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primeofprimes115 · 7 months

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Eyes on Him - Supergirl x Male Reader

Warnings: - Smut 💕(Flying Sex Missionary and Bareback

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Kara had sat by herself, not being able to keep her eyes off of the young man that had just recently appeared to join up with a few members of the Justice League on some form of mission that required his help who was someone who had dealt with these specific alien runes and magic which was called Soulfire, which can be deadly even toward Kryptonians due to their vulnerability to magic.

The young man she couldn't keep her eyes off of was Y/N, a Scholar and Magic wielder, some called him a Space Gunslinger which was what he is. He is a human from Earth, but has travelled to different Earths which was an accident at that time, confirming his theories about the Multiverse, a story for another time.

For weeks they had been working together to solve this issue, recent hostile alien activity had been making it's way toward Earth from the Moon, exactly which Y/N predicted, but how? Teleportation? Their answers would be solved upon discovering a portal on the Moon, which led to their pocket dimension.

However, she daydreamed as he kept rambling on about the magic and the runes, even speaking about his own run-ins with these aliens, a 'pain in the neck' he would call them.

Kara sighs with happiness, watching him as she began to fantasize about him, there was times where he caught Kara staring at him which he would wave a 'hello', she would always look away straight away, trying to hide her face which would be a blushing mess, she would wave back of course.

This was Supergirl, the toughest girl on Planet Earth, the Maiden of Might, the Girl of Steel. And this young man her age is the only thing right now that is weakening her, she was impressed of how a good fighter he was.

Sure she's had a few run-ins with certain individuals who she could've been with and even went on a date with Robin aka Dick Richard Grayson... Which didn't really go well, he went out as Robin for the date which Kara didn't exactly approve of. But for the first time in a while? Now at 20 years old, her heart is drawn toward him, and only him.

For you: You saw Kara as this ball of fluff, a genuine fun and caring person to be around, she's pretty protective of her friends and teammates, you saw that at that moment when one of them were injured during a fight, she went over immediately to protect him from the threat. She was a lot like her cousin in a way, protective and caring for their friends, family and compatriots. That's what you liked in her, her willpower to protect her loved ones without fear, she was smart and beautiful to you. And at times... Just the unsuspecting cute girl who stares at you without you looking, you found it amusing, adorable as well.

But she thought of you as eye candy, just someone to stare at and dream about, even if it brought up kinks of hers, kinks that would make her body squirm with excitement and pleasure, where she would moan your name during her private time away from people... She couldn't help it.

She even had that thought right now since she couldn't keep her eyes off of you, she bites her top lip as the thought kept rolling back in her head, of feeling your body on hers, her daydreams becoming more pleasuring and fantasized, the fact she wanted to feel him inside her when she flies in the sky, the thought of her being dominated by him on the bed after having sex in the sky... It turned her on at every moment when she could think.

"Well... I think it's time for me to run off into the night, since the situation has been resolved, G'night gents... And ladies" the emphasis on ladies landed on Kara's mind as he looked at her, catching her staring at him again which he smiled at her for it, even gave her a wink.

Kara immediately flushed a bright red across her cheeks and tried looking away... But she couldn't, she embarrassingly waved at him as he waved back with a smile on his face. Taking his leave out to the corridor of the Hall of Justice.

Then it hit her... He was leaving...

"HE CAN'T LEAVE YET!" Is what Kara thought in her head.

She immediately got up and zoomed off, the remaining members wondered why Kara rushed off but shrugged it off not a moment later.

Y/N kept walking down the hallway, heading for the exit. He quietly hummed a song to himself... Rock Lobster, which was annoyingly catchy tune...

"Curse that annoyingly catchy tune" he cursed at himself, seeing the exit not far now, he couldn't shake the song out of his head since he had heard it earlier. He has forgotten how annoyingly catchy songs can get, especially songs like Hollaback Girl, sure that wouldn't bother him at first... But now he hates it. It's all stuck in his head.

Suddenly... A gush of wind rushed passed him in a form or a red and blue blur with blonde/golden accents, which caught him off guard as his hand itched for his gun out of instinct.

But what came after... Was Supergirl, waiting at the door out of the Hall of Justice. Her arms crossed as she smiles at him from across the hall. He assumed that was her who zoomed past him... But for what? To talk? Or something else? But her action managed to drive away the annoying songs repeating in his head which he silently thanked her.

She watched as he slowly made his way over, she couldn't keep his eyes off of him with a hungry look behind her own thoughts, the need to have him to herself. Her kinks were overwhelming her but she held it together... Just for this moment at least.

"Going somewhere?" she asked him with a hinting smirk, she had her back leaning off against the wall behind her as he finally approached fully, smiling at her too.

"Yeah, heading out, assuming you heard me with your super hearing" he winked with a teasing smile, one where it would make her blush uncontrollably which it did.

She giggled nervously, uncrossing her arms as she begins feeling her heart pounding faster at every moment, pushing a strand of blonde hair out of the way on her face. She's only had little interaction with him outside of combat but during it is when she's a different person overall... And he knew that. It's what drew him toward her a little... Along with her cuteness when everything calms down. And no threats around them.

"Y-Yeah" she spoke after a few seconds, not even trying to hide her blush anymore.

"Haha... You seem pretty interested in me from what I've seen, Y'know? ~" he got closer to her, putting his hand on the wall beside her as he leaned in - "You had your eyes on me every moment you could, which makes me think..." he took a pause for a moment to let it sink into Kara's mind - "That you've been thinking about me" he leaned back from her ear, a teasing smirk at the corners of his mouth.

Kara was breath-taken by his words, she had a feeling he'd known but mentioning it simply made her blush more furiously, she began chuckling and playing with her hair as her dirty thoughts began running amuck in her mind.

She bit her lip in response as she smirks before licking her lips as she looks at him in the eyes - "Well... It's hard not to when you catch my attention all the time" she awkwardly spoke, she didn't exactly know what to say in particular, she felt all flustered around him, her dirty thoughts and kinks didn't help her either as she nervously chuckles...

She really wanted to make a move on him... It was so easy, she begged herself to pull him into a fiery kiss... But she couldn't... Not yet at least... She wanted to wait it out.

Y/N began chuckling at her shy actions, he wasn't wrong about her being cute, he's heard stories about the almighty Supergirl, the toughest girl on planet Earth, he's heard about her from her cousin when he had a few run-ins with him. He found it adorable the way she was flustered around him, he knew for a fact she was when she'd look away when he noticed her staring at him.

However, he was impressed with her abilities, her courage and strength. Fair to say he thought of having Kara on his team that patrols the Galaxy and the planets, even Earth... His home as well as it's Kara's adopted world too.

He actually admires her too, she's amazing in every way he thought, thinking back to where she's saved his back a few times from unsuspecting enemies... Maybe he could use an extra pair of hands on his expeditions at one point.

"Sorry if I'm being awkward or anything, it's just that... I've never felt this way around a boy in... Well... A while I guess" she spoke after some seconds went by, being able to look back at him again.

"No need to apologize, I do admit my... Charm can be overwhelming for some woman" he joked with a laugh afterwards, getting her to laugh with him.

The laughing dies down a few seconds later again, the two staring at each other as a smile reaches their faces.

"Y'know? You're actually pretty attractive up close ~" Y/N stutters a little, he felt his face heat up as hers did the same - "Wanna go out for dinner? I know a place down in San Francisco" he asked her which caused her to widen her eyes in shock, before the flush of red grew brighter on her face, a smile creeping up not long after.

"I... Uh, yeah... Yeah! That sounds great but... The last time I ever went on a dinner date... It didn't exactly... Go well" she looked away for a moment, scrunching her face up upon thinking back to her date with Robin at the time before giggling.

"Oh? That date? ~" he snickered - "the one with the Boy Wonder? Yeah... Heard that went horrible, but don't worry, nothing like that'll happen... We can go as civilians" he offered, which was a surprise to her... He really is willing to go out to dinner with her.

"Y-yeah! That sounds nice, however. I was thinking of... Something else to do" she hinted with a smirk, her hand drifting up his clothed body as she stares hungrily in his eyes, her slow blinking hinted toward how she was feeling.

"Oh? Well... What else would you want to do? Think it can top the dinner date?" he smirked with her as he leaned in a little, he had her at the wall still as Kara's cheeks flushed a bright red again.

She felt her body on fire at this point, his face was close to hers. Kiss him Kara! Do it! She shouted at her self in her mind.

"I know you've been thinking hard about me Supergirl, it's no wonder you've been so flustered around me" he teased her next, causing Kara to blush even harder at this point. Calling her by her Superhero name began to turn her on, she loved the fact he called her by Supergirl instead of her actual name in private.

She felt her desires kicking in, her kinks, her dirty thoughts of wanting him to herself... He drove her crazy when she thought about him, pleasuring herself to feel something... But she wanted it to feel... Breathtaking.

With the hungry look of lust in her eyes, she looked at him with a different perspective - "Well... I want you for starters" she smirked with seduction in her voice, the moment turning her on even more.

He kept his smirk as he leaned in closer to her, their lips almost touching at this point - "Ha, you flatter me. I've always wondered how Supergirl would be in bed" she was surprised he said that, he also had dirty thoughts of his own, maybe his own kinks too?

Her hungry intent went into overdrive before she closed the gap between them, firing up a fiery kiss as she felt him pin him on the wall behind her, their lips beginning to dance into each other as smacking noises sounded off from their lips.

Their tongues began to dance into each others mouths performing a French Kiss, fighting for tongue dominance, the latter being turned on further as it continued. Kara moaned into the fiery kiss she pulled him into, there was no going back. She was going to put in all her best to show her feelings toward him.

Her hands freely roamed his clothed body, slowly drifting down below his waist, she was dying to have his member inside her.

His hands however, were on her hips, holding her there as he had her pinned on the wall, it was a moment soon that he began to get turned on by the fiery kiss which the Kryptonian girl started.

"I've been in relationships before, passed many eyes... But it seems yours is what I got lost into" he pulled back slightly to breathe, speaking out with words that sounded like a confession. He had to admit that Kara's blue angelic eyes is what also interested him... She was like an angel toward him.

Supergirl smiled hard at his words, before pecking him on the lips - "I'm not going to lie, but you turn me on when I think about you" the Maiden of Might confessed, she wasn't wrong... She's pleasured herself on many occasions she could when alone. Having him on her mind was pleasant which made her wetter by the second.

"Well, my charm can do that to beautiful looking women, I'm happy you're one of those women" he flirted, causing her to smile hard as she holds his hand next after he explored enough of her model of a body.

"Ever tried the Mile High Club?" she asked him with a smirk, the question seemed to make him erect upon thinking about it.

"Ask Starfire, she'll tell you all about it, guessing that's a kink of yours too right?" he responded with a smirk also, knowing where this was going.

"Well... Let's fly" she says with lust, he leans off from her before being dragged to the doors by her leading him outside, where her hair, cape and skirt would billow softly in the calm wind.

His arms would wrap around her as she began to fly them up, up and away into the sky, her cape, skirt and hair billowing even more as she flew him up higher out of sight of anyone, above the clouds where the fun would begin.

"Think you can handle me? I am Kryptonian, don't wanna crush your pelvis or your penis for the matter" she asked him with a smirk

Supergirl reaches down under her skirt and pulls at the under shorts she wore where it covered her clit, sliding them down as she bites her lip.

"Won't need these anymore, got plenty spare at home" she giggles excitedly, winking at him as she dropped them, the wind carelessly blowing them away as he watched it drift out of view. For some reason? He just hoped it didn't randomly land on a person's head below...

It didn't take long for her to move onto him next, slightly pulling his pants down to whip out his manhood next which she already knew was erect before she took him outside.

She smirked at this, didn't seem like she needed to lube it or anything, not with her being wet of course... She simply guided it into her as she felt the tip hovering over her clit.

"Ohhh fuck!" she moaned softly as it fully entered, she slightly squirms freely thanks to him holding onto her, he can't fly and bend the laws of gravity but she can.

He began thrusting up into her with his hips at a steady pace, slowly moving in and out of her as she moans softly when each thrust went in her.

"You're a virgin right?" he groans slightly, he should've asked earlier but he didn't. His question answered with a hum detailing a yes. He was surprised she wanted to do the Mile High Club for her first time, but... He smirked at the thought of taking her virginity... It wasn't the first time he's took a woman's virginity away.

His thrusts begin to pick up the pace a little as his cock slipped in and out more easier with Kara's pussy lubing his cock up with how wet she was.

"Oh fuck yes! Mmmm, never felt one in me before but it feels so good!" she opened her eyes before locking eye contact with his, Kara leaned back freely in the air as he leaned on top of her like he was on top of a woman in bed, only the bed is in the sky this time.

She kept herself steady within the sky, her cape and hair hanging downwards as she does. She felt his thighs hit hers gently with the slow pace he went with as he goes in for a fiery kiss, his hands freely exploring her back, feeling a little bit of her cape as well.

The both moan and groan into each others lips, feeling the sexual pleasure building up between them as he thrusts into her with more force, causing her to moan out his name with lust, he felt his cock go deeper in her once the hymen was broken a little further. Allowing him to thrust a little more deeper.

She moans his name once more as the latter begins kissing the crook of her neck, feeling his hot breath on hers. She for one hasn't felt this sexual pleasure before, she always wanted to know how it really felt.

"Mmmm Y/N" she groans softly, feeling his lips on her neck as he slowly thrusts in her, the calming winds blowing her hair and cape side to side as it blew on their semi naked bodies.

Her arms wrap around him next, kneading her nails on his back as he moves his hips to thrust into her a little more faster than before.

He stops kissing her neck and goes for her lips, beginning to make out with her to muffle her moans as he began picking up the paste with his thrusts, he wanted to give her a good time for her first sexual interaction. After all... She had Eyes on Him for the last few weeks, he had a feeling she was thinking a lot about him.

"The way she moans my name, she really is cute as fuck" Y/N talked to himself in his head, it was like he was already falling in love with the Maiden of Might, despite him having intercourse with her right now.

In the sky for that matter again, but with Supergirl this time...

He pulls back to look into her eyes, her blush grew deeper as she began to giggle in excitement, her kink becoming reality with him fucking her in the sky.

"You like that huh, don't you Supergirl?" he teased her, his free hand drifting up her suit, his hand now over the symbol she proudly wore as the Girl of Steel simply nodded and hummed a response. Her face said it all that she was enjoying this.

A moment later... He begins going faster... Faster... And more faster as her walls enclosed on his cock.

"AHH FUCK!" Kara moaned out loudly, she felt her walls closing in as she begins to wince a little as she felt her hymen fully breaking, a little blood spewing out from her clit

"You want me to slow down? ~" Y/N looks down and sees some blood, and he realized her hymen must've broke, noticing she was in a little bit of pain, Kara's kink of flying sex along with it being her first time having intercourse was a bad idea he thought, was she really that desperate to have her first intercourse in the sky? - "You're bleeding, I think we should stop for now" he said with worry on his face, he didn't think she would feel pain from this, though it is the sensitive part of her body as a woman.

"No! Keep going! I can - Ah Rao! Take it!" she growled through the little pain from her hymen breaking, opening her eyes to make eye contact with him. Giving him a drunken smile to show she's alright.

He smiled back at her before leaning back in toward her face and began thrusting at faster pace, using his hips like a jackhammer to pound thoroughly into her pussy.

"Oh fuck fuck, yes yes yes! Ahhhh-mmplhh!" her moans are softly cut off by his lips on hers, muffled as his lips dance with hers, the wind began to pick up not long after, showing that Kara was indeed flying now instead of staying stationary in the air.

Her hands claw at his back, feeling the pleasure overwhelm her once again, her vaginal walls enclose further on his cock, both fought for tongue dominance once again as she kept flying them both, wherever she's taking them.

Y/N breaks the kiss to take a little break, just to hear her moans again as he thrusts deeply in her, eventually hitting her G-spot, which made her squirm in pleasure.

"Ahhh yes! Keep at it and I'm gonna cum soon!! Don't stop any sooner!!!" she moaned out loudly, following up with a laugh of pleasure, a joy in her body to feel ready to release herself on him. Knowing her virginity is being taken away by the person she laid eyes on and daydreamed about.

She kept her Eyes on Him, not breaking eye contact as she feels his cock inside her, he made a comment of her being tight which she simply giggled at before her moans and groans of pleasure continued, still flying backwards, not having a care in the world with her cape and hair blowing oppositely fast.

"Ohhh fuuuuck" she moans out slowly, she felt his cock beginning to twitch inside her vaginal walls... Which only meant one thing.

"Ugh, Kara... Don't think you're gonna be the only who'll cum soon!" Y/N announced the warning to her, getting ready to pull out in case of impregnating Supergirl.

