours." I licked my finger and made a sizzle sound. Everyone was right, we really had no shame.*

And that's what my friends were on about at the moment. A big group of us were sitting in the Gryffindor common room. This included Harry, Hermione, Ron, the twins, Seamus, Dean, Angelina, and Ginny.

"You two flirt all the time without getting all ruffled. How do you do it?" Ginny asked.

"I don't know, it's just how we are I guess." I shrugged to Fred as I answered. He nodded in agreement.

"Matter of fact, I don't think I've ever seen either of you flustered." Dean butted in.

"I say we change that." George said with a simple nod. Fred looked at him with furrowed brows. "I say we challenge them!" It was clear that not one person in the room knew what George was on about, so he continued. "Alright see, I give them 3 days to see who can fluster who first. One of us has to see it though, to know it happened. Can the unflusterables fluster one another you think?" Georges arms were crossed at his chest cockily.

"I think that's a brilliant idea." Hermione agreed.

"That's easy, I'll totally win. I have no shame, no embarrassment." Fred announced with glee.

"We will see about that." I smiled at him with one eyebrow raised.

*Oh its on.*

After barely an hour of thinking about this whole challenge alone in my dorm, I realized that I walked myself right into failure. It wasnt that I though Fred could win, it was that I *knew* I would lose. In the way that I had never really charmed any boy. I didn't have anything up my sleeve. I was really just going to have to wing it.

That being said, Fred was quite the charmer. It was hilarious watching 1st years see him for the first time and swoon over him. Pulling girls in with simple winks and little waves across the room.

But now it was dinner time, so I see this as round one to this weird challenge George has concocted.

I made sure to make my way into the Great Hall nearly unnoticed, walking in with a sea of other students. I immediately spotted Fred and made a beeline towards him. Some of the group spotted me but said nothing, letting me go with my improvised plan.

I stood right behind Fred, reaching my hand into his hair and running my fingers though it. He turned his head slightly to see me.

"Hello love." He smiled at me sweetly. I continued, wrapping my arms around his neck lightly and leaning down so my chin was rested on his shoulder.

"You're hair is so soft." He turned his face to mine, our noses almost bumping.

"Thanks sweet cheeks." He put a small kis on my nose which made me smile, sitting next to him after.

"Nothing? Really? No blushy cheeks, or stuttered speech?" Angelina was flabbergasted clearly, her hands gesturing wildly in the air as she spoke.

"I honestly don't know if it's possible." George shrugged. "I just thought it would be interesting if it was."

"Oh I've got plans don't worry, this sexy ass will be blushing to the moon and back when I'm done with her." Fred looked down to me, smirking. He gave a challenging face.

"I know your deepest darkest secrets Weasley. Don't test me." I raised my eyebrow cockily as the whole group just stared puzzled.

"I wish I could talk to Cho like that." Harry huffed, earning a laugh from most of the group. (Aside from Ginny, who I was quick to tap her hand under the table at the comment. She had told me weeks ago how agonizing she felt.)

Later that night a good portion of the gang was hanging out in the common room again. I had just walked through the entryway and saw Fred sitting on the couch. As soon as we made eye contact he patted his lap. All heads whipped my way. I walked over and sat right on his lap, making myself comfortable. He grabbed my face lightly and put a small kiss on my jaw.

"Where were you love, we missed you." The few first years that had joined whatever conversation was going on looked as if they were going to be sick.

"Just went on a walk handsome." Everyone shook their heads with disappointed looks.

"Nothing, seriously?" Hermione laughed in disbelief. The youngins asked about the situation and it was explained to them. They all giggled about it for a while as we watched. Soon Fred was leaned very close to my ear.

"You should just give up now beautiful, you know you're going to lose." He whispered ever so lightly in my ear. I pushed his face away from mine so his ear was towards me.

"Really cute of you to think so." I whispered back. That was the last we spoke that night seeing as it was 10 pm.

I woke up the next morning hearing giggles from Hermione and Angelina. I sat up slowly, rubbing my eyes. They got very quite as they saw me waking up.

"What are you two up to?" They looked down at the books they had in their hands, ignoring me. Just then I heard our shared bathroom open, seeing Fred come out wearing only a towel hanging low on his waist. I looked him up and down with a smile. "Not bad Weasley. Working out lately?"

I would never admit it outloud, but this one almost got me. He's only in a damn towel. I mean come on, everyone found Fred attractive.

Right?

"Yeah. Maybe you can try this whole thing in my dorm later? Maybe surprise me?" He winked and left the room quickly.

"Hey! Get your arse back here, that's my towel!" The girls followed us close behind, peaking out of the door to watch us in the hallway between the rest of the dorms.

"Oh you want it back? Her you go love." He pulled it right off his body and handed it to me. I knew if I closed my eyes, or covered them, they would count it as a loss for me. So I just maintained eye contact with him and yanked it from his hands. "Nervous?" He squinted at me. Man was the boy lucky there was not one else in these halls at 6 am.

"Never." I replied with a smile and turned away, walking back into the dorm. "Nice try ladies!" I dropped the towel in our hamper and they fell back onto Hermiones bed with a loud groan.

Later that day Hermione, Fred, George, me, Dean and Seamus had free time in Care of Magical Creatures.

"He was literally naked in front of her and she didn't even blink." Mione deadpanned.

"Maybe it's because shes seen it before." Fred elbowed my side.

"You wish." I rolled my eyes.

"Maybe I do." He stared daggers into my eyes.

"At this point I feel like even if you guys made out nothing would happen." George shrugged. This gave everyone a collective evil smile.

"Oh are we doing that now?" I asked as nonchalant as possible. Even with my heart racing a mile a second. Fred looked at me with confusion. "Unless you're too pussy." That wiped the confusion off his face.

"Nope." He grabbed my face and pulled it inches from his.

"I'm just going to warn you, I've never kissed, let alone made out with, a boy before. So I apologize in advance." I laugh-whispered to him, pushing my lips onto his. I grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him closer, running my hands through his hair.

His hand traced my jaw with one hand and the other was gripped to my hair.

"Pretty good for never kissing anyone, you sure you arent lying?" He said quietly in between kisses.

"I would never lie to you." He took my open mouth as an opportunity to use his tongue and deepen the kiss. I was ready to give up at this point, this boy was unknowingly ruining me. "Would you ever lie to me?" More questions between kisses.

"Never."

"You like me don't you?" His nose bumped with mine at the question. Starting to kiss up my jaw near my ear.

"Of course love." He laughed lightly, pulling back from the kiss. We turned back to the group which was a mixture of disgust, confusion, and knowing glances.

"Seemed like a lot of whispers for just making out don't you think?" Georges arms were crossed over his chest. We both shrugged.

"Sometimes friends just make out." I admitted, which was a very obvious lie.

"So you would make out with me then?" George challenged. Fred grabbed my waist and pulled me closer to him with a glare to George.

