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aprilsrant · 4 years

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Lay all your love on me | Oliver Wood x Slytherin!Fem!Reader.

SUMMARY: (Y/N)’s been crushing on the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain for over three years. Now, in their seventh and last year of Hogwarts, her friends are determined to get them together.

WORD COUNT: 2,833.

WARNINGS: underage drinking. (If there are more and I didn’t put them, let me know).

NEXT PARTS:

Honey Honey! (part two)

When I kissed the teacher (part three).

A/N: so, this came out because of a random idea and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. For some reason, I like to imagine wizards dancing to ABBA, of course it’s the muggleborns and maybe halfbloods that know about them. This was written while I listened to Lay all your love on me, slowed down, on repeat. I algo gave the reader’s friends name because it was easier, and I may or mat not based their personality on my own close friends…

English is not my first language so if there are any mistakes, I’m sorry! Reblog if you can, and if you have any suggestions or requests just DM!

Masterlist.

tags: @peeves-a-legend (thank you for everything).

The Ravenclaw vs Hufflepuff Quidditch match had ended with a win for the eagle’s house, although the other team did not make it easy for them. The Hufflepuffs were known for their patience and hard working nature, giving up easily was not one of their traits and that’s exactly what everyone had seen on the match this afternoon. They knew their opponent’s Seeker, Cho Chang was getting better with each game she played, so the Captain of the Hufflepuff Team decided their best chance was, if he wasn’t fast enough to catch the snitch that is, to lash out against the poor Keeper.

And so they did.

The Chasers, Preece, Macavoy and Applebee, were unstoppable. On the occasion the Quaffle landed in their hands, which had been like seventy percent of the time, they would use many different strategies to confuse the other players, including the Keeper, and score a goal.

Even after their brilliant performance, Ravenclaw still won by twenty points ahead when Cho Chang caught the snitch. A small distraction from the Hufflepuff Seeker and Captain had cost them the victory, but that didn’t discourage the badgers, hell, (Y/N) thought nothing could after how well they had played. She had never felt so much respect for the usually overlooked House.

That was pretty much the reason why the Ravenclaws were so eager to celebrate their win and had invited the whole school, or at least everyone up to the age of fifteen, to their Common Room. Many people believed they weren’t capable of throwing a good party since they were supposed to be smart and have their head on a book every minute, but (Y/N) never doubted them. One of her best friends was a Ravenclaw and that girl sure knew how to have fun, school and good grades being the last thing on her mind whenever she got sight of the Firewhisky.

If you had asked for (Y/N)’s opinion, she would tell you Ravenclaws were the seconds best at Hogwarts on the matter of hosting parties, Slytherins right up to them. Albeit that may have been biased, she herself was a Slytherin and, thinking about it, she never went to any Gryffindor parties because, well, no one except her other friend wanted a Slytherin there. Many of them thought they were some kind of saints just because they were brave and didn’t realise they were, instead, a bunch of reckless and prejudiced twats. The remaining house, Hufflepuff, took parties to a whole other level and sometimes it became all a little too much. She wasn’t much of a party person but she still enjoyed them from time to time, but they went insane any time alcohol was in the room and started to come up with crazy ideas that would, with no doubt, get them expelled.

After waiting ten minutes for a member of the house to step out and answer the riddle for her, which (Y/N) knew you didn’t need to be part of the house to reply but even as a Slytherin and having, supposedly, a cunning and intelligent mind she sucked at those kind of questions; she, and twenty others, finally entered the Ravenclaw Common Room, which was completely renovated since the last time she had visited it.

The circular and wide room was filled with students from all the four houses making it seem smaller than it actually was. The moon shone, filtering through the arched windows, barely illuminated but some flickering and colour changing lights on the ceiling made it work. The furniture was against the wall on the left side so people could dance freely in the middle, while the tables on the right bursted with food and bottles of alcohol. A muggle radio had been placed on one of the large table’s corner and to (Y/N)’s delight, it wasn’t playing any songs by the Weird Sisters. She loathed that band since last year when some students, presumably Gryffindors, enchanted the speakers on the hallways to repeatedly play one of the group’s songs.

The girl started to move towards the left side of the room, avoiding the crowd growing larger and larger. Trying to catch some familiar faces, she stood on her tiptoes and observed the room, but the lack of light and her problem with seeing things from afar, made her search harder. A couple of minutes had passed when she recognized the trio she was friends with. They were waving and screaming her name, trying to catch her attention, right beside the door that led to the dormitories.

(Y/N) grinned at them while walking in their direction. Once she settled on Isla’s side, her best friend since childhood, some of her nerves were washed away a little. It was easier for her to be in a place packed with people if she had her close friends as company. Dorian, the last one to join the group in their fifth year, offered her a black cup with, judging by the smell, Quintin Black, her favourite. The corners of her mouth quirking up as a way of saying thanks without having to shout at him to make herself be heard through the loud music.

The Multicolour Quartet — name they all despised but stood with it because it was one of Dorian’s drunk comments when he realised how they were all from different houses; (Y/N) was the Slytherin, he was the Gryffindor, and the other two, Isla and Ethan, were both Ravenclaws — easily fell in a conversation about Isla’s brilliant performance as Chaser for her House’s Team, the other three complimenting her whenever she started to list all the errors that almost allowed the Hufflepuffs to win.

Spacing out of her friend’s chat, (Y/N)’s eyes peer round the room looking, nearly in a desperate way, for someone in particular. Answering the comments the other three made with a simple nod of her head or a yes to seem like she was paying attention, her eyes fixated in a figure directly across from them, supporting it’s body’s weight on a wall. He was surrounded by some of his classmates and friends from the same house, but she could still see, albeit with great trouble, his short brown hair and his right hand holding a black cup, equal to the one she had.

She failed to realise that her friends had noticed where her attention travelled to. Sharing knowing glances and smirks they knew it was time for (Y/N) to talk to the boy she’d been crushing on for three years now. Isla and Ethan left saying some people were starting to cause trouble, not that (Y/N) had actually listened to them, too lost in attempting to catch another glimpse of the boy. That ended on Dorian, the most chaotic of the four, finding the way to make them, at least, share two or three words.

Suddenly, she felt a hand on her left arm dragging her along the room and pushing people on the way. That belonged to Dorian and it didn’t take long for her to understand what he was doing, his mischievous smile betraying him. Her eyes widened and she shook her head while planting her feet on the floor, putting all her strength on them so he wouldn’t move her. She didn’t succeed. Obviously because of his friend’s stronger hands.

A chant of pleas and several no exited from her mouth, but it was useless. If something got inside Dorian’s head, then nothing could stop him from doing it. A trait they both shared and the cause of a few of their arguments, neither of them knew when to back the hell down. Not even the promise of (Y/N) doing his Arithmancy homework for two weeks made him stop on his tracks. Dorian had really compromised to the cause because she knew how much he detested that subject, only taking it to please his father.

Before she could raise the offer to a month, they were already in front of him and the group he was chatting with.

Oliver Wood smiled at the two friends, recognizing only one of them but still being kind and inviting towards her, whose heart was about to jump out of her chest from how fast it was beating.

“Hey, Wood, how’re you doing?,” Dorian greeted him first and then nodded at the others as if he was saying hi, “preparing for the Quidditch match next week?”

(Y/N) stood awkwardly by Dorian’s side, looking and smiling shyly at people she had never interacted with. She was going to cut this boy’s head of the minute everyone left.

“Yeah, the Hufflepuffs played like hell today.” She heard Oliver say. His words tumbling with each other. Was he already starting to get drunk? “I think I’ll need to book more practices if we want to win next week”.

Luckily, or not, Dorian noticed he hadn’t introduced his friend to the group yet. And even if she didn’t like to just stand there like a rigid stick, she hated the new attention.

“This is (Y/N) (Y/L/N), by the way,” he announced while placing his right hand on the upper side of her back and pushing her body to the front. And the shy smile made an appearance on her face once more.

She whispered a small hello, looking at everyone but Oliver, and instantly felt the need to jump off the Astronomy Tower, not long after making Dorian the next designated Gryffindor Ghost.

“What house are you in? I’ve never seen you before,” questioned one of the boys next to Oliver with his eyebrows furrowed in confusion and a lost look on his eyes, as if he was trying to place her and remember the colours of the tie she used daily.

“She’s not a Gryffindor, maybe that’s why you haven’t seen her much,” Dorian answered before she had the chance to, “she’s actually a Slytherin.” A new expression on his face now, intimidating the others to see if they dared to express some kind of negative or stupid comment to his friend about the house she belonged to. No one said anything. She saw Dorian smiling proudly from the corner of her eye, but in that moment (Y/N) had the weird sensation she was some kind of prey to starving lions.

The group began to talk to each again, like nothing happened, all except Oliver, who was looking at her with his eyebrows raised and an intriguing sparkle in his dark brown eyes.

Dorian spoked once more.

Does he ever shut up?

“Remember the other day you said you were falling behind in Potions and Transfiguration?” Oliver nodded at him, signalising her friend to keep talking. “Well, I have the perfect person to help you with that. (Y/N) tutors me from time to time in those subjects too.”

Forget the Astronomy Tower, she desperately needed some kind of magical earthquake that could crack the floor beneath her feet and swallow her whole.

It’s not like Dorian was lying, she had helped him, and still did sometimes, to study for an important test, not only in Potions and Transfiguration, but also in the rest of the subjects they shared. Merlin knew that boy was a disaster when talking about paying attention to classes. But that didn’t mean she was good enough to tutor Oliver freaking Wood. (Y/N) could treat Dorian how she wanted if he wasn’t trying to, at least, know what she was talking about, they were friends and most of their time together was spent hitting each other, but how was she supposed to act around the precious Gryffindor Quidditch Captain?

“Great!,” Oliver exclaimed quickly. A sudden blush crept all the way from below his turtle neck to his cheeks, but she couldn’t identify if it happened because of the alcohol or embarrassment from sounding “too enthusiastic”. He cleared his throat before speaking again. “I was about to start looking for one. McGonagall said that if I don’t get my grades up to an Exceeds Expectations, I won’t be able to play the rest of the matches.”

“That sucks, but you’d found one already so you two can start immediately with the tutoring sessions”, Dorian commented slily while looking at her with the smile of a champion adorning his face.

He was trying exceptionally hard, she had to give him that.

In a swift movement, she drank the whole content of her cup to see if the knot that had formed on her stomach would go away. The blonde girl, perhaps a member of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team, beside (Y/N) noticed her drink was missing and offered her to reach out for one of the bottles of the table across. The Slytherin nodded and asked for the bottle of Quintin Black if there was still one.

“So you like Scottish things?” Oliver observed, with his eyes lighted up and his bottom lip stuck beneath his teeth, when he saw her grab the bottle of alcohol filled to the middle with onyx liquid.

“She sure does.” She heard Dorian mumble, he had tried to hide the smirk burying his face on his cup but (Y/N) took notice of that too. After giving him a pointed look, she turned her head towards Oliver, who, hopefully, hadn’t heard her friend’s remark; if he had, he was good at concealing it.

Her response was interrupted by the starting melody of “Lay all your love on me”, one of her favourite songs, and a voice that could only belong to her best friend, screaming her name. Out of nowhere, Isla took her hand, said something to Oliver and Dorian about returning her to them later, and yanked (Y/N) to the direction of the made up dance floor, making her almost drop the cup she was holding.

It was an unspoken rule between them, whenever one of their favourite songs was on the radio, they would stop what they were doing, important or not, and start to dance and sing, without caring about other people’s opinion. It was something like a ritual that had become a safe space and a signature of their friendship for both of the girls.

A few seconds through the song had played when Celine stopped dancing and approached her friend, whispering something in her ear.

“Okay, don’t look and don’t freak out, but Oliver hot stuff Wood is staring at you.”

“What? What do I do?”

“Just keep dancing, I guess, maybe he likes it.”

“I don’t know how to dance, why would he like it?”

Confusion and panic in her eyes, (Y/N) tried to think about all the logical reasons Oliver Wood, one of the most attractive guys in the school, could be watching her dance. The girl knew she wasn’t beautiful, even if her best friend repeatedly said so, she wasn’t funny or interesting and, on top of all, she belonged in Slytherin, the House with the worst reputation.

“No idea, but whatever it is, keep doing it.”

Her best friend winked at her, a large and contagious smile spreading over her face. Grabbing one of (Y/N)’s hands, she made her twirl around following the fast beat of the song. Seizing the opportunity, (Y/N) glanced at Oliver and discovered that he was, indeed, staring at her while he drank from his black cup.

A random and unexpected laugh flew out of her mouth. Her best friend, carefree as always, began to giggle with her while dancing around the room. She had never felt more alive, and some people would think she was ridiculous for actually thinking it, but singing her favourite song at the top of her lungs, dancing and laughing and just having fun with her best friend. Excitement running through her veins uniting with the nerves Oliver’s attention towards her had provoked; a slight headache caused by the alcohol mixing with the new confidence coming from the same thing.

Aware of the dark brown eyes focusing on her, she turned around once more, but this time she didn’t look away. She kept singing, beaming at him from the middle of the dance floor, and maintaining eye contact. A sudden thought appeared on her mind, if she’d had maybe one more full cup of Quintin Black, perhaps she would’ve been confident enough to ask him on a date.

Don’t go wasting your emotions, lay all your love on me.

Don’t go sharing your devotion, lay all your love on me.

(Y/N) didn’t think that he would take that as an invitation when she whispered the words while looking at him, it wasn’t even meant to be one, but Oliver Wood had left his cup on the table next to him and was now walking towards her.

A little small talk, a smile and baby I was stuck.

I still don’t know what you’ve done with me.

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thefanbasewhore · 4 years

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The Owner of His Heart. ||A.R

AN: DO NOT CLICK KEEP READING IF YOU DIDNT NOT WATCH THE MOVE.. SPOILERS AHEAD… Also excuse my writing it’s been months since I’ve written anything !

Summary: before spoilers… Reader and Arvin had gone out a couple times but never labeled their relationship but one day when Arvin needs someone, she’s there.

Warning: Just the whole situation with the preacher, death, angst, and maybe a few curses?

The news was unsettling, the kind that sat deep inside the pit of one’s stomach, squeezing and aching, it made Y/N’s chest heavy with sadness. The news of Lenora’s death was surprising, a good God loving girl like her would never commit such a sin but there she lays with no one here., y/n is the only other person but her family standing above Lenora’s casket. Grandma Russel sobbing over the light-colored tomb, Uncle Earskell didn’t say much. As for Arvin she tried to get him to open up but, it didn’t seem like the right time to speak to him but her heart was hurting for his loss.

The preacher didn’t bother to come out and say any words, a suicide, a sinner.

Hesitantly she steps forward, hand comforting the lower back of Arvin. Arvin stiffens but he doesn’t bother to move away from it but only signs. “Arvin.” It’s a failed attempt to hold his hand because he’s almost half way down the dirt road before any other words could follow.

“just give him time sweetheart’” Grandma Russel manages to say, “He will come to you when he needs you.”

He always did. The couple were pretty much inseparable, best friends since childhood even walked together to school until graduation. Tears filled her eyes, Lenora had always been her friend too. They had only became more because the pressure to settle down and find a wife was weighed heavily on Arvin’s shoulders, he tried and tried but none of them clicked. One day it hit him, why wouldn’t he take his best friend out? There was no awkward introduction, no fakeness, she was the realist person he’s ever known.

At first it was a little awkward, so shocked that Arvin asked, she thought it was a joke and laughed in his face. He played it off cooly, but the look on his face said it all, not to mention how flush his cheeks were. “Wait you’re serious Arvin?”

“Mmm.” He confirms, “we already know everything about each other, it’s real between us. Just me and you, besides you ain’t the worst person I’ve ever seen.”

“wow thanks.” Her eyes roll make him laugh, he sucks in his bottom lip and smiles. “I’m just kidding darlin’, you’re beautiful.”

“Am I now?” A playful grin reaching her eyes as she leans over the counter of the diner. “So you’re confession your undying love for me officially?”

“yeah, I guess I am.” Tom shift uncomfortably in his seat as she tops of his coffee. It’s that sweet smile he’s so used too, but this time it send butterflies twirling in his stomach, he had always had a crush when he was younger but as the world grew colder and duller, he never acted on it. “I guess I’ll let you take me out, but we are not going anywhere the creepy abandoned house you always try to get me to go in.”

“why darlin’? Afraid of ghost?” Tom would never go there on a first date, a beautiful woman deserved something with flowers and big bright lights with dinner. Besides, he was pretty sure that his nan would actually kill him if he did anything but show Y/N the udder most respect.

That was only weeks ago, of course they shared some kisses here and there, he would pick her up for picnics, and dinner dates but being so caught up with each other talking about labels never came up.. but it was two people, best friends enjoying the company of one another.

Now she stood over Lenora’s grave watching Arvin’s figure disappear past the tree line, heart heavy with loss. Giving him time is what is best, a few hours later she found herself knocking on the Russel’s door, a pie in hand. They considered her family of grieving with them but it didn’t feel right showing up with nothing.

“Grandma.” She presses a kiss to older woman’s cheek stepping through the doorway, “Did you eat anything? Want me to make some dinner?”

“all taking care of, maybe you could convince Arvin to eat though, he hasn’t left his room since.” Without a second thought she grabbed the plate from the table and made it through the hall way to Arvin’s room. There’s knock but there’s no answer, it quiet, something that is not familiar when Arvin’s involved.

Pressing against the door she opens it slowly, gripping the plate with two hands once the door is closed. “Arvin, you gotta eat something.”

“I’m not hungry.” It muffled from how tightly the blanket was wrapped around him, hoarse from the throbbing inside of his throat. The whole room felt as if it was spinning, heavy eyes with irritated cheeks for the amount of times he’s wiped them.

“hey.” It’s a soft coo as she places the food on the stand next to the bed. “Look at me.”

The brown doe eyes glance up sadly, red with pressure, a ring of redness making it look like he hasn’t slept in days. “Do you need anything? I want to make this better Arvin.”

“I want you to leave.” He admits, pain twisting into his features. “I’m cursed, every single person I love has killed themselves, You’re it going to get caught up in my evil. First my daddy now my sister, who’s next?”

His breathing was increasing, growing with every word as his chest started to rise and fall. “I’m no good for anyone.”

She was stunned for a second, not ever seeing him like this. Of course, he’s always been a gentle kid with way more feelings then he would like to admit but watching the person you love totally break down into a panic attack was unsettling. Her fingers squeeze his gently, she’s here don’t worry.

“Arvin, that’s not true. You are not evil.” She frowns, without him even noticing managing to slip underneath the blanket wrapping her arms around his shoulders, face pressing against the swells of her chest. Fingers play with the soft brown strings. “What happen to them was an act -.”

“If you say God I might scream.” Arvin doesn’t fight the comfort, the softness of her breast, sweet smell of perfume relaxes him completely.

“I was going to say an act of themselves. You are not responsible for others choices, you can’t change what will happen.” Arvin doesn’t say anything else, he stews in the words.

“Now,” Soft pads trace his jaw, touching the highs of his cheeks to make his eyes meet hers. “I don’t want to ever hear any of that ‘I’m cursed’ bullshit again, it is not you. You are not evil and you haven’t lost everyone that loves you.”

Arvin doesn’t need anything else said, he knew exactly what she meant. All he could think was my best-friend, my lover, he pushes up from the bed slowly pressing his lips to hers. It was surprising but without a second thought her lips found his back, meeting in a slow, meaningful kiss. “Imma marry you.”

“oh that’s it? No asking me, nothing?” He rolls his eyes lightly, the first smile in days had graced his face, it was short lived but the sight made her heart flutter.

“ya see babe? I think you knew you were going to marry me the moment you laid eyes on me, always trying to make kissy face when we were younger.” He’s playful, something about growing up together makes it easy to be.

“well who’s making kissy face now?” Arvin’s lips meet hers once again, a subtle way to show his defeat.

A few days later despite how empty his chest felt he went back to work, mostly for the ambition of buying that shinny ring he promised. He was hoping in two weeks he’d have enough to ask properly, he wanted the prettiest one for his girl.

The sheriff stopped him a few day later, right when he was ready to go home, whispers of Lenora being pregnant out of wedlock but it didn’t make any sense. Why would she kill yourself over a baby? She would have all the support in the world, and would have made a great mother.

Then it hit him, who’s baby was it? The only time she’d ever spend was at her mother’s grave. Her mother’s grave and then the preacher… It all suddenly made sense. He felt sick to his stomach as he decided on walking home.. did he tell Nana? It would only break her heart more.

Walking past the cemetery he couldn’t help but notice the flashy, white car. He was about to give the preacher a piece of his mind before a girl no older then sixteen had climbed into the back of it, He couldn’t watch, he felt sick besides he had all of the evidence he needed.

The preacher had taken advantage of her, using God to trick her, and then not wanting to be shammed found a way to fix it. Lenora killed herself because she was afraid of the shame.

Tom slammed the door rather fast, walking right past the two most important women in his life in the kitchen and headed straight for his bedroom. The gun, he needed the gun that was in that stupid box under the bed.

“Arv? Is everything okay honey?” Of course she was here, why couldn’t you just stay away and make this less hard? It was so hard to make a decision when the voice of an angel would call him back to reality.

Killing the preacher meant breaking his promise to her, he wouldn’t marry her but run away, betray every word he said. Lenora deserved better, she deserved revenge.

On the topic of marriage it only made him face the fact that Lenora will never get married now because of that preacher and made his hands shake, tears of frustration run down his cheeks. His head was pounding from all the thinking, fighting with himself over wrong and right.

She enters without warning with a sigh, delicate fingers wrapping around him. “It’s okay, shhh.”

One more night with his love couldn’t hurt, one more night filled with comfort. After all the preacher wasn’t going anywhere. “What happened?”

“I’m fine darlin’,” Arvin wipes his tear filled cheeks, smiling sadly at her. Of course he wasn’t going to tell her, he had to convince her he was fine. “I jus’ miss her is all.”

“Me too, it’s not the same without her.” He nods in agreement wrapping his arms tightly around her back, pressing a soft kiss against her forehead. “I love you, and I don’t want you to forget it.”

“I love you to Arv.” Nothing else was said, she decided to stay that night with him. It was surprising.. sharing a bed with a man that is not yet her husband but after him begging it was hard to say no, especially in his time of grieving. Arvin wanted to hold her one last night before he slips away in the morning, and that is exactly what he did. All night held her, stole small kisses as she slept. Before the sun even reached the sky he was gone, but not before placing the small box on the night table.

It was nothing fancy, a small rock with a shiny silver band but it felt right since it rightfully belonged to her. The owner of his heart. With one last kiss to her forehead Arvin was gone but it would not be the last time they meet. Faith had other plans for the pair, their destiny had been written long ago.

#arvin russell #arvin russel x reader #tom holland #the devil all the time

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mochegato · 4 years

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Covert Marriage

Covert Dating Covert Romance Covert Wedding

Prompt sent in by @redscarlet95 - what happens when Marinette’s family and friends find out about the wedding?

“Okay… are you ready for this?” Before Jason could respond, Marinette continued her decent into rambling madness. “Am I ready for this? Oh God, I’m not ready for this. We are not ready for this. This is going to be terrible. They’re going to hate me and kick me out and I’ll be homeless. Homeless, Jason, homeless!” Jason gave her a bemused smile and grabbed her hand with his free hand, his other hand loosely gripping the rental car’s steering wheel. She had been catastrophizing over telling her parents about their sudden elopement on and off for the last few weeks, ever since they got back to Gotham from their wedding.

“Pixie, Love, Light of my Life, we have our own apartment and you’re already making it into a beautiful home. You won’t be homeless. And they won’t hate you. They love you. They will still love you after this,” he assured her. Marinette looked at him doubtfully, her mind still racing with all the terrible possibilities her anxiety had convinced her were inevitable.

He knew somewhere in her mind she knew he was right and he would be more concerned about the reveal of their marriage to her parents if she hadn’t reassured him on multiple occasions, after she had calmed down from her panic attack, that it would be fine, really. Her parents were amazing and they might be surprised and maybe a bit disappointed, but they would still love her and they would welcome him with open arms… eventually. So, he let her panic run its course for the time being, with only minor interference to keep it from going too dark, and instead focused on the road ahead of them, occasionally squeezing her hand to offer silent support.

Marinette looked down at their hands with a small smile before her eyes widened in horror, “Oh my God, my ring! They’re going to know as soon as they see the ring. I should… we shouldn’t… You know what? We should ease them into this instead. We should… You should be my boyfriend first. Yeah! I should take off my ring so they… so it will all be okay. They can meet you as my boyfriend first… or just a friend. Maybe you can walk by and we can pretend we are meeting for the first time? We can tell them about the marriage in a year or two… we’ll have to have a second ceremony, but that should be fine. We just have to let your family know not to mention anything whenever they finally meet. We’ll have to sedate Dick, but that’s for the best for everyone really. How long do you think we can keep him sedated before causing permanent damage?”

Jason laughed before giving her a gentle look, “Marinette, no. As much as I love the idea of tranquing Dick, it will all be okay. Please don’t take your ring off. Your parents would be more upset if they found out you lied to them and especially if everyone but them knew,” he said calmly trying to reason with her. “They love you. They can handle this. So can we. We will be fine, Pix. And I will be there right next to you the whole time, yeah?”

“Yeah?” she gave him an uncertain look.

“Yeah,” he said running his finger along her cheek with his free hand. “Come on, you’ve taken on a city full of zombies. You can handle this.”

She gave him a firm smile, “Right. We can do this. We’re a team. We can handle anything. Okay, recon report: Sabine Cheng and Tom Dupain. Marital status, married… to each other. Occupation, bakers who own their own business, a very popular boulangerie and patisserie in Paris. One child, a daughter currently in this rental car with you, who got married to you without their knowledge. Age, you don’t need to know.

“Psych work up, Sabine has a glare that would put Batman to shame and although capable of messing you up, she won’t actually, physically hurt you. She may make a vague threat on what she will do to you if you hurt me and she’ll make you feel like you disappointed her, which… which is worse honestly. But, after everything she will give an amazing hug to make you feel better and offer you food and something to drink casually mentioning that you are part of the family after all.

“Tom looks like he could crush you with one arm but is actually less threatening than Batcow. He’ll follow Sabine’s judgement, but he is likely to scowl at you until he decides for himself. He will continue to be suspicious of you even after my Maman welcomes you to the family. If you talk about how you just want to make sure I’m happy and feel loved, it will ease his suspicions. If you add in that you really want to start a family with me someday but you want to make sure I’m in a place where I feel like I’m ready and you’re letting me take the lead on the decision, he will start calling you ‘son’. After he accepts you into the family, he will cry. Brace for it now.”

Jason took his eyes from the road to look at her quizzically before shaking his head with a chuckle. “You’re not allowed to hang out with Tim anymore.”

Marinette rolled her eyes, “yeah, I’ll be sure to tell him that when we’re hanging out next week. It might delay it by a whole hour… because he’ll be laughing so hard.”

Jason shook his head and looked at her in fake severity, “I’m serious. It’s too dangerous to allow you two to hang out together. Your combined forces could take over the world.”

She smiled back at him, preening at his faith in her abilities. “Yeah, but a nice takeover, a benevolent tyranny, if you will.” Jason barked out a laugh and grinned at her.

“I can see it now. By royal proclamation, everyone must have a hamster, nobody is allowed to wear checks and stripes at the same time, peanut butter and jelly is strictly forbidden, and nobody wakes up before noon.”

She hummed in response, “Now that is a monarchy I can get behind. But my plans for world domination are going to have to wait. We’re here,” she said pointing to the corner store just ahead of them.

Marinette used her key to open the exterior door and led Jason up the back stairs to her parent’s apartment.

“Okay, how do I look?” she asked nervously, her anxiety ramped up again now that they were outside her parents’ door.

“Like you’re trying to make it hard for me to focus on anything other than getting you back to the hotel,” he answered with a sultry look.

“Good, it wasn’t too subtle,” she gave him a wicked look. “Remember, you aren’t allowed to grab me while we’re in there.”

He growled at her and grabbed her tightly, “We’re not in there yet.” He gave her a deep kiss, pulling her flush against him.

She pulled away breathlessly and nodded at him with a resolute look on her face, “Okay, let’s do this.” She turned to knock on the door.