"Cum in me" she growls, which raised concern to him.

"What? You sure? You could get pregnant" the young Space Gunslinger wasn't sure about the idea of releasing his seed inside her, he wasn't exactly ready to have a kid yet... More specifically... A kid with a Kryptonian? They haven't even began dating yet.

"Trust me... I know what I'm doing!" she pleaded, biting her bottom lip as he kept thrusting.

The green light given, he thought - "Fuck it" he kept thrusting till the climax was approaching, he felt it rising in him, groaning a little. Kara's body squirmed as he kept his pace up.

"AHHHHH! I'm cumming!!" Kara felt her juices squirt out, onto his cock as he thrusted deeply into her a few more times before releasing inside her next... Both releasing at the same time almost, maintaining eye contact as their moans and groans lap over each other.

Kara's flight speed slowed down as her body finished squirming, feeling him fill her up fully finally after half a minute passed by.

The latter both chuckle at the same time before the Kryptonian pulls him into a soft kiss, smiling deeply into it.

"So... Wanna head back to mine? Seems I flown us near Metropolis accidently" Supergirl giggled, realizing where she flew herself and Y/N.

"For the night? Sure..." he agreed with the offer. But he felt he had another round in him... After all... His sex drive surely asked for another round... Perhaps Kara has another in her too - "Round two maybe?" he asked her after pulling his pants up, hiding his manhood.

"Yeah! I'd love to! ~" she seemed overjoyed by the thought, biting her bottom lip thinking about it too - "Since you're offering. I want you to dominate me"

"AHHH YES!!!! I'M CUMMING!!" Kara shouted at the top of her lungs, now naked on the bed as she gets railed from behind, her vaginal walls once again closing in on his cock. Y/N's thighs clapped off of her ass as the moment of climax approaches once again. They've been at it for a good 30 minutes,

Their moans lap over each other again as Y/N collapses on top of Kara from behind, she collapsed on the bed covers with a satisfactory laugh and sigh, feeling him fill her up again... Good thing she can't get pregnant due to birth control tablets that somehow works on a Kryptonian which had him confused. She didn't clarify how it works, quite possibly Kryptonian made too which would explain it.

The two finished panting as they cleaned themselves up, surprisingly he jumped into the bed with Kara as she laid her head on his chest, placing a hand on his body as he wrapped an arm around her.

"That was a lot of fun, thanks Y/N. Rao you were amazing as my first" Kara sighed with satisfaction, hugging him as she smiled brightly.

"You still owe me a date, I really do wanna take you out on one" he replied, she looked up at him with a smile upon thinking about it.

"Yeah... That would be nice..." he looked back down at her after she replied, both smiling before he kissed her softly - "And that wasn't a date? You taking my virginity away? I would've counted that as a date"

"Hmm... Not necessarily a date but... We could call it a hook-up date... Supergirl" he spoke after a few seconds of thinking, the Kryptonian had a look of confusion on her face, before giggling.

"Kara, Y/N. Supergirl is only out there when I wear the cape" her giggle continued which made him join in with her as well. Her laugh was cute, he never thought he'd fall in love harder.

"Well... Maybe I just like the name Supergirl more.. Because you are Super" he smirked as the laughter died down.

"Okay... That was bad ~" she cringed with a snicker, he rolled his eyes afterwards at her - "But thank you"

"Whatever, sounded better in my head... And you're welcome"

The two stare at each other not long after, Her Eyes on Him not going away anytime sooner before their faces drew closer. Their lips softly connecting not long after...

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thatoneyanderewriter · 1 year

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Hide and Seek

yandere!ethan landry x fem!reader

summary: you finally escape from ethan. but somehow he knows you escape and it turns into a game he enjoys playing.

warning: yandere, obsession, kidnapping, drugging, dark themes, mentions of murder, mentions of violence(via knife).

SCREAM VI WARNINGS AHEAD!!! also if you guys enjoy this would you like a part 2 or no? also I tried to make this quick so if it’s short it’s because of that, sorry!

You were sure he wasn’t that stupid. He couldn’t have left the door unlocked on accident. Either way you were taking your chances and bolted out the door.

You don’t exactly remember how long you’ve been in his grasp but what you know for sure is that you can’t stay any longer. he had constant mood swings and they frightened you. Hell, they terrified you.

You were in the middle of a forest as cliche as it was, and you were running as fast as you could. He had some killings to do. You knew he was Ghostface and you wished you could do something to stop him.

Now that you were free you could do something. But not for a while. Not until you were certain he couldn’t find you and chase you down. And you see the city and have some hope.

“Help! Someone help! You exclaimed. You were crying and your knees were bleeding. You somehow scraped yourself.

A woman immediately calls 911 and helps your bleeding knees. “Thank you, you say. “Of course, what happened to you? She asks.

“I… you begin, but then authorities show up a few minutes in so you couldn’t explain. “She’s that missing girl, The woman said.”Are you Y/n L/n?”

You look around and make sure that Ethan wasn’t looking. “Yes, that’s me, you tell the officer. “Your family has been looking for you for a long time, The officer said.

“But, we’re in New York and my family is in woodsboro, You say. “Apparently they moved here to look for you, An officer explained.

Wow, your family loved so you much they moved to New York to come and rescue you. You sniff as a blanket was wrapped around you.

By now you assumed Ethan was well aware that you were gone and escaped. And a part of you worried he would come and take you from your family.

Or worse, do something to your loved ones. You couldn’t let that happen. But you were quickly surrounded by your friends and family. “Y/n! Tara said, your best friend.”You’re okay!”

“How long was I gone? You ask shakily. Your mother frowns.”Almost a year, honey. We’re going to find your kidnapper. Can you give us any information?”

“How do you know I… you say.”nevermind it’s sort of obvious.” Sam then hugs you and then Chad. Of course not Ethan. Anika, may she rest in pease.

Mindy had hugged you first. Everyone missed you but that part of you wasn’t getting off guard yet and isn’t feeling safe. You know he’s going to find you and will do whatever it takes.

No matter what.

Suddenly your phone gets an anonymous message. Your heart sinks as you secretly read it, you’re well aware of who sent you the message.

I’m coming for you. I know you escaped, Y/N. And when I find you, you’re not going to ever escape again.

You knew he was furious. More so angry and extremely pissed. You were terrified of what he planned on doing to get you back. Not that you wanted to go back to him. Not ever. You missed your old life.

“Are you ready to go back to your home? M/n asked. “I’m ready, You say, though you had some nervousness in your voice which was understandable to everyone around you.

Several weeks went by and so far nothing. It was making you more and more paranoid. Then that night, it happened. Something happened.

On the news there had been a new murder only apparently the person who had been unfortunately the latest victim had your name carved onto her stomach.

Why? You had no idea and you only knew because Detective Bailey informed you so. And asked you to come in to the station. You agree. Only because you know this has something to do with Ethan.

Maybe, you could tell them he’s the killer. Then snitch his plans that he had told you so he could kill you. That would certainly put you out of your misery.

You arrive at that station. “Thank you for coming in, Miss L/n, Detective Bailey said. You nodded.”I want to help in any way possible.”

You sit down as he asked you questions. You had been innocent of course. You had no relations to the victim whatsoever besides the fact you both went to the same university.

Maybe that was why Ethan had targeted her. Just for being at the same school you were. Poor girl. This was a game he wanted to play. And you were forced to play it.

You held back any sob you were hoping to spill. You couldn't handle this. You hoped Escaping would make you feel life, but turns out, only made things worse for other people. You began believing you were selfish for escaping. Which is probably how he hopes you will feel.

"Hey, everything is going to be okay, Detective Bailey assures you. "I know, you sniff, you were lying to yourself. You wouldn't be free forever. He would somehow find you. Wherever he is.

Weeks turned into months. His game continued on. Murdering and gutting innocent people, somehow leaving you a message in each murder. But he would sometimes leave you notes in order to guilt you into coming back on your own free will.

Hey, at least he wasn't planning on kidnapping you again. Or so you thought. When you were alone and vulnerable, he pounced. You finished watching your show and decided on heading to bed.

That’s when someone came from behind you and wrapped their arms around your waist, placing a hand on your mouth to not scream. “Don’t scream, He says.

You nod and he lets go, his arms still wrapped around your waist tightly. “What do you want? You say softly, more so out of fear than anything.

“You, He replies, and something is stuck inside your neck before being pulled out. “What did you do? You ask, squirming from his grip. “Nothing much, He replies.

Then suddenly, you blacked out.

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hearts4juzi · 5 months

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Could you list all of your Au’s and what each acronym stands for

YEAHYEAHYEAH!!! I HOPE I GET EM ALL LMAO THIS GOES SOOOO FAR BACK

this includes aus without tags but i'll tag the ones that have tags lol

EAPS au. Evan afton's pizzeria simulator: evan survives the bite and goes on to be scooped, later reuniting with an alive and healthy michael in ffps. shenanigans ensue

N? au. Normal? Aftons au: The afton kids survive and evan and michael, along with a ton of other characters, have to work to stop william elizabeth and a mystery killer

normal aftons au: just ur run of the mill happy au. everyones normal and silly

mm au. Murder Mystery au: Afton kids live and liz calls them to solve the mystery of their father's disappearance while they uncover certain... concerning things

Pitdad au: william gets springlocked before he can kill any kids and becomes springbonnie early on. springbonnie also becomes sentient and the two of them have to mend the family william has neglected for so long

dysfunctionally functioning au: Nobody dies but the afton kids have to learn to deal with their abusive household dynamic (important note! the abbreviation for the fic of this au is gbwwwg and stands for getting by with what we've got.)

Wizard's Quest au: Springtrap and William team up in ucn to escape while its in a fantasy type landscape

Michael's robots au: William, Henry, and Michael build the robots together following the deaths of michaels siblings. however not only does william has a lot of dark secrets, mcihael is learning a whole lot about his robot friends (like how. yk. theyre possessed)

Swap au: Exactly what it sounds like. Elizabeth is michael, michael is the puppet, evan is circus baby, charlie and sammy are golden duo, and theres other thigns im not getting into rn

fnaf x tadc au: just the fnaf characters getting put in the digital circus world

fnaf x ut au: fnaf/undertale crossover but i changed so much its unrecognizable at some points

Werewolf will au: william is a werewolf adn kills people and manipulates his friends while keeping his kids hidden for evil nefarious reasons

Employee trio au: William drags vanessa and henry into killing people and everything goes to shit

kill ur dad au: Michael kills william and drags evan in to help him cover it up. unfortunately, william always comes back

Traveling circus au: the funtimes, as humans, run a circus and meet elizabeth who got lost when her father had a springlock accident. while htye take care of her, william gets help from a shady wizard and things dont go well

Fnaf theatre au: where the fnaf game characters are a highschool theatre class and end up making a huuuge broadway show that retells the fnaf movie

anthro au: everyones a furry and the aftons are searching for william who disappeared many years ago

Golden memories au: Evan and Cassidy fail to keep william in ucn and end up losing their memories of everything past being killed (which includes meeting each other officiall) and help cassie throughout ruin

this isnt rlly important but good ending tfc au: novel elizabeth goes home with charlie instead of dying and they become friends

scrap baby's pizzeria: scrap baby (not liz), lefty (charlie), and molten freddy run a pizzeria in ucn and have to watch william while cassidy is away on torture vacation

Foxymike au: Michael is a robot william built years ago. he looks like foxy and ev n liz dig him up and decide to adopt him as their new big brother while william has a more special, evil plan for him

Lizzie time travel au: Elizabeth travels back in time after fnaf 6 and has to fix everything

the immortal and the restless au: Evan survives the bite and both him and mike work to fix everything, but they dont meet again until fnaf 6. evan burns down fnaf 3, and mike still gets scooped and all.

Fredbear sb plush au: Evan follows greg around as a possessed discontinued golden freddy plushy and they become besties

glitched mike au: au where michael goes looking for his missing sister and gets wrapped up in the remains of glitchtrap, whos clawing his way back to life

Zombiegolf au: Michael works at the pizzaplex and is bestfriends with monty and theres other lore but william is glitchtrap, evan and liz r there, and gregory is there lolz

Zombie apocolypse au: William accidently makes a zombie virus and everything goes to shit while his kids search for him and he finds his ex wife again

time travel crack au: Michael goes back in time but hes like. nine. and hes pissed as fuck and is trying to kill his dad wiht cassidy

fnaf wcm au: Ellis goes to the pizzaplex and meets the ghosts of the people who died there (most notably tony, gregory, and cassie) but somethings wrong. gregorys still alive...

Monster Island au: (the fic for this is deep end!) au where the animatronics are giant monsters on an island where a bunch of kids get stranded (afton kids, mci kids, sb kids, ect)

mer cbby au: circus baby is a mermaid that michael befriends (not liz!!!)

Michaels plush shop: michaels family gets cursed as plushies and he realizes any plushy he makes comes to life so he just has a funny little plushy family

flashlight frights au: flashlight duo are springbon and golden freddy and they r besties while william runs fazbear frights and jeremy, michael, and vanessa are security guards there

fredbears pizza mania au: glitchtrap remakes the afton family in a video game and they become sentient

little nightmares au: au based on the LN games. full of angst and horror adn afton brothers

Cityscape au: Au where its all futuristic shenanigans centered around glitchtrap vanny and the sb kids

afton house of horrors au: au where the afton kids meet the very kind hearted robots fredbear, springbonnie, circus baby, and ennard. unfortunately for htem, williams testing his nightmare gas in that house

ucn mike au: post fnaf 4 mike gets stuck in ucn bc cassidy fucked up the timeline and hes stuck with william

warrior cats au: jsut fnaf retold with kitties

Elliz sb protag au: Ellis is the sb protagonist and befriends monty

Williams apprentice au: Elizabeth lives and becomes williams helper

Williams successor au: an au based on a post by @/puhpandas (go follow him!!!! NEOW!!!) where william tries to make evan his successor and evan flips him the bird

Afton family business au: a murder family au catered to me

the sun sets in utah au: Elizabeth, grown by now, returns home after college to find both it and the people in it have changed so much. Especially her family

Glamrock baby au: Elizabeth in the pizzaplex what will she do

marionette emily au: charlie is accidently killed possesses the puppet. henry takes her as his daughter still. what could go wrong? (a lot)

the puppet and the carver: Charlie is trying to get her father to move on, but he has work to do. So much work. A lot of charlie and henry angst n stuff

summer camp au: Michael dies and is a ghost and his family + cassidy investigate

those are the ones of note i can think offff they dont all have tags like i said. I'll link this on my pinned post btw so anyone can find it

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justjams2003 · 5 months

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Fast Pace-5

Summary: You're a hard-working Chef in Paris and after a freak accident run-in with Carlos Sainz, your life makes a 180. Let's just say with a certain agreement, you get your bills paid and in return stand in as Carlos' girlfriend for the press. But will you be able to handle the pressure and ensure the lines don't blur?

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Carlos Sainz x Sugar Baby!Reader

Warnings: I've aged up Carlos, he is 33 in this fic.Smoking, smut, sexual themes, age difference, manipulation, control, slight obsession, tell me if I missed any

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics and @s-silk

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Part 4~Part 6 (coming soon)

The bedroom is simply beautiful. There is a huge window showing a beautiful view of the ocean and the bustling city. It even has a balcony with a small table to sit and watch the waves form and crash. The place is beautifully decorated, not a single thing is misplaced and there is staff that dotes on your every need. It's like one of those you would get as an advertisement on the HGTV channel.

You remember now how you and your mother would watch it during the day when your father was out working. Your taste and hers are complete opposites. While you love big grand archways with walls that seem to have grown out of the stone, she likes sharp corners with bright colours that could easily give you a headache if you look for too long.

The room is perfectly as designed, except how it was designed is not how you would prefer. There is nothing that can be found wrong... Well, except for the fact that, while the bed is huge and looks as soft as a cloud, there is only one of them. "I must apologise, Hermosa, my cousin has not yet made accommodations for you. I have to admit, he did not think you'd be coming." Carlos scratches the back of his neck and glances around the room.

You furrow your brows, “Why wouldn’t I come?” You ask, having to raise your head just to meet his eyes. He lets out an embarrassed laugh, “He believed I was too forward and should’ve just invited you without explanation. But, Hermosa, I am an honest man and wouldn’t dare lead you on.” He sends you the wink you’ve grown so used to, but still makes you flustered.

Before he can speak further about the matter you just smile up at him, wanting to spare yourself any more redness. Changing the topic, you speak again: "The sofa looks much more comfortable than that old bed in my apartment. I don’t mind at all sleeping there." He scoffs and shakes his head. He doesn’t even hesitate, "No, absolutely not, Hermosa. I will sleep on the couch." You glare at him and cross your arms.

