#i know my thoughts were kinda all over the place with this one but i hope you get what i was going through đ
hi omg I loved all ur âu sleep with plushiesâ for each svt unit, may I req a hhu ver ??? all of the other units were so cuteđđ
you still sleep with plushies âĄ
author's note. thank you hehe!!! it was so fun to do, sorry it took so long tho:(
vcu ver && perf ver
â彥 SEUNGCHEOL [ ěšě˛ ]
he never considered it a problem?
like heâs been at your place a couple of times and noticed the plushies, thinking itâs just really cute :(
i mean come on, some of his members heave weirder habits (like sleeping with their eyes openâŚ)
so when you asked him if that bothers him, seungcheol was offended that you even thought!!! about it!!!
however . . .
when he does sleep at your place, you two all cuddled up and comfy
and then⌠he wakes up only to see your back
okay, it happens⌠maybe you were uncomfortable
BUT THEN HE SEES YOUâRE CLUTCHING A TEDDY TO YOUR CHEST!!! INSTEAD OF HIM!!
heâs so sulky, good luck with that âŚ..
you explain that itâs just your comfort plushie and that you cuddled it out of habit :(
so cheol insists that he can be way better than it and begs you to let him stay one more night to prove his point âď¸
and he kinda does, he becomes your new giant, warm and loving teddy bear <3
â彥 WONWOO [ ěě° ]
wonwoo noticed before you could tell him
well, you really thought you were slick when you didnât bother hiding them because you hoped heâd think theyâre there for the aesthetics
or when you two went shopping and your eyes widened upon seeing a cute plushie:(
yeah, he knows
but he thinks itâs really cute, especially if you have that one specific plushie ever since you could remember and you always sleep with it
so not to make a fool out of yourself in front of his friends, you donât take it with you when you go on a trip with them
after whole day of fun, itâs time to sleep in the cabin
and wonwoo notices that youâre constantly squirming around, unable to fall sleep
and you confess that itâs because you didnât bring your plushie:(
so he offers to be the plushie for the night, reassuring you that he doesnât mind and you can cuddle him as much you wanna
and that may have been a risky decision because ever sinceâŚâŚ well, he is one of your plushies now ^__^
â彥 MINGYU [ ëŻźęˇ ]
you decided to invite your boyfriend over and share a secret with him
mentally, you got ready to get teased about it
but you when mingyu entered your bedroom he didnât even notice the plushies đ§ââď¸
he was just happy that u let him in your personal space and looked around your room with hearts in his eyes, like a kid in a candy store
"so you donât mind the plushies?" you mumbled, plopping down on your bed and holding one for emotional support
"the plâ oh? ah, babyâŚ" he groaned and swore his knees got weak; youâre just too cute for his own good
he doesnât mind, at all - which youâre kinda surprised but happy
he does get pouty if you cuddle a plushie to sleep instead of him >:T
sometimes will spray his cologne on your (or his) favorite one so you could feel like heâs here when heâs out having schedules âšď¸
might steal a one or two to his apartment, esp puppy ones đ
â彥 VERNON [ ë˛ë
ź ]
i mean we all know nonnie, heâs really chill about everything (welp, except bugs butâ)
so when you were facetiming him once and you noticed your plushies are on camera, you started panicking
"yo, what is it? did something happen?" he asked, noticing somethingâs wrong
"yeah⌠no⌠wellâŚ" you stuttered, not sure how to answer "did you see that?"
"what? that big spider behind you?" he stuttered and soon after laughed upon seeing your scared face "sorry, it was a bad joke⌠hey, donât get sulkyâŚ"
"i meant my plushiesâŚ" you mumbled and pulled one closer
"oh them? yeah, and? you always have them. say hi to gerard by the way" vernon nodded
what.
thereâs no gerard in your collection but later on you realised he meant (plushie name)
like really,, he doesnât care in a way that â he doesnât mind you having them
he does care about them, though :(
will put a blanket on them if he thinks theyâll get cold or carefully reads all the corners of the internet before putting them into a washing machine:(
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Childhood friend Arlecchino and Reader that Arle never truly found her to be a friend, despite the reader saying they are and Arle did kinda ditch em during middle school. Until college rolls around, the newfound (or unrealized) sentiments towards Reader become more clear to her - infatuated.
I feel like I kind of strayed from this because Iâm totally into angst rn but if wanted it to be sexual I can indeed make another part OR I can also make an even angstier ending. Anyway!! Here it is.
Contents: just sad reader, Arlecchino is lowkey mean in middle school, one (sexual) slap.
Word count: 1672
Writing (kind of NSFW at the end) under the cut!!
You skipped up to the small girl who sits reading on a bench, holding a small pile of rocks and a wide smile on your face. You donât have many friends, youâre too quiet, too âweirdâ, so when you befriended Arlecchino, you actually began looking forward to school each day. It was almost too good to be true. Sheâs been a bit distant with you the last couple of weeks but thatâs fine, right? Sheâs probably stuck into that book of hers, her nose has always been in a book or playing with insects.
âLook!! I found rocks that matched your eyes and I thought they were cool, you can-â
âStop it.â
â..huh? Stop what?â
âStop bothering me. Canât you see Iâm busy?â
You pause at that. In a sense, she is busy reading, but canât she put her book down for two seconds? You havenât properly spoken in weeks.
âYeah but I was excited about the rocks. I can never find any that remind me of you and now I have.â
âOkay? I am still busy.â
âBut weâre friends.â
A sigh leaves Arlecchinoâs lips, and she finally looks up from that book.
âNo, we arenât. When did I ever say we were friends?â
You feel your shoulders sinking, a frown tugging at the corner of your lips. Your hand falls to your side, the rocks held tightly within the constraints of your fist.
âNo, I.. you didnât, but I just assumed that.. I donât know. I thought we were friends.â
âYou assumed wrong. I donât like you anymore, youâre weird, and you never stop talking. I donât want to talk.â
Your cheeks puff slightly before you let out a puff of air. Your teeth graze your lip, biting down firmly as you stand there in silence, processing. Weird. Thereâs that word again, no? You feel a sort of pain rise in your chest, but you swallow it.
âOkay. Iâm sorry. You can keep the rocks.â
The rocks are placed onto the table beside her, an assortment of black and white and grey all decorating the rocks. And one, one black one with a red cross on it, clearly drawn. You just wanted to make her feel included, everyone was finding rocks that matched their eyes. You keep staring at her for a while longer, but she doesnât look back up, so you turn.
âIâll tell my mom you canât come for dinner, then.â
Arlecchino finally looks up when she hears that. God, she hears the hurt youâre masking, the tears threatening to spill over your lashes. She shouldnât have been so crass with you, she knows that, but thatâs who she is. Blunt, and she was sick of having to pretend. She watches as your figure shrinks towards the school library, where she first met you. You didnât have any friends, so you ate there. It was better than sitting at that dreaded buddy bench and waiting for someone to ask you to be their friend. As you walk, you pass said bench, a feeling of slight dread rising. To the library, then.
Itâs then that Arlecchino notices the rock you drew on, her face softening for just a second. She brushes the rocks off of the table, pocketing the one you drew on before continuing her book without a word. She moves seats in class after that, and sheâs not unaware of your eyes that burn sadly into her as she picks up her books. Theyâre rimmed red and slightly glassy, and it stabs her heart. You two never talk again after that. She goes back to being the girl at the back of the class that enjoys being alone, that enjoys the misconceptions people make about her. You sit in the middle of the class, staring down at your textbooks, silently yearning to be part of the conversations the kids around you have.
Each year passes and both of you grow older. She kept that rock, itâs in her pocket always. Itâs become some sort of lucky charm for her, and god she canât help but stare at you in class as you become more beautiful with every passing year. By senior year, youâre the most beautiful woman sheâs ever seen. She canât stop thinking about you. She finds herself stalking your social media when sheâs at home, her finger always hovering over the like button, her fingers always hovering over the send message button before deleting the entire paragraph. She knows youâre both off to college soon, sheâll most likely never see you again, and yet she still canât bring herself to admit her feelings. She can still see the hurt in your eyes from that day, the way you dismissed it like it was nothing only to cry in secret after. She dreams of you at night. Dreams of how she regrets what she said and the way she said it, dreams of her holding your hand and looking at rocks together, dreams of your whimpers as she fucks you. She hates that last dream. The dream that gets stuck in her brain constantly, so much so that she nearly failed her biology final. On graduation day, she makes a promise to herself that sheâll never think of you again.
But she does. Fast forward to junior year of college and youâre walking with your headphones on, looking down at your phone until you collide with someone, a harsh âwatch itâ in your ear.
âSorry! Iâm sor- ah. Sorry.â
You look up into the same red and black eyes you once considered a friend. How stupid. Out of all the colleges she could have possibly chosen, she chose the one you chose too.
âItâs fine. Just.. Watch it. Youâre as clumsy as you ever were.â
âIâm sorry, I just wasnât looking.â
Arlecchino swallows the nerves rising in her body and finally makes a conversation with you, her voice blunt, awkward.
âHow have you been?â
âFine, thank you. You?â
She scowls slightly as your dismissive tone reaches her ears. You were never like this before.
âGood. Iâm good. What are you majoring in?â
âIâm going into geology.â
Of course itâs geology. She didnât expect anything less from you, really.
âFun. Iâm going to study insects.â
âGo figure.â
âIâm sorry. For what I said back then. I know I hurt you.â
âYou didnât.â
âYou cried.â
She has you there. She saw your eyes when she moved seats in class, it wasnât exactly easy to hide the redness. You pause, not saying anything for a while.
âWe werenât friends. We arenât friends. What does it have to do with you?â
âYou were lonely and it made me rethink.â
âWeird people are meant to be lonely, donât you think?â
Youâve carried those words with you ever since. It didnât really matter when other children called you that, but the one person you considered a friend.. well, it hurt.
âI just.. didnât appreciate the eccentricity. Thatâs all. I miss you.â
âOkay.â
âI dream about you.â
âIt isnât like you to be this emotional. Do you feel guilty because I was lonely afterwards or because you want to clear your conscience?â
âBoth.â
As honest as ever. You take a deep breath, the music still playing in your headphones that now hang around your neck.
âWe can talk in my dorm room.â
You turn on your heel, walking straight to the block of dorms. At least sheâs not in the same block, she thinks. She can at least avoid you if this goes bad. The thought of going to your room though.. her dreams of fucking you have only come back, and stronger. Your room is cozy, so very you.
âIs that.. KISS?â
She points to the poster on your desk. She hates that sheâs familiar with them, because she hates that sheâs more like you than she could ever want to be.
âYep.â
âI like them too.â
She gingerly sits on your bed, letting her bag drop with a thud. As you walk over to join her, in all your clumsy glory you kick the bag by mistake as you stumble over it, watching as the rock you once painted on tumbles out. Silence.
âYou still have that.â
âI never got rid of it.â
Her heart beats faster. So does yours. Your face, so beautiful in the light of your room, the way your hair shines, the way your eyes have a mix of sadness, anger and happiness in them, all of them fighting to take over.
âYouâre beautiful.â
Her words cut through your thoughts. You look up at her and you canât deny the way your heart flutters as you look at her. You suppose youâve always felt the way you do about her, that itâs why it hurt you so much when she said you werenât friends. And once again, your mind is brought out of your thoughts by a sudden crash of her lips on yours. A surprised sound comes from your throat, but you donât fight against it.
âIâm sorry.â
âItâs fine.â
âIt isnât.â
âYouâre here now.â
Hands wrap around your waist, tightening and pulling you closer to her as her lips leave yours and pepper kisses on your jaw, trailing down to your neck, and then your shoulder. And you donât stop her. Your hands entangle themselves in her hair. What the hell has gotten into you? And her, for that matter, as her hand slides under your shirt and you feel the coldness of her skin on your stomach. Your own hands shed her jacket and she whispers against your skin.
âLet me.â
âHm?â
âLet me do what I do in my dreams.â
âWhatâs that, then? Dissect insects?â
A gentle, sensual, almost desperate and loving slap of your face as she grips your chin, forcing you to look into her eyes, those ones you avoided for so long. You wonder how she knew exactly what to do to turn you on.