The door had barely opened before a huge man had reached out on the landing and grabbed Marinette in a bear hug. The man was so large, Jason couldn’t even see Marinette anymore. “Sweetheart! It is so great to see you. Oh! Who is this dear?”

“Papa, remember I said I was bringing someone for you to meet? This is Jason. Jason, these are my parents, Tom Dupain and Sabine Cheng,” she said indicating her father who was still holding her close and her mother who Jason couldn’t see behind Tom.

“Welcome to our home, Jason,” Tom said with a wide, welcoming smile.

“You might need to move so they can get in dear,” Sabine commented with a kind smile.

“Of course, of course. Sorry. Please come in,” he moved to the side and made a sweeping motion welcoming them into the apartment.”

“Thank you, sir. It is very nice to meet both of you. Marinette speaks of you often.” Jason shook Tom’s had with a big smile. As he went to shake Sabine’s hand he noticed her flick her eyes up to his eyes from wherever she had been looking, a glare settling in her eyes.

“Yes, welcome, Jason. Funny, Marinette hasn’t mentioned you at all.” She said coolly.

Jason chuckled awkwardly, “Huh… how about that… uh…” He floundered for what to say next, but Sabine’s glare never wavered. Her eyes bore into him like they could see every secret he had, even the ones he tried to hide from himself. Every self-doubt, every insecurity, every failing that haunted him was exposed. Everything Marinette had been helping him to recover from was suddenly laid out for Sabine to examine and judge. Jason stood paralyzed under her stare until Marinette grabbed him what seemed like hours later and pulled him away from her mother.

“Come on, Jason. I’m dying to show you the view from my balcony. I’ve missed it so much since I’ve been away. You don’t mind, right Maman?” Marinette was pulling him up a set of stairs before her mother could give her “Of course not dear,” response.

Jason didn’t even take in what her childhood bedroom looked like before whipping around as soon as the door closed, “Okay you were right. Take off the ring, we’ll do it later.” He prompted her hurriedly motioning toward her hand.

“Oh, it’s already too late. She’s seen the ring. We’re committed to it now,” Marinette said direly.

“What? Why would you wear the ring?” he asked exasperated.

She gave him a deadpan look, waiting for him to come to his own conclusion.

“Why would you listen to me? You know better. And that glare! I feel like I’ve never done anything right in my entire life. How long was she glaring at me?”

“I think it was about 5 seconds before I could get to you,” she smiled sympathetically and cupped her hands around his face to stroke his cheeks. “She does that. It’ll be okay. I mean, I’m not going to lie it’s going to be really terrible for a little bit but then it’ll be like Miraculous Ladybug sweeping all the pain away. Also, it wasn’t my ring she saw.” She gave him a chaste kiss on the lips. “I love you, Jason Todd. They will too. They are scared for me right now because they don’t know you. But when they get to know you, they are going to be your biggest supporters, a second, and actually functioning, family for you.”

He let out a stressed sigh and pressed his forehead to hers. “I just don’t want to screw this up. And your mom is intimidating as hell.”

“You can’t screw this up. It isn’t possible. And yes, I know.” They heard Marinette’s mom calling to them that lunch was ready. “Relax. You’ve taken down crime lords, you can handle my parents.

“Something tells me I’m not allowed to just shoot them though.” He muttered under his breath. Marinette gave him an unamused look as she made her way toward the door. “What? I said ‘not allowed’.”

“Lunch smells amazing Maman and Papa. I’ve missed your cooking so much! I’m going to have to rub this in Adrien’s face tonight. He says hi, by the way. He was planning on stopping over tomorrow if that is okay.”

“That’s nice, dear. He knows he’s always welcome. All of your friends are,” she said pointedly, looking sharply over to Jason.

“Thank you so much for letting me tag along with Marinette. I am really glad to finally meet you after everything I’ve heard about you from her.” Jason tried to lighten the heavy mood with pleasantries, but Marinette’s mom was not following the lighter tone. She seemed to have perfected the art of a biting remark with a smile. She would do wonderfully at one of their Galas.

“Of course, sweetie. So, how did you two meet?”

“We meet at a coffee shop. We started talking and… here we are,” he faltered. They hadn’t actually discussed how they were going to tell her parents and he figured she would want to be the one to say it.

“Well, we are really glad to meet you. You must be really important to Marinette if she brought you home.” Tom offered only scowling slightly.

“He is Papa. He is really important to me,” she paused to take a deep breath and look to Jason who gave her an encouraging nod before reaching for her hand to entwine their fingers. “He is so important to me that we decided to get married a few weeks ago. We’re married. He’s my husband,” she said quietly holding up her left hand to show her ring.

Tom sucked in a breath but Sabine’s eyes went steely. “I see,” she said in a deceptively calm voice.

“Sweetheart, are you… are you sure that was the wisest decision?” Tom hedged tentatively.

“I am, Papa. We know it was sudden and impulsive, but we know what we’re doing. It might not look like it, but we do. We love each other, but we know that isn’t enough,” she looked over to look into Jason’s loving eyes. “We know we are going to have to work at it and we are ready to do that.”

Marinette’s father opened his mouth but before he could say anything Jason continued where Marinette left off, “We know it is going to be hard at times and we’re not fully prepared for whatever is coming, but we are ready to fight for it, together. We want a future together. We want a family together, at some point, when Marinette is ready, little kids with Marinette’s eyes and creativity and my hair and determination, or my eyes and her smile,” his eyes softened as he spoke about their future children. Marinette grinned at the future children he pictured. They had never spoken about kids and it was warming her hear to hear his vision.

“I know you’re worried about me and this was a huge surprise to spring on you out of nowhere and for that I am truly sorry, but… but you need to trust me that this is what is best for me.” Marinette added timidly.

Her parents looked at one another in silent conversation for a while before turning back to Marinette and Jason. Sabine reached across the table for Marinette’s hand, “Okay dear. If this makes you happy, then we are happy for you.” She was smiling at the two of them but the smile was cautious, uncertain.

“Welcome to the family, son,” Marinette’s papa said standing with a strained smile to give Jason another bone crushing hug. “We’re so glad to see our little girl happy again and if you were the one to do it, then we are beyond happy to have you in our lives.”

The lunch continued as Marinette’s parents asked questions about Jason and his history. After lunch they kept talking about Gotham and Marinette’s career and Jason’s family. A few hours later, Marinette and Jason were finally able to take a few moments for themselves to recover from the stress of the earlier reveal. They were enjoying the view from her balcony, Marinette was reveling in the feeling of Jason’s arms wrapped comfortingly around her and the steady rise and fall of his chest against her back as he breathed. “I don’t think I’d mind just staying here like this for the rest of the night,” she said quietly as she melted into his embrace.

Jason leaned down to kiss her temple. “It’s just your friends though, right? That one should be easier, shouldn’t it? Less stressful? Then we can go back to the hotel and just lay down wrapped up in each other’s arms for a while.”

Marinette winced slightly, “God that sounds amazing. Yeah, tonight should be less stressful but… you brought your Kevlar vest right? You might need it, Kim is going to be there.”

Jason chuckled lightly, “Sounds like my kind of people. I should fit right in.”

Marinette hummed at him “I think you…” before she could finish her sentence Sabine made her presence known. “Marinette, sweetie, your father wanted you to pick what you wanted to take over to Luka’s house.”

“Okay, Maman.” She looked over to Jason with a raised brow asking him if he was okay or if he wanted her to get him out as Sabine made her way onto the balcony. Jason smiled at her and nodded toward the door, reassuring her he would be fine. His wife’s mother wanted to have a talk with him and she deserved to have her say.

“I’ll be right back,” she said, looking at Jason to reassure him that she wouldn’t be gone long and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

Once she left, Jason looked to Sabine waiting for her to start the conversation. When she continued to silently watch the sun makes its way toward setting Jason started getting uncomfortable. Finally after a few minutes, Jason decided to break the awkward silence. “You have a beautiful view, Mrs. Cheng. A beautiful home as well.”

“Sabine, please. You’re a part of our family now after all,” she said kindly but with an edge to her voice.

“Sabine, thank you. And thank you for being so calm about this… about us. Marinette has been panicking about telling you since we got married. She is really terrified about disappointing you. I know this must have been a shock and hard to accept for you.”

“It is. You have to understand, it’s nothing personal, but she will always be our baby and we just want what’s best for her. This is an unknown, you are an unknown so we aren’t sure how to react yet.”

“I do understand. I don’t take it personally. And I fully understand wanting to protect Marinette. I’m not going to try to force you to like me. I’m just happy Marinette is happy and doesn’t feel like she disappointed you.”

Sabine watched him for a few moments. “I can see the way you two look at each other and I can see how much you two love each other. But I can see something else.” He raised his brow at her. “I can see the way you need each other. I want to make sure you aren’t just using each other.”

Jason sucked in a breath and glanced away. That was not the observation he had been expecting. He didn’t think either of them was that obvious about how they interacted. He looked back to her, impressed with her insight. “You’re very observant. We are using each other… but that isn’t necessarily a bad thing. We both offer something the other needs. But neither of us is willing to take more than the other can give,” he reassured her. “And we really do love each other. We want the other to be better, to be happy. We rely on each other and we need each other but, isn’t that the way marriage is supposed to be? I mean, I don’t have very many models of a good marriage… or any, honestly, but that’s the way Marinette describes it. And that is what I want, a happy, healthy marriage. But more than that, I want her to be happy. I’m not going to do anything that will cause her more pain.”

Sabine’s eyes softened as she gazed at him. “I think she was right… about marriage and about you,” she reached up to pat him on his cheek. “I’m glad you found somebody who helps make you feel complete. I’m glad you both did. Do you mind if I give you a hug?”

Jason shook his head, too dazed to use words. “Here, let me just…” He knelt down so he was closer to her height, “There. That’s better.”

“Ah, I see it now.” She smiled as she hugged him with a gentle but firm hug, making him feel like he was welcome and accepted.

“What’s that?” he pulled back curiously.

“Why my daughter fell in love with you. She always did appreciate a smartass.” Jason barked out another laugh and hugged her again.

Marinette popped her head through the trapdoor. “Well that seemed to have gone well.”

“It did, sweetie. Now, you guys better hurry or you’re going to be late for your party. But I want you guys here for brunch tomorrow with the wedding pictures.” Sabine said with a smile, leaving the two to prepare for their next confrontation. “Oh, and dear?” she called back before disappearing through the trap door.

“Yes, Maman?”

“This family you guys want to start, I’m won’t be finding out about it after the child is born, right?” she asked with a calculating smile.

“No, Maman.”

“Jason?” she prompted him.

“No, Ma’am… uh, Sabine.”

“Good. Just making sure dear. Now, have fun tonight kids.” She said with saccharine sweetness.

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The party seemed to already be in full swing as Jason and Marinette approached Luka’s new houseboat. They could hear the music and laughter from a block away. “Just a quiet, little, friendly get together, huh?” he asked with a raised brow.

“Yep. Just like your quiet, little, friendly family dinners. It should be a familiar environment. You okay with it?”

“No, I mean, no, it isn’t a problem. I’m definitely not complaining. I like this better. More witnesses if someone does something.”

“That’s cute. You think we don’t cover for each other,” she gave him a wicked smile, dragging her finger along his jaw before walking ahead of him, swinging her hips for him.

“Oh, you’re in for it,” he laughed, running up behind her, picking her up, and throwing her over his shoulder without slowing down.

“Hey,” she squawked at him, laughing uncontrollably. “Let me down, you big goof.”

“Huh. Did you hear something?” he said confused spinning around and getting smacked by the bag of pastries she was carrying. “I could have sworn I heard something. Nope nothing there.”

“Jason!” Marinette called slapping his firm ass.

“Oh! There. I heard it again,” he grinned suddenly switching the direction he was spinning getting smacked by the bag on the other side.

“You are such an asshole. You’re going to ruin the pastries,” she laughed even harder.

“Ah, it must be my loving wife,” he said setting her down in front of him with a loving smile. “I would recognize that description of me anywhere.”

She huffed in mock annoyance at him, “Why do I put up with you?”

“Hmmm,” he hummed moving his face closer to hers and letting his hands roam up and down her sides, pleased with the contented sighs she let out. “My charm, my amazing personality, my devilishly good looks, I believe. Plus, I’m the only one who could survive the coming onslaught that is your friends.”

She smiled comfortingly at him, “Don’t worry, my friends are going to love you. I mean, don’t get me wrong, they’re going to threaten you, but after that, they’re going to love you.”

He rolled his eyes, “Why is it everyone you know is coming up and threatening me if I ever hurt you but everyone I know is… also coming up and threatening me if I ever hurt you?”

“Because they think I can’t defend myself,” she shrugged.

“Have you ever thought about telling them who you are? So they know you can defend yourself? I mean, not everyone but a few people you trust.”

“No, I don’t think it’s that.” She looked down to consider how to word her thoughts. “It’s… it’s how we deal with things. You lash out. I take it out on myself. Everything I do only affects myself. I withdraw from people and things, I lose my appetite, I get more tired, I lose my passion for things. Those things don’t affect anyone else, at least not directly. But you lash out. You yell, you hit, you get drunk and say cruel things, you try to hurt them as much as you’re hurting. It… the way we deal with things, makes me look weak and you look dangerous.”

He looked at her with sad eyes. She was right and he felt comforted knowing she knew him so well, but it also upset him that she was right. That is how he responds to negative things but he never wanted her to experience it firsthand. “I don’t ever want to do that to you. I won’t ever hurt you,” he promised sincerely.

“You will. And I’ll hurt you. We won’t mean to, but we will. But we’re going to talk about it, right? Instead of brooding or detaching? We promised... and we’re fucking adults and that’s what adults do.” He chuckled but nodded, hugging her closely as if protecting her from their future fights. He pulled away just far enough to press his forehead to hers. “I love you, wife.”

“I love you, husband,” she looked up at him adoringly, wrapping her hands around the back of his neck.

“WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST HEAR?” they heard screamed from behind Jason.

Marinette and Jason froze, “Shit,” Marinette whispered out, peeking around Jason to see Alix standing close enough to have heard at least the last part of their conversation.

“You got married?” she exclaimed only slightly less loud this time.

“Uh, yeah. This is Jason… my husband.” Marinette awkwardly indicated Jason.

“When did you get married?” Alix asked hugging Marinette and eyeing Jason suspiciously.

“A few weeks ago.”

“Does Alya know?” Marinette’s pained expression was enough of an answer for Alix. “Shit. Well it was nice I got to see you again before your funeral. Good luck. Hand over the pastries. I don’t want them destroyed in the mauling. I get to be there when you tell her, right?”

“I’m telling her as soon as I get there,” Marinette nodded as she handed over the bag she was holding.

“Sweet. I’m sticking by you. This party is going to be more interesting than I thought it was going to be. Does Sunshine know?”

“Yeah. He was there… Don’t tell Alya that part,” Marinette added quickly.

“Oh God no. Two murders is enough for tonight. Well, let’s get to it. I’d like to dig into these pastries and get some drinking done tonight.”

“Thank you, Alix. It’s good to see you. What have you been up to?” They chatted amicably as they walked toward the boat. Marinette’s hand held tightly to Jason’s as she walked. She looked over her shoulder, giving him a tight lipped smile, betraying her nerves. A few friends called to her from the boat as she got close. She waved and called back to them with a genuine smile. As soon as she stepped foot on the deck there was a rush of people each trying to give her hugs and find out about her life in Gotham.

“Back off everyone. She needs to breathe,” Alix yelled at the crowd, causing them to back up a bit.

“Thanks,” Marinette whispered to her, smiling consolingly at her friends.

“And she needs to make an announcement,” Alix decreed with an evil smile.

“Bitch!” Marinette hissed at her.

“You reap what you sow. Shouldn’t have snuck off.” Alix smirked at her.

“I was supposed to tell Alya first,” she hissed through her teeth.

“Ohhh, yeah. Good point. My bad. Oh well, too late now,” Alix shrugged and stepped back so Marinette could take center stage.

Jason stepped up behind her and wrapped his hand around her waist to let her know he was there for her. She took a deep breath and gave a fake smile to her friends. “Everyone, I’d like to introduce you to Jason Todd… my husband.”

Everyone stared at them slack jawed for a few moments. The boat was so quiet they could hear the water slapping against the bow. Finally the quiet was broken by Adrien squeezing through and hugging Marinette and shaking Jason’s hand, “Good to see you guys! How are your parents? Jason, I’m so glad you made it. Max over there was just saying Shakespeare was overrated. We need your expertise, man. Well, no what I actually need is someone who knows what the fuck their talking about to destroy him.”

Marinette smiled gratefully at Adrien who just winked in response. “Go savage, man. Let the heathen have it,” Adrien encouraged, slinging his arm over Jason’s shoulders and gesturing to a man in glasses in front of them. Jason looked back to Marinette for confirmation. She nodded to him with a wry smile and leaned over to Alya who had finally made her way over to Marinette, “Watch this.” She grinned proudly as Jason proceeded to give a solid 5 minute literary critique of Shakespeare’s works, the prevalence of the themes he wrote about, and the effect he had not only on his time but on future writers.

“He’s passionate about Shakespeare.” Alya observed.

“Yeah. Our place is filled with classic literature. You should see him talk about Jane Austin,” Marinette looked down to her hands for a moment before softly saying, “I’m sorry, Alya. I wanted to tell you first, in person. It was very sudden.”

Alya nodded. “Does he make you happy?”

“Yes, very,” she nodded vigorously. “He makes me feel… again.” She looked over at Alya uncertainly.

Alya nodded again and looked away as Jason returned with a grin. “How did that feel?” Marinette asked with a knowing smile.

“That was awesome. I never get to geek out like that.” He said hugging her. “You must be Alya,” he held out his hand. “Marinette talks about you constantly. I feel like I know so much about you already.”

“So how did you meet? When did you know you needed to get married?” Alya nodded her head in acknowledgement as Kagami joined them.

“We met when she kicked someone’s ass and I knew I needed to marry her when she handed Batman’s ass to him in a verbal smack down for the ages after he interrupted our date.” He grinned proudly down at Marinette.

“Marinette!” Kagami chastised her as Alya smacked her in the chest.

“It was the second time our date had been interrupted! I was pissed. And he tried to pull that glare on me like I did something wrong.” Marinette defended herself.

“Ooh, that was a mistake.” Alya shook her head with a laugh.

“I know, right?”

“Marinette, can I speak with you a bit more privately? I have some concerns I’d like to address with you.” Kagami spoke sharply looking only at Marinette.

Marinette looked between Jason and Alya and for the second time they had a silent conversation about if he was okay with being left alone. He nodded to her and motioned for her to follow her friend.

As soon as they were out of earshot Alya started her shovel talk, staring directly in his eyes. “You understand that you are an exceptionally lucky man and you will never meet anyone as amazing as her again, right?”

“I do.” He nodded sincerely.

“And if you ever hurt her, there will be no place to hide.”

“I understand.”

Alya nodded at him but her eyes didn’t soften. “Okay. My girl has been miserable for a really long time. None of us know what caused it except Adrien, but we have our suspicions. She hasn’t allowed herself to feel anything, good or bad in years. But she finally looks happy. With you in her life, she finally seems back to her old self so…”

“So?”

Alya squinted at him and pursed her lips, “So, I will allow it. I will allow you to stay married to her. But if that changes, if she becomes suddenly unhappy, they will never find the body, understood?”

“Understood,” he nodded at her. “And just so you know, I think there’s a line now. I think you’re after Sabine, Adrien, and Fang, not to mention several members of my family.”

“Oh no, we work together. I do the tool supplying, Kagami does the killing, Sabine does the cutting up, Adrien does the feeding, Fang does the eating, Kim does the alibiing, and Max does the cover up. If your family wants to get involved, we can assign jobs.”

Jason looked at her curiously, “Should I be concerned that you seem to have thought this through?”

“Not if you treat her right.” Alya gave him a pointed look.

“Which one is Kagami? I don’t think I’ve seen her yet.” He scanned the crowd.

“That’s her skill. You won’t see her coming,” she sent him a devilish smile before pointing to a woman leaning against the balcony railing having a serious conversation with Marinette, “Kagami was the one that was over here earlier, the one that currently is interrogating Marinette. You’re lucky I’m the one doing this and not her. She still might actually, but she should know I’ve already done it. I’m higher in the hierarchy.”

“There’s a hierarchy?” he looked at her with a raised brow.

“You think you’re the first one to get this talk? We protect our friends and we all know who gets to give the talk to who’s significant other and who is second up in case that person is unavailable. In most of these scenarios, Marinette is the one doing the digging. We don’t usually have the option of Fang. You didn’t wet your pants so you’re doing better than most of the significant others.”

“Thanks. Have you ever had to enact it?”

“Not that anyone has been able to prove.” She shot him a finger gun and a wink.

“Hey, new guy! You look like you’re in shape. You’re getting in on this, come on.” A large man with frosted tips tugged him to one of the ship’s two masts. Jason looked back at Alya who just gave him a thumbs up. “It’s a race to the top. Whoever sits on their mast first gets a prize.” The man announced excitedly.

“What’s the prize?”

“If you win, we let you stay married to my little sister.”

“I’m not your sister,” Marinette yelled from her spot at the railing.

“She says such hurtful things,” Kim mock whispered to Jason, his hand held sadly against his chest. “If I win, you buy the alcohol at the next party.” Jason nodded at him and looked over to Marinette with a wink.

“Winning this one for you, Pixie.” He gave her a dashing grin and a wink.

“Show ‘em what you got, Red. Mulan that bitch.” Marinette yelled back.

Marinette looked over as Adrien threw his arm around her shoulder, eyeing him suspiciously, “Hey, awfully convenient you guys were talking about Shakespeare when we got here.”

“Awfully wasn’t it. Couldn’t get Max talking about anything else.” Adrien shrugged with a false nonchalance.

“Right, classic lit. Max’s favorite subject,” she rolled her eyes. “Thank you.”

He gave her a tight side hug. “Don’t know what you’re talking about, Bug.” He shifted his focus to the center of the boat as Jason and Kim’s race started. He soon doubled over laughing as Kim slipped and fell from about half way up the mast all the way back to the deck, landing on his ass with a thump, followed almost immediately by Jason losing his footing and smacking his face against the mast but managing to keep his lead. “You married that. That’s yours now. You own that.”

“Yeah, but have you seen him without his shirt on?” he shook his head. She looked back with adoring eyes and a wicked smile at her amazing husband, engaging in dumbass challenges with her friends, “Worth it.”

Covert Pregnancy

#maribat #jasonette #Covert Jasonette

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I’m an idiot

Pairing: Sirius Black x Slytherin!Reader

Summary: Sirius stops talking to you, his childhood bestfriend when you get sorted in Slytherin.

Warnings: Insecurities, mentions of blood and passing out.

Word Count: 2,830

You were patrolling through the corridors on your nightly duties when you heard shouts. You hasted along the path trying to find the source. Avery, Mulciber and Snape were dueling Remus. He was terribly outnumbered but you could still see how good he was. Mulciber cast a stinging hex that finally send him to his knees.

“Expelliamus!” you shouted, catching all their wands.

“Going against your own house, (Y/l/n)?” Avery sneered.

“I think everyone very well knows I am not big on house disparity. You’ll get your wands back from Slughorn. So, go before I decide to blame this thing entirely on you.”

Mulciber was going to protest, but Snape put an arm around him taking them away. You turned to see Remus bleeding profusely. You quickly performed some basic first aid healing procedures.

“Are you okay?” you tried to ask him. He was dizzy, and mumbled something incoherent. “I am going to take you to the hospital wing, hmm? Just try to stay with me.”

You performed some charms and carried him to the nurse. She took one look at him and made you immediately lay him on a bed. You were thankful she didn’t fuss a lot.

“What happened?” she asked after patching him up.

“Some bullies. I saw him and bought him to you. I don’t know everything.” You said as you watched Remus slowly gain conscious. Just then, Sirius and Potter who you knew to be his friends entered the room.

“Moony are you alright? Shit! Those are bad wounds.” Potter said sitting near his bed.

“You should give him some time, he’s barely awake.” You said softly.

Sirius watched you intensely making you gulp. Turning to the nurse, you told her you needed to leave soon and got out of the infirmary ignoring his gaze. You were used to it by now. He hated you. He hated you for being a pureblood and a Slytherin. As if that warranted enough to judge your character.

The two of you used to be best friends. Your parents were highly trained aurors, one of the very best and highly esteemed in the ministry. They had come from a long line of wizards from several parts of the world. As a result, they were invited to every party or ball held by the important households of the wizarding society. It was known that your family did not support the pureblood mania. Still, they were welcomed warmly or people pretended to be pleased to meet them at every gathering. They always took you too, refusing to keep a nanny to look over you. As a result, you met the very regal Black brothers.

You three soon became very good friends telling each other everything. You’d seen Sirius and Regulus grow up along with you. You remembered chasing each other around the Black manor.

“Sirius stoppppp!!” you said as you rolled out laughing making you both fall in the progress.

“(Y/n)! come on we can’t let him win” Regulus tried to pick you up as Sirius snorted and tickled you to death.

You had become as close as family. Sirius, Regulus and you would tell each other your deepest secrets. They would tell you about the tortures they went through at home and you remembered begging your parents to take them with you. Your parents could only provide much help against the renowned Black family. You and Sirius had sat together and discussed how you would be best friends throughout your years at Hogwarts stepping up against people like his parents, becoming aurors. The two of you thought that you would never part ways, but looking back you knew you were the only one who thought as such. Because the moment you were sorted into Slytherin was the moment he stopped talking to you. You remembered chasing after him, writing him letters only for him to tear them apart before your own eyes. Somewhere between him pranking you in the Great Hall, embarrassing you making you cry yourself into the night; you had come to the conclusion you should have long ago. He was not your friend. Never was.

This hadn’t come along easily, because every time you would see him; you would remember the time you both spent together and your resolve would break. You would sometimes see him in classes with his newfound, loud friends and your heart would overcome with jealousy. He laughed and joked around with them not even sparing you a glance. It felt like there was some big hole in your heart and you missed it, terribly. You used to think, he’s so happy without me. He doesn’t need me anymore. And every single time, when you walked through the corridors alone seeing him ahead somewhere in his own world; all you could think was did what was it you did wrong. What was so wrong with you that he could no longer stand being next to you. Did he only ever talk to you because he had no one else?

It took you months to make friends because all you could think about was your childhood bestie. About 2 years to dull the throb that took your heart whenever you saw him, because how do you ever forget a person you once loved? During summer, Sirius never saw you. He either ignored your presence or remained stuck up in his room. Regulus and you having exchanged letters throughout your first year was just as perplexed as you were. He told you how Sirius hadn’t even talked to him properly once he returned. You had tried, really really tried to stop the threatening tears but Regulus sat beside you in a second and said- “Hey I’m not my brother. I would never leave you. I promise, even if my parents send me to a different school.” And you had cried. For the first time in your life you had cried in front of someone. You sat there weeping as Regulus held you.

Years passed and you found your own little group. Regulus stayed true to his word. He was the best friend you needed when you were at your worst. Your other best friend, (Y/f/n) was there for you through the light and dark times. You found yourself being content, even though the hole Sirius left was never filled, you almost never found yourself craving it. It was simple. Sirius did not talk to you and you didn’t him.

***

You were sitting in the library going through some books for homework when you heard a cough behind you. You turned to see Remus awkwardly smiling at you.

“I-er wanted to thank you for yesterday.” Remus said.

“It was my duty, but okay you are welcome.” You said off-handedly as you continued your work.

“I didn’t even say it.” Remus said smiling.

“Well,” you said finally looking at him. “I understand that you were going to. I just thought your friend wouldn’t like you talking to a Slytherin.”

“Oh. He won’t come here. He is busy with some prank.” Remus said.

You raised your eyebrow and Remus's eyes widened.

“I- mean I don’t – I-“ Remus stuttered. You sighed.

“It’s okay Remus. We all break rules. Even though we are prefects.” You said making Remus relax.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Runes essay. God! This one’s tough.” You said rubbing your temple.

“Oh I completed that long ago. Let me help.” Remus said plopping down beside you.

“Why would you want to help me?” you asked.

“Consider it a payback.”