"You have a race. If Caco or someone on your team or even Charles heard that I let you sleep on the sofa they will chew me out." This time he rolls his eyes. "If anyone dares even try glaring at you, I'll fire them in the spot." Your mouth flies open, and your glare grows stronger. Not that the thought of it doesn’t ignite a strange primal need in you. More so that you can’t believe he’d fire someone maybe even important on his team, over you.

"No, you will not." Without even realising it, your bottom lip pushes out and your eyes stay firm. This would be your first impression of the team. You don’t want them thinking you’re some gold-digger, who orders Carlos around any which way. He raises his brow. "Do not give me attitude, niñita. You will not fight me on this." His voice is stern and his eyes are hard like a rock. You can see there is talking him out of this. Once he sees your fight fizzle out, he continues.

“I do appreciate that spark of yours and you know I’ll give you anything, but never above your health.” His voice is stern but has the undertone of concern. It flatters you; you’ve always had to take care of yourself. Discarding personal care for survival. “I promise you my health will not be affected by sleeping in the couch.” His jaw locks tight and he crosses his arms.

Those big biceps flex as he works to contain himself. In your mind, he’s far too caring. In his mind, he feels the need to tie you to the bed. “We’ll see what happens.” It’s all he says, but you can tell words linger on his tongue. “What will happen is that you will sleep on the big, plush, fancy bed. Then you get a full night’s rest and win on Sunday.” You beam up at him, trying to gauge what cracks his rock wall.

He grins at your words and rolls his eyes. He can easily tell what you’re trying to do. He then motions his head to the bathroom. “Go refresh, we're leaving in an hour to go eat and buy you some clothes." This you can agree with, after all they are the conditions, you had decided on. While the hoodie you're wearing is comfortable, allowing you to hide under Carlos' heated gaze, Netherland's current weather is hotter than France was.

You had decided to walk, you wanted to enjoy the weather. Yet now you’re starting to see big fluffy clouds starting to form. Carlos had decided on the restaurant and seemed to know exactly where he was going. “Um, Carlos...” You say, struggling to keep up with his fast pace. He slows down and waits for you to catch up. “Wait for me,” you laugh, and can’t help but compare your height.

He too grins and walks slower. “Could we maybe buy the clothes before we eat?” You ask, hoping he says yes without question. “Yes, of course, may I ask why, querida?” Very suddenly, your worn-out sneakers are the most interesting thing in the world. He senses your hesitance to tell him and encourages you. “We did not eat on the plane, aren’t you hungry?” This only makes you groan, why is he so attentive?

“You’ll laugh at me,” you mutter, now the reason feels so stupid and insecure. He raises his brow, “If you want me to be serious, I will,” he shrugs and eyes you. He knows how to get the information out of you and won’t be shy to. “I don’t want to be bloated when fitting the clothes. Then I won’t like how anything fits and I’ll feel bad about myself the whole day and I won’t be uplifting like you want.”

You ramble on, hoping the explanation will make the reason feel less silly. You can see on his face that he’s trying to stay serious. “No, you can’t laugh.” The bad habit of biting your lip creeps up and once again you can’t help but notice the new tear on your sneakers. “I’m not laughing, I’m not laughing, I promise.” He takes deep breaths to compose himself, but like promised, he doesn’t even smirk.

He takes your hand and then pulls you close, compelling you to look up at him. “We can, I don’t mind. But you must get comfortable with me and know that I think you are el más bello even if you’ve just finished a whole platter for two.” A wild laugh escapes your throat without any control. Some of the other pedestrians even stare just a bit, but you’re chuckling too much to even notice.

And Carlos loves it. He loves seeing you laugh like this, not a care in the world. It makes him feel like he’s on the top of the world. Because to him, not kingdoms, nor gold, nor any other riches in the world can compare to your laughter. “That’s because you haven’t seen me after Wings Wednesday.” You add on his words which only causes you to giggle more.

His brows furrow and he gently takes you by the arm guiding you to follow him down a different road. “What is Wings Wednesday?” He asks, moving so that he is on the side of the road, making sure that no one else even dares to bump into you. “I keep forgetting you don’t know these things. I feel like we’ve known each other so long,” you mutter, not thinking that he can hear you.

“Anyways, Wings Wednesday is at a restaurant near my apartment. Every Wednesday they have botomless wings, me and some of the other chefs go every Wednesday. You should see, we’re like rabid dogs because you don’t really get time to eat after the long shifts. Not to mention we usually sneak some wings into some old butter containers.” You laugh, remember the glares you got the first time you did it. Soon, though, the waiters turned a blind eye.

Carlos doesn’t lose attention for a single moment. His ears stay glued to every word you speak and this time makes sure to keep a slower pace.

The first stop was a store with a Dutch name you’re not entirely sure how to pronounce, most of them were names with sounds you don’t know how to enunciate. You got mostly basics, comfortable jeans, plain T-shirts and pyjamas. After that, you went to the cutest little boutique. It felt strange for Carlos to take you here but once you walked in you fell head over heels.

It’s a vintage resellers shop, small in size but the heart of the person running the shop is huge. “Carlos! So good to see you! Come give Hans a hug,” the man is short and grey but full of energy. He smothers Carlos in hugs and gives him a kiss on either side. Then his eyes lay on you. “Carlos! Who is this beauty you have brought into my store? Already with so many shopping bags? Why you no come to me first?”

The man looks almost disappointed by the bags that the Spanish man insisted on carrying. Though, he is quick to get over it. Still his words cause you to beam and go pink. “Hans, I’d like you to meet my new girlfriend. We’ve come to get some outfits for the race weekend. My chica linda is quite fashion-focused.” He shoots you a wink which makes Hans grin wildly.

“I have just the thing for a schoonheid such as you.” Then he wanders off to the back of his shop into a storage room. You glance to Carlos, and he already knows what you want to ask. “He used to work in the town I grew up. He worked for Chanel once upon a time, he’s one of those people who have the best stories. He’s been here, he’s been there. But eventually, he moved back here, but I come to visit every time.”

After a few minutes, he comes out with a handful of clothes on hangers. “You and I...” he allows you to give your name and then continues. “...we will have those paparazzi foaming.” He then holds out the most beautiful dress. It’s leather, black and white with a zipper in the front and a halter top collar.

“Oh wow,” you can’t help but mutter out, almost scared to even touch the material. “This one is vintage Alice McCall, it wasn’t shown on the runway. But, als ik moest raden, I’d say early 2000s. Very trendy at the moment.” He then ushers you behind the changing curtain. It fits you like a glove, almost as if it was tailored for you.

You shove the curtain to the side to show them and Hans lets out a gasp. Carlos, however, his eyes look like the storms that sink ships. His jaw is clenched, and he doesn’t say a word. “You like it?” You ask, feeling unsure, this would be the first thing that you choose for yourself. “¿Gustar? No, mi amor, I love it. I knew bringing you was a good idea.”

Hans smirks and nods to Carlos. “You know it.” Then he goes over to his pile again and pulls out a royal blue trench coat with fur on the collar and wrists. Along with it, knee-high boots in the same colour. “You see with these I’d wear with, uh... eenvoudige, white dress. Tight of course to show off that figure.” He winks causing you to giggle and a grimace to cover Carlos’ face.

“Ah, no, you mustn't be like that Carlito. You have the pretty girl, why not show off? That is why you bring her, no?” Hans pokes the taller man in the side with his elbow. It causes you to giggle and then go through the rest of the pile. While the two bicker, you find it at the very bottom of the pile. It’s real leather. Red and black. A vintage Ferrari jacket.

It catches Carlos’ eye instantly. He stands up and takes the jacket to inspect it. “This one I do like,” he says, carefully pulling the jacket over your shoulders. “Yes, yes. I’d gotten this one last year and had been saving it for someone special. And you are special to Carlos so it must go to you.” The driver stands back to really take a look at you. Those dark browns of his are comparable to a 100-year-old man finding the fountain of youth.

He looks to be starving for years and now he sees you, a feast. A sinner who’s allowed a peak into the Garden of Eden. “I won’t be able to drive. I’m going to crash.” He laughs and then shrugs his shoulders. As if it is a fact and there is no changing it. You give him a slight hit on the shoulder. “You shouldn’t talk like that. Things like that realise.”

His eyes show amusement and he rolls his eyes. “No, but it is the truth! I won’t be able to leave your side. I’m going to have to fight off anyone who even looks at you. I can’t keep my eyes off you, I’ll drive right into the wall.” You can't help but roll your eyes at him, and yet at the same time feel the butterflies spring around in your stomach.

“Perfect for the chica linda. I’ll ring you up,” Hans smiles and while he scans the items, he continues the conversation. “The weather is going to turn soon, have you gone to the beach yet?” He asks while Carlos takes out his wallet. You shake your head, “No, I didn't even think of that.” And then the thoughts fill your mind.

Is it too much? Does this count as a date? Or is it just normal Sugar Baby duties? Will you go on dates outside of the race weekends? Is the only time you'll be together when you're shopping and at the races? Is it wrong of you to want more? You should be grateful, right? “We'll get some swimwear next.” He says after paying, of course adding an extra few hundred to the amount.

He always knows what you're thinking when you're thinking it. But the thought makes your stomach curl. From hunger too, but the thought of having to fit into swimsuits or worse even bikinis in front of him causes bile to rise in your throat. “No, no. It's-It’s fine. I'm sure you're busy and have things to do.” He shoots you a glare, like said before, he knows instantly what you're making a fuss about.

He takes the bags, all of them, and after saying goodbye to Hans you both leave the store. “Y/N, what did I tell you?” He asks after walking to the swimming-themed store in complete silence. Even now you stand dawdling to enter the store. “I know, I know. I'm sorry. It's just this is our first weekend together and I-” You're not sure how to explain yourself.

You feel like you’re squandering the best opportunity you'd ever have. You felt amazing in those dresses, especially until Carlos’ gaze. But things are moving really fast for you already. He's paid off so much already and you can't help but feel the pang of guilt in your stomach. Is it wrong for you to want things to go slower? Or at least to have started slower?

Carlos sighs and nods. “Si, I see. I think then today we've done enough, no? We have to go to the gym after eating.” He explains but that too is like a pang in your heart. You'd completely forgotten about that. And as you walk to the restaurant, you can't help but drag your new Adidas against the pavement.

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shiro-luvs-victor · 29 days

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I haven't played it but I've seen screenshots of Emma turning into a rabbit event. So I was wondering if the princes were turn into the animals according to their insignias but as baby versions!

Gilbert turns into a black baby tiger with glittering red eye and other eye covered with an eyepatch. Emma wakes up from her sleep and *boo* a baby black tiger cub jumps onto her bed to wake her up with glittering red eyes. ASDSADAKDAKDHAKDHAKFHDKADHASKDAGHKSDHA. Despite looking all cute, he's still evil. He holds his cane in his mouth because he's too small to hold his cane or demands Emma carry him in her arms while hanging the cane on her wrists. Also he can't let out his voice because it sounds like a pathetic cute meow rather than a beastly roar. So he only smiles and talks with his glittering eye. Emma also have to feed him cookies because he cannot eat it with his hands. When he wants to read a book, Emma would have to let him sit on her lap and both of them should read it together.

Silvio becomes a dalmatian puppy while also wearing all the jingle jangle stuff, blue long cape which is bigger than his body and walking around all haughty. He tries to kick Emma's door open but the door doesn't budge. Tries to push it open with his head, doesn't budge. So he embarrassingly barks loudly, commanding the bitch to open her damn door. He tries to look and sound like a tyrant but looks like this btw:

He barks and groans angrily but it's not intimidating at all. When Emma kisses his nose, he jumps out of her hand flustered, hides under her pillow feeling all bashful and shaking. Only his tail is unhidden, vigorously wagging up and down showing his happiness. When Emma cheekily pokes his tail, he realizes his tail is unhidden *shoot* hides his tail under her pillow as well. Emma smiles seeing the small shaking lump under her pillow.

Rio turns into a golden retriever puppy happily walking towards her room while carefully balancing a tray on his head. His eyes are shining while he barks happily indicating 'Good morning'. He lets Emma cuddle him and touch his soft golden fur. She can see his happiness from his wagging tail and the obvious smile:

He acts like a real puppy, ready to play fetch. But when he sees Silvio, he starts to groan. Both of the puppies start to have a groaning competition. When Emma kisses his nose, he runs energetically and happily round and round.

Chevalier becomes a majestic-looking pure white tiger.....cub with blue eyes. Also he's reading a book, while siting on his chair in the palace library. He sits on his four legs, his tail neatly tucked next to him. He wears his furry cape and black gloves. His sword is place next to his chair as well. He barely talks (like always) but this time it's because his roar sounds like a meow just like a certain other tiger. But the personality is still the same. He flips the pages of the book with his paw or sometimes with his nose. When Emma enters the palace library, she decides to pick baby Chevalier cub up and place him on her lap. He doesn't say anything and lets her do whatever she wants. He still continues fixated on the book, but his tail very very slowly wags when Emma strokes him.

Clavis becomes a baby leopard cub. He only wears his royal blue tie. He climbs on the shelves of the palace library to jump at baby tiger Chevalier who is quietly reading a book, but baby leopard Clavis accidently slips by sitting his paw on his long tie and falls on Chevalier's head. Baby leopard Clavis's size is much smaller than tiger baby Chevalier and but Chevalier doesn't budge and continues reading his book. Feeling embarrassed that his plan failed, leopard baby Clavis jumps off of Chevaliers head and briskly walks around pretending as if nothing happened. Seeing him walk away, Chevalier scoffs but it sounded like a meow. Baby leopard Clavis goes out to the garden to dig holes but the hoe is too big for his small body. So he tries make holes with his paws because he doesn't want to give up. The whole scene looked so cute that Emma was giggling from somewhere afar. She walks up to him and picks him up to clean the mud off his face.

Yves similar to Silvio, he becomes a baby pure white kitten with glittering blue eyes, cat-walking all haughtily through the palace hallways as if he owns it. He wears the his white necktie because his outer pink jacket is too long for his small body. His ear piercings are smaller compared to his usual one but he still wears it. While walking and swaying his tail right and left he suddenly catches Emma walking in front of him. He runs and hides behind a pillar. Then watches her carefully. Then he runs and hides behind the next pillar. Then watches her carefully. Emma can hear him behind her but pretends not to notice. He's cannot call her because of the cute meowing sounds. Kitten Yves's tiny legs couldn't run fast enough and he falls down all tired. Emma giggles, picks him up and says that she's going to give him a bath. Flustered, the kitten Yves froze looking at her, as she happily walks towards her room while humming.

Keith is stag right? I thought it was a reindeer. So baby stag. Drinking his tea with a straw because he has to look elegant and maintain at least some kind of etiquette. On the left side, dalmatian puppy Silvio is cutely groaning on and on about how Emma kissed his nose and on the right side, baby tiger cub Gilbert simply smiles brightly because his can't open his mouth because he's never going to sound intimidating with his meows. Baby stag Keith sits quietly and nodding to everything Silvio says. Emma comes and sits next to baby stag Keith. Baby stag Keith bows elegantly, dalmatian puppy Silvio groans and looks away, and black tiger cub Gilbert only smiles even more with his glittering eyes. Emma starts stroking baby stag's head and back and Keith shyly looks down as it's ears flutter. Seeing her gesture, the other two jumps on her lap for her to pamper them too.

Nokto becomes a small baby fox with bright red eyes wearing the small earing and his long loose black tie. He looks incredibly cute than sexy and walks giddily towards Emma when he sees her. *Oops* he accidently steps on his long tie and slips and his small body rolls towards Emma's feet and stops. Emma picks him up to see if he's okay and baby fox Nokto looks at her, smiles and winks. Emma pouts for a second because that was all his trick to get her attention. But Emma cannot look away from his adorable red eyes and his bushy white tail which was vigorously wagging for attention. Having given up, Emma hugs him tightly and walks towards her bedroom.

Baby bear Luke his wear his green jacket, while hugging a branch of a tree like a Koala and sleeping. Emma comes with a plate of honey cakes. The smell of it wakes Luke up and he falls from his branch into a heap of fallen leaves. His head pops out from the heap of leaves and runs towards Emma, coming after for the honey cakes. He climbs on to chair with Emma's help and sits on it like an obedient child. He then starts eating his favorite honey cake, but also maybe spilling the crumbs everywhere. Emma cleans him up and then hugs him tightly. Her body heat was comforting enough for Luke to fall asleep again.

I don't know too much about the other princes' personalities. Once I learn about them more, I'll try to write about them as animals as well. Also the upcoming new princes - the unicorn, owl and lynx. OMG!!!AZEL TURNING INTO A UNICORN!!!🩷🩷🩷🩷Yes that's right! I need to learn more about their personalities to write about them!