âLet me fuck you and show you how sorry I am. How much I missed you.â
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Grave Green
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word count: 4074
There's a shallow grave in the woods. The only marker is a stone with the name "Danny" scratched into it. Judging by the fresh-turned soil, it hasn't been empty for long. @kinglazrus
hehehehe
Dash wasnât lost.
No way no how. There was no way he was lost. He was just going on his nightly run and he made a wrong turn and now it was the middle of the night and he couldn't see anything. But he wasnât lost. Heâd be able to find his way back still.Â
But the trees blocked the moonlight and he had to move slowly. But moving slowly didnât help him when he tried to step on empty air and he fell, landing in a patch of turned dirt.Â
That was weird. Turned dirt? All the way out here in the middle of the woods?
He sat up and looked around him. Dashâs heart stopped and his eyes widened.
There at the other end of the turned dirt was a headstone with the name Danny on it. He could barely make the name out but he was sure it said Danny.
This couldnât be Fentonâs grave, could it? Sure, Fenton went missing a month ago but everyone thought he just ran away. He couldnât have been murdered and buried here, right?
But why was the grave dug out? How long has it been empty?
He heard the sound of a twig breaking behind him and he whipped his head around.Â
âDanny?â Dash whispered, horrified.
There he was, covered in dirt and looking at his hands like they werenât his own. He raised his head to look up at Dash and tears were swimming in his eyes.Â
âDash?â He asked shakily. âWhat are you doing out here?â
Dash just stared at Danny, at the absurd question. âWhat am I doing out here? What are you doing out here? Youâre covered in dirt and I just fell into your grave!âÂ
Danny slowly looked back down at his hands.Â
âThere was an accident. I remember coming out here with my mom.â Danny whispered. âShe said we were just going for a walk. That it would help me walk off the shock I got when their portal activated.â
Dash stared at him in horror.Â
âI donât know how she did it, but when we got here there was already an empty grave. She pushed me in and started burying me alive.â His gaze traveled over to stare at dirt he crawled out of. âThe headstone is new though.â
âYour mom⌠Buried you alive?â Dash asked, shaking his hands back and forth.
Danny nodded, still staring at the grave.Â
âItâs been a month since you went missing, though. How are you still alive?â
Dannyâs gaze made its way back to Dash. âI donât know. The accident mustâve changed me. Something seemed to scare my mom after I walked out of the portal but she wouldnât tell me what it was. We came here afterwards.âÂ
âYour parents are into ghosts right?â Dash asked. âDid their portal kill you? Are you dead?â
Danny went back to studying his hands. âI donât feel dead. Iâm kinda hungry.âÂ
Dash slowly walked up to him. He hovered a foot away for a moment before he raised a hand up.
âIf youâve got a pulse, youâd still be alive right? Can I seeâŚ?â
Danny nodded and Dash put two fingers on Dannyâs neck under his jaw. He held his breath and waited for the tell tale thump of a heart beat. He let it out and closed his eyes when he felt it.
âYou still have a pulse. Somehow.â Dash pulled away.Â
Danny nodded. He seemed tired and he couldnât stop staring at his hands. Dash sighed.
âCome on. Letâs get you back to my place. We can get you cleaned up and find something to eat.â
Danny nodded again and Dash grabbed one of his hands and pulled it out of his line of sight. Tugging on it, Dash pulled Danny behind him as they started walking.Â
âDid your dad know about any of this?â Dash asked softly. He tripped on a rock in the ground and turned to guide Danny around it.
Danny shook his head. âNo. It was just me and my mom in the lab when the accident happened. She told me to put my jumpsuit on because we were going to try and fix the portal as a surprise for my dad.â He shook his head. âI donât know how she thought I was supposed to help if my genius father couldnât help her figure it out. She sent me inside the portal to take a look but I tripped.âÂ
Goosebumps rose along Dashâs arms. She sent him into the portal?
âWhen I braced myself against the wall, I mustâve pressed a button. The portal came to life around me and then I was screaming. When the pain was finally gone, I stumbled out of the portal and my mom had a horrified look on her face. I didnât know what she saw but a bright light flashed in the lab and then she walked over to me.â
Dash guided them past another tree and finally saw what looked like a path. He started following it.Â
âShe told me to take my jumpsuit off and that we were going to go for a walk. She said it would help me walk off the shock. But the longer we kept walking, the worse the feeling in my gut got. Before I realized I should run, we were already standing over the grave. And then she pushed me in.âÂ
âShit.â Dash whispered.
âYeah.â Dannyâs hand tightened around his. âI donât know what Iâm going to do.â
âLetâs just start with getting cleaned up and eating. Then we can talk to my dad.â
Dannyâs head shot up and he looked at him. âYour dad? What if he just brings me back to my mom?â
Dash shook his head. âIf we tell my dad what happened heâll probably arrest her for premeditated homicide.â
âPremeditated homicide?â Danny exclaimed. âWhy do you think any of that wouldâve been premeditated?âÂ
âHello? She already had a grave dug out for you? She sent you into the portal?â Dash finally saw the park entrance that he had come in through. He turned back to look at Danny who was staring at his free hand again. Dash could see all the dirt and mud stuck to Danny much clearer now.Â
âButâŚâ Danny trailed off.Â
Dash sighed and pulled him closer so he wasnât trailing so far behind him. âSorry. Letâs get you back to my place.âÂ
The rest of the walk was short and quiet. Dash could feel Dannyâs dazed and disassociating look as he walked beside him. He couldnât imagine being in Dannyâs position. No matter how shitty his own mother was, at least she just left them instead of trying to kill him.Â
They finally turned onto the street his house was on. Dash started pulling his keys out of his pocket. He inwardly cringed when he saw the lights in his living room still on. No doubt his dad was still up waiting for him.Â
They walked up the stairs to his front door and put his key into the lock and opened the door.Â
âWhere have you been, young-â
His dad stopped when Dash pulled Danny into the house. He stood there for a few moments studying Danny and the dirt all over him.Â
âWhere did you find him?â His dad whispered.Â
âI got lost on my run.â Dash said, guiding Danny in behind him while he closed the door. âI tripped on the grave he crawled out of while I was trying to find my way back.â
His dad blanched at him. âIâm sorry, what?âÂ
âI can explain everything to you but can we get him figured out first?â Dash gestured at Danny. âAnd I donât think he needs to hear the story he told me again.â
His dad nodded. âYeah, right. Take him upstairs and find him a change of clothes and get him cleaned up. Iâll make us up some soup.âÂ
Dash nodded back at him and pulled Danny up the stairs behind him.Â
âIâm gonna find some clothes for you to wear first and then weâre gonna head to the bathroom.â Dash said over his shoulder. Danny didnât respond.
Dash headed to his room and opened his door. He let go of Dannyâs hand.
âIâll be right back.âÂ
Dash headed to his closet and looked through his t-shirts. They would all be pretty big on Danny but that would be fine. He grabbed the one Nasa shirt he had and headed to his dresser. He struggled to find some sweat pants that would fit Danny but finally found an old pair of his buried at the bottom of one of his drawers.Â
He walked back to where Danny stood in the hallway. He was staring at where Pookie sat on the floor, staring back up at him.Â
âThatâs Pookie.â Dash said.Â
Danny nodded. âI remember. Iâve always wanted a puppy.â
Dash smiled. âIâm sure heâll be able to fill all your puppy needs while youâre here tonight.â
Danny smiled sadly at Pookie but turned to follow Dash to the bathroom.Â
âYou can sit down on the toilet.â Dash set the new change of clothes on the counter while he rummaged through the cabinet for the first aid kit and a washcloth. He set the first aid kit on the counter and turned the water on. He waited for it to get warm before he soaked the washcloth in water. Sudding it up with soap, he turned to face Danny.
âAre you okay with me cleaning your face and arms off?â Dash asked him.Â
Danny looked up at Dash, his expression blank for a moment before he nodded.Â
Dash sat down on the edge of the bathtub and started with wiping down Dannyâs arms. There was so much dirt and grime. As he washed it off he also found some cuts and scrapes. Dannyâs hands were the worst but Dash supposed thatâs what happened when you dug your way out of your own grave.Â
âIâm just gonna have you wash your hands in the sink when weâre done. That might just be easier than me trying to do it with a washcloth.â He stood up and grabbed a clean washcloth for Dannyâs face.
He sat back down and brushed Dannyâs hair out of his face. Dannyâs blank eyes focused on him.Â
Dash held Dannyâs head in place by placing a hand on his left cheek. He started by cleaning around Dannyâs eyes. Dash moved to his forehead but his eyes stayed closed as Dash cleaned the rest of his face and made his way down his neck.Â
âDonât forget behind the ears.â Danny whispered.
Dash snorted but obliged him.
He threw the second washcloth into the sink and studied Dannyâs hair as he opened his eyes back up.
âWash your hands and take your shirt off. I think we should rinse the dirt out of your hair, even if we donât actually wash it.â
Danny headed over to the sink and washed his hands while Dash turned the water for the shower on. He tested the water and adjusted it until it felt like a comfortable temperature. Danny finished washing his hands and then took his shirt off and changed into the sweatpants, tossing the soiled clothes on the floor.Â
âLean over the edge of the tub and Iâll rinse your hair out.â Dash said.Â
Danny did as he was asked, propping himself up by resting his arms on the tub. Dash rinsed and pulled as much dirt out of his hair as he could before he shut the water off. He grabbed a towel out of one of the cabinets and handed it to Danny.
âHere.âÂ
Danny slowly dried his hair as Dash opened up the first aid kit. He pulled out the hydrogen peroxide and neosporin. He grabbed yet another washcloth and doused it in hydrogen peroxide.Â
Dash turned back to Danny just in time to see him pull the towel off of his head.Â
âThis will sting a bit.â Dash warned as he started working on cleaning the scrapes on Dannyâs hands and arms. He moved up to Dannyâs face and cleaned the one scratch that ran across his cheek.Â
Dash went to grab the neosporin and started applying that when Danny looked up at him.
âThank you for doing this. You didnât have to.â
Dash shrugged. âEven if I didnât want to, my dad wouldâve made me. But I wouldnât want to leave you all covered in dirt. You donât deserve that.â
Danny hummed and Dash finally finished cleaning him up and putting bandages on.Â
âYou can take the spare bedroom. I can bring your food upstairs for you.âÂ
âOkay.â Danny nodded, pulling his shirt on. He looked down at the floor as Pookie started following them.
Dash opened the door for the spare bedroom and turned on the light.Â
âHere you go. Home sweet home for the night. You can get settled in while I go see where the soup is at.âÂ
Danny nodded again and sat down at the edge of the bed. Pookie jumped up by him and curled up at his side.Â
Dash headed back downstairs and found his dad still stirring the soup in the kitchen. He looked up when Dash sat down in a chair at the counter.
âHowâs he feeling?â His dad asked.
âHeâs pretty out of it. Has been since I suggested that his mom did this to him on purpose.â
Dashâs dad turned to look at him. He pinched the bridge of his nose. âYouâve got to stop explaining things like this. Can you start from the beginning?â
âHe said his mom asked him to help her fix some portal they built that didnât work. That she wanted it to be a surprise for his dad. But she asked him to suit up and sent him inside the thing. He tripped and hit a button and it turned on from the inside.â Dash looked away from his dad. âHe got hurt and when he walked out of the portal he thought something scared his mom. She took him on a walk and at the end of it she pushed him into a grave she had ready and waiting and buried him alive.â
His dadâs eyes widened. âShe buried him alive? Wasnât that a month ago that he went missing? How is he here?â
Dash shrugged. âTheyâre ghost hunters. Itâs probably some weird ghost thing. But she even marked the grave with a rock that had Dannyâs name on it. He literally dug himself out of his own grave.â
âGoddamn.â His dad whispered. âI canât decide if this kid has the best or worst luck in the world.â
âMaybe a little bit of both.â Dash joked. His smile fell and he looked at his dad. âIs this enough to arrest her? Or will Danny just have to go home to her?â
His dad shook his head. âI think it would be enough. We just need to find the evidence to prove it. But we can arrest and detain her for questioning. If we believe her to be dangerous we can keep her without bail as well.â
âOkay. When will that happen?â Dash asked.