You spent hours in the library with Remus. He was intelligent and funny. He helped you with runes; the one subject you loved but had problems with. You found your walls breaking easily around him. you joked, you laughed and you completed all your work. You were brought to reality when Sirius and Potter came around. He was Sirius’s best friend. You would never be friends with him. Sirius frowned as he saw you. Of course! He wants you to be away from his friends.

“Oh hey guys! I was just leaving!” Remus said picking up his things. You smiled at him.

“It was nice studying with you.” He said turning.

“You too.” You said as you tried really hard not to look at Sirius who was watching your every move.

As you got to your dorm, you shook yourself. Why was it so damn hard to forget him? His eyes, his laugh that attracted you like a magnet? Why couldn’t you stop wishing for him to talk to you if only it was for a moment?

Over the next few weeks, Remus surprised you. He studied with you in the library when he wasn’t tutoring people. There was something about him that made you comfortable. You joked around easily becoming friends with him; even though you thought it could never happen. You met James sometimes; and loved his goofy personality. You had also seen Peter; whom you couldn’t get much. Everyone basically, except him. The boy who had made you go through the most extremist of emotions.The one boy who you thought knew you like no other.

***

It was hard. It was really hard. Sirius saw (Y/n) almost every other day chattering with Remus or James or Peter. Just not him. He wanted to talk to her. But he did not know how. What would he say? The guilt of treating her like shit ate him alive. He was an idiot for letting his best friend go. He could only imagine how much (Y/n) must hate him. He was stupid. So stupid. All he remembered was her happily hopping towards the Slytherin table and shaking hands with Malfoy. The same Malfoy he hated the guts of. He had thought then that she was just like his family, forgetting every single moment he spent with her. Every single thing she told him about herself.

When he realized his mistake, he was too late. He did not know how to go to talk to her, tell her how sorry he was. It became a habit. Pretending to ignore (Y/n). Even though his heart crushed every single time she walked by. He wanted one chance. Just one more letter. Just one more attempt by her to talk to him. Just one sign that she hadn’t lost hope on him. He whispered into the depths of the night for her not to lose hope on him . Wished upon every single power of earth, remembering how (Y/n) believed in energies and spirits. But it didn’t happen. She forgot about him. The thought made his insides churn and he cried himself into the night thinking about it.

It was like being so close to her yet so far away. He would hear Remus or James talking about her, and all he could think was she hasn’t changed. He craved it, craved her. He would see her in the great hall with him brother and his stomach would twist. He would be transported back to his childhood, when he held her soft hand telling her how she was the greatest friend he could wish for. Running after (Y/n) and Regulus, promising himself to protect them with his life. A promise he broke. And he would never forget himself for it.

***

It was a study session. You, Remus, James, Peter and Sirius were sitting together chattering away. Sirius didn’t know why his heart raced. He was hyper-aware of sitting so close to you for the first time in years. It was a cursed blessing. He got to hear you, remember how you used to be like; but you didn’t so much look at him.

Peter had gone to get some snacks along with Remus. James had seen Lily and went to *charm* her. He was alone with her for the first time since he didn’t remember how long. Sirius looked at you. Were you always this beautiful? He wanted to say something. But what should he?

You picked up your bag and tried to leave. Sirius’s heart twisted.

“You cannot be alone with me even for a moment?” he said in a small voice.

(Y/n)’s head whipped towards him and her eyes widened.

“What?”

“Do you hate me so much that you cannot stand me even for a minute?”

“Shouldn’t I be the one asking this?” you snapped. It felt like everything you had buried long ago would spill. So, you stayed silent. Even though there were a whirlwind of questions that passed your minds. None of you said anything. You sucked in a deep breath.

“Why, Sirius? Why did you stop talking to me?” You said at last.

“Because I was an idiot. And stupid. I thought you would end up just like my parents.” Sirius said letting out a bitter laugh. You opened and closed your mouth several times not knowing what to say.

“I realized when it was too late. I- I didn’t know how to come up to you and apologise. For ignoring you. For treating you like a stranger. For tearing the letters you sent.” Sirius let out a shaky breath as tears prickled his eyes. “You loved writing letters. You always forgot something or the other you wanted to say and you wrote beautifully. I am sorry.” He sniffed.

“What are you talking about? Huh? You were the one who played that prank on me. You were-“

“The prank was on Snivellous. Not on you. You got at the place in the last moment. I wanted to tell you but you didn’t come out of your dorm for days.”

“You could have written me a letter.” you stated angrily.

“Never said I wasn’t an idiot.”

“What about Reg?” you demanded.

“My parents. They didn’t like me at all when I returned. Not that they did before. They punished me. If I talked to him, they would have done the same to him. It was better being the model child than a rebel like me.”

You both fell silent again.

“Why?” (Y/n) asked.

“I- I- It“ Sirius began, but was interrupted as Remus and Peter came back.

“Where’s James?” Remus asked.

“Chasing after Lily” he said with a forced smile.

***

Your head pounded when you reached your dorm. Sirius was sorry? It just felt to much. Just as you were ready to plop in and sleep you noticed a letter on your nightstand. Curious you opened it.

Dear (Y/n),

I never got to finish. I just want to tell you that this is in no way a plea for you to forgive me. I don’t deserve that. I am sorry. For everything. For acting like a asshole, even though you were the greatest friend I could ever have. For breaking god knows how many promises I made to you. I sometimes feel like if I wouldn’t say these things to you soon, I would burst. Because I wronged the one person who loved me like no other. God! I don’t even know whether you’ll read this. But if you are, I’m a pathetic person, you shouldn’t have had to go through me. I’m sorry you did.

Sirius.

You sighed.

***

Over the next few week, Sirius plucked courage to talk to you. Not much, neither of you dared to mention the beautiful forgotten friendship. He asked you how your day was, whether you ate. And that somehow was enough. Enough to make the two of you smile. You were confused, and still didn’t trust him. Sirius knew it and tried his best to mend things. You were awed at the little things he did for you. Saving you some food, when you were late to class; helping you with your week subjects, leaving random flowers pressed in your books. And you slowly started to give in.

***

It was Christmas eve and you had decided to stay back since your parents were travelling. You got up early to open your presents. Your parents had gifted you some paints from their tour. Reg and Remus a huge collection of sweets. James a huge bottle of firewhiskey which made you laugh. Sirius- Sirius had given you a book. Not just any book. Your favourite book. The very first edition and signed by the author. You grasped opening it. You could only imagine what must he have gone through to get it for you. How could he remember it? Your favourite book from when you were merely 10.

You ran. You ran overwhelmed with emotions that crushed you. You couldn’t bring yourself to care that this was the same person who ignored you. You knocked on the boys dorm. They muttered Christmas greetings but all you could see was Sirius. Standing there oblivious of torture he was making you go through. You pulled him into a bone crushing hug. Sirius’s heart paced. You were hugging him! He held onto you as his only lifeline.

“You’re an idiot.” You sniffed.

“I am an idiot.” Sirius repeated.

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Community Blowback

Fandom: Misfits, Nathan Young x Original Character

Summary: When Mel Albright, a low-life stoner with a heart of gold, ends up on community service, she assumes it’s just another thing in a line of mishaps that is her life. Will the aftermath of a freak storm and the help of a green eyed idiot show her that maybe things being fucked up aren’t always that bad after all?

Masterlist

- Follows the events of the e4 show, Misfits, with slight cannon divergence.

A/N: Completely different OC than the one from the piece I posted the other day. Mel is my main OC that I love, and I wanted to start writing some one-shots to post about her and Nathan, and I wasn’t sure how to introduce her, so I went ahead and posted my baby. Enjoy! (special thanks to @seanfalco for being my first reader and always supporting me 😭)

Chapter One: New Day, New Bullshit

Word Count: 5.1k

Warnings: none in addition to canon compliant ones such as blood, death, drug use, and offensive humor. all of my writing is probably going to have swearing in it.

Bullshit. Total Bullshit. My mum fucks up my entire childhood, and I’m the one with the criminal record for trying to protect her. Great. Just fantastic. I thought as I swung open the door to the community center. Fucking community service, taking up my time, that I could be doing literally anything other than this.

There was only one other person there, a boy with short brown hair and blue eyes, sitting by himself, motioning his phone around the room. I plopped down in a chair on the opposite side of the lobby near a vending machine. Another boy entered the room. He looked vaguely familiar. Maybe I'd gone to school with him or something. Two more girls showed up, and soon after a large man wearing a name badge left the office.

"I'm Tony, and I'll be-" the door swung open, "Sorry I'm late!" an Irish accent bounced against the walls of the community center and we all turned to look towards who it came from. Pretty Cute. was my first thought. Hair full of curls. Lanky build. Yeah, he was cute, but so was the other guy. After I'd decided I didn't know if I knew the other guy or not, I did decide he was pretty hot. Very nice muscles. None of them were ugly, not even the one sitting by himself. I knew what it was like to be a loner, so I figured if I had a chance with any of them it'd probably be him. Wait why am I thinking about this? Everyone here has a criminal record. Just stop. I cursed my dumb brain and it's stupid way of assessing people. I had no problem developing crushes, but I'd never do anything about them. Probably best in this situation. I didn't know what any of them had done.

"Anyway," Tony continued, "I'm going to b-" the door aggressively whipped open as another guy came in. Not near as chipper as the other one. Tony balled his fists, seeming like he didn't like being interrupted, "You know what, when I call your name just come get your jumpsuit. If it's too small, I'll try to find another one. If it's too big, deal with it!"

I made a mental note of their names: Gary, Kelly, Simon, Alisha, Curtis, and Nathan.

He told us where the locker room was and we all filed in. I wasn't crazy about the fact the room was unisex, but I had an undershirt on, it was fine. I had just about buttoned it as much as I wanted it when a weird squeaking sound came from behind me.

"What are you doing that for?" a particularly chavish, northern accent said.

"Just for a bit of a laugh," the Irish one, Nathan, responded. I turned and saw he scribbled the pay out of "community payback" and turned it into "community blowback" with a little smiley face in the o. I thought the smiley face was a nice touch. If they didn't want young offenders vandalizing their uniforms, they probably shouldn't have left magic markers lying around.

I followed the others outside and leaned up against the railing as the probation worker went on about making a difference and being worth something. Waste of my fucking time. I was staring off into space when a phone rang and brought my attention back to the group. The probation worker tried to continue as Alisha kept talking on her phone. Then chaos ensued as everyone talked over each other, and right after that a fight tried to break out as the probation worker separated Gary, who seriously had some anger management issues from Nathan, the cheeky one who kept taking the piss. Nathan was throwing his arms around like an idiot, while Gary looked like he could probably kill him. The probation worker, Tony, somehow got Gary to calm down and instructed us to grab some paint and cover up the ugly, vandalized benches.

I found my way to the middle bench with Kelly the one with the accent from earlier, and Nathan. At least he was nice to look at, and I wasn’t too keen on being too near Gary. I thought about joining Alisha and Curtis. Curtis made it vocal earlier that he didn't deserve to be here. I’d have that in common with him, but I saw the way she was looking at him. I hadn’t had her figured out yet, so I didn’t want to barge in on her territory.

Not five minutes in, Gary ended up kicking a paint can into the water and leaving the area after he kicked a shopping cart too. With him gone, I moved over to the bench with the only other person who wasn’t running their mouth earlier, Simon. If he kept it that way, we’d get along fine.

“Lemme guess, shoplifting,” Nathan began to bother Kelly, “no?”

“Don’t act like you know me cos you don’t,” she responded.

“I’m just making conversation,” he said, then going on some spiel about networking with young offenders, “C’mon what’d you do?” He asked her. I kept my eyes on the bench, but I couldn’t help but overhear. I was kind of curious of how everyone ended up here, but it wasn’t my business, so I wasn’t about to go around asking.

“A girl called me a slag so I got in a fight,” she said. Typical.

“Was this on the Jeremy Kyle show?” He asked and I snickered, hoping nobody noticed.

“No, it was at Argos.”

“Argos… You know what you should’ve done is get one of those little pens they have and jabbed it in her eye.” He responded.

“What about you, weird kid?” He said and I looked up. It took me a second to realize he wasn’t referring to me but the boy next to me.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but you look like a panty-sniffer.” Jesus. I went back to focusing on the bench.

“I’m not a panty-sniffer. I’m not a pervert,” Simon said. Nathan starting making weird noises, so I looked to see him pretending to wank off the paint brush. Any sense of attraction I had from his looks disappeared.

“I tried to burn someone’s house down!” Simon responded to the teasing, and Nathan let out a high pitched ‘fuuu.’ I laughed.

“What?” He directed at me, “You burn someone’s house down too? I haven’t heard a peep out of you. Maybe you’re the panty-sniffer.”

I narrowed my eyes at him, “No… I kneed my mother’s husband in the bollocks because I didn’t like how he treated her. Don’t let yourself be next.” I rolled my eyes.

“Alright, alright, Jaysus.” He walked back over to his bench.

“What did you do?” Kelly asked.

“Me? I was done for eating some pick n mix,” he responded.

“Bollocks” she said. Yeah probably, but again, it really wasn’t anyone’s business.

I looked up at the sky as the thunder started to roll, a dark cloud approaching.

“What is going on with this weather?” Nathan asked. To who? I don't know. I was starting to believe he just liked to hear himself speak. The probation worker showed back up and started questioning how we screwed up painting benches.

“It wasn’t us,” I started, “It w-" I screamed as I got cut off by a giant piece of ice destroying the car behind him.

“That’s my car,” Tony said in disbelief.

“Ha classic,” Nathan said before another giant piece of hail flew into the water, not five feet from my head.

“SHIT,” I yelled.

“Alright, I’m a little bit freaked out!” A complete change in attitude out of Nathan.

“What is that?!” Alisha motioned towards the sky while Simon filmed it with his cellphone. I looked and the cloud from earlier had doubled or tripled in size and gotten much darker. Another piece of ice exploded a dumpster.

“What is going on here? Move!”

“Ruuuun”

And so we ran with great panic to get inside, many things being destroyed around us. Hail was pelting us as it poured down. When we finally got to the door, of course it was locked. We were all screaming at the probation worker to get it open, and then snapped when Alisha yelled, "Open the fucking door!”

“DON’T speak to me like that!”

And then everything went wonky. All of us flew into the air, screaming. I felt a zap through my body, and then we were on the ground again on our backs. Not dead. Surprisingly.

“I feel really weird,” Kelly said. I nodded in agreement.

“That’ll be the lightnin,” Curtis responded.

“A little reassurance might be nice, y’know, you’re fine, lookin good,” Nathan said. Yeah, he was never going to shut up I decided. Then the probation worker mumbled something that sounded vaguely like ‘wanker.’

“Did he just call me a wanker? Hey?! Hello!” Nathan continued, being his annoying self.

“Is everyone alright?” Tony said, seeming a little bit more normal than a second ago but not by much.

“We could’ve died you dick,” said Alisha.

“Are you alright?” Kelly said, “You’re actin like a freak.” She wasn’t wrong.

“Maybe we should call it a day,” he said. Gladly. I was more than ready to go home and nurse the headache that was beginning to form.

–––––

I rubbed my eyes, walking up to the community center. Agreeing to take closing at work because of community service may have been a bad idea, but it wasn’t like I had a ton of options. Opening my eyes back up, I noticed big red letters graffitied onto the community center. As I got closer they read clearer

“I’M GOING TO KILL YOU” Oh great. What a lovely good morning message. I stood up against the wall while Alisha stared at her phone.

“This is a joke. Did one of you do this?” Curtis accused.

“Don’t look at me cos I didn’t do it,” Kelly answered. Nathan wandered up to the group, “I’ll tell you who did it. It’s that Banksy prick. It has a hidden meaning. It’s like that monkey policeman with the banana and a Tesco’s bag.” What?

“Maybe someone wants to kill us,” Simon added.

“And why would anyone want to kill us,” Kelly responded, pretty much voicing my thoughts.

The probation worker showed up, made a stupid joke, then Alisha’s phone rang.

“Right! That’s it! All of you give me your phones!” I was starting to believe Tony’s anger problems rivaled Gary’s, and then I noticed Gary wasn’t there. Whatever. Not my problem.

“Are you allowed to take our phones?” Alisha asked before he snatched them up. I was wondering the same thing. I was already in shit with work for having to cut my hours in half, what if they needed to ask me to come in that night? The last thing I needed was more shit from my coworkers. The anti-social behavior part wasn’t the problem, it was the fact that my mother took me to fucking court. I reluctantly gave him my phone anyway.

We walked back to the locker room to get changed.

“Is he allowed to take our phones?” Nathan started, “He’s probably using them to call one of them sex lines.”

“Those sex lines will eat your credit,” Curtis responded.

“Call those a lot, do you?” Alisha joked. I think.

“He’s out there filming himself, on our phones, naked, masturbatin,” Nathan said, coming up with another scenario.

“If he is, you figure I could upload it to one of those sites and get some money off it?” I said.

“Of course not. That’s the thing about girls, man,” he said, turning towards Curtis, “they don’t get it. Nobody’s gonna pay for porn when it’s just out there for free. ‘Specially not of some big ole probation worker working his cock outside a community center.”

Curtis shook his head, “You know people do get money for that stuff? Why do you think there’s adverts all over the site?”

“Whatever. I just know we’d never see any of it,” Nathan responded.

“At least I could get a lawsuit out of it,” I mumbled.

“Now you’re talking,” he said, raising his eyebrows and putting his hand on my arm. His bare chest was still out. Yeah, he’s still cute. Possibly. Maybe.

"What was your name again?" He asked.

"Mel," I responded.

"As in Brooks?" He joked. I rolled my eyes.

"As in Melanie, thanks," I squinted at him.

"Riiiight," he said, continuing to get dressed.

“D’ya want some of this?” Alisha asked Curtis, motioning the joint in between her fingers at him.

“No, I’m good,” he responded.

“You?” She gestured to me.

“Yeah,” I took it from her and took a good long drag and leaned up against the lockers with my eyes closed as I blew it out. I’d need more than this to get me through the day, but at least it was something.

I opened my eyes as I felt someone take it from my fingers and saw Nathan smoking it in front of me.

“Hey! I wasn’t done with that,” I sneered at him.

“If you want it, come and get it!” He said as he ran out of the locker room. What the hell? I chased him and he finished the joint and threw it over his shoulder.

Dickhead.

Alisha and Curtis shamelessly flirted as I tried to scrub the letters. I was kind of perturbed by the fact that Alisha wasn’t doing shit, but she had a point. This wasn’t coming off anytime soon, and the job felt kind of pointless.

“You know after the storm? Did any of you’s feel like dead weird?” Kelly asked the group. I mean yeah, I thought, looking back towards the letters while Nathan said some dumb bullshit. We all did, right? But then things were fine at work. I looked up to see Kelly looking at me. Why is she looking at me?

She quickly turned to Simon, “What did you feel weird?” She asked him.

“What you don’t want to hear about my anus?!” Nathan responded.

“Do you really need to ask a question?” Curtis snapped back at him. Nathan gave him a stupid little grin that was really cute. No, not cute. Kind of cute?

“Something happened,” Simon started.

“What’s that? Squeak up!” Nathan teased. Not cute. Wanker.

I went back to scrubbing and ignored the rest of them until Nathan fell into me after Kelly pushed him and the water from the bucket got all over my lower half. Yeah, he deserved a shove but not at my expense.

“What was that for?!” Nathan exclaimed as Kelly stormed off.

“You want me to help you dry off?” He said to me, glancing down my body, before I shoved him back the other way and went to sit on the other side of the table where Alisha was.

“What’s with all the pushin?! Jesus.”

We eventually went back inside after the unanimous decision that that shit wasn’t coming off. I went back into the locker room to find my box of cigarettes. Alisha took to the mirror. It seemed like she did that a lot. She reapplied her lip gloss, “Curtis is well fit, yeah?” She asked/told me.

I shrugged, “Yeah, I guess.” I mean he was, but I wasn’t totally thrilled to be having that conversation.

“You guess? What’s that supposed to mean?” She half laughed, “He totally wants to shag me,” she said. What am I supposed to say to that? I took a couple cigs out of the box and lit one and put the other in my pocket. I’m gonna have to smoke this whole box to get through the day... but I won’t, I thought as I put it back in my locker. I hesitated before putting them back up. I smoked both of the cigarettes before throwing my lighter in my pocket and leaving the locker room to see Nathan absolutely assaulting a vending machine.

“D’ya need 50p because I’ve got it if you want it?,” I told him sitting down on the weird blue seats on the other side of the little hallway.

“No, I’ve got it… got it, yeah!” He said. “Two for one,” he offered me the other one, and I took it. Peace offering for stealing that joint from me this morning. Even though it wasn’t mine to begin with.

Nathan and Alisha started ganging up on Curtis, and I laid down against the seat, trying to ignore them. I jumped as Curtis launched himself at Nathan. I sat up. Day two and he’s already almost got his arse kicked twice. Maybe I should keep count. Curtis backed off and I opened my cola.

“D’ya wanna know what I got done for?” Alisha asked.

“Not really,” Nathan responded. Alisha shot him a look and told us anyway.

She launched into some story about a party that I couldn’t care about.

“That’s when the police pull us over… I’m already banned from driving, so I am like fuuuck,” she continues. “This cop, yeah,” she raises her water bottle towards her mouth. I have no idea where she’s going with this, “he hands me the breathalyzer and I’m like ‘Do I suck… or blow?.” Never mind, I know exactly where she’s going with this. She immediately starts licking the bottle, mimicking felatio. Bringing it in her mouth, in and out around her lips. I put my head in my hands at her little show. I glance back up, and she’s still going. I turn to look at the guy’s faces, and it’s kind of hilarious with all of their jaws dropped. I bit my lip to not let out a laugh and then sipped my soda. Part of me wished I had her confidence.

“Now I don’t know if this cop is gay or what,” she continues her story, after taking the bottle out of her mouth, “but he tells me I’m four times over the limit. It’s bullshit. I didn’t even wanna go to the party.”

The door swung open, and I sat up on my knees to look over the top of the seat. I saw Kelly scramble to get onto her feet, “He’s gonna kill us!” She said, closing and locking the door. Nathan started laughing, "nice entrance, very dramatic." I didn't think it was the time for jokes. There was definitely something going on with her.

"The probation worker's gone mental. He's just attacked me. Somethin' really weird is hapenin.' I'm hearin' these voices in me head. It's like I can hear what people are thinkin!" she said, clearly in distress. She was talking fast, her makeup was running. I wasn't sure what to make of it, but I didn't think it was funny.

"Have you been sniffing glue?" Alisha added. Not taking it seriously.

"The storm! The lightning! I dunno; it's just done somethin to us!" Kelly continued. It did seem like bullshit. Maybe she was just having a bad trip.

"Okay if you can hear our thoughts. What am I thinkin' now?" Nathan said and pointed towards his head.

"You think it's bullshit?!"

"Course I think it's bullshit, you don't need to be a mind-reader to know that."

I sipped my coke, still not knowing what to make of the scene.

"Why are you in a wheelchair?!" Kelly continued.

"It was the storm," Nathan started, "the strange tingling sensation in my anus, it's spread through my body, and now I can't feel my legs," he lied. He was definitely the dramatic one.

"I'm serious!" she kicked him.

"Ow, Jesus!"

Curtis began to speak, walking towards Kelly, "What do you mean the probation worker attacked you?"

"This does sound like complete shit," Alisha added.

"He's out there and he chased me!" I couldn't help but believe her. The voices might be something of a bad trip, but the probation worker sure as hell wasn't with us. Who knew where he was?

"Something's happened to me too," Simon spoke up.

"Did you pop your cherry?" Nathan joked, "Oh, we're all very happy for you." I kicked him in the back.

"Hey!" he responded, turning back at me. If he didn't leave Simon alone, I might be next in line at an attempt to kick his arse.

"Earlier on when we were in the locker room, I was invisible," he continued, "I turned invisible." Things were getting weirder by the minute. Nathan took the piss at Simon's expense again, but he was too far away for me to kick him again. Nathan rolled towards the door. Kelly stopped him.

"Don't! Don't go out there! He will kill you!" she pleaded him.

"Course he will because he's such a badass," Nathan responded.

"I really don't think that's a great idea," I finally spoke up.

"Oh, great, not you too," he rolled his eyes and tried to wheel past Kelly.

"Don't!" she cried.

"She's telling the truth!" Curtis blurted out of nowhere, "all this it already happened once. I opened the door. The probation worker he killed you," he told Kelly, "you were right there. Everything froze. Time went backwards."

"Oh, this keeps getting better by the second," Nathan said, getting up. He went towards the door.

"I'm telling you don't open that door!" Curtis warned.

"Stop!" I yelled before he started to open it.

"No!" Curtis yelled as it opened.

Nathan immediately closed it. Idiot.

"Ah, he's right! Probation worker's gone mental!" The probation worker slammed up against the glass of the door. We all backed up away from the door.

"Maybe he's on crystal meth, that stuff makes you crazy," Alisha suggested.

"Y-yeah," I continued, "a bad trip. Everything's going to be fine." I couldn't convince myself.

"The grafiti, "I'm going to kill you," he wrote it," Simon said. I tried to control my breathing as I slowly backed up. I wasn't going to sit around and be murdered.

"It's stopped," Curtis said. Kelly and Alisha started fighting like we weren't in danger for our lives while I chewed on my nails and couldn't figure out what to do.

"We don't have time for this!" I yelled over their little cat fight, "I'm getting the fuck out of here!"

"Yeah, the back way," Nathan agreed. We ran towards the back of the community center until Nathan slipped and fell. I kept going until I heard Kelly exclaim, "Is that blood?!" I turned back around and sure enough blood was pouring out a locker and all over the ground.

"Ah, get it off me!" Nathan struggled. I felt my hands shaking as Curtis approached the locker. Please be a dead animal and not a person. I thought. He opened the locker and there was Gary. Very dead. Very stabbed. Very blood. We all jumped back and yelled and screamed. I felt my anxiety build up in my throat.

"I'm gonna throw up," I said. I felt panic set in. I'm sure we all did.

"He's gonna kill us," Alisha said, teary-eyed. We couldn't stop staring. It was like a car crash, but much much worse.

"C'mon don't look at it," Curtis said, trying to comfort Alisha before gasping, "I need to have sex with you right now! Let's do it raw!" Alisha screamed.

"Get off me, you freak!" I tried to pull him off of her, and he eventually let go.

"What did I do?" Curtis panicked. I let go of him.

"Uh, you said you was gonna shag her," Kelly started.

"And you were getting your chap out!" Nathan told him.

"It wasn't good," I shook my head.

"It's when you were touching her…" Simon concluded. I started to think he was the only one of us with brain cells. Alisha touched his neck, getting a very similar reaction out of him.

"What is happening to me?!" she exclaimed before Tony flew through the glass, shards going everywhere. I screamed and jumped back as lightning shot out of my fingers and into his body. His body lay still.

"Did… did I just kill him?" I asked, tears filling my eyes. Self defense. Accident. Didn't matter. I still killed someone. The rest of them got closer.

"Looks pretty dead to me," Nathan said, looking down at the body and up at me. His tone much more serious than usual. Probably because I just killed someone.

He spoke too soon because Tony's body jerked and grabbed Kelly's leg.

She kicked the absolute shit out of him, "I! AM! NOT! A! CHAV!" she yelled as she kicked him.

"That should do it," Nathan said, his hands in his hair. Everyone threw out ideas on what to do. I stayed silent. At least, technically I didn’t kill him, but I don’t think electrocuting him helped him stay alive.

“We’ll go to the police. We’ll tell them the truth,” Curtis suggested.

“What?! Tell them that lightnin shot out of her fingers?! They’ll never believe us! Not anymore; They’ll say we killed them both,” Kelly responded to him. I slid down the wall on the opposite side of the room. I tried to steady my breathing. It didn’t work.

“If there’s no body, there’s no crime,” Simon said, “We should bury them under the fly over.” And that’s what we did.

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“We don’t tell anyone about this, yeah?” Kelly said as we buried the bodies, “About the storm or what it did to us.”

“I don’t want anyone to know. I cannot be a freak,” Alisha said. That rubbed me the wrong way for some reason.

“A freak?!,” I raised my voice, “I can handle being a freak,” I lowered my voice back down, “I’m more worried about going to prison or the lasting emotional damage of having murdered someone.” She looked away from me and we continued to bury them.

