#i literally fucking exploded when i saw this earlier. i swear to god man.

[sansxfuckyou]

hi , i just wanted to say that i love the tags you leave on my posts and i hope youre doing okay !! <333

AND I LOVE WRITING THOSE TAGS ON YOUR POSTS AND I HOPE YOURE HAVING A GOOD ONE TOO MAN !!!!!! <3

#asks #kennysdeadbody #i literally fucking exploded when i saw this earlier. i swear to god man. #whenever i see your art i am filled the urge to bite it. or like. print it out and put it on the wall. #im not even super into south park anymore these days. but whenever i see your art it tempts me in opening a blank draft and writing k2. #i miss kite. theres no nonhuman creatures in my latest obsessions. i gotta go back and write more kitesterion/kitenny. #they mean so much to me and im like. still exponentially in love with that piece you drew for Aurora. #i have it collaged onto my laptop homescreen so i can look at it.

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The Snyder Cut: Headcanons (mostly of the tickly nature)

Bruce Wayne (Batman) ~ Batfleck, my love

He’s such a lover boy, and I can say that though I don’t exactly know how to explain what I mean. You just gotta understand.

He cares so strongly about EVERYONE. e v e r y o n e. Alfred, fucking loves the guy, jokes with him. The fucking “This is Alfred, I work for him.” MY MAN, STOP!

I think he just really wants to get along with everyone and wants everyone to get along in general.

But he lowkey crushes on Diana (at least in his mind, he’s keeping it lowkey, but we all see what’s happening)

I love the idea of this big hunk of a man getting soft with someone like Diana. 

She makes him genuinely laugh this one time by saying something funny, and then they’re both laughing together. 

Bruce definitely has one of those laughs where he throws his head back and shit and you can see his like Adam’s apple bobbing and everything.

But that’s if he’s really laughing.

And he has loud “HA”’s that are like really short but loud and then he kinda just snickers to himself for a while, holding his stomach.

And dude, the scene in freaking uhh… i think it’s BvS I’m not 100% (maybe i fucking imagined it who knows) where she like comes over to him and is fixing his wound….. tickle scenario hand picked from the gods right there

I can see a whole, “Woah!” from Bruce when Diana traces her fingers on some sensitive skin. And that Gal Godot smile is on her in an INSTANT. 

Bruce will laugh if he’s with the right person. Like I headcanon that if he’s being tickled, he will laugh if it’s done by Diana or Barry, then like he’ll be forced to laugh if it’s Clark bc he overpowers the poor bat, but then he just has these hilarious bouts of angry growls and chuckles if Arthur is going after him. 

I can’t even write about Batfleck being a ler because I will literally explode, so I’m done here 

(((((butseriouslyifanyonewantstotalklerbatfleckwithmehmuplz)))))

Diana Prince (Wonder Woman) 

I know the GIF isn’t from ZSJL but just let me live, ok? (Also I couldn’t find the one of Gal wiggling her fingers YOU KNOW THE ONE I’M TALKING ABOUT)

First off, Gal is the most horrible queen of giggles. I’ve seen those blooper reels. My god, girl, how do you keep getting hired?

SHE HAS SUCH A BIG SMILE IT’S LIKE THE ROCK IDK HOW THEIR TEETH AND MOUTH GET SO WIDE LOOKING

Diana will start tickle fights without a doubt.

She’s already very trustful and I also feel pretty handsy with people, especially those she may feel close to. So if she’s playful, you best watch out.

Her favorite targets are Bruce and Barry. I will not take criticism. Diana attacking Barry and reducing him to panicky shrieky laughs is my #1 thought. It’s not even living rent free, I’m commissioning it to be there.

Diana is one to laugh with her victims. She will wreck them and have a great time doing so. 

She’ll be ticklish if she wants to be, but it isn’t often she gets pinned and tickled or anything like that.

The guys try to stay away from her or not go after her with tickles for fear of retaliation.

AQUAMAN, CYBORG, SUPERMAN, AND THE FLASH UNDER THE CUT

Arthur Curry (Aquaman)

So…. my man isn’t really ticklish. I really don’t think he is, I feel like his Atlantean genes make his skin a special kind of hard, if that makes sense?

THAT BEING SAID ARTHUR IS THE BIGGEST LER OMGGG

He’ll try and act all cool and ‘whatever’ around the League cuz that’s kind of his persona.

But he slowly gets to like them more and more and his playful side starts to come out.

He’ll tickle Barry out of pure annoyance. Like if Barry makes any kind of comment, he’ll just point his finger out and get that glint in his eye and Barry is sprinting for the hills.

Here’s my favorite headcanon: Arthur will tickle Bruce because he knows it pisses him off when he does it. Bruce will fight back and keep Arthur in his sights at all time and curse and growl at him. And Arthur thinks it’s hilarious.

Arthur as a ler will taunt and tease until the cows come home

“Huh, big guy? What’s that? Ahawww that’s what I thought!... Not so fast/tough/etc. now!... I will wreck you.”

Victor Stone (Cyborg)

Unfortunately… not ticklish. :(

But this boy has the sweetest laugh you will ever hear, and I will die on that hill. 

Now that he has friends (superpowered friends, no less), he can slowly come alive and be himself. 

I can see Victor not getting involved in tickle fights at first, but at a certain point he’ll be all like, “Okay, step aside so we can do this right” and just PIN THE SHIT OUT OF WHOEVER IS BEING TICKLED. His extra robot arms are killer!

Okay, when he laughs for the first time in front of the group, there’s that cliche moment of pause where everything stops and everyone just stares and listens to him. It’s so rare to hear him laugh because the poor kid barely even smiled around them in the beginning. 

He SMIRKS

Now hear me out on this…

Okay, so half a face. Great. Weird. We love it. But you can see all of mischievous Victor when the guy SMIRKS. You see his eye squint and you can swear his robot eye gets a gleam of a different color. 

Wait honestly as I was writing that, the thought of Victor’s eye and like his apparatus changing color based on his mood is golden.

Me sitting here, lowkey wishing Victor’s robot body had some kind of cuddly mode like Baymax lmfaoooo 

Like the defense mode his body went into when he was around resurrected Supes, but for cuddles and being cute.

Clark Kent (Superman)

I was debating even including any headcanons for Superman bc I don’t care about him much, honestly.

I am v happy they kept in the whole ‘him staring at Flash through the speed storm’ scene bc I laughed so hard at that the first time i saw Josstice League in the theater. 

Also I didn’t really like the black superman costume??? I’m not a comic buff, so I’m assuming that’s why. I am like the one person who missed the color from the Josstice League cut. Don’t miss the stupid red sky in the finale, but I miss every other ounce of color that was just SUCKED right out of the Snyder Cut.

Clark and Bruce are besties now, I don’t make the rules. Bruce bought the man his house back. By buying the bank. He’ll take care of him.

And I’ve always simped for those two ever since BvS, bc I’ve already written like two fics where they tickle each other. 

Clark overpowering Bruce to tickle the shit out of him makes me so happy lol. Big strong boy Batfleck looking thiccc over here… but put him against Superman and he’s donezo. Because as mentioned earlier, I do think Bruce is pretty ticklish. 

But Clark can have his lee side when he’s feeling nice

He’s got that mighty chuckle, almost like how Thor might laugh. 

And he really likes getting involved in tickle fights with the League. He knows all of them are sorta afraid of him on the daily anyway, but have that power added to a tickle fight and it’s fun as hell. 

He’s gotten taken down by them ONCE. And I mean exactly (1) O N C E.

They all teamed up. Bing, bang, boom. Pinned him to the floor and they each took an area of skin and fucking SQUEEZED AND WIGGLED. They were trying to incapacitate him as quickly as possible. And dangummit, he laughed a lot! Like Clark realized just how ticklish he could feel if he wanted to feel it. 

And don’t even get me started on Lois, he’s big on getting her to giggle and she likes toying with him and running her hands all over his body (bc who wouldn’t?)

Barry Allen (The Flash)

I waited to write about Barry last because I have so much to say about this character....

and then I fell asleep and waited until the next day to write anything down about him so now I’m totally not in the mood and I forgot all the salient points I was planning on making.

fuck you, michelle.

I got a weird relationship with this character. He was mad annoying in the Josstice League. Thank goodness they trimmed his bad jokes down.

But now....

when he got hurt at the end and he was like crying and shit oh my god I wanted to hug him

His character got so... good

And I’m now at the right age where I can think about myself in a relationship with this character with no changes or shame

We both out here trying to find that one good job after college and everything

BARRY JUST WANTS FRIENDS, GUYS

HE’S THAT CUTE

And then he got this whole found family schtick with the Justice League!!! Lookit him!!! Thriving!

He has total little brother energy

like, pesky little brother. Bothers everyone, looks over people’s shoulders while they’re deep in thought or concentrating on something.

Asks a lot of questions.

All the more reason for the gang to want to tickle the shit out of him.

Barry just reads like a super ticklish lee. Like his whole character.

Maybe touch starved because he said he needed friends, and I don’t think he has siblings??? (sorry if i’m wrong about that, comic fans)

I already named some of my fav headcanons about him getting tickled by like Diana and such, and I’m sticking with it.

Barry does flee. He runs away with super speed.... but sometimes he just kinda wants the tickles so he lets them have at him. 

The chase is all part of the fun with tickling Barry, though. That’s what makes it so entertaining. And Barry isn’t afraid to be a little shit about it either. He will super-speed around his pursuers and poke their sides and tickle them back really quickly before they even know what’s happening. 

Barry doesn’t exactly hold back his laughter lol. He’ll protest and scream and squirm like crazy, but once he’s actually tickled, he loses it.

Pure boy. With funny ass facial expressions.

And it really doesn’t help that I never realized just how hot Ezra Miller is, even though I heard he’s not a great person irl. Oh well.

THAT’S ALL FOLKS!

Please please let me know if y’all have things to add, to squee over, to question me about... please. anything. i’m here for you. thanks for reading, guys!

#snyder cut #the snyder cut #zack snyder's justice league #zs justice league #zsjl #batman #aquaman #wonder woman #cyborg #the flash #superman #bruce wayne #arthur curry #diana prince #victor stone #barry allen #clark kent #tickle headcanons #batman tickle headcanons #wonder woman tickle headcanons #aquaman tickle headcanons #the flash tickle headcanons #cyborg tickle headcanons #superman tickle headcanons

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crash the crush.

pairings : senior student!xiaojun x sophomore student!reader warnings : profanity, underage drinking, mentions of drugs genre : fluff, a bit of crack? highschool!au word count : 4.3k

summary : what are the odds of crashing into your crush during the neighborhood-friendly run and mutual friends party?

You were pissed off when your mum said you need to work your lazy ass off. Well, if it's on the summer break, you'll most likely agree with her. But it's only the weekend, and you've been studying your ass off these days. A lazy weekend is something you earned, but your mum decided to rain on your lazy parade.

With all those groans and deep sighs, you storm off your house wearing your workout gear. Not much, only a windbreaker jacket paired with shorts and running shoes. Popping your airpods on both of your ears to blast some jams, you take some light jogging steps on your neighborhood. It's only 4.30 pm, and kinda windy, why the fuck are you doing this? That's right, because mum literally compared you to your neighbor's daughter, Giselle, who recently won a karate tournament. Now mum won't even shut up how much she wants an active daughter, not the lazy one. Yikes.

Back to the streets by Saweetie & Jhene Aiko plays, and you hear a message notification on your airpods. Still on your light jogs, you glance at the notification.

yeri<3 : yo yeri<3 : wyd

You stop jogging for a while to write your bestfriend back. It's saturday, she's probably asking you to hangout along with the gang. Yeri gets easily bored at home and in constant need of hanging out.

y/n : running  💃 💃 💃 y/n : mum said i need to be giselle

You continue your pace while waiting for her reply. You can see your neighborhood clearly now, seeing the details, since you always go to school in a sleepy state, not really noticing the environment, and also going home from school mostly sleeping in your brother's car.

The notification rings again. It must be Yeri.

yeri<3 : bitch thats a dancing emoji yeri<3 : running in a weather like this? yeri<3 : damn straight u wanna be giselle

You chuckle as you’re about to type the messages once more, the weather is fine, what the hell is she talking about? But then Yeri is still typing. 

yeri<3 : n e ways yeri<3 : party at lucas' 8pm yeri<3 : be there or be fucking square 💀 💀 💀

You sigh. There she goes. No other option than tag along with her, but it's not like you hate it anyway. Lucas' party is always awesome, you and your friends also will get a VIP pass because he's a good friend of yours too, despite the fact that you're not even in the same grade as him, he's one year above you and Yeri.

y/n : weather is nice dont jinx it y/n : fine but pick me up y/n : cuz doyoung won't let me drive his car

You send the messages to Yeri to prove her the weather is fine, and indicates that you agree to go to Lucas' house tonight, it's a great night to probably get wasted after all those tiring run mum decided to toss on you. It's gonna be fun, anyways. But the thing about hanging out with Lucas and his senior friends.. You might've developed a big fat crush with one of Lucas' closest friends, Xiaojun. 

You barely had an interaction with him, though, because he's usually the quiet and calm one in Lucas' closest friends group. Lucas himself is already so fucking loud, not to mention Hendery, the good-looking clown and moodmaker. There's also Jungwoo, the one who looks very calm but actually won't shut up once you talk to him. Mark too, the giggly one with some lame jokes. Well, going to Lucas' party tonight means you can see Xiaojun, probably getting the chances that you'll have some interaction over some boozes or something is also quite high.

After feeling all warmed up, you decide to give yourself a run around the block. Yeri's right, it's a funny weather to run. It's windy, but the more you stay outside, the cloud is getting darker and darker. You also knew that you're not really alone, who's doing this athletic bullshit in this kind of weather, you noticed that a boy is also doing this silly run when you were typing messages to Yeri. Probably just another neighbor's child being scolded by his mum of how Giselle is so athletic that his mum also wants an active son? Welp, you didn't see his face anyway, you were glued to the phone when you saw the figure running from the side.

It's not even a minute after you started running, Yeri already replied again. Is she really that bored that she doesn't have anything to do?

yeri<3 : ok i'll pick u up at 7 yeri<3 : um.. its fucking raining, y/n yeri<3 : go home and take a shower yeri<3 : pick ur clothes and put on some makeup instead yeri<3 : its saturday night, activate your hoe protocol yeri<3 : mr xiaojun is going to be there tonight

You stop running and stare at her messages. Raining? Is she drunk or what? It's not even 5pm yet and here she is, hallucinating-

Oop. There it goes. You feel some water drops on your head. Your hand. It was slow at first, but then the raindrops are getting harder and harder, it's pouring. 

"Motherfu-" you let out a curse, you should've trusted Yeri on this. As an intuitive homo sapiens with XX chromosomes, you scan through the streets, looking for some shelter to wait the rain to stop. Spotting a bus stop with a large steel canopy, you run like your life depended on it, avoiding the rain.

Finally arriving, you sigh and sit on the installed chair, typing messages to Yeri.

y/n : omg bitch ur right its raining y/n : should've pretended im dead in my room so mum wont bug me y/n : u know what after the rain ends im gonna sprint back home and take a fucking shower y/n : the universe doesnt like it when im trying to be giselle, it gave me rain instead

You sigh as you shuffle through your playlist, looking for some fun jams to pass your time through the rain, when somebody suddenly approaches you.

"Hi, do you mind if I take a seat here?" a boy asks, pointing to the chair next to you. You look up, and suddenly the next thing you wanna do is ascend your soul the fuck out of your body to the sky. 

Oh boy. It's Xiaojun. The boy you won't shut up about. He’s wearing a white loose tank and grey sweatpants, drenched in his own sweat. Oh god. This is truly an attack for you. What the fuck is he doing here? And why must you meet him at your mess like being all salty because of those running fiasco and the rain? While wearing your not-so-fashionable workout gear and not-so-tidy ponytails? Oh god.

You can feel your heart is about to explode when you realize that he is actually the person who is also doing the stupid running at this very weather, you just didn't notice it sooner because you were on your damn phone. Damn, mum was right, everything happened because you were always on your damn phone.

"No, of course! Take a seat!" you answer him, trying your best to crack your sweetest smile although it's more like sweatiest not sweetest.