His dad looked up towards the stairs. âLetâs talk to Danny and get the evidence we need. I think your and Dannyâs statements will be enough to arrest her while we search for other evidence down in that lab of theirs.âÂ
Dash nodded. âOkay. Weâll keep him safe though?â
Dashâs dad looked back at him. âYeah. Weâll keep him safe.âÂ
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When the portal failed, Maddie knew what was missing.Â
It was a portal to the land of the dead. When every calculation theyâve checked, double checked, and triple checked was correct, there was only one thing left that she thought could be the answer.
Opening a portal to the land of the dead required a human sacrifice.Â
So one day when Jack and Jazz went to the fudge museum, she asked Danny to help her tackle the problem with the portal. She told him she wanted it to be a surprise for Jack. That she wanted to fix it before he came home so that heâd be greeted with a happy sight.
She made sure to hide her notes and hypothesis somewhere Danny wouldnât stumble upon them. She asked him to get suited up under the guise of lab safety and she sent him into the portal.Â
It happened more naturally than she couldâve ever hoped. As he was walking inside, he tripped over one of the wires that ran across the floor of the portal and fell against the portal wall. He pushed the on button that was on that wall and the portal hummed to life.Â
She took in the last image of her son, trying to commit him to memory.Â
His screams seared her mind and she tried to block them out. This was for science. This was necessary to further their studies.Â
But when the screaming subsided, something she wasnât expecting happened.
A ghost stepped out of the portal. He looked just like her son except for the fact that all of his colors had inverted.Â
And his eyes.
His eyes opened. They were acid green and full of fear and pain. He made eye contact with her. A bright light appeared around his waist and when it traveled over his body and disappeared, her human son was left standing there.
âMom?â He said. He held his hand close to his chest.
âDanny, come here.â She gestured him towards her. âLetâs get your suit off. Letâs take a look.â
She unzipped his jumpsuit and pulled his arms out of the top and helped him step out of it. A lichtenberg scar ran from his hand that hit the button up his arm.Â
He didnât seem to realize what happened. He didnât realize he had died. That he was some kind of abomination.Â
âLetâs go on a walk, Danny. Letâs walk that shock off.â
âA walk?â He asked groggily, confused. âShouldnât we-â
She shook her head. âNo. Letâs go on a walk. You seem okay. Letâs just stretch your muscles out.âÂ
This wasnât how she planned for this part to go. She expected him to just be a body on the floor that sheâd have to take care of. She didnât expect him to survive that. If you can consider it that.Â
As they walked further away from the house and into the park, she could feel Danny getting uneasy behind her. She could tell he didnât understand why they were just going on a walk. It got worse when they walked into the woods and she walked off the path.Â
âMom? Where are we going?â He asked nervously.Â
There it was. Right behind him. The grave. He hasnât noticed it yet.
She pushed him and a cry pulled itself out of his mouth. He fell into the grave and his back collided with the ground.
âMom!â He cried. âWhat are you doing?âÂ
She tried not to listen to his cries and pleas. He was a monster. He wasnât really her son anymore. Not the abomination he turned into.Â
She pulled a pop out Fenton shovel out of her tool belt and started shoveling dirt into the grave. He tried to sit up so she started aiming for his face and dumping more dirt in faster so he couldnât sit up anymore.Â
Soon he was completely covered and he had stopped struggling against the force of the dirt on him. She found a large stone and placed it at the head of the grave so she could recognize it when she came back.
She cleaned her shovel and folded it back up, storing it in her belt. She brushed the dirt off of her jumpsuit and composed herself before she started making her way back out of the forest.Â
Nobody could know what Maddie did. She was protecting them. All of them. She did what had to be done. She couldnât let a monster like that walk around.Â
Jack and Jazz just thought Danny was missing. They thought he ran away or maybe that somebody picked him off the side of the road one day. They didnât know that he died in their basement when the portal turned on. That she had orchestrated the whole accident. They would never know.Â
But when she caught sight of the monster wearing her sonâs face, her heart stopped.Â
There he was, sat in the middle of their living room, Jazz and Jack doting on him. But standing between her and them was Officer Baxter and his son.
âMrs. Fenton.â Officer Baxter said as he stepped forward.Â
âOh.. Youâve- youâve found my son.â She said with a weak smile. âWhere has he been all this time?âÂ
Dash stepped closer in front of Danny. Jazz placed a hand on his shoulder.
âMrs. Fenton, I need you to turn around.â He pulled a pair of handcuffs off his belt.Â
She stared at them before her eyes darted back up to his face. âWhat- what are those for?â
âYou are being arrested for attempted premeditated homicide.â
âI- I donât- Why would you think I would do that?â She tried to feign shock, but he kept walking towards her.Â
âWe already have a warrant out for your arrest and another to search your lab for evidence.â
She looked at the monster on her couch and pulled a blaster out of her utility belt. âI donât know how you survived, ghost scum, but I wonât let you walk around pretending to be my son!âÂ
She went to take a shot but Jack jumped up and knocked the gun out of her hand.Â
âThis is our son, Maddie!â He shouted at her.Â
âHeâs not my son anymore!â She screamed as Officer Baxter knocked her to the ground and forced her into handcuffs. âHeâs ghost scum parading around with his face! My son is dead!âÂ
âYou have the right to remain silent. You have the right to an attorney-â
âLet go of me!â Maddie screamed as she struggled against the handcuffs. He pulled her off the ground roughly and started walking her to the door. âMy son died! Heâs dead! That is not my son!âÂ
That monster looked at her with wide eyes she swore she saw turn green. A single tear streamed down his face.Â
âThat is not my son!âÂ
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Dash watched as his dad carted Maddie to his car. She was still thrashing against him, screaming in the street.Â
âWhat happened, Danno?â He heard Jack whisper behind him.Â
âShe did something to me.â Danny whispered.Â
Dash turned and saw Jazz and Jack exchange a look between the two of them. Danny was still staring at the front door where his mom had been taken away.Â
âWhat did she do to you?â Jazz asked.
Danny shook his head. âIf- if I told you⌠Would you still love me?â
A sad look crossed onto both Jack and Jazzâs faces. âOf course we would.â
âMom didnât.â
âWhat did she do, Danny?â Jack asked him again.
Dannyâs gaze finally lifted and landed on Dash. Dash started a little bit at the expression Danny was giving him.
âYou want me to tell them?â Dash asked quietly. Danny nodded.Â
Dash took a deep breath. âHe told me that Maddie asked him to help with the ghost portal. That he went in and pressed a button and when he came back out she looked horrified. Then she led him out to the woods where she had a grave already dug out.âÂ
Jazz covered her mouth as tears welled up in her eyes. Jack looked horrified. Dannyâs eyes were vacant again.Â
âI got lost in the woods yesterday and tripped over his empty grave.â Dash looked away from them and at the floor. âHe somehow lasted a whole month buried out there. He had just crawled out of the grave not too long before I got there.âÂ
Danny had started shaking and Jack shushed him. Jazz wrapped her arms around him in a hug.Â
âItâs okay.â Jack said. âYouâre safe now. Youâre back home.â Jack turned to look back up at Dash.Â
âThank you. Thank you for bringing him home to us.âÂ
Dash nodded. He was about to turn away when something caught his eye.Â
Dash saw Dannyâs eyes flash an unsettling green.Â
What if his mom had been right?
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Hi! This is very very specific, butâŚI've had a rough start to my day today, kinda relating to the topic of my requestâŚ
So I was wondering, would it be alright to request HCs of Jamil, Ruggie, Leona, Floyd and Rollo with a Reader who runs into an emotionally abusive/manipulative parent they haven't seen in a long time? The kind of subtle abuse that's hard to tell (from the inside, at least) is even abuse at all, and makes you doubt yourself a lot. Kinda narcissistic abuse
Kind of a hurt/comfort thing? Like how they'd deal with the bad parent and the Reader opening up a bit about it. Romantic or platonic, either one is good
Feel more than free to ignore if this kind of request isn't your thing: that's totally fine, I understand it's a bit heavy, not to mention very specific, so please do what makes you feel best. I hope you have a good day!
ahhh of course! I relate to this sort of thing a lot (although I don't use terms like narcissistic abuse since abuse is just abuse to me) and I know exactly what you mean. I love hurt/comfort and you're well within my boundaries since the only thing I wouldn't write pertaining to this topic is intimate partner abuse (like with an s/o). so you're perfectly fine! I enjoyed writing this <3
summary: comforting a reader with an abusive parent
type of post: short fics
characters: jamil, ruggie, leona, floyd, rollo
additional info: reader is not specified to be yuu ("shrimpy" is used as a nickname during floyd's part tho), reader is gender neutral, food mention (ruggie's part), actual interaction w the parent happens during leona and rollo's parts, mentions/descriptions of emotional abuse, although reader is kinda vague about it
Jamil Viper
Jamil knows what it's like to feel stuck.
That's really all he has to know when he recognizes that look on your face.
Perhaps you usually wear your heart on your sleeves, or perhaps you're better at keeping your emotions to yourself, like him, but either way he can tell something is very wrong the second he sees you.
It's a bit strange, isn't it?
Surrounded by people in the cafeteria and yet no one seems to notice the shadow cast over you.
He tries to talk himself out of it for the rest of the day. He has enough on his plate as it is, and it's not his problem. He's Kalim's keeper, not yours.
But that sense of unease doesn't go away.
He drags himself out of bed and somehow finds himself at your door in the dead of night.
And even though it takes you a moment to answer, he can tell you were already awake.
"Here," he says, handing you a warm meal in a container. "I noticed you didn't eat today. We had leftovers."
You don't feel very much like eating, but you accept the gift, anyway. It smells amazing. His cooking always does.
"Thank you," you mumble.
You can't think of anything else to say.
"Are you... well, Kalim sent me to ask if you're feeling unwell," he lies through his teeth.
"I'm fine,"
Another lie, this time of your behalf, which annoys him ever-so-slightly.
"You're clearly not. Are you sick?" the question is vague enough, said in such a way that leaves you with the impression that he wasn't exactly referring to a physical illness.
"I've... had a rough day,"
Jamil is quiet for a moment, thinking to himself. And then: "Do you mind if I come in?"
He's always so careful with his words that such a direct (yet polite) request almost catches you off guard. You step to the side, letting him in your room.
"I don't mean to pry. I know it's not my place," he says, watching you close the door. "But... Kalim is worried. Yes."
You shake your head. "It's fine. I'll get over it,"
It.
What did "it" mean? Surely this couldn't just be a lousy day.
"Did something happen?"
You hesitate.
"Have you ever... ran into someone who made your life miserable? That you thought you moved on from... and it starts to feel like you're stuck in that place all over again?"
Of course. Of course he knows what that feels like.
He has to live through that exact experience every day, without even being able to move on.
But he can't just say that. And this is about you, after all.
"I'm familiar with the feeling. I suppose that's what's ruined your day, then?"
"That's one way to put it," you sigh, sitting at the edge of your bed. "Sometimes it feels like all the progress I've made is just... null. Like I'll never really move on."
He hates how much he's relating to you. How much you're affecting him, now, too.
He follows you to the bed and sits beside you.
"Someday, though, you will. It may feel hopeless now, but... you won't stay stuck forever,"
Unlike me, he thinks.
"How can you be so sure?"
"I can't be. But you don't strike me as someone to give up after hardship,"
Like me.
You're quiet for a moment, seemingly considering what he told you. And then you hug him.
A nice, soft hug. Not abrasive or sudden like the ones Kalim gives. He'd almost forgotten what it felt like.
"Thank you, Jamil,"
He hugs back. "Of course,"
Ruggie Bucchi
It was almost painful, watching you fumble with your wallet like that.
You couldn't seem to get the proper amount out, shaking like a leaf and apologizing profusely. Sam keeps telling you it's okay, but the line forming behind you is starting to grow restless.
Ruggie included.
He has places to be, after all, and he's got two whole crates of energy drinks to lug back to Savanaclaw.
He has half a mind to ask what the holdup is.
And so, he peers over your shoulder, ready to- oh, no. You're crying.
Damn it. Why can't things ever be easy for him?
He can't even chew someone out for taking up all his precious time without being thrown a curveball. And now he feels bad.
Sigh.
"Hey, I got this," he says, setting his heavy crates down on the counter and flashing a card.
Your eyes widen. "Oh, no, Ruggie, you don't have to-"
"Relax, it's Leona's money, not mine," he offers a grin, ignoring the tears trailing down your face. "He won't even notice it's missing."