“So hold on,” Nathan started. I really wasn’t in the mood for his bullshit, “All of have some sort of special power,” he said putting special power in air quotes, “everyone can do something except me. He can do something,” he gestured toward Simon, “He can do something, and I can’t. That’s ridiculous, look at him.” That’s it.

“Just, leave him the fuck alone, twat!” I shouted at Nathan.

“What? You starting a little weirdo gang over there? Fine, whatever. Have fun.” He finally shut up for once. Simon smirked, and I felt pretty accomplished.

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After all this disaster, I still had to go to work. Still had to make rent. Still had to pay bills. It didn’t matter what I had experienced. The world moved on.

“You alright?” One of my coworkers asked, “because you look like shit.”

“Thanks,” I responded, “I’m fine.” I lied. I couldn’t stop seeing Tony lying there, limp. Practically dead. My fault. Maybe I saved us. Maybe we would’ve survived anyway. There was no way to know. I flipped the chips in the grease without paying attention. Shit. Boiling hot grease went onto my hand.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” I said, shaking my hand, running to the sink to run cold water over it. My boss got me a bandage and let me go home early.

I rolled a joint, smoked it, and tried to get to sleep to prepare me for another exciting day of community service in the morning.

When I got to the community center the next morning I was exhausted. I’d gotten maybe two hours of sleep, and my burn still hurt like a son of a bitch. I ignored the others as I suited up. I went back into the main area and sat on the floor. Nathan approached me and sat down next to me.

“What happened to your hand?” He asked.

“Do you care?” I responded. I didn’t feel like being made fun of for my second degree burn.

“Maybe I do,” he said.

“Grease burn,” I told him.

“How’d that happen?” He asked, looking at the bandage. He seemed genuinely curious. Could Nathan Young act like a normal human being?

“I work at a chip shop. Had a lot on my mind. Wasn’t paying attention,” I answered honestly.

“Oh,” he said simply. We sat in silence. Maybe he was a little cute.

We lined up for questioning. Nobody said anything just like we discussed.

Until Nathan felt the need to make up a story about Gary and Tony’s illicit, homosexual affair. I was too tired to monitor my thoughts. Somewhere between “what the fuck” and “why the hell did I think that? That’s so out of left field I can’t fucking believe this", I thought something dumb.

Somewhere in the perverted minefields of my brain, I think “I wouldn’t mind if he was doing that to me,” as Nathan mimics the motion of Tony fucking Gary. I was fucking ashamed as it was without a mind reader standing right beside me. I backpedaled so fast. I had to keep a poker face, so Sally didn’t know something was up. Jesus what was wrong with me? Not only did I have to live with being an accessory to murder, now I had to deal with sexual thoughts about someone who was comparable to the people who bullied me in secondary school. God, I hate my life.

And then on top of everything else, Sally pulled me aside as she let everyone else go.

“What happened to your hand?” She asked. You get one burn and all of a sudden everyone needs to know your life story.

“Grease burn, do you want to see it?!” I snapped.

“No, that’s alright,” she said, walking away.

“Well, I think we got away with it,” Nathan said as the group of us gathered on the roof.

“Do you actually believe that or are you just really dumb?” Curtis said, looking at him. He’s just really dumb. His dumb stupid face with his pretty green eyes and cute curly hair and- STOP. Stop. Stop. Stop. What the fuck is going on?

“I actually believe that,” he answered, “how come I can’t do something? I was there; I should have one of these bullshit powers.”

“You can have mine. You wanna know what people are thinking about you?” Kelly responded, shooting me a look. Great. She knows. This is bullshit. Again, I hate my fucking life.

“No, not so much, I want something from the A-list,” Nathan said to her. After Nathan made a fool of himself once again, Curtis brought up a good point.

“So what happens now? Are we gonna be like this forever?” He asked.

“What if we’re meant to be like superheroes?” Simon said, looking around at us.

“You lot, superheroes. No offense, but in what kind of fucked up world would that be allowed to happen?” Nathan said. I kind of agreed. I had an ASBO for fighting and threatening my mother’s husband and worked in a chip shop. It wasn’t necessarily your average backstory.

“This will fade away, by this time next week, it’ll be back to the same old, boring shit,” Nathan continued. God I sure hope so.

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#oh goodness what do i even tag this as #oc; melanie albright #Nathan Young #nathan young fanfiction #misfits fanfic #idk #this is like my first project i've actually been passionate about in years so uh #lemme know what you think #my writing #fic; community blowback

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purplebunniboy · 3 years

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Retrograde Character Masterlist

I lied, here are all the characters. I’ll do in depth backstories later.

This probably isn't EVERY character but it's damn near close and just some basics about them that are totally subject to be altered or expanded upon later

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Afton Family

Michael Frederick Afton/ Fritz Smith/ Mike Schmidt:

Thick curly brown hair, hazel green eyes, grey tshirt with rolled sleeves, tucked into jeans// scars along his face, torso, and arms

Born October 7th, 1969 to Sandra Schmidt and William Afton

The oldest of the Afton children

Loved baseball, got his first bat from Henry

Scar across his nose came from a fight, hand scars came from attempting to pry open Fredbear's mouth during the bite, arm scar came from encounter with the Nightmares, torso scar came from getting scooped, various other scars from animatronic encounters

Fox mask bully, Dayshift worker at Freddy Fazbear’s in 1987, Technician at Circus Baby’s Pizza World and Party Rentals, Nightshift Security Guard at Freddy Fazbear’s in 1998

William David Afton:

Shiny dark hair, soft blue eyes that turned grey the first time he “died”, well-groomed and cared about his looks

Father of Michael, Elizabeth, and Cassidy Afton; Spouse of Sandra Afton

Co-owner of Fredbear’s Family Dinner, Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria, Circus Baby’s Pizza World, Fazbear Robotics and Fazbear Entertainment inc.; Owner of Afton Robotics LLC

Cunning, charming, and extremely persuasive, could find out absolutely anything about anyone and use it against them to get what he wanted

Extremely theatrical and loved going over the top in performances,

Loved robotics and excelled at crafting learning AI, but could never perfect it how he wanted

Drove himself mad with the idea of immortality and legacy

Absolutely hated being called Billy

Did love his kids, at least originally, he’s only Somewhat a heartless monster, but there’s something still beating in that chest of his

Cassandra “Sandra” Bella Schmidt:

Denim jumpsuit, dyed blonde hair, hazel green eyes

Mother of Michael, Elizabeth, and Cassidy Afton. Spouse of William Afton

Was a Broadway actress but left her career behind to marry William and raise her family

Very soft-spoken, only confident when she was on a stage under the spotlight

Had a beautiful singing voice and would often sing her children to sleep, especially if they woke up from night terrors

Elizabeth “Lizzie” Rose Afton:

Dark strawberry blonde hair curled into tight ringlets and pulled back into two ponytails with red ribbon ties, bright green eyes, often wore a lot bright colors

Born May 12th, 1979. Died February 1986

The youngest of the Afton children

Suspected of being the product of an affair as her looks did not resemble her father’s

Did whatever it took to get her way and was very cunning about how she went about doing that

Liked to sing with her mother and was very musically inclined

Evan “Ev” Afton:

Thick brown curls that often fell in front of bright green eyes, white collared shirt a large black tshirt with two white stripes across the chest

Born October 31st, 1975. Bitten by Fredbear October 31st, 1983. “Died” November 5th, 1983

The middle child of the Afton children

Was never the best at communicating with others, complained a lot, fought with his brother constantly at home

After witnessing Charlie’s unaliving, became traumatized and cried all the time

Had a large collection of stuffed animals but was usually carrying around at least one of the Fazbear Plushies

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Emily Family

Henry Emily

Shoulder length hair always swept or pulled back out of his face, dirty overalls, hands are never clean

Father of Charlotte and Samuel Emily. Spouse of Donna Emily

Treated all the robots the same way he did his own children

Caring and understanding but had a short temper and lacked patience, especially when under a lot of stress

Extremely talented in robotics, excelling in them from an early age. He could make anything look lifelike and real.

Preferred the comfort of his garage workshop over really showing his face

Donna Fitzgerald:

Big and poofy dark hair, dark eyes, high-waisted acid-wash jeans, pink wool turtleneck

Mother of Charlotte and Samuel Emily. Spouse of Henry Emily.

Strong-willed and very loud about her opinions on things.

Very supportive of Henry’s passion with robotics even if the whole topic gave her headaches when she attempted to wrap her brain around the concept

Charlotte “Charlie” Emily:

Denim overalls decorated with marker drawings of flowers, green striped tshirt, green wrist band, untamable brown hair pulled into two high pigtails

Born June 26th, 1978. Died April 5th, 1983

The younger of the Emily children

Extremely empathetic and caring, always went out of her way to care for children smaller than her, wanting them to feel loved and accepted

She was never afraid to get dirty, she always colored outside of the lines on purpose, she wanted to do the daring and unexpected.

Carried around a porcelain doll that was styled like a black and white jester

Her robotic counterpart was the spitting image of the real one

Robotic Charlie was much more sensitive and much more analytical of the world around her

Samuel “Sammy” Jeremy Emily/ Jeremy Fitzgerald:

Born June 24th, 1970. Bitten by Mangle October 7th, 1987

The older of the Emily children

He was always a very gifted child, excelling in mathematics from a very young age, but hit gifted kid burnout by the time he hit highschool

Never had much of an interest in robotics

Patient and gentle, he preferred to keep to himself and would often seek out quiet places he could be alone

Jennifer “Aunt Jen/Jenny” Emily:

Older sister of Henry Emily

Always had an interest in robotics and passed her skills on to her baby brother

Fiercely loyal to family she would do anything she could to protect them and keep them happy, especially Henry since he was the only family she really had left

She was strong-willed, even in her younger years, and able to hold her own very well

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Before the Bite

Michelle “Mitchie” Peters:

Spiky short brown hair, green t shirt, blue boy shorts, green sweatbands

Bear mask bully

Older sister to Gabriel Peters

Died July 4th,1985

Michael’s closest childhood friend

A tomboy, closet case, and had a major superiority complex or at least pretended to have one

Called the Mama Bear of the group due to her caring deeply for her friends but aggressiveness towards everyone else

David “Davie” Kennedy:

Wavy black hair, red polo shirt with a popped collar, blue bunny mask

Bigger kid and designated meat shield of the group.

Willing to defend his friends to his dying breath.

Inside, he had a soft core. He was the one who would check on each of them, asking if they were ok and if they needed help. His soft core often got him teased by his friends but it never stopped him from wanting to make sure they were always safe

Bunny mask bully, Technician at Circus Baby’s Pizza World and Party Rentals

Christopher “Chris” Houghton:

Short curly dark hair, long sleeve blue shirt

Chicken mask bully

Never left the arcade, living that sweet gamer life

Liked to run his mouth and always needed to have the last word

Vanessa “Nessa/Ness” Abernathy

Dark hair, rainbow clip extensions, dark eyes

Born December 24th, 1970.

Knew Michael in school, had a crush on him, he was the first one to ever call her Ness and the only one she ever let call her that

Took a robotics class because of him and also got really into coding

Influenced by William and eventually taken completely under his control. She was his eyes and ears in the outside world. Talks to him through the Spring Bonnie plush when non-possessed

Poses as Mike’s therapist to keep an eye on him for William

Matthew “Matt” Griffiths

Older man though no one was sure how old he actually is or if he can even die, choppy hair, thick rimmed glasses

Phone guy

Dayshift worker/ Training Manager at Fredbear’s Family Diner, General Manager of the first Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria

Loyal to the company but also put his own well being and safety before anyone else’s

Would not stick his neck out for anybody on his own

Blunt and standoffish, sometimes considered rude though he was never rude to customers or kids

One of Afton’s first “puppets”

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Party of 1985

Susan “Susie” Waylar:

Messy golden blonde curls, blue eyes, pink shirt, bedazzled jeans

Older sister of Samantha Waylar

Best friends with Gabriel Peters

Died June 26th, 1985. Stuffed into Chica

Extremely energetic and always told she should settle and be quieter like her sister

Despite being super messy, constantly having gunk in her hair and under her nails, she had an unnatural ability to always keep her dresses clean

Gabriel “Gabe” Peters:

Straight light brown hair, striped shirt beneath denim overalls, missing front tooth

Younger brother of Mitchie Peters

Died June 26th, 1985. Stuffed into Freddy Fazbear

Stood up for the smaller kids whenever possible

Energetic, never able to settle, and outgoing. Impossible to ever see him not smiling

He was clumsy and always getting hurt accidently.

Best friends with Susie Waylar

Cassidy “Dee-Dee” Richards:

Dark hair always pulled into two uneven pigtails, always wearing yellow

Died June 26th, 1985. Stuffed into Golden Freddy

Pulled a lot of pranks, some lighthearted, some not so much.

Threw tantrums to get what she wanted.

Always wanting to be first, always wanting to come out ahead, always

Jeremy Velasquez:

Died June 26th, 1985. Stuffed into Bonnie

A generally shy kid who’s loud and energetic around his friends

Started growing out of Freddy’s pretty early on

Susie felt bad for him and invited him to hang out with her and Gabe

Frederick “Fritz” Parker:

Messy auburn hair, pastel pink polo shirt

Died June 26th, 1985. Stuffed into Foxy

Aggressive and rude, rather abrasive and destructive

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Party of 1987

Pete Dinglewood:

Brown hair, red letterman jacket, backwards baseball cap, prosthetic hand and glass eye after being hit by a car and barely surviving.

Died October 4th, 1987. Stuffed into Foxy

Older brother of Charles “Chuck” Dinglewood

Always sticking gum under the tables in the party rooms

Alec Wilkins:

Blonde curly rocker mullet, sci-fi movie shirt with cut off sleeves, braces

Died October 4th, 1987. Stuffed into Freddy

Older brother of Hazel Wilkins

Could be rude at times, always got himself into trouble and pinned with the “problem child” title

Toby Billings:

Fluffy brown hair, mullet, reminds Michael of Cass, pullover sweatshirt with an athletic team’s logo on the front, always putting stuff in his mouth

Died October 4th, 1987. Stuffed into Bonnie

Younger brother of Connor Billings

Wanted to have the highest scores in the arcade

Cracks his knuckles when he’s lying or when he’s nervous which most people will loudly say is gross and annoying

Millicent “Millie” Fitzsimmons:

Dyed black hair always teased and pinned on one side, always wears a lot of black and intense black makeup

Died October 4th, 1987, stuffed into Chica

Best friends with Alec

Lives alone with her grandfather, who is sometimes hired by Fazbear’s or Afton Robotics to fix any minor technical malfunctions with the animatronics

Was there during the grand opening event of Circuse Baby’s when Elizabeth was killed in 1986

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Around Town

Connor Billings:

Brown hair, square face, very hyper and always laughing even if the joke isn’t funny

Phone dude

Older brother of Toby Billings

Became obsessed with the mysteries of the place after looking into the 1987 deaths more

Collected old remnants of the closed down restaurants.

Hired by Henry to find the stuff still haunted to put into Fazbear’s Frights, no questions asked

Lowkey scared of Michael saying, quote, “the guy just gives me bad vibes”

Samantha Waylar:

Older sister of Susie Waylar

Quieter, though who’s to say that equals maturity

Preferred to keep to herself and her books

She knew how to stand up for herself and was actually better at telling kids off than her sister was

Swear she loved Oliver more

Stanley Martinez:

Technician at Circus Baby’s Pizza World and Party Rentals

Was into tech most of his life.

Known to be a generally kind man, putting others and their well being before himself

He was never one to snoop around and would prefer staying out of other’s business

Clayton “Clay” Burke:

Father of Carlton Burke. Spouse of Betty Burke

Chief of police. Was a detective when the 5 murders happened, worked on the case.

Though he is at times a little air headed, he is very caring of those around him

Carlton Burke:

Ginger hair, dark clothing

Only son of Carlton and Betty Burke

Childhood friends of Charlie, John, and Jessica

Always the kind to crack jokes when the mood was down and laugh in the face of danger.

Art and theatre kid

John Aowyn:

Messy brown hair, white shirt, brown leather jacket

Childhood friend of Charlie, John and Carlton. Had a crush on Charlie

He was a writer and constantly lost in his own fantasy world that sometimes it was hard to pull him out of

Jessica Sinclair:

Shiny light brown hair, brown doe-eyes, always clean cut, fashionable clothing, contagious smile

Childhood friend of Charlie, John and Carlton

Fiercely loyal to her friends, and would do anything to protect them. She hated seeing them sad or hurt and was always there with bandaids and snacks the moment they needed her

Very perceptive and smart, she had a love of forensics and her friends would often put on mystery hunts just for her

Leslie Dunn:

Round face, light hair, police uniform

Police officer/ Detective

A bit blunt at times though not with the intention of being rude

A bit awkward at times

Jack Flores:

Younger man, greasy hair, bright eyes

Nightshift Security Guard at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria

Overly curious, couldn’t keep his nose out of other’s business

#retrogradeau #fnaf #fnafau #michael afton #five nights at freddy's

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starlightnovas · 3 years

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I'm bored so imma introduce/reintroduce some of my OCs :)

(Picrew)

So little background: all the characters here are part of a superhero team called the Defenders. They were united by Henry in response to a large scale threat, and the team just never dissolved after that. They went on to stop dozens of threats over the next decade.

Rex

Aka: The Dragon King

Species: Royal Dragon-Demiurge Hybrid

Personality: Intimidating, isolating, cold, blunt, but still a great leader and has people's best interests at heart

Powers: Elemental manipulation, accelerated reflexes, draconian regeneration, regenerative immortality, flight, super-strength (max strength unknown; largest display of physical strength was unmeasurable), can sense threats before they happen, natural knowledge of all modern and ancient languages and magics

Backstory: At 25 years old, Rex Foster developed his draconian abilities. He was completely normal at the time and had no idea that supernatural creatures and magic existed. He was immediately thrust into a world of said monsters and magic. He soon found himself to be a Royal Dragon, meaning he could control all of the seven elements; dark, fire, earth, energy, air, water, and light. Under the training of the previous Dragon King, Rex earned the throne and the power that came with it. The Defenders weren't formed until three centuries later. By then, Rex was greatly weighed down by the loss he had experienced in his life and had hardened himself to the world

Current life: Living among the Defenders, Rex has learned to open up again with the friends he now considers a second family. He remains with them as often as he can, staying on alert to help with threats and battles.

Power Rating (Extraordinary power scale): 126; Rex is one of the most immensely powerful creatures in the universe and falls on a whole other level than everyone else. His power is difficult to rank.

Henry

Aka: Exo

Species: Draconian (Heavy genetic modification; basically human)

Personality: Kind, extroverted, leader; has a very strict moral code that he holds his entire team to

Powers: Superintelligence; Henry fights his battles utilizing a highly advanced technological armor that puts him on par with his enemies and allies.

Backstory: Henry Callaghan is the most intelligent man on the planet and the heir to the richest tech company in the world. His father, David, was leading one final project for the company before he retired and handed control to his son. Project NANO was a peacekeeping program. Being made of microbots, it can disassemble itself at a moment's notice and reform in any shape it pleases, even if it just chooses to remain formless. The project is corrupted by an ancient artificial intelligence. Henry is then approached by another rival intelligence Mare, who warns Henry and gives schematics for his armor, allowing him to become the Exo and fight Nano

Current life: Eight years after becoming a hero, Henry started the Defenders. He still leads the team and uses his company to fund all their equipment and necessities. He is constantly working on something for the team, rarely ever returning to his personal life. Some of his friends say that he's Exo more often than he is Henry

Power Level: 19; Despite his lower power level, his intelligence and cunning make him a much more effective hero, often outperforming everyone around him

Maximus

Aka: The Green Knight

Species: Human

Personality: Cocky, Arrogant, Egotistical, Stubborn, Short-tempered

Powers: Like all Dragon Knights, Maximus is gifted with the ability to control Telesteel. The metal is nearly useless out of a Dragon Knight's hands and extremely brittle. But the Knights can control the metal and use it to fashion armor. The strength of the metal is directly correlated to a knight's willpower and skill. The more skilled and disciplined the knight, the stronger the armor and tools. Knights also have natural enhanced strength and durability.

Backstory: Maximus' parents, who were Dragon Knights before him, were murdered when he was a baby. A dragon killed them in their home, crushing his mother and injuring the father so that he succumbed to his wounds shortly after the battle. Nearly two decades later Max is discovered by the Dragon Knights, an order of monster and dragon hunters. They take him in when they see his natural strength and aptitude to be a knight. He quickly climbs their ranks but soon finds himself, along with the entire order, pitted against one of the most powerful dragons they've seen yet. The very dragon that murdered Max's parents.

Current life: Also living amongst the Defenders, Maximus' will has never been stronger. He's learned to open up to his allies, make new friends, and even find love. He finds a true purpose in his life saving lives and defending the world.

Power Level: 36; with an iron will and burning determination, Maximus can easily tank any punch thrown at him and stop at nothing to achieve his goal. He is a true example of an unmoveable object.

Dan

Aka: "I don't need a superhero name. I'm always gone before anyone shows up anyways."

Species: Human Body (Time Incarnated)

Personality: Energetic, Bouncy, Fidgety, Quick, Spry, Funny, won't sit in one place for very long

Powers: Can harness tachyon energy and manipulate time, effectively allowing them to control the flow of time for themself and everyone around them. Certain actions require large amounts of energy which takes more time to build up. Dan often utilizes their energy to move at superhuman speed, even able to outrun the speed of light. They also have an extremely fast metabolism, and their energy allows them to resist certain catastrophic consequences of superspeed, like friction. Speed healing is also included.

Backstory: Always on the run from an evil speedster, Dan kept on the move constantly. They used their super speed to move all over the world and always stay one step ahead and never stayed in one place for too long. After staying in one place for too long and getting themself into a situation they couldn't just run from, the other speedster, Quadrios, caught up. Dan made new friends, who helped them realize that they didn't have to run in fear. So Dan stopped running away and ran towards the danger instead.

Current life: A valued and vital member of the Defenders, Dan uses their speed to stop crime all over the world, still preferring to stay on the move. But when duty calls and the team needs them, they come running.

Power Level: 69; While not physically strong, Dan's speed makes them a dangerous foe. Beyond just being untouchable and moving faster than the speed of light, Dan's ability to alter the timeline at will and leap between worlds grants them nearly godlike power.

Mya

Aka: Halcyon

Species: Human

Personality: Kind, thoughtful, energetic, sarcastic

Powers: Can harness celestial power to create energy and utilize it in a number of ways including flight, superstrength, enhanced movement and reaction speed, and can basically shoot lasers out of her fingers made out of celestial energy

Backstory: Mya was the childhood best friend of Rex, and developed her powers because she accidentally encountered one of the elemental walls on Rex's quest to master all the elements. The encounter left her with celestial powers. Later down the line, she accidentally got caught in a time rip and was presumed dead. Instead, she was found by Rex three hundred years later, having been flung forward in time. She was forced to adapt to living in a world where everyone she knew was long dead except her draconian friends.

Current life: Having decently adapted to the future, she has more of a hero life than a social life. She threw herself into her work, knowing that she would never completely adapt to the new world she found herself in. It was better to protect it than to become part of it. The closest she ever got to being normal again was falling in love with Maximus.

Power Level: 38; Her celestial energy gives her a huge advantage in combat, and constantly fuels her endurance. She is good at keeping up a relentless barrage of attacks to keep enemies off balance and distracted.

Amelia

Aka: Genesis

Species: Human

Personality: Kind, thoughtful, motherly, anxious, cautious

Powers: Can turn her body into a cloud of spores. Any allies within the radius of the aura experience enhanced regeneration, endurance, speed, strength, and perception.

Backstory: Amelia was orphaned at a young age and was taken in by her godfather, David Callaghan. She and Henry grew up together and knew each other very well, eventually falling in love. She was an expert in bioscience and virology and invented a "virus" that could've been the cure to all diseases thanks to nanotechnology from the nano project. An accident destroyed the entire project and caused her body to fuse with the cure. She became disembodied by the accident and Henry personally found a way to piece her back together.

Current life: Amelia stays amongst the Defenders at their tower. She is primarily responsible for patching up wounds after battles and being moral and mental support for the team. She watches out for every aspect of the team's health and does everything she can to help them.

Logan

(I've got a lot to say here)

Aka: The Black Shadow (Later changes name to Guardian)

Species: Human-Altrimite Hybrid

Personality: Sarcastic, Funny, Energetic, Talkative, Innocent

Powers: Logan is a shadowborn, which means that he has the ability to manipulate the shadow element. He can create shadow constructs and teleport short distances. Logan also has increased strength, speed, agility, and reaction time. He wields a sword passed down from each Black Shadow that allows him to cut rips in space-time to move between universes, as well as harness dimensional energy. After he becomes eighteen he loses most of his previous powers as his altrimite powers develop. He gains flight, extreme strength, superhuman speed, near invulnerability, the ability to react to a threat or action almost before it even happens, regenerative immortality, and gains the power to absorb and redistribute energy in any way he pleases. His energy manipulation is so powerful he can even absorb the kinetic energy of strikes, effectively making him more powerful the more he's attacked.

Backstory: Logan is the son of Maxwell Cruix, the previous Black Shadow, who kept peace on a multiversal scale. After his father's death, Logan took on the mantel at 16 years of age. He was taken in by the Defenders and trained by them as Maxwell's dying wish. Logan was quickly realized to be the second most powerful member on the team but was told he was the weakest to keep his power in check and keep him humble until his training was complete.

Current life: Living amongst the Defenders and learning everything he can from them. He struggles to master his new powers and has become a personal student of the Dragon King. Logan is trying to find his place in the hero world, unable to focus on the much smaller threats that he's used to because of his strength, but unable to grapple with larger threats due to his inexperience.

Power Level: 84; His immeasurable power is matched by nearly no one. The only thing holding Logan back at this point is his inexperience and lack of ways to gain any without some world-ending threat to actually challenge him.

Chloe

Aka: Stormcaller

Species: Human (Universe EX-7401)

Personality: Mature, Funny, Kind, Thoughtful, natural leader, Powerful

Powers: God-tier regeneration, super strength, flight, regenerative immortality, Stormcall (summon and control an electrical storm), can resist most effects from other powers i.e. mind control, gravity, illusions.

Backstory: The daughter of the Cal, the previous Stormcaller, Chloe earned her title of another Stormcaller and acts as a hero in her world. When Logan accidentally stumbled into her world in need of help, she joined him. Seeing that there was another world that needed heroes more than hers, and being shown that her world would be just fine without her, she stayed with the Defenders and joined them.

Current life: Having joined the Defenders, Chloe finds immense joy in fighting and is deeply loving the fact that the villains in Universe Prime actually stand a chance against her. She is enjoying her new home and plans on sticking around for a long time.

Power Level: 52; Her mastery over her ability gives her immense power and control over her storm and makes her a deadly adversary. She was pleasantly surprised that a lot of people in Universe Prime could match her power level.

#Ocs #oc stuff #The Dragon King #Defenders #Extraordinary #Rex #Maximus #Henry #Dan #Mya #Amelia #Logan #Chloe #Cal #Maxwell #super hero stuff #They're a family leave them alone #Long post

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softestsaddestbitch · 3 years

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December TC Challenge

stole this from @elder-edda (sorry for creeping! just, given the usual demographic of the tc community I was excited to find another 20-smthg)

1) what color is your tc’s hair?

He has just, simple brown hair but he’s starting to go grey which, no lie, is 100% doing it for me.

2) is your tc married?

Yes? He doesn’t wear a ring and I believe she kept her last name which makes me think it’s more of a civil partnership since they’ve been together since the early 2000s at least. But he also will refer to her as “my wife” and was telling me once that they waited until “after they got married” before moving in together.

3) if yes, do you care? would you do something with them regardless of their marriage?

I know these questions are general but I do take offense at the idea of being a homewrecker/other woman. I’ve met his wife, she’s really nice.

4) what’s your worst memory with your tc?

I put my foot in my mouth SO OFTEN. Good lord. Especially my last semester at that school? He was acting weird and I had just realized after fucking ... four years?? that I romantically liked him. So I kept bringing up my weird age fixation and other bs bc I have adhd and am possibly autistic?? and can’t read a room to save my life.

5) what’s your best memory with your tc?