He smiles back at you, taking a seat next to you, then his eyes get back to his phone, completely glued. Damn this is the only cardio that is worth it, no running, no jumping, no huff that huff this, only sitting next to Xiaojun on a rainy day on a bus stop. Wonderful.

You quickly whip up the messaging app to type all kinds of gibberish and send it to Yeri. She knows what shit is about to go down when you speak gibberish to her.

y/n : FUCKJSHSJJSKSJK YERI y/n : OH MY FUCKING GOD SJSGSJSHSKJSK

Lucky you, Yeri has nothing to do than respond to your messages, she stays put on the chat room.

yeri<3 : OMG BITCH WHAT yeri<3 : SKSHSJJSKS YOU SCARED ME

y/n : HE's FUCKING HERE AHSJSHSJEK

yeri<3 : OMG WHOS HE?? yeri<3 : THE DEVIL??? IS HE GONNA TAKE UR SOUL? SKEJSJKSKSK

y/n : XIAOJUN y/n : TURNS OUT HE ALSO LIVES IN THIS NEIGHBORHOOD

yeri<3 : ASKJSJSKSK WHAT yeri<3 : HOW

y/n : KAHSKSJKS omg bitch y/n : i was sheltering myself from the goddamn rain y/n : im in bus stop rn y/n : this angel came to accompany me y/n : HE WAS RUNNING TOO OMG y/n : omg yeri just so u know if im not there when u pick me up y/n : its bc im in church getting married with my man xiaojun

yeri<3 : BITCH OMG SKSKSKSKK yeri<3 : GET MARRIED RN yeri<3 : WAIT dont waste the chance yeri<3 : talk to him rn!!!

You swear you're about to scream when Yeri sends that. She was actually right, this is your chance to talk to him, considering that you didn't really interact that much with him. But really? He didn't even say a word when he sat, probably didn't even remember your name? The disappointment slowly gets into your head.

You freeze on the spot. torn between wanting to talk to him and just let it slide, you'll see him again tonight as Lucas' house, right?

Just when you decide to give up and not say a word, he turns his head to you.

"Hey, I didn't know you live in this neighborhood too," he starts.

Oh god. If every time your heart beats fast you get a dollar, you'd probably have your own private island by now.

You try to play it cool when actually on the inside you wanna scream I LIKE YOU to his face rn. "Oh? Oh yes, my house is number 13." you answer calmly,

He cracks a smile, “13? You’re Doyoung’s little sister?”

Oh god. What the fuck is this clownery? He knows Doyoung? Why and how? At this rate you just wanna evaporate to the rain, what if Doyoung actually knows that you liked Xiaojun and he spills it? Oh god. 

You smile back at him, holding the panic you’ve been keeping since he mentioned Doyoung’s name. “Yep. I’m his sister.”

“Oh god, why didn’t I notice that earlier? I could’ve taken care of you at school!” he exclaims, and you sure you just wanna evaporate to the rain. Him? Taking care of you at school? YES PLEASE!

You let out a small giggle, trying to be as calm as possible when in reality you’re very sure you just wanna melt like a goddamn popsicle on a hot summer day. “So, how do you know my brother, actually?”

He laughs a bit, wiping away the sweat on his forehead. Oh god, he’s just so beautiful. “Well.. Doyoung and I used to be a dynamic duo in the school's choir, until he graduated.”

Oh, that. Doyoung is pretty serious about his career in the school’s choir, but you did not expect that Xiaojun is actually a part of it. Of course, he has the face of an angel, the voice is included.

“Now I know why Doyoung never let me come to his house. Turns out he has a cute- I mean, h-he has a sister, and that’s you! M-Maybe he’s afraid I’ll bother you or s-something.” he continues, stuttering a bit, and letting out an awkward laugh. You laugh again, feeling the blood rushing to your cheeks that you can’t hide no more. DID HE JUST SAY DOYOUNG HAS A CUTE SISTER? DID HE JUST SAY YOU’RE CUTE? DID HE-

But then, good things always come to an end. The goddamn rain stops. Oh fuck, no more chitter chatter with the dear crush. Just when it is the fucking time you need to hear the goddamn wedding bells, the rain decided to stop on your rain parade. Fuck.

He looks up, and seems like noticing the rain has stopped. “Well, Y/n. Lucas is having a party tonight, are you coming?”

You can feel your cheeks are still heating from his words, you shyly nod to him. Welp, maybe the rain has stopped, but this stupid crush? No. It goes on. Very much.

He stands up, straightening his white loose tank, getting ready to probably sprint back home. “Okay. See you tonight then, I’m going home. Have a good run!” he says as he walks away from the bus stop, leaving you dumbfounded. And lovestruck. That’s a win, alright.

Xiaojun slowly fades away from your view, and you’re still drowning on your pool of love. Yep, that’s it. You can’t even hold it, you quickly dial Yeri’s number to break out the news.

“What is it, Y/n? You literally left me on read for like 14 minutes straight and now you-”

“YERI LISTEN I’M GETTING MARRIED TONIGHT AND THAT’S A FUCKING FACT!” you shout to the phone, you can picture Yeri is probably goggling out her eyes right now.

“Girl, just because Xiaojun just asked you why the fuck were you running at times like this it doesn’t mean-”

“HE CALLED ME CUTE!” you blurted out,cutting her sentences for the second time,

“-you’re getting married- WHAT?? HE CALLED YOU WHAT?” Yeri yelled from the phone, now it’s pretty clear that Yeri is probably jumping her ass off right now.

You sprint your way to home, while holding your phone to your ears, continuing to give Yeri the details about the bus stop conversation you had earlier. Now she’s just yelling at you to pick the right dress and pamper yourself up, the probability you’ll marry Xiaojun at Lucas’ party is increasing. Sure it does.

-------

It’s 11.28 PM, 3 hours and a half since you and Yeri just arrived at Lucas’ house, escaping from Doyoung’s warning to you, to get back in one piece, and most importantly, sober. As if you’re gonna leave Lucas’ house sober, that’s funny, alright. You and Yeri were greeted by Yangyang and Donghyuck, who are currently setting up the table for snacks and drinks. That was probably the first time you saw Donghyuck ever setting up something, because if not, Jungwoo would’ve set his ass on fire.

The party madness has started, seems like everybody already has enough alcohol running on their system. Lucas is already losing his shirt and starts twerking in the middle of his house along with Jaemin and Jungwoo. Ah yes, the thot trio already started their thing, and all you have to do is just stay back and avoid getting dragged to the dance mess, because the chance of Jungwoo and Jaemin will start grinding at you is kinda high right now.. Considering their.. Twerking fiasco.

You sit back on the couch and watch your friends getting crazy over the playlist Yangyang made just for this event, sipping on your cocktails that Donghyuck put god-knows-what in it, he said it’s just cherry juice mixed with gin and brandy, but somehow it tastes kinda citrusy. You glance to the right, only to see Yeri making out with some random guy (probably one of Lucas’ friends named Changbin but oh well, that’s Yeri’s business).

Slightly grossed out and sad because apparently you’re not making out with Xiaojun right now, you make your way to the patio, and find the crowd that circle around a spinning bottle. Interested, you join Jeno, Mark, Renjun, Yeji, Hyunjin, Sungchan, Karina, Vernon, Hendery, and of course, the (hottest) most important person right now, Xiaojun.

“Welcome! As a newly joined member.. Truth or dare?” Jeno greets you as you take a seat between Mark and Sungchan. Well, you’d love to sit beside Xiaojun, but apparently, that seat is already taken by Hendery and Vernon.

You silently glance at Xiaojun, who is wearing a denim jacket with light-yellow knit top underneath, paired with white trousers. Damn, he looks so damn good that you wanna cry a river.

Your head comes back to the question Jeno asked. Today’s your day, be bold or bald. It’s time. “Well, I’m not gonna put my drunk antics to waste. Dare then.” you answer boldly, earning a few ‘ooooh’s from your friends.

Jeno snickers. Well, fuck. Guess you’re a bit too damn bold tonight, the realization suddenly hits you like a fucking trainwreck, Jeno is kinda extreme for games like this. Wrong choice, y/n. You gulp as you wait for Jeno to come up with something.

“I dare you to kiss Xiaojun!” Jeno exclaims, clapping both of his hands like a goddamn happy seal. Mark and Hendery are high-fiving right now, throwing whistles around Xiaojun, who is silent as a fucking rock.

Oh god. Things you’ve said about not putting your drunk antics to waste should’ve stayed in that goddamn draft. This is where Jeno takes you, even though you’re secretly happy that you finally get to kiss your goddamn crush, that shit is EMBARRASSING. If you wanna evaporate to the waters, then it’s probably the right time to do it.

But why Xiaojun though? Is your big fat crush on him too obvious?

You freeze on the spot as you awkwardly smile and stare at Jeno. This shit can’t be real. Jeno is goddamn crazy. You can feel the air is getting hot, whether it’s because the alcohol starts kicking in, or just because the blood is rushing through your head.

“Scared, aren’t you?” Jeno taunts you, sipping his beer as the rest of the group laugh except you and Xiaojun, who is currently staring at you with a questionable expression. Is he pleased? Or is he pissed? Oh god.

“I-I’m not!” you answer him, leaning to Xiaojun, gulping once more before asking him, “You’re okay with this though?”

Xiaojun smirks, “How can I say no to you?” he asks back, accompanied by a few ‘ayyy~’ from the boys, sending butterflies to your stomach. Your face is probably as red as a tomato by now.

Good god. Is this the same Xiaojun who is quiet, calm, and collected among his friends? Why suddenly he is so bold? Oh, he’s probably just drunk and won’t remember this kiss anyway.. You lean closer to him, closing the gap between his face and yours by sealing the kiss. His lips are soft yet firm, almost like a grape jelly you had earlier this afternoon, with a hint of vodka, of course.

After a few seconds, you finally pull out and linger your eyes on him. It’s beautiful, and mesmerizing. You just wish that you can see it again, and only for you, no one else. As you get back to your seat, you take one more last glance at him, that is currently also glancing at you, with his cheeks red.

Okay. You definitely heard the wedding bells, thanks Jeno. That’s probably one of your dreams, and thanks to Jeno, it came true. But unfortunately, Xiaojun probably won’t feel the same, or worse, he’ll probably forget about it tomorrow.

Everyone claps, exchanging happy exclaims and cheers as if you just said ‘I do’ to Xiaojun lol, when in reality, you were just doing the dare Jeno gave you. You gulp bitterly as the game goes on and on.

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It’s an hour past midnight, 1.12 AM to be exact. Thank god you’re not that shitfaced, but Yeri is. She is not even capable of doing anything anymore except being all smiley and shit, Changbin already drove her home like fifteen minutes ago, leaving you behind in Lucas’ lair. You suddenly felt the urge to thank god that Yeri made a fantastic decision last minute before picking you up, she used a taxi instead of driving. If she hadn’t, you’re probably stuck driving her home right now.

You scan through the house while leaning through the stair railings, looking for an easy target to get a free ride. Finally spotted your friends, you now have 3 choices : Donghyuck (who is currently seducing some random girl), Yangyang (who is now playing mobile games with Jaemin and Chenle), or Mark (who recently just hit a goddamn blunt, but he’s very capable to drive).

You sip your glass of water, making up your mind for your ride home. But then, suddenly someone taps on your shoulder.

“Do you wanna go home? Like, right now? I can drive you- I mean, our house is like, near.” you hear Xiaojun speaking to you, holding his car keys on his left hand.

Good gracious, is this even real? Like, Xiaojun, is actually asking you to go home with him? Is this real? Or are you just hallucinating from the goddamn weed you take 10 minutes ago from Lucas?

You stare at him blankly. He bit his lip, “I mean- If you wanna stay longer- or probably-”

“Yes, of course! Let’s go.” you smile at him, cutting off his words.

3 times in a day. Good job, Y/n! The wedding is up ahead!

He smiles and gives you a gesture, “Ladies first.”

-

The drive is not as awkward as you thought. Turns out, Xiaojun is full of surprise though, you nearly choked when he said he once formally apologized to Doyoung before he stood up to defend the dignity of Mint Chocolate Chip flavored ice cream. It’s delightful to find out that he has similar tastes as you, from ice cream flavor to music and school subjects.

Xiaojun also told you the reason why he was on the run earlier, he was bored. Damn, look at it, the difference between a forced daughter whose mum wants an active child, and a bored model-student. He said he didn’t expect to see you because he was embarrassed, he was drenched in sweat.

You can feel the butterflies on your stomach grow wilder and wilder from every word he said, or maybe it’s just the way he smiles when he talks to you? Welp, if it’s anything to do with Xiaojun, you’ll most likely get butterflies.

Just when you thought he was drunk, he is not. He’s capable of driving you home and carrying on some fun convos, also remembering little things. So.. perhaps, he is not going to forget the kiss you shared because of Jeno’s dare?

As you keep on exchanging conversation with him, suddenly it’s time to get off his car and get back to your house, get ready to deal with Doyoung’s nags and scolds for getting home this late.

You giggle as you take the seat belt off, smiling at the brown haired boy.

“Thank you for driving me home, Xiaojun. It was fun.” you say to him, waving him goodbye as you open the door. He smiles and waves back at you.

Just when you’re about to open the gate of your house, you hear the sound of slamming car doors. You turn around and see Xiaojun standing in front of you, eyes sparkling like a goddamn star. Unfortunately, it’s not Christmas.. If it is, all you want for Christmas is to stare at Xiaojun’s beautiful eyes all day, and probably get married to him.

“Um.. Y/n.. I don’t know how to say this but.. The kiss you gave me earlier, it’s kinda..” he starts, smiling sheepishly.

Oh god, what now? It’s kinda what? Gross? You swear you’ll kill Jeno if you hear that from Xiaojun.

You gaze at him as you wait for him to complete his sentences.

“It’s kinda.. Making me feel.. Things.” he finally continues, rubbing the back of his neck while looking away from you, flustered. It’s pretty cute.

You giggle at him a little, the butterflies come back, or maybe they never even left?

“Don’t laugh, Y/n. I’m being honest, I was pretty embarrassed to run into you during sheltering, and now you’re laughing at me for-”

You let out a big laugh before you pull him to another kiss. This one is a bit longer, more passionate and intimate, unlike the one you had before. He cups your cheek as you feel him smiling during the kiss.

“I’m sorry if I invaded your privacy- but your fast typing was very.. Intriguing.. I might’ve seen you texting Yeri at the bus stop.” he giggles after you pull out from the kiss.

Yikes. You feel like you’re about to burst now. He saw you texting Yeri? What kind of clownery is this? Did he see you typing- oh god, that’s too embarrassing to remember.

“No! That’s too embarrassing!” you cover your face, he laughs once more.

“Now, which church are we going to? I’m pretty sure you said we’re getting married tonight, right?” he takes your hands off your face, grinning widely.

You pout and lightly hit him, only to be attacked by his hugs a second later. Aww, finally, dreams do come true. You stay on his embrace for a few more minutes, no talking, just comfortable silence and realization that you’re on Xiaojun’s arms right now.

You glance at your watch, Doyoung would be furious by now. Telling him that you really have to go before Doyoung can rise from his sleep and beat your ass, you finally wave goodbye to him as he gets back to his car.

Finally entering the house, you’re greeted by Doyoung who’s standing in front of you, holding a bowl of salad on his right hand.

“So, kissing Xiaojun in front of my salad?” he raises his eyebrow.

You stick out your tongue as you make your way upstairs. Technically, not in front of Doyoung’s salad, because the door was closed. He’s probably looking through the window, such a nosy brother. You laugh at the thought of Doyoung getting furious while eating his salad as you get a message.

Xiaojun : so, see you at school? Xiaojun : can’t wait to hold your hand on monday ;)

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[samcrobae]

Nanny, Part 3

Gif Credit: @angels-reyes

Another long one babies, but stay with me! The good stuff is comin! 😈 if I missed you in my tags please message me and let ya girl know. ❤️

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After you all came back from the beach Letty stopped you in the kitchen. “Hey Y/N, what are you doing today?”

You were currently making a snack for Natalie who was patiently playing on the floor literally at your side. “I guess just hang out here, I mean whatever everyone else wants to do is fine with me.”

“Lame, hey wanna go shopping? There’s a mall not that from here I already googled it.” She picked up her phone and shows you the screen.