#otome #otome game #ikemen prince #ikemen series #ikemen game #honestly this is a stupid posts but I wanted to get this idea out my mind for a long time now!

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eclipsebyler · 2 years

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Will and Mike’s relationship has everything El and Mike’s relationship lacks.

Meeting El in the woods isn’t fate nor destiny, because it’s just simple dumb luck — Mike doesn’t only think that, he believes it. It’s the truth.

In Mike’s perspective — they only met by pure chance, by accident. They aren’t meant to be together in the long run. Or maybe they weren’t meant to be for each other at all, because he thinks El just needed someone, not him specifically.

And then you got him declaring a love confession to El by the end of the season, saying a completely different narrative:

Doesn’t sound so convincing, does it? (It looks like El doesn’t believe it herself.)

Ironically, the only flashback we see of Mike and Eleven's "love" throughout the monologue is that exact moment: their meeting in the woods — a scene full of contradictory statements from Mike.

On one hand, he says they just met out of pure dumb luck. And then he turns around and says his life started that moment. Which is the truth? Well you can scroll back above or rewatch it. Because it's right there.

Mike isn’t alone in these thoughts, however, about their relationship.

El doesn’t see herself with Mike and their relationship to last in the future. It’s implied when she pertained to him as her first boyfriend, meaning she could meet more people:

She also questioned whether Mike still loves her or not. Even with Mike sending her a bunch of letters and focusing on her when they reunited at the airport and spent the day in Rink-O-Mania — she picks up on his lack of affection.

In El’s perspective — Mike doesn’t love her for who she truly is, that he just sees her for her superpowers. And when she lost it, that’s where their love ends. This letter is explanatory in itself. From, El. Not Love, El.

Mike and Eleven’s relationship throughout the seasons has developed to the both of them thinking the other doesn’t love and need them anymore. To them not seeing their relationship to last in the future. To them doubting their own self worth because of each other. And you expect me to believe a love confession full of contrasting statements would just fix all of that?

It’s so easy to just let El hear the word I love you from Mike, and Mike hear El say she needs him, and for them to communicate to resolve that. But the show had to go through all these lengths only for it to be resolved by one person: Will.

Mike heard El needs him from Will. El heard Mike loves her because of Will. Will’s love for the both of them is what fixed their problem.

And interestingly, comparing from the points above - Will and Mike’s relationship has everything Mike and Eleven’s relationship lacks.

Approaching Will in the first day they met, in their kindergarten’s swings, was Mike’s choice. It’s not by chance or fate. He went to him by himself, asked him to be his friend and to him — meeting Will is the best thing he’s ever done.

Will on the other hand, who’s canonically in love with Mike, sees himself with him not just on a certain period of time - but also in the future.

Loving Mike and spending time with him is something he would do for the rest of his life. It’s not just a childhood crush that he can get over with so easily. Especially considering they’ve known each other for 10 years and are best friends. He will always need him. And without him, he would feel lost.

And Mike feels the same way. He couldn’t lose, Will. Home isn’t the same without him.

They both canonically make each other feel like they’re better for the way they are. Will doesn’t feel like a mistake when he’s with Mike and he makes him feel better for being different. And Mike is the heart of the party and he’s not someone who should feel useless because there will always be people who needs him. Will’s painting had made him realize that.

In good days and in bad days, Will and Mike will always be together.

Them being endgame and canon is going to close both of their arcs beautifully, and it’s not just because they’re a gay ship, but because that’s literally what the show has been building up to. I don’t think the writers put so much effort in their bond only for it to amount to nothing and waste all of it. Remember when they took most of the day filming the van scene? And literally how every scene of them has such beautiful cinematography and dialogue?

Yeah. We are so getting that Byler endgame (and Milkvan bones) in Season 5.

#byler #byler is so endgame coded #platonic elmike is superior #you all will see the light soon #can't wait to get out of this messy love triangle #willelmike moments in s5 where they all coexist peacefully

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stayandot8 · 8 months

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An Inning with Minnie

Genre: fluff

Relationship type: blind date! seungmin, first date feels

Important Contents: So. My first drabble that's not Chris centered. I'm nervous lmao. let me know what you think and if you want to see more of him here. I had fun writing it. It came to me when I fell down a hole and couldn't get back out so I hope you enjoy.

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If I hadn’t told her how lonely I was, I wouldn’t even be here.

If this guy was a dud, I was never talking to my friend again. She had begged me to let her set me up with her boyfriend’s friend. She told me he wasn’t a creeper ‘like the last guy you dated’ or a loser like the others were. It wasn’t like I went out looking for the losers, I just happened to attract them to me. But how I let her talk me into an actual date, let alone a baseball game as a blind date with this guy, I’ll never know. Call it boredom or desperation. Call it whatever you like. I was feeling it.

I only agreed because if the date was going badly, I could easily run away into the crowd, never to be seen again. Watching the people passing by, I was certain they would come to my rescue should I need it. The crowd was just big enough that I would be able to slip away successfully should I need to. If he showed up…

All I knew about him was that he was a good friend, he was tall, and he had brown hair. He didn’t change it often, but this was one of the instances where he had gotten bored of his natural hair color and wanted a change. So that was all I had to go off of. A myriad of tall, brown-haired boys seemed to be at the stadium today, which did nothing for the Where’s Waldo game I seemed to be playing. We were supposed to meet at the front gate, our friends buying us matching jerseys so we would know each other when we were spotted. I made one last pass through the crowd of people, swaying and going up on my tiptoes to try and see when I saw what could be my mystery date, talking on the phone.

He was tall and his hair was brown, he was wearing glasses that shaped his skinnier face and rounded him out. He was in black jeans and the jersey that matched mine. He was cute. He was adorable. He was… looking at me. His attention was piercing, yet addictive. It seemed like he always looked with intent, like nothing was ever an accident because of how carefully he thought out his actions. He gave a shy smile, testing to see if I was his intended target. I smiled back and started towards him. He covered his mouth towards his phone, mumbling his goodbyes and dropped it in his front pocket as I neared. His head snapped back up to find me closer than before and his smile grew bigger.

“Hi!” His face seemed to light up from the neutral expression it had when I spotted him. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, seemingly unsure of what to do with them. But his eyes gave him away. I couldn’t help but smile back at him.

“Hi there! You’re Seungmin, right? Changbin’s friend?” He nodded.

“Yeah that’s me. You can just call me Min. Some people have a harder time with my full name so I’ve gotten used to it.”

“Min. I like that.” He blushed and gulped, blinking at the pavement below us. I ushered him nearer to the stadium. “Shall we go?”

He nodded again and led the way, checking behind him to make sure I was following. He had a very easy air about him, walking politely around everyone else. He made sure he cleared the way forward for me though, sticking close by to make the path. His thin shoulders did their best to pave the way, but luckily for me it didn’t take much. He led me into the stadium, the bustling of fans all finding their seats and buying concessions and merchandise. It was easy to see why with the smells of each of the stalls wafting into the air and the merchandise on display under the lights. Seungmin looked back at me when he noticed I had wandered into the nearest store.

“See anything you like?” His voice was soft yet solid, his question making me jump slightly. I smiled at him, then turned back to the jersey I was running between my fingers before he came up. It was one of my favorite players that had joined the team. And would you look at that…

“This one is just my size too! I used to love watching him play from a bar in the next town over. I would go there just to watch with other people. I hate watching games alone. It takes half the fun out of the game.”

“Oh yeah? I feel the same way! I’d much rather be able to scream with a bunch of guys than have to do it all by myself.”

“So you really get into it?” I looked at him, raising my brow. I was wondering if I would have to fight off boredom while he was enthralled in the game.

“Sometimes. When I don’t have someone I’m here with.” He smirked at me but it was one of those that didn’t quite feel malicious. Instead, it felt..playful. Like he was hiding a secret that he would reveal later. “Besides, if you’re buying a jersey, then I’m thinking we’ll both be into it the same. Did you grow up watching baseball?”

“Yes, actually! My grandfather loved it and played with my dad when he was young. My other grandfather actually coached my mother’s and aunts softball teams. My cousin played it, I played, my brother, just about everyone I know. It was mainly just something I enjoyed. But I think I love live games better. Just the atmosphere of being surrounded by people in the sun all here for the same thing. Where bad mouthing the other team is not only accepted but encouraged. And yet, it never feels personal. Like it’s easily brushed off because you know the other teams would do the same.” We scanned the other shelves of hats, gloves, t-shirts, and jackets. Seungmin had wandered away, picking up a hat and examining it. My cheeks turned red, thinking I had bored him. “I’m sorry, I’m rambling.” He must have had the same thought I did since glanced over to me and shook his head.

“No, please keep going. I was listening. I actually really like trash talking the other teams, but mostly with the people around me. I don’t think I would win in a fight against anyone.” He smiled brightly and chuckled at himself. His eyes narrowed when he laughed, his cheeks inching upwards.

“I don’t think that’s true. I think if someone needed defending, you would jump in. No doubt.”

“Oh?” He tilted his head to me, tucking the hat he’d been holding behind his back. “What makes you say that?”

“Well, you just have a very Knight in Shining Armor feel about you.” I leaned on the shelf, suddenly very aware that he was inching closer to me with that smirk again, testing his limits.

“Is that a bad thing?” His eyes widened as he asked. I slowly shook my head, a grin slowly creeping up my lips.

“Not at all. A girl could get used to that.”

“Could you?” He stopped just inches from me, staring directly into my soul with a child-like smile. It was a little dopey, but all the more endearing. I felt the blush bloom on my cheeks as I tucked my lips into my mouth, fighting the grin. I moved to go around him towards the register.

“Shall we buy our products? Then maybe we see if we can find any pretzels on this side of the stadium? I bet I can chug a soda faster than you.” I clutched the hanger tighter as he smiled wider and nodded. I was wondering if he could hear how loud my heart was beating.

“You’re so on.” He wouldn’t let me pay for the jersey I grabbed. So I refused to let him pay for any food. Which he then didn’t order much. Saying I forced him to order whatever he wanted would be an exaggeration, but ask him and you’d get a different answer.

Both hands full of drinks and food, we wandered over to a ledge that served as a table for anyone wandering by. It looked over the field while still being hidden from the harsh rays of the sun. It was the perfect place to scour for our seats while still being out of the way of everyone’s bustle. I had pushed my sunglasses up on my head to keep my hair out of my face as I ate with him. He would lightly make fun of how I was eating my pretzel and I would poke him in the arm, which he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he seemed to do it more often just so I would touch him.

“Why are you making fun of me?! How do you eat pretzels??”

“The normal way!” He scrunched his eyes as he was laughing at me. I threw my hands up while laughing, confused and also understanding he was zeroing in on this so he would have something to laugh with me about while he tried to find something else to talk about.

“Okay, okay. Obviously we’re going to win today, but who do you think will get the first hit?” Thus began an endless conversation about stats about our team, going player by player and finding their redeeming qualities as well as their strong suits. This carried us all the way down to our seats, right along the third base line.

“I may have picked these seats ahead of time when I heard I was coming.” He admitted to me. “I used to come with my friends after school and we would sit in these exact seats and eat all the food our teenage money could buy and yell until our lungs gave out. That’s where my love of baseball grew, I think. You know, I used to want to be a baseball player when I was little.”

“Oh? What stopped you?”

“Life. Life got in the way. I needed a job right out of school so I got one at the cafe down the street from my house. The owners grew to like me and made me manager. They’re an old couple and they’ve talked about giving me the place when they’re done with it..”

“Wow. They must really like you.” I said as I sat down in the bright red foldable seat. I placed my drink in the cupholder and turned towards him as he sat beside me.

“They’re good people. They helped me when I needed it and I learned the job pretty quick actually.” He stuck his hand in his bag of popcorn to grab some. He held it in my direction and I took some. “I guess dreams can change that quickly. Now I can see myself owning the place. I know the regulars and I’m learning what makes a good manager from the others that work there. There’s this one lady who comes in and orders the same thing every single day: one black coffee, hot with three pumps of vanilla, and a blueberry muffin warmed to exactly 102 degrees. She’ll bring it back if it’s not right but she tips well. I don’t know where people get the idea that they’re allowed to be rude if they tip.”

“I don’t either! I used to work at Starbucks and people would just be so rude for no reason, for the simplest things! People complaining for their coffee when I haven’t even had any yet. Those people are so lucky we weren’t allowed to be rude like those diners you see.”

“Yes! I’ve seen those. Those women are so rude but people get a good laugh out of it. I have to say I do too. They say everything I wish I could say to some people.” Seungmin had finally leaned all the way back to rest on the back of the seat, fully relaxed now. His hair tucked out from his hat and stopped short of his eyes, which were shining now. “Could you ever do a job like that?”

“I don’t know. You have to come up with things pretty fast. I’m not sure my wit is quick enough.” I chuckled to myself.

“I think you could. I get the feeling your version of that would be hilarious.” That damn blush again…

“You haven’t heard me try to be mean yet. Just wait til someone tries to talk shit and you’ll see a whole new side of me.”

“Is it bad that I can’t wait?” There was a twinkle in his eye when he said that, like he meant it.

“Well, now I have to give you a show when it happens, don’t I?” I smirked at him, not knowing exactly what I was promising, but excited for it nonetheless. He nodded and smirked back at me.

When he smirked, it was like a little kid that knew a secret before you did. It had that air of playfulness without taking itself too seriously, as many men my age did nowadays. It was refreshing to see a guy mature enough to know how to act in public while also balancing it out with the jokes he made. They never went too far, he measured every word he said like he knew exactly where it would land and when. A very loud horn interrupted my thoughts and blasted around the stadium, signaling the beginning of the game. A cheer erupted all throughout the way as fans stood up while players ran out to take their starting positions.

“So how many games did you see growing up?” His eyes were on the players while he answered me, not breaking once.

“Oh, tons. I would drag my sister here all the time. She hated me for it. She has no interest in the things that interest me but still we make it work.” I took this time to really, really look at him. He had one of those smiles that you could tell he had braces, but not in a bad way. His teeth were almost too straight, but that just added to his charm. He had a way of making you feel like you had all of his attention all the time, like he was doing things specifically for you even when he wasn’t. Or maybe he was… This date had me too in my own thoughts. I couldn;t remember the last time I wasn’t bored on a date but this one… This one seemed like he could be around a while. He didn’t seem like the type to do anything half-hearted.

“I don’t.” I started.

“What?”

“I don’t do anything half-hearted. That’s one of the things I’m most proud of. Once I put my mind to something, I don’t give up easily.”

“How did you- was I talking out loud?” He chuckled.

“Only a little.” He gave me a small smile and tilted his head, telling me that I was most definitely talking out loud. That stupid blush was coming back in full force and I suddenly found the seat in front of my eyes very interesting.

“I admire that, though.” I said to the plastic. “I can’t stand anyone who doesn’t do things to the fullest.”

“Ha! You should meet my coworkers. One of them constantly quits things and says it's for his ‘mental health’ but he means well. It’s never been anything really important.” He watched the runner take off from first base to round the others. “GO!!” He rose halfway out of his seat, about to stand and cheer the runner on. I watched the guy sprint his heart out, just to get brown out at third base.

“He got greedy.” I said to Seungmin as he sat back down.

“Yeah, he should’ve taken what he got and stayed. Whew, that got me excited though.”

“I know, I was watching.” It was his turn to blush. “No, I just mean it’s nice to get excited about something. It means you’re passionate about it. I like guys who are passionate.” I winked at him, to which he raised his eyebrows and blushed again.

My favorite player had made his way up to home plate. It was my turn to yell and shout. I stood up, waiting for him to hit, paying everyone around me no mind. He was expected to make a big hit, but the pitcher for the other team knew what he was doing. He struck him out, leaving the field to bat next.

“Damn it!” I shouted and plopped back down in my seat. Seungmin stared at me, fighting another laugh with his lips tucked into his mouth. “What?!” He held up his hands, showing his palms. I huffed, disappointed in my team.

The next few innings went better, our team scored a few runs, which were all met with loud cheers from our section and boos from the other. And when the songs came on for the crowd to dance to in between innings, I stood straight up, not letting anyone’s looks deter me. I was determined to show Seungmin every side of me, especially the ones that would be the real test. This was one of them. And when I was done, he looked at me questioningly.

“I used to do it with my parents when they would bring me and my brothers. They would make us get up and dance with the music until we started doing it on our own. We started doing it to make them laugh until they couldn’t bring us anymore.” I was out of breath, trying to catch it while he watched me, waiting for me to finish. “They got sick and couldn’t take us anywhere anymore. They passed a year ago. A month apart from each other.” I sighed and smiled to myself. “They always said they couldn’t live without each other. Turns out my dad only lasted a month without her. The doctor kept saying his cause of death was the cancer they found, but I think it was a broken heart from losing her.” Another cheer from the crowd erupted around us, but we were in our own bubble. He was quiet, still watching me. “Sorry, I know this isn’t really baseball talk.”