The line behind you two breathes a collective sigh of relief (much to your embarrassment) and Ruggie shoots them a glare.
"I... I still can't accept this-" you start, before he quickly shushes you.
"Hey, if you wanna make it up to me, you can help me carry these things. I'll call it even,"
You're silent for a moment as Sam finishes ringing you both up, and then you take a crate. As quiet as ever. It's unnerving.
You're walking back to the Hall of Mirrors when Ruggie breaks that silence by bringing up your purchase. "So, what's up with the afternoon snack? Not that I'm judging- I'm jealous. I skipped lunch, shishishi,"
"Oh, it's nothing," you mutter. "Comfort food, I guess."
The concept of comfort food is extremely appealing to him. "Huh. Long day?"
"Something like that... Why'd you skip lunch?"
Trying to change the conversation topic? Clever. But he'll bite, anyway.
"Leona forgot some of his class stuff, so I had 'ta run and get it. Too bad he forgot where he left it... I was all over campus,"
"Did you find it?"
"Eventually. Or else I'd be busy getting my neck wrung instead of 'bein here with you,"
You nod, and the conversation swiftly dies.
After another awkward beat, he clears his throat. "So you... you wanna talk about it, or something?"
"What?"
"You know, your... your day," he mutters, shrugging. He's desperately trying to remember all of the things his grandma did for him when he was upset as a child. "Talking about it might... make 'ya feel better, y'know?"
You're quiet again, and for a moment Ruggie is worried he said something to offend you.
Then, much to his relief, your voice picks up. "I ran into someone today,"
"What? Like someone was giving you trouble?"
"No, not a student. Someone I don't see very much anymore. Um... I guess it just threw me off,"
He tilts his head to the side. "Why?"
"I don't... well, we don't get along very much. Something about them just makes me feel... very... small. Insignificant,"
You don't ask if he understands what you mean, but he does. Not that he'd ever admit that so openly to you at a time like this, but being small and insignificant is basically his job.
And as much as he likes the perks, he can imagine how rough it would be to deal with that and not get to use a bottomless credit card whenever the opportunity presented itself.
He struggles to respond for a moment.
"That's rough,"
Definitely not the sympathetic response he was going for. At least you don't seem to mind.
"I-I mean, sometimes we have to act small to survive. It's a part of life, 'ya know? But that doesn't mean you are small. Just surviving on its own is an accomplishment," he recovers from his earlier blunder, trying to smile. "You should be proud of yourself, if anything."
"That's..." you say. "That's one way of looking at it."
He sighs. "I'm not expressing myself very well, am I? What I'm trying to say is that you're not small or insignificant, and living life feeling like you are is a survival tactic at best,"
The both of you stop in front of Savanaclaw, and he offers another grin.
"And if you ever wanna talk about this stuff... well, I'm around... And you can come inside now, if you want. I could definitely find more stuff to carry!"
Leona Kingscholar
Leona Kingscholar is very, very much enjoying parent weekend alone, thank you.
Of course his folks don't want to attend a school event for their disappointment of a second son. Why would they care? And on Cheka's birthday weekend, no less...
But that didn't bother him. Not at all.
As long as he slept through the weekend without being bothered by any happy-go-lucky nuclear family units, he'd live.
That plan lasts about five hours.
"You'd be better off doing something more useful with your time. Sports, or science, or... something that might help your future. But if you're so sure... I suppose it's better to cut our losses now than put any more faith in you. You just can never decide, can you?"
That voice. Unfamiliar, but drawling, laced with poison. Aggravating enough to stir Leona from his nap in the botanical gardens.
And it's getting closer.
"I just don't understand. Why get accepted into one of the most prestigious schools in the world just to spend your time goofing off?" a long sigh. "But as long as you're happy... we just want what's best for you."
Leona grumbles, turning over and trying to drift back to sleep.
"I'm trying,"
This voice is different. No- he recognizes it. It's yours.
"Are you? You know I know what's best for you, right?"
Sevens. This is your parent speaking to you? No wonder you've been acting all jittery lately.
He sits up, giving up on his nap, and continues listening in.
"I know," you say. "I really am trying, though."
"Did I say you weren't? Don't speak for me,"
This is getting ugly. Leona stands, stepping out of the shrubbery and clearing his throat behind the two of you.
You're the first to turn. "Oh- Leona! Sorry, we didn't mean to disturb you,"
"You're fine," he snaps, sharp eyes turning to your parent beside you. "Who's this, then?"
"This is-"
"Their parent," they go ahead and introduce themselves, cutting you off as if you weren't speaking at all. Like you're a piece of furniture hanging in the background. He's not a fan.
"Really? From the way you were talking, I would have guessed that you were their coach. Or boss,"
Your eyes dart between the two. "Leona-"
"You're fine," he reaffirms. "I was just looking for you, anyway. We really have to talk."
You pause, raising an eyebrow. He? Wants to talk to you? Now?
"Is it important?" your parent asks. The question is directed at you, although he answers.
"Very. I was just coming to ask you, very politely, I might add, to reconsider my offer,"
"Your... offer...?"
Your parent looks down at you. "What's he talking about?"
"Can't blame you for forgetting. I'm sure you're busy with all your... school... things. But I do have to ask you to rejoin the spelldrive club. We're in shambles without you,"
He gives you a certain look, one that clearly reads "Go along with it."
Leona Kingscholar offering an olive branch to someone is a rare occurrence. So you take it.
"Oh! Right, I have been busy with school. I've been meaning to get back to you..."
Your parent looks between the two of you with just the faintest hint of confusion, and then frustration. "You've been playing spelldrive? When was I going to hear about this?"
"They haven't been playing with us," Leona says, a small smirk already forming. "They're the team manager. They're way too smart to be out on the field- no, they're running the team, they're organizing everything, their strategy is like nothing we've ever seen. If only they were in Savanaclaw, we might have a chance at winning one of these years."
"Uhhh..." you start, looking between your parent and the oddly friendly and receptive clone that's replaced Leona. "...Yeah, right."
"Now, if you'll excuse us, we really have to discuss official club matters," he says, shooing away your parent until they eventually give in and leave.
As soon as they're out the door, you turn to him. "What w-"
"Are you alright?" he asks.
Stunned would be an understatement. "I'm fine,"
"Really? Cause you're looking at me like a gazelle caught in headlights,"
"I-I guess it's just been hard... having them here,"
Leona nods, closing his eyes as he thinks to himself. Then, he sighs.
"Yeah. I get that. Come on, then,"
You raise an eyebrow as he starts off in the opposite direction. "What? Where are we going?"
"Somewhere quiet and warm to nap. Being around that person sucked all the energy right out of me, I can't imagine how exhausted you feel,"
He turns to look over his shoulder with a smile. "With any luck, we'll avoid them for the rest of the weekend,"
Floyd Leech
Of course, he can tell something's up right away.
Well... maybe it takes him a little while to tune into the conversation, but once he does, he notices you've been... awfully quiet throughout it.
His favorite little shrimpy? All sad? Moping around like a kicked puppy?
Now this catches his attention.
"Bored?" he asks. It's his first guess.
"Hm?" you ask, looking back at him. "No, I'm fine."
"But you're not,"
"Okay, I'm a little distracted,"
Now that, he can understand. But there's still something very off about the whole thing that he can't quite put his finger on.
"You're not telling me something," he states, matter-of-factly, crossing his arms.
You raise an eyebrow. "...And?"
"And I wanna know. I'm not letting you leave until you tell me,"
Your thought process is probably ranging somewhere between "oh, no," and "oh NO," by now.
"I sweaaar, it's nothing," you insist. "I just had a bad day, okay?"
"Why?"
There's no turning back now. He's invested, and until he loses interest, you're stuck here.
"It was... just... long. Can I go now? I have things to do,"
He frowns, and stands, and then puts you in a headlock. "Alright, where're we 'goin?"
"FLOYD!"
He drags you along with him, remembering not to be too rough as he takes you from place to place on his dailies. You begrudgingly learn to accept it.
When you walk back into the Mostro Lounge, Azul and Jade don't even bat an eye.
"You're thirty minutes late- ah, why do I bother?" Azul says, rifling through a stack of papers on his desk. He only looks up when he catches a glimpse of you. "Oh. Hello, there."
You wave half-heartedly. "Can I get some help?"
"Floyd. What is the meaning of this?" he asks.
Floyd pouts. "There's 'somethin wrong with them and they won't tell me what,"
"Are they ill?"
You lower your eyes at the two as they speak like you're not even there. "Hello?"
"Nah, they feel fine. They're all mopey, though,"
Azul hums to himself, lost in thought. And then: "Well, figure out what it is, and get to work, if you please,"
"Azul!" you shout. He ignores you.
Floyd drags you back outside the office and sits down with you at one of the tables, waving to concerned lounge-goers as they pass by.
"Now will you tell me?"
"Geez, alright, alright. I give up, you win," you sigh. "I... well, my parent was here earlier. At school. And we talked, and they... said some not-very-nice things to me. That's why I've been upset, okay?"
Floyd's smile immediately drops. "I win? But that's not a very good prize,"
"Tell me about it,"
"Why would anyone be mean to you, anyway? You're the best shrimpy I know!"
You avert your eyes. "It wasn't... mean... per se. Just... not nice,"
"Sounds mean to me," he mutters. "I don't get it."
"Well, sometimes these things just... don't make sense. It's my fault, anyway," you sigh.
His gaze sharpens at that. "'An who told you that? You didn't do anything! I'm starting to really dislike this parent of yours,"
His sudden mood swing doesn't phase you, but it does lift your spirits... just the tiniest bit. Even if you wouldn't admit that to yourself. "Hey, it's fine. I'm over it,"
"You sure you don't want me to squeeze 'em?"
"Heh. No, that's okay. I would like you to let me go, though,"
His eyes widen at the sudden realization he still has you in a headlock and he quickly releases you.
You sit up, stretching and rubbing the back of your neck. "Thanks,"
"My arm was starting to hurt, anyway..." he thinks for a moment, looking back to the office door. "Ya think I can use that to get out of working? I wanna spend more quality time with my favorite shrimpy. You could use it!"
You look to the door and shrug. "Hey, worth a try, right?"
Rollo Flamme
Out of all the things to ruin the day, of course it had to be your parent.
The disappointment between the two of you was palpable. And even though it was only a brief encounter, it was enough to sour the rest of the afternoon for the both of you.
The first thing Rollo noticed, of course, was the manner in which they carried themselves. As an authoritative, important figure, puffing out their chest and towering over you. What gave them the right...?
They were not a leader, nor a public figure, nor anyone of interest, if your earlier mentions of them gave him any idea. Nothing but an adult who spoke to the both of you as if you were tiny children.
He loathed being talked down to.
Perhaps he should have said something sooner than he did, and perhaps he should have said something more than the interruption he used to excuse you from the conversation.
And now you're just quiet.
"Are you well?" he asks, looking at you from the corner of his eyes.
You shrug.
"I apologize for not speaking on your behalf sooner. I did not want to be rude,"
No response at all.
Your silence was driving him mad. He couldn't get a good read on what you were feeling when you kept looking away like that.
"If you'd like to return home early, I would understand and escort you promptly,"
"No,"
A response. Not a good one, but a response nonetheless.
"May I ask you a question?" though he doesn't really wait for your permission to go on. "Why do they speak to you like that?"
That comment seems to jolt you, and you turn to look at him with wide eyes. "What? Speak to me like what?"
He struggles for the right words.
How could he describe it? It was so... odd. The words they spoke to you didn't sound cruel, but there was something sinister lurking beneath them. And not even in the typical "polite for the sake of it" sense.
Each response they gave was laced with a sort of venom that seemed to sting you. You had grown quiet, distant, as if you weren't really there at all.
Of course he was familiar with such tactics. He could weave his own words with ease. But you had done nothing wrong- you were guiltless. Why were you being punished?
He couldn't quite come up with an answer.
"You seemed uncomfortable," he finally says, looking away again. "I apologize for such an experience happening to you under my watch."
"It's not your fault,"
"It certainly isn't. And it's not yours, either,"
A blanket of silence falls over the two of you until he speaks again.
"You have nothing to feel bad about," he reaffirms.
Another pause.
"And I don't mean to intrude. But if you ever need my assistance, you know where to find me,"
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Okay but could u write something fluffy with soap. Tbh I feel like he'd be the best friend to lovers kinda thing.