“Okay sure, let me just let Angel know I’m taking Natalie. One sec.” you walk over to the living room where Angel was sat and place an arm on his shoulder and he instinctively brings his hand up to rest on yours. “Hey Letty and I were going to head to the mall, do some shopping so I’m taking Natalie with.”

He lays his head back on the couch and looks up at you, “Nah leave her with me. You’re not on the clock querida, have fun.”

You and Letty grab your things and head out. EZ was in the living room with Angel coloring with Natalie and she was force feeding him some of her snacks. Just then EZ’s phone went off and it was a text from Letty.

“Ok go! Our plan starts now.”

“So what’s going on with you and Y/N?”

Angel looked confused, “what do you mean? I don’t know man you’re the one who told me to bring her here.”

EZ rolled his eyes, “yeah but I mean, are you gonna ask her out? Apparently she’s been talking about it with Letty non stop. She’s been all like when is angel finally gonna ask me out? Angels so cute blah blah and we all know you have a thing for her. We saw you in the water today.”

Angel cocked an eyebrow in his brothers direction. “Yo can you stop eating my kids food? You guys didn’t see shit today in the water. We were all in the water messing around..... she said that? She really wants me to ask her out? Like on a date or some shit?”

EZ nodded his head “yeah I mean not some shit but a date. You know she’s lowkey she won’t say anything about it especially not to you. I say go for it. She’s a good girl Angel.”

“Man shut up..” angel leaned back against the couch and thought for a while before finally speaking up again “hey you think you could keep an eye on Natalie tonight?”

“Yeah of course” just then EZ pulled his phone out and sent a text to Letty.

“Alright he’s in. I’m pretty sure he’s going to ask her out tonight. Also we have to baby sit Natalie. It’s all you now. Don’t mess it up.”

Smiling at her phone Letty looked up at the outfit you had on. “Daaaaaamn girl! Yes! You need to get that. Like now. Wait til Angel sees you in this, he’s going to lose his shit!”

You snapped your head back so fast “wait Angel? Why would Angel care?”

“Oh come on, the man is basically swooning over you. It’s kinda nauseating. We all see how he looks at you and all he talks about with Coco is how he so badly wishes you’d give him a chance, how he wants to ask you out but you’d never want to go out with a guy like him.”

You furrowed your brows and smoothed your outfit over your curves while looking in the mirror. “He really said that? That’s not true. Angel’s amazing. He’s so kind, gentle, smart, he’s such a good dad and he’s so funny.” Your mind trailed off to all of the other things you wanted to say .. how he was so sexy, how he gave you butterflies just at the mention of your name, how delicious his lips looked, how intoxicating his scent was. How all you wanted to do was grip his biceps while you grind your hips into him..

“Helllooooo.... are you even listening to me?” Letty snaps her fingers in your face.

“Sorry what?”

“You need the outfit. Get it!”

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“Damn what you guys do buy the whole mall?” Coco notices the many bags in your hands as you head inside.

“A little retail therapy never hurt no one coco” you said as you winked at him. Heading into your room to put your things down, you heard a knock at the door and was surprised to see Angel on the other end.

“Oh hey, what’s up? Everything okay?” You studied Angels face and suddenly your heart began to ache at the thought of Angel thinking he wasn’t enough.

“Yeah, you wanna get something to eat? I never really thanked you for coming over in the middle of the night the other day.”

“Oh, Angel you don’t have to-”

“Nah come on, I already asked EZ to watch Natalie for a bit, I saw this Italian place on the way here. Be ready by 7.” He walked away quickly leaving you no room to protest.

7 came quick. You did a once over in the mirror and tussled your hair before feeling satisfied and walked out into the living room. Coco and Angel were in conversation when Coco looked in your direction, eyes wide, slapping Angel on the chest. Angel glanced up and did a double take before swallowing hard. “Fuck meeeee” he whispered. The outfit you bought earlier today was turning heads in every direction.

“Ready?” You ask Angel who looks absolutely flustered.

“Yeah yeah, let’s go.” As you turn to walk away Cocos eyes travel to your ass. Angel notices and delivers a quick jab to his stomach “stop asshole.”

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Dinner was amazing, the place was a little upscale so you were glad you were dressed appropriately. You couldn’t help but notice the prices next to everything and kicked yourself for letting him take You here and not somewhere more laid back.

“So..... ice cream?” Angel asked as you both got up to leave the restaurant. You smiled that warm smile, the one that made him feel like putty in your hands “ugh yes! Ice cream!”

You found an ice cream spot along the beach front and decided to go with a banana split to share.

Angel looked at you for a few seconds before finally breaking the silence, “So, what about you?”

You look over at him “me? What about me?”

“You want kids one day?”

“Oh, yeah. I want a bunch of em,” you chuckle before continuing on, “like 3, maybe 4. I grew up with a small family. Parents were shit and I have a sister but uhhhh.. we were never really close. So I want my kids to have the best parents and have each other when I’m gone. Make those memories you know? What about you? Do you want to have anymore some day?”

Angel took a bite of the banana split before passing you the bowl. “I don’t know. I never really thought about it. My life is fucked up and crazy as it is.. and it’s just me and Natalie. If I ever find someone crazy and fucked up as me, then maybe.”

You looked down at the sand and asked the question you had been wanting to ask for 4 long months, “so, your ex, Natalie’s mom, what happened?”

“Shit I don’t know. We were engaged, then pregnant, then we had Natalie and it all just fell apart. I started working a lot and she spent a lot of time with pop and the baby, and one day she just left and never came back. Left me. Left our kid. I haven’t heard from her since. Man and I didn’t know what I was doing it was all fucked up. I still can’t even take care of my kid without someone’s help. Sad huh?”

You put the now empty bowl of ice cream on the sand and placed your hand over Angels. “Nope. Not at all. For what it’s with Angel, I think you’re an incredible dad who loves his baby. And I think you were dealt a shitty hand and you’re doing the best you can. And that’s all Natalie will care about.”

Angel took your hand in his, “thank you for everything you do Y/N. Natalie loves you. And I’m glad she has you around. I’m so relieved that you told Letty you been wanting me to ask you out. Shit it’s like a weight was lifted!”

You let out a laugh before realizing what he said “wait, she said that I’ve been wanting you to ask me out? I never told her that... as a matter of fact she said you wanted to ask me out.."

“What? I didn’t say that yeah me and EZ were talking when you went to the mall and —-"

“Those assholes... they set us up.” You let out another laugh and Angel laughs with you. “I don’t know what’s funnier, the fact that we let them set us up or the fact that I’ve never heard you swear until tonight."

You threw your head back in laughter “oh I swear all the time!”

“Well, I guess we should be getting back. I don’t know how much longer I trust Natalie in a house full of those pushovers. She’ll be running it when we get there.” He stood up and lent you his hand to help you up. You began walking back but he still had a hold on your hand.

“Are you coming?” You ask as you turn to face him.

“Yeah, it’s just... you look... incredible mi dulce.. I mean not just today, all the time , but right now? God damn. I just needed you to know how amazing you look. And I’m trying to be respectful and shit but it’s getting hard the more I look at you.”

He walks closer to you and you can feel your heart beat pick up and your cheeks flush. His hands find their way to your hips and you look up at him, there’s a gleam in his eyes that you’ve never seen before, hungry, dark, filled with lust.

His face is so close to yours you can feel his breath on your lips, and you instinctively lick your own. “And all I wanna do right now is kiss you because I been wanting to do that for a while now and it’s driving me fuckin crazy.

“Angel..” your voice barely a whisper and he gently kisses you. You felt like your body was going to explode at just his kiss. Like in the movies where time stops and it’s just the two of you. How cliche were you?

Your hands resting on his forearms as he pulls you flush against him and traces your lips with his tongue. You let him in and the kiss becomes more desperate, but still gentle, and you don’t know how long you were standing there before he broke it to look at you again, resting his forehead against yours.

“Let’s get back.”

You felt dizzy and flustered and turned on and your butterflies in your stomach were on overdrive. You’ve never seen this side of Angel before and it was the best thing you have experienced. He held your hand the whole drive home and when you got back he stopped you at the front door.

“Oh my god they’re back!! EZ they’re here!” Letty whispered. They watched the two of you from the front windows like little kids on Christmas morning.

“I need more.” He pulled you in by his waist again and you let out a small laugh before meeting his lips again. He moved his kisses down your cheek, your jaw, chin, and neck and then guided you to the wall at the front porch. You were backed against the wall and his lips found yours again.

EZ covered Lettys eyes and she scoffed before slapping his hand down. “Holy shit! They’re into each other i fuckin knew it!” She said.

“Shit move they’re coming back in.” EZ dropped down on the couch pretended to be interested in whatever show was on tv.

“So, you guys have fun?” He asked as you and Angel made your way inside.

You greeted him with a smirk, “yeah it was nothin special.” And winked in Angels direction. “I’m going to bed, goodnight guys.” And you headed into your room.

You closed the door and leaned against it when you were in your room. You let out a long sigh and closed your eyes with a smile on your face. What the fuck was happening? Did that really just happen? You really kissed Angel? You were on cloud 9. You removed your makeup and changed into your pajamas and got into bed. Laying there, looking up at the ceiling, it was right then you realized that YOU were in trouble.

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[starkeristheendgame]

yk what tony needs? some good cock worship. if anyone deserves it it’s tony and we all know peter would do anything for his daddy

So you probably didn't mean this as a prompt but my lizard brain sort of glued itself to cock worship and I kinda ran with it.

TW: Daddy kink | Breathplay if you squint.

Peter had many things he adored about Tony. An almost endless list, in fact. There was very little he disliked, aside from Tony's blatant lack of self care, love and respect.

If asked, he'd wax poetic about Tony's selfless heroism, the way he laughed and the way he looked in a tux. His frighteningly intelligent mind and his sassy jokes.

But they were all, to some extent, a lie.

Or at the least, a half-truth.

No. Peter's true favourite thing about Tony - not to sound shallow - was his cock.

When Tony's sex tapes were leaked; Peter nearly wanked himself into exhaustion. Took the day off sick to stare slack-jawed and drooling at the shaky videos. Not even the shame of finding out they weren't consensually recorded wasn't enough to drive him to delete them.

And meeting the man in person, well. Seeing the way that cock stretched his slacks, the slight jut in thr armour to encompass its mass comfortably...

Even Captain America had resorted to the odd polite cough to bring Peter's eyes back up to an appropriate level.

The first time Peter had actually gotten up close and personal with it, he'd cried. Literally. Genuine tears had streamed down his cheeks. Tony had been horrified.

Of course, the horror had quickly vanished when Peter had forced himself down on it, inch by underprepared inch, too eager to wait any longer. Too desperate to get a feel of it.

It was a need that had never waned. Not even five months later, when they had tentatively and unspokenly gone from just sexual to something a little more... More.

"Je-esus, kid! Take a breath," Tony hissed above him, practically curling over Peter's head as the boy hollowed his cheeks, putting a Dyson to shame.

"You are literally-" Peter let his teeth skim the smooth, slick tip. "-The only person who'd complain during a blowjob."

He punctuated it by letting his tongue press firmly into the leaking slit, tasting the pre-cum there.

"I can, when you won't let me cum," Tony grumbled back, relaxing against the headboard, threading his fingers through Peter's hair tenderly.

Peter supposed he had a point. Tony had been on the edge of cumming earlier, hips shoving his cock deep into Peter's throat, right up until Peter had pinned them down, let the suction drop, wrapped his fingers tight around Tony's base.

Peter couldn't help it. He wasn't ready for it to be over. Wanted Tony's cock in his mouth for hours to follow. Wanted it choking him until Tony was desperate to cum, until he took matters into his own hands.

He licked a fat, wet stripe up the side, then the underside; the other side, laving the hard, hot skin like a cold ice-cream on a hot day. Kitten-licked his way up to the tip and sealed his lips over it, sucked hard until his throat ached with it.

"Peter - Peter, fuck. Fuck. That's it, baby," Tony groaned, using the handful of hair he held in a tight fist to try and pull Peter down. Peter braced himself on his elbows, resisted.

He wasn't ready to let Tony cum. Not yet.

The night had started off slow, lazy. Peter had kissed and licked his way down Tony's stomach, had spent almost twenty minutes simply mouthing at Tony's cock through his jeans.

Had crawled his way up Tony's body, ground against him in slow, circular rocks until Tony's grip went tighter, until he tried to fuck up against Peter's ass.

And that had landed them here. With Tony so hard his cock was red, verging on purple, so strung out and high on the dragged out pleasure he was rosy cheeked and glossy eyed, chest heaving as he panted.

He suckled his way back down the underside, to the sensitive dip where cock base became balls, suckled here as he used his thumb to abuse the slit, felt Tony writhing beneath him. Coiled like a spring.

"God, that mouth. That fucking mouth. Daddy can't look at it without thinking about those pretty little lips all stretched around his cock," Tony breathed, and Peter whined even though he saw through the attempt to get him to sweeten up.

Relatiating, Peter steadied himself and sunk down on Tony's cock, felt the thick stretch of it forcing his throat open, cutting off his air. Suckled and gurgled around Tony's dick as his breath became short and Tony's hips bucked in aborted little jumps.

"You're gonna kill me," Tony whined above him, eyes round and revered as he watched Peter's cheeks go ruddy. The boy hadn't even had his cock touched in an hour, but he looked as wrecked as Tony felt.

Peter truly seemed to intend on sending him to an early grave, because some gentle bullying found Tony standing by the edge of the bed, watching in rapt wonder as Peter's throat bulged around his cock.

"Daddy's little slut," he cooed affectionately, went to pull out when Peter's body begun to convulse slightly. But hands found his asscheeks, gripped the meat hard and pinned him in place as Peter squirmed.

"Shit, baby. Baby, let me go. You gotta breathe. You ca-an't," Tony's words broke as Peter choked around him, swallowed, finally let him go as the boy gasped for air, hanging off the edge of the bed.

Peter didn't really give either of them time to recover, drooling as he painted for breath, wrestling Tony back down onto the bed and diving straight back onto his cock with sloppy, loose sucks, more a wet space for Tony to thrust up into.

"You'd swear my cock was a drug and you're an addict," Tony huffed, gripping Peter's jaw to pull him off, fingers flexing at the pathetic whine Peter let loose at being denied.

"Can't help it," the boy drawled in response, wrapping both hands around Tony's cock and pumping him in slow, twisting strokes.

"It's so perfect. So big. It's yours." Fought his way back down to suck the tip like it was oxygen.

Tony could have cum. With his cock twitching a drooling pre-cum over Peter's tongue, with his hands in the boys hair and pleasure now a raging inferno in his gut.

He was denied.

"Baby. Please. Daddy's begging you," Tony whimpered, voice rough as Peter kept him teetering on the edge, grip flexing and tongue curling around his cock, breath hot over Tony's hip.

"Mm," Peter mumbled around him, vibrations making Tony's whole body seize. He felt like a live wire, electric and ready to explode, fingers twisting harshly in Peter's dark curls. Peter swallowed him down again, not choking himself but constricting his throat around Tony's cock, tongue pressed flat and warm, an extra friction on each thrust.

Tony could feel it. Building. Raging. Consuming. Tried desperately not to show it in case Peter stole it from him for a third time, bit his lip and let his head fall back as he rocked up in the slick embrace of Peter's throat.

Peter must've known, though, because as Tony cried out and buried himself down Peter's throat, the boy swallowed him easily, cheeks hollowed and eyes closed, squeezed Tony tight as cum flooded the back of his throat.

He was sloppy and sticky when he pulled out, slapped his cock a few times against Peter's swollen, plum-shade lips with a lazy, worn out smile. "Daddy's perfect little boy," Tony praised, cupped Peter's cheek.

He let out a rough sound when Peter's tongue licked up his cock, oversensitive and done for, but the boy was only cleaning up, licking and suckling gently until Tony was cleaner and softening against his jaw.

"You suck dick like you'll die if you dont," Tony mused, hauling Peter up, over his body to snuggle, the press of the boy's hard cock digging into his hip, though Peter seemed content just to curl against him.

"A dick like that deserved worship," Peter rasped, looking up at him with a dopey grin.