“No, it’s…It’s fine. I’m glad you shared that with me. I can’t imagine it was very easy to share, especially with someone who’s still technically a stranger.” He laid his hand on top of mine and gave it a gentle squeeze. He didn’t move it until the last inning.

A vendor carrying a large stick with a few bags of cotton candy was trotting around the arena, shouting for anyone of interest to know that he was near. Seungmin paused our conversation to ask if I wanted some before they were all gone and I eagerly nodded.

“Which flavor?’ he asked as he got out his wallet. I opened my mouth to protest but he shook his head slowly in warning. “If you get out your wallet, I will throw it on the field.” My mouth fell open in shock at such a dramatic threat. “I take it by your silence that you want the pink flavor.” He stood and called to the vendor and gave him the cash and took the bag from him. He tried to hand me the bag, but I wouldn’t take it.

“You bought it, it’s yours. I’m not taking it.” He thrust it into my lap and placed his hands on it so I couldn’t remove it.

“You’re taking it.” He widened his eyes and looked straight into mine, daring me to challenge him. And that seemed to be the end of that. After I had eaten a few smaller bites, I took a chunk out and tapped his shoulder with the same hand. When he turned, his mouth was level with it and he took advantage of this. He ate it right out of my hand. And I saw it, right then, what our relationship would look like should this continue. And I liked it. I liked it a lot.

I finished the bag of pink fluff right as the final out was caught, most everyone had moved from their seats into the walkways and up, back into the stadium. Some whoops and hollers coming from deep in the halls echoed even louder throughout the seating area. Seungmin was quiet as he led me back the way we came, still shoving his shoulders in between people standing to make room for me until we found ourselves back outside where we met. His hands were in his pockets now and he found the gravel underneath it more interesting than anything around him. Until

“You wouldn’t want to… come back to my apartment…to watch some of the other games… would you?” He was nervous, shuffling his feet and kicking rocks. I pretended like I was mulling it over.

“Hmm. That depends.” He tilted his head to look at me through the corner of his eye, pretending like he wasn’t interested in my answer should I say no. He was bad at playing it cool, I learned. “What kind of snacks do you have there?” He smirked again.

“I’ve got all the chips you could dream of. Sweets, too. Pastries from the bakery section of the cafe that no one ate yesterday if you have a sweet tooth. We can even make a pit stop if you want so you can see it.” I felt my face light up at that suggestion.

“Yes! I need caffeine to pick me up from the adrenaline rush we just went through.” He stopped me at the edge of the curb, holding out his arm while the cars picked up passengers and drove away.

“Let me go get my car and I’ll pick you up right here.” I smiled, touched at the gesture.

“I’ll be here.” He smiled back at me and hurried off in what I could only assume was the direction of his car and disappeared.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. When I took it out, I saw her name as the caller and held up the phone to my ear.

“So? How’d it go?” Her voice rang through my ear, cutting through the ringing that came after being around thousands of people. It was pitched up, like she already knew the answer.

“Shut up.” I said with a laugh and an eye roll. In that order. “Technically, it’s still going on.” I was met with a shriek of delight.

“See?! I knew it!” She rambled on and on until Seungmin pulled up in his black 4-runner.

“Gotta go, bye!” I hung up on her and ran up to the car, my cheeks hurting from the smiling.

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jwirecs · 1 year

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Recommended BTS Fics of December 💖

hello, hello! here are my bts recs of december! hopefully these beautiful stories get more recognition as well as the writers 💝

** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **

🔞smut || 💔angst || 💕fluff || ✅completed || 🔄ongoing || 💯favorite

Cherries || @j4goh 🔞✅

↳ jungkook as your many firsts, including the first one to make you cum in seconds.

First Kiss || @starsin-youreyes💕✅

↳ "we should really never do this again unless you want me to be completely head over heels for you."

Glitch || @koostarcandy💕✅

↳ a slight malfunction in your brain led to one of your greatest life choices.

Muse || @jvngkook97-blog💕✅

↳ in which Jungkook is a contestant on a reality show for top artists in the nation and he asks you to partake in a FaceTime interview at the last second.

Main Story -> Art Of The Soul

On Mute || @yoon-kooks 🔞💕✅💯

↳ You always assumed your handsome coworker was down to fuck anyone in the office except for you. He always assumed you weren’t interested in a guy like him. And both of you were content with never admitting your feelings… until he unknowingly confides in you in the realms of a certain tactical FPS game.

Choices || @jjngkook7💕💔🔄💯💯

↳ Jungkook finally found her. His mate. His lifelong partner. But she's a human. Does he have to stay with her or can he stick it to whatever and whoever binds mates together and make his own decision?

Come Sail Away || @the-boy-meets-evil 🔞💕💔✅

↳ kim seokjin is the captain of a sailing team bound for one of the biggest regattas around. only one problem: that team also includes taehyung, who's incredibly accident prone. will he let you save the day despite your history?

Riding Fake || @ugh-yoongi💕💔✅

↳ (or, the one where you think you’re getting a fake boyfriend, but you end up with a whole lot more.)

Sweetener || @taegularities 🔞💕✅

↳ you used to know how he sounded when you were wrapped around him, but circumstances have pulled you apart and sent you scattering in opposite directions. Feelings shouldn’t reappear so easily by simple words, but when you find yourselves in the same place once again, this is exactly what happens.

Darksided || @eoieopda🔞💕✅💯

↳ Min Yoongi adored you. He’d simply never hurt you - unless you asked.

Don’t Argue || @yoongiofmine 🔞💕✅💯

↳ After almost six years together, Yoongi asked you to move in with him. You’re done packing your whole apartment for the move, and he shows up to make sure your last night at your old place is special.

Run || @idekhowtodothis🔞💕✅

↳ Jungkookk doesnt want you to leave him for some stupid karaoke party so he tries his best to make you stay. Although his intentions start out playful, they quickly grow corrupted, especially after your somewhat hurtful words

Very Familiar || @champagneher💕✅

↳ being jin’s girlfriend brings good moments with the members as well.

Wax On || @monimonimoon💕✅

↳ Your waxer cancelled on you last minute and there was no one else available. Your boyfriend volunteers and, against all your better judgement, you let him do it.

Bunny Adventures || @kooktrash 🔞💕💔✅💯

↳ you had absolutely no intentions of ever owning a hybrid until jungkook came along. a mistreated, misunderstood rabbit hybrid who’d only ever wanted was to be treated like an equal.

Changing Times || @moonlightkoo💕💔🔄💯💯💯

↳ In which Jeon Jungkook has been sentenced for community service at a hybrid rehabilitation center- and what began as a simple punishment for his petty crimes, ends with life lessons he will probably never forget.

This Could Be Home || @bangtanflirt💕💔🔄

↳ As a purebred adopted by a high class family, some would think Jungkook had it all–but the pain behind the facade inevitably catches up to him. It’s only when you and Hoseok enter his life does he (gradually) allow himself to feel happiness again.

Guilty || @xjoonchildx🔞💕💔✅

↳ as the man at the top, kim namjoon has almost everything he wants. almost. could a familiar face from the past change his future?

Ride Or Die || @btsmosphere💕💔🔄

↳ yoongi isn’t sure when he became so accustomed to your ineffably cheery presence. until he sees that innocence crack, he hadn’t realised how far he would go to keep it there.

Touch || @intplayboy💕💔🔄💯

↳ you have finally escaped the filthy jail you were made to grow up in as a guinea pig. on your way out, you bump into two members of south korea's most infamous mafia gang. stunned by the rather intriguing encounter with you, the younger one decides to bring you back to their home base in secret, only to have their plan foiled when the rest of the gang catches them red handed and the entire group unanimously decides what to do with the strange girl, which is you.

Fighting Heart || @kooktrash 🔞💕💔✅

↳ never living a life of luxury, Jungkook does what he has to do to make ends-meet. right now that means fighting in underground clubs, getting beat black and blue until he wins. he knows there’s a better life out there for him but he never let himself think about it. until you came along and suddenly a weight is being lifted off his shoulders letting you through his guarded walls. you’re everything he needed and you make him want to fight for more.

Mate || @7deadlysinsfics💕💔🔄💯

↳ Jungkook knew in his soul from the moment your eyes met his in the forest that you were his mate, that he was meant to protect you at any cost. You’d been through hell while escaping a place that had treated you horribly since your childhood, and it was strange how calm you felt in his presence when you found yourself in an unfamiliar place with a stranger. Something inside of you told you to trust him.

Not So Bossy || @jungkookschin💕💔✅

↳ An irksome feeling infests Jungkook's system when his girlfriend lets him know that she can't meet up after not seeing him for three weeks.

Schlimazel || @intplayboy💕💔🔄💯

↳ [ schlimazel - a consistently unlucky person. ] you surely did not imagine encountering the individuals you admire most while beaten and bruised. yet, it ironically became the beginning of an unforeseen and beautiful friendship that unknowingly evolved beyond that.

Silver Sugar || @moonlightkoo 💕💔🔄💯

↳ He's heavy boots, silver chains, piercings and ink, while you are pastel colors, soft clothes and shy smiles. There's no way he's interested in you. He's just being nice. Right?

Already Mine || @i-am-baechu 🔞💕💔✅💯💯

↳ “I do.” Two simple words that changed her whole world. The man that gave her love that she never had before and a child that looked just like him with her eyes, a story for the ages. It wasn’t until the mornings changed and the warmth he once had turned cold. Nothing made sense but at the same time everything did. All she wanted was him but maybe that's not what he wants...

Cinnamon Bliss || @yoonia🔞💕💔✅💯

↳ Ever since the day he walked through the front door of your cafe hand in hand with his sweet daughter on one gloomy afternoon in the middle of winter, he had captured your heart without him even knowing it. All the time, you had chosen to stay on the sidelines, watching him mend his broken heart in silence while he teaches his own daughter that it was okay to be a kid despite the pain that they shared. You know you shouldn’t be so infatuated with him or let this feeling go any deeper. Because nothing could prepare you when you are forced to watch him move on, completely unaware that he is about to be breaking your heart into pieces.

I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus || @daydreamer-writing💕✅

↳ Yoongi didn't know what to do with kids. Especially not with 3-year old Jungkook, but his Seokjin Hyung asked him to babysit, so who is he to refuse. Yoongi still didn't know what to do with kids, especially not with Jungkook, who just told him that he witnessed his mom kissing Santa Claus.

Take On The World || @sweetestofchaos💕💔🔄💯💯

↳ When the Min pack go to Vegas the last thing they expect is for their Pack Omega to imprint on…a child! Join the guys as they travel along the path of parenting with all it’s highs and lows.

The Line Between Love and War || @purpleyoonn🔞💕💔🔄💯💯

↳ Your experiences told you that soulmates were something you would never have the pleasure of having; something not given to you because of who you are, despite the soulmark that resides on your inner left wrist. During your solo trip to Los Angeles, you find out that you are more than capable, that your soulmates had been waiting for you for a long time, and would not be letting you go anytime soon.

Hoseok!Au - College Au || @notevenagoodgirl💕💔✅

↳ An AU where Hoseok and Y/N don’t really get along even though they’re in the same group of friends. What happens when shitty roommates and monthly bills bring them closer than ever?

I Fell In Love With A Girl Group Stan || @i-am-baechu🔞💕💔✅

↳ Going to a BTS concert with her best friend was an anxiety attack waiting to happen because she only knew a handful of their songs and felt like an intruder but she didn’t want her to go alone. She made two mistakes. Number one, not changing her lockscreen from Irene to something else and number two, wearing a Red Velvet lanyard. When her friend wins a raffle to meet them, everything changes for her and the youngest member; especially when her alarm starts playing Bad Boy in the middle of her sentence.

Do check out all of the other BTS Fics that i have reblogged as well!!

** if there is any fics that you guys would like to recommend, please do! i am slowly running out of fics to read **

#bts scenarios #bts fluff #bts angst #bts smut #bts social media au #bts dad au #bts single dad au #bts mafia au #bts hybrid au #bts established relationship au #bts enemies to lovers au #bts friends to lovers au #bts childhood friends to lovers au #bts best friends to lovers au #bts fic recs #bts recs

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whomst-art-thou-whomst-whomst · 11 months

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Oh No! Here Comes Trouble: (more) Headcanons

Look I have no excuses left. I’m trying to channel Guangyan’s academic success and only succeeding in channeling Yiyong’s. They practically owe me a season two at this point for making me the OnePer of my own life.

1.) Chuying has gotten…well. A tad bit “cautious” now, never mind her coworkers’ gentle comment about her being “totally fucking paranoid,” because they didn’t have to scrape Yiyong’s broken body and Guangyan’s broken heart off the floor of a museum, leaving their own broken confidence behind, now did they? Its not really a problem. Until it is. Until she clotheslines one of Guangyan’s little college friends who’s running towards him and looking shady about it (who looks happy at school on a Tuesday? Villains. Psychopaths. Pastry chefs. Bad people, that’s who). It’s possible her boss was right to force her to go to therapy. She will not be telling him that. She maintains overcaution is best (Yiyong had laughed when he’d heard about it and Guangyan had looked suspiciously gleeful at the sight of his supposed school friend’s cartwheel through the air), so it’s fine.

2.) Yiyong’s first case post coma two (ugh) is a dead violinist trying to locate his lost sonata that it turns out his fake friend stole and killed him over. After the case is settled, Guangyan waxes on about some dumb movie called Coco and forces Yiyong to watch it. It’s after one of Yiyong’s PT sessions, so they sit in Yiyong’s bed for it. There is approximately no room and Guangyan keeps hissing about how certain people treat their guests, but they eventually create a blanket fort, largely by accident, and settle in to watch. Yiyong’s mother joins them partway through, smelling like dye chemicals. Yiyong is not upset by the story. He isn’t. He’s upset by his mom’s worn out voice as she asks random questions about the film like Yiyong knows things, he’s upset about the stupid plotting because the stupid kid doesn’t feel like he can follow his stupid passion and is missing his stupid family, he’s upset by Guangyan’s very soft hands that keep wrapping around Yiyong’s arm (annoying, clingy, he makes no move to stop him) during sad moments. So that’s why if he cries a little, it’s because he’s upset about those things.

3.) Yiyong’s mom and Guangyan’s dad have a “what the shit are the kids up to” drinks session a few nights a week. She’s convinced him to try her favorite beer. Neither of them really have many friends, but they have some very strange young people in common and a lot of silences in their lives where there used to be more people. One of their favorite drinking games involves the number of times the kids will text complaining something predictable about each other, or whether Chuying will send a vague, panicked text about something they are definitely not supposed to be up to.

4.) Guangyan has a terrible, terrible day. Everything goes wrong. He oversleeps by fifteen minutes, he gets two questions wrong (wrong???) on an exam, he drags his feet in dejection on the way to lab work and gets scolded for being “almost late,” and one of his classmates tells him he “doesn’t look great today.” In a fit of frustration at his own imperfections, he sends Chuying and Yiyong a rare introspective text wondering if he’s just the absolute most worthless, useless person ever. Chuying sends back about fifty inspirational Pinterest posts about how you’re ❤️special as you are❤️, and follows these up by threatening to come over and beat up whoever made him think this (he declines carefully). Yiyong says nothing in the chat, which he expected. But. He comes home and finds that Someone has drawn a picture for him, crumpled it up and thrown it through his window (based on the dirt on the outside, the toss failed several times). The drawing is rendered in sunset colors, and it’s of the teacups ride at the amusement park. It’s beautifully drawn, with careful detail down to the design on the teacup. In the forefront, two figures are whirling around in a teacup. One looks a little grumpy, the other one is alight with joy and shaded in with soft pastel. The caption simply reads, “The Most Worthless, Useless Day Ever.”

5.) The trio go on expeditions together—not just for cases now, but because Chuying saw a cool festival, or Guangyan needs people to come with him to this horrible networking event (and later regrets this deeply), or Yiyong gets that distant look in his eyes and needs to start walking. He likes that his people, his two people (and his high school friends, if he so chooses) will go somewhere, anywhere with him for no reason. Even just to sit on a bench somewhere. He thinks a lot on these walks. About how Chuying needs to stop second-guessing herself these days, because something hurts in his chest to see the mighty OnePer flicker with doubt; about how Guangyan always gets the same look in his eyes when he’s overworked himself and is about to fall asleep on Yiyong’s shoulder (he’s not entirely ready to examine why he always waits around on late study nights with anticipation for those moments); about how much he wishes he could have introduced them both to his dad and grandfather. He thinks about how his family is here and not-here, all still with him one way or another, and how he’s probably going to start drawing that comic again soon (after all, he did have that one reader, why not dream big?).