One year we had a really bad snowstorm, so bad in fact that I had my first-ever snow day. The college that I used to go to has four campuses across as many cities, and C has to drive in twice a week to my (old) town from his. Now, morning classes had been canceled but afternoon classes had been given the go-ahead. C, who does not check his emails until he arrives at campus, evidently did not get this message until he was already in town and therefore didn’t have a morning class, but did have an afternoon class. On this day I had a late morning class that had been reinstated, but my prof didn’t get that memo so I also was on campus but didn’t have a class. So I went to visit his office, which I had been doing throughout the semester (I didn’t have a class with him at the time) and we just ... hung out for like 2 hours. It was so nice and one of the anecdotes he told me still haunts me lol.

sidenote: at the time, I hadn’t yet realized that I liked him, but I still went out of my way to visit him. Damn I was a dumbass.

6) does anyone in your school know how you feel?

ish? I told a classmate but in a “haha joking” kinda way. And a friend who went to that school knows. No one at my current school knows.

7) does your tc know how you feel?

I think he might? might have a lil inkling which would explain why he started acting so weird my last semester. Or at the very least was told/realized how bad it could look that he was getting so chummy w/ a student.

8) do you think there’s any chance your tc reciprocates your feelings?

He and his wife have been together for around 20 years now. No. No, I don’t think so. Maybe in an alternate universe.

9) are you getting your tc a christmas present? if so, what is it?

I have in the past! Specifically like, a tin of cookies lol. I’ve also given him an actual present when I left. I do intend to send him a Christmas card every year but not this year because ... you know ... the apocalypse.

10) have you ever flirted with your tc?

Flirtation inherently has intent. So, no. How he interpreted our interactions I don’t know.

11) how long have you had a crush on them? what began it all?

SO! TIMELINE!

I was at my old school from September 2014-April 2019, I had C for the first time in September 2015. Like I mentioned above, I did not realize I had a crush on him until literally the middle of my final exam of my class with him December 2018, so I’ve only consciously had a crush for about two years now. However, as I also mentioned, I went out of my way to stop by his office, even when I didn’t have a class with him. And my relationship with/feelings towards him are complicated so I’m not going to say I did so solely because I like him, but I would put it maybe closer to somewhere in 2017. You don’t plan your schedule around someone you don’t feel strong feelings for.

12) do you believe you’ll get over them shortly after you stop taking their class/have the chance to spend time with them?

As of today, it has been been exactly a year and a half since I last him in person. In the time since, I have cried over missing him, routinely gone back to keep up with his current research projects, and made his picture a part of my home screen. I almost exclusively listen to the playlist I made for him - so much so my Spotify Wrapped is pretty much that playlist with a few extras.

13) what kind of grades do you get in their class?

Haaaaaa pre-supension I was failing his classes. My first semester back I got .... a mid/high 70? and I finished my last class with him with an A+ and the essay I had written for his class had the highest grade between the two classes so..

14) does your tc ever do any tiny, little things that you adore?

When he puts a hand in his pocket and leans against the wall. When he tucks his hair behind his ear because he keeps falling in his face (he has long hair, a little past his shoulders). When he can’t stop himself from googling something even if its in the middle of class. How you can ask him anything at any time. The way he would chuckle at my jokes. How his handwriting hasn’t improved in decades. How easily he brushes off toxic masculinity. His candidness and willingness to share little anecdotes. The way he used to always smile whenever he saw me. That he goes home everyday to have lunch with his wife.

15) are you their favorite student?

I was! And it was obvious to other students that we had a friendly, casual relationship too. For a time, if his other students had questions about him they would ask me, and I usually had the answer. I didn’t matter in the long run, but I was.

16) do you two share any tastes? movies, books, music, etc.

He’s a legal historian, I’m a baby legal/political historian. We also like the same historical cooking youtube channel.

17) is your teacher religious?

I doubt he would say he’s religious, but I feel like we have a similar relationship to religion which is to say no formal association, but had profound effects on our childhoods and subsequently, presumably, how we view things as adults.

18) do you masturbate to them?

Yes.

19) do you communicate with them outside of school?

I sent him a meme once. And asked about the socialist uprising scandal he was apart of. I also almost emailed him while at a museum exhibition with my history friend. These are all through email.

20) do you have any tc songs or songs you relate to your tc? what are they?

SO my number one song this year was “You are the Reason” by Calum Scott because, you guessed it, of him. But also:

I Lost a Friend - Finneas When You’re Ready - Shawn Mendes You Are in Love - Taylor Swift Break My Heart Right - James

& given the season, especially w/ what transpired last year, Last Christmas by Wham!

21) what’s your favorite thing your tc has said/memory you have with them?

One time he kinda trailed off in the middle of lecture after stating that he thought of xyz a particular way which contrasted one of the popular schools of thought, and the way he plainly said, “well, yeah, which I guess ... is I’m arguing it” almost like he was semi-surprised with himself has always stuck with me.

But also, in addition the memory I shared earlier, we spent an hour and a half talking about grad school and what to expect and how to get there.

22) do you plan to continue a relationship with them after you leave school?

I trid, I really did. But he doesn’t “socialize with students part or present” so I can’t exactly see him. But I did get some academic-related from him at the beginning of the year.

23) how will you deal during the summer? will you see him/her?

He’s a hermit who used my last vacation before I moved to go on all the vacations he had to postpone because he was working on his last book. And this past summer ... Covid. This question is obviously directed at high school students, but in general, he lives in the back of head always, and when I’m in my hometown for the summer my heart aches because theres a none-zero chance I’ll see him, but I know I won’t.

24) does your tc support gay rights?

Yes. He’s never been put in a position that I know of where he had to outright condemn homophobia, but in one of his classes, he actively made the choice to make the very first reading of the semester about how women in ancient times had more agency than assumed, and also how the woman in the case study was a lesbian.

25) what class do you have with them? And what period? Do you have them every day?

History classes. I won’t get into specifics because it’s kind of an eclectic mix and I’m paranoid someone from the area could come across this. But I had him twice a week every semester that I had him. Again this kind of question is more so applicable to high school students, not so much university students.

26) have you ever drifted out during a lecture thinking about them and missed information?

No. In his classes he is too enthralling, and I’m a good student otherwise.

27) have you stalked them online? what did you find out?

In theory. He’s a fifty-year-old history professor whose reaction to a description of the big lipped/tiny face filter on snapchat was “that sounds disgusting.” The man doesn’t have social media, and if he does those privacy settings are on so students can’t find him he thinks he’s very professional. I do visit his mini-bio section on the college website fairly often tho.

28) have you ever run into them outside of schools? what happened?

I did once. He introduced me to his wife, who said “oh you’re E! C has talked about you” and it apparently he had done so positively, and blew my mind because this was back when I was failing classes and also, as a person, I don’t believe that people think about me when I’m not there. They gave me a restaurant recommendation and afterwards his wife surprised me a they were leaving the restaurant because ... we had listened to them, and they also went there for lunch that day.

29) has your tc ever spoken of teacher-student relationships? what did they say?

It had recently come out that it had been found out that another professor had been in a relationship with a student and he’s the one that brought it up before class one day (with all of us not just me). He didn’t say anything for or against it, just that it was generally discouraged, but that most schools did have policies in place to handle the situation.

30) do you regret telling anyone about your tc? if you’ve kept it a secret, why have you done so?

Absolutely not. I can’t tell my best friends because they’d do nothing but give me shit for it and it would call every time I mention him into question. But the friends that I have told ... its been so freeing, and like a weight has been lifted from my heart. One friend in particular I unloaded on her all my emotional shit pertaining to him this past summer and she was so understanding it legit since then I’ve been less distraught when thinking about him. It still hurts, but it feels less like I’m suffocating now.

#personal #professor crush #professor crush community #teacher crush #monthly challenge #december

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babeyvenus · 3 years

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Revival(BNHA OC)

Chapter 5: Sports Festival?

Keeping herself hidden from her villainous father, and studying to be a hero for the sake of her and her deceased mother, Sunako Homura pushes her way through countless challenges in her highschool years. Will she lose it all, or lose herself?

Story Genre: Fluff, Angst, Romance, Family/Comfort

Tags/Trigger Warnings: Gore/Blood, Suicidal attempts, Alcohol, Language, Panic Attacks

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After dinner, there was an awkward vibe between Shura and I. Neither her or I have said anything to each other even after she came home.

"You didn't tell me you were going on a trip.", Shura suddenly speaks up.

"My bad?", I say and she smacks me on my head. "Uh...OW!?"

Tatsuo hisses in sympathy.

"You earned that! You had me worried!", she says looking back at the sink. "All Might called home and I was worried sick. You're lucky I was stuck at work, or I'd have been there to strangle you."

I sweatdropped. "Please don't."

She sighs and shakes her head. "Just be careful. This is your first time fighting a villain and you almost died...."

"I didn't get anywhere close to dying, Shura.", I say, crossing my arms.

"To me, you did. I shouldn't have to get a phone call home about you being in danger or hurt, or worse.", she says, sullen and walking to her room.

"I know.", I say, looking down at my lap, not wanting to make it worse.

"She's only looking out for you, Sunako.", Tomohiro says.

I know.

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After two days of resting, I went outside only to see Bakugou already ahead.

“So, you weren’t gonna wait?”, I joked, catching up to him.

“Tch.”, he rolled his eyes. “You take too long. Shouldn’t take you 30 years to put on some pants.”

“You’re exaggerating and a drama queen,” I say.

He glared at me and I just laughed as we got to the entrance.

“Hey, Sunako!”, I hear Mina call me.

Before I could turn around, I was tugged somewhere into the girls changing room.

“What’s going on!?”, I exclaimed, seeing Yaoyorozu, Tsuyu and Uraraka trailing behind her.

“It’s about time you got out of those pants, don’t you think…?”, Ashido smiles sinisterly, along with the other trio.

“And that’s my cue to leave.”, Tomohiro says, disappearing.

You ass! Don’t leave me!!

I backed up into a wall. “What’re you trying to do….?”

Tsuyu wrapped me up with her tongue as Yaoyorozu sized me up, making a skirt, black thigh highs, a black bra in my size.

“Don’t even think about putting that on me!”, I yelled.

“Would you rather do it yourself?”, Ashido asked.

“I’d rather die!”, I deadpanned.

They looked at me with straight faces and neared me again.

“You can beat me or whatever, but I ain't putting it on!”, I exclaim.

"Oh, c'mon! It's not that bad.", Mina says, making me raise both of my eyebrows in disbelief.

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“Hey, you guys!!”, Ashido calls.

I felt myself being dragged inside the classroom, hearing a bunch of voices going around and then it gets quiet.

“We got something to show ya! Meet the new Homura Sunako!”, she announces, ripping a cover off of me.

I look around the room to see the rest of the class’s wide eyes and some of their cheeks dusted pink.

“Isn’t she cute??”, Uraraka asks.

“Very.”, Kaminari grins.

“I didn't need your opinion!”, I yell and Mina giggles, wrapping her arms around me.

I glanced toward the rest of the room. “What’re you guys staring at!? Quit gawkin’!!”, I growled.

“Aw, c'mon Sunako-chan…you don’t look bad. You’re super cute!”, Hagakure says.

“I’m not cute!”, I argue.

“She’s right, though!”, Kaminari says and grins at Kirishima. "Don't you think so, bro?" Kirishima rubs behind his neck. "C'mon, don't make her uncomfortable."

I groaned out loud turning to Mina. “Why’d you make me put this on?”

“To get in touch with your inner femininity.”, she says, shrugging.

What kinda answer is that….?

“She’s right, you know.”, Tomohiro says. "It doesn't hurt to do so every now and then."

Your opinion is invalid. You didn't help me.

The door slid open to show a wrapped up mummy.

“Who-?”, I started, but was cut off by threatening, but mumbled voice.

“Why are you all still up…? Sit. Down.”, a familiar voice says.

“Mr. Aizawa….!?”

“You’re back!!”

“Aren’t you supposed to be resting??”

“My well being isn’t of importance right now. I just need to let you all know that your battle isn’t finished.”, he says, walking over to the podium.

“What…?”

“More villains….?”, I whispered.

“The sports festival is coming up.”, he says.

Everyone sighs in relief. Asshole…

“I forget this is a school.”, Kaminari says.

“Everyone…I’m gonna do my best!”, Uraraka exclaims.

Everyone fist pumps the air. “Yeah!!”

“I said I’m gonna do my best!!”, Uraraka yells aggressively.

“Y-yeah….”

The class went by just as fast as it came and everyone clambered to leave.

“I’m so tired…”, I say, yawning. I glanced Uraraka as she trembles, facing the door.

“W-what the-!?”

“What’s going on!?”, Midoriya exclaims.

The door was blocked by various and many students from other classes.

“What now…?”, I say, walking up to group.

“What’re they here for!?”, Mineta yelled looking confused.

Bakugou brushes past me. “They know about USJ, you idiots. They’re scoping out the competition.”

Mineta points at him and looks at Midoriya as he reassures him.

Bakugou walks up to the door. “Now that we got that out the way, you idiots have no business looking in here. Now, get outta my way, extras!”

“H-hey! Bakugou!”

“You can’t just call people extras because you don’t know who they are!”, Iida yells.

I walked up to the door, but paused as a bored looking, lavender haired student walked up. “I heard you guys were impressive, but you just sound like an ass. I’m sad to find that you guys aren’t nothing but egotistical maniacs.”

“Hah!?”, Bakugou sneered.

I frowned. “Now, wait just a minute-”

The guy starts rambling and I sigh, tuning out.

This is a waste of time…

“Bakugou, where are you going? It’s your fault they’re in our grill!”, I hear Kirishima exclaim.

“None of that shit matters. When you rise to the top, none of these shitheads will matter.”, Bakugou says leaving.

"That guy moves to the beat of his own drum.", I say, rubbing my temple. "I kinda like him. He doesn't take shit from no one.", Tatsuo says, smirking.

You two might just get along then cause you're both annoying.

I sighed, walking out of the school after the day.

“I never understood what all that was about. They saw who they were up against, why provoke us?”, I grumble lowly.

“They want to see who was really a challenge. Considering this is a popular school.", Tomohiro says.

“Maybe they’re scared.", Tatsuo says and I roll my eyes. "Scared of what? We haven't done much."

"They'll be seeing soon enough but for now, just worry about training.", Tomohiro warns.

I walked inside my house and paused seeing my aunt drop her remote.

“You…you’re wearing a skirt….and you look ADORABLE!!”, she gets up and squishes my cheeks.

“Told you, it’s not bad. It’s a good change.”, Tomohiro grins.

“Yeah, yeah.", I grumble, pushing her off. "I haven't seen you wear a skirt in so long," she pauses. "Who put you up to it?"

I shook my head. "Just a couple of girls from my class." She raised her eyebrows. "You told your class? I mean, it's obvious but how did they take it?"

"They were shocked…. confused?", I shrug. "They accepted it fairly quickly for some reason but there's no need to dwell on it." She nods. "Well it's good that they're looking out for you too. Make sure you make a lot of friends, yeah?"

I nod. "Okay."

She claps suddenly. "Speaking of friends, guess who's back?"

I tilted my head in confusion and walked around the stairs to get to the kitchen, where she had this mystery guest hidden.

“X-xen!? Ushio!?”

Ushio Suki and Xen Yamato, my childhood friends. We met at an Aikido tournament after I'd beaten Xen. Ushio rushed at his side in seconds so she's had a crush on him for the longest.

Ushio came up to me and hugged me. “How’ve you been? I missed you!”

He shrugged and smiled. “We saw each other at the store and thought to drop by and see how you were doing.”

I frown. Now, of all times….?

“Give them a chance. They’ve missed you.”, Tomohiro says from the island.

“It’s been a year, you guys.”, I say.

Xen scratches his cheek and chuckles nervously. “Yeah…it has.”

“Yeah, sorry. I went to America for a while. I had to deal with my grandma remember?”, she asks.

“Oh, that’s right. At least somebody bothered to tell me something.”, I say, pointedly at Xen.

An awkward silence ruled out in the air.

“I’ll leave you guys alone.”, Shura said, leaving the kitchen.

I crossed my arms. “So…”

“How’re you doing after the USJ incident…?”, he asks.

How’d he know about that….?

“How'd you know I was there…?”, I asked.

“You can’t answer my question with a question.”, he says.

Yeah, I meant to come see you but it was this redhead standing outside the nurse's office.”, she says, scratching her neck.

Kirishima...

I shook my head. “You’re in my house. Answer mine.”, I say, looking at Xen.

“I’m in 1-B.”, he says.

“I’m in the Support department.”, Ushio says.

My eyes widen. “You two are at UA….? I haven’t seen you there.”

“I could barely recognize you either until I saw your face.”, he says.

“Same.”

I sighed. “Well I’m doing fine, as you can see. I just came back.”

“Yeah, I see.”, he says, looking me up and down. Ushio smiled widely, doing the same. "This look is cute.", she says.

I sigh. “Well, if that’s all you’re here for, you can have any snack and leave. I’m gonna go wash up.”, I say.

“Damn, you’re throwing us out already?”, he joked.

“Yes, get out.”, Tatsuo orders and Tomohiro pats his shoulder.

I rolled my eyes with a smile. “I’m pretty sure you got other things to do.”

“Yeah, you’re right.”, he says going through my pantry.

“Yup, gotta get back home. I didn’t even tell my mom I was coming to visit you.”, she says.

“Don’t touch my pockies, I’ll murder you both in your sleep.”, I say, walking away.

“I believe it.”, he says, still rummaging.

“We won’t!”, Ushio exclaims.

My phone binged as soon as I walked out of my bathroom,catching my attention.

{XXX-XXX-XX23}

Hey, grl!

Uh…what…?

{Dxmonix}

Who’s this…?

{XXX-XXX-XX23}

It’s Mina! Srry, I went through your phone when you were changing (¯∇¯٥)

{Dxmonix}

No worries (ーωー)

{Alien Queen}

Gotta add you to the Bakusquad now

{Dxmonix}

The what now?

{Alien Queen}

Mweheheh

{Dxmonix}

You're creeping me out Mina.

{Alien Queen}

Don't worryyyy

Alien Queen placed you in BakuSquad!

What the hell.

{Sparky}

Hey, Sunako chan!(≧▽≦)/

{Sticky}

What’s up?(*¯∀¯)ノ

{Sharkyboi}

Hewwo(≧▽≦)/

{Dxmonix}

Hey guys(￣▽￣)ノ

Alien Queen added Lord Explosion Murder!

{Dxmonix}

Uh…..wut…?

{Lord Explosion Murder}

Tf is this?

{Dxmonix}

Uh Mina…?

{Alien Queen}

So! Now that we have everyone here, it’s time for questions

{Lord Explosion Murder}

Hell no. Take me out of this shit

{Sticky}

Lmaooo

{Dxmonix}

Relax Explosion Boy

{Lord Explosion Murder}

Fuck off

And get me out of this chat!

{Alien Queen}

Not until we talk

{Dxmonix}

We're talking tho

{Lord Explosion Murder}

I'm going to sleep.

{Dxmonix}

Felt that

{Alien Queen}

Nuuuu

{Sparky}

Awwww lame

{Sharkyboi}

I smell fail

{Lord Explosion Murder}

If you’re fuckin finished, can I leave now

{Alien Queen}

Nope!

I shook my head, lurking through the messages and saved everyone's contact before slowly falling asleep.

Within the next few days of training for the festival, things weren’t getting any better. Everyone was bustling about getting themselves pumped up and prepared or some were just completely out of it and unprepared.

Me, on the other hand, I was a little bit of both.

“All of Japan will be watching, huh…?”, I asked Uraraka.

“Don’t remind me!”, she whines.

“It can’t be too bad…”, Yaoyozoru says trembling.

“Yaomomo, you’re shaking.”, Mina pointed out.

“Is everyone ready?”, Iida pops back in the room.

We all nod and get up until Todoroki calls Midoriya out.

I looked at him in confusion.

“Now, that we’re here for this festival…I just want you to know that I’m stronger than you.”, he says.

Midoriya just meekly nods.

“You’ve got All Might waiting for you on the sidelines. I won’t ask why, but I will beat you.”, he says.

He turns to me.

“The same goes for you, Homura. I don’t know exactly what your quirk is like, but I’ll beat you too.”

The hell did I do?

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aala-13jellychocolate · 4 years

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Awaiting Fondness

Pairing: Park Chanyeol x reader

Genre: angst, fluff.

Warnings: mention of the stalker.

Words: 4.5k +

Author Note: It is a simple one-shot. I tried to write fluff but end up with more angst. However, I hope you enjoy. Forgive my mistake and grammar.

Happy Chanyeol day!!

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The last day of college always depressing, the fun ends, time to become adult. You were sad for another reason. Your best friend murmur, “I know what you are thinking. You can still see him. He is my brother, remember.” You roll your eyes but smile at her, “Yoora, I won’t be able to. He is never home. Even if he is, it not like he will let me come every day.” Yoora hugs you, “My brother is the biggest jerk. How could he not love you? Forget him. I’ll find you a guy.” You laugh, hugging her back, said, “Yeah yeah, do that. For now, I’m unhappy. I will not get to see you or him every day.” You childishly pout, then you both giggle.

Chanyeol known best as camps bad boy. Bike, girls, fight, party, drinks, and all the best quality of the bad boy. That is what attracts every one toward him. However, things were different for you. Being a childhood friend of Yoora, you were able to see Chanyeol from puberty. You have seen the goofy person changing into dangerous, cute to hot. Yoora had helped you a lot. She always finds a reason to bring Chanyeol and you together to spend time, but it is no use, he is not into you. And have accepted it.

You and Yoora said bye to other friends and walk toward the college gate. Chanyeol happens to wait for his sister. He doesn’t even spare a look toward you like always. It has been the same since he comes to know your feeling. It is okay if he doesn’t have the emotion for you, but he behaves as if you have made great sin by falling from him. Being used to this situation, you ignore it.

In no time, you give me your last exam. You and all your friends go to the club to say farewells. You see Chanyeol while he comes to pick up Yoora. You wordlessly say goodbye to him.

It has been two years now, last time you had seen him. Although, you know everything about him. Thanks to Yoora. She gives you every bit of information about how he continues to be in the bad boy.