"I think I won in a different way than anticipated." George smirked. "So are you guys going to get together or what?" Everyone nodded.

"Was that what this bullshit was about?" Fred asked loudly.

"Yeah of course. Two dimwits you are, walked right into it." Hermione shook her head. Fred grabbed my hand and squeezed it, making me blush furiously.

"I win!" He pointed to my heated cheeks.

"Shut up ares hole." I elbowed his side lightly.

"It didnt even take 3 days!" George cheered.

*Boy are we going to have some stories when we get older.*

#fred weasley fic #fred weasly x reader #fred weasley #weasley twins #harry potter #harry potter fanfic #harry potter imagine

[solarwonux]

10.  “I still remember the way you taste.”

31.  “Why haven’t you kissed me yet?”

villain!wonwoo x superhero!f!reader

w.c: 2.6k (it was mistake okay I got carried away we should know this by now)

warnings: fluff, talks of death, ghosts, torture if you squint, graveyards, digging up graves (don’t do that yall), angst a little, it’s hinted that the reader can communicate with ghosts. (if you’re uncomfortable with any of these themes this one is not for you)

note: I CAN EXPLAIN OKAY I KNOW YOU WANTED JOKER WONWOO BUT LIKE IT STARTED OFF THAT WAY AND THEN I GOT SOFT. Enjoy let know your thoughts please, they mean so much to me. 

Also i will answer asks at some point, school is just keeping me super busy, BUT IM NOT IGNORING THEM THEY MAKE ME SMILE EVERY TIME I SEE THEM.

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Wonwoo wiped the sweat off of his brow with the back of his hand, panting slightly as he stared down at the empty grave. “Remind me again why we’re doing this?” Vernon asked, digging his shovel into the ground with the heel of his boot. He rested his forearm against the handle looking at Wonwoo through his sweaty bangs. 

“There is no reason, I was just bored.” Wonwoo shrugged, his cheeks were dusted with dirt and his white dress shirt was anything but white. The truth was he had a reason, he needed a way to meet you halfway and causing chaos was the only way to get you out of that shiny tower in the middle of the city where all the heroes resided. But his reasoning would never be voiced out loud, especially not to Vernon and so he lied like it was second nature to him. 

Wonwoo missed you, He missed getting under your skin with his snarky remarks and idiotic plans to take over the world. Or at least the city. The world was his end goal, but in order to do that he needed to succeed at taking over the city first and so far he had failed. Mainly, do to you and your teammates interrupting his plans. Though along the way something unexpected happened. He had undoubtedly fallen truly, madly, deeply in love with you. It had annoyed him at first, his mind was constantly enveloped with thoughts of you. Interrupting everything he spent years working on. 

It took him months to come to terms with his unwanted feelings and if he hadn’t snuck into the masked ball held every year at the tower; he probably wouldn’t have. But the second he saw you come down the grand staircase of the ballroom wearing a dress so blue, it put the night sky to shame; he kissed you before he could stop himself. Despite the mask he was wearing you had spotted him in the crowd and led him down an empty hallway when his urges got the best of him causing him to sin. When he pulled away he was shocked just as you were, but he was definitely floored when you had cut his apology short and kissed him again. 

“So you decided to dig up an empty grave for fun?” Vernon pushed his dirt stained hand through his hand, leaving behind little specks of dirt in its wake. “How did you even know this grave would be empty?” 

“It’s mine...well used to be mine. Obviously I’m not dead.” Wonwoo’s nonchalant tone sent shivers up Vernon’s back. Once again he found himself wondering why the hell he always found himself going along with Wonwoo’s schemes. He knew there was a reason. Wonwoo never did anything without calculating all his moves beforehand, but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to know the true reason, more so if he was going to find out soon anyway. His suspicions were confirmed when he caught sight of you. He should’ve known that this was just another one of Wonwoo’s ways to get to you. 

Vernon didn’t understand your relationship with Wonwoo, scientifically it didn’t make sense. In simple terms Wonwoo was hated by everyone and you on the other hand were not. But the two of you had snuck around for years up until the accident five months ago. Ever since then Wonwoo’s spirits were low and he was going mad. If he wasn’t holed up in his tiny room at the apartment he was bent over a desk mumbling to himself, trying to come up with ways in which he could see you again. All of Wonwoo’s attempts before this one had failed and to say he wasn’t surprised to see you sit down, legs hanging over the edge of the grave while looking down at Wonwoo lovingly, he would be lying. Though, he supposed it had to do with the fact that Wonwoo’s grave was dug up. 

“You guys having fun there?” Wonwoo jumped. He rapidly smoothed down his shirt, leaving behind streaks of dirt, and fixed his hair before turning around. A smug smile adorning his features. Vernon shook his head and rolled his eyes. Sometimes he missed the days in which Wonwoo wasn’t in love. 

“Princess what brings you here?” He winked. His clammy hands grew more wet as he leaned against the shovel, before it failed underneath his weight causing him to trip. Seeing you again was like a breath of fresh air, the pictures he kept of you and looked at every night did you no justice. For you shined brighter than the stars in the night sky and it always made Wonwoo’s heart skip a beat. 

“Cut the shit Wonwoo, I know you’ve been turning this city upside down at least once a week to get under my skin.” 

“Well, what was I supposed to do? You haven’t been answering my calls, texts or emails.” Wonwoo threw his hands up in disbelief and you rolled your eyes at his ignorance. 

“Apologize, that’s all you had to do and you wouldn’t be here digging your own grave...literally.” You huffed crossing your arms in front of you, ripping your eyes away from his. Suddenly the memory of the accident came lingering back. You knew, given his nature, Wonwoo was calculated. He used his powers to affiliate pain on his victims without moving a muscle to get what he wanted. Though, he had never used it on you, until that night. 

He had been blinded by rage and pain and you had never seen him use so much power in your years of knowing him. It scared you and when you had tried to coax him out of whatever state he was in. He did the one thing he promised he would never do. 

He used his abilities on you. 

Wonwoo sighed before hosting himself out of the hole and taking the empty seat next you. “I wanted to do it in person, but you never showed up.” He looked down at his hands playing with his fingers, twirling the ring on his pinky. His body was consumed with guilt as your screams of agony replayed in his head. Just like they did every night. He had never once felt anything but satisfaction and bliss whenever he used his powers on someone. In fact he loved the way his victims begged him to stop, that was until you were on the receiving end of his torture. 

“You know where I live. It’s a big shiny tower in the center of town. Pretty hard to miss honestly.” The airy playfulness of your voice made his stomach swirl. He truly missed you and not just on nights when the two of you gently explored each other's bodies, but just in general. 

“I know but you know how much I hate the others, especially Joshua. He always has to stick his nose into matters that don’t concern him.” He huffed, flicking a tiny spec of dirt off of his trousers. “And I was scared.” He confessed lowly, shocking Vernon who had now taken it upon himself to sit on the soil filled ground to watch the spectacle in front of him. Wonwoo never admitted his fears and though Vernon sometimes could feel them radiating off him. It was different hearing it come from his friend's mouth. 