#whomst #oh no! here comes trouble

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jmagnabo92 · 4 months

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GGSB Fest 2024 Day 1 - A Terrible Discovery

@goodgodfathersiriusblack

For Prompt 32 - Adventures

When Sirius returns from the veil after being in it for five minutes, everything changes. A conversation about adventures leads to a different end to the war.

AO3

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Things had been rather chaotic in the last week since the DOM. Sirius had somehow managed to walk out of the veil unscathed and clearer than ever. He’d run after Harry (who believed he died and had gone after Bellatrix) and had gotten caught fighting her and Voldemort to protect Harry.

With the entire Ministry witnessing this and the way Harry had clung to him afterward, things had changed. Sirius had been cleared. Harry had only returned to school long enough to check on his friends and gather his things. They found a home in the wilderness, somewhere that had a lot of land and he had used every protection spell he knew (which was a lot since he could go through his father’s books, and he was a paranoid son of a bitch that never every protection spell known to man) on before move-in day.

Unfortunately, neither of them had much to move in with, and had to go shopping for basically everything.

Thus, Sirius had put off having a potentially difficult conversation for an entire week, but now that things are settled, he makes them both a cup of strong tea and takes it out to the back deck where they can sit and enjoy the freedom, they’ve both been craving.

“So… I, er, I know a lot has happened this week and in the last few years…”

“You’re not going to make me tell you my adventures, are you?” Harry asks, a slightly groan in his voice.

Sirius sighs. “The war is going to get a lot worse now that he’s out in the open. There’s no more getting away with things – everyone will know it’s him, so it’s better to talk them out now with whatever details there are so we can figure out how to end him for good.”

“I thought you said that the prophecy is hogwash, and I shouldn’t listen to what everyone’s saying.”

“And I mean that, a hundred percent,” Sirius assures him. “But he thinks it means something, and I want to protect you by ending him for you.”

Harry looks like he wants to fight him on it – say something about how he doesn’t want Sirius to risk his life for Harry, but he knows that Sirius is adamant that he takes care of Harry, not the other way around.

“And you think my adventures are the key to figuring out how to stop him?”

“I think you have been given information that you may not even realize could be vital to ending him and that’s why he keeps coming after you.”

Harry nods. “I suppose that makes sense.”

“So, will you tell me? About these adventures?”

Harry still hesitates. “If you promise not to go attacking everyone who ever hurt me ‘cause it’s a long list and…”

“I promise.”

“Alright, well, I guess I should tell you a bit about life before Hogwarts first…”

Sirius paid attention to every little detail, getting furious by certain treatments (and noting that Harry clearly wasn’t safe at the Dursleys), but noting specific mentions of his scar as he listens to Harry’s adventures because he knows that scar is important… he’s just not sure what is so special about it.

There were some things that Sirius thought were normal kid things – agreeing to a midnight duel and accidently coming across a three headed dog – that’s just Hogwarts. Crazy things happened in Hogwarts all the time… trolls though… that was new. Still, Harry survived, but then, his first quidditch match…

How had no one done anything to help aside from Snape? Why had Hagrid dismissed Harry’s concerns?

His questions continue as he listens. Things get worse – Harry choosing to help Hagrid and nearly getting killed because he was sent to the Forbidden Forest on his own at eleven. He worries about the centaurs’ prophecies. He doesn’t like that they’re right about war or their worries about interrupting what’s meant to be.

Still, despite being put through a bit of hell to the point of wanting to quit quidditch, the worst part is going to the professors and getting no help whatsoever and feeling like he has to handle it on his own. It makes him furious that eleven-year-old Harry felt like all of this was on his shoulders already.

As Harry goes through the tasks, he confesses that Dumbledore probably set him up, to test him. Let him face Voldemort on his own. It makes Sirius crush his cup of tea and they pause the story to get another cup.

Only knowing that he made it out alive had appeased Sirius into stopping him from going and confronting Dumbledore. The rest of the story was important. Voldemort had let Quirrell die, he couldn’t touch Harry, but Harry’s scar had a connection with Voldemort. He’d mentioned it before and it was obvious from this past year, but Sirius can’t help writing it down in his notes. He’s sure that there’s something he’s seen in his family’s books about the situation.

Still, Harry presses on. He goes into details about his second year that nearly has Sirius breaking his promise not to throttle anyone and risk getting sent back to prison.

It’s only Harry stating, “You got me away from them, don’t get me sent back,” that stops him.

He takes a deep breath and says, “I’m sorry. I just think you deserve better.”

“I know that now, but I – I have you now. Don’t ruin it.”

“I – I promise not to ruin it,” Sirius states, in fact, he has a calming potion somewhere. He summons it, causing Harry to give him a confused look. He downs it and then says, “Please go on.”

Harry gives him a look, but does begin speaking, again. He details some truly horrific things as the events of his second year unfold. Even with the calming drought, he absolutely wanted to strangle a few people, but he did know the gist – hints from stories of his adventures from his professors, and he manages to get to the chamber without breaking another cup. He’s sure that’s to do with the calming potion.

Harry attempts to gloss over the interaction with teenage Riddle, but Sirius stops him. “This is when you probably gained the most information. Teenage Riddle would’ve been more open less cautious about what he shared not that Voldemort’s any better when he thinks he’s won.”

Harry nods and details everything. The important bits included the possession being different than a normal possession, draining Ginny life force, and ending it by stabbing the book. That was telling.

Regular magic couldn’t end him, and he needed something extremely difficult to overcome (the only reason Harry’s still here is because Phoenix tears can do just that). It was something nearly indestructible that Sirius had an awful feeling he knows what it is, deep down, and he’s going to have a difficult time ending Voldemort with this information.

Still, Harry continues on, finishing the story and causing Sirius to be curious about the Malfoy of it all. Perhaps it’s time to get more information about them out of Kreacher.

Then Harry details some things about third and fourth year, most of which Sirius already knows. He pauses before the graveyard. “Do you want to hear it all, again?”

“It would be helpful, yes,” Sirius states. He offers his hand for Harry to squeeze. “Take your time, I’m right here.”

Harry nods, reassured. It’s slow going, detailing everything again, but Sirius pays closer attention this time. Particularly to Voldemort’s own speech and idea that he went further than anyone else to be immortal. It brings him back to the horrible book, the way that he was wraith, and the way his scar reacts to him… there’s something there, he’s sure of it.

Especially when Harry tells him about this year with the feelings and visions. There’s a connection there that has something niggling in the back of Sirius’ mind.

“… and that’s it really,” Harry says, after he explains about Voldemort’s failed possession of him. “I haven’t felt anything since.”

Sirius nods. Voldemort’s probably realized that if he can see into Harry’s world then Harry can see into his and it’s just as dangerous as it his beneficial. He’s more proficient in occlumency (and Sirius will be going after Snape for his behavior) and it makes it easier for him to block out Harry.

There’s a hefty pause before Harry asks, “Do you really think knowing will help you?”

“I think it already has. I’ve got some ideas for what’s really going on, but I need to look at some books.”

“Can I help? Please.”

He wants to say no, but he knows that if anyone deserves to be a part of this, it’s Harry. Especially since Dumbledore’s already stated his intention to start telling him things.

“Alright, kid, we can do this together.”

“Brilliant.”

***

It takes weeks of painstaking research and a rather unfortunate conversation with Kreacher (he really hates the elf now) before he has some basic ideas of what Voldemort’s been doing – horcruxes. Worse yet, more than one. Harry had already killed one – the diary. Regulus had stolen a second that Sirius was able to kill with magical death fire – Slytherin’s locket.

How many others were there?

Well, based on his conversation with Dumbledore, four. He had wanted to slowly parse out the memories he’d been gathering over the years ever since he believed how deep into the dark arts that Voldemort had gone, but Sirius wasn’t having any of it. It was a waste of time, and he wanted to end Voldemort as soon as possible.

Maybe Harry could have one normal year of school, finally.

Dumbledore relented and with Harry’s knowledge and discussions with the ghosts of Hogwarts, they were able to determine that Voldemort had a snake, Hufflepuff’s cup, Ravenclaw’s diadem, and the Gaunt ring. Dumbledore had already taken care of the ring. Which left three.

It hadn’t taken much prying – given the orders he could give to Kreacher, however unpleasant, to get the information about the cup being in Bellatrix’s vault. Bringing in Kingsley and Bill, they managed to get an order to obtain her vault and get ahold of it without breaking in. Sirius had the rights to do it since she was a convicted criminal. Technically, Narcissa or Andy (even disowned) could’ve done the same thing as a member of the Blacks, but luckily for him, they hadn’t.

Harry had been the one to suggest that Voldemort could’ve put the diadem in the room of requirement. Surely there was a room of hidden things that would make it seem plausible.

The room itself was beyond anything they had anticipated, but with the Order finally doing something, it was attacked with vigor.

It took a few weeks of searching, but finally, finally, they found it. On the bust of the worst headmaster Hogwarts had ever seen, but finally.

Sirius happily raised the Sword of Gryffindor and sliced it in half, watching as it screams and disappears.

One to go.

***

“We should just attack Malfoy Manor,” Sirius states. He’s surrounded by Order members and Aurors. The Head Auror looking quite like he can’t believe he’s taking orders from an ex-(innocent)-fugitive. “We know he and his snake –”

“Nagini,” Harry pipes up from beside him.

“Right, Nagini, are in there,” Sirius states. “We don’t know how aware he is of what we’ve done, but once he knows he will move, and it will be difficult to pin him down. We can’t let that happen. He could end up making more – unstable as his soul already is – and we would have no ideas.”

“He doesn’t seem to be aware when one is killed, only if someone tells him,” Harry states. “That’s why he knows about the diary.”

“Potter’s right,” Snape states, quite looking like he hates the words spilling from his mouth. “But we won’t have long before he does figure it out. He’s already suspicious and paranoid.”

“Let’s take the time, plan it right,” Moody states. “We’re only going to have one shot – we can’t screw this up.”

“Then, let’s plan.”

***

That evening after hours of planning, Sirius is summoned to Hogwarts. He’s not terribly happy about this, but with assurances that Harry (with Ron and Hermione relaxing for the night) will be okay, he goes.

“It’s been a long day, Albus,” Sirius states. “We’re very close to ending this and now that it’s in the Ministry’s hands…”

“It’s not, Sirius,” Dumbledore states. “Because there’s something I haven’t told you.”

“More?” Sirius asks. “I thought we agreed –”

“I couldn’t tell you in front of Harry.”

“Tell me what?”

“When Voldemort’s unstable soul split the night he attacked the Potters, one part became a wraith, while the other part went into Harry’s scar, that’s why it acts the same way some of the horcruxes. Giving him visions and feelings of Voldemort’s – why they’re so connected.”

Sirius takes a deep breath. He’d known this for a while. It was the only thing that made sense and it was why he’d been working with a healer out of the country to find a way to remove it before the final raid.

“I know.”

“So, you know that he must die?”

“No!” Sirius nearly yells. “He doesn’t have to die, what – you – are you serious? All this time, you planned for him to die?”

“He should survive, if he walks to his death willingly,” Dumbledore states. “When Voldemort took his blood –”

“That was two years ago,” Sirius states. “Which means, before that, you thought – you figured… how could you?”

“There weren’t any other options –”

“Yes, there are! I’ve been working with a healer, Dumbledore. One who figured out a way to remove his scar – he doesn’t have to die,” Sirius states. “How could you think that keeping him alive all of this time just to have him die at the right moment was okay?”

“I assumed it was necessary because of the prophecy,” Dumbledore states, somewhat ashamed. “I thought intervening would prevent the prophecy from being fulfilled.”

“Not all prophecies are fulfilled. Some aren’t meant to be, and you could have saved Harry a lot of trouble had you done the right thing with regards to this situation… instead…”

Sirius doesn’t wait for a response. Instead, he storms over to the fireplace.

“It’s a good thing that he has me to actually look for a solution and find one. Planning his death, I can’t believe you.”

Without another word, he’s back home and his terrible mood is obvious to the kids, but he waves them off. “Enjoy your night.”

“Thanks, Sirius.”

***

In the morning, Harry sits across from him with tea and a grim smile. “He knew?”

“He did, I’m sorry, kid,” Sirius states. “Although he believed you would survive because he took your blood if you let him kill you, that only became a thing after the graveyard…”

“Wow,” Harry says, softly. “I suppose that I should’ve known somehow…”

“No, no. You believed in him just like everyone else. There’s nothing wrong with that,” Sirius assures him. “I think he just… doesn’t always look for other answers. The important thing is that we’re getting rid of the scar and by the end of the week, he’ll be gone, too.”

“That does sound pretty great. You’ll stay with me?”

“Always.”

***

The procedure goes well, and on Friday Morning the Daily Prophet has this headline:

You-Know-Who Defeated: The Chosen One’s Innocent Godfather For The Win!

Sirius doesn’t care for the attention on either he or Harry. All he cares about is Harry’s grin as he sits across from him at the table.

“Think this means I’ll finally have a normal year?” Harry asks, hopefully.

“I think this best chance you’ll get to have one,” Sirius offers. “Thank you for having the difficult conversation at the start of the summer. Now, you’ll be able to go back to school and not worry about anymore adventures.”

Harry smiles. “Thank you for everything, Sirius. This means more to me than I could ever explain.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Kid. I’m always here for you, always.”

“I like the sound of that.”

“Good.”

#sirius black #harry james potter #sirius and harry saturday #good godfather sirius black #Good godfather Sirius Black Fest 2024

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I'll be honest, I'm pretty interested to know more about your PCs. Could you list a few facts about each? Esme is super cute I don't even care if she's dangerous. I just wanna squish her and be tied up in her basement forever I might hold a bias when it comes to Johan because he's a foxboy from what I've seen and my PC is a foxgirl, and they're both defiant too so obviously I may or may not be interested in him the most 😭 I read that little thing you put about the PCs as yanderes and Asher seems so possessive I love it Please feed me I need - Degenerate anon :)

degenerate anon, you have no idea what you’re asking for, how much this means to me, for someone, other than myself (and a few) taking interest in my pc’s. you wanna know about MY PC’s?? REALLY?

SQUEEZING YOU, HUGGING YOU, CRUSHING YOU IN THE PALM OF MY HAND HHRRGGG. I FUCKING LOVE YOU, SO, SO, MUCH!!!

besides that awkward part, there’s a LOT of info on them, lore, backstory, their habits, behaviours, personalities, made them all yanderes just cuz why the fuck not, huh? so I’m unsure if I could fully answer all I truly want to say in one post unless I wanna bore you to death with my ramblings. so, I’m giving you the choice to ask for a specific post, wether headcanons sfw and nsfw, their reactions to certain things, opinions on LI’s and others, even their backstory and lore?? if you’re interested, of course.

take your pick on whichever PC you’d like for me to do first. johan, asher or esme. johan has the most fleshed out backstory and lore so far, it runs real deep. asher has a fuckton of nsfw shit going on and esme is that one :3 with blood on her face.

I’m going to put their current status for the time being and which character has affected, shaped their personalities the most.

Under cut for people who are actually interested. cw! INFO DUMP, LOADS OF RAMBLING!!! non-con, mentions of blood and violence

Johan, the disgraced. [FILE 1.]

Current status : [DETAINED] Stuck at the asylum after the [ACCIDENT] occurred. Harper just won’t fucking stop harassing him.

In a few words, how would you describe him?

“Sly, manipulative, two-faced, smug, psychotic, sadistic, selfish” The type of guy to a jab a knife in your stomach and get hard from the sight of you whimpering under him, sick grin on his pretty face

A stat unique to him : Sanity. Keep it high, please. If it drops below 30%. ..Better not to say.

3 main chars and their roles

Whitney. Wants him dead. Fuck, once he breaks out of this damn place, it’s utterly over. UTTERLY. FUCKING. OVER. Fantasizes about killing that motherfucker every night. The reason why he’s in this shithole in the first place.

Sydney. His beloved, his everything. Kept them pure, wishes to protect them from this sick town the same way he was unable to protect himself from it. Only person in the world who gets him soft and makes him drop the cold act.

Harper. Weird doctor that won’t stop asking him to come in. Knows something is up and can see through his tricks, the pen and hypnosis not working on the fallen angel. Harper may think that he has the boy in his grasp, but it’s the other way around really, has him in the palm of his hand like a lab rat. Oh, also, they fuck each other on a daily basis.

Asher, the disturbed [FILE 2.]

Current status : [DANGEROUS] Fresh out of prison from saving Kylar and now roaming around town, not what you’d expect from your typical teenage boy.

In a few words, how would you describe him?