AND YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT i love friends to lovers so much guys u don't understand :(
also, i realize now that this isn't super fluff-heavy!! apologies </3 i got carried away.
johnny "soap" mactavish x gn!reader
warnings: horrid scottish slang from a non-scot (i am sincerely sorry), my writing from 2 am on three hours of sleep (also sincerely sorry)
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-best friend to lovers with soap except there wasn't really a specific moment you two become each other's. it just... kind of happened.
-growing up with him and supporting his dreams to be a soldier while he supported yours. the first time he came back from a mission, you were the first person he wanted to see once he was allowed back home.
-you used to fuss over any injuries he got from being himself as a little kid, and the worry only heightened when he'd come back from missions with real wounds.
-his mom would always have a cheeky smile seeing you two together. she never said it, but it was always hinted in the way she acted. she was always talking to johnny about how you were such an impressive and loyal young person, often doting on you and insisting you stay for dinner (which, of course, you couldn't refuse).
-the first time johnny started dating someone, it was hard for you to deal with, but it got easier the more it happened.
-what you didn't know was johnny would take it even worse whenever you told him you started dating someone. he'd act all proud and protective in a brotherly fashion, but behind closed doors he was scowling to himself without knowing why.
-one day, you're visiting him in his apartment after he had been away for a few months. you're strangely more subdued than usual, and of course he notices.
-"hey," he calls to you softly, a strange contrast to his usual loud self. "what's wrong?"
-"nothing, don't worry about it," you reassure him, fiddling with the little plushie he got you from his travels--one of the many trinkets he's gotten for you. he always says it's to make up for the fact that he won't be there to bother you in person, but it's actually because every precious little thing he sees reminds him of you.
-"ah ken you're lying," he tells you in a warning tone.
-"i got broken up with, is all," you admit, turning your head away from him.
-"what?" he booms incredulously. how could anyone leave you? "is he insane? after getting an apartment together?"
-"there was this girl from his work and, well, i don't know," you shrugged, fighting back the tears you thought had dried days ago. "he wants the apartment. i mean, he did pay for more of it so-"
-"come live with me."
-it was your turn to be in disbelief, turning your head to face him with a confused look on your face.
-"what?"
-"th' place is empty with me at work. no rent, 's away from yer stupid ex, and ye get to be around me," he added jokingly. you rolled your eyes, but how could you not take him up on his offer?
-from then on, you're living with your best friend and taking care of the place while he's away. if you're staying rent-free, the least you could do was try and be as neat as possible (he insisted it was okay with the place looked like it was lived in, but you refused).
-when he'd come back from his missions, he'd still shower you in little gifts he'd get along the way when possible. you always tried to have some kind of meal ready for him, too.
-"you're always cooking for us, a'm feeling like i should do it sometime," he says, already knowing the answer to that proposal.
-"absolutely not." (the one time you let him cook was when you were both in college. he caught a pan on fire, somehow.)
-"you hurt me!"
-"oh, please."
-eventually, the routine becomes more and more domestic to the two of you. soap's mother always calls out how you two are living like a married couple, but the both of you just laugh it off like neither of you have noticed.
-you eventually notice changes in johnny's gifts. it went from gag gifts and plushies to little pieces of jewelry or intricate pens. sometimes you even think you catch him staring at you, but maybe it was just wishful thinking. he hasn't mentioned being interested in anyone in a while, either.
-it all comes to a head when johnny doesn't come home the day he said he would. sure, it happened at times, but this was the longest amount of time he's been late.
-eventually, he finally walks through the door with too many injuries, a bruise on his lip, and walking with a rough limp.
-you tend to him immediately, of course, interrogating him on what his doctor told him he should do to take care of his healing wounds. the rest of the night goes just like how the others have gone, with you making sure he's fed, warm, and resting.
-by the time you're closing his window for him, you're absolutely exhausted. you had barely gotten any sleep because of johnny's delayed return. normally, you would've let him do more for himself, but the extent of his injuries was worrying you.
-"ye ken am alright, aye?" he asks you in that low, rich voice, searching your eyes for something other than worry and sleepiness. he's sitting up in his bed by the time you walk back to him (despite the fact that you told him to lay down).
-"you're injured. you came home late."
-"what? ye have no faith in me?" he mocks hurt, trying to put a smile on your face or at least get an exhale of amusement out of you, but you weren't in the mood. he could tell by the way you didn't respond and the permanent but subtle frown on your face.
-"i know you're good at your job, johnny," you finally say, ready to call it a night.
-"good. then ye know i'll always come back home to ye, aye?"
-you swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded, too tired to overthink about what he just said.
-"come here," he orders quietly, reaching out to you.
-gently, he coaxes you into laying next to him. the last time you ever slept in the same bed as johnny was when you two were kids. you were having a sleepover at his house with you in his bed and him on a spare mattress. you had a nightmare so bad it woke johnny up, but instead of brushing it off and making a joke of it, he jumped into bed with you and hugged you protectively. he said it was a good way to train for becoming a soldier, and you couldn't help but snort with laughter.
-just like back then, you had an easy time falling asleep in his arms, now.
-you woke up that morning well-rested and still encased in johnny's arms, which was impressive considering the fact that most times he sleeps in a position that looks like he flung himself across the bed.
-when he wakes up, you sit up with the intention getting breakfast up and running, but johnny doesn't like that idea.
-"johnny, it's almost eleven. we have to eat something," you chide, trying to get out of his impossibly strong grasp.
-"ye get all sad when am gone but yer trying to leave, now?"
-"well, i suppose if you're well enough to joke, you're well enough to clean the rest of the house and cook, yeah?"
-he lets go of you immediately in a comical fashion, and you have to catch yourself as you hurl out of bed from the built momentum of your escape. you look back at him with a seriously? look on your face as he laughs at your near fall.
-"doesn't that hurt?" you question him, remembering the bruise and cut near his lips and throat.
-"maybe a little," he admits. "kiss it better?"
-the grin on his face makes you think he was setting you up for that one. how could he be so confident?
-just like the times when his mother called you two a married couple, you laughed it off and headed to the kitchen to start breakfast.
-that wasn't the only time johnny's behavior changed noticeably. now, his longing stares at you were more blatant than ever. he'd hold you by the waist if he was moving past you and even told someone flirting with him "oh, i've got someone at home," while he was on call with you on the other end.
-what more could you do than accept it? it wasn't like you didn't like it, anyway.
-one night, you're both in the dining room with you standing and him sitting down on a chair. his hands are on your waist with his legs on either side of you as you reapply a band-aid to his temple (something he could very well do on his own, but any excuse to be close to you, right?).
-as you finish putting it on, your attention draws itself to his lip nearly healed. gently ghosting your finger across the barely visible bruise, you murmur, "good to see this one's basically healed."
-"awe, but it isn't," he corrects you, a slight pout on his face.
-"it isn't?"
-"no, still hurts like hell." you should've seen this one coming. "kiss it better?"
-"that's the second time you've asked me," you were rolling your eyes as you withdrew your hand from his face, but he caught your hand in his.
-"am being serious, (n/n), only a kiss'll make it better," he insists, that damn smile back on his face.
-you couldn't help but wonder if he was actually being serious or just pulling your leg.
-"how could you be so sure?" you challenged him.
-"seen it in ma dreams." oh, that was a funny one.
-"you dream about kissing people to heal your wounds?" you ask through the remnants of your laughter, but he's still looking at you with that same far-off smile on his face.
-"no, just of you."
-there's a pause between the two of you as you process what he said.
-"oh."
-he squeezes your hand with an expectant look in his eyes, like he knew you were head over heels just as much as he was for you.
-you cleared your throat and tried to ignore the searing burning in your cheeks. "well, i guess if you dreamt it, it must be true," you tell him.
-he places his unoccupied hand under your chin and guides your face to his, but he doesn't close the gap. it was like he was waiting--making sure you really wanted to go through with this.
-but you do, so you press your lips to his and he lets go of your face to put his palm on the small of your back, pulling you impossibly closer toward him.
-later that night, when you're back in his arms watching your guys' favorite show and he's calling his mother to tell her the news, you can hear her shrieks of excitement coming through the phone.
-the only thing you don't hear is when she asks, "when's th' wedding?"
-"soon, hopefully," he looks at you leaning against him, head pressed against his shoulder and arm clinging to his like it was meant to be. "but there's no rush. a've waited this long, aye?"
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KYLE CROUSE: Alright, hereâs one from HappyTimes. âEveryone is sent a notice to come help take out Eggman's new base immediately. It's a floating fortress out above the middle of the ocean, so Shadow has to take a 4 hour plane ride to get to it. And because of how everyone's schedule happened to line up and where they were all located, he coincidentally has to share it with just Tangle for the whole trip, which he only finds out after the plane had started taking off. How does the flight go between the two? P.S. He has no chaos emerald so he can't warp away. He's stuck on the plane with her.â
IAN FLYNN: So Shadow is obviously and immediately nettled, and Tangleâs like [interrupting] âAh tut tut tut tut tut! Look! Look, I know about âya! I know you like your boundaries,â âshe says as she makes, like, a force-field gesture with her handsâ âI get it! My bestieâs just like it. So, I got my earphones, we got our in-flight movie, Iâm just gonna watch that and not say another word to âya! We cool?â And he just kind of blinks, and then nods, like yeah, okay, he can work with that. And so she plugs in her headphones and she queues up her movie⌠well, she tries to, the touch screenâs kind of hard to work with, and the glare makes it hard to see. She pokes a little harder, maybe she pokes it with her tailâ [as Tangle] âOpe, sorry! Youâre kinda tangled aroundââ [escalating] Donât worry, sheâll completely untangle it, sheâs got lots of experience! This tail gets all over the place!
KYLE: [chuckling quietly]
IAN: [as Tangle] âAh, anyway, do you mind if the armrest is up? No? Okay, cool! Iâm gonnaâ finally!â Alright, thereâs the movie, and oh, she loves the musical number in this part and sheâs gonna sing! Along! Out loud!
KYLE: [laughing]
IAN: And Shadow is just sitting thereâŚ
KYLE: Seething.
IAN: Ever-so-slowly grinding his teeth to dust.
KYLE: Figured he already did that, considering how many coffee beans he eats.
IAN: [chuckles]
KYLE: But sure. I do enjoy that they are seated side-by-side, and Iâm assuming theyâre the only two on the plane. [laughing]
IAN: Yes, all the other seats are occupied, somehow or anotherâŚ
KYLE: Not with people, just with stuff. [laughing] Itâs just them. Just those two, theyâre the onlyâ and theyâreâ and they sit next to each other!
IAN: Plane lands, and Sonic goes, âGreat! You made it. Shadow, I thought you were coming with somebody else?â [as Shadow] âI did.â [as Sonic] âWhere- whereâs Tangle?â [as Shadow] âOverhead compartment.â
KYLE: [laughing] Oh no!
IAN: Sonic pops the latch and Tangle kinda comes out like a can full of snakes and she kind of stretches and goes, âYou know what? Honestly, the leg room in there was a lot better than the seat, not gonna lie.â
KYLE: [cackles] Oh, but she has a problem with small spaces! She didnât freak out? I meanâŚ
IAN: [laughing] Look, you want continuity in my joke answer, man?
KYLE: Yes!
IAN: I got nothinâ.
KYLE: [laughs, then as Tangle] âNo! No! No!â Shadow would stuff her in there anyway. [sigh] No, no⌠maybe itâs Archie Shadow, not current-canon Shadow. That would be better.
IAN: [chuckles]
KYLE: That would go better.
IAN: He would just be sitting there with the Shadow face the entire flight. Thatâd be hilarious.
KYLE: [chuckling] Which Shadow face?
IAN: The Shadow face.
KYLE: [chuckles] Okay. That one. Yee⌠I love it.
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TRANSCRIBERâS NOTE: Please remember that nothing that is said on BumbleKast is canon! Itâs just some guys and their opinions occasionally spitballing ideas. If you donât like an answer, you donât have to take it as Word of God or anything like that. Itâs all just for fun!