“Of Joshua? Dude’s only got super strength and-”

“No of you. I was scared to see you suffer and to turn me away. I was scared that if I did show up putting aside indifference for your friends just to hear you say that you didn’t love me anymore.” Wonwoo let out a deep sigh at the ending of his words. He dropped his shoulders feeling the weight being lifted off them. He felt your body shake next to him and it confused him greatly, even more so when it was followed by your laugh. Though he loved it and missed it greatly. He couldn’t deny the anger he felt towards you as you laughed at his vulnerability. 

Slowly, he felt his heart close up again and brought himself up to his feet faster than he could blink. His feet moved faster than the doubt racing through his veins and your laughter came to a stop. 

He now remembered why he swore to never love again all those years ago. 

“Wonwoo, wait come back.” You hurried to your feet, smoothing down the creases on your leggings. Vernon copied your movements. He could sense the fear coming from your body, and it overwhelmed his senses. Behind his soft eyes he quietly told you to hurry before Wonwoo did something he wasn’t supposed to. Even though Wonwoo always did without planning ahead of time, there were a few instances where he didn’t care and acted carelessly. And he found himself fearing more for your heart rather than his friend's safety. 

You sighed tugging on the sleeves of your sweatshirt before turning around and ran after the only man you had ever loved. You passed many tombstones, silently paying your respects until you stopped in the middle of a small clearing, home to one familiar tombstone and Wonwoo. His hands in his pocket, eyebrows furrowed and his teeth chewing down on his teeth. 

“After she died, I promised her I wouldn’t love anyone again.” He whispered, “but then you came along and ruined it.” He turned his head, his eyes glossy with wanted tears. “Do you know how much I beat myself up every day for what I did to her. For what I did to you. I hate myself for it, I hate that I can inflict pain on everyone else but myself because I’m not one that should be suffering, not everyone else.” 

By now he had finally let his tears go. They raced down his cheeks rapidly and it shattered your heart. 

“It hurts me that you think that way about yourself. She didn’t die because of you, you tried to save her and-”

“I was too late.” Wonwoo snorted and rolled his eyes. He stared intently at the tombstone in front of him, reading his little sister’s name over and over again, letting it burn feverishly inside his mind. He missed her dearly and sometimes he wondered why you never told him anything about the conversations you would have with her whenever she visited you. But you had told him that it was a family secret between the two of you and he never questioned you again because you had used the word family and it made him feel all giddy inside.

“Let me talk Wonwoo.” You said closing the gap between you and Wonwoo. You grabbed his face in your hands and wiped away his tears with the pad of your thumb. He had always been there to comfort you on your lowest days. His sweet words and warmth grounded you back onto the Earth, but you had never gotten the opportunity to do the same to him. He always kept himself closed off and reserved. It had taken almost a year into your secret, not so secret relationship for him to tell you about his sister’s unfortunate death and a few more months after that for him to say that he loved you. Despite all those small passing moments of vulnerability he had never once cried in front of you. 

“I love you and you’re stupid for thinking that I would love you any less because of what happ-”

“I hurt you though,” Wonwoo cut you off, earning a ground shattering glare from you that sent shivers up his spine. “Sorry you can continue.” He whispered. 

“Thank you.” You smirked and wrapped your arms around his neck, making him freeze. You were the strangest person he had ever had the pleasure in knowing because normal people would never be as comfortable as you were in his presence. “I know the kind of person you are Wonwoo, through this cold exterior there is the most loving and sensible person I have ever known. I mean, baby, you spent a whole day sulking because you forgot to water your plant.” 

“You gave me that plant for my birthday, therefore he’s our child.” 

“This is exactly my point, you have the biggest of anyone I have ever known. Unfortunately, you have been dealt a bad hand in life and I really don’t understand your obsession with taking over the world. But you’re not a monster.” 

“I hurt people though, sometimes for fun.” He whispered against your skin. In the midst of your speech he had given in and circled his arms around your waist before burying his face into the crook of your neck. Leaving the two of you in an awkward and uncomfortable position. 

“And who are those people?”

“Bad people.”

“Exactly baby, they’re the scum of the Earth and you have helped stop them.” 

“Okay, but that doesn’t make me a hero. I’m just doing what you guys can’t do. On top of that Joshua’s super strength is useless, he only gets praised because he’s hot.” Wonwoo finished and raised his head, smirking. He sent you a playful wink, tears long forgotten, causing you to roll your eyes. 

“Mingyu takes forever to get ready, but that’s besides the point. You’re not a monster so stop treating yourself like one.” 

“Does that mean you forgive me?” He pouted batting his eyelashes at you. 

“Yes you big idiot.” 

“Then...why haven’t you kissed me yet?” He puckered his lips and made kissing noises, making you laugh. “Hey I’m waiting and you know I’m impatient.” He spoke through pouted lips as he leaned in closer, his lips hovered over yours teasingly until you finally caved and kissed him. He sighed happily against your mouth and deepened the kiss. He had spent five months without the feeling of your touch and it scared him that he would forget how it felt. Yet, now as he kissed you with everything in him he realized he hadn’t and it overjoyed him to the point in which he accidentally let out a moan; making you pull away quickly and eyeing him down. 

“Control yourself, your sister, her friends and Vernon are here.” You scolded making him pout. 

“I’m sorry, i just...I still remember the way you taste, and I got excited.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. Before he could plant his lips on yours again he was met with your hand pushing him away. He whined as you tore his arms away from your waist, his body growing cold. “Nooo, one more kiss.” He reached out making grabby hands at you like a child. Instead of giving into what he wanted you turned and started walking away, “Wait, where are you going?” He stumbled against his own feet before following you. 

“Home.” You looked over at him and stuffed your hands into the front pocket of your hoodie. “You have a grave to cover up with Vernon.” 

“But I haven’t seen you in five months, just give me five more minutes please.” 

“Wonwoo you just didn’t look hard enough baby.” You said giving him a knowing smirk before leaning over, giving him a chaste kiss on his cheek. He felt his eyes grow in realization as everything started to click in his head. If what you had hinted was the truth and you had shown up to every single sight he had caused trouble in, then he had to give it to you. You were a lot more clever than you led on. “Don’t think about it too hard, I’ll leave my window open for you.” You smiled widely giving his cheek a pat and disappeared through the trees. 

“You live on the twenty fourth floor.” He yelled after you, his hands falling down at his side in defeat. He heard someone snort next to him and suddenly he remembered that Vernon was there silently observing everything, just like always did. 

“Figure it out baby, you always do.”

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[redhoodieone]

Too Late to Apologize

Hi everyone!!!! This is my first fic since my absence and I hope you all enjoy it! If this fic is well received, I’ll write a part 2 with the “dirty deeds”.