And worship Peter did. Every blowjob was like a prayer, leaving Tony almost too far gone to bury himself in the boy's ass. Sucking him down until he was glazing over from oxygen loss; until the ache of his jaw was visible in the way he ground his teeth.

But Tony had never felt more loved or more worshipped than when he was two hours into needing to cum, helpless beneath his boy as Peter licked and sucked.

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[strangest-hour]

Gallowdance (Steve x Reader)

Chapter One: Hang the DJ

Synopsis: You and Steve had bonded over the trauma you two had endured during the Summer of ‘86 at Starcourt. Mere months later, everyone else had gone back to normal. However, you had a hunch that everything wasn’t quite as normal as it seemed. It was up to you and Steve to conquer whatever sinister evil was at play this time.

Word Count: 3,077

Warnings: swearing, alcohol, mentions of blood, gore, mentions of pizza

*Author’s Note* If you’re a Billy stan, I would highly suggest reading something else. He’s a serious asshole in this, so don’t say I didn’t warn you.

 The party was in full swing. You stood on the sidelines as you watched the crowd of sweaty bodies gyrating to ear splitting party music. Everyone else seemed to be having a good time, but you just wanted to go home. It was hard to enjoy yourself when you just felt so stiff. Even with the ungodly amount of alcohol polluting your bloodstream. You should’ve been as loose and happy as ever, ready to drag yourself onto the dance floor. But your mind held yourself back. It was difficult to act like everything was normal and to just let yourself go wild.

“Just act normal.” 

Steve had said,

“Act like nothing happened here and that everything is fine.”

Which is what you were doing. Just acting normal. Doing your normal thing. Going out late, hanging with friends, going out to parties. That was what you did. But that’s not what you do now. You now lived in a state of constant fear. All you could do was follow Steve’s advice and hope that one day, things would go back to feeling normal. God, how you yearned for normalcy again.

“Hey, wanna come play this round of beer pong with me?”

The sound of Tina’s voice snapped you back into the present. How long were you zoned out for?

“Oh, no thanks. I’m already pretty trashed. I think I might go home. I don’t feel so good”

It wasn’t a complete lie. You were pretty over trying to pretend. At least for the night. The room was spinning and you just wanted to get the fuck out of there.

Tina pouted her lip in disappointment at your answer.

“Pretty please? Tommy and Carol are kicking my ass out there. Quincy passed out, so I need a new partner.”

Ugh, you really didn’t want to. And you had a sneaking suspicion that she wasn’t going to give you much of a choice.

“I’ll let you borrow my new Blondie tape for a week?”

Dammit.

“Fine.”

*******

Suffice to say, you kicked Carol and Tommy’s ass at beer pong. You and Tina always did make a dynamite team. Tommy was being a sore loser about the whole debacle, drunkenly slurring about how the game was somehow rigged. All you could do was chuckle at the notion as you left the table. 

If you weren’t drunk before, you sure as hell were drunk now.

It was a challenge battling your way back through the mob of hammered people, trying to get to the other side. You could feel bile rising to the back of your throat as you quickly rushed outside to empty the contents of your stomach onto Tina’s lawn. It was going to rain tomorrow. Hopefully, mother nature was kind enough to clean it off the lawn for you.

You stumbled back inside to get your jacket and noticed that Cheryl’s jacket was gone. She was your ride home.

Shit.

By some miracle, you were able to find Tina again and ask her where the hell Cheryl was.

“She asked you if you still needed a ride home during beer pong, and you said no. Don’t you remember?”

You vaguely remember her coming up to you, asking you about something during beer pong. But you were too focused on the game to pay attention to what Cheryl was saying. And that was almost an hour ago. Cheryl was definitely long gone by now.

The only other option was to walk home. As everyone else there was either too drunk, or too unconscious.

You slipped on your jacket and slid your purse on your arm, heading out the door.

The cool breeze of the fall air brushed across your face as you trudged through the lawn. Being extra careful not to step on your pile of bile on the lawn. Or anyone else’s for that matter.

It was only a couple blocks home, but god did you hate walking home by yourself. You had done it many times before when you were too wasted to drive yourself home, and hated it every single time.

This time felt different, though. Maybe witnessing the world quite literally almost ending before your eyes had something to do with it. Demogorgons, mindflayers, and who knows what the hell else was out there. Well, they were supposedly all taken care of. You just couldn’t shake the feeling that something else sinister was going on right under your nose. There was no real justification for your theory. It was probably just the trauma that was keeping you on edge.

You heard the roar of an engine pulling up beside you.

“Hey there, dollface. Need a ride?”

Speaking of sinister things. 

“No thanks, I’m fine.” You said, not even looking in his direction.

“Oh, come on. It’s cold as hell outside. I won’t bite.”

“Billy, I said no thank you.” You stated sternly.

You despised the guy. Why wouldn’t he just leave you alone?

“You live just down the road from me, so it’s not even out of the way. Just hop in.”

You just ignored him as you continued walking down the sidewalk, his car slowly following you as he was obnoxiously pleading for you to get in.

“I could just drive right alongside you the whole way home. Make sure you’re safe and all.”

All he needed was a windowless van and the promise of candy to finish off his incessant bothering for you to get in his car.

“Fuck off, man! I’m just fine all by myself. I don’t need your help.”

Something in your gut made you uneasy about his offer. Or rather him being so adamant about you getting in his car. You felt more uncomfortable than usual around him.

“Whatever.” He spat out as he zoomed off.

A breath of relief left your lips as he left your sight. You weren’t sure, but there was definitely something telling you that being near him was a very bad idea. Maybe it was the alcohol giving you false signals. 

More than likely, it was because of the events that unfolded mere months ago. At Starcourt, you literally saw the mindflayer rip a hole in his chest. He should’ve been dead. Somehow, he emerged through the woods a few weeks later, and he was just peachy keene. Apart from some cuts and bruises.

His family had held a god damn memorial for him. Figuring his body had burned with the rest of Starcourt. When he came back, he was unofficially proclaimed zombie boy number 2: electric boogaloo. You didn’t feel that he even deserved that title. Will had been through hell and back. Had been missing for weeks, stuck in the upside down. Left to fend for himself before he even hit puberty to earn his title. That’s not even counting the PTSD that was going to follow him for the rest of his life.

Billy just had dumb luck. Fortunate enough to not have any major arteries shredded.

You and the party had tried every test possible to ensure he wasn’t flayed again, or somehow a demogorgon in disguise. The tests checked out, and he was fine. That still didn’t excuse the fact that he should have been dead. He could explain his injuries away until he was blue in the face. That didn’t change the fact that you knew what you saw.

Thinking about all that shit was the last thing you needed running through your mind while you were walking home alone. At the end of the street, you hung a left and took a shortcut through a grassy field. Admittedly, you hadn’t gone this way many times, so you were a little fuzzy on where you were going. Especially since you still had a decent amount of booze in your system. 

After navigating yourself around a little bit, you emerged on the other side of the field. Ending up at the abandoned warehouse.

You trekked around the warehouse to get to the other side. It felt like miles getting around the damn thing. When you finally got to the other side of it, you wished you hadn’t.

“Hey there.” Billy said as he leaned up against his car with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. 

Had he been following you?

You were planning on simply walking right past him, ignoring him completely. Though upon getting closer to him, you noticed a smear of blood on his chest.

“What happened to you?” You said, pointing to his chest.

He shrugged “Oh, this? Eh, I just killed someone earlier. Didn’t quite get all cleaned up.”

You rolled your eyes. Though something about his joke didn’t sit right with you.

He shook his head “I’m not kidding.”

“Oh, ha-ha. Very funny.”

His words sent a chill down your spine, and your heart started beating rapidly.

You could tell by his cold gaze that he was dead serious.

You turned around, and immediately started running. All you could do was run. You ran until you felt like your lungs were ready to explode. His admission had you almost completely sobered up in an instant, having you dart away like a track star.

Suddenly, there was an exploding pain that radiated from the back of your skull. Slowly but surely, your vision became flooded with darkness as you began to drift into unconsciousness.

******

Your eyelids started to flutter as you began to regain consciousness. Wherever you were, it had a piercing brightness above you, making it hard for you to open your eyes.

If you hadn’t known any better, you would’ve suspected that you had died. The dull pain encompassing your body told you otherwise.

God, how your body ached. It felt like you had been put through a damn blender.

As you began to slowly open your eyes, you recognized your surroundings. You were in a hospital.

Steve turned around and his eyes met yours.

“Hey!” He shouted out to the nurse in the hall “She’s up! Get someone in here!”

He then turned his attention back to you.

“Hey, how are you?”

He was incredibly grateful to see you awake after worrying about you for hours.

“Uh, I don’t know.” You admitted. “I feel like I just got hit by a damn bus.”

You tried to sit up in the bed, and it hurt. Everything hurt. Your body screamed in pain any way you moved.

“What happened, y/n?” Steve inquired, worried as hell. “Did someone try to mug you?”

You shook your head “N-no. I mean, I don’t think so?”

To be honest, you were still a little fuzzy. Still coming to as you tried to shake off the last bit of grogginess that lingered in your body. You felt a sharp tear in your neck as you almost doubled over in staggering pain.

“Fucking hell!” You yelled out as you brought your hand to your neck. You felt mangled flesh against your palm. The sensation had you pull your hand away. Upon further inspection, you noted your palm was smeared with blood.

“Steve. Oh my god, Steve. What happened to me?” You were scared. Too afraid to even lift up your hospital blanket to see how bad the rest of your body was.

“Well, the Doctor said that you had a pretty serious gash on your neck. Bad enough that they gave you a few stitches. You also got busted up pretty bad on the back of your head. The rest of your body is just cuts and bruises.” He peeked out the door and then turned back to you as he lowered his voice “Oh, and if anyone asks, I’m your brother. That’s the only way I was able to even find that stuff out. Had to make sure you were okay and all.”

Your fingers trailed to the back of your head to feel how bad the injury actually was. A light press to the top of your skull was all it took for your head to explode in pain.

The familiar sensation had memories rushing back to you as you remembered bits and pieces from last night. At least, the last thing you saw before you felt that familiar pain. Or rather who you saw.

“Steve. Who found me?”

“There was some lady who found you this morning trying to find her dog. Stumbled across you and thought you were a mannequin. When she found out it was a body, she called the police. Thought you were dead.”

He sat on the edge of the bed, gently squeezing your knee.

“You-” He choked up a little “You almost were. Your body was almost completely drained of blood.”

What? 

“Steve, we need to get out of here. Now.”

His admission had shaken to your core. There was something in your heart that was desperately telling you that this wasn’t just some freak thing that happened. Darkness loomed over you after Starcourt. Following you wherever you went. You goddamn knew that everything wasn’t fixed and wrapped up in a neat little bow like everyone else had probably thought. You could feel it in your bones. You just needed to find a way to prove that you were right about all of this.

“Steve, I-”

A doctor came in and interrupted you.

“Hey there, y/n. How are we feeling today?”

You shrugged “I’ve definitely seen better days, Doc.” You took your lower lip into your mouth, debating in your mind what you should do.

“Can I leave?”

Your question took the Doctor by surprise.

“Well, I’m not so sure about that. We were having issues with some of our equipment earlier and weren’t able to get a clear read on all of your vitals.”

He cleared his throat.

“We can’t legally keep you here against your will. But, I would strongly advise you against leaving-”

“Then I want to leave.” You hated that you probably sounded rude, but you just needed to get the hell out of here. There were bigger things to worry about.

He sighed at your response. “Alright, then. Give me just a few moments, and I’ll write up your paperwork.”

The minute he exited the room, Steve glanced over at you.

“Are you sure you’re well enough to leave?”

“No. But I know I’m going to need to leave anyways. Some tylenol and hot coffee should get me back to better in no-time.” You said as you swung your legs to the side of the bed. Trying not to wince in pain at your injuries.

He was irritated at your total lack of care for yourself at that moment. But, he knew that all the begging in the world wouldn’t get you to stay in the hospital. You were stubborn like that. 

A few moments later, the doctor arrived with your paperwork.

“Here are your discharge papers. And I also wrote you a prescription for tramadol, for the pain. You should follow up with your primary care physician in 5 days.”

You took the papers. “Thank you.”

As soon as the doctor exited the room, you got up out of bed.

“Alright. Let's roll.”

******

When you finally got back to Steve’s house, you both plopped down on the couch. It felt nice to be at his home again.

He had been kind enough to help you work through your trauma after what happened at Starcourt. He would invite you over for pizza. The two of you would pop in whatever rental he was able to swipe from the video store, and you both would shoot the shit for hours. It was so nice to feel like things were normal. Even if it was just for a little bit.

The two of you became incredibly close. Before all that crazy shit happened, you and Steve hardly even talked to one another. Maybe it was just trauma bonding bringing you together. Either way, you were grateful to become his friend. There was even one night you were feeling particularly upset, so he made you your favorite treat to cheer you up. Vanilla milkshake. No whipped cream, extra cherries.

Now, here you were again. Those good times felt like a distant memory, now. Felt like you were back at square one with your progress. Only this time instead of dealing with otherworldly creatures trying to take over the world, it was a person. Who tried to murder you specifically. All the milkshakes in the world couldn’t help with that.

“So…” He trailed off as he fidgeted with his thumbs. Normally, he wouldn’t force you to talk about anything you didn’t want to talk about.

“Steve, it’s okay.” You reassured him. “I knew I was going to have to talk to you about this. That’s why I wanted to get the hell out of the hospital.” You sighed, not looking forward to recounting your traumatic events. “So, it all started at Tina’s party...”

You spent the next few minutes explaining everything. Making extra sure to not leave out the part where Billy admitted to literally killing a person.

His jaw hung open at what you were saying. He heard your words as clear as day, he just couldn’t believe it.

“I- So… you- I mean...” He ran his fingers through his hair. You had quite literally rendered him speechless.

He shook his head, trying to gather his words. “So, he tried to kill you, and he killed someone else? We should go to the police. He doesn’t sound like some ‘creature’, he sounds like a fucking murderer. ”

You shook your head. “No, Steve. You don’t understand. He walked and talked like him. But it just… wasn’t him. And when I ran away, he didn’t run immediately. It was like he just wanted to watch me run. Like he got some sick thrill from seeing me being scared. But then he caught up to me almost instantly. It was like he had some superhuman running power or something. ”

He shook his head, not sure about what to say.

“Look, if he turns out just to be some murderous psychopath, then we can go to the police, and i’ll tell them everything. Promise.” You scooted closer to him, resting your hand on his shoulder. “But I can’t do that until I’m positive that the bastard is just a human, and not some creature of the night. Steve, you’re going to have to trust me. Please.”

He took a long pause. Thinking about what he was getting himself into.

“Fine.”

#steve x reader #steve harrington #st #stranger things #fanfiction #steve fic

[zuffer-weird-girl]

I got a problem...I just watched the bnha episode that had Kai in it and now I love pretty crow man even more...So I was wondering, how would Overhaul react to a really understand and all around nice s/o who is super shy, but secretly is a badass. It might be kinda funny cause she could just walk up to enemies and they never think anything of her until they try to attack kai or something and she is quickly able to disarm them.

I just have a little tiny heartattack evertime he appears (also mimic's voice, dear god, I couldn't stop laughing when he said "PUNK")

Overhaul/ Chisaki Kai x reader

It was just a simple walk on the city, a simple, calm walk with you on the streets of the city of Tokyo... He was becoming so stressed with the experiments and all of his work on the yakusa that he was at the point of what you called "exaustation".

"So there's a group of rats that wants- Overhaul?" Hari stopped on his rambling just to see his boss staring numbingly at the front door. He called but no response.

"Overhaul?" He tried once again waving his hand at the front of the young leader's face just to all of the sudden his head falls straight to the table.

Nemoto and Kurono stares for a while with wide eyes before Hari made his way out of the office while saying "don't let anyone enter, I will bring (Y/N)..."

Let's just say that he was just a bit tired, just a bit...

On that day you and him talked for a while about his health and while Kai was extremely careful with any sickness and germs he was terrible when it came to mental health or when he reached his limit but wouldn't admit it... After minutes of coaxing the stubborn golden eyed man, you finally had him convinced to take one entire day off of work; you had to talk with Pops before and he only said "please make him, he is going to kill himself with exhaustion, that boy never stops..." he does this because he is gratefull to you Pops :(

So there you were, walking besides each other on a quiet street with only the city lights to illuminate the dark night. He took just one moment to look at your features and your reply was just a silly shyly smile making one grow on his lips as well under his black surgeon mask. It's almost impossible for him not to take at least two minutes of a day to just admire your figure.