Besides Chanyeol, your life was good. Your parents let you grow without their support. You even went on a few dates and had a few one nights stands. But having a relationship is not in your option yet. Maybe because you know, it will be hard for any person to stay with you after knowing you cannot stop loving someone else.For the last two months, you had a difficult time at work. Finally, you get a free weekend. You ditch your workmate party so you can watch movies at home and be lazy. Plus, Yoora was at your house. Complaining about how annoyingly overprotectively her brother is behaving. And how he also joins her during her dates with her boyfriend. You were laughing at her, maybe little too much, making her scowl you.Yoora was getting ready for her date. “I hope, at least today, Chanyeol won't show up.” You want to laugh and give a sassy comment, but control, it been only one-hour you guy settle after a fight. But you did comment, how beautiful she looks in black dress and light make-up.She was waiting for her boyfriend, continually looking out of the window like a love-sick puppy. You ignore her and try to select a movie for your solo movie date. “Y/N, that creepy guy is again looking. I’m certain. He will make a move on you tonight.” You rolled your eyes. She is again overreacting. You lazily replied, “Yeah. It is totally dark outside. The head building, where he lives, is in the far good distance. Yet, you can see him is planning something. Yoora. End it. He cannot peek inside this apartment.”"Believe me, for once. Whatever, get ready. You are coming with me.”You don’t want to leave your miserable yet relaxing sofa, also, not wanting to medial on her date night like her brother.And she is overthinking like last time. You don’t know the person’s name, but he was simply looking for an apartment in your neighborhood. Even your landlord wanted to throw you out and give him your current place to him. Being a genuine person, he didn’t let your landlord do it. Finally, three months ago, he gets the apartment in your ahead building. You cross him many times on the road. And become ‘Hey’ and 'Bye.’ associates.“Okay, Yoora. Go on your date. I promise I won’t open the door even if there is a fire in my house. I will wait for your rescue. But please. I don’t want to leave the house tonight. Let me be a home-sick person. I beg you.” She didn’t like it. After a small argument, she agreed. Soon she left. You took a long hot shower, wear a short and thin top. Thinking about Yoora, you go to the window and look outside. It was dark. You cannot see anything.Ignoring everything, you get ready for a solo movie date. Suddenly the was knock in the door. For a moment, it gets you startled. Your friends and your parents were busy today. You think, maybe Yoora was right before. However, you open the door and wreck to see Chanyeol, appearing as he fought with someone. His one hand was around his was on his waist and other hands-on doorframes for support.He smirks while asking, “Do you mind helping?” Not trusting your voices, you nod, and lean-to supports him. You were shocked in every way. After two years, you see him like this. Yoora always complains about it, whenever Chanyeol goes to her house in this kind of state. And how many times he has ruined her dates by showing up bloody and bruised. You took him straight to the bathroom, make him sit on the toilet seat. You controlled expression, not showing much of affection, not require him to know, your love for him or pain seeing him injured. It was easy yet hard to control showing your emotion. All this while he was smiling like an idiot. God knows for what. You also give him a fake smile.You try to keep voice steady while saying, “You should clean up first.” He smiles and says, “I think I need your help in removing my shirt.” You nod and take small steps toward him. You help him remove his shirt; he keeps groaning due to pain, it looks fake. As your skin touches him, the sparkling wave passes through your veins. And seeing his toned build, you wanted to run your hand. You frown for thinking like this. Maybe because you were sexually frustrated, it has been long you had slept with someone. Not wanted to show you a blushed face, you turn around, clear your throat and say, “Left side tap has hot water, the right side has a cold. Clean yourself and call me. I’ll call your sister.” He stops you, “Don’t. Let’s not disturb her. I know it is a weekend and you must have someone coming over. I’m sorry I’ll leave. It is okay if you don’t like to help.” You turn toward him and almost shout, “NO.” You didn’t want him to leave in this condition. And it been long, you crave to see his face for a little long while. You go near him and push him generally back to the seat and says, “No one is coming. I’m alone. Just clean up and call me.” He agrees.While waiting, you try to think why Chanyeol to come to you. Today he looks back at you same as during time you guys were friends. Part of you was happy to see him after so long. Yoora sends you a lot of pictures of him in the last two years, but seeing him in front of your eyes is different. Still, it doesn’t make sense for him to come to you.You remember the day when you realize your feeling toward him. Before he knew your feeling, How much of a good friend he was. You used to feel he likes you too. As you gather the courage and start to show your feeling frequently, but when he offended you in front of everyone, you stopped and took a step back. Maybe he never means to humiliate, and he does like you yet, you didn’t push the matter and did what he wished you to do. A few months later, everyone thought, you have moved on from him, only Yoora know you haven’t. She helps you out in hiding. After everything only difference was your love has becomes silent, somehow mature.He calls you and bring you back to reality. He comes out of the bathroom in just pants, looking extremely hot. Crushing your excitement, you find the medical box as he sits on the bed. You can feel his eyes on yours every moment.He grins, “My Doctor friend already checked me and said to bandage cut in my waist. Please don’t call Yoora to allow her to enjoy her date, at least for once.” You craved to laugh. Finally, he is letting his sister be on a proper date, but you look at him with confusion. There was no cut in his waist, it scratches, nothing much. If he is okay, why he is here? Even if he is not okay, still it wasn’t making sense, why he is here.You ask a different question, “How do you know I stay here?” He smirks, “If my sister tells you everything about me so, she does tell me everything about you too.” What is your best friend trying to do here? Give him useless information to him. Thousands of times you have asked her to stop there was no meaning, he doesn’t have a feeling for you. He doesn’t even want to be your friend either. You got angry with her. He asks, “What are you thinking?” You give him a small smile and says, “I’m sorry. I’ll talk to her.”He keeps smiling, “No need. It is okay.” You hummed. Not knowing what else to say. You start applying for medicine on his scratches and ask, “Does it hurt?”He says, “Not much.” It is was awkward for you to be this close to him. And the way he is looking at you with a smile, it feels different. Thanking God for helping you in control your expression, you said, “I got everything is okay with you, but still you need Yoora. I’ll call her and ask her to come after her date. I won’t tell her about you.” He nods.He keeps looking at you silently while you clean up everything. You don’t know how to react. He looks different now. He seems fine, without any pain. If you are not wrong, he was faking it before, but why? He breaks the silence, “Are you sure, no one is coming? I saw popcorn and movie CDs ready. It looked like a movie date. And you look ready for a long night.” After a moment, you understand the meaning of 'long night.' How casually he asks if you are getting laid tonight. You craved to snap, but awkwardly say, “I was about to have a solo movie date.” “Solo? Okay, I will accompany you.”You cannot believe what is happening here. It feels like dreams that you have seen before, many times. You try to protest, “I’ll stay up all night with movies.” He gives you a big smile, “Okay. Message Yoora to come in the morning.” Your eyes got widen. He will stay here for the whole night, in the same room as you. What is with him today?He ignores you and sit on the couch, ready to watch movies. You feel disheartening. He knows you love him, right? Yet he is willing to spend the night here, giving you sweet torture to remember. After two years, does he again want you to feel pathetic because of your one-sided love?Again, he aimlessly says, "If you are feeling awkward, then change your clothes. Just stop giving me a look." You realize what you are wearing, but you were not awkward about that. You were enjoying awkwardness with Chanyeol being near you.You sit another side of your small sofa, to your surprise, he comes close to you, too close. As the movie started, he even warps his hand on your shoulder.You couldn’t control and ask, “What are you doing here?” He only smiles. You ask again, “Stop smiling like an idiot and say, why are you here?” He keeps smiling, but his voice was a little rough, “Because windows have a curtain to keep people from peeking in houses.” You couldn’t understand, window curtain? You don’t like the close window or curtains. You keep them open all the time. He gives you a small kiss on check then go and half-close the curtain. You become stock-still in one place. He naturally kisses you. You cannot decide if you are more shock or mad or uneasy.He looks toward you, seriously say, “From the last months, Yoora has observed someone stalking you. She told you, but you ignored her. And today, before she about to leave for the date, she saw him again. This time, she is sure something will occur. She told you repeatedly, but you ignored her. So she calls me.” You cover the face with your hands and huff, “Chanyeol, Yoora is overreacting, she had a misunderstanding. I had talked to him. He was finding a house in this area.“ You explain to him everything.He annoyingly said, “He was in this house, great girl. You don’t get scared, do you? Whatever my sister never makes a mistake in this stuff. And if you are saying is true, tomorrow morning, I’ll meet him and see about it.” You know there is no meaning of talking further. Both brother and sister are so stubborn. You have to speak with Yoora from involving Chanyeol on this. You ask, “Okay. You can go now. Come in the morning.” He starts laughing, “I’m not going anywhere. Until your stalker and I talk.” You were furious but cannot do anything, trying to overlook him and distract yourself by starting a movie.As the movie starts, he quietly sits with you. Unconsciously, he takes your popcorn tube from your hands. You internally get annoyed. Soon it was replaced with awe. He looks like a child. Toward the end, there was an emotional sense. You heard Chanyeol sob. You look toward him and laugh, seeing him shedding tears over a movie. Seeing you laugh, he regains his manful attitude. When you continue laughing, he says, “Better stop laughing, or I will make you stop.” You couldn’t stop. He growls, “Stop it. Now.” He looked threatening while saying it. However, you didn’t feel any fear, keep laughing standing up from the sofa. He grabs you by your waist, pulls you in his lap. You jolt by his action, not being this close to him ever before. You were nervous yet, so satisfactory. You try to push him away, “I’m sorry. Let me go.” He let you go. You awkwardly say, “You can watch movies if you want. I’m going to sleep. Good night.” He holds your wrist, "You always leave your guest alone, or I’m special?” Guest? Till now, he was behaving like he owns this house. You silently sit again and start another movie. You exactly don’t remember how, but you fall asleep.You woke up late in the morning, Chanyeol arms and legs wrap around you, still in your small sofa. It must be torment for him to sleep in a tiny place with his giant frame, with you. You completely awake, how did you sleep in his arms? You remember when you kissed him for the first time, he did kiss you back, but the next day, he changes. You thought it is just because he doesn’t know how to say what he felt, but it was your illusion, he never liked you. Today will hurt you again. Yet, you don't want you to wake him from a peaceful sleep. Slowly you slip from his hold and go back to your room.Your workmate message distracts you, irritating with weekend extra work. You complete your work, email, and go to the bath. You have forgotten about Chanyeol being in your place. Changing your clothes in a single almost see-through shirt, become comfortable. Roaming around the house, open all the closed curtain, bringing morning light inside your apartment and turn on the music, to relax.Chanyeol wakes up by it, smirk while saying, “Nice morning view.” You scream a bit, try to hide, begs him to look away, but he doesn’t, why did keep looking? You run inside your room. Your heart was beating too fast, full of embarrassment. He knocks at your room door, “Get ready, we are going to meet your stalker.” Asshole didn’t even apologize.You both reach to your so-called stalker house, ring the doorbell. You are positive. He was not after you. Due to office timing, you both cross a path. When doesn’t answer the door, you said, “Chanyeol, he must have gone to work. I’m telling you, he is a nice person, Yoora has just a misunderstanding.” He disagrees, “I doubt. She would never beg me to come for a small thing.” Knowing your best friend nature, of course, she has begged like hell. Otherwise, he would have never come. He doesn’t care about you. It angered you, don’t need unintended kindness of anyone. “Chanyeol, I don’t need your help. Even if he is a stalker, it is my problem, not yours. I know Yoora begged you to come here. I’ll talk to her. She will never again involve you in my problem, ever again.” He huff, “I’m here to help you. Stop showing me your hollow pride.” You snap, “I didn’t ask you to help me. And I just said, I don’t need your help.” You made him angry, his face becomes red, but you didn't care. Dragging you out of the building pushes you toward your building and left. You go straight to your bed. You were angry with Yoora too. It becomes okay to stay without seeing Chanyeol. Maybe you could have move-on to, but now new pain crosses your heart. You hate Chanyeol, currently Yoora too. You cry till you were tired then sleep.In the evening, your so-called stalker comes to meet you. “Hey. My neighbor said you had come to me in the morning. I'm surprised. I mean, we don't know each other. So, I come here to see. I mean, you have any problem or need something. By the way, my name is Junjin,” he tensely said. You smile toward your stalker/Junjin. You can understand him. You both were not even friends, yet you were at his door. You smile, invite him for coffee, introduce yourself. You truthfully explain to him, also about your friend's misunderstanding. You both talked for hours until he awkwardly tells you, it is late, he wants to leave. You noticed. He is very modest and sensitive. While leaving your place, he asks to become his friends. He also apologizes to you. By chance, you felt uneasiness around him. You ensure it okay, and you are happy to be his friend.After a few days, you and Junjin become good friends. You come to know he is alone, lost his family years ago. He works in an IT company nearby, that why he wanted the house in this locality. Due to his shy nature, he doesn't have many friends. Sometimes, he is overly cute. But he is also protective. In the last two months, it has become your habit to have dinner with him because he is good at cooking.Somewhere you were unhappy. Your only best friend is not speaking with you for the last two months, the longest break-up you had with her. You were still angry with her but couldn’t help to miss your best friend. You loved her. So, you called her. She picks up but stays silent.You said, “Hey, I’m angry, but you’re not speaking with me.”“Do you know how much Channie was angry with me because of you?”“I’m sorry, but it is your fault too.” She again goes silent, showing disagreement. You continue, “I had chatted with the stalker, his name is Junjin, and you had a misunderstanding about him. He seems a nice person.” You can say. She didn’t like it. You convince her to meet him once then decide. After the meeting, if she still feels the same, you will obey her. She agreed to it.Next weekend after Yoora meets him, she becomes okay with friendship but asks you to be careful. You hesitantly ask about Chanyeol. For the first time, she refused to speak about his brother. You didn’t push the matter, although it hurt you a lot.Everything went back to place beside Yoora stops telling you about Chanyeol. You were missing him too much. It was not like he is with you every day, but hearing about him was always a happy thing.On the other hand, Junjin and your friendship were growing. To your surprise, he asks you out. You tell him you cannot. You are not ready. After that, he asks you to continue the friendship. The thing was normal again.Today, it becomes late at work. Your workmate comes to drop you off. You invite him for late-night coffee. Suddenly Junjin, start banging your door. His behavior makes you and your workmate suffering. You speak to him about it. He says apologize nevertheless does the same. When it begins to happen too often, you start maintaining distant from him.When Yoora comes to stay with you, you told her about Junjin. She gives you ‘I told you so’ look but be your supportive friend. For taking your mind away from stuff, she takes you for one week holidays. Fortunately, you got holidays from work. During the holiday, you indirectly ask about Chanyeol. She still denies telling anything about him. It feels like she is giving you a punishment. You loved him. You wanted to say sorry for your behavior. You missed talking regarding Chanyeol. However, you know your mistake.When you return home, Junjin got angry about going without telling him. It pisses you off completely. You ask him to stay away from you. For a few days, he continuously says sorry in message and calls or whenever you see him. You block him in every way possible.You went late-night grocery shopping after party with at the office. You reach the apartment and see Junjin waiting at your door. He looks angry, but said in a dull voice, “Where were you till now?” You push him away from your door while say in the same manner, “Who you are? Why I’m answerable to you?” You open the door, put the bags inside. “Do you know what time it is? You are roaming with him till this late.” You huff, "Again, none of your concern." He seems to get your point. You about went inside your apartment, suddenly, he grabs your arms, tightly making you cry out due to pain.He pushes you in the ground, coming above you, he grabs your throat. You try to fight but no use. He increased pressure on your throat little by little. He smirks while saying, “I just wanted a friend, and you were perfect for it. I even proposed you to keep you close, but you want everyone. It is not easy to satisfy you. And fuck. Where is he now? Huh, I thought he loves you. That wasn’t the reason he uses to wait every day for you. In the morning, coming before you go to work, in the night, wait downstairs until you are inside your home safely. Whenever or wherever I see, he is behind you.” You cannot understand what he is talking about or who? You try to push him, but he was so strong. Slowly you were losing consciousness. All the oxygen inside your body got used.Thankfully, Chanyeol comes from nowhere. He shoves Junjin away from you and starts hitting him. You sit up, try to get steady while coughing, breathing heavily. Chanyeol makes sure Junjin doesn’t have the energy to do anything.Chanyeol comes to you and asks, “Are you okay?” You still in shock to reply with anything. He takes you in his arms, rocking you back and forth, “Everything is okay now. Try to relax. I promise he won’t do anything. I'm sorry for being late.” You couldn’t reply, keep crying you wrap yourself around him.The next minute, cops showed up. Thanks to your neighbor's child, he saw Junjin waiting for you for more than two hours. When he feels odd above his behaviors while waiting, the kid calls the cops. You couldn’t be gladder to him and Chanyeol for saving you. Cops inform that Junjin is a wanted criminal. He has history stalking and killing. Due to a lack of living proof, he manages to come out of jail. They ask you to come down to the station tomorrow for the statement.Yoora comes with her boyfriend. You cry in your best friend's shoulder. She informs your parents, they are coming by morning. When she says about going to her home, you beg her not to. You were still scared to stay alone. Chanyeol sends them away by saying he will stay with you. You bewilder by everything. You were feeling ashamed for not trusting and fighting before. So you didn't struggle when Chanyeol stayed behind.You were crying in your bed, Chanyeol comes and asks for a medical box. He got hurt during the fight, making you feel more terrible. He sits on your bed. While applying antiseptic, you say in a slow voice, “I’m sorry because of me, you got hurt.” He smiles, “It is okay, but don’t fight with me next time. And when me or my sister say something, please listen to it.” You nod, tear start flow again. He gets up and pulls you in a hug. You also hug him back, “I’m sorry, I should have listened. He seemed a genuine person. He even becomes my friend in a short time. I don’t know how this happens. I don’t know what he was saying or about whom while he…. he was....” You couldn’t complete it. Chanyeol says while rubbing your back, “He was talking about me. After our fight, I still have been around you. Particularly after he asks you for the date." You thanked him again.Chanyeol tries to make you sleep with his arm wrap around your waist, others rubbing your back. Your head buried in the crook of his neck. Still, you couldn't. Your mind is full of Junjin throughs. "Y/n, sleep." He said like order. You hummed, attempted, and failed. He whispers, "It feels nice, be with you like this." You couldn't understand for a minute. He added, "I should have done this earlier, during our college." It hit you. How physically close you were with Chanyeol. Immediately, you create distance with him. He comfortably put rest his hands in the back of the head and close his eyes. You murmured, "I'm fine now. You can go home." You wanted him to stay, but the reality is he will leave you sooner or later. He should do it now. Maybe it will hurt you less this time. He doesn't move an inch, and you stare at his calm face. He mutters, "I wasn't helping you because Yoora asked me. I did it because it was you.” You grew puzzled about what he was trying to say. He opens his eyes, looking into yours, continues, "Sorry for taking this long. I always thought you are better off me, get a nice guy who can give you the world. But after spending a little time around you and knowing you still love me, I cannot control anymore."Your heartbeat works faster. It feels like a real dream. Your spirit always knew he loved you, and it is correct. He does love you. He waits for you to say something, but your voice is gone. He pulls you back in his arms. You try to move, but his hold was tight. "Don't move, please. I won't be able to say while looking at you." He pauses then declared, "Y/n. I love you. I love from our childhood. Just like you, I cannot be with anyone else. I'm sorry for making things twisted." You cannot put your feeling in words. You got the world. He loves you back. You pull him closer, hold him tighter. Thank god. He doesn't need a word. He knows you. "Y/n. You willing to give a chance after everything?" You nod, in the embrace. "Then please, let me go and look at me." You did. He smiles and moves only to brings his lips to yours.You were positive, it won't be easy to manage with him. But you love him, and ready to struggle. Finally, your story with him has started.

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synnefo-nefeli · 4 years

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I’m a die hard Clerith shipper since 1997, you can’t change my mind but the one thing I won’t tolerate in FFVII aside from shipping wars, is anyone shitting on Tifa.

Don’t. You can like Clerith without hating Tifa. You can find other reasons to not to like Tifa as character, that isn’t “I don’t like her because she gets in the way of my ship”

Personally, Tifa isn’t one of my top tier FF characters, but I am not going to ignore how much of a badass and important person Tifa is to Cloud’s story.

People cite Aerith’s death and burial as the most important moment of FFVII, and yes it’s heartbreaking and an iconic scene. But you know what’s also an important scene?

Tifa in the lifestream with Cloud setting his memories straight. Tifa who up until this moment unbeknownst to the player, is aware that Cloud as he’s presented himself thus far *isnt* the Cloud he thinks he is. She’s been patiently going along with Cloud’s story trying to figure out *what happened* to him/ how he appeared in Midgar boasting of being a SOLDIER while clearly suffering from Mako poisoning/how will she ultimately break this story to him.

Think how hard it was for her to watch Cloud have ptsd episodes and not know how to ground him other than to say “it’s okay. Pull yourself together, let’s keep moving”, because she doesn’t know how or why Cloud is suffering.

But then they fall into the Lifestream together and Tifa helps Cloud sift through the memories warped and altered by the poisoning and Cloud’s severe PTSD.

Only Tifa could help Cloud here- she’s the only one on the Team who has known Cloud since they were young/understands Cloud’s motivations for wanting to become stronger in joining SOLDIER.

This part of the game is beautiful and emotional, and very ahead of it’s time in its portrayal and meta-discussion of PTSD; Cloud isn’t magically healed and back to normal, he never will be, be he’s reclaimed his identity enough that he can begin to heal. I’m replaying the original atm and the moment still holds and I’m hoping that the remake nails this moment. It’s as important and impactful to Cloud as a character as Aerith’s death.

Speaking of Aerith. Aerith and Tifa become friends from the jump. Aerith is so respectful of Tifa that twice she makes sure that she isn’t encroaching on Cloud and Tifa’s relationship. She asks Cloud if Tifa is his girlfriend, she reassures Tifa in Don Cornero’s Mansion that she’s not there to steal Cloud from her.

And yeah, Aerith isn’t trying to steal Cloud or anything - she helped a cute buff guy recover from a fall, asked him for an escort because this time the Turks brought backup to capture her, and got swept up in the ensuing events.

Hell, Aerith is ride or die for Tifa BEFORE THEY EVEN FORMALLY MEET EACH OTHER. Aerith sees Tifa being carted off to Wall Market and her “some bad shit’s about to happen to this woman if we don’t move NOW” senses go off.

Cloud’s like “oh let me take you home first and I’ll get my teammates...” and Aerith’s like “YOU NAIVE FOOL? DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT HAPPENS TO CUTE GIRLS IN WALL MARKET? (tbh, considering how naive Cloud can be, I am going with ‘nope’.) WE GOTTA GO! QUICK GET INTO THIS SEXY DRESS BECAUSE MR. SOLDIER YOU’RE NOT COMING UP WITH A BETTER PLAN WE CAN WORK WITH!!” Aerith drives the entire plan to get into the Don’s mansion. She negotiates the dress, the wig, the makeup, EVERYTHING, to make sure that Cloud can pass as a women to come into the Mansion with her.

Heck, Aerith was going to go into the mansion HERSELF to get Tifa when the guard was like “No dudes allowed.” The only reason they went looking for dresses in Cloud’s size, was because Cloud got all “No, I can’t let you go in there a lone if it’s as bad as you think it is”, (as if he hadn’t just spent the last day with this woman watching her completely kick ass in battle). So Aerith was like, “Fine, you wanna come with me? Get in the Silk Dress, Cloud” with the same energy as Shinji’s Dad.

And when Aerith gets captured, Tifa was like “WE GOTTA GO AND SAVE HER FROM SHINRA!” as well as protecting Aerith through the whole ShinRa office building mission when the groups had to split up. So yeah, these two queens love and respect each other from the get-go, they put Cloud in his place, tease the shit out of him and Barret, probably had hair-braiding trains at camp, and support the hell out of each other .

Also, as we see from the rest of FFVII and in AC, Tifa is devastated by her friend’s death and continues to grieve with Cloud. Tifa is emotionally intelligent enough to see that Cloud’s grief and guilt over Aerith’s death is killing him, but also respects his need for space. However, when she finds that he has Geostigma and has staying away from everyone so he can just waste away and die as some sort of penance for not being able to save Aerith and zack, she get’s PISSED at him. Tifa is instrumental in bringing Cloud back (again) to his senses. Making him see, that he doesn’t only belong to himself, he belongs to their family, just as much as they belong to him. The love and fierce protection Cloud has for his family? They have that for him and believe he’s more than worthy of that love. Tifa takes none of Cloud’s mopey and self-loathing bs, and sets him straight.

So if you think Tifa is only there for fan-service, an annoying bitch who is there to be jealous of Aerith, is there just to make a love triangle so SE can pander to fans on both sides, you clearly

a) didn’t play the games b) missed one of the best female relationships and examples of women supporting women in gaming c) missed how equally important both Aerith and Tifa are to Cloud in their own ways

IMO I see her and Cloud as platonic soulmates- kinda like Black Widow and Hawkeye- they have history, they have shared trauma from their childhoods and in the destruction of Nibelheim, they know what it’s like to grow up in a poor country town that’s been exploited by Shinra on so many levels from the natural resources to it’s culture of military indoctrination and idealization.

Yes, there was an innocent first love, but after certain events, to me- it’s moved beyond romantic attraction between them. They’re always going to be important to each other and in each other's lives.

Their innocent first love to me, mirrors Zack and Aerith’s, but Aerith moved on and fell in love with Cloud. Yes, Cloud reminded her of Zack, she probably wanted to remain close to Cloud to get closure on what exactly happened to him.

People often forget, Aerith *knows* Zack’s died and returned to the Lifestream in the way that she knew her adoptive mother’s husband had died before word reached them. When she has her awkward moment in Gongaga it’s not because she’s now realizing that he’s dead, she’s now realizing that these are Zack’s parents and they still don’t know what became of their son. Zack was scrambled into Cloud’s memories due to trauma and because Zack was someone Cloud looked up and was his ideal, combined with the fact that Zack was the only person talking to Cloud for 9 months as Zack carried his catatonic self back to Midgar. But Cloud didn’t *become* Zack, only Zack’s plans of becoming a mercenary and being a former SOLDIER were impressed upon him. If Cloud actually became Zack he would have been chipper, this energetic “I’m a hero!” all around good-guy hero Zack made himself out to be. The Cloud we first meet...isn’t- yes he thinks he’s a former SOLDIER turned merc, but he’s sardonic, arrogant, and too much of “tough guy/lone wolf”...he’s more like his child-like self who was made to feel like an outsider and wants to showoff how much cooler and stronger he’s become. He didn’t find Aerith because Zack was some how possessing him. Aerith and Cloud meeting was destiny, and their subsequent relationship is independent of their past histories with Zack. And if Aerith is interested in Cloud because she reminds him of Zack - well...the woman is allowed to have a type.

I digress.

Cloud was in love with Tifa in that - “hey! notice me! If I go off an become this awesome guy, I’ll be worthy of your attention” sort of way, that teens get. He was a lonely kid, often bullied by the other children in the village (Tifa included), and probably didn’t know *why* he wanted Tifa’s attention- it was most likely Tifa had the most social capital among the kids. And despite her hot/cold treatment of him,Cloud who was desperate to prove himself, figured that if he somehow “won” Tifa’s attention, it would “show them”. I am not saying that Cloud was using Tifa or didn’t care about her- he does love her. He blamed himself for not being strong enough to save her when she tried climb Mt. Nibel. But you can’t ignore that his thirst to prove himself wasn’t wrapped up in his crush. It’s your typical “become a hero, get the girl” idealization. Cloud was 14 when he left Nibelheim for Shinra’s military. He was a child, just like Tifa, with a naive idea about how the world worked- and the world slapped them both in the face, HARD. Relationships mature and change over time. Outside forces can and will shift your dynamics in how your relate to the people you love. Sometimes your first crush, becomes one of your very best friends (happened to me personally so maybe this informs my take on Cloud and Tifa) because when you’re young you don’t understand that loving someone, outside of your nuclear family, isn’t only constrained to romance. This is what I believe happened to them. Cloud and Tifa had the quintessential school yard crush, and when they were reunited years later in Midgar, they still care deeply for each other in a different way than they did when they were 14 and 13.

But those are MY feelings, it’s how I play the game’s attraction mechanics; I am afforded to shape Cloud’s relationships as I, the gamer, see fit. I understand why Cloti shippers ship Cloud and Tifa, and they’re just as valid as Clerith, Zarith, Clack, etc.. but I’m a sucker for M/F platonic soulmates because there needs to be MORE of that in media. I rather Cloud and Tifa be platonic soul mates, co-parenting Marlene and Denzel with Barret, than Cloud “settling for Tifa because Aerith died”. which that explanation for Cloud x Tifa, often used by Clerith shippers, just undermines who Tifa is as a character and her’s and Cloud’s relationship.

But anyway, even though I don’t ship them and Tifa is not my #1 girl for VII, she is a vital character. She’s not there for fan-service. She’s not there exclusively for a love triangle and to cause tension between Aerith and Cloud. Tifa is VITAL to Cloud’s story, to the story of VII, to the planet of Gaia. You wouldn’t have VII’s core story without Tifa. And I will go to the mat for her just as hard as Aerith did when she saw Tifa in the cart bound for Wall Market.

So again: you may not ship her with Cloud, or she may not be your fave in VII, but in this house we forever respect the badass queen whose name is Tifa Lockhart

#ffvii #rant #tifa lockhart #in this house we love and respect Tifa Lockhart #even though we don't ship her with anyone really #I used to ship her with Barret and sometimes Rude #If Cloud didn't exist I would prolly ship her with Aerith tbh

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Once I was an Eagle

Part II has landed, my friends. I hope you enjoy it. :)

NSFW under the cut.

As always I’ll never get tired to say the words of appreciation to my beta @eclecticstarlightconnoisseur <3

Thanks for sticking with this story, guys. ♥

All the chapters can be found on AO3 as well.

Chapter I: The beginnings

Chapter II: Sassenach

Chapter III: Catharsis

Chapter IV: Lovestruck. Part I

CHAPTER V: Lovestruck. Part II

Jamie ran feeling his leg muscles burn with the effort. Endlessly long, his feet stumbling over the dry branches cracking under his feet startling forest’s inhabitants that seem not to care of his attempt to escape. They know there is no way out. He feels the slap of wet leaves on his face and scratches all over his skin. An aching hollow space inside his chest is growing bigger and bigger. Ultimately, Jamie knows his heart will be ripped out at the end. The sweat dripped down his face forming salty paths. Jamie wants to scream that it stops. He wants to fall down and beg for mercy. But something behind pushes him back further and further into the darkness. His own mother’s voice whispering “Ye didna try hard enough.”

In the end, the darkness has won. Once again he succumbs to its cold clutches.

* * *

The crisp, fresh Highland air always brings him back on track. Jamie thinks it is one of the main reasons why he feels much better when he’s in the wilderness, especially since his Mam has passed away. He enjoys the freezing early morning air, giving his skin goosebumps and his mind to think straight once again.

He shivers at the swoosh of cold wind. His toes slowly developing a bluish tinge standing on a chilly stone patio. The skies are pink aquarelle with white fluffy marshmallow clouds passing by. Jamie can hear the birds taking charge of the morning chirping away in the garden in front of him. He thinks Claire would love the view. Claire.

Jamie tiptoes back inside closing the doors behind him back facing the wall. Even if he wanted to wake her to catch the beauty of early rising he could not do it. Jamie has learned by now that Claire was a relatively light sleeper. Not by her nature but rather her professional duties. She always slept with her iPhone kept near at hand always, heard each and every message and call. Sometimes Jamie wanted to throw that technical invention through the window and see it break into small pieces. It was his only chance to see her peaceful. Her face always seemed to be concentrating, as if she was not truly asleep. But now that little crease between her eyebrows seemed to be gone.

Claire usually slept like a child with her knees brought up close to her body and wrapped up into a blanket cocoon-like, now was sprawled on her back. The mass of curls exploded into the waves all over the pillow. Like a crown, he thought. One of her breasts peeked from under the quilt, her veins cast a bluish trail over her pale skin all the way down the soft hip pressed to the mattress in its relaxed shape. Jamie was sure he knew each and one of those blue paths under her skin and could trace the map of them on her body with his eyes closed. The morning sun travelled through the thin curtains running its warm rays over Claire’s skin. There was something that came to his mind so sudden that the realisation almost knocked him down.

Sorcha.

She was his remedy from that darkness he was running from. That light he longed for so badly but could never find.

When Jamie slid under the blankets next to her she stirred just a bit but did not wake.

He could try to speak to her in English, Gaelic, French; he would even learn any other language just trying to explain what he felt. But it still would not be enough. He was falling in love. Falling in love gave him the same tickling sensation inside his belly and made him breathless as when he rode the roller coaster for the first time at the age of ten.

* * *

Half awake and drowsy I thought that my cat decided to crawl under the quilt in an attempt to beg for his morning feeding. My eyes snapped open when reality kicked in. I viewed a glorious pink sky surrounding the high mountains I saw yesterday through the window of the cottage. The sun crept along the wall, drawing knitted lines of light there. I watched the sunny glimpse run away (creation of the curtains dancing in the wind). It climbed up on the bed all the way up burying itself inside Jamie’s red hair that shone like Amber. His head found its residence in the valley between the milky white of my legs. Jamie’s lips softly touched a spot on the inner side of my thigh where three birthmarks gathered together.

“Ye ken ye have a witch mark here?” His thumb circled dark dots upon my skin.

Something that vaguely sounded like “mmmm” escaped my mouth. All of a sudden I forgot how to breathe.

“Now I ken about them too.”

The rest of the blanket was pushed aside falling to the floor with a soft whisper. It was the competing temperatures, the cool air of the room playing against my hot skin, that raised goosebumps all over me.

I tried to tell him that I am not a witch though (as if they really existed and he was going to execute me). But the words remained stuck inside my throat only letting out a moan when the velvet of Jamie’s tongue descended lower. In mere seconds, my legs began to tremble, hips instinctively rising up with want. But Jamie’s hand laid atop my stomach keeping me pinned on the mattress. A shuddering sigh left my seized lungs as Jamie flicked his tongue once, twice and then his lips closed over the sensitive flesh sucking.

The ceiling started to spin above and I closed my eyes, surrendering to the only existing thing in the world that moment - Jamie. His exploration up and down, from left to right, circling and suckling did not last long before the daylight has disappeared from the view and my cry echoed in the room.