Warnings: Language, Cheating, Heartbreak, Fluff, and Talks of oral sex.

I’d have to be the biggest fool to not see it. Here we are in our big king size bed and we couldn’t we be further apart. I’m lying on my right side and stare at the way his back muscles relax rise and fall with every deep breath. The way he grips his pillow where his head lies facing the other way, I can’t help but wonder if he’s dreaming of her.

Because Dick Grayson sure as hell doesn’t dream about me anymore.

It’s midnight. Dick had taken the night off so we could have a night together. After fast and satisfying sex for only him, he had dozed off before 10:00 leaving me horny and puzzled about what just happened.

Sure, I’ve done everything he likes which only involves a blowjob (with always harsh constructive criticism from him) and having to cum once in my mouth and the other in a condom.

I think about touching myself under the sheets but change my mind considering the urge for a release had suddenly passed.

After a minute of hesitation, I finally crawl over his naked body to get his cell phone that has been lighting up with several text message notifications.

Settling back on my side, I turn away from Dick and unlock his cell phone to access it.

10 unread text messages from Barbara and Kori.

My throat tightens from fear and nerves.

Hey, can you meet up tonight??? I miss you :)

from Barbara

I need you Richard...I need you so much right now.

from Kori

When are you going to tell Y/N you guys are over?? It’s been like three years, babe. Seriously.

from Barbara

I don’t know why you can’t just leave her. She’ll never love you as much as I do. You and I have history, Richard. Y/N would never keep you happy.

from Kori

And come on, you know that I’m always down to do anything you want. She’s such a prude!

from Barbara

If you come over tonight, I’ll let you put your penis anywhere in me...is that dirty enough for you?

from Kori

I exit out of his text messages because I can’t read anymore. The tears behind my eyes sting like fuck and threaten to fall, but I don’t want to waste any of them on someone like Dick.

The truth settles in bitterly for me. Of course I knew Dick’s entire past of girlfriends and one night stands. He never hid the fact that he’s a charming and irresistible womanizer like his adoptive father Bruce Wayne. Even though I wasn’t a superhero like him, his family, and friends, I knew almost every girl he’s been with.

Barbara Gordon. Batgirl.

Koriand’r. Starfire.

Donna Troy. Wonder Girl.

Zatanna.

Even Raven and Helena Bertinelli aka Huntress.

And what strikes a nerve within me is when I remember Zatanna admitted that every time Dick has a serious girlfriend, he’ll end up seeing another girl behind their back.

Just because he can.

But here I am now. In bed with a sleeping Dick Grayson. Who is secretly seeing two girls behind my back.

The thought disgusts me.

Thank God Dick and I had the brains to remember to always use condoms. I’m even on the pill; and always have been since I was a teenager.

As much as I want to cry, wake him up and beat his ass for breaking my heart, and kick him out of my life forever, I know it’s not possible.

Because Dick wouldn’t mind that would he? He probably wouldn’t care to lose me. He...he would find the next girl he’d move in with and start a life with them, only to have the other girl or two on the side to keep him interested and fulfilled.

Why am I not enough for him? What is wrong with just being with me? Does he feel like I’m wasting three years of his life just from being with me?

I slowly climb out of our bed and slip my black skinny jeans on, throw on a faded Van Halen t-shirt, and grab my black Converse before sneaking out of our bedroom. I quickly throw my hair up into a messy bun, pick up my small black backup and leave.

Only a note is what I leave behind, along with my heart, that says,

If I can’t have all of you, then you don’t deserve any part of me. I’m sorry.

Because Dick won’t miss me. He’s dreaming of two girls or maybe more. I’ll never be in any of his dreams now.

***

I find myself walking down the sidewalk during the constant icy pouring rain of Gotham. I hadn’t brought my jacket so I’m forced to cross my arms in create some kind of warmth. My teeth chatter and I suddenly wish I didn’t leave Dick’s apartment until morning.

I see my favorite coffeehouse that’s opened 24 hours a block from where I am. I quickly make my way to the crosswalk until strong big hands grab my shoulders from behind.

“BOO!!!!”

I scream in complete horror and whip around only to discover it’s Jason Todd. Laughing his ass off at my scream.

“Jason! What the fuck?!” I yell, slapping his arm repeatedly.

The tallest brother in Dick’s family throws his head back and laughs harder; the kind of laugh straight from the gut that’s real. Having to look up at him because of my short height, I can see the way his body rumbles while chuckling.

Jason finally settles down and his irresistible green eyes shine at mine. He smiles, revealing his white teeth and perfect grin. I suddenly feel like I can’t breathe when my eyes instantly take in his appearance.

It’s no surprise that Jason fucking Todd is hot. Anyone with a pair of eyes can see that. He’s extremely built; at just 6’0, he has strong big muscles that would shame any men. His strong jawline can cut anyone. And then there’s his thighs...

Oh no.

What am I doing??!

I can’t fantasize about Dick’s brother! That would make me a whore, right?!

But I can’t help myself at all. My eyes continue to take in the way Jason’s dressed tonight. He’s wearing black pants that define his bulge and thighs. And underneath his tan leather jacket is a tightly muscle fit black t-shirt.

And with the way the rain’s drenching me like a wet rat, the rain sprinkles beautifully over Jason’s face. His dark hair was clearly spiked and styled tonight, but the rain hasn’t flatten it in the least bit.

I’m suddenly thirsty. I might be dehydrated.

“Y/N,” Jason speaks, his smooth, deep, whiskey rough voice snaps me back to reality. I blink a few times.

“Oh! Uh...sorry. I zoned out,” I admit softly. I can feel my cheeks darken in embarrassment.

Jason chuckles lightly. He tilts his head to the coffeehouse. “Let me walk with you. I was heading over there for a cup of coffee anyways.”

“Just for a cup of coffee? It’s past midnight,” I point out, with a raised eyebrow.

“I...I wasn’t exactly having a good night so I just needed to get out,” Jason says, shrugging his shoulders. He smirks at me and quickly takes off his jacket to give it to me. When I don’t reach for it, he puts it on me. His hands stay on my arms and he smiles proudly. “There. You looked freezing and I don’t want you to get sick.”

I stare at him in shock. He takes the opportunity to guide me to the crosswalk. When the coast is clear, he walks beside me. Once we reach the other side, we head straight over to the coffeehouse.

Jason wraps a protective arm around my waist as he opens the door and lets me go inside first. The place is empty, except for a rough middle aged trucker sitting on a stool at the counter. Jason leads me to my favorite spot to sit: the corner booth where the large windows gives me the perfect view to look up at Wayne Enterprises.

He sits across from me. Once we get comfortable, the young fresh-out-of high school waitress comes over to take our order. And she doesn’t even hide the fact that she’s checking out Jason.