You were so reserved and shy; it took longer than he expected to develop a relationship with you but no way in hell he was gonna to say that he regret it. You were perfect, the incarnation of the only good things on this word, why do you think he called you angel all the time?

He is not going to hide his pride as well when almost everyone of the base and all the eight precepts are enchanted by you... Your gentleness and care were at first allarming to them but as the time goes by, you had become like a sacred object to them. Overhaul made very clear to every one in the base that if anything wrong happened to you, the person whose was responsible was going to view something way worse than hell itself.

Mimic strangled a guy when he asked for your number one time and Chisaki was very grateful...

Well but what was suppose to be a loveable walk to relieve his nerves turned to one annoying encounter with a man, recognizing Overhaul's features and daringly aiming a gun at his head.

"You bastard! You killed all of my comrades you fucking sociopath!" Yelled the man trembling as he stared with fear yet with rage at the both of you.

Chisaki annoyingly took a big breath and securely pushed you behind him never lowering his guard but also not alarmed neither.

"Angel stay back, this will not take too long." He whispered not even once breaking eye contact with the man.

"I WILL KILL YOU MONSTER! MAYBE THEM YOU WON'T HAVE ANYMORE YOUR FUCKUNG PRIDE STICKED TO YOUR FUCKING-"

"Are you seriously going to yell at this hour of the night? Don't act so foolish, the more sound you make you will atract the heroes here, and as far as I know you aren't a saint and they probablygoung to arrest you, so I would think carefully..." he monotonous spoke.

The guy flinched at hearing his voice and when he notice Chisaki carefully starting to take his right glove off the man nervously aimed at your head trembling more than ever and sayed:

"O-one more move from you and your little toy is dead! I know she's quirkless! One wrong move from you and you can say bye bye to her right here and now!" He almost cried while saying this to Overhaul's face, and he couldn't miss it the way Kai's eyes darkened at his threat.

How. Dare. This piece of trash. Involves you in this?

That man iss going to wish to never had born after he is done with him.

"Go ahead."

"W-what?!" The guy flinched

Chisaki finally broke contact with the guy to stare at you.

"What the hell you're doing?" He whisper-yelled at you, suddenly gripping you with his arm to prevent you got any closer.

Didn't you notice this guy was aiming a fucking gun that could explode your brain?!

"You heard me, go ahead." You pointed at your head mockingly "What? Scared of what might happen to you after?"

The guy yelled an "I warned you" before he merciless pushed the gate.

"(Y/N)! DOWN!" Overhaul yelled.

.

.

.

Wait what?

Where was the gun shot? Where was the bullet?

Chisaki started to looking for any injuries in your body, but got nothing.

He stared at you with wide wondering eyes which you only replied with a giggle holding in front of him some bullets.

"It was quite simple actually! He got distracted following us so I took the chance to sneak around, remember when I said I only wanted to check out something?" You shown with more enfasis all of the gun's ammo.

If it wasn't for the mask you could see the proud smile that it was forming at the face of your boyfriend.

Before he could reply something, both of you flinched when the guy yelled grabbing a knife out of nowhere and came rushing in the direction of Chisaki.

You buffed mumbling something close to "it's like an cockroach, you can't get away with it that easy" and simply punched the guy straight on the jaw with a following kick on the stomach causing him to fall on his back on the dirty ground. He tried to grab the knife that scaped his hand but you were quicker and stepped hard, merciless, on his hand. You pulled his hair to expose his neck while with your another hand you aproach dangerously the knife to his skin.

Chisaki crossed his arms over his chest admiring the scene with a smirk all the time; taking steps closer to a point where he is inches away from both the man and you.

"Done already?" You asked pulling closer the knife to his neck.

"My, aren't you a sneaky dangerously little angel yourself darling?" Chisaki mused ignoring the guy's presence.

You choose to ignore the coming blush to prevent the stranger to get away.

"N-no wonder why you are with this f-freak..!"

Now the strong kick he felt on his face was from Overhaul, making the guy actually hit, with force the wall of the alley. Oh dear, now that wall had a little of blood printed on it.

Chisaki helped you get up as he talked with someone over the phone; looks like this guy is in a hell of a ride.

"Angel, wait for me out of this alley. It will not take too long." He spoke while carresing your cheek with his gloved thumb.

You nodded, he took very quickly his mask to give you a peck before putting right back where it was.

"Mind me giving me this?" He pointed to the bullets that you stole from earlier.

You gave straight away and as you make your way out of there you could hear a faint "click" and the voices of Chrono and Rappa before you completely got out.

After a half or a entire hour you saw your boyfriend calling over to you, he was clean and just with his hair a bit messy but besides that no one could tell what had happened on the inside of that alley.

Honestly? Neither you wants to know... Chisaki Kai can be very cold and cruel when he wants and whenever he wants.

"I didn't know you had that on you angel." He mused impressed aproaching close to your ear to whisper "such a deviant... where did you, shy little angel, learned such brute movements?"

You blushed at his closeness and avert you eyes quickly to anywhere besides his eyes, that were practically glued on you.

"W-well..! J-just some combat lessons I am taking... Can't be the partner of the yakuza's boss if I have all the time Chrono to check over me because he was demanded..."

"Hm. I se- Wait. How did you know about that part?"

"Kai I'm shy. Not stupid."

He stares at you for a while before smirking to himself and pulling you for a quick hug. He chuckled when you yelped at the sudden contact.

"Maybe we should enjoy my breaks inside the base instead?"

"Probably?" You smiled holding him just as tight as he was.

Both of you parted and for a second you thought that was over until Kai spoke in authority voice.

"I'm delighted to see that your actions on there were for me not to get harmed but that doesn't mean Chrono will stop guarding you."

"W-wha-?! Why?!"

"You literally said to that scumbag to shoot you straight on the face." He spoke on a manner of tone voice.

"B-b-but..! He was out of bullets! I-I took them!"

"Yes, I already said I'm impressed but that doesn't change the things here angel."

You exhaled in defeat murmuring:

"I bet Hari hates me at this point..."

You don't notice Kai picking his phone again and dialing Kurono's contact.

"Chrono have you been making (Y/N) uncomfortable by any chance?" You yelped hearing that.

"What?" Spoke the voice in surprise.

"You heard me. What did you do?" Chisaki replied in a dangerous tone now.

"H-HE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING I SWEAR!" you gripped Kai's sleeves to prevent that he talked more with his friend about your thoughts.

#overhaul x reader #chisaki kai x reader #overhaul scenario #fanfic overhaul #chisaki kai scenario #bnha characters x reader #bnha characters #bnha villains x reader #overhaul #chisaki kai #kurono hari #Chrono #mimic #rappa #nemoto #im too lazy to put all of their names in here srry #request #bnha requests #my writing #zuffer writing

[hollandroos]

Run To Me; Part Two

Blow a kiss, Fire a gun: Teaser Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt.6 Pt.7 Pt.8 Pt.9 Pt.10 Pt.11 Pt.12 Pt.13 Pt.14 Pt.15 Pt.16 Pt.17 Pt.18 Pt.19 Pt.20 + NSFW Alphabet with Mob!Tom

Run to me: Prologue | Pt.1 | Read on wattpad!! | Playlist!

Chapter Summary: How many nights have you wished someone would stay? - (Infinity, one direction)

Warnings: Violance

- There are a lot of dad/mafia series, so if this seems similar to yours then message me for credit.

Words: 4.1k

I APOLOGISE IF THE READ MORE DOESN’T WORK ON MOBILE

The first while after you’d left had been the worst for Tom. He wanted to tear his heart of his chest and stomp on it with two bare feet, cursing whichever god above that was making him suffer a great deal and for what- a mistake he made as a child? A stupid, ignorant child trying to impress his father.

Of course, he didn’t blame you at all. You were most likely riddled with scars both mentally and physically and he possibly couldn’t understand the extent- maybe he could, Tom liked to ignore his feelings and push them away until he was downing an entire bottle of alcohol and swaying throughout the long hallways of his own home, singing along to Mayday parade and because that was his guilty pleasure.

He thought he was doing better, focusing purely on work and work alone, ignoring the colder half of his bed and the bobby pins he sometimes found scattered around the library. There were even the ceramic mugs he’d try to ignore, going as far as to chuck out the one that you always used to use. He had a draw full- but you insisted on drinking from the same one.

They key word is ‘thought.’ Tom thought he was doing better and he was until suddenly he wasn’t because when he saw your name on the screen in jet black, bolded letters his heart deflated and he was reminded of those old feelings. The desire to once again, claw at his skin and rip out his own heart was back and worse than ever and hidden beneath layers of anger, tucked up behind regret was despair. Tom wanted- needed answers and as much as he hated to admit it, he needed you.

The second Aiden walked into the room he was shoved roughly into the wooden chair by Harry, already sweaty palms shook with fear as he eyed the office. Good, Tom thought. He should be going out of his mind right now. It wasn’t Toms normal office, that one was off limits for most and he only used it when he was sure there’d be no blood shed.

Their conversation starts as one normally would, Tom taunting the man and Aiden coming up with pathetic excuses for simply not paying the man his money. It was all a little game to Tom, let the guy think he’s going to be let off the hook for now and then pull out the big guns- literally.

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“How do you know her?” Tom spits.

Aiden tries backing away before his back hit the seat, hardwood clawing at his spine. “Who?”

Tom wasn’t here to watch this man play innocent or drag things out. He was antsy and wanted answers and as many as he could wrap his mind around before putting a bullet through the guy's skull. Earlier the mobster had been eager to get his hands dirty but now he actually felt a hint of anxiousness, wishing that in fact, he’d stayed out of the bank details and just left the guys corpse to float down the nearest Avon.

“You know who the fuck I’m talking about.” Anger laced every word.

“I have no idea.” That was almost a lie, almost. Aiden almost wished he could go back in time and google ‘How to run from mess’s you make?’ and find a wikihow on how to get out of this. But he was sure that right there, at the top of the page under tip number one It’d be clear, don’t lie to the mob boss.

“The money- my money that’s all getting transferred to somehow else's bank account.” Tom found that he couldn’t even say her name, instead of feeling content with ‘she’s’ and ‘hers’ because if he didn't say her name then it made this whole situation a little less real, right? “How do you know her?”

Something seemed to click in Aiden’s brain and he looked up, wide-eyed wondering why exactly the biggest mafia boss wanted anything to do with his girlfriend- a mere waitress. “She’s my girlfriend, I help her out sometimes.”

His money was only getting transferred into one other person’s bank account, after all.

Tom didn’t believe it straight away, the claim going in one ear and out the other. “Bullshit!” He hiss’s, only visualizing what it’d be like to pummel the guys face in- watch his teeth tear from the gum and blood stain the raven shirt.

“It’s the fucking truth- what do you want with her?” Mistake, big mistake.

Tom hated being asked questions almost as much as he hated answering them. It made him feel lower, oddly enough. Like he had something to work up to when he was already at the very top. There was no hesitation, no ‘what after?’ as he swung his fist back. The sick sound of skin hitting skin echoing throughout the office and the younger brother didn’t even blink.

Aiden’s tongue ran over bottom teeth, a metallic taste invading as he regained his strength. Slowly, the world stopped spinning but the ache in his jaw remained and Tom was still unsatisfied with the one blue and purple bruise that was going to form there, no matter how big. He wanted- needed to give this guy more, to inflict more pain and turn him into the perfect mix of a human punching bag as well as canvas.

“Y/N wouldn’t be with you unless there was a reason. She had the fucking world- What do you have to do with her?”

Tom’s hand falls to the gun that sat securely on his waist, fingers reaching for the cool metal. His fingers wrap around the weapon while Aiden's wrap around the arms of the wooden seat, mind exploding with curses and panic reeling.

“What do you mean she had the world?” Aiden's eyes were drawn to the gun that was now peeking through the shirt, a lump forming in the back of his throat. “She has no idea about what I do-”

“Answer my fucking question or I swear to god I’ll have Harry here tear your eyes out.” The man gulped, two sets of eyes on his while his stared down the barrel of the gun that was now far too close for his liking.

“I don’t know, okay? I’m not positive why or how things have worked out but she needs me- for the kid.” A sweat formed just above his brown, hands growing clammy yet at the same time, they were icy.

That got Tom’s attention- actually it only increased his attention, making his finger slip off of the trigger of the gun and for a moment he showed weakness, walls slipping. There was a kid- since when? It seemed that a lot had happened in nearly five years. Tom wondered how much he missed while his head was back in the clouds.

“What kid?” The mobster snaps, mind swimming with a hundred and one questions that were seemingly eating away at any sanity that remained.

“The girl, her little girl.” He swallows thickly, warm blood dripping down his throat almost making him gag in distaste.

Aiden was reminded of the girl with feet the size of a salt shaker, little brown curls that were sometimes tucked back by a Minnie mouse headband and sometimes in a tight ponytail or even the braids that Y/N had learned how to do just for her daughter. Rarely ever did the girl have her hair out, not being able to handle the frizzy strands. She had issues that not even he could explain, running deep. Maybe deep down he felt something for the family of two but it’d have to be very, very deep down- so deep he sometimes doubted it even existed.

“How old?” Tom hisses, gritting his teeth. Was it fear he felt? “How old is the fucking kid.”

“Four years old. Rosie, her names Rosie.”  Aiden murmurs, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the plush carpet. “Why do you care about this girl anyway? She’s a nobody, barely worth anything that I give her.”

Was it betrayal that Tom felt? Anger? Everything felt numb, walls closing in slowly but maybe that was just Toms’ throat. Not even the ache in his knuckles could bring him back down to Earth, or his brother urgently pulling out his phone to do some research. How was his heart going a million miles an hour, yet seemingly not beating at all?

It had been five years since the anniversary of Harrison’s death and five years since Tom had found himself waking up alone at the crack of dawn, only to go down to the personal gym in his basement because taking all of his anger out onto one of the many punching bags was better then staring at the ceiling for hours on end, allowing his mind to come up with every other possible outcome.

Aiden watched the man’s mind run, features twisting and turning as his grip on the gun would loosen, before tightening once again only moments later. Neither mobster felt that they could breathe, lungs constricting at an odd pace but Tom couldn’t give two shits about the dealer in front of him, in fact, the urge to hit the trigger was so bad that Harry had to physically take the gun from him, setting it on his own waist instead.

Tom stared the man down, trying to come up with a plan that’d cause him just enough pain that Tom would feel satisfaction, but he doubted that was possible by now. If he thought that he was walking away from this scene then he was even bigger of a fool then the boys had originally pegged him for. “I’d watch every word if I were you, you’ve fucked up enough to be buried six feet under and she’s the only reason you’re still breathing.”  

“You can have her if you want, I pay for everything from the power to the fucking therapy.”

Tom lowered the gun, aiming the barrel at the man’s feet as to not remove it from the picture completely. It was still a threat. “Therapy?”

“Some trauma from a few years back. A friend died, been screwed up ever since and it’s rubbing off on the kid.”

Why did it come as a shock to him that you had been left with mental scars from that day? Tom blinked only twice, lips forming a straight line and he almost wished he still had the gun to show the dealer what happened when his clients spoke back.

“Don’t mention the friend.” He only takes a step closer, aching knuckles begging for more. “You said she doesn't know what you do, correct?” Tom asks, crouching down to get to eye level with the man. Tom was so close, “Are you lying to me?”

Aiden shook his head profusely. “She thinks I work at an IT company.”

Tom nods his head, looking for any signs of Aiden lying to him but when nothing shows up he gets dangerously close to the fellow mobster, pit of his stomach burning with an intense fire that seemed near impossible to put out.

Every nerve in Tom’s body was screaming at him to do something, to get rid of the guy that’d laid hands- even gone near his wife but he had other uses for him, a plan he’d thought up earlier the morning circulating like a merry go round.

“I’m going to ask you to do something for me and if you agree then you get to walk out of this room with your head still attached to your body, got it?”