“Hard to read, generally calm, repressed, obsessive, cold, a ticking time bomb” Type of guy to claim he doesn’t care about you before he’s trapping you over the desk, fucking you silly

A stat unique to him : Patience/Impatience. His cool demeanour will eventually crack if low enough. High impatience result in consequences.

3 main chars and their roles

Whitney. (again) Not the same way as Johan, may or may not have unexpectedly fallen for her despite having initially hated her guts. Rocky relationship that slowly developed into something more clear over time, that he’s unfortunately, utterly obsessed with her. Purposefully put a baby in her, fucker.

Robin. His childhood friend with weird tension going on there, loves them to death and has this obligation to protect them from this town. If anything bad were to happen to the poor orphan then Asher would only have himself to blame or so he claims. Lot of pent up guilt from when he found them at the dock, bruised and bloodied.

Bailey. Obviously so, the main antagonist, the one who’s responsible for all the shit in his life. Wishes to overthrow the sick bastard somehow, doesn’t exactly know how, but he’ll think of something for sure. Has a deep hatred for the man though he feels conflicted at times, whenever he and the caretaker are alone in his office, begging for an extra before payment.

Esme, the devoted [FILE 3.]

Current status : [STABLE] Going through her usual routine, school, spa and of course, hanging out at the park and arcade with her girlfriend.

In a few words, how would you describe her?

“Loyal, clingy, delusional, gets attached easily, naive, not entirely what it seems, loving.” Type of girl to always be there for you as long as you do the same! Or else. Wants load of cuddles too, please.

A stat unique to her : Devotion. This is entirely depending on how willing she is to do favors for you. Is proportional to her love. Keeping it high is recommended.

3 main chars and their roles.

Kylar. Her pretty, perfect girlfriend who’ll do anything for her and she’ll do the same too!! What? She’s crazy and psychotic? Nonsense, they can be insane together, giggling about this and that with the blood of their victims on their hands and faces. How silly.

Avery. Sugar mommy that she got herself attached to, sees her as a mother figure, the one she never had since.. she’s an orphan after all. Avery is more or less aware of this and doesn’t know how to feel about it, Esme getting sort of clingy at times though she may have a soft spot for her despite it all.

Great Hawk. That bird understands her more than anyone and you couldn’t possibly get it anyway. Probably because, just like Kylar, Esme is an outcast at her school and not entirely well-liked even with her soft, cheerful personality. The freak tanked that reputation down so now she cherishes every single person she meets, including the Great Hawk. Silly bird gifts her flower crowns and gems.

I’d do more, but fuck, there’s too much to talk about really.

#I went on a tangent #worst part is that this isn’t even the full story #or anything at all #shit #degenerate anon #I love you for asking #all time favourite anon now #johan the disgraced #asher the disturbed #esme the devoted #dol #degrees of lewdity #dol pc #asher gets asks

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The thing that gets me about the mess with Kevin and Gwen in the third season of AF could have been a lot lesser if Gwen had just fucking communicated. And I don't hold it against her because she's just 15 and fuckers back then were not going around going 'and if your partner has a sever downward mental health spiral this is what you do', she was trying to help in the same way her family was trying to help in Verdona's premiere, the best way she could figure. It happens.

But it's played up like Kevin is the only one at fault for the rift there, because he didn't just pull from the aether the knowledge that this girl he's been seeing a few months and who suddenly started spending less time with him after the chimera dealie started is spending all her free time trying to fix him and not, in fact, just not comfortable dumping a guy having a crisis. And it would have to be pulling from the aether because Gwen wasn't communicating.

"But Achi, Kevin could have asked!" He could have, but there's two things there-

1) He's the guy having the crisis. The show is crap with this shit but it still manages to be blatant that he is having A Bad Time- he teamed up with Morningstar over it for fuck's sake. People can sit there and go 'well Gwen's struggling too' but even 'I'm hurting because you're hurting' is only a fraction of the shit the person who's actually hurting is dealing with. He could have asked, not doing so is a failure on his part, but also he's got a lot going on and a shitload of mental crap acting against him. Especially in a situation like this, where asking questions risks confirming the fears his brain is canonically throwing in the forefront.

2) She could manage to tell Ben. He knows what she's up to, explicitly he knows. Not 'I think this is what Gwen's doing' but downright knows. So we know it's not some big secret, she's telling people. She's just not telling Kevin. And again I'm sure in her head she had perfectly good reasons not to, probably didn't want to give him false hope or something, but she's got the easier end of it and is already telling people what she's up to. It's not hard to let him in on the situation. Doubly so when you know he's running around half-expecting you to dump him.

Neither one of 'em is perfectly rosey on this- Kevin didn't look into shit and just wallowed in doubts and fears, but it's because he's got a whole hell of a lot going on that's not actually being dealt with in any way, Gwen completely dropped the ball on communicating why she'd cut back the time she was spending hanging out after the accident which fed into the doubts and fears, but it was because she was trying to help and just falling into what seems to be a Tennyson trap of focusing so hard on what you think being helpful and supportive looks like you rocket right passed what would actually be helpful and supportive.

And it is a Tennyson thing, I'm fairly certain. We see it in Verdona's premiere, where Gwen's parents and Ben are so focused on being supportive that they don't realize that if anything they're making the whole situation harder on her. We see it in Clyde Fife, where Vera is putting so much attention into helping out at the base and sprucing it up that it doesn't register that she's hurting and making trouble for the people there. And we see it here, where Gwen is so caught up in trying to help Kevin that she doesn't realize she adding weight to his fears.

Just, if you actually sit back and look at it there's a lot going on there from both sides and so often it just gets shoved down into a 'Gwen is a saint and Kevin is flawed' hole when it's a 'Gwen is flawed and Kevin has issues' shape, which by the by is a lot more interesting as far as story and characters as well. It's the writing's fault, at heart, I know, because for some reason we weren't allowed to acknowledge any flaws Gwen might have (most likely due to the Strong Female Character problem- 'nobody can accuse us of not being able to write women if we make the woman the smartest and most right character with the fewest flaws and avoid actually focusing on her as much as possible') and Kevin always has to be the whole of the issue if there's a conflict between them, but gods there is so much room for depth there.

#ben 10 analysis #it's a touch tank of a show #a few inches of water overtop things that could very easily handle being under several feet if not miles #but then they might have had to account for light refraction

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honeybeewhereartthee · 2 years

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My Darling Dolls AU: Dolls, Gods and Tatsumi Kazehaya

Your second doll is Tatsumi. A doll you saw inside a church. It was point out by a odd ball neighbor of yours who always seem to be in the water.

...

Your walking in your neighborhood with Mayoi safely hidden in your (somewhat see through inside bag but tinted outside)bag pack.

Your about to go to the crossing when you saw someone in the fountain in the neighborhood park. You walk closer to the location and saw a familiar person. Kanata.

His a somewhat friend slash acquaintance of yours since he only been out of his place rarely since they are over protective of him, he said it's because he is a god (or so proclaim to be) everyone who worship him, don't want him to be harm, dirtied or rip apart (the last part was weird statement but you cannot ask why it's added thru).

You can count the times you and him talk. It is kinda weird someone like him who seems to be well off in status would chat with you, but he said You have just forgotten about how you two become friends in the first place because of an accident you cannot remember happening to your life.

He is odd but you cannot judge him as you play with dolls since long ago, which makes you both odd. What a perfect friendship.

"Hi~ hi MC-chan~ wanna puka puka with me?" He softly and slowly called out to you as he open his eyes to look at you as he float in the water, with his cloths on.

"Ahm... I don't know your out so I don't bring extra cloths." You scratch your head apologetically yet you already remove you shoes and socks. You look at your watch and see you still have extra time to spare to run back to your place to change.

"But sure~~ hehe." You put your bag fixing where you at and start to float with Kanata in the water. The feeling of water in your skin felt like your in space. You don't need to worry about the water being clean or dirty as Kanata cult would have made sure every water source around thr neighborhood block would be clean enough for their 'god'.

While mindlessly floating, you hear Kanata seating up as the water splash around you.

"Nee, neeeh~ does mc-chan still love dolls?" Kanata ask as he stare at you with a soft smile on his face.

"Hmm." You nodded your head as you look at the direction of your bag. "I love dolls. Like mayoi~~ I really really like mayoi~~" You said proudly.

"Ah... If that certain toy hear your words, it would so heart broken, ...This made me want to record it and made it listen to it in a reply... just to see it's broken hearted face... "

You heard Kanata mumble something odd again. You wonder if Kanata have a sadistic tendency in that soft and puka puka personality of his.

"Why did you ask btw?" You change the topic as you don't want to dig deeper at his odd sentence.

"Hmm, you see. A follower talks about a doll in a church.... It have a similar outfit like your own... " He draw a location using a water in the side of the fountain. You stared at it, then to the ocean boy.

"...woah! I'm actually looking for a lead for a similar doll! Thank you very much Kanata! Love you very much! Hehehe!" Your an honest and open minded child who would tell what you felt to the people. You hug Kanata before you went out of the fountain.

Through at that time when you hug him, it felt weird because it remind you of the feeling how it felt hugging mayoi in his human form. It's not that they felt non human it's just the aura or presence. Or whatnot.

You can't explain it but maybe that's your mind telling you that they aren't normal.

You grab your bag and waved good bye to Kanata, your going back home to change and go to the location he told you about. Not even looking back, you don't notice Kanata disappear and a doll similar to him seat there, flopping back to the water, looking back to the starry sky with it's doll eyes.

"Ah... That's a surprise... MC chan never fail to surprise me... I wonder... If I should help her again... Ah... Maybe next time... I could ask her that.... " Kanata is a one of the original darling doll but he don't have an owner, he does have playmate but they aren't his owner.

He is a doll that is use to be the symbol of god, as well he have a label that made him different from other dolls.

Maybe Because of the praises and worship of all his cult follower. He have gain enough love and care to be human without an owner, maybe he gain too much he gain some odd ability like granting wishes. He too have a duty for his fellow darling dolls that held responsible for as long as he could remember.

Kanata felt someone picking him up, he stared at the green eyes of the new comer.

"Ah... Your late. MC-chan left already." He mumble with a soft smile that seems to mock the other.

"Ah. So mama is late it seem. Well I was busy with idol business, gotta be the best solo idol in the world after all...~" Madara mumble smiling fakely as he put Kanata on his pocket. He turn to leave the place to go to a certain cult to return Kanata back as ordered by his so called parent.

"... puka puka..." Kanata mumble as he thought about the past. He have no interest to chat more to the toy.

There's many way for darling Dolls to gain human form. But the only important way is to gain love. Be it be from owners to people who idolize and worship you. Being an idol is another way to stay human. Because being in the idol industry means there's fans that would continue to support and love you.

Yet sometimes Kanata mumble if it's better if he have a owner like you, or at least be someone like Madara who share special connection with you.

...

You manage to get to the location and saw the said doll, on its knee praying to the holy. Mayoi is quick to point at it when no one is looking.

"Tatsumi...!" He called out to the doll from a far. The doll don't hear him through as it's focus on its prayers.

No one seems to give care about it. But your quick to ask the person in charge of the church if the doll have an owner.

The priest look at you oddly and wave you off. Your free to take away that satanic possess item he said.

Mayoi who's in your hands is shaken when he heard those words being describe meant for the praying doll. You can't say anything because the priest is about to start his Sunday prayer.

Your quick to grab the doll who seems to went limp the moment his been hold. But your softly hold him to your arms with Mayoi beside him.

"could it be... " The praying doll mumble as he stare at the fellow doll beside him but he cannot ask questions as they are in a public place. But looking at the side view of a familiar batch/unit mate. He is certain it is mayoi.

...

It took almost haft an hour to come back home and went to that church. But you did good job for today, as you close the door behind you and went to your bed.

You place the two in the bed and inspection the new doll for any minor problem with his body, you saw something wrong with his leg, it's somehow stick even through it's only have few thread connecting it together.

"I'll go get some equipment." You mumble as you left to get the said items. The moment you left mayoi move to look at tatsumi. "hi... It's been a while. " He mumble. Tatsumi is surprised yet he smiled" so it's really you, mayoi-san!"

The two chatted by the time you come back they have told what seems to be summary of what they have miss out of each other life in those past years.

"hihi! I'm mc. I'm going to fix your leg if you don't mind. " You said cheerfully as you seat on the side of the bed, looking at the rolls bad limb.

"Oh! I am tatsumi" he is quick to bow down his head and introduce himself to you. "...but .. You really shouldn't bother about it. I cannot even feel it..."

MC: but I insist.

You says as you softly grab the doll legs and apologize for being rude and pain. As you began to fix his limb. Tatsumi stared at you in wonders. He thought he just saw an angel that was sent by god, for his long waited wish.

Mayoi stared at you with a wide proud smile" mc is really a nice person... Ah... It makes me wonder how much luck I give up to have them as my owner..."

Tatsumi who seems still question all the events that happen suddenly mumble"... Are you an angel?" He ask you which made you pause.

MC:lol me an angel? You should say demon lol. Cause I lie and did some bad things. I mean not murder or bad crimes. I could say I'm not pure and holy as an angel. I just love dolls. Ùwú also I'm done. Now it looks like it's new.

Tatsumi: ah... thank you very much... But could I ask you why you taken me home?

MC: ooh. I want to find you because you are mayoi dear friend right? You can stay with me if you want. The house is big enough for more people or dolls after all. Ehehe.

Tatsumi: ah. But I don't want to be problem...

MC: huh... You won't be. Welcome to your new home tatsumi!

You hug him and hug mayoi who felt left out through he won't openly admit that fact and would be down for the whole time in the sideline, but since your with him for years, you know quiet a lot about him. You felt warm when you hug them, somehow it felt safe and warm.

...

Tatsumi as your doll would always felt like he don't belong and felt daze when he stare at you and mayoi in his human form preparing the dinner. He too is in his human form that he never thought would be in again.

Your a soft hearted child who easily like things or people when they gain your soft spot and care deeply to people or things. Love to offer for a hopeless darling doll like him, who thought would have his days be ended with him endlessly praying and hoping for a day, like this would happen.

But he soon open up to you to be himself that he never thought would appear again. One of the things he did when he start to be open up to you two, He would encourage you and mayoi to pray every time through but won't force it, it's just a habbit he have.

Maybe because his a doll label as the 'priest' or something of opposite of mayoi, who is the phantom. The other two doll is too, label with things that would make them stood up yet the two says you learn them once you see the last two yourself. When you ask what kind of dolls are the other two.

It seems that, Your always seems to have a bad dream about an accident or an event. The elder alkaloid dolls you have always hears you moaning in pain and calling out for someone crying in agony. The only way to calm you down is when you hear a lullaby, knowing that fact, mayoi and tatsumi would sing to you either it be raining or sunny. As long your fast asleep with a wonderful dream, as it's one of the simple things they could do to repay you for taking them in and loving them.

You did sometimes sees tatsumi doll body become large when mayoi is mumbling things you can't hear clearly. Tatsumi would nag mayoi for his unholy thoughts like a sermons of a priest.

He really do have kin sense when someone did some unholy things. Through he won't pray much to your business as a respect you and mayoi is much worse than you in some aspects.

Tatsumi would willingly volunteer to assist you if your out shopping, since mayoi cannot stand the crowds he would be left in the house to take care of the house work.

Through sometimes you would drag mayoi out when you want to buy some cloths for those two or look for more clue for the other two dolls.

At those times, somehow Tatsumi gain attention not just because his a good looking man with short light green hair and purple eyes. It seems his someone once famous from before yet no one have guts to come close to you two as you went shopping in wet market.

You wonder what he does before and ask him. He said he once an idol. One of the things that he discovered that would help him be human, yet an accident have happened. He failed and he failed his dear friend he wish to continue singing with.

He did add the fact he don't have an 'owner' but people who proclaimed as 'family'--he said people would take darling doll home to be a family as sometimes they base on dead people image and characteristics or maybe they cannot have a child. The family of his is someone who handle the church.

That's why he act like a priest yet he cannot find LOVE from his so called family, he discovered what's idol is all about. He wanted to share love to people and be loved back. His plan work till it failed. He wish he could sing for people again one day, but having you as an owner still outweigh such hopeless hope.

You left and wonder about future plan after you heard about tatsumi confession of his past and dreams.

A/N: Love. There's many different form of LOVE. So keep that in mind.