“Hi, are you ready to order, handsome?” the bubbly waitress giggles, as she looks at Jason as if he’s God’s greatest creation on earth. And I can’t help but silently agree with her.

Jason smirks and looks away from the waitress and stares at me. “What are you gonna order, sweetheart?”

I swallow hard. His attention on me is new...or has he always looked at me like I’m important and that I matter?

“I’ll uh...I’d like a hot skinny vanilla latte, please, and a blueberry muffin,” I request politely.

“I’ll have the same, except make my coffee regular,” Jason says and focuses his attention back on me.

The waitress huffs in annoyance and heads to the kitchen. Once she’s out of earshot, Jason reaches across to touch my shaking hands on the table.

“You’re still freezing. Come sit next to me.”

“Um, are you sure? I don’t want to get you cold and sick.”

“I rarely get sick. And I love the cold. Come on, Y/N. Dick would kill me if you get pneumonia,” Jason says seriously. He motions me over. “And die.”

I tense up at the mention of Dick. I force myself out of my seat and move over to Jason’s side. He immediately stands up and motions me to scoot in first, as he’ll sit on the end. As I sit down, Jason quickly sits beside me and wraps an arm around me. He rubs my arm soothingly before he rubs my other arm.

His touch is special. I practically feel static shooting throughout my body every time his fingers rub my bare arms to heat me up. I glance up to look at him and immediately notice he’s staring right down at me. His emerald eyes look concerned.

“Something happened with Dick, huh?” Jason asks, his question clearly takes me by surprise.

I hesitate to answer. But his fucking beautiful eyes beg me to respond.

“He’s...cheating on me,” I choke out. I can feel my throat tighten. The fucking tears threaten to fall again. I mentally scream at myself not to. “He’s...he’s seeing Barbara and Kori behind my back. I-I saw their text messages on his phone.”

Jason immediately looks shocked...and pissed off???

“Listen, I know what you’re going to say. I know I shouldn’t have looked through his cell phone, but-but I felt like he was hiding something from me. And it turns out he was,” I say sadly.

“Y/N...” Jason sounds broken at my confession.

“I know I deserve it. I...I wasn’t exactly keeping Dick happy, let alone keeping him satisfied in bed. I really had this coming, didn’t I?” I ask, completely unraveling before Jason. “And do you wanna hear the fucked up part about our sex life? He constantly always criticized me for the way I sucked his cock. Like...I could never do it the way he wanted me to. It’s like, he wanted me to suck his cock like how all his past girlfriends and sluts did it.”

Jason stared down at me in disbelief. He clenches his jaw in anger. I’ve never seen him act this way; mostly around me when it’s just the two of us hanging out. Which is quite rare, actually.

The flirty waitress returns with our coffees and blueberry muffins. She sets them down and walks away quickly with a pout. Jason still pays no attention to her.

“He was always like, ‘Y/N, swallow more of my cock,’ ‘I told you to relax your fucking throat, Y/N,’ and especially, ‘why the hell can’t you deep throat me?! What the hell’s wrong with you?! Stop gagging! Stop crying! Can’t you follow my fucking instructions?!’ Its like, I tried my hardest with him. I really did. But...sometimes I think it was just something that’s too difficult for me to do when he never even tried my requests in bed,” I reveal, my cheeks must be red like roses. I’m almost too shy to tell him, but a part of me wants to do it.

“What are your requests in bed?” Jason breathes out.

There’s no going back now. I’m too far gone with him. “He never...went down on me,” I admit quietly.

“HE NEVER ATE YOU OUT?!?!”

“Jason! Quiet down!” I hiss out.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I’m just...very shocked to hear this,” Jason says dramatically, and even clenches his chest where his heart is. He then straightens up and really looks offended. “That is the most fucked up thing I’ve ever heard that’s come out of your mouth, sweetheart.”

I reach out for my coffee and sip. The heat warms my mouth and body. “Why do you think that? Dick said pussies are always ‘too wet’ and sometimes the smell bothers him, even though I never complained that his cock lacks girth,” I say.

Jason gasps dramatically again, and wraps his arm tightly around me. He looks me straight in the eye and I’m suddenly drawn to whatever he’ll say to me...

Or do to me.

“Jesus Christ, doll! Listen to me. I can honestly tell you that nothing is more sexy than a girl’s pussy. God,” Jason pauses to close his eyes. He appears to be imagining a woman’s vagina because he hums in pleasure. When he opens his eyes, he immediately looks...horny. “You know, I can actually get off by just eating a girl out. Nothing is sexier and tastier than a wet, tight, and delicious looking pussy. Just the natural smell and taste is truly divine. If I had the perfect girl and her pussy in front of my face, I wouldn’t fucking hesitate to eat it. I’d eat it every day if I could!”

Jason’s words shock me to my core. My panties dampen with fresh slick. I desperately wish he could show me exactly what he would do now.

“And don’t listen to dick face, Y/N. I bet you suck cock real good. You just haven’t had the perfect, big cock you deserve,” Jason says, before he kicks his lips. His eyes darken with animalistic lust. “What do you say we...show each other what we could do with our mouths, sweetheart?”

I would be a fucking idiot if I say no. And without a second thought, I answer truthfully. “Yes, please.”

#dc comics #jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd #batman #dick grayson

[hereliesanotherfic]

Albert James Moriarty x Reader

A/N: Just a little drabble, nothing too intense. More an admiration for our handsome Albert ^^ But I hope to write more for Yuukoku no Moriarty! I just got into the anime so I know nothing of the manga. So in this fic, I had to make up an aristocrat family/servants. The more I learn of the series I might not have too! xD Let me know what you think!

Rating: PG 13 (probably) Triggers:

(Mentions of) Family member death, thoughts of suicide,

(Actions of) Murder but no heavy details.

You weren’t anything special to the world, or at least never felt like it for a long time. You had ‘worked’ for a wealthy family in Durham for more than 5 years now and most of your work was shared with your older brother. You haven’t been allowed to see him lately though, and it was concerning. He began to fall ill, and you did your best to care for him after serving all your duties to the family. But it’s been a long…long time since you’ve seen his face now, almost a year. The Lord of the house, Lord Vincent told you not to concern yourself and they had a handled on it, but over the time those words have been of no comfort. The fact that you cannot see your brother after so long makes you fear something awful has happened. After all, the noblemen and family weren’t the kindest to lower class like yourself. You’ve gotten smacked and hit, drinks thrown at you, belittled, and shamed beyond what is humane. Your only string to life is that your brother might truly be alive and struggling, but you’ve never felt a depression and despair this deep before.