-

There were times where you’d look at the small girl in front of you and think with a fully clear, somber mind ‘You’re your father's child.’

It wasn’t due to the little, coffee brown curls that hung in ringlets, sometimes loose waves if she decided to fiddle with her hair and attempt a braid or to put it into a bun herself. Nor the deep brown eyes but that, however, could’ve been a factor.

It was due to the fact that she was sharp, not one to be messed with and ran around with a mind of her own even for four years old. There were very few things that the four-year-old was afraid of and one of them was the dark because she stated that you never know what lurks, and boy was she correct.

There was also the fact that you could just imagine her in eleven years swearing like a sailor, tongue sharp and backtalk spewing. All in a good way, of course. She was her own person, independent even for a child.

But there came times- like at this very moment where she was quiet, in too much thought to focus on anything else but the task at hand because when Rosie put her mind to something she was stuck to it until said task was complete. It was something Tom used to do when he’d sit at his desk, pen in one hand as he stared down at the paperwork ahead of him.

Tom never used to look up from the work until he was a done, a hard- almost angry look remaining on his features as he worked to complete. Rosie had that same look.

Rosie was in a way, her father's child- a Holland despite the fact that she’d been fully raised by you.

“There’s this dinner tomorrow that I need you to attend with me. My boss invited me and I can’t go alone.” Aiden begins, a look of determination plastered on his features as he looks over from ‘his’ side of the bed. The entire bed was yours, he’d just claimed that half.

You look up from the back of Rosie’s head, the hot pink hairbrush remaining in your hand as you continue to brush out her wet curls that were now actually dead straight, a few little baby hairs springing up into action, however. The little girl hummed along to the tune of some Disney show as she viciously slashed your phone screen with her stubby pointer finger, grumbling when she lost a round of ‘Fruit Ninja’ and smiling brightly when she didn’t.

She was dressed in a pair of purple pajamas, little white clouds placed all over for a decoration and a fluffy, pink blanket around her shoulders. Overall the girl was in heaven.

“Tomorrow’s a little short notice isn’t it?” You point out, continuing to brush out the strands of wet hair. She grunts when you hit a knot, tugging too hard. “Sorry, Roo.” You apologize immediately, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of her head but the little girl seemed too immersed in what was going on inside the screen to even notice.

Fathers child- Tom’s child.

“Yeah, my boss only asked me today,” Aiden pays no attention to the girl in your lap, focusing all of his attention on getting you to the event. “So I need you to dress up in one of those fancy dresses and come along as my plus one.”

What was meant to be a question came out as a demand. The thought of leaving the house at night- leaving Rosie at the house almost made you sick. Your stomach did an unhealthy flip, mind-rattling with negative possibilities. “I don’t think I can tom-”

To say that your boyfriend was already expecting that answer was an understatement. “It’s just one night- one dinner.” He pushes, not bothering to listen to what else you had to say. Yes it pushed your buttons, yes it made you frustrated and angry and a whole lot of other negative feelings that you weren’t ready to dwell on.

“You know, I-”

“This is important to me.” It’s not. Important was the last thing this was. Truthfully Aiden was scared out of his mind. The barrel of the gun he’d previously stared down was a looming threat.

“What about Rosie? We don’t have a babysitter.” You point out, something telling you to try and get her to come with. The four-year-old couldn’t sit still for the life of her and though she didn’t exactly speak more than other children she still liked to point things out that sometimes- really should stay inside.

“We can get one. Use one of those online sites to look.” Aiden says, thumbs working as he sends a text.

You almost grimace at the comment, over the moon about the fact that Rosie was still staring down at the phone screen now with her tongue between her teeth as she tried to crush a reasonably easy level of candy crush. It meant that she couldn’t hear nor was she focusing on your more one-sided conversation about bringing in a complete stranger to look after her for a few hours.

“I don’t trust-” You begin, once again getting cut off.

“Have you been out and done something ever since you gave birth to that little girl?”

The thought taunted you because actually, no. You hadn’t properly gone out for dinner, been on a shopping trip or even to a cafe for a drink with a book or magazine in toe ever since the little girl was born. Truthfully you didn’t want to considering that all of those things ran the risk of triggering an attack. Malls were busy, they were loud and they were crazy. Restaurants- somehow even louder if you went at the right time of night. Glass could be dropped and people cheering out of the blue and before you knew it your skin would be growing hot and clammy, everything around you becoming nothing more than a haze as your mind decides to run a hundred miles an hour.

Wrapping an arm around your daughter's waist, you pull her into your chest and Rosie shimmies back more until she was fully pressed against you, legs pull into her chest as a small yawn escapes. Her still slightly dripping hair was wetting your shirt, causing a small stain to form but you couldn’t care less.

“I haven’t had the chance.” You mutter, feeling the little girl in your arms let out a small, slightly audible yawn followed by more gentle humming.

“Now’s your chance. Come out with me tomorrow, meet my boss- god knows he wants to meet you.” Aiden grit his teeth, finding your reluctance borderline irritating. Maybe it was the fact that if you said no he’d deal with the anger of the biggest mob boss in London, meeting his feet with a bullet or worse.

Aiden still didn’t understand how or why Tom Holland was so interested in you, a part of him felt that he was putting you on the line here but Tom’s gruff, threatening voice bounced around his head like a ping pong ball. Every word burned into his memory.

Sighing, you realize that you weren’t going to win this conversation.

“I can get my dad to look after her, he hasn’t seen her for a while.” You offer. Just like that anxiety was creeping into your chest, crawling right back into your mind like it hadn’t even left in the first place. “I don’t know how Rose will feel about it though.”

“She’ll get over it, you spoil her too much.” He points out. Maybe you did, maybe you didn’t. That was a debate you weren’t up to having at ten past eight at night. “You have a dress to wear, right? It’s most likely going to be fancy dress and god only knows what the other girls will be wearing.”

You remembered the red dress sitting in the very back of your wardrobe, not having been worn in around five years you doubt that the thing would even fit but it was worth a try. “I’ve got something,” you say, “I’ll call my dad tomorrow and ask him if he can look after her.”

“If he says no then I have a few friends that’ll happily take her for a few hours.” You’d never met Aiden's friends before so that offer was off the table the moment it left his lips, already mentally nothing to beg your father to say yes to this.

“Okay,” You hum despite your reluctance. Your boyfriend was looking down at his phone again, lips curling upwards slightly and tightening your grip around Rosie, you stand up, taking the phone out of her hands and she scrambles around to take it back from you.

“No, mama.” She whines, voice already drowsy. ”I wanna keep playing.”

“What have I told you about staying up on the phone too late?” You carry her down the hall to her room, flicking on the light and she mumbles something under her breath.

“My eyes will turn into squares.”

-

“Mum?” Rosie’s voice was slightly hazy as she began to settle down into bed, her arms curling around a little brown elephant instead of her usual teddy and you remember to look for that later. She looks up, pink bed sheets pulled up to her chin tightly.

You climb next to her, the little girls head immediately moves so that her curls are hanging over your thigh. Only a few minutes ago you’d been brushing her hair out and already the curls were back, a little frizzy and with a little less volume but they were still there.

“Yeah?” You answer, knowing Rosie wouldn’t continue unless she knew that she had your full attention.

The hand that wasn’t gripping the elephant ear plays with the hem of your nightshirt, the thin cotton fabric soft on your fingers. “What are your nightmares about?”

“Nightmares?” You try to play dumb but truthfully you were taken back by the question, eyes widening slightly as she nods as best she could without changing position.

“You have nightmares.” The four-year-old points out. “I know because I hear you in the night and you told me about nightmares, remember?” A wave of guilt washes through you when she says that, but Rosy continues before you can begin to apologize profusely. “Sometimes I get them too and it’s okay- if you get them then you can come and lay with me because you let me lay with you in your bed when I get them.”

You crack a smile, and so does the little girl, recently cleaned teeth peeking through before her smile falls, her eye’s fluttering shut out of exhaustion and you begged her to fall asleep before she asked any more questions that you didn’t exactly know how to answer.

“Are there monsters?” It was a question that every kid asked at least once in their lives. They wanted to know all about the monsters that lurked in the back of their closets at night- and the ones that hid under the bed and that’d snatch you up if you stuck a foot out from beneath the duvet and over the edge.

“No.” You straighten out the plush, pink duvet. It depended on her definition of a monster. The world was full of them, ruthless people with no morals or sense of care for anyone else. They’d hurt you without thinking twice and leave you with the type of trauma that didn't just disappear overnight. “There was- but someone got rid of the monsters.”

Nick was a monster.

“Who?” She seemed intrigued, the brown elephant now forgotten as she rolls over, looking up excitedly. “They must be really strong if they can get rid of monsters.”

You nod without hesitation. “He is strong, he took on three at once with the help of his friends.” Tears prickle the corners of your eyes and your bite back a sob, instead of keeping your attention drawn to your daughter who listened intently.  “Thanks to them we don’t have to worry about them anymore.”

“They can’t hurt us?”

“Never again.”

The thing is, some monsters were able to hide in plain sight. They didn’t have to wear scary clothing, carry guns in their back pockets or have a dirty past. They were sly- always two steps ahead of the game and often you don’t realize who the real monster was until it’s too late. Of course, you couldn’t tell your four-year-old daughter that it wasn’t the nonexistent monsters in the closet or under the bed that she should be worried about but the ones in everyday life.

-

Part 3!

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Safe with me (15)

Summary: When an unknown threat enters your life, protection is offered at the highest level. As Bucky Barnes comes into your life, the game changes, and you realise falling for the man tasked with keeping you safe is the last thing you expected.

Characters: Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: Bad language. Extremely graphic descriptions of violence. Character death.

A/N: Well, here we go.

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SAFE WITH ME MASTERLIST PREVIOUS CHAPTER

Previously…

“Alright then, if that’s what you want,” he steps even closer to the barrier, so close you can see the gleaming whites of his eyes. “I gave you a chance, so – just know that this is your fault Barnes, it’s all on you. I hope you remember that. In the end.”

Jack reaches behind him, grasping for something in his pocket, and Bucky crouches slightly, a snarl on his face as he settles into battle stance.

When his hand reappears, Jack’s holding a thick paperback book.

He smiles.

*****

"Do you know my favorite novel?" Jack asks casually, giving the book a small shake.

Peering around Bucky, you see a faded red cover, a worn and cracked spine, pages fat from decades of moisture and grimy fingers. A familiar title is stamped across the front.

"George Orwell, 1984. In my day, it was required reading for new recruits. Hydra's ideals, laid out in black and white. So easy, so obviously the right choice. Orwell understood perfectly. A shining example of how the world could prosper if you eliminate the temptation of choice."

"That story was satire you fucking moron. It was taken literally by arrogant dicks who were looking for a reason to be assholes," you scoff.

Bucky clears his throat quietly and pushes you behind him.

"Uncultured swine," you add, poking your head back around.

Bucky sighs and shoves you harder.

Grumbling under your breath, you press close to his back and he reaches around, capturing your fingers. Folding his thumb against your palm, he rubs small circles on your skin, his grip hot and reassuring.

"Let him talk, the team'll be here soon," he murmurs , squeezing your hand when he hears the annoyed huff.

Jack ignores the exchange, his attention fixed on Bucky.

"You know when I took the Head job, they gave me instruction manuals for you? So logical and clinical. Like a new appliance. Read them cover to cover, but they missed some important context."

Rifling through the paperback, he lands on a dog-eared page. Glancing down he finds the opening sentence and begins to recite, his voice as steady as the fanatic stare he levels at Bucky.

-----

"How does one man assert his power over another, Winston?"

Winston thought. "By making him suffer," he said.

"Exactly. By making him suffer. Obedience is not enough. Unless he is suffering, how can you be sure that he is obeying your will and not his own? Power is in inflicting pain and humiliation. Power is in tearing human minds to pieces and putting them together again in new shapes of your own choosing."

-----

There's silence when he finishes, still looking expectantly at Bucky.

"That was dramatic," you pipe up sarcastically.

"Oh my god, would you shut the fuck up," Jack finally explodes. "Or I swear to God, I'll rip your fucking tongue out, you mouthy little whore – "

"Stop fucking talking," Bucky snarls. "You don't touch her and you don't touch me. I won't play this game, it's not happening. Sooner you accept that, the sooner we can stop pretending like I won't tear your heart out the second this barrier comes down."

Jack cocks his head. "No, you won't. What I did all those years, it was right. My Soldier suffered because he was made to. I tore him apart and put him back together and he thanked me for it. He always thanked me. And he will again, because he needs it, he needs me."

"Jesus Christ. You're insane. I'm telling you with absolute conviction – you're extremely fucking wrong."

"Guess we'll see," Jack shrugs and gives a sly smile. "I saw the look on your face though. Expecting a little red notebook?"

Bucky is silent, but you feel his body tense.

"I was pissed when I heard Rogers destroyed it. Talk about great literature. But hey, doesn't really matter, right? We both know, I had those words memorized the first time I read them. Used to sing them to myself when I couldn't sleep."

"What the hell's he talking about?" you murmur.

Bucky glances over his shoulder, meeting your confused stare. Jaw clenched, he swallows hard.

"Ah, you forget to tell her that little party trick?" Jack asks gleefully. He throws you a taunting smile when you peek around Bucky. "Ten little words. Barnes hears them and all hell breaks loose. Ten little words and you can meet my Soldier. Trust me, he's magnificent."

"It won't work," Bucky warns. "I promise it won't. Your funeral if you try."

"You know Barnes, the funny thing is, I just don't believe you. So, let's see what happens."

This is it then.

In his heart of hearts, Bucky knew he'd end up here. For all his threats that it won't work, the unfortunate truth is that it will. After all this time, the words still exist, an intrinsic part of his DNA that's impossible to strip away. He's tried, God fucking knows he's tried, but every attempt was a spectacular failure.

But hopelessness is the lifeblood of creativity, and those failures gave him an idea. Steeling himself for the fall, he clings desperately to the hope that his untested and fragile safeguard will work, because he knows what Jack will ask when the Soldier arrives.

Clutching your hand, terror prickles down his spine and Bucky watches Jack's lips part, sees the tip of his tongue touching his front teeth as he forms the first word –

*****

EARLIER (6 HOURS AND 5 MINUTES AFTER ABDUCTION)

Down in the cargo hold of the Quinjet, Bucky kneels in front of him.

"No," Steve breathes. "Absolutely fucking no."

"It's not a request Rogers."

"I honestly don't care. I'm not doing it."

Gritting his teeth, Bucky looks up, heart aching when he sees the panic-stricken blue eyes. His voice softens. "I'm sorry, I really am. But you're the only one who knows them and I need you to do this for me. Please."

Scratching nervous fingers through his fine blond hair, Steve shakes his head in frustration. "You said you'd never willingly lose control again. How are you comfortable with this?"

"Christ, I'm not comfortable, but if this is the price, I'll pay it," Bucky shrugs, looking beseechingly at Steve. "I gotta try, and she – she's worth it."

"What if you can't get back Buck? What if I can't get you back?"

Bucky considers him for a long moment before answering.

"The book – it didn't explicitly say it. But there are eleven trigger words. Not ten."

Steve looks taken aback. "The hell do you mean? What's the eleventh?"

Dropping his gaze back to the floor in front of him, Bucky rubs his palms down his thighs and takes a steadying breath, but his voice still cracks when he replies.

"The first ten words force involuntary paralysis, but the whole thing depends on the final word. On the name you use," Bucky's throat is suddenly dry. "It's the word Soldier that finally activates him. Use my name when you want to bring me back, because he won't show up if you don't complete the string."

He hates this. Not just being triggered, although – sure, when someone says a list of code words that make your body go into shock so your murderous alter-ego can take over, yeah that does suck pretty hard. But what he hates more, is that Steve will see this, because Bucky knows without it'll give Steve nightmares for months.

But he's running out of options.

"I – god fucking dammit, I just – fuck, fuck, fuck! You're sure Buck, you're absolutely sure?"

Bucky barks a humorless laugh and wipes away the bead of nervous sweat rolling down his temple, trembling fingers gathering his hair in a messy knot at his nape. "Yeah buddy. I'm sure. I just need you to get me in there, I'll do the rest."

Steve scuffs his feet angrily, waging his internal battle while Bucky waits patiently, his head bowed. He knows when Steve runs out of steam, because he stops dancing around and stomps his foot.