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Temptation
Chapter 7
Your dad is tired of you bringing home these unworthy men. None of them being fit to take care of you or to be given the family business since you are the only daughter. He decides to find you someone fit to be your husband and receive help from the father of the church. Thatâs when you meet Yuta, though just because he goes to church doesnât mean heâs much of a saint
Mafia, murder, violence, mentions of religion, (will contain other things in the next chapters)
The rest of the week he spent as far away from you as he could. He would come home late, sleep in a spare room or sometimes he wouldn't come home at all. Ever since that day he couldn't help but maintain his distance. He was scared, he didn't want to frighten you like that again. Not only did that cause him fear but also the fact that he cared about that.
He was Yuta Okkotsu, one of Gojos most important business partners that worked under him. Everyone was supposed to be terrified of him. But just the single though oh you being scared of him gave him an itch.
He tried to convince himself multiple times that maybe it was because this was all new to him. The concept of marriage and now having to care for Someone else other than him. Yea that sounds about right. This will soon pass and he'll be back to his normal self.
He's been away from you for a good length of time that he kinda felt prepared to face you again. Putting his foot down and putting you in your place. A women shouldn't be walking over a men. Maybe his actions were justifiable last week. He told you to stay put and you did not listen which created consequences.
Yea that's it, you deserved what you got and he will not let it slide.
"Yu?" He hears a soft feminine voice speak. He snaps his head from the paper he held to the door way where you stood in a sun dress.
"Darling you know well you're not allowed in my offic..." as he spoke to you he noticed the bruises on your neck that he left last week. That delicate skin of your being harmed by his own hands. He couldnt bare to see the injury's he caused so he looked back down at his paper.
"Yes I know but I'm worried. We haven't been able to sit down and relax. You're always busy or coming home late. We haven't even slept in the same bed. Im worried about us." you say
About us? what a joke, with the way he's been treating you he was surprised you thought that way.
"I don't think what in doing should concern you. Go back to bed and get some rest." Yuta says as he scans the paper he's been rereading over and over again. To him it seemed like a never ending paper. Everytime he read it he would space out on it having to make him reread it over and over again.
âCan I least go out for some fresh air?â you ask him âof course.â He says as he begins writing his thoughts.
âWithout someone following me.â You speak. The number of times they had stopped you his week from walking out was outrageous. Every time you confronted Yuta about it he would ignore you and keep on with his business. âyouâre not allowed to go out without anyone accompanying you.â
ââââââââ
Your angry thoughts influenced your actions immediately. Storming out of his office you quickly made your way upstairs snatching up his wallet that rested on the nightstand. You couldnât believe that he had just spoke to you that way. This wasnât what you imaged being married to him was. You felt like an idiot for actually agreeing to something so dumb like this. Anyone would have seen something like this coming a mile away. You were just so stupid, so gullible to believe every word that fell out of his mouth. After putting your heels on you walk downstairs. You knew well that Yuta had guards stationed right out the doors. You were so sick of being stuck here with an arrogant man. All you did was try and be the best wife but clearly, he could care less about you and your efforts. Opening the door, you see a tall buff man standing with is back facing you. You let out a small huff as you quietly closed the door behind you. Taking a few small steps forward you see him turn around at the slightest sound of your heels hitting the floor. âGo back inside before I throw you like last time. â That did happen didnât it. âYuta said heâll meet me outside the gates. He seemed to have lost his wallet.â You say trying to get pass him.
He lets out a laugh as he blocks you from going further. âdo you think Iâm stupid little girl? He would never let you go even a few feet from him.â The guard laughs even harder as he shoves you back making you stumble a bit.
You give the man an innocent smile. âClearly you donât know him enough to know that he would let me do that. Let me through before I tell him that you put your hands on me.â You talk back.
âWhat would people say if Yutaâs wife was being man handled? Clearly you would be forced right away. Knowing him he would easily let you go home before killing someone you love.â You stare into his shocked eyes. He mumbled before letting you get pass him. If you knew it was this easy you would if been escaped this place.
Immediately you started walking to the open gates. Walking with the fear of his possible looking outside his window to see you walking of the property. Once you made it out the gates you turn around and shut them. The guard looked at you confused for a second before booking it towards you. Thatâs when you quickly lock it with the key Yuta always carried in his wallet. You gave him another innocent smile before you ran down the road. Luckily those gates where as tall as pine trees, that means he had no choice but to get another key from Yuta who should be at a meeting about now. Now i9f he had the guts to interrupt a meeting then that was on him. Running as fast as you could in heels, you cut through peopleâs propertyâs so you wouldnât be found so easily. Eventually after so long of running you made it to the city of New York. Yuta did not live far from the city at all making everything supper close to you guys.
Stopping at a coffee shop you rest by the wall and catch your breath. You havenât ever ran this much in your life before. The adrenalin in your body was still pumping as you held your chest.
âOh, darling are you alright?â
Alarm bells ran in your head once you heard them say darling. When you look up your met with blue eyes but not the dark ones you know. They were infused with a light green color making them look really friendly. Moving from his eyes to his face you realize this was a total stranger. This man had blonde short hair, chiseled jaw, he wore such a nice navy-blue suit that complimented him. Your mouth seemed to have dropped, mesmerized by his beauty. ây-yes! Iâm fine I just got done with my morning run.â You say
âA run? In heels?â he raises his brow.
âyes...â
âYour quite an interesting girl, how about I invite you to grab a drink with me?â he says holding his hand out. You looked at him not being able to believe him but take his hand either way. He grabbed it firmly and walked out with you in his arm.
â I know this coffee shop with better drink up the street. I had gone to the one we had left to grab a quick drink to go. The I ran into you, and I just love having drinks with people.â He says as he walks with a fast pace. This man was really tall, to the point where it kind of hurt your neck to look up at him.
When you guys got to the place you couldnât believe how beautify it looked. Planted where planted in so many spots and it smelled like roses from the pots that surrounded you. This was something youâve never seen before. As you approached a table, he pulled your seat out and letting you sit before taking his own. A waiter soon came up to you guys and asked if you guys needed time to order.
âNo need, I would like Americano and for the lovely lady hmm, what do you want tea or coffee?â he tilts his head making his golden locks fall to the side.
âI uh, I like tea.â You say
â HĹjicha please! Oh and maybe set of your delicious biscuits.â
As the waiter left, he put his attention back towards you. âso do you usually take strangers on-â âCoffee dates? No, no I am quite a busy man, I was actually free today and well I couldnât just ignore you.â He smiles. âOh well thank you for taking me out uhh.â You say ignoring the fact that he called this a date. âHow rude of me! I havenât introduced myself, havenât I? The name is Angelo.â He says.
âOh, Iâm y/k Okkotsu.â
His eyes seemed to have lighten up once you told him your name.
âMagnificent.â âDo you work Angelo?â
you ask him curious to know his profession if he could afford to go to such a coffee shop.
âI own many restaurants and coffee shops around here, including the one were at. Its quite new actually.â He says as he looks around admiring his work.
âReally? Wow I really love what you did with the place. I is so stunning and it feels like Iâm in the middle of a flower field.â You say surprised.
âIâm glad youâre enjoying it darling.
âum currently nothing Iâm just home all the time but Iâm want to get into my husbands business. I want to feel useful you know? But how can I do that when Iâm not even allowed to know anything about it.â You look down at the wooden table âoh sorry I started venting without realizing it.â You say embarrassed.
âNo need to feel bad I enjoy giving advice to people.â He says as he receives the drink from the waiter that you didnât even notice. He set your drink in front of you as he took a sip of his. Letting out a satisfied sigh come out as he tasted the drink.
âWhat does your husband work inâ he asks as he licks his lips.
âTrading under a company.â You say as you also took a sip out of your drink. Your eyes brightened the second your tastebuds made contact with the liquid. This was really good, this man kept of surprising you by the second.
âWhat is this? Itâs so good Iâve never had such a flavorful tea.â You bring the cup up to your lips once again.
âHa, I knew it would be your taste. Itâs a Japaneseâs tea that has roasted green tea leaves. Its naturally sweet yet has a hint of a smokey flavor in it.â He lifts his hand up in the air to get a waiterâs attention.
The man quickly runs to him and ask him if everything is okay. Angelo reassures him everything is good and that he just wanted to know if he had a bag of the tea you were currently drinking.
âoh you donât have to do that! I can always come on my own, I want to support the business.â You say.
âoh sweety but what if you canât go out when you crave it? You already know how husband can be, ugh so bitter for no reason, Speaking of.â He brings his drink to his mouth. âY- your husband how is he like?â
For a second you thought he was going to say your husbandâs name. Then again, he shouldnât even know him.
âwell, heâsâŚnothing like I expected him to be like.â You say with a sense of sadness. You had no idea why you held such high expectations for him in the first place. You didnât even know him for that long and here you thought he was going to be the best husband ever. âI just wish he was more caring, kind, and well just loving in general.â
You had no idea what had happened, when you first met him, he was the most kindest person ever now he was something else.
âSorry to hear that,â Angelo crosses his legs as he stretches them out. âSomething like that must not be easy to through, I trust your strong enough to pull through, right?â Angelo looks own at his watch and raises his brows. âitâs near noon, do you need a ride?â
Ride, but to where? You couldnât possibly go back to Yutaâs. He was going furious when he finds out you escaped. If you ran back home, you feared your dad would call Yuta since apparently, they were buddyâs now. You could get a hotel room, but they would be able to track you right? At this point he must have already called everyone he knew to look for you. At your wedding the kinds of people that came up to him were unexpected, bank tellers, police, business people, doctors, and more. They all probably had all eyes and ears out for you. You couldnât held but fiddle with your wedding ring to ease your thoughts.
âOr you could come to work for me, you can be my secretary for the day.â He offers with a genuine smile.
âreally?! But Iâm a women, wouldnât people look down on you?â You say feeling a bit excited for the opportunity.
âYou think I care about other opinion? Is that the way your husband thinks? Such a childish mindset. Common letâs go to my company building.â He says as he helps you get up.
AN: Guys I wrote this on my laptop on word during my finals. I typed 5 pages of fanfic and thought I out did myself and once I pasted it onto here I screamed. YOUR TELLING ME THIS IS HOW 5 PAGES LOOK LIKE.
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âSeven!â You started to breathe quickly, ceasing your screaming to give him a sharp look, the wind whipping at your face, causing your cloak to flutter wildly, âa little warning next time?!â You grabbed your cloak, tugging the silk closer to you, not wanting it to rip.
He let out a muffled laugh and slid one of his hands over yours, giving it a comforting squeeze. âYouâll be fine!â He insisted, keeping his eyes focused straight ahead, dangerously swerving past piles of rubble and fallen architecture. âIâve done this a thousand times! Was just makinâ my typical rounds when I stumbled across you, yâknow!â
He hit a ramp, making you scream again before burying your face in his shoulder, trying to muffle your terrified cries. âWeâve got a little bit more to go âtil we reach a charging station for my bike!â He added, the electrocycle tearing through the air to land back on the ground, the harsh impact causing the vehicle to judder and you to wail. Seven simply laughed again, sounding incredibly gleeful. âMâbike donât got much charge left, but it should be enough to take us there!â
âSo you donât even know?â You shouted over the rushing winds, the backdrop a blur against the speeding electrocycle. âHow can you be so confident?!â
âHow did you live in the Chasm for two hundred years with that kind of attitude?â He called back mirthfully. âYou jusâ gotta believe, and then practice some, and by the time it matters, youâll know what youâre doinâ!â
âYouâre crazy!â
âA good kinda crazy, donâcha think?!â He burst out into laughter as he revved the electrocycle, taking on a burst of speed to zoom down the street. âDonât worry, youâre in good hands!â
You simply groaned, letting your limp body fall onto his in defeat. Upon entering rockier terrain, where each inch of the road was covered in bumps, you tightened your grip on his jacket, clutching at his sleeves for dear life. Donât scream, donât scream, donât screamâŚ
âHoly shit!â You wailed. âWhy isnât it over?!â
Seven seemed to register your panic, and he quickly patted your thigh. âYouâre okay!â He shouted. Despite it being a yell, the firmness in his voice was grounding, and, slowly, you managed to ease into a non-hyperventilating state.
Your heart was already pounding in your ears from the sheer adrenaline pumping through your veins, but his closeness wasnât helping, either. The slight hitch of his breath as you pressed yourself closer, the ripple of his muscled shoulders and back with each graze of your fingers against his skin, the way his dark hair looked, tousled in the windâall of it was so human. He was human. You were human.