As the real world returned and I regained my senses, I felt my breathing slowly return from short gasping breaths. Jamie's blue eyes settled on me excitedly remarking, "We have a great day ahead of us."

Jamie indeed had plans. It was hiking in fact (“it’s a must in Highlands, ye canna not do it”). Mentally I kicked myself for stopping jogging in the mornings. How big is the chance that I’m not going to be out of breath ten minutes into our nature exploration? The yoga classes where I went with Geillis was also abandoned after several weeks. “I stand enough on my feet in the surgery” I reasoned with myself (and Geillis who made a remark about having “trained arse”).

With perfectly ripe avocados on toast and cherry tomatoes for breakfast (with occasional kisses in between, Jamie tasting sweetly of orange juice and I of strong coffee) we made it outdoors.

The Highlands was dressed in autumn. The leaves were toned in shades of orange, red, and gold causing the scenery to look as if someone had spilled paint down them. Other sepia coloured leaves fell down, whispering their goodbyes to the last warm days. They rustled softly as they dropped from dry branches bidding their farewells. I remembered as a child I liked collecting star-shaped maple leaves, creating a bouquet of reddish-brown remnants of summer. I used to put them between the pages of my Dad’s books in his office. Usually, he would find them days later and smile at me. Together we would take them out and stick into the notebook I had. We did that each autumn until my blue notebook was left behind. As well as the life of my parents when uncle Lamb turned the keys to close the door of our London house. That way he locked away my childhood forever.

Jamie was a walking book of legends and stories. Since we left the cottage he was telling me all kinds of things I’ve never even heard about. He made a remark that I should be ashamed I live in Scotland and only heard about the Loch Ness Monster.

“Have ye ever heard about Kelpies?”

“No, I haven’t,” I shook my head clinging to Jamie’s forearm for support when we passed a muddy puddle.

“Kelpies were said to take the form of a horse. They could also take a human form. They would use their beauty to lure people to climbing upon them before being taking them into the water, not to be seen again.”

“Charming.” I grimaced.

“Dinna fash, I willna let them take ye.” Jamie laughed grabbing me by the waist before I was trapped under his lips.

The cool mid-autumn air slightly burned inside of my throat when I inhaled too deeply. Not being used to such fresh, crisp sensation I coughed feeling my eyes water. Jamie who walked next to me, kicking the leaves with his shoes, squeezed my hand softly.

“Yer okay, mo nighean donn?”

I liked the sound of the Gaelic he spoke sometimes. His ability to fluidly incorporate it into his speech when he spoke to me made me long to hear it even more. Made me long for him. There was something about the way he sounded. The soft lilt of his voice, the deepness of his accent with a trace of huskiness that poisoned my blood with curiosity and mystery. I was dying to know what he was saying but also wished it to remain a secret. But I could not resist.

“Jamie, what you just said, what does it mean?”

Jamie stopped turning me to face him. His warm breath travelled upon my skin as his forehead leaned to meet mine. He smiled lips curling into a soft shape.

“It means my brown-haired lass.”

“Rather a dull colour I always thought,” I whispered, the pink blooming in my cheeks.

His lips brushed mine. Hands tangling around his neck, I kissed back, fingers running along with the soft curls on his nape.

“No,” Jamie’s finger gently touched a stray curl on my cheek. “No, not dull at all. It’s like the water in a burn, the way it ruffles down the rocks. Dark in the wavy spots with wee bits of auburn when the sun touches it.”

I knew this wasn’t just a crush on him. I was well and truly smitten. There was such a serenity when he was around that I could not imagine how should I carry on if he suddenly disappeared. My heart was swelling with my feelings growing with something that one day I could name as love. And I was unquestionably petrified but with him, there was nothing I could be afraid of.

Every time he looked at me like that, the world seemed to stop.When he kissed me, I felt breathless as if all the air from my lungs. His presence, his being was stretching throughout my whole body wrapping around my heart and cradling my soul between his hands. How could I not be falling in love with this man?

Jamie softly kissed her temple when she closed her eyes. His heart leapt as he held her like that. They stood there in the middle of nowhere, with the mountain rising above them, golden leaves falling down. They were spiralling all the way to the ground as the signs of a bright future life holds for them. The way Claire’s body melted into his, her chin rested at the crook of his neck, Jamie’s hands holding her waist tightly. It was more intimate than anything else they’d done already.

“Claire, about what ye said yesterday,” He spoke quietly into her hair. “Do ye really feel that way?”

Her words echoed in his fevered mind. ‘I fancy you. Very much.’

She nodded.

A romantic inside Jamie wanted to tell her that he loved her from the first moment Claire’s solid head bumped into him but he nodded back tightening his grip on her.

The mountains rose high into the blue. We passed fields with yellowish grass, still wet with morning dew making our shoes damp; It was a glorious expanse of dried grass softly rustling in the wind bending over where we walked creating a pathway.

When my fingers became cold and numb from the freezing Highlands wind Jamie untangled our hands to share the pocket of his jacket with me. We ate a tuna sandwich and vinegar crisps on the wooden bench that stood in the valley near an abandoned cabin. Jamie spilled half of our coffee from the tumbler he prepared. I stifled a need to laugh at him, my thumb gently sweeping away sandwich crumbs from his lower lip. My lips chapped from the wind but Jamie’s touch soothed the burning sensation.

“Ye ken that Loch Lomond,” Jamie pointed to the left where in the distance a great lake stretched out. “Is the largest water lake in British Isles?”

“It surely looks like it,” I smiled looking at the dark water on the horizon. “How do you know so much?”

Jamie chuckled speeding up in front of me to let me pass in safety then, with the help of his steady hand.

“I grew up in the countryside, Sassenach. That’s where I belong. That’s what I love. A Scot must know his history.”

“You know, you would be one of those Highlander warriors in the past for sure.” Laughing, I pinched his biceps.

When we reached the blanket of trees at the base of the mountain, the sun started to go down in the horizon. The sky almost vanished in the forest leaving us with small glimpses of the blue coming through the thickness of pines above us. We took at least a hundred awful selfies during our four-hour hike. I spied a flower that bloomed in all possible shades of purple. Crouching down, I took a picture of it so I could look it up later.

I heard the leaves rustling under Jamie’s feet when he appeared next to me holding out his phone.

“I, er… I... I need to take a pish,” Jamie announced shyly. “Dinna want to drop it down the rocks”

“Smart.” I chuckled hiding his iPhone into the depths of my jeans pocket.

The mist started to gather around covering the ground with a smoky quilt. I inhaled fresh air perfumed with the rich fragrances of the trees and plants. It was filled with a promise of coming rain clouds ready to burst any moment. I mentally estimated how long we have to get to the cottage before we got soaking wet.

The buzz of Jamie’s phone took me out of my thoughts. Not sure what to do, I fished it out my pocket.

“Jamie, you got a text!” I shouted into the tall trees startling a lonely bird from the bush.

“Who’s it from?” His voice echoed back somewhere from the left.

Hesitating for a few seconds I looked down at the screen to see the message. Involuntarily my eyes ran along two lines of letters.

“How are u, mo ghraidh? Dougal popped by, said he canna reach ye, it was urgent. I guessed ye didna have a connection there. Xx.”

The box From said Jen with two emojis -a heart and a house. It was Jenny.

“It’s your sister.” I handed him the phone when he came out brushing off the pine needles from his pants.

When we were going down I wondered what those words meant that Jenny had called him. It was something he’d said to me once before. While Jamie was telling me something about the castle that we could see from our path I googled the meaning of Gaelic that I could not understand.

It said, “My love” and my heart sank down my chest and then almost broke free out of it ready to burst with happiness.

My love.

* * *

The countryside stretched itself around us in brown, golden and burgundy stains of colours. The hills rolled in soft waves of yellow grass meeting the ground in the valleys with hidden flora.

We walked back in companionable silence holding our hands, fingers securely tangled together, not breaking that needed contact between us.

When there was less than a kilometre until we get to the house the grey skies grumbled with anger. The heavy clouds no longer wanted to wait and cold drops started to fall down as gunfire. In no time it turned into a heavy storm soaking the ground beneath us until it was soft and slippery under our feet. The downpour of water felt icy cold and we had to run lest we get completely wet. The wind howled muting our laughs but for once in the longest time, I felt reckless and happy.

Jamie went to the bedroom peeling off his clothes that stuck to the skin. I followed in suit, not wishing to catch a cold and left a damp pile of clothes on the floor. While I had the time I filled the bathtub with steaming water. Turning off the main light the room went into the warm glow of the candles I’d managed to find in the cabinet in the living room. They were half used, the wax melted into peculiar figures. I had placed them in the corners near the windows and popped a couple on the bathtub sides. Sliding down the water, my eyes closed at the feeling of heat soaking into me. I physically could feel each muscle in my body relax and become numb, limp.

Jamie stood in a doorway looking at me quietly. In this light, he reminded me of a Greek statue. He was beautifully made. With long, graceful bones and flat muscles that flowed smoothly from the curves of chest and shoulder to the slight concavities of belly and thigh. He was fair with bits of freckles but slightly touched by the sun, toned in a way that reminded me floral honey.

“Come here,” I spoke quietly lifting my hand up from the depths of the water.

He walked over slowly, stepping gracefully as a cat, not breaking our gaze. I felt a tight knot in the bottom of my belly starting to ache just by looking at him. Soon his boxers were left aside together with the puddle of my clothes. The water raised slightly when Jamie got in, sitting behind me, my back pressed to his chest. His hands roamed on the water slick sides of my thighs and my head dropped down his shoulder. I hummed an appreciative ‘hmmm’ at his touch. It felt soothing and much needed after our long hike.

“I must tell ye something, Sassenach.” His voice sounded husky. It was the tone that pulled at the deepest strings inside me. “I’m sure ye bewitched me. Cause for God’s sake I canna imagine how I managed to live without ye before.”

My head turned slightly to the left as my lips had found the column of his neck. I loved to touch him. But not just in a sexual way. Being with him, simply existing in the same space, in a distance of millimetres of each other. This became my everyday dose of oxygen. I craved him. All of him. Including his soul and heart and all of his body. He seeped deep into my being and would remain there forever I was sure of it. And I could not remember life before him anymore. As it simply could not be there without James Fraser. I ached for him every time we separated and I would be a damn fool to deny that.

“I think I can’t imagine that either,” I whispered kissing my way down his torso. When he was well-loved with my lips, my mouth and hands Jamie pulled me up cradling my face between his palms.

“I could love ye, Claire. I could love ye well.”

I exhaled feeling his moist full lips tracing my collarbone. When Jamie lifted me up from the water that became our shelter of warmth and my hands circled around his neck I remembered.

When Jamie kissed the tip of my nose I remembered twisting my ankle two years ago on the slippery grocery store tile after the rain.

When his hands held me tightly, the drops scattering off my body I remembered calling first Geillis asking to bring me to A&E.

When Jamie’s lips softly touched my forehead I remembered that I called Frank but he did not pick up being busy at the meeting.

When Jamie passed the first stair I remembered I stayed home and felt lonely.

When Jamie’s lips dragged down my neck I remembered that Frank had left to the conference in London saying that he’d call me several times a day to check on me.

When Jamie gently laid me down the bed I remembered feeling awfully lonely despite Frank’s words of reassurance and support, calls and promise to come back soon.

When Jamie’s thumb brushed over my nipple I remembered feeling empty.

When Jamie held me I felt safe. And when he leaned in to kiss me I whispered into his lips.

“I could love you too. I could love you well.”

#outlander #once i was an eagle #outlander fic #outlander fanfic #maviemesregles #jamie x claire #jamie fraser #claire beauchamp #the frasers #modern au #these babies

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prettywordsyouleft · 5 years

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Destined (Series)

Summary: You craved meeting your soulmate, but you wished more than anything he could be your best friend, Mark. When Mark finally meets his soulmate, you get the chance to find yours and he’s not at all what you expected.

Characters: Park Jinyoung x reader ft Mark Tuan

Genre: soulmate au / angst / romance

Warnings: cursing, a couple of injuries, lots of angsty feels

A/N: This was meant to be a Mark story but I went and made the mistake of making Jinyoung the second guy. Of course, he didn’t appreciate this and it twisted into something greater. This is my longest oneshot on here, but I hope you’ll give it a chance!

Also prepare your hearts because Jinyoung is a doctor in this, you have been warned!

Finally, this ended up being a mini-series. The links are just below to the following stories.

Word count: 8336

Series Index: Destined // To Love You // Forever [M]

You had often heard of it.

That feeling you would be consumed with as soon as you crossed paths with your soulmate. The undeniable urge to be at their side forever, travelling through life making memories and a family of your own, raising your children to dream of their own destined partner. You had craved to experience it for most of your life.

You had waited to meet your soulmate for so long now that you wondered if there was something wrong though. It was said that everyone would meet their partner before twenty-five, that way there would be plenty of time to finish tertiary schooling and get a job before moving onto a life full of love, marriage and stability. Society had been designed to follow this path for everyone and it was almost a perfect execution.

There were small nuances that society couldn’t control though, such as when a soulmate died before their partner could meet or when they had been born later than expected. Generally, even with slight age differences, by twenty-five most people had crossed paths once with their destiny.

But you were twenty-six already and had been for some time. Your twenty-seventh birthday was coming and you were panicked. Were they a few years behind you in age and you had just gotten unlucky and had to wait? That wouldn’t be so bad as long as they turned up. Was it worse than that; had your soulmate died? You didn’t want to consider being one of the minority – those who had no one to live their lives out with naturally. Could you still find someone if that was the case? Another minority who would match you as close as a soulmate could?

You knew of someone. You had known him your whole life, actually. And as much as you loved Mark with every fibre of your being, you knew that came from growing up together, from being best friends for so long. He knew everything there was to you, and the same could be said back. You couldn’t go a single day without Mark.

But he wasn’t your soulmate.

Sometimes, you wished he was. That you would just wake up and realise you had somehow missed the sign. That the two of you, who had shared your first kiss as teens just to see what it felt like when your friends started bragging about kissing their soulmates in school, had been so close that love was naturally something you had felt your whole life.

You knew better, you both did. No matter how much you wished and dreamed of a life of growing old with Mark, the sensation you craved wasn’t there. His soul wasn’t cut out of the same piece of destiny as yours was. For some time after turning twenty-five, you tried to tell yourself that if your soulmate didn’t arrive, and Mark was still single then you would just marry him instead. It would be frowned upon but it would be better than being alone and waiting to be assigned to someone if you made it to thirty alone. You didn’t want that kind of humiliation to be bestowed upon you and your family. You could see children with ease with Mark and he held a stable office job that would keep you both set up for life. A quaint home and maybe a dog would complete the setup. It was such an easily imagined dream that you could almost reach out for it every time you fantasised about it.

“We can’t,” Mark told you sadly every time your frustrations got the better of you. “We don’t know about our soulmates yet. What if we marry and then they turn up, do you want to become a divorcee?”

“It would be better than being alone,” you muttered and Mark took you in his arms, humming softly as he tried to settle you both down. You knew all too well he wanted this dream as well.

“I’m not your destiny, Y/N.”

“I want you to be,” you admitted and Mark buried into you, holding on tight.

“I want it too.”

Twenty-seven hit and twenty-eight loomed. You were sick of the rumours that you would be assigned to someone else and that your parents must have done something wrong in a past life to have such an ill-fated daughter. It broke you to see their saddened faces every time you returned from social outings without the tell-tale smile of love that most people couldn’t hide when they met their soulmate.

The small thing that got you through was that you weren’t alone, Mark still hadn’t met his soulmate either.

“Are you still waiting for your destiny?” you asked him one afternoon whilst out taking a walk together for exercise. He glanced at you and sighed.

“Not again, Y/N. Just let things travel how it should.”

“I want you though,” you whined and he laughed. “I want it all with you.”

“Everything?” he asked, raising an eyebrow up whilst he grinned down at you. “Your imagination is rather creative too I bet.”

You blushed, knowing full well he was thinking about you naked as much as you did him some days. He nudged you and you flinched, his laughter filling the otherwise silent scenic path of the forest.

“You’re dangerous.”

“No more than you are,” he refuted, turning to spin in the path to face you, walking backwards. “The amount of times I’ve almost given everything up for you, I’ve lost count.”

“Can’t you?”

Mark sighed and didn’t answer, turning to fall back into step with you.

“Help us!” a voice cried up ahead all of a sudden and with a quick exchange of a look, you both raced towards the noise, rocking back on your heels when you realised someone was injured. Mark took a sharp breath in before he lurched forward, rushing towards the woman laying on the ground bleeding from what looked like a fall from climbing the cliff face beside you. For some reason, you couldn’t get your limbs to move fast enough. Unlike the way Mark flew to her side, you felt like lead, watching on, disconnected.

Your eyes soaked it all in as if it were another world, Mark’s urgent instructions stabbing at your heart the longer they continued. You wanted to feel concern. You wanted to not be selfish.

But you could tell instantly that Mark had just found his soulmate and she was dying right before him.

You somehow managed to follow them to the hospital, and now stood in the room after the doctors had done their best to stabilise the woman. You knew you should have left but Mark begged you to stay to support him. You weren’t sure how supportive you could be when your own heart was crushed watching him grip at Oh Sera’s hand, who had been a stranger only mere hours beforehand.

Of course, you were jealous. But not in the way you had expected. You had always joked about it, that you would be so envious when the other found their soulmate first. That you would crave yours even more if that would ever occur. But now as you watched how your best friend rested his forehead against their linked hands, you wanted Mark to be yours more than anything. To let go of Sera and to come home with you instead. He was yours and you didn’t want to let him go just yet.

It was different for him though, you could tell that much. The conversation before crossing paths with Sera felt so juvenile, lost as your childhood years had become. There would be no more joking around about a future you both craved. Because in an instant for him it had all changed.

And left you broken and alone.

It was ironic how fate twisted its path around you both. Mark spent his days at the hospital and you would bring him things that he needed, quietly taking an early departure whenever he focused intently on the woman laying within the white sheets. She wasn’t improving but she still had a grip on life. You didn’t want her to die, you might hate the situation, but Sera was an innocent person who, from what her family described her as, was generous and kind. She suited Mark well you thought as you took your leave from the hospital room, blinking back your tears. You were slowly accepting that Mark would never fulfil your dreams. He had his own now and you didn’t want to stomp them out. You would find it within yourself to celebrate his success in finding his soulmate.

You didn’t expect to find yours in the same place though. It was just how you had been told your whole life; you didn’t need to see him to know that he was your soulmate. As you rounded the corner of the hospital the sensation began, your heart started to beat faster, confusing you momentarily. Your senses grew heightened and you could hear his footsteps the closer they got before you first saw him. It made you move with an urgent pace, wanting to know who was making you feel this way.

And then you saw him. He had an entourage of nurses and doctors flocked around him as he walked down the hallway, his white coat making him look every part of a dashing doctor in your eyes. His raven hair was slicked up in a tidy pomade, and his dark eyes scanned the chart a nurse handed him intently.

When you stopped near him though, his perfect composure faltered for a second. He flicked his eyes up to look at you, scrutinising you from head to toe.

There was no wonder, no hopeless romantic connection or a giddy smile that crossed his lips. Instead, he let out a dejected sigh and turned back to the chart in his hand, struggling for a moment to regain control over his thoughts before instructing the closest doctor beside him to check on the patient’s scans.

His voice made your skin tingle and you were surprised to be this affected by the handsome stranger. You understood the pull Mark held for Sera now, your heart slowing down to a rhythm that if you listened carefully enough, matched the doctor’s only a few feet away.

He didn’t make a move and you didn’t intrude on his work either. It was strange to feel such a surge of delight rushing throughout your body from finding him yet not knowing what to do about it. You had always heard how instantaneous conversation and love flowed between soulmates. Why did it feel like you shouldn’t bother yours though? Watching for only a moment, you let out a sigh which caught his attention, his eyes shifting towards you as you walked on by and out of the hospital.

The next evening, you felt him approach you as you came to deliver a change of clothes for Mark you had been given before leaving for work earlier in the day. It made you nervous when your hearing caught hold of his enclosing steps and you anticipated his arrival. Was he simply walking through the halls, doing his rounds? Or had he also been attracted by your unique connection to find you and finally talk to you? You weren’t exactly sure but when he stopped nearby you again, his eyes were wider than they had been yesterday. He was conflicted, that much was evident, and you finally caught glimpse of his staff ID clipped to his coat. You focused on his name.

Park Jinyoung.

Your future was with Jinyoung? Well, your parents would be thrilled for you to marry a doctor. The prestige of his occupation would remove some of the humiliation they faced the longer you remained unwed. You hadn’t ever been one of the types to daydream over dating a handsome doctor who healed the lives of many though.

He cleared his throat and stepped closer, enough for you both to engage in conversation, but not enough for anyone to view you as intimate. It suited you more than you expected it to. “Hello.”

“Uh, hello.”

“So, I’m certain you’ve realised who I am now,” Jinyoung stated, very straight-forward. You nodded once. “I was wondering if you could give me some time to meet with you? We have a bit to discuss now that we’ve found each other, right?”

He didn’t ask who you were like you expected. It made you frown as you nodded again, accepting the card he held out with a time and venue on it. He seemed awkward and cleared his throat once more. “Will this be suitable?”

“I’m sure I can meet you then, Jinyoung.”

He blinked several times before freezing, surprised by something you had said. Was it his name? Surely being as practical and evidently intelligent as he was, he’d realise his name was bolstered to his chest, would he not? Or was it the sensation of hearing his name from your lips? You weren’t sure but it felt like a minor victory to you.

“Right, well I will see you then,” he answered curtly and spun away, leaving you staring after him in for a moment.

“Did you meet him?” Mark asked you softly once you were seated in Sera’s room, explaining why you had been delayed. He was eager and it was bittersweet. You could see how happy your best friend was within his situation but it was too much to see him this intrigued by your own soulmate.

You nodded slowly. “He’s a doctor here.”

“Your patience has paid off then!” he cheered and you chewed on your bottom lip. Mark’s smile faded. “Are you not happy?”

“What?” you asked immediately and then shook your head. “Of course, I am. Isn’t this what we all want in life?”

“Don’t try and lie to me,” he told you, giving you a look. You diverted your gaze from him, hearing Mark sigh. “Is he not what you expected?”

“I don’t know who he is.”

“I didn’t know Sera either but look at us now. Even though she’s not present with us yet, I can tell she is the one for me. Give this doctor a chance, you never know, the love might start pouring out of you when you’re alone at this meeting tomorrow night.”

You hoped he was right, but you knew deep down you weren’t ready for Park Jinyoung to love you.

You arrived early to the appointment with Jinyoung, glancing around the fancy restaurant and instantly feeling uncomfortable. All the same, you mentioned your reservation to the maître d at the counter and she showed you into a private room, closing the sliding door behind you gently. You had never been in one of these rooms before and you marvelled the set up before taking a seat at the table. Everything looked expensive and you wondered if you would find anything simple to eat on the menu. Just as you were about to look at the food selection, the door opened again and you glanced up, feeling caught in Jinyoung’s dark gaze as he moved into the room. After thanking the maître d, he sat down across from you and took a heavy breath.

He was awkward again.

You had only known Jinyoung from two instances but you could already tell the difference between how he treated you and how he was with others. You had viewed him as the capable young doctor at the hospital, and how his staff all revered him. He was strong and demanded attention from all within that environment. But with you, he faltered. Most would claim this to be something they would want from their soulmate, to be the person who made them clumsy, who provoked them to show a more human-like side to them. To be that special.

You just felt like you were frustrating him and you hadn’t even spoken to him yet.

“Thanks for meeting with me tonight,” he finally said, his voice void of emotion. It was like it was a business contract and you felt uneasy, hoping to slip into something more comfortable with Jinyoung. He didn’t seem to welcome this notion and you kept quiet.

You wondered when he’d ask of your name.

“Shall we choose something to eat?” he asked, reaching for the menu as you stretched out to do the same, your hands both gripping each end of it. Although you hadn’t physically connected, it felt like you had and you stared at each other wide-eyed before Jinyoung let go of the menu as if it had zapped him. He motioned for you to take it and reached for the one underneath.

You suddenly didn’t feel very hungry.

As he perused the menu quietly, you peered over the top of yours at him. Would you like similar foods? Your parents both had the same sweet tooth and had often shared the same meals when dating in the beginning of their relationship. Would you and Jinyoung be like that? You continued to stare over at him until his eyes snapped up to capture yours, a sigh leaving him.

“Have you found something?” he asked, putting his focus back to the menu. He knew you hadn’t, you had barely looked at the various meals before you had gotten caught staring at him. Jinyoung glanced over at you again. “Shall I order for both of us?”

You nodded, not trusting yourself to answer with your voice. He pressed the button on the table for assistance and you listened to him list off what you would both eat to the waiter who entered soon after. His voice was strong and commanding, and like the first time you heard it, your skin tingled as if every vibrato of his tone was being sent over to you in waves, hitting against you and arousing your senses. You had never been so affected by a voice before in your life.

The food arrived to fill the unsuccessful space between ordering and eating, and as you picked at your meal, you grew frustrated. You hadn’t come here just to sit in silence or skirt around the reason of why you were connected to the doctor. “Jinyoung?”

He dropped his fork at the sound of his name, closing his eyes for a moment to compose himself. He then reached for the utensil again, gripping it tightly. “Yes?”

“I’d appreciate if we just got to the reason to this meeting. Dinner is very nice and all but with no conversation, it just makes us strangers.”

“Isn’t that what we are?” he replied, his eyes not lifting from his meal. You could tell he knew how petty he was being and he took a steady breath. “Miss... Miss-”

“My name is Y/N,” you offered and he stopped for a moment again, struggling with however you were affecting him. Although you were dealing with a strong physical connection to him, emotionally you didn’t seem as afflicted as he was. You wondered why.

“Y/N,” he repeated and you felt your breath get stolen from you entirely. He watched you struggle with the weight of hearing your own name from his lips and a small smile played upon his lips. He knew how this felt and you wanted to curse everyone who hadn’t explained this feeling to you so you could be better prepared for when your soulmate called out your name for the first time.

You knew nothing could truly prepare you for the exhilaration you now felt consuming you from Jinyoung uttering your name though. It felt like a love call as if saying your name into the universe made the connection much more real. Jinyoung placed down his utensils and the clinking against the plate grounded you back to reality. “Shall I be blunt with you, Y/N?”

He was saying it now just to spite you. Swallowing hard, you forced a smile. “Of course, Jinyoung.”

Two could play this game.

He heaved a deep breath before continuing. “I don’t believe in the whole soulmate expectancy on life. I know it exists, I now know you exist. But I had been hoping that I wouldn’t ever meet you.”

Hearing your name from his lips no longer felt life-altering with how painful his rejection was. He dismissed your existence so easily and from the high you had been enjoying, you stumbled to the lowest of low in an instant. How could he be so cruel? To deny who you were to him? It hurt you more than you expected it to and you glared over at him immediately. He was surprised himself, whether it was from his own admission or your reaction to it, but the smug air of control he held of the first portion of his sentence deflated. Jinyoung merely sat in silence.

“If it makes you feel more at ease,” you finally started, his umber eyes flicking to look at your hardened stance. “I had hoped to become a minority.”

“You what?” he breathed, narrowing his gaze. Were you not allowed to inflict torture back at him? It was ironic, Jinyoung had clearly thought heavily about his own role in this situation but he hadn’t once considered what you might feel. At least, that was how you viewed it and it fuelled you on.

“I believe in soulmates, I wanted to experience that instant connection of love with someone,” you admitted, wringing your napkin within your hands in your lap as you wrestled with your emotions. Your desperation to cling to your romantic notions tugged at your heart again. It told your brain to be quiet, to not dismiss what little hope you had that Jinyoung could match with you eventually. But the pain was too unbearable and it clouded your judgement. “But it’s clear there was some kind of mistake when it came to us.”

“I’m sorry, what?!”

“After all, you just so easily dismissed my existence. You hoped to never meet me?! Well, I hoped to marry my best friend. We don’t get what we want though, Park Jinyoung. Life is destined before we get a choice. And in this lifetime I was ill-fated to be matched with you.”