And while he's pissed as hell, his voice is strong when he begins.

"LONGING – "

*****

Everything is muted.

Bucky opens his eyes.

The world around him is perfectly empty and filled with a soft gray fog. Looking down, he sees the blue coat and his worn boots, feels his knives and guns strapped comfortably across his body. His hands are clean white and shining silver, wiped clean of the blood and grime of battle. The mist swirls around his feet and it feels so tangible, he wonders if he could scoop a handful if he tried.

Has he been here before? It feels familiar.

Everything is muted. And then it's not.

He hears the soft creak of leather and he turns slowly.

Stepping from the mist, the Soldier stands before him, dressed in the last uniform Bucky remembers donning before that final day in Washington DC. Straps of thick black leather criss-cross his chest, plastic guards cover his knees. His dark hair swings forward, the edges framing the black mask covering the bottom half of his face.

He's drenched in tragedy.

Streaks of dirt line his pale face, dark circles glow like bruises under his eyes. Rivers of blood run down his arms, vivid lines of red dripping soundlessly into the fog rising at his feet. Even from here, Bucky recognizes the scents of gunpowder and copper, feels the aura of despair surrounding him, can taste the flavors of stale sweat and heat forever trapped in the confines of that mask.

He's drenched in tragedy and remains as he has always been. Death personified.

Bucky stares in silence, drinking in the image. He thanks whatever God will listen, that you've never seen him this way and he hopes you never will. But Bucky Barnes is a realist and Fate's a bitch with a tendency to kick him in the balls, so he crushes that burgeoning hope and embraces the man before him.

"He'll try and take you back. You know who I mean."

Bucky's voice sounds odd in his ears, the quiet statement filling the cavernous void of nothingness.

The Soldier merely watches him, blank eyes betraying nothing.

"I think I found a way. For you to stay in control – after."

The Soldier tilts his head and even with the mask, Bucky sees the skepticism.

"You know how the triggers work. How they're linked to my – to your – shittiest memories. I can't change that. But I think if you could just connect them to something else, to something happy and not so fucking terrible, it might take away his power."

A strange sound comes from behind the mask. Bucky hears the derisive snort clearly and thinks how unnerving and god damn weird it is to watch himself like this.

"Yeah I know. Your whole life's been one giant train-wreck, but things are different now. I've got a life again, friends to help me and a girl to fight for, and I need this to fucking work. I'll do everything I can to help you, and if it works, if you get hold of him - he's all yours. Take your revenge however you want. Make it slow, make it painful, make it bloody. Do your worst."

Something shifts beneath that flat, dead expression. A flash of interest.

Bucky holds up his hand.

"I'm asking for something in return. No matter what he says or what he orders you to do, you fucking ignore all of it and you – you protect my girl. You keep her safe. That's the mission. That's the only mission that matters." Bucky extends his metal hand, offering it palm up. "Do we have a deal?"

The Soldier stares unblinkingly at Bucky, weighing the proposal. Truth be told, Bucky understands the risk better than anyone. He knows the Soldier inside and out, because as much as he hates this fact – at his core, he is indeed both men. And when the Soldier lets go, when that carefully controlled rage spills out, no one is safe.

But Bucky also knows this. If the man in his mirror has any emotion left, it's this – an all-consuming lust for revenge. So, he's unsurprised when the black-gloved hand reaches forward, pressing his fingers into Bucky's outstretched palm, and giving a single nod.

Entwined in this gray world, identical blue eyes watch each other.

"I'm trusting you," Bucky whispers.

From somewhere far beyond the tepid waters of his subconscious, he hears Steve calling his name.

The Soldier fades away.

*****

When they created him, when they added the triggers, the process was simple.

As each word lands a new part of his body shuts down, sparking a psychological pain that feels terrifyingly real. He gets three seconds between them, three excruciating seconds, to fight the nightmarish memories tying his brain to these words, but he loses every time.

Every time. Every single time. Bucky has never won this game, not once in seventy fucking years.

This time though, if luck can just for once in his god forsaken life be on his side, maybe his hail Mary can work –

"LONGING."

The first word is always the worst. Scorching pain races up his right arm, the sensation of his fingernails ripped from the beds, of razor blades flaying open his skin and he takes quick, shallow breaths as the first memory hits –

-----

For three straight days, he's strapped to a chair, his shiny new arm hanging disconnected and useless, while doctors shoot icy liquid in his veins, press chalky pills under his tongue. Every possible variation of medicine is pumped into him, sending him flying to inconceivable heights and crashing him into the terrifying depths of bone-weary depression. The Soldier remembers the desperate desire to die flooding through him, his heart longing for it to just fucking end –

----

–"I want you Bucky," you whisper hoarsely, your lips still brushing his, and he swallows the confession with a shaky sigh. "I want you and I want this. I'm in, if you are." Bucky feels the heavy swell of longing pumping through his veins at your words, at the promise behind them, and he'd give everything to stay here forever –

-----

His vision returns with a slap and Bucky feels a surge of courage when the sweet memory stays in place –

"RUSTED."

His right leg crumples, an iron bar shattering his shin, and groans as he falls to one knee –

-----

"Internal wiring's rusted, I need to replace it. Don't knock it out, keep it conscious." The Soldier sits quietly in the chair while they disassemble the metal arm, dismissing the fact that each piece of the arm is connected to his central nervous system. It's surgery without anesthesia and with every jerk and tug, the pain blooms so fierce, he nearly blacks out. Without realizing, he concedes to silent tears, unaware as they drip down his cheeks until one of the techs huffs in irritation. "Is it fucking crying? Jesus Christ." The Soldier starts in surprise and then –

-----

– "Question. If you get caught in a rainstorm, do you get all slow and rusted? Like the Tin Man in Wizard of Oz?" Bucky grins when you look up expectantly from the ice cream cone. "Also, follow-up question. Did you see the original run of Wizard of Oz in theaters?"

"No to the first question. Yes to the second."

"God you're old, I'm buying you a case of denture cream for your birthday," you say, taking a huge bite from the ice cream cone, recoiling at Bucky's outraged gasp.

"What the hell's the matter with you, that's not how you eat ice cream – "

-----

Bucky sees you standing beside him, reaching a shaky hand toward him, and he snarls in panic.

"No, get back, get back, stay back – "

"FURNACE."

His command rolls into a high-pitched scream when the metal arm turns to fire, electricity jolting through it, shocking him over and over, until he can't breathe, he can't fucking breathe, he's suffocating –

-----

Flames rise higher into the black night, transforming the world into eerie shades of orange and gray. Like waves of heat from a furnace, the flash burn singes his eyelashes and melts the tips of his boots, but the Soldier doesn't flinch. He smells charred wood and gasoline and burning flesh, but he stands in place with his gun trained on the exit door, waiting for anyone still able to escape the roaring inferno –

-----

– Bucky feels you stirring beside him. "Cold," you sigh and at the words, Bucky pulls you closer, folding your patchwork quilt carefully around your neck. "You're always so warm," you yawn, words slurring together, and he realizes you're not quite awake. "Like a furnace. Giant asshole furnace."

"Thanks," he whispers, choking back a laugh –

-----

Electricity still crackles up and down the arm, but the sharp edges blunt and Bucky draws a shaking breath –

"DAYBREAK."

His left leg buckles and he slumps on his knees, dead arms dragging him down. His teeth go straight through his tongue when he moans, blood instantly filling his mouth.

"Bucky what can I do, what the hell do I do?"

Heart cracking when he hears you sobbing, he spits a mouthful of red saliva in front of him, trying like hell to focus on your voice –

-----

Daybreak. Sunlight filters through the dirty windows high above him and the Soldier opens his eyes for the first time. He feels the steady drip of blood winding down his scalp, itching at the back of his neck. Vocabulary lost in the foggy chasms of his brain, the only words he can summon are a strange set of numbers, 3...2...5...5...7...0...3...8..., so he mumbles them until they arrive again, with dirty knives and syringes full of fiery green liquid that makes him scream –

-----

– Sunlight is creeping over the horizon when Bucky pads into his bedroom and pulls up short at the sight. Curled in the middle of his bed, you're sound asleep, hugging tight to his pillow. He leaves a glass of water and a packet of pain medicine on the night stand, shakes out his favorite blue blanket. Draping it gently over you, he allows this single moment of weakness – his quiet bedroom at daybreak, filled with the soft sounds of your breath and the whisper of fabric when you roll over. He stows the memory carefully away, something nice to hold onto –

-----

Gritting his teeth, Bucky whispers the mantra under his breath, something nice, something nice, something nice –

"SEVENTEEN."

White hot pain licks up his spine, every nerve along the vertebrae igniting and the muscles in his back seize up, locking him in place –

-----

Stalking through the warehouse, the Soldier counts the bodies as he goes. One, two, three. There's a hand still twitching, so he adds another bullet. Seven, eight, nine. He leaves sticky red footprints in his wake. Twelve, thirteen, fourteen. Harsh breaths are coming from the man crawling toward the red alarm button under his desk. The Soldier lands a bone crushing boot in his stomach and kicks him onto his back. Staring down into a defiant face, he steps on the man's trachea and shoots. Seventeen –

-----

– Legs dangling through the railings, Bucky waits on his fire escape wearing a ragged green sweater. The March night is fresh and clear and cold, and he puffs out a frosty breath. When the midnight church bells begin to ring, he swings his legs excitedly. Behind him, he hears shuffling footsteps and Steve is crawling out the open window, carrying a slice of banana bread with a stubby candle jammed in the middle. Settling next to Bucky, his skinny legs slide easily through the metal rails and he pulls out a shiny silver lighter, the flame dancing merrily in the dark night. Lighting the candle, he wipes the sleep from his eyes and hands it to Bucky with a grin.

"Seventeen, huh? Happy birthday pal."

-----

The tiny flame still flickers and he feels tears leaking from the corners of his eyes and he braces himself for what comes next –

"BENIGN."

The metal plates buried in his shoulder twist violently and his left shoulder dislocates, his arm bending behind him with a sickening crunch and snapping in place –

-----

"Your orders were to make those deaths as painful as possible, why the fuck did you kill them quick? Useless piece of shit," the Handler hisses and slaps the Soldier's face. The Soldier says nothing, eyes cast to the floor. Turning to the technicians watching in amusement, the Handler narrows his eyes. "I'm tired of this shit. Zola promised me a cold-blooded killer, not some benign little pussy who can't do a simple fucking job. Wipe everything this time, clean it out completely and don't leave a god damn thing behind." The Soldier is silent as the techs lead him toward the chair and he begins to shake –

-----

– "Barnes, You're a sweet, neurotic, perfectly benign human being. Don't be nervous." He doesn't believe Pepper Potts, but here he is anyway, loitering in the back of a crowded hospital room, watching tiny humans wearing casts and breathing tubes bounce on Steve's shield. Bucky begins to relax until he feels a tug on his sleeve and looks down to the serious face of a determined little girl, her dark braids framing wide brown eyes. She crooks her finger and he crouches awkwardly next to her with a hesitant smile. Reaching tentatively for his metal fingers, she offers her own arm for inspection and Bucky sees a new prosthetic. His entire soul melts when he hears her fragile voice say, "Hey Mr. Barnes, we match – "

-----

Nostrils flaring, Bucky breathes faster and faster, and he looks up to where you stand, watching silently as tears slip down your cheeks and he tries to give you an encouraging smile –

"NINE."

Like a gunshot, his right shoulder dislocates, the harsh crack ringing through the air –

-----

This is familiar. The Soldier's been shot dozens of times, but tonight the Voice is in a mood and he asks to see how long the Soldier can go. "Count them for me," the order comes dangerously soft in the Soldiers ear and he's thankful his face is obscured so the voice can't see his fear. He hears the click of the hammer, a pause, and the force of the bullet makes him jerk when it hits his arm.

"One," he grunts breathlessly. Click, pause, boom. "Two." Click, pause, boom. "Three." Every time a bullet hits his body, the Soldier replies without fail. Four, Five, Six. It carries on, until Nine comes out as a broken sob and he begins to lose consciousness and the Voice begin to laugh –

-----

– Bucky drops to his stomach on the floor of his apartment, and peers under the couch. "I found nine of your M&Ms, how many did you have in that bowl?"

"Umm," you respond absently, opening containers of Chinese food. "Let's say nine."

Bucky sits back on his heels and shoots you an exasperated look. "They'll melt on my nice wood floors you know."

"Your face is a nice wood floor," you mumble, and Bucky really wants to be annoyed but he sees your little smirk and then he's laughing –

-----

Harsh laughter echoes off the bare walls, cold and insane and Bucky shakes his head in confusion, because his mouth is open and he's laughing but that can't really be him –

"HOMECOMING."

An invisible hand appears, wrapping around his neck, choking him as it slowly forces his head back –

-----

The Soldier gags, trying to find fresh air under the hood of the thick canvas bag. He can taste the sour smell of his own breath coming back at him and he switches tactics, inhaling through his mouth. Wrists secured behind him, he's balanced on one knee while waves of pain radiate from his crushed kneecap. This is always the preferred homecoming reward. He hears the Voice close behind him and braces his nerves for what comes next.

"Welcome home Soldier," pain rebounds through his body as the metal bar fractures his back –

-----

– The smell of sawdust and fresh paint hangs in the air, the wind from the river coaxing the scents through the open wall. Snapping the caps on two bottles of beer, Bucky hands one to Steve and collapses next to him with an exhausted groan. Stretching out his legs, he laughs when he sees the smears of paint on his feet and he wiggles his gray speckled toes. Steve grins and clinks his bottle against Bucky's.

"Not a bad homecoming."

Bucky gazes into the nearly finished apartment, swimming in contentment. Shoulder to shoulder, they lean against his balcony wall and drink in silence, the comforting sounds of Brooklyn drifting up from the streets –

-----

Bucky sees you shivering and his blue eyes are shiny as he pleads with you. "He won't hurt you, trust me, fuck, please trust me, I have a way back, I'll find my way back – "

"ONE."

His voice evaporates, as though his tongue was cut from his mouth. Lips moving soundlessly, he sneers at Jack through the barrier –

-----

"You're the one," the Voice whispers. "The one thing I'll always want. The one thing I need." The promise rings in his ears when the whip hits his back and the Soldier jolts against the restraints. The voice is in his ear again, with the same request that follows every session. "Thank me now, tell me you deserved it." The Soldier complies, an automatic response, but then the voice asks something new. "I love you," it breathes, fingers trailing down his neck. "Tell me you love me too." But the Soldier doesn't understand so he stays quiet and the Voice is enraged and the lash falls again –

-----

– "You're such a pain in my ass Bucky Barnes, but I love you too. More than you can imagine." Bucky feels his body turn weightless at the words. This was it, the one thing he needed, the one thing he wanted, and the one thing he never expected to have. The words are magic in his ears and he knows he has the silliest smile on his face, but he just doesn't care –

-----

His tongue feels like cotton and he aches to say the words one more time, just in case –

"FREIGHT CAR."

And then he hears Jack's victorious voice, he sees you falling to your knees in front of him, but his head drops forward and his eyes slam shut –

-----

After all this time, the Soldier still feels his heart race when the cold smoke of cryofreeze billows up around him. He has no real emotions, no anxiety, no desire, except when it comes to this one thing. When he goes under the nightmare kicks in, running on a perpetual loop until he wakes again. Sometimes he wonders if the dream is another memory he's managed to forget, because it feels so real. Blasts of blue light, holding tight to the fractured metal bar, the agonized wail of another voice, and his left hand strangely human, so cold and slipping, slipping, slipping, until he falls from the freight car into the icy ravine where sharp black rocks and pain are waiting –

-----

– Bucky moves smoothly, rocking you back and forth and never breaking the tight hold, making sure you stay pressed flush against him. His breath trails down your neck, he laces his cool fingers with yours, and he hums in contentment. Bending closer, his nose brushes the shell of your ear and he closes his eyes at the scent of your skin. There in that dark ballroom, the music washing over him, he feels the understanding roaring in like a freight car knocking him sideways. The world around him upends and when it rights itself, his entire life has changed –

-----

Lost in the darkness, Bucky sees bright silver coming closer –

*****

His breathing stops, the ragged panting going quiet. His chest still rises and falls, but each breath comes slow and steady. Clutching the lapels of his jacket, you give him a rough shake.