At this moment, you were on your hands and knees scrubbing the dining room floor, the maids setting a table fit for five. You overheard Lord Vincent had invited some noblemen who were new to the area over for a feast, and once the reply came back, he demanded all get to work in preparations. The butler had stepped in, clapping his hands. “Alright, quickly now, clean up and make yourselves presentable, they will be here shortly!” You placed your sponge in the bucket and hurried it to the washroom. Racing back, you stood in your spot at the end of the line of maids, brushing out your uniform of wrinkles or dirt. The butler scanned down all three maids, his eyes scowling at you. The butler was a bit of a prick like the noblemen, he had no respect for you since you were on the bottom of the barrel. You looked to your feet, wishing for nightfall to come so you could sleep again.

“Come with me,” you heard Lord Vincent cheer and you dared to glance up at the guests. First was a very tall, slender brunette with gorgeous green eyes and a strong jawline. Following him were two blondes, striking ruby red eyes, a little more build but just as attractive. You quickly stared back down at your feet, praying you weren’t caught by anyone in the room. If Lord Vincent or his mistress found out you were eyeing the guests it’d mean another punishment. Your food, injuries, sanity? They liked to change it to see how far your threshold could go.

As proper maids do, you each stepped up to a chair to pull it out for the noblemen. You weren’t sure if you were lucky or doomed to seat the brunette. Allowing him to sit and then aid pushing his chair in, he glanced over his shoulder to you and your peripheral vision could see his small smile. Without thinking, your eyes looked up and locked to his, which made his own eyes soften slightly. You immediately looked back down to the floor and took your place back to the side of the room. It was only an interaction of maybe 5 to 10 seconds, but it felt so impressionable. You admired how his tux made his shoulders and back a bit broader, whatever fancy cologne he was wearing was practically intoxicating, and his eyes and smile could get you dangerously lost. It wasn’t often young noblemen appeared, and now you were glad they didn’t.

The five aristocrats talked and ate the delicious food. You never really knew what the foods were or how to cook them, but it always looked mouthwatering. Time seem to go faster today, but you felt it was because of that damn brunette. You locked his image to his voice after threatening another glance, his voice smoothing through the conversations like melted butter. In a moment, you heard the famous finger snap of the Lord, signaling for places and leftovers to be cleared from the table. As a good maid, you took action and stood besides the brunette, clearing his space leaving no crumb behind. You felt eyes on you, but you couldn’t tell if it was him, or the Lord on your left side. You did every mental trick in your mind to not be too nervous. But it was already failing you.

“Your maid seems unsteady, Lord Vincent, is she alright?” the blonde you learned to be William spoke. He was across the table but he still noticed the slight tremors in your fingers? What the hell?! You stood straight with your couple plates and cups and looked to Lord Vincent, who looked pleased, but you saw his little ticks to know well enough, he was pissed.

“Do not fret about the service Lord Moriarty! She has been failing my family repeatedly, so a change has been due for a while now.”

…What?

“It’s so hard these days to find high class maids,” his wife sighed loudly, a look of disgust lingering on your backside.

You heartrate increased dramatically while your skin paled. You slightly bowed to excuse yourself from the conversation (even though you were just the topic) and headed towards the kitchen to dispose of the plates. You practically dropped them in the skin and held onto the counter. Your suspicions about them killing off bad service wasn’t just a rumor, it was true! You knew now because you were next! Your brother—you had to find a way to get out and save your brother! …

Your eyes started to water at the realization. ‘They had a handle on it’, in aristocrat terms, in the Vincent family terms, they eliminated him. And dragged you on to play the fool believing your brother was alive just to suck out whatever they could from you. You dropped to your knees as your tears poured, fingertips turning while you still gripped the counter above you. And the thought of joining your brother now…maybe he would forgive you if you join him for letting him die.

“Why are you crying?” a voice behind you spoke softly, startling you out of your self-pity and turning around instantly. To your utter shock, it was Lord Albert James Moriarty, and he was less than two feet from you, one hand outstretches as if to catch you.

You harshly wipe the tears from your face and eyes with your sleeve, standing up as quickly as physically possible and giving your uniform a couple messy pats, yabbering your apologizes as if your ending life still depended on it. “I am so very sorry Lord Moriarty, you should never have seen me in such array. Please forgive my improper-ness.” You didn’t know where to look, what to do with your hands, your anxiety was eating you alive! So you did your only method, stare at the floor with your head down and grip your uniform, your hair falling slightly forward as it was falling out of its bun. You could feel your body shaking and tried to stop it, your embarrassment eating you up on the inside for making a fool of yourself in front of not just a Lord, but a handsome one at that. He couldn’t have been more than a couple years older than you, and he could be placed in a museum and you were the cement floor.

“Please, don’t be afraid of me,” Albert begged softly, the gentleness of his voice being completely unexpected. You felt his large hand wrap around one of your clenched ones, making you remove your grip from your dress and be held in his hand. In the same moment, his other hand swooped under your jaw gently and lifted your face to look at him, swiping the (still) falling tears with his thumb. He locked his eyes with you (e/c) ones, a small smile came back to grace his lips. Just as you feared, you fell into a trance. You felt his other thumb rubbing small circles in your hand as he spoke his velvet words again.

“Come, it’s time to leave,” he hummed, closing his hand fully around yours before turning and heading out of the kitchen. You immediately started to panic at the though of Lord Vincent seeing the guest of honor so close to you, let alone touching you or speaking to you.

“L-l-l-lord Moriarty, I can’t do—this isn’t rig-okay, I mean!—” You choked to find the words, not wanting to offend him in any way, but terrified of not stopping him before re-entering the dining room like this. His grip was strong and you couldn’t pull back more than he pulled forward. He stopped for a moment and chuckled, looking over his shoulder to you with a smile and slender eyes.

“Do not worry about that miss, Lord Vincent has no more hold over you.” And he continued walking. You had no idea what that meant, but you were about to find out.

After he pulled you through the doors into the dining room, the sight was appalling. The head Maid was sobbing on the floor, a bloody knife fallen from her bloody hand. Lying hunched dead over the table were the Lord and his mistress, each suffered one to three stab wounds. The smell of all this blood was too strong and you covered your mouth with your hand. Before you could take in any more of the messy scene, Albert was already dragging you along outside, the two blonde brothers finishing up inside with the maid. You were practically speechless.

“L-..Lord Moriarty?” you said just above a whisper as he opened the door to his luxury carriage, looking at you. “…What’s happened?”

“Lord Vincent and his wife have both paid their debt for the slaughter of lower class servant workers, that’s all,” he stated matter-of-factly. Your eyes widened at his words, but they were soft. How did another aristocrat family know of this, not to mention care?

“We in the Moriarty family are…different,” he chuckled, before stepping to the side. “Please, hop in.”

“Why?” You asked, forgetting for a moment he was a nobleman.

“I’d like to give you some time to think if you’d like to be a maid for our family, or if you’d like to start a new life elsewhere. In the meantime, I can provide you a safe place to stay.”

You cheeks reddened slightly at the word ‘I’ and he must’ve caught on, closing his eyes for a brief moment before looking back into yours. If it wasn’t so dark out, you could’ve confirmed or not if he was blushing a bit too.