“Ill-fated?!” he exclaimed, growing frustrated by your outburst. His hand clenched up on top of the table. “If you just let me finish-”

“So you could make further excuses as to why neither of us has felt that immeasurable need to fling ourselves into one another’s arms or to chide me for considering there may have been hope eventually?”

“You’re feisty,” he observed and you let out a huff of air. He smirked. “It’s a change from the meek Y/N of before.”

“I’d appreciate if you didn’t say my name from here out, considering how we’re strangers,” you continued, your emotions now overruling any rationale left. You were done with sitting in this room across from Dr Hostile.

Jinyoung nodded in agreement. “Well, this just works out just fine then. I never wanted to meet you because my dedication is to the hospital. I didn’t need any distraction from my job or a wife and kids at home that I couldn’t give proper attention to. It seems we both agree that our meeting only gives us a disadvantage and that we should continue in our separate lives.”

Yes, it was clearly a disadvantage to have been paired with the likes of him. You got up then, Jinyoung’s gaze moving with your action and you held your hand across the table towards him. He eyed the gesture and then got up, slipping his hand into yours. Shaking your linked hands, you forced a smile and ignored the intensity of holding his hand.

“May we never meet again.”

Five years passed by. Sera had regained consciousness a month after her accident and it was as if she had always been in your world. Mark and Sera soon moved in together and then got married, not waiting long until their first child was born. They were extremely happy together and you genuinely celebrated it. You knew that Mark’s soul was fulfilled more than it would have ever been if either of you had of acted on your past feelings. Instead, you got to be his best friend and now Sera’s too. You were able to be an Aunt to their daughter Sejeong, doting on the little girl as if she was a part of you as well. She definitely got her sassy side from you, that was for sure.

Since you were over thirty, you had been contacted by the government for matching. You ignored it several times, writing in protest to them that you wanted to live alone. Your parents no longer had to house you from this point on and you had moved into your own little apartment, in love with living each day to your own beat. There were no more expectations from your parents about wasting your life, and there was an element of freedom. Although you had spent so much of your life dreaming of your soulmate and fearing the worst when he never truly eventuated, you had to admit you liked where you were now. You could rely on yourself.

You never told anyone but Mark about Jinyoung, and even then you had lied and told him you had been mistaken. That doctor was no match for you. He had been comforting as any best friend should, and you had cried enough over the loss of your missing piece of your soul. But as time travelled, so did your mindset. Jinyoung had been right. Being a doctor was hard work and would have left very little time for you. You had imagined a life of being at home with the children crying and you exhausted from raising them alone. Of barely seeing Jinyoung enter your home only to leave it again after sufficient rest to head back to the hospital. To forever tell the children he did love them even when he missed their birthdays due to urgent surgeries. He had been sensible in brushing you off back then.

If there was anything you regretted in meeting Jinyoung though, it was ending it with that handshake. Even years on you still felt the pressure against your skin as if he had held it mere moments beforehand. It would wake you up at night, making you curse that handshake more than anything in your life. The tingling could last for hours, sometimes days and you were unable to do very little to distract your mind from it. Thankfully, it wasn’t constant but it was still enough of a burden to remind you that out there, Park Jinyoung existed.

You hoped he suffered from the same dull ache within his hand too, out of spite.

It was because of this lingering connection that you met him again. You had been suffering from the incessant tingling in your hand for days, getting so frustrated that you couldn’t focus on anything. At work, you barely were present, blundering through some meetings and hardly impressing your superiors in others. You were stressed and exhausted, and had little time to regard anything about your surroundings, let alone yourself. You couldn’t remember the last time you ate and you groaned, getting up to go buy a coffee and some food from the closest café, unable to focus on the documents scattered over your desk any longer. Taking the stairs instead of the elevator in hopes to become alert again with exercise, you pounded down the first few flights with ease. But then the twinge in your hand caught your full attention again, making you lift it up to your face and glower at it.

“Stupid Park Jinyoung,” you muttered as you took the next couple of steps, letting out a cry when you blindly missed one. It happened all too quickly, your body slipped and tumbled down the rest of the stairs, slamming against the wall heavily. You cried out in pain, attempting to pull yourself up when the noise of your fall caught the attention of others on that floor. It wasn’t long until your eyes closed with how heavy they felt.

When you opened them again you were in the hospital. There was a couple of nurses and a doctor nearby, looking at charts and a scan beside you. It took some effort to adjust to the lighting, and then you groaned when you felt all the pain.

God, it was intense.

“Ah, Miss L/N, you’re awake, how do you feel?” a nurse asked and you merely stared at her, trying to understand why you were here.

And then you felt it. A sudden sense of dread made all your senses heighten and you heard the rushed footsteps before you saw him appear in front of you. Jinyoung screeched to a halt as he grabbed onto the bed’s side-rail, staring down at you wide-eyed as he caught his breath.

“Doctor Park?” one of the nurses called curiously and you blinked slowly as Jinyoung examined you himself. “It’s your day off, what are you doing here?”

“Have you ordered an x-ray?” he asked of her and she eyed him momentarily before responding by handing over your chart. He scanned it proficiently, nodding once before directing her to administer further pain relief so you wouldn’t suffer too much. You watched him silently as he ordered the staff around, his eyes everywhere but on yours. It was too much for you to comprehend and you reached out for his wrist, Jinyoung’s voice stopping midway.

He turned to look at you, breathing heavily before he slipped his hand away from yours and continued directing for more treatment to be done to you.

It confused you.

You had broken your leg and suffered from a mild concussion. Overnight observation had been deemed essential much to your disdain. Once your leg was secured in a cast, and you were wheeled into your own room, you cursed not having anything with you. Your bag had been left in your office, and you remembered your phone was still on your desk. All you had on you was your debit card, and that wasn’t going to offer you a whole lot. You needed to contact your family and Mark.

At the same time, you felt too embarrassed to tell them. After all, you were in this position thanks to your soulmate that none of them knew about. Okay, so it was a bit of a stretch to blame everything on Jinyoung but with your current mood, you weren’t prepared to be rational about it either.

The door opened and you were surprised to see Jinyoung enter, closing it quietly behind him.

You were curious despite your disdain. Your eyes soaked in his appearance now that you were more alert than before, noticing the little changes that came with age. He had changed his hair and his arms looked like he had started working out more regularly. You wished you hadn’t noticed that about him and looked away when he approached your bed.

“How do you feel?” he asked and you noted he still was in his casual clothes. Was he asking as your doctor or as someone who cared? You scoffed at your foolish notion and shrugged.

“How would you feel with a broken leg and an aching body?”

He smiled. “I see you’re still sassy.”

“Only when it comes to you,” you admitted and he nodded softly. He didn’t say anything for some time, and you realised his eyes were softer than the last time you had seen him all those years ago. Was he worried about you? Surely, he had better things to concern himself over. But you couldn’t squash the feeling that he was here because he chose to be, not out of some kind of hospital regulation.

“How did it happen? I only felt it when you screamed and-”

“Felt what?” you interrupted, your eyebrows knitting together. “You heard me scream?”

Jinyoung shot you a concerned look. “You really don’t get it?”

You shook your head and winced, the room growing fuzzy. “Don’t shake your head, you have a concussion.”

“Don’t confuse me then,” you murmured, holding onto your head in your hand in an attempt to cease the spinning.

“Whether we like it or not, we’re still connected, Y/N.”

“That much is evident by how much my hand tingles,” you bit back, staring at the hand as if it was a culprit. You sighed. “If I didn’t feel it all the time, this wouldn’t have happened.”

“You suffer from it too?” he asked, surprised. You felt a glimmer of victory in knowing you weren’t alone. But it also brought with it another feeling, and your heart started to beat faster from it. “You’re stressed and your tests show you’ve been lacking in nutrition. Did you faint? Is that how this happened?”

“I was distracted,” you admitted quietly, avoiding his gaze. Jinyoung sat down in the chair beside you and you snapped your focus to the opposite wall, cursing inwardly at growing dizzy again.

“So immature,” he muttered and you chose to ignore it. “Well, I heard you clearly when it happened. I was out with a friend and I heard your cry in my head. Then my hand started to ache the worst it ever has. For some reason, all I could think about was finding you and I drove here without realising it. This is all very overwhelming for me.”

He wasn’t the only one.

You knew the connection between soulmates was strong but you didn’t know it was able to give the other a beacon of suspected danger like this either. If you weren’t so worked up by being in close proximity again with Jinyoung, you would have marvelled at how intricate being a soulmate to someone truly was.

“I never gave you permission to do this to me,” he continued and you stopped your fantastical thoughts, letting out a hollow laugh. There was the Jinyoung you knew. He gave you a strong look. “Why would you hurt yourself like this?”

“I’m so sorry for the inconvenience,” you spat, rolling your eyes. Your head hurt and you were growing frustrated the longer he was at your side. “Just go on your way, back to what we agreed upon.”

“Do you really think you’re in the position right now to request that of me?” he wondered, reaching to pull your blanket up further. You froze at the action and Jinyoung smirked. “You were distracted? By me?”

You didn’t answer and that was all the doctor needed to feel chuffed for a moment. And then he looked at you lying in the bed and sighed heavily. “How are you going to look after yourself?”

“I have family and friends,” you assured and Jinyoung nodded mindlessly. “You can go if you like, I want to sleep.”

“Ah,” he said, shaking his head as a smile played upon his lips. “You can’t sleep.”

“What? I can too-”

“You’ve got a concussion, just as a precaution you need to stay awake for a few more hours.”

“But-” He shot you a commanding look and you groaned back your protest. “What am I meant to do then?”

“Why don’t you tell me more about yourself?”

You had been hesitant to speak. This was after all the man who had rejected you as his fated partner five years ago. You didn’t want to give him any more ammunition against you for future endeavours of dragging you down. You were a different version of who you were back then. You didn’t care so much about others’ judgement on how you lived now, and you didn’t need to consider yourself as a failure for not securing your soulmate.

Yet his suggestion felt strangely welcoming and you spent the next couple of hours mindlessly telling Jinyoung about your life. He laughed at your childhood antics, and he listened to your adult adventures. He commended you for living your solo life and showed admiration for your career. It was a different version of the Jinyoung you knew, and it was intoxicating. You soaked in his own life story as if it was a bestselling novel. You craved all the knowledge you could garner, and when the catering staff appeared with your dinner, you happily shared the meal with Jinyoung. The night wore on and despite being exhausted, you felt wired at the same time. You never realised just how easy talking to Jinyoung would be if either of you allowed it. You thought back to your first dinner together and wondered why back then it had been so difficult to even breathe around him.

Jinyoung smiled knowingly. “I’m sorry I dismissed you back then.”

“I was rather petulant.”

“You didn’t want to hear me, that’s for sure,” he said with a smile and you returned it, shrugging lightly. You let out a yawn. Jinyoung checked his watch and then nodded. “You should be fine to rest now.”

“Is this going to be a dream?” you asked as he stood up and Jinyoung looked back at you. It made you feel vulnerable under his gaze and you diverted your attention to the blankets your hands gently gripped to. “When I wake up tomorrow, will you be gone again?”

“I thought you wanted me to leave,” he teased lightly, smiling at you. You didn’t know what to say in response and he chuckled. “I have work tomorrow, so I’ll definitely be here.”

“Yes, but I meant-”

“I know what you mean, Y/N,” he said reaching down to tousle your hair affectionately. It made you hold your breath, your eyes falling captive in his gaze. He blinked once before leaning down, brushing his lips over your forehead before standing back up. “I’ll be here.”

“Take it easy, you’re not supposed to go that fast on crutches, Y/N!”

You had been excited to leave the hospital and get home but the idea that it was Jinyoung who brought you here had left you anxious. You wanted to find some normalcy in this otherwise dream state you had been living in the past two days. Jinyoung had kept to his word, appearing as soon as he arrived at the hospital for work. He had then checked on you multiple times during the day, even eating his dinner with you. It wasn’t unnoticed by some of the staff and your nurse had even asked you how you had managed to garner the attention of such a fine doctor.

You decided he was just that, and you had to admit his doctor’s coat made you swoon a little every time he came in wearing it. How you were this affected by Jinyoung in such a short space of time, you couldn’t quite comprehend but you knew it was down to your connection.

He was your soulmate, after all.

Still, you didn’t want to shamelessly fall for him just yet. You knew feelings were brewing between you both that you couldn’t deny, but you were injured. It made sense that Jinyoung felt obligated to assist you right now.

He didn’t have to bring you home though.

“You didn’t tell anyone yet,” he reminded at your discharge, sans his coat. You had frowned at his blazer that was in place instead, wondering if his shift had ended. Silently he had wheeled you out to his car, beeping the unlock button and then helped you into it. You had felt shy at giving over your address but he threatened to check your personal records for it if you didn’t and so you reluctantly allowed him to take you home. That much you could rely on him for.

But he stepped inside your apartment after you entered without being invited in and you screamed internally at how unprepared you were for a guest. You cringed at your pyjamas strewn on the sofa and your breakfast bowl still on the small table near the kitchen. You were certain Jinyoung would be the neat type unlike you.

“At least I don’t have to ask you where your clothes to change into are,” he said with a small smile, going around you and picking up your dirty dishes.

“Hey!” you cried, hobbling after him in haste. You got stuck on the rug’s tassels as you chased him and wobbled dangerously, Jinyoung rushing back from the kitchen to help steady you, his hands slipping around your waist. For a moment you breathed heavily with the fear of falling before you looked up into his gaze, and stopped breathing altogether.

He didn’t remove his hands from around your waist, but you could tell Jinyoung was having just as hard of a time as you were being pressed against each other. He eventually moved back and you both sighed.

“Be more careful.”

Was his voice huskier than it usually was? Or did your ears just pick up on his sentence in a different way? Either way, you felt weak through your knees and scrambled to grip the crutches more tightly so you didn’t fall.

Park Jinyoung was decidedly dangerous.

He cleaned as you went to your bedroom and got changed, struggling for some time with your bottoms until you decided to give up on getting them on. You were going to bed in a moment and you normally didn’t sleep with them on anyway. You would simply yell at Jinyoung to head home, and then use the bathroom before going to bed once he left. There would be no need for pants.

There was a knock at the door and you were relieved to put your plan into place. “Are you done?”

“You can head on home now, Jinyoung,” you called out, slowly getting back to your feet on your crutches. “Thanks for everything!”

“What does that mean?” he asked as he opened the door and you wobbled on your crutches at his sudden entrance, shocking you entirely. You whined unintelligently at him as he merely stood there with his eyes glued to your bare legs. The oversized tee hid everything it needed to, but that was all. You cursed him for entering your private domain.

“Do you ever knock?!” you cried and Jinyoung’s mouth fell ajar a little.

“I did,” he mentioned distractedly and then blinked out of his stupor, pointing to the barrier he still had a hand on. “I knocked.”

“You don’t just enter the room when someone starts talking though!”

“You were telling me to leave, how was I meant to know it was because you were scantily dressed?!” He heaved a breath, trying ever so hard to keep his eyes off your legs. He failed, coming back in for seconds shamelessly. You groaned.

“Go home.”

“No.”

“No?!” you echoed and rolled your eyes. “Jinyoung, I’m fine. I can hobble around to use the bathroom and take myself to bed. I was doing it in the hospital all day.”

“I’m not fine though,” he mentioned, stepping closer. You attempted to back up but that was difficult given your immobility. You took a deep breath instead the closer he got. “Why was I stupid to let you go back then?”

“You’re being foolish now,” you warned him softly, despite the sudden rush throughout your body. You wanted to be back in his arms again, to lean on him instead of the sticks on each of your arms. You yearned for his lips to find yours.

“Tell me you don’t want this too,” he murmured, now in front of you. You were blinded by lust, your hands itching to let go of the crutches you held onto for dear life now. You had forgotten all about your vow to take it slow with your feelings, especially when Jinyoung lifted your chin up so you were looking him in the eyes. Had they always been that warm? You felt as if they were liquid dark chocolate and you would sink for eternity in them.

You wanted to be rational. You wanted to tell him and yourself this was all down to your souls wanting this. That you both were perfectly fine without each other and this was just from the connection you’ve had inside since birth. You wanted to remind him of his lack of belief in being soulmates and to choose his own destiny as he had in the past. To make a choice of his own.

You realised he was choosing to listen to the desires in his heart now and it made you curse your own little self-restraint that remained. You reached out for his waist from your crutches and your slightest action was enough for Jinyoung to pull you into his grip, your hands slipping off the handles of your crutches entirely. You heard them clatter to the ground as you remained fixated on his eyes.

“I was a fool for not doing this five years ago when I wanted to,” he told you honestly, leaning down to capture your lips finally. If the tingling from touching his hand had been unbearable, the fire upon your skin was an intensity you couldn’t describe at all. As he held you tightly to him with his lips passionately kissing yours, you were entranced. Everything melded together as one as you tasted him, his tongue licking along your bottom lip suggestively. You gasped into the kiss and it deepened as your mind swirled with completeness. This is what you had been missing out on. This next-level fulfilment that nothing or no one could give you but Jinyoung. Your heart soared and your soul reached forward for his, binding you both together forever. Eventually, your lips separated from the series of kisses that followed the first, and you gazed up at the man who had caused your heart to ache over the past five years. You knew now he wouldn’t let you suffer ever again.

Jinyoung smiled, pressing his swollen lips against yours briefly before resting his forehead against yours. “I’m cursing you for breaking your leg right now even though it’s the reason we’re together like this.”

“Why?” you asked, vaguely remembering the reason for the constant ache in your leg. You gripped onto him more tightly as the pain coursed through you now that his lips weren’t distracting you. It made you understand his sentence and you sheepishly giggled. “Oh.”

“And it’s going to take about eight more weeks until your cast is off too,” he muttered, pouting as he reflected on your current predicament. You found him endearing and poked his cheek lightly. “Why are you making me wait so long to make you mine?”

“Aren’t I already?” you asked and he smiled warmly, kissing you again. The kiss was followed with three more before you whined at the pain in your leg. Jinyoung helped you sit down and then crouched down in front of you, his hands resting on your thighs. You felt the thirst that was obviously claiming the man in front of you too and swiped his grip away quickly. You heaved a deep breath, he was right, eight weeks was a long time.

But five years was even longer. You had gone that long without your soulmate at your side since you first met Jinyoung. You could survive a mere eight weeks until you were stronger to deal with the desires still emanating from within his eyes, right?

Then again, you hadn’t kissed him before.

This was going to be a sheer test of patience. Jinyoung grinned. “In about five weeks you should be okay.”

“I can’t believe we’re scheduling this,” you mentioned with a laugh and Jinyoung shrugged.

“Don’t want to wait?” he asked, moving his hands back up and you smacked them away.

“Three days ago you didn’t care if I existed or not,” you pointed out and Jinyoung shook his head.

“I cared from the first moment I saw you. I just wanted to be the best doctor I could be and let my pride rule out what my heart wanted. You made it easy for me to do that too.”

“And now?” you asked, teetering on the fine line of wanting to avoid this going any further, but needing to know more from the man who you couldn’t imagine going another day without.

“Now I want to complete you and live our lives together.”

You smiled giddily.

“I can be a pretty good doctor on the side,” he added on and then smirked, patting your arm gently. “Doctor’s orders, it’s time for you to put your leg up and rest.”

“Is the Doctor going off-duty now too?” you asked, allowing Jinyoung to guide your legs up onto your bed. He smiled and kissed your lips gently.

“I should go home unless you need me to stay.” You wrestled with an answer and he chuckled. “I’ll go home. Five weeks will be even harder if I allow myself to sleep at your side tonight.”

“Alright, go before I can’t resist you any longer,” you urged and Jinyoung smiled, nuzzling into you with his nose gently. “Jinyoung!”

“Y/N,” he murmured and you smiled at your name on his lips. “I wonder if it’s like this for all soulmates, to feel the urgency to connect in every way, physically especially?”

“Well, my best friend didn’t really waste time,” you admitted and Jinyoung chuckled.

“Good, I thought I was going crazy with lust for you that was out of place.”

“If it makes you feel any better, I don’t hate you anymore,” you teased and Jinyoung gaped at you. You giggled and bopped him on the nose with your finger. “But I won’t let you go soon if you don’t leave now.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow then,” he promised and you grinned. “And every day after that too.”

“Until when?” you asked, wanting this to never end.

Jinyoung kissed you passionately before he pulled back to answer. “Forever.”

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(Kudos to @teamfortressaswell for the idea, OC REVIVAL FOR 2020!!!)

OC information of Theewrites, ENJOY Y’ALL!

WARNING: LONG, LOOOOOONG POST AHEAD! (And I info-dump alot, so be prepared for some heavy reading material)

(Also, not all of these backstories/OC canon’s are set in stone, and i’m still doing research on their respective characterizations/lifestyles/ect. they’re still in the editing/drafting process, but these are the basics of some of my older OC’s that you may know… and some of my NEW Oc’s that you may NOT know…. Yet, Mwhahaha!)

Regine: Eldest abandoned & disowned daughter of the RED Spy. Born in Marseilles, France, Parisian-raised until five years of age. Vanished suddenly for nearly a decade, resurfaced in Japan as an assassin prodigy at fifteen. Is totally not soft on her half-siblings, but is totally soft on her half-siblings. Cool, regal and calculated, plans to have the world in the palm of her hand before she hits 30. Long-time girlfriend of Matthias, identifies as pan. Has lost her temper one (1) time in her lifetime, immediately went to reapply lipstick afterwards like nothing happened. Definitely has night-terrors about her childhood, doesn’t discuss them with Matthias, and absolutely takes those nightmares to the grave.

Matthias: Unauthorized clone of the RED Medic, is physically near-identical to him with only minor changes and a stark age-reduction. Has considered bleaching/dying his hair to look more different than his predecessor. Expert in human biology and chemistry, experimented with his own blood cells so to transform them into a more… internal version of the components of the Medi-Gun, so as not to carry around clunky equipment. Is the low-key tired dad of the group. Probably designate roadtrips with the squad and immediately regrets it. Romantic-dork for his girl, Best Supporting Boyfriend 197X.

Emma: Daughter of Ex-MannCo employee, Julia V. Henry and [REDACTED]. Legal goddaughter of Dell Congher. Child-genius, though deep-seated anger issues since childhood, potentially as a behavior coping tragedy. Built her first plane with her bare hands at twelve, can dismantle and rebuild a shotgun in exactly 63 seconds. Doesn’t wear helmets on motorcycle. Feels happiest flying in the air, alone. Absolutely, 100% adores kids, and will never admit it. Can’t go more than a minute without cursing. Also, though not information she shares immediately, she’s an elder twin. And she doesn’t like talking about it, so it’s best not to push her luck on the details.

Lui: Ultimate flower/pastel lesbian. Fluent in Japanese and English, though prefers her mother’s language, Hawaiian. Brings snacks to battle, often rehearses her battle catchphrases the night before. Makes friends with every animal she meets, owns a duck named Bartholomew. Reads teen fashion magazines, draws hearts around models she crushes on. Almost everything she owns has pink, no matter what shade, including her rocket launcher. Shares Emma’s love of the sky, is basically Emma’s favorite person. Infectious genuine smile, and will sing along to every new bop on the radio.

Tamela: The eldest out of the entire group, born in Nigeria, doesn’t know her parents. Considers her squad her family, Emma and Lui are her baby sisters, who can MORE than handle themselves but she still worries. Was gifted with abilities of fire-manipulation/telekinesis and heat resistance at a young age. Entire body, from knuckles to toes, is covered in jet-black flame tattoos. Demisexual, has not been in a romantic relationship as of yet, likely to change. Improvo leader, often first into battle and last to leave. Looks imposing and intense at first glance, is actually very warm (haha) and friendly personality-wise, but has a serious streak from having to grow up quickly.

Denny: Mute from birth, youngest of the group. Has never missed a shot in his life, expert target-shooter and excellent sniping protege. Definitely idolizes Annie Oakley, dressed up as her one year for Halloween. Often corrects Emma’s sign-language, but appreciates her efforts. Like Tamela, see’s the group as his family, sticking together through thick and thin. Likes to hike, but also enjoys reading, keeping a raggy, decades-old copy of Sherlock Holmes in his knapsack, right next to his additional ammo.

Ricardo: Born Rosetta, the youngest of a fairly well-off hotel-chain family business throughout Tijuana, Mexico. Was often the forgotten one and left to his own devices, so he practiced running, dreaming of being an Olympic runner. Became Ricardo at 15, traveled to the US a year later. A bit boastful and chatty, though is often last to get a joke. Had a crush on Lui for sometime, before reconnecting with an old schoolmate, Maria, who he plans to move back to Mexico with after his job is done. Hasn’t given up on the dreams of the Olympics, often wakes up long before the sun rises to run laps around.

Sigríður Anja Dis Jóhannsson, or just Sig: Operational MannCo. Shipment Specialist Expert, has been on the payroll for only the last decade, but has become invaluable with the knowledge she has. Born in Iceland, has traveled the world on specialized shipment and cargo missions, even in more dangerous missions and item-requests. Has had to play poker for her own life, more than once. Single and childless, though she took care of her half-sisters children when she died suddenly, her niece and nephews now all grown up and located elsewhere. Sig is happy to travel alone on the open seas, though she’s had more than a fair amount of lovers around the world, men and women alike. Looks forward to retirement, hopefully with someone more long-term whose also ready to lean back, put away the balisong and let the kids take care of the damn gravel pit…

Jonathan Marks: Born Jane to wealthy stockbroker located in Manhattan, Jonathan is the promising CEO of Marks Enterprises, an international trading and environmental-studies. As the youngest CEO of his company, he’s expressing interest to making big changes, including looking into MannCo, hoping to form a co-ownership or eventually takeover, mostly for the sake of his own company, but the fact that MannCo seems to have a few secrets in the closet that seem suspicious… Jonathan knows Regine from childhood, as they both attended the same private school in Japan, prior to Jonathan’s transition. Very book-smart, often tries to lead by example, he’s persistent with getting a meeting with representatives of MannCo, growing more suspicious as time goes on with dodged replies, forcing him to contact a current employee for an opportunity of a private tour of their facilities, one Miss. Binyamin-M’laney

Angelita de los Reyes: Second-generation of Cuban immigrants, Angelita was considered one of the kindest, sweetest people while in school in New Jersey, unfortunately, her studies were often halted as she suffers from CFS (Chronic Fatigue Syndrome) leaving her exhausted before noon often times, though she managed to graduate with a specialty in painting. Though she turned mostly house-ridden after high school, she honestly enjoys spending her day painting and creating art to decorate the family-restaurant downstairs, and also sending her artwork to commissioners all over the state. It also gives her time to send plenty of letters to one of her oldest and closest friends from high-school. He was VERY much higher than her in energy, and could literally run blocks in minutes, but they practically grew up together, at least until he moved to New Mexico for work… Though, strangely enough, Angelita doesn’t get much information about Eric’s company Builders League United, even though he has a whole CONTRACT with them… Hm. How odd.

Sarai Binyamin-M’laney: Born in Tel Aviv as a Mizrahi Jewish woman, her parents sent her to vacation in California when she was six, in which they died suddenly, leaving her overseas with her relatives in Cambria, California. Book-smart and a lover of the beach and surfing, Sarai was popular throughout her younger years, especially with the ladies. Though she identified as bisexual, it wasn’t until she graduated college with a degree in human relations and psychology that she had her first, though admittedly short-lived relationship with an unnamed man in Vegas, returning to Cambria shortly after and finding out she was pregnant. A year later, Sarai suddenly expressed interest in the minute human-resources division in MannCo, relocating to New Mexico shortly after her employment. Quiet, smart and with a very private personal life, she was a perfect, though secretive employee, with a bit of a soft-heart, as seen with how concerned she is for her ‘niece’ and ‘nephew’ back in Cambria, and how quickly she snuck in Mr Marks into the private industries. Her personality, perhaps, is meant to be a more opposing to that of the father of her two children in Cambria. After all, though she lives mere miles from his work location, Sarai has yet to bring herself to walk over and face the red-suited mercenary over in the RED base, whom she still can’t help but remember from their time together in Vegas.

I told y’all it was long as hell, Also it alludes to my OC-canon, which is INSANELY long and i’d hate to waste more of y’alls time on my stuff Xp

Anyway, GO REVIVE THE OC COMMUNITY, PEOPLE HAVE SUCH AWESOME OC’S THAT NEED/DESERVE TO BE SHARED AROUND!!!

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