For once, you felt like you belonged.
When the initial shock of the situation faded, the bike ride seemed more enjoyable than before. The wind, the speed, the sound. It was gratifying. All of it. And having a real person here with you made it all the more real.
âYou might wanna keep yâer eyes open, yâknow!â Sevenâs voice jolted you out of your thoughts. âItâd be good to take in some oâthe land!â
You glanced around, trying to see what he was talking about, but only frowned. âThis place is a wasteland!â You shot back, craning your head to the side to give him a pointed look, âwhat am I supposed to be looking at?!â
âDonât know!â He grinned, taking a sharp turn to drift into a new street, âall Iâm sayinâ is that if ya get lost nâ canât find yâer way back, none oâit is my fault!â
The wind howled in your ears as Seven sped up the road, the rockiness of the path making you groan. âIf I donât die on this bike, sure!â You hissed, wrapping your arms around him and holding on tightly like he was your lifeline. âIf you kill me, I will haunt you in your sleep!â
âSure, love!â He snickered. âI wouldnât mind seeing your face for the rest of my life!â
âOh, fuck you!â You spat, the words accidentally coming out in Aayixa, though Seven didnât question it, instead chuckling some more.
âWhatever you said just sounded pretty menacing!â He teased.Â
âI hope you get eaten alive by rabid wolves, you feral pig!â Your teacher had once taught you how to use menacing phrases in Aayixaâthough, you werenât sure he expected you to use them like this, but if the shoe fits, it fits.
âWhoa, calm your ass down! You sound like youâre planning out my murder right now!â Seven raised his arm as he spoke and pointed at something glowing in the distance, âthatâs the charging station! Damn colorful, ainât it?â
You lifted your head up to peer at the station. It was fairly large, with a large, neon green sign resembling a battery resting atop its roof, and there were several different charging stations, each separated by a short black partition, along with what seemed to be an array of tools and equipment to go with an electrocycle. âHow much is it to charge a bike?!â
âAbout a hundred!â He shouted, the droning of his bike slowly coming to a standstill as he pulled into the driveway of the charging station, turning the electrocycle into one of the stations. âHere we are.â
âWait, you said itâs a hundred?â You tapped his shoulder rapidly, gaining his attention.
âYeah, why?â He smiled.
âA hundred what? Dollars?â
âNope, bytes.â
You squinted at him. âThe fuck is that?â
Seven chuckled, recognizing not your words, but instead your upset tone. âBytes are a type of digital currency. Every citizen has an identification card that carries their information nâ bank shit on it. I mean, some people still use coins nâ dollars, but thatâs mostly them uncertified people.âHe got off of the electrocycle and helped you down, extending his hand out to you. You took it gratefully and carefully climbed down.
âYou gotta tell me more about those bytes later,â you remarked. âSounds like Iâll need it if I want to get by.â You cleared your throat a second later. âSo,â you began, watching as he clicked the disc around his neck, causing the helmet to retract, âyou just⌠charge it here, huh?â
âMhm.â He tousled up his hair, running his fingers through his dark locks idly. âThere are other things you can do, too. Like paint it, replace the parts, upgrade it, blah blah blah. But that all costs money, and Iâm happy with how my bike is now.â He patted the electrocycle lovingly. âYou can also get someone to do it for you, but⌠if youâre gonna have an electrocycle, you might as well be good with your hands. Otherwise, those bills are really gonna rack up.â
âSounds about right,â you muttered. As Seven plugged in his bike, your eyes started to wander, and you noticed something painted on the wall of the building the charging station had been built against, and you took a few steps closer to get a better look.
âWow.â You stared at the mural in disbelief, admiring the hard work that mustâve gone into creating such a beautiful piece of art. It was large already, but there were even smaller details hidden inside what you see at first glance. The longer you looked, the more you were impressed.Â
Your hand reached out towards the mural, but you pulled it away last second. You didnât want to accidentally ruin it. âSeven, look at this.â
The male looked up when you called his name, and he came over to you, his eyes shifting over to the mural. âOh, a mural.â His eyes followed the patterns with interest; the swirls and zag-zags and line-less shapes. âYeah, these things have been painted all around town as of late. Specifically on government-owned property, which⌠is nearly everything, but it does help brighten the place up a little.â
âBy the government, orâŚ?â You looked back him curiously, and he shook his head.Â
âNo,â he mused. âBy some graffiti artist. Itâs technically vandalism, so the governmentâs been trackinâ âem down, tryna get âem to cough up some cash to compensate for it all, or just throw âem in prison if they got none. Probably gonna do both, to be honest.â
âOh,â you mumbled. You tried to soak in the entirety of the mural and etch it into your mind, but you simply couldnât. It wasnât the same, to not have those vibrant colors practically jumping off of the wall at you, and those big, curled letters that brimmed with energy. âHow⌠cruel. For something like this? Really?â
He pursed his lips. âUnfortunately.âÂ
Your eyes followed the lines of the mural, and your gaze eventually fell on one letter, drawn unlike the rest: an S, drawn in charcoal black, with a similarly dark line dissecting it in half. Compared to the other writing, it was sharp and thin, not bright and bubbly. âSo, one artist is drawing all the murals?â You murmured. âAre they all signed with an S like this?â
Seven followed your gaze. âThink so. I ainât really a big art guy, but they are niceâta look at, I sâppse. The so-called âsâ looks more like, uh⌠two pieces of metal to me, though. With some sword snappinâ it in half or sumthin.â
You smiled mischievously. âWhat, are you suddenly a master interpreter? OrâŚâ you raised a brow, âare you secretly the one making the murals?â
âPfft. Naw, I donât got the time for that,â he snorted, waving his hand. âIâve got other shit to deal with. Ainât gonna get the government on mâback just fâer somethinâ easy on the eyes, ya hear?â
That got a chuckle out of you, and you glanced at him over your shoulder, watching as he ambled back on over to his electrocycle. âYou say that, but Iâd bet youâre pretty popular with the ladies.â
He chuckled. âMaybe, but Iâm âbout as popular as any sensible lad with an electrocycle is.â However, his lips parted into a cheeky little smile. âThough, I have been with my fair share of ladies, even before gettinâ mâbike. Gentlemen, too. But Iâve got mâeye on someone, so I ainât really lookinâ for anything.â
You noticed the way his eyes lingered on you as he spoke, making you snort. âFunny,â you said dryly. âHumor really has changed since 2900.â
âJust a bit,â he said playfully, leaning his arm onto the partition that separated his bike from all the others. âIâm surprised you were so eager to agree to me showinâ you âround, though. Thought youâd must have some sortâa reason fâer beinâ up here in the Surface. Whatâs that âbout, anyways?â
You pursed your lips together. âNot really,â you confessed. âI was just hoping to live a life on the Surface, I guess. And see how the world has changed. Clearly, itâs⌠differentânot exactly in a good way, butâŚâ your eyes shifted over to him, and your voice grew soft. âAt least there are still good people in this world.â
Something in his expression changed. âYouâre right,â he nodded. âThings have changed. For the worse. But you know, you being here gives me a good feeling.â He managed a wry smile. âYou saved us two hundred years ago, so I ask that you save us again.â
âNow, that might be a bit much,â you joked, making him chuckle. âBut, really, Iâll⌠try my best.â You paused. âHow do you make money, anyways? Do you work somewhere?â
âNot quite,â Seven smiled. âI partake in an underground fighting arena. I get paid for every win. Itâs an unsteady income, but whenever I do go down there, I get paid plenty. Enough to have me coming back, anyways.â
Your brows drew together. âIsnât that dangerous?â
âOnly when ya donât know what yâer doinâ, love.â His smile broadened into a grin. âItâs enough for me to keep my electrocycle in top condition, nâ have a nice place tâcall mâown.â
You eyed him carefully. âWell, I suppose experience is everything. Still.â You huffed quietly, turning your back on the mural to come to him. âTry not to die on me.â
He burst into laughter. âI can promise ya that much, love,â he breathed. âDonât worry, I wonât make ya worry none.â
His response still got you grumbling a bit, but for the most part, you had faith in him. âMy god, how long does it take for your electrocycle to charge?â You sighed. âWhatâs it at right now?â
Seven glanced at the screen at his station. âAlmost done. Just wait a lilâ bit more.â
âFine,â you mumbled. For a moment, you were silent. âYou ever gonna bring me to that arena you fight in?â You asked. âIâd like to see what youâre getting up to in the dark hours of the night.â
He smirked. âI could show ya.â
You held up a hand, refusing to look at him. âNevermind. Donât even.â
âWhat, you arenât interesting in spending a night with a suspiciously handsome and charming stranger youâve just met today, who also happens to be two hundred years younger than you?â He laughed. âWhat a shame.â
âUh, first of all, I am not two hundred years older than you,â you said quickly. âNot physically, anyways. Time works differently in the Chasm.â Seeing the way Seven raised an eyebrow, you continued, âand I barely did anything at all down there, anyways, aside from the occasional spar or lesson in Aayixa. Canât even claim that my mental age is two hundred or so.â
Seven raised his other eyebrow. âSpeaking of Aayixaâyouâre⌠what, a fluent speaker?â He grinned. âMind teachinâ?â
âSorry,â you sighed. âBut Aayixa can only really be grasped once youâve been in the Chasm. Itâs⌠different, there. Not just in how time and space works, but also the way your mind works. Being in the Chasm changes a lot about you. Iâm lucky to have a mostly positive experience down there.â
âWell, damnit.â He kicked at a pebble, scuffing the heel of his sneaker against the ground. âAt least you can speak it, though. You sound pretty fuckinâ cool whenever youâre speakinâ it.â
âAayixa is practically a way of life.â You gave him an amused glance. âIts more than sounding cool.â
Seven shrugged. âI know,â he said breezily, âbut sounding cool is a bonus.â
âWell, when I learned it, I was more concerned about being eaten alive by the furry things that crawl around in the shadows than sounding cool.â You smiled regardless. âBut yeah, I guess it does work pretty nicely as an intimidation tactic.â
âYeah, and if you taught it to me, we could secretly communicate!â He beamed. âSee? Teaching me can be practical, too.â
You chuckled. âBut itâs mostly not.â You quickly shook your head, ignoring the pleading look he was giving you. âSorry, Seven. Thatâs a hard no.â
âAw, shit.â His head bowed dramatically. âFine, fine, whatever, Iâll drop it.â He paused, and then added, âwait, so if you havenât aged at all in the Chasm, youâre⌠what, twenty-five? Same as when you left?â
You squinted at him. âI see youâve dabbled in my life story.â
He winked. âOnly a bit, love. Canât help it, really. After you leapt into the Chasm, thatâs all they were talkinâ âbout for months.â He sighed, setting his hands on his hips. âAlistar this, Alistar that. Occasionally, there was talk about some dude named Argos⌠donât remember who he is, but probably important, eh?â
You quieted. âArgos,â you began, âwas a very kind man.â
Seven raised an eyebrow. âA lover oâyours?â
ââŚNo,â you murmured. âHe was a deity. The one killed in the war.â Your eyes swept over your surroundings as you fell into rumination. âHe descended when we were in a state of crisis, with no food to eat and no water to drink, much less with a roof over our heads and somewhere to sleep. He used his spear to bestow life upon our lands, and grant us tools that we could use to provide for ourselves.â You swallowed. âAlas, we grew greedy. Argos was slain days later.â You squeezed your eyes shut. âHe wanted nothing but the best for us.â
Seven exhaled slowly, and you could see the cogs in his brain turning. ââŚWell, thatâs one thing they left out in our textbooks,â he whispered. You knew he was trying to make light of the situation, but it only made you laugh bitterly.
âYeah. Bet it wouldâve been better if they had kept it in,â you muttered. âFrom there, you know the rest. I took the spear. Helped humanity, but refused to hand it over to the government, because any fucker with half a mind knows they wouldâve used it for a lot more than helping the environment.âÂ
You pursed your lips. âThe day after, I plunged into the Chasm, hoping to ease the burden of his death on my soul. All I found was the emptiness of the void, and the guilt that follows greed.â
âAnd now, youâre here again,â he nodded. âBack where you began.â
âBack where I began,â you mumbled, the words a ghostly whisper. âYeah. Thatâs where I am.â You sighed, rubbing your hands over your face wearily. âIs your bike done charging, now?â
Seven gave you a sheepish grin. âYeah, it finished a little while ago, sorry. I didnât want to interrupt your⌠reflecting.â He rubbed the back of his neck. âLetâs go.â
ââŚLetâs just go.â You followed after him, watching as he quickly unplugged his electrocycle from the station and climbed on. You followed suit, and the familiar drone started up as Seven twisted the handles, causing the neon borders of the bike to light up. He tugged on the collar of his jacket, clicking the disc to prompt his helmet to slide over his face before pulling out of the driveway, starting down the road.