“We, my brothers and I,” he corrected, and motioned you into the carriage. At this point, your former Lord was dead, you brother was dead and you had little hope immediately on the street. Maybe serving the handsome Albert James Moriarty wasn’t such a bad deal after all. Especially if they are taking away some of the scum of the world.

Albert couldn’t have been more pleased when you stepped inside the carriage. This operation William put together has been brewing for a few months. Truth be told, Albert has seen you more than a couple times, but he’s never interacted with you since that wasn’t part of the plan. It was obvious to William you were being tricked, and your heavy depression blocked your brain from the truth. Only once you feel your life was truly on the line would you snap out of it. Albert was just as happy as his brothers to save another lower-class citizen from harm. Not to mention Louis lightly teasing him about keeping his eyes on you a little too much.

#yuukoku no moriarty #albert james moriarty #albert james moriarty x reader #william james moriarty #louis james moriarty #moriarty the patriot #fred porlock #sebastian moran #sherlock holmes #john watson #william james moriarty x reader #louis james moriarty x reader #sherlock holmes x reader

[tanoraqui]

okay I have to do this today because even I wouldn’t do it after the godforsaken finale airs, and it’s basically my specialty and I did spend like an hour thinking about it last night while washing dishes. Definitely partly inspired by @words-writ-in-starlight​‘s insightful post on everything Supernatural did wrong, and apologies in advance to all the characters for dragging them into anything related to Christian mythology:

Wei Wuxian’s parents die in a house fire when he’s 6(? I refuse to look anything up) months old

Jiangs are a hunter family I guess? That whole disaster of a family dynamic, except WWX dips out at some point to be idk an environmental activist bc at the time, that seems like the larger threat to the whole world. “Mom and Dad went on a hunting trip and they haven’t come back”, “bitch” “jerk”, 2 brothers in a beat-up old car, you know the drill

Jins are also an old hunting family, but more Men of Letters energy - they have a fancy bunker and do research and avoid getting their actual hands dirty. Jiang Yanli ducked out of the active hunting life a few years ago to be happily married to her peacock and settled down with a baby and she’s fine. We’re not going to bother Yanli. She’s safe and happy and doesn’t need to involved in any of this

so, WWX is the demon blood child developing exciting new abilities like telekinesis, mind control, exorcising demons by sheer force of will...etc, and Jiang Cheng is the Righteous Man. Lucifer, Michael, etc.

s1-3 probably proceeds more or less as spn canon...which I more or less remember...by the time they find their parents at the end of s1, Jiang Fengmian is...ugh, we probably shouldn’t kill him offscreen, I mean, we should probably meet him before he dies. I guess. Madam Yu lasts longer because I’m way more interested in her. But we do know that both Jiang parents are totally inclined to fling the boys into a metaphorical or literal escape boat and go hold the line for as long as possible, so...that’s spn energy...

Xue Yang is the one who’s like “fuck yeah, demon powers” and opens the gates of Hell, because I want him to have nice* things

*nice for Xue Yang

from characterization rather than memory, I’m 90% sure that Dean tried to hide his crossroads deal from Sam, but Jiang Cheng does it...better. I think it does come out, though. Right before the hellhounds do.

here’s where it starts to go farther off from spn canon. Jiang Cheng crawls his way out of the grave, gets stalked by a menacing presence that explodes windows for an episode, incidentally can’t find WWX...*Lan Wangji voice* “I’m the one who gripped you tight and raised you from Perdition” (a baller line then and a baller line now)...and then the next episode starts with them all awkwardly standing around, and JC is like, “ok well let’s go find my brother then”, and you think there’s going to be an mdzs-riffing JC+LWJ Roadtrip To Find WWX...and they’re immediately attacked by like a dozen demons

in fact, the first time we see WWX in s4 is here, wherein he goes toe to toe with an angel and...holds his own. that’s new and terrifying! also is leading a squad of demons??

because here’s the thing: for the last 3(?) months, there’s been war in hell

because unlike Some People Mooses, upon finding out that his brother’s soul was legally nearly-owned by a crossroads demon, heir-apparent-to-Satan!WWX went, “actually fuck that” and kicked open the door of Hell (metaphorically, not loosing any demons this time) and was like, “who do I have to beat the shit out of to get a specific crossroads contract around here”

this did not work, obv. He didn’t know until it was too late, Lilith had already snapped up the contract, etc. etc.

obviously he also tried to offer himself instead, and got rejected for some reason

Since Jiang Cheng died, however, there’s been a war for control of Hell. Leading one side, Lilith, the Original Babe, who wants to break all 666(?) seals keeping Lucifer bound and in the meantime, break the Righteous Man so Heaven won’t even have Michael’s destined host ready for the Final Battle. Leading the other side, Wei Wuxian, infamous upstart, who wants to rescue the Righteous Man and restore him to life, tear Lilith’s guts out through her nose, and also stop her from doing the Lucifer thing because Wen Qing explained that yes, that’s a Thing, and it’s Bad.

Wen Qing! I’ve decided to combine Bela and Ruby’s roles and let WQ be both the cool badass example of how demon deals can go Bad and the demon deliberately leading our heroes astray for most of s3-4. Wen Qing is a very new demon; she used to be some sort of herbalist/witch but then she sold her soul in a crossroads deal to cure her brother of some lingering illness. 10 years of happiness and then boom, hellhounds. WQ is so obviously competent, though, that they (Lilith, I guess?) immediately offers her a job, with the promise threat that gee, that’s a nice brother you’ve got there, even with his Designated Chronic Health Condition getting all relapse-y. It’d be such a shame if something were to...happen to him...

we find this out at some point in last s3 I guess? some Monster of the Week case involves WN as a witness or something, or possible next victim, and WQ shows up to be A Normal Amount Of Invested In This, while desperately trying to avoid actually interacting with her brother (who thinks she’s dead). YES, the truth comes out; YES there’s a tearful reunion

now in s4, Wen Ning is fine actually, health-wise, bc he maybe made a crossroads deal with Wei Wuxian personally, and Wen Qing may or may not have admitted that she’s supposed to be working for Lilith to get WWX ready to host Lucifer? Or potentially that comes out later, idk. Either way, she’s 100% his top lieutenant in this exciting Hell War they’re waging

[insert whatever the hell (ha) happened plot-wise in s4 of supernatural]

we obviously mix up the relationships, too, bc it’s like, *LWJ internal monologue* I’m too young to remember my brother Lucifer as he was before he Fell, but surely Wei Wuxian is his Heir and Destined Vessel in truth, for he is Charismatic and Charming and Makes Me Feel Things, with his Clearly Feigned Righteous Drive and Compassion for All God’s Creatures and - why does heat keep pooling in the lower abdomen of my vessel when I look at his lips, which I am definitely doing a Normal and Not-Weird Amount - I’m just keeping an eye out for the famed Silver Tongue, and not in any way wondering how it would feel in my own mouth -

it’s actually DEFINITELY plausible for Lucifer to still be released even if our designated Heir Apparent is using his demon powers to his full potential and no one’s lying to each other about their motives. You just need to let Lilith be more scary too, and especially bc by “no one” I mostly mean Wen Qing; the angels are still totally hiding the fact that they, too, want to jumpstart the shit out of this apocalypse.  LWJ decides at the last minute that that’s a bad idea actually, gets himself discorporated to send JC to intercept WWX because he accidentally releases Lucifer, etc. etc. Oh yeah, the boys were def fighting before this, bc JC has actually fairly reasonable concerns about the sort of things WWX is getting up to in his quest to become King of Hell...