#tatsumi Kazeheya #ensemble stars x reader #ensemble stars #enstar x reader #mayoi ayase #mayoi ayase x reader #ensemble stars madara mikejima #ensemble stars kanata #ensemble stars mayoi ayase #tatsumi Kazehaya #tatsumi kazehaya x reader #ensemble stars tatsumi kazehaya #kazehaya tatsumi x reader #enstar #my Darling Dolls AU

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gold-onthe-inside · 2 years

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I think the thing that makes it the hardest for me to laugh about the "deviled-egging Jess's car" thing is the way it feels kind of like a slap in the face when I think about the end of Season 2. Like, the accident was this traumatic event that Rory and Jess went through TOGETHER, for which Jess felt so guilty that he left town, and Rory was the only one who stuck up for him, vehemently insisting to anyone who would listen that it wasn't Jess's fault, and fighting with her mother to defend him... She and Luke were the ONLY ONES who would stand by him! But now? Lorelai and Lane have decided that Jess doesn't "deserve" to have a car because he crashed Rory's, and Rory? Despite genuinely not caring about the car (she tried to talk Lane down at first), Rory is now gleefully aligning herself with the ranks of Townfolk Against Jess, because he's dating someone else. I know the show wants us to think it's funny, but it feels like a betrayal of the relationship they set up in the previous season, and it just makes me sad!

god, you’re so right. i mean, you’ve got a whole season where rory’s the first person who really believes in jess’s potential and actually communicates it to him. like sure, luke has faith in him too, but they’re both such terrible communicators. plus you have the whole town treating rory like she’s some naive little princess falling prey to the big bad wolf even though she’s the one who initiates everything in their relationship. she asks him to drive the car, she tells him to keep going instead of going back to the diner, she runs to new york to see him, she’s the one who kisses him and to have everyone, especially lorelai, blaming this bookish, magic-obsessed dork for “breaking” her daughter? to have taylor doose who knows nothing about the boy call him a walking disaster waiting to happen?

and like, you can’t even really blame rory for expecting jess to wait around for her because dean would have done that. and i know people give her shit for comparing jess and dean but like, that’s her first relationship ever. dean’s the standard and i don’t think she fully realises how toxic he was to her. and lorelai, who should really know better, encourages that standard. she just doesn’t expect to be treated any differently by jess and she definitely doesn’t realise that actually, she’s the jerk in this scenario, not until their argument in doose’s.

and for someone who’s entire life is about making up for the fact that she wasn’t an intentional child (consciously or unconsciously), i don’t think she wants to admit the fact that she’s in the wrong here. it’s definitely unconscious, but it’s there and it’s a pattern later on too where she does immoral things and justifies herself by pushing the blame on someone else. it’s also a trait you see in lorelai so you can see where she might have learned it from. to a certain extent, you can’t really fault rory for being immature, i mean, she’s like 16-17 and girls that age can be really self-centred.

but really, if you ask me, the fault is with lorelai. because she’s a 20-30 something year old woman devil egging a teenager’s car because her ex-boyfriend and baby daddy had another child. and then rubbing it in his face after. lorelai’s the one who should’ve stopped it. and i think that’s the crux of the issue with the whole my mom is my best friend thing. cause lorelai doesn’t know when it’s time to be a mom and when it’s time to be a best friend. it’s also what amuses me about her relationship with mrs kim because as a fellow immigrant, i too would be so completely weirded out by her.

and as for lane, omg they wasted such a huge opportunity to have her and jess be, maybe not friends, but at least a little close. like, lane canonically doesn’t have a lot of friends in school and jess is very particular about who he wants to hang around with. plus, being a new yorker, he can handle the racial diversity a lot better than a tiny town in connecticut. so they could’ve absolutely fleshed that relationship out. not to mention, they had a whole summer where they could’ve gotten along. lane could’ve been the one to reassure rory, to tell her that jess and shane are just a summer fling. it just could’ve been dealt with so much better, especially considering lane knew all the details of what happened and rory repeatedly told her the crash wasn’t jess’s fault.

as for the betrayal part, i do have to agree with you. i mean, i honestly don’t know what rory expected him to do. and i just keep thinking about ‘the girls that i like don’t give a damn about me’ and i wonder how long he waited. he’s in a town where no-one likes him and the one reason he came back just left to go to washington dc and he’s not gonna hold her back because he did promise she’d be the next christiane amanpour. and i wonder when he gave up on waiting. cause, again, he’s not the guy that initiates things. so even with shane and jess, i doubt he’s the one that started it. like even if you watch their scenes together, he’s never the one to start the kiss. and, by the way, rory makes no contact with jess whatsoever even when she does come back. she pretty much acts like the kiss never happened, and it’s not like she breaks up with dean (which imo she should’ve done before she left). so yeah, i’d be pretty goddamn hurt too.

if i could take a crack at that arc, i’d definitely add a little jess/lane being friends and luke maybe not being so up on jess for working at walmart. in fact, i’m surprised he isn’t more concerned about it. like i don’t know if it’s an american thing, but i’d be worried if my kid thought he needed to work at walmart to pay for a car. it also worries me how luke doesn’t know where he is half the time and how long he lets the walmart thing go on. but that’s for a different rant at a different time.

#stellaluna33 #gilmore girls #jess mariano #rory gilmore #lane kim #lorelai gilmore

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dragonmuse · 2 years

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I've so many thoughts and questions about the 'wake myself in the shadows' AU. It has my entire heart (which I say about most of of your AU's, so it has ~1/12th of my heart.)

Does Eddy ever soften and come around to the realisation that Izzy wasn't targeting them? How does Charlie handle the allergy scares? Do they ever find Read in this verse? Does Izzy find anyone at all or is he swept up in the whirlwind that he and Charlie create for each other?

(Ok, few short answers first: No, Eddy doesn’t ever come around. She stops thinking that it’s being done at her when they go on being married and barely talking to Stede for literal years, but she never works through her issues with Izzy and goes on thinking he at the very least started the relationship on purpose to attack them. Izzy stays far more insular with Charlie and doesn’t meet a lot of people or see the need to bond with them. Until Lucius re-enters their lives. And on that note on to allergies and Read......)

Israel: don’t panic. I’m going to be fine. But I’m in the ER.

Charlie: what?!

Israel: had a reaction at the grocery story, probably contact. Everything is fine.

Charlie: you’re lying

Israel: I’m not. Just hives and some minor breathing impairment.

Charlie: I’m coming right now.

Israel: finish your class. I’ve got company anyway. Some idiot girl got herself stabbed non-fatally and apparently no one is in a rush around here so I’m wrapping her up.

Charlie: that is only making me show faster, you know that right?

Charlie has to call for an Uber. Israel has been suggesting that he re-take his driver’s test for a while now, just in case. Maybe it is time. The accident was years ago now and they don’t really live in a place with great public transit. Someone will have to pick up the car from the grocery store lot eventually.

He fidgets his way through the ride, checking and re-checking his phone with no updates. He gets to the E.R. almost certain that something awful has happened. Instead, he sees Israel right away. He knows that silver-streaked head anywhere, can pick him out in far larger crowds. He’s seated beside a blond giant, who is listening very intently to whatever lecture Israel is giving her. Charlie’s heartbeat reluctantly evens out.

Israel looks up as soon as he sets foot into the waiting area, that innate sense of each other sparking. He reaches a hand out for him as soon as he sees him and Charlie does not run across the room, but it’s a near thing.

“Told you I was fine,” he says.

“Like I’m just going to believe you,” Charlie scoffs, taking his hand and holding it tightly. Israel’s callouses catch against his skin, a reassurance, a grounding and Charlie sits down heavily beside him. “Who’s your friend?”

“Read, this is my husband Charlie. Charlie, this is Read. She brought fists to a knife fight.”

“Bad luck for you,” Charlie summons a smile for her.

“Bad luck for them,” Read corrects and she’s got a nice voice, mellow and low. The accent is familiar, like something he would’ve heard in undergrad. “I won. And now I have a knife.”

“Congratulations,” he says sincerely. “Are you still bleeding?”

“Don’t seem to be,” she pushes up her sleeve. Someone, Israel presumably, has wound strips of fabric over the bleeding wound. The fabric is black. Israel is wearing a sweater, so presumably it’s his t-shirt in tatters underneath. Charlie’s heart gives up being steady all over again. “I should go, actually. I don’t have insurance and I’m fixed.”

“Is that so?” Israel says and his grip on Charlie’s hand tightens.

“Stick around,” Charlie says lightly. “Let us get dinner. I owe you for making sure Israel didn’t give the nurses a piece of his mind loud enough to get kicked out.”

“One time,” Israel grumbles, but Charlie reads his relief. Message received. Israel likes the giant and he doesn’t want her wandering out into the night.

“All right,” she concedes too quickly. Charlie looks her over again, no longer clouded with concern over his slightly hive-ridden husband. She’s too thin for her frame. Her clothes are clean, but threadbare. “He helped me more than I helped him though.”

“A meal will call it even.”

They call Israel in shortly thereafter. He’s already been waiting hours so they only have to linger for one more before he’s declared out of danger and given the usual warnings. He takes everything with a sigh, including the prescription for a new Epi-Pen which Charlie insists they fill on the way home.

“I thought you meant at a restaurant,” Read frowns as they bicker about that. “I’m not sure I-”

“He can’t eat out,” Charlie cuts her off. “Or you two wouldn't have met at all. It’s not a trap, but we’re not rolling the dice twice today.”

“Okay,” she concedes warily.

Their usual pharmacy is near enough to the grocery store that they get the car back. Israel isn’t shaky, but Charlie knows he’s got a headache, can practically feel it in his own skull. When they get home, he draws him to the side, kisses him,

“Go take advil and lay down. I’ll take care of your stray.”

“She’s not mine,” Israel protests.

“I’ll make sure she gets food and your phone number. Go sleep.”

Israel, reluctantly, went. Charlie goes back into the kitchen. Read hasn’t poked around. She’s barely moved.

“He’s going to close his eyes for a bit, but there’s choices for dinner. You want stir fry, honey chicken or beef stew?”

“I’ll eat whatever,” she says quietly.

“I helped make all of it, so I’ll eat all of it,” he shrugs. “You choose or I will and you’ll just have to cope and deal.”

“Chicken sounds good,” she admits.

“Cool, sit, I’ll heat it up. There’s rice and veg too,” he opened the fridge, pulling out the relevant tupperware.

“This is a nice place,” she says, alighting on one of the stools they keep at the island. It’s Charlie’s second favorite place in the apartment, after their bed. He’s spent many happy mornings perched in here, watching Israel move efficiently around the kitchen.

“Thanks. We like it. Doesn’t sound like you’re from around here.”

“I’m not.” Stonewalled. He could appreciate that.

“Neither are we. I grew up a few hours west. Israel was a city boy.”

“He said you were working on your doctorate.”

“Did he?” Charlie puts a pot on a burner. The microwave works, but he prefers to reheat things on the stove top. Pop was big on that.

“He did. He thought I was a student too.”

There was no way Israel had thought that, but he must’ve had his reasons for saying so. Prying information out of her most likely.

“It’s a college town. Hard to avoid students. Sometimes I trip over the undergrads I T.A. in the strangest places.” It’s one of the reasons they’d started going further afield to find hookups. Charlie liked his sex scandalous, but had no interest in an actual sex scandal. “What brought you here then?”

“Looking for work,” she shrugs. “Why does anyone go anywhere?”

“I came for school."

"What about Israel?"

“Mmm," Charlie considers then says with only a little irony, "He came for love.”

“How long have you been together?” She asks and instead of judgment, concern, the usual nonsense, Charlie just hears interest. That’ll take her a long way in his books.

“Six years. We got married two years ago.”

“I can see why,” she says.

“You can?” Charlie has to turn at last to face her.

“Anyone looked at me the way he looks at you, I’d marry them too." She exudes sincerity, and Charlie can't help, but like that. There's enough sarcasm in this place to fill a town usually.

“Yeah well,” he smiles at the floor, turns back to the pot, stirring so nothing burns. “Just lucky.”

Charlie isn’t much for small talk. He has little use for getting to know people most of the time, but he tries his best. Read doesn’t offer much in return. Stalemated, he tosses other things at her and finds to some relief that she has a passing interest in baseball, but hasn’t kept up with the season. Good enough. He catches her up the standings, talks about some of his favorite plays of the season. Israel doesn’t care for the game much, so it’s nice to have a new audience for it.

“It’s late,” she says eventually, eyes flickering to the clock.

Charlie sighs, “I know. I’m trying to keep you here so you’ll accept sleeping in our guest room.”

“I have-”

“If you tell me honestly that you own more than what’s in your backpack, I will take you at your word,” he says, doing her the grace of not making eye contact. “But if you don’t, we have a guest room. The door locks. If I let you go out there tonight, knowing full well you don’t have a sure place to sleep then my husband is going to have words with me.”

“He do this a lot?”

“Never before,” Charlie shrugs. “But he only commits one way to ideas: All the way.”

She has the backpack at her feet. It’s been there the whole time, bulky, swollen with objects and a dusty color like it’s been outside more than in.

“I don’t want to make you guys fight.”

“Good. Take the bed. I’ll show you.”

He hands her an extra towel too, then makes it a point of going into his bedroom and shutting the door. Charlie doesn’t bother being quiet, Israel sleeps to lightly for it to be worth it. He locks their door too, just in case, then crosses the room shedding clothes, tossing them into the hamper then getting under the blankets.

“Didn’t hear the front door,” Israel winds an arm around Charlie’s waist, draws him in close.

“Because she didn’t leave.”

“Thanks,” Israel kisses Charlie’s shoulder.

“What’s the plan? Keep her like a pet? Cause I don’t think she’ll go for that.”

“One of my clients needs a part-timer. She says she knows a bit about cars. I’ll get her fixed up. Get a pay check going and she’ll land on her feet.”

“You did quite a character assessment in just a few hours.”

“Only needed half that,” Israel snorts. Charlie rolls towards him, thrusts a knee between his thighs to slot closer. “I know the type.”

“What tall, young, blond, atheltic and adorable?”

“Hungry,” Izzy corrects. “You and she aren’t much alike. She needs someone to take care of her.”

“You think I didn’t?” Charlie stares at him, able to find every familiar line in the dark.

“I know you didn’t. You just wanted someone to care at all. You did the rest by yourself.”

“Don’t say that like it’s nothing,” Charlie swallows thickly. “It was everything. It is everything.”

Israel does him a mercy and kisses him. The words stop. They talk the way they know best. Afterwards, Israel falls back asleep. Charlie stays awake a long time, running fingers up and down Israel’s arm, dancing over the place a bone once broke and healed, years before Charlie was ever born.

Read isn’t a permanent installation in the sense that Israel does get her a job and she does find a place to live. She is one in the sense that she does not leave their lives. Israel feeds her regularly, teaches her to make the things that she likes best. He teaches her how to survive past the basics. Things Pop and Mom had guided Charlie through before he even left for college. Things he figured out on his own living in the city with Amir.

Charlie, at first, only watches. Bewildered and in his deepest ugliest parts, jealous. But Israel doesn’t talk to her like he talks to Charlie. He treats her like she’s new to the world. Like an innocent, even though the woman has clearly seen things that Charlie can only shudder to imagine. Read even seems to like that or at least accept that rough care.

For all he and Read were the same age when Israel meets him, he treats her like a mostly grown child and Charlie was always an equal. Israel had never tried to teach Charlie anything unless he explicitly asked. And it wasn't like Charlie hadn't taught him a few things.

“The power company keeps sending me emails,” Read complains one day over lunch. Charlie sighs, holds his hand out for the phone. Israel had sent Charlie in his stead, too busy with work. He looks it over.

“Okay, so right now you’re paying a monthly fee,” he explains the budget plan to her. They go over the numbers.

“Thanks,” she says when he finishes. “Maybe I should just ask you instead. Izzy would’ve called me like five names by now.”

“Yeah, that’s kind of his love language.”

She snorts, “Whatever, I don’t hear him calling you shit.”

Israel only calls him Charlie. Occasionally, demon, but Charlie likes to think he earns that along with the breathless 'fuck fuck fuck oh god's he's coaxed from him over the years.

“You’ll have to come over next time Lucius visits,” Charlie decides. “It’s an insult badminton game.”

“I thought they liked each other.”

“Yeah, that's my point.”

And she does come over the next time Lucius is in town. It’s kind of fun to have someone else sit on the couch with him while Lucius and Israel do their verbal sparring. They’re tongues are sharp even as they’re so far into each other’s personal space that they might as well be fucking.

“What am I watching?” Read hisses.

“The rare mating dance of the North American bartender and his accountant,” Charlie snickers. “They’re fluffing their plumage at each other.”

“What does that make you?” She glances at him.

Charlie watches as Lucius literally tugs at Israel’s hair. Israel doesn’t even pretend to stop him, just goes quiet for a second, eyes shuttering to half-mast, then raking over the living room to find Charlie’s gaze. They stare at each other for a long heated moment. Charlie nods and Israel sways towards Lucius for a kiss, then moves away again.

“Lucky,” Charlie laughs. “Very lucky.”

#leda house and the kraken verse #ficlet #au of the au #wake myself in the shadows #charlie bonnet #izzy hands #mary read

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