The world was silent for a minute, the only sounds being the hum of the engine and wind blowing in your face. Finally, Seven spoke up, his voice slightly muffled by his helmet.
âYou doing okay?â
You blinked, snapping out of your daze. He didnât look back at youâeven he wasnât reckless enough for thatâbut his concern was noticeable in his voice alone.
âJust fine,â you muttered. âJust⌠fine.â
His fingers tightened around the handlebars, prompting the electrocycle to pick up speed. âAlright,â he murmured. âIf you say so. My bad.â
You didnât exchange another word with him for the rest of the trip.
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3.112 Cutting ties
Love Day came upon us again, and it was so nice to have someone to celebrate with. Someone to celebrate, period. Sophia and I rarely did things traditionally, and I continued that trend by asking her out on a breakfast date. I suggested Vivianna's because it was the first place that came to mind, and I really liked their food. But Sophia was in goofball mode and said I wanted to see my girlfriend. I didn't like her saying that, but I loved seeing her in high spirits in those days, so I let it ride. When we got there, the host seated us at the same table from last time, and that sent her even more.
"It's a sign, Luca! If she's our server again, it's means you were meant to be."
I shook my head at her.
"You are way too high on life right now."
She gasped, still giggling at her silly joke.
"Luca! She's here! I think she's coming this way!"
I was still shaking my head when Yasmine walked up.
"Happy Love Day," she said drily. "Y'all don't have restaurants in Oasis Springs?"
"Of course we do," Sophia said before I had a chance to even think of a response. "But we love this one."
"Hmph. You must really love this food. I wouldn't unfriend someone and still show up at their job. Are you ready to order?"
Sophia looked at me in surprise but also trying to hide more giggles.
"Uhh...yeah, we're ready," I said, unsure if I should even respond to the first part.
When I finally looked at her, I saw her face matched her dry tone. Generally, she wasn't the cheeriest sim, but something was off. Granted, I was probably the last sim she wanted to see, but she should have been over that. Something else had to be going on, and I asked if she was okay.
"What do you care? I can't do this right now. I'll send someone else."
She hurried away into the kitchen, leaving us utterly confused.
"What in the world was that?" Sophia asked. "And you unfriended her?"
"Yeah! She's been sending me mean messages ever since-"
"You broke up?"
"Would you stop with that?? She wasn't my girlfriend!"
I couldn't understand why she found this situation so amusing. It annoyed me, but her laughter was so contagious. I couldn't help but laugh, too.
"Did she look different to you?" I asked.
"Sure did. I think she's pregnant."
"Pregnant? Yasmine? No way."
"She's definitely pregnant, babe."
"How do you know? She's not showing."
"Women know these things!"
"Hmph. Some sims don't need to be parents," I said under my breath. At least I thought I did.
"Luca!"
"What? It's true. She doesn't want kids right now. And she's mean...self-absorbed... Can you imagine her raising children?"
"I mean...I don't disagree, but... It's still not a nice thing to say. Maybe taking care of someone else will be good for her."
Nice or not, I meant every word. It was hard not to get upset about it. Sims all around us kept popping up pregnant unexpectedly while Sophia and I woohoo'd each other's brains out to no avail. WE want a baby! Why won't it happen for us? It wasn't fair. But I didn't want to ruin our date with my petty, jealous thoughts. That rant would have to remain in my head.
"Anyway... You excited about moving tomorrow?"
"You know it! I can hardly believe it."
"Yeah, seriously. I've been thinking about that house for so long... I have to keep reminding myself this is real life."
My Social Bunny chime went off, so I checked to see who sent me a message.
"Oh...it's Maira."
"Why do you say it like that?"
"Like what?"
"Like you're surprised your friend is messaging you."
"I'm not surprised. It's just...I don't know. Every time I hear from her, I feel bad."
"How come?"
"Because I'm such a bad friend to her."
Sophia's lip quivered.
"I highly doubt that."
"It's true though! I never call her. She's always the one reaching out. Even back in the day it was like that. When I was open to dating her-well, she says we did date, but whatever. I got mixed signals, so I kinda stopped putting energy into our friendship. Then I met Yasmine-"
"While you were talking to me," she said sarcastically.
Like a light switch flicking on, I understood why she continued to joke about me and Yasmine. She still felt some kind of way about realizing she wasn't the only one I was talking to, and this was her brand of petty behavior. I shook my head because I knew she would never let that go, and the jokes were a permanent part of our marriage.
"Yes, I was talking to you. I met Yasmine and Chi Chi-"
"I thought you didn't date her."
"I didn't. She came to my classes a lot and invited me to her house a few times."
She eyed me suspiciously, but I continued my story.
"Dating, having female friends, and all of that was new to me. I didn't know how to say no to her. I couldn't say no to her; you know how she is. And I was talking to you on top of dealing with my own issues... It was a crazy time, and I didn't know how to handle it all, so I ended up neglecting Maira. I feel bad because it wasn't like that in the beginning."
"You didn't have any distractions then."
"Yeah...that's true."
"Do you think it's time to let her go? Everyone's not meant to be in your life forever."
"I know. That might be part of the issue. I want to be a good friend while being respectful to you, but I honestly don't know how she fits into my life anymore. But severing the relationship? I don't think I want to do that. At least not yet."
"Okay." She turned back to her food and took a few bites before a very obvious idea let up her face. "Since we're moving now, we should do a combo celebration! We can turn my birthday party into a housewarming party! Invite her to that."
"Oooh good thinking! You know I married you for your brains."
"Ah ha! The truth comes out."
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Magnet as a revalink songđ?
i hope this was referring to the vocaloid song 'magnet' i only know like three vocaloid songs and those are World is mine, romeo & cinderella, and irony (but the lizz robinett eng cover) âď¸đ
i also realize now that this is the song with the extremely intimate 'staring longingly into one another's eyes while our butterfly headphones mics are intertwined' album cover and i couldn't be anymore pleased to enthusiastically announce that YES, that in itself is so revalink đ where is the fanart for it i need it so bad
miku!revali x luka!link, but here's my live slug reaction to the lyrics. (i skipped the first verse, but i used a mix of this video and this vocaloid lyric wikia to look at lyrics. lmk if the translations are wrong or if there are better interpretations!)
I'm wrapped around your finger
from the lips to the tongue
Even if this is something that cannot be allowed,
The flames jump higher still
if there's anything that anyone should know about me as revalinker, it's that i'm completely obsessed with the idea of link always being wrapped around revali for cuddles, for napping on him, etc., and revali just letting him because he's so fond of link he can't and won't say no. link is wrapped around revali's finger (his wing?) physically; revali is wrapped around link's finger metaphorically.
and for the next lines, consider the idea of revali with this warped idea of loving and being loved in his status as a champion, and him trying to maintain a boundary between the two of them. he tries to find every excuse why he and link can't be together even though he's desperately in love with link anyway; they're champions and have responsibilities to their people, they're foils to each others, they butt heads too often, they're too different to be together, or what would the other champions, or the people of hyrule think if they knew they were together? and yet still, they can't help but continue to seek each other out and intertwine and wrap around each other once more.
Every moment, it's harder to restrain myself
If this is love, I want to wear it on my sleeve
The "strange feeling" turns into an unbearable longing
I would follow you to the end of forever
OH MY GOD. I CAN'T BREATHE. STOLE THE BREATH OUT OF MY LUNGS. there's a reason why i said luka!link i was like THESE LINES. THIS IS LINK RIGHT HERE.
going back to what i said about revali trying to keep them apart for all his stupid reasons, link disregards all of them because he wants revali and he knows revali wants him, too. he knows revali just wants to protect the both of them from anything that could tear them apart or anyone who could oppose them, but who cares what others think? if link hadn't already vowed to silence, he would wish to declare his love for revali for the rest of his days, to wear his heart on his sleeve proudly.
the last two lines. oughghfj. ougugh! i'm screaming crying shitting pissing and throwing up. oh god. i love slow burn for revalink so bad, especially link taking forever to realize that he's in love with revali but when he finally does, he's completely devoted. link being like "what is this feeling. i'm supposed to hate your ass but um. i kinda can't live without it." KJDHFJKSDFHJKSDKJFH he would have followed revali into the afterlife and dragged his soul back if he could
With a heart that has gone astray,
We will melt so easily
That there's no free time for us
even to feel each other's tenderness
thinking about link who puts his duty as the wielder of the sword that seals that darkness over his own happiness, over his own love for revali, because that's his responsibility, his purpose. what else was he made to do?
thinking about revalink who will never get the chance to love each other, to hold each other close and look upon each other fondly and sweetly because of that damned calamity. there's no place for tenderness in these prophetical battlefields. they were always doomed to never be.
What has been repeating is not our dream,
But the unmistakably realistic "we"
If we touch, I know we can never go back,
But that's fine; you are everything in the world to me
THEY'RE SO CLOSE. SO CLOSE YET SO FAR. i'm telling you, revali, it doesn't have to be this way, you can have link if you just choose to be with him đĽš
but also i was talking to @senchee the other day about an au timeline split where it's like avengers: endgame when captain america goes back in time to be with peggy. what if after totk, link went back in time to be with revali. haha. "if we touch i know i can never go back" when he gets sent back in time by rauru or something, it was actually just to send his spirit to see the champions one last time as a fulfilled wish, and rauru tells him not to touch anyone in the past because he'll get stuck there with no way of returning to the present if he does (but rauru is fully aware of what link is about to do đ)
hylians and rito aren't long lived, especially not over a hundred years if that's how far back link went, but when link doesn't return from the past, rauru takes zelda to rito village goddess statue, where there is now a tablet on revali's landing, memorializing link and revali :)
As dawn breaks, I become uneasy
and end up in tears
When you whispered, "It's alright",
did I hear tears in your voice too?
it's giving the scene in 'pinesong' by aperplexingpuzzle when revali cries every time he watches the sunrise. i love that fic so much i need to go back and reread the revalink bible.
if totk link went back in time to be with revali, do you think he'd cry at the sunrise too, counting every single sacrifice he had to make to be back here again?
and lastly,
I want you to embrace me, I want you to
tell me that you don't think this is a mistake
I want you to kiss me, I want you to remake me,
I want to drown in this moment of captivation
I'm drawn to you like a magnet
Even if I left, we would find each other again
Let's become one; I can never go back but that's fine
You're everything in the world to me
oh my god. oh my god. i can't move. you people are gay đŤľđ§đłď¸âđ
revali may speak verbosely, decorating his intentions in all sorts of flowery words, but for link, desire is plain. it's so easy to fluster revali with such simplicity; what better way to convey it with such directness?
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weird that the shape of love is two beating hearts glued together and not two hands holding each other
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watch her when she's lightin' up the night, nobody knows that she's a lonely girl
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Hey there, here again with another fanart for @honeypeabrainâs âOuroborosâ IF. Last one before I start my job, actually!
And here we have Sene and Sybella, the night after a totally innocent sleep over. Nothing naughty went on. Nope, absolutely nothing happened between them the night before... ye... totally... *sweats profusely while sipping water and glancing around*
Sooo, the reason Seneâs pupils arenât Y shaped is because theyâre meant to be dilated. In the demo, I got the impression his eyes were dilated when approaching the mc (Sybella in my case) for the first time. The image in my mind had them be big and wide and round while dilated. I'm probably totally wrong about that. If I am, Iâm sorry! I misunderstood.
Either way, I hope this came out okay! Iâm quickly finding everything about the human anatomy is MUCH harder than initially thought
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my dad just played a bit of Nothing Else Matters just now on guitar he's so cool
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thinking a lot recently about how being chronically ill as a child must have really fucked with me. i never really thought about it that much in the past but now it's like. i am rotating it in my mind and so on and so forth
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this dude has a crush on me and iâm literally cringe
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