SO

...I neither know nor care what happens in s5

it does end with both Lucifer and Michael locked in the cage probably, bc I rather liked that solution. Fuck both of ‘em, basically.

I was toying with the idea that WWX also found Madam Yu in whatever hellish torment she was suffering after making a deal so her idiot son(s) would survive, and she was leading forces for him in the war against Lilith as well. If she came back to life somehow, body and all, it’d probably be compelling if she offered her own body to Michael - bc it’s her lineage! - and we’re all led to believe that she’s, uh, being a bitch and actually wants to risk destroying the world in order to destroy all demons...but then she seizes back control and flings herself/Michael and Lucifer into the Pit, because she’s just That Hardcore?

which means we’d actually have had her around and having characterization for most of s4-5, too, which would be fun

More importantly, it ends with newly crowned King of Hell Wei Wuxian appointing Wen Qing as Queen-Regent and ditching to go on an indefinite honeymoon with his new angel boyfriend (they’re going to fuck for like three weeks straight, then roll up their sleeves and go conquer Heaven in the name of free will), and Jiang Cheng gets to live out his hitherto-unknown-to-himself life’s ambition to be the sugar baby of the Queen of Hell. It’s very Hades/Persephone, except he goes back down to the underworld at least once a month. He gets his own demon squad whom he trains up in all the hunting techniques and it’s gr9. Wen Qing is reforming the crossroads deal process to make it more fair to the humans.

the end

Addenda:

it should go without saying but Jiang Yanli is definitely a recurring character, like, at least once a season there’s a filler episode where they go to Jiang Yanli’s for dinner and have to get along as a family, and also do the much easier job of defeating some sort of terrible demon that gets loose in the bunker and turns the evening into a horror movie. She’s their main research/emotional check-in person, a la Bobby, more often appearing in later seasons when there’s, uhhh, more to emotionally check in about.

Jin Zixuan is actually a perfectly competent hunter; he’s just a priss and we don’t Like him

we like Mianmian, though. Oh, I guess the official Hunter’s Guild or w/e tries to declare WWX a public enemy on account of the whole “King of Hell” thing and she’s like “actually what if you’re morons and assholes?” and joins hte team in s4 or 5? Yeah.

idk how the 3zun disaster happens in this ‘verse but I do encourage it to be happening in slow motion as a recurring subplot for several seasons. NMJ is a hunter, LXC is obv an angel, and JGY is...I wanna say one of the more human monsters, like a vampire? Or, you know, something that could be born from JGS sleeping with someone/something he shouldn’t have

#mdzs #the untamed #supernatural #ficlet #my fic #spn #ugh it'll probably fuck up hte bullet points again

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Starmer makes no attempt to conceal his hatred and contempt for The Convict | John Crace | The Guardian

The looks on the Tory frontbench said it all. Dominic Raab, Alok Sharma, Liz Truss and Sajid Javid could barely bring themselves to even glance at Boris Johnson. Their eyes were dead, their faces expressionless. Just wishing they were anywhere but in the Commons for prime minister’s questions. Beam me up. Realising they were stuck in their leader’s own nightmare. Partygate wasn’t going away any time soon. It would be with them for months yet. Slowly dragging everyone down with it. The Convict’s shame was now their shame.

Johnson was keen to move on. He was desperate to talk about the cost of living crisis – even though it’s getting worse by the day under his government. At this rate, half the country will be eating from food banks by the end of the year. That’s if anyone can afford to use a cooker.

Anything but focus on his own criminality. Boris had made an apology of sorts the evening before. It had been devoid of any real contrition, but so what? It would have to do. Real repentance would suggest a desire to change. And he felt no such thing. All The Convict was really sorry for was having got caught. The law was never meant for people like him.

But it was never going to work out so easily for Johnson. There would be more fines for far more serious offences. Tory MPs who had gone out on a limb to defend him for his birthday party – the kind of gathering that the prime minister had said was illegal on an almost nightly basis during his lockdown press conferences – would now find themselves thrown under a bus as they were asked to explain all the other piss-ups.

Keir Starmer was in no mood to let Johnson off the hook. He began with a simple question. One to which he knew The Convict had no answer. Why had he accepted Allegra Stratton’s resignation? If there had never been any parties, as he had frequently told MPs, why was there any need for her to leave No 10? Boris mumbled incoherently and tugged The Toddler Haircut. His face was pasty and he was looking like carrion. It’s a surprise no one has suggested he goes for his own good, never mind the country’s.

This was a visceral cross-examination. The Labour leader used to try to keep PMQs on a strictly professional working basis. The forensic semi-detached lawyer. But now he makes no attempt to conceal his hatred and contempt for Johnson. It drips like acid from every sentence. And is all the more deadly for it. It’s not the rambling, shambolic dislike that Boris has for Starmer and anyone else who dares challenge him. It’s directed with laser precision.

After listing others who had paid for their rule-breaking with their jobs, Starmer returned to Johnson’s behaviour the previous day. Having put on a show for the TV cameras in the Commons of apologising for having been found guilty of breaking the law – it’s still not clear if he really believes he broke a law, or if he thinks the law applies to him – he showed his true colours in a private meeting of Tory MPs.

The struggle of being on his best behaviour for two hours had been too much and The Convict had let rip. He’d never really been guilty of anything. The rules were stupid and he’d be sure to give a piece of his mind to whoever had made them. Worst of all were the BBC and the archbishop of Canterbury, who had been tougher on the government’s immigration policy than they had on Putin’s invasion of Ukraine.

Johnson confected outrage. Starmer was nothing but a Corbynista in an Islington suit, he blustered. It still didn’t work when he tried the line a second time. No one believes Starmer is a Corbynista and it was Johnson who used to own the £3.75m Islington house. Up until the point he got slung out for having yet another affair. Lying and deceit are The Convict’s life-blood.

He then did a bit of PR for the Rwandan tourist board. The country was basically one big holiday camp and if his plan did have a fault, it was that refugees would be clogging up Kent beaches in their desperation to get a free air ticket to Kigali. But even then, the Rwandans would be thrilled to get so many immigrants. It was almost as if he believed that immigration could be beneficial to a country.  ...

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