"Bucky. Bucky, come on. Open your eyes. Please, Bucky, please. Open your eyes for me, wake up, wake up, please fucking wake up," you beg, but his eyes remain closed, lips slightly parted.

The electric barriers are dissolving and Jack creeps forward. Leaping to your feet with a growl, you spin around to block his path, but in a flash, you're starring down the barrel of his gun.

"You are so annoying. Could you not ruin this for me? I've been waiting a long fucking time. Thanks."

"Well you can keep on waiting and fuck off, you absolute twat."

Jack points the gun at your feet and fires a single shot, cracking the concrete floor. Tripping backward, you catch yourself against the wall with a furious shout.

Bucky doesn't move a muscle, still on his knees, head bowed.

Jack reaches forward and places his hand under Bucky's chin, yanking it up.

"Soldier?"

Blue eyes snap open. In one fluid move, he rises to his feet, towering above Jack. It takes a second before he replies.

"Ready to comply."

Dark and shredded, his lifeless voice makes your skin crawl.

"What the fuck have you done?" you grit out.

Enamored with the sight, Jack strokes a long finger down the metal arm.

"I've fixed him," he says blissfully. "Finally. Barnes is gone, my Soldier's here to stay."

Jack backs up, eyes running over Bucky's stiff posture, assessing.

"You know," he says conversationally. "This is the first time we've been face to face. You really are beautiful."

He lifts the gun and pulls the trigger.

The roar of the gun covers the sound of your terrified scream when you see the bullet slam into Bucky's shoulder. It knocks him back with a grunt, but the vibrant blue fabric of his jacket is so thickly padded, so tightly woven, the bullet never finds flesh.

Jack sighs happily and holsters his gun. "That felt good. Just like old times."

"You're a fucking psychopath," you spit, pushing away from the wall.

"I really am just so fucking tired of your mouth, so let's get this show on the road. Soldier – turn and face her."

There's no hesitation when he spins crisply on his heel.

"Bucky, don't," you whisper.

"Left hand around her neck. God, I hope Barnes is awake in there, I really want him to see this."

The fingers are a silver blur when they shoot forward, long digits curling around your throat.

Wrapping both hands around his wrist, he is utterly unmovable. You feel the hard plates shifting under your panicked touch.

"Bucky, god dammit, please," you choke out, tears filling your eyes. "Please don't do this, please, please!"

Behind the hard blue, a shadow moves.

Yes, his touch is iron and unbreakable. But when that shadow appears, you realize something new - it is oddly gentle. His fingers are curved around your neck, but there's no pressure behind the grasp. Even stranger, his thumb is rubbing a small circle against your fluttering pulse.

"Squeeze until she's nearly unconscious," Jack orders. "And then let her breathe. I want her to focus on your face, before you break her neck."

The fingers tighten briefly, an unconscious flex, but then he relaxes, his thumb still slowly massaging.

"Bucky?" He follows the path of tears sliding down your face, watching as they splash on his wrist.

"Soldier!" Jack barks. "Now!"

Again, there's a small spasm of his fingers, but nothing else happens. The grip remains loose.

"Are you fucking kidding me? What the fuck did I just say? Do it now!" Disbelief rattles Jack's voice when he bellows the request.

The Soldier's eyes narrow at the repeated instruction and then a small smile lifts his lips.

Very carefully, he releases you.

Turning to Jack, he moves you gently behind him and the small smile slowly transforms into something hideously vengeful.

Jack realizes his mistake a beat too late and backpedals, scrambling furiously for the gun he mistakenly tucked away. The Soldier allows him to jerk it free and fire a wild shot, blocking it with a triumphant laugh. Stalking forward, he rips the gun from Jack's hand, twisting his wrist so hard you hear the bones snap in a long crackling rhythm.

Flipping the gun, the Soldier grips the barrel and swings it forward, whipping Jack across the face, the heavy handle caving in his cheekbone. Screeching in pain, he trips backward and the Soldier catches him by the throat, lifting him high in the air. Feet kicking uselessly, blood pouring down the Soldiers arm, you watch Jack's face turn red, mouth gaping soundlessly as he slaps weakly at the metal arm crushing his windpipe. His eyes begin to bulge and roll back in his head and you want to feel sorry for him, but the bruises on your face and the sound of Bucky's screams are too fresh. Huddling against the wall, you shudder at the sight.

You think this is it. This is the end.

But no.

The Soldier isn't through.

Loosening his grip, he allows oxygen to pour into Jack's lungs, gives him a momentary reprieve before crouching down and slamming the flailing body on the floor. The sickening crack of his skull bouncing on concrete is so loud, it makes you gag.

The Soldier pulls out the M9 strapped to his thigh and presses the barrel to Jack's forehead, digging the metal cruelly into the skin.

"Beg," the voice is shockingly guttural when he speaks, so different from Bucky's even tone. "Beg me for your life."

Gasping in pain, his body jerking and convulsing, Jack manages to lift a trembling hand to the Soldiers face, a solitary finger stroking down his cheek.

"Please – "

"Not good enough," the Soldier growls and he moves the gun down and blows apart a kneecap. The responding scream makes you cover your ears. "Try again."

Jack is crying now, coughing up spurts of blood and he tries again. "I love y – "

With a savage snarl, the Soldier cuts the sentence short. He pushes the gun back to Jack's forehead and pulls the trigger. Blood and fragments of bone spray his face, but he doesn't flinch, watching with relish as the life beneath him bleeds away.

The gunshot reverberates off the walls and settles in your ears, a drawn out echo that eventually fades, leaving only the frantic drumming of your heart.

Absorbed in his victory, the Soldier stays kneeling over the body.

"Bucky?"

With an effortless grace, he rises from his carnage and turns to you. There's a strange look in his eyes at the question in your voice.

Stepping carelessly over Jack's inert form, he walks cautiously toward you. Covered in blood, watching the slowly receding anger in his eyes, you can believe at this moment that he really is a different person. But then he scrunches up his nose and you see the tiny wrinkles around his blue eyes and it's so clear – it's all the same.

Bucky and the Soldier, two halves of a whole. You pity Jack in this instant, a monster in his inability to see the worth of each.

"Thank you," he says gruffly and his voice is so stilted and full of gravel, you wonder how often in his past life, he was ever allowed to speak.

"You're – welcome?"

You have no idea why he's thanking you, but it seems the only polite response.

He watches you so seriously, you see the gears cranking in his head. It seems as though he wants to say more, but the slap of hurried footsteps breaks through the web around you, and with a low hiss, he spins around, putting you safely at his back and raising his gun again.

Rounding the corner, Steve skids to a stop at the gruesome scene.

"Bucky – " the gunshot pings off his shield and Steve curses. "Fucking hell, stop!"

He tries to step forward and the Soldier sneers, lifting the gun again and aiming for his knees. Steve blocks the bullet with a frustrated shout.

"God dammit Buck!"

Bristling at the name, the Soldier evaluates the situation further and raises an eyebrow. "Your legs used to be skinny," he says roughly.

Steve looks irritated at the comment. "Yeah, thanks for the reminder. Dick."

"Drop the gun, please," you say quietly, wrapping your hand around the Soldier's forearm, trying to push his arm down. He looks down in surprise, perplexed at the insistent hand on his sleeve.

"I'm – supposed to – protect you," he says haltingly.

"You did," you reply, his words carving path straight to your heart. "But it's okay now and he's your friend."

The Soldier blinks, trying to unpick the word. Friend. A concept he knows, but one that is personally foreign.

"Okay," he finally says. "Okay."

Glancing at Steve, you see him inching slowly closer. He grimaces helplessly as his eyes flick a curious path from the Soldier to his shield to you, and Bucky's weak jokes about something the team called cognitive recalibration arrive with a thunderclap of clarity. Looking into the Soldier's newly trusting eyes, it hurts your heart.

Keeping your hand tight on his bloody blue sleeve, you hold his intense stare.

"Thank you for protecting me. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, but I – I need him back. I hope that's okay."

Disappointment clouds his features, but the Soldier lowers the gun. This was the mission, to keep you safe and take his revenge, and here the mission ends.

Success.

He knows it's time to go, but he feels the hot pull of something deep inside at the soft touch of your hand. He doesn't quite remember who the hell Bucky is, but he thinks he must be one lucky bastard to own the memories the Soldier saw today.

Resigned to his fate, he focuses on your face and reaches tentatively for your hand. Something nice to hold onto, the fleeting thought enters his mind. You feel his fingers tangle in yours and give them a comforting squeeze, right as Steve slams the shield into his head.

*****

The world is soft and cool.

Bucky feels the gentle pressure of fingers stroking his hair. It feels so damn good, he leans into the feel. It's nice here in this meditative state, but he wants to thank whoever belongs to that soft touch. It seems like the polite thing to do. Forcing himself to swim up from the depths of unconsciousness, he kicks hard through the black night surrounding him.

Cracking an eye open, he whines when the dim light sends his pounding headache into overdrive. Every pulse of his brain makes his entire body flinch and he aches like he's been hit by a truck, but other than those minor issues, he's quite comfortable. Stretched out in one of the fluffy sleep pods on the Quinjet, his arm is curled tight around your waist, his head pillowed on your stomach.

He hums and nuzzles against you. Other than all the pesky murdering required, he thinks he could get used to this.

Brain still rattling loose in his skull, he turns himself carefully, trying not to vomit. Propping his chin on his fist, he squints up at you.

"Hi," he whispers.

"Hey," you whisper and the word unlocks a waterfall of tears. Bucky feels his headache evaporate at the look on your face, or maybe it doesn't bother him that much, so he scoots up and pulls you into his arms.

"Hey now, you're okay. Where'd that fuck 'em up attitude go?" His voice is so calm, so soothing, so completely different, you cry harder. Tracing his fingers lightly down your arm, he makes soft shushing sounds while you sob.

God you really hate ugly crying, but after everything that's happened, you deserve it.

Tears are finite though, and once your head feels good and stuffy, the well runs dry. Nose running everywhere, you dry your eyes on his dirty jacket.

"Steve told me what you did. How did you know that would work?" Wrapping your arm around his broad chest, you burrow closer to his side.

"I didn't," Bucky admitted. "I was fucking terrified it wouldn't, but I had to try."

Running your hand up and down his chest, you think of the man you met. It takes several minutes of silence before you can find the right words.

"I thought that was it. I thought you were gone," you say, so quietly Bucky strains to hear. "But when I looked in his eyes, it was still you. Underneath that, I could see it."

Sorrow fills his voice when he responds. "I know."

"No, don't do that. Don't. He saved me," you say fiercely, looking up at him. "You saved me."

He lays gentle fingers under your chin and runs a finger over your lips. "You saved me too. Because of you, I had something worth fighting for."

Reaching up, you tuck a stray piece of hair behind his ear. "You know, you're a real fucking sap, Barnes."

He grins at your words, the light back in his eyes. "So true. You like it, don't lie."

"Stop talking you fuckwit, you have a concussion," you murmur, snuggling back against him. The smell of blood and sweat surrounds you, but it doesn't matter. It smells like safety. Like Bucky. You hug him tighter. "Just shut up and sleep. I'm here and I've got you. You're safe with me."

*****

Epilogue

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[myinnerwasteland]

Fuck

I hate my mum so fucking much. I shouldn't but I feel it. I’m just so fucking mad because she’s she. I fucking fuck o my god I just arghhhhhgggggfhshgskwwj fucking ARGHHGGGGGGGGHHHHHH the fuck she make me do things? Why the fuck does whatever she say to me piss me off this much. I don’t give a shit about her words and constant nonsense about the same shit okay! And why the fuck does she drag something on for so long?! You can always always always fucking see I’m in the middle of some shit. Whether it’s tv or fucking all set to leave the house. Yet you’ll fucking talk and keep me from it. And I always try so fucking hard to just stand or sit there and hear your fucking shit I don't wanna hear. I don’t listen. I just hear bc that’s all I can naturally do. Seriously the shit she talks about with me doesn’t ever interest me and Ive no energy or will for it. I just wanna go on about my life and never be stopped for a minute. I have my own wars beefing me in here already. I barely fucking watch tv either. Today’s my day off in like absolute fucking ages. I hadn’t spent a day at home for weeks and she's out here talking on the phone needing the tv volume low and being her usual loud on the phone and I can’t hear shit on the tv? but when she watches tv were not allowed to make a fucking sound? only double standards from this woman aggravate me on a level as high as this. Later she even hoovers in the same room for 15 fucking minutes, are you dumb? It’s not a fucking mile long mate why take that long I'm building all this shit load of adrenaline and already fuming after 5 minutes of her presence with this clutter. I watched her the whole time instead bc she was blocking the fucking tv and sound with the bloody Hoover noise so I was forced to see all this instead. All I wanted was to watch this single programme man. that's all. it may not matter in 2 days or 5 years but I wanted this, for now, for the moment I desired this. So tell my why tf does it take that long to Hoover this small space in our living room? I swear the longer she took outside of 5 minutes pissed me the fucck offf and I was just there sitting, building samosas and fuming. I really couldn't help it. this part of my life everything made my blood boil. my mother was sitting at top throne of that fucking trigger mate. Fucking hell the way I always hold shit in with her just takes me soo mad I can’t even explain. All my nerves will explode and I could die. 

My fucking 7 year old shit of a little cunt sister pissed me off as well too. Several times today. I was watching tv during the time my mum made me come down and make somosas while she was also talking on the phone like I said. I wanted her to just leave bc I couldn’t hear the tv and she also made us minimise the volume. The fucking nerve. Anyway I make her leave when there’s not much left to do with the somosas now. I switch to the plus one channel bc I wanna watch the whole royal programme again hearing every word of it and I can get what I wanted out of today finally. But noooooo now this little cunt who refused to leave the room now too kept making a million loud and unnecessary fucking noises and I was just so astonished at how she was so capable at making so many annoying sounds with her presence. How can she make that much noise in front of my eyes and why were they so heightened. They were bangs and shuffles and paper crunch and jar closing noises. Like I told her several times nicely to stop! I can’t hear the tv. And already bc I have to speak out to her underdeveloped brain I was again missing the programme. 

Mums in my room now calmly, like usual utters make sure you put it blah blah so they don’t end up somehow back in the dirty laundry and omdssss it was like bitch why the fuck are you even talking since you came up. I’m mad rn and you’re bursting my fucking bubble again. I was hanging on by a fucking thread and could have gone to bed mad with all that shit I was feeling about her but noooo she came up talking in such a calm manner while I'm so mad and dying the fuck inside. And calm talk when I’m fucking mad coming from the person I’m mad at and especially from my mother again pisses me of like a knife to the gut. My anger and level of resentment it ain’t normal so don’t tp me over the fucking edge but ya did didn't ya! these days breathing even pisses me off so imagine my mother fs. Anyways she now says to me in a subtle manner don’t be angry and just like that, I’ve lost it. I just said something automatically back. I said WHY YOU ALWAYS IN MY STUFF she goes.. who? I say YOUUUU, DONT EVER TOUCH MY SHIT AND STAY OUT IF IT WHY YOU ALWAYS TOUCHING IT AND DONT EVER TOUCH WHATVER IS MINE IN MY ROOM AGAIN Like I’m so mad man bc wtf when I entered my room beforehand I knew instantly shit was touched. My resentment mingled with emotions of anger is mega mega heavy when my shits touched by anyone. Especially this little shit and my mum bc that’s when shit goes missing, things are mistaken for rubbish and then things are misplaced. I don’t like that shit. I don’t. I don’t like it. It pisses me off in a different way. Do not touch my shit. Like noooo I don’t carrrreeee, if you think it’s rubbish I don’t caaaree leavveeeeee it motherfuckering alooooneeee. I don’t care if there’s a dead rat laying in the centre of my room. Do. not. fucking. move. it. My mum yeah comes in and does what she likes. I noticed some things that were different from last I saw it and something that didn’t mean much that I kept she threw away the other day and I picked it up again bc I could have added it to a rubbish collection of mine and today it’s gone again. Are you dumbbbbbb when I noticed that amongst a couple other things like earlier she had my sibling bring down a handful of my Nike socks to put in the wash FUCK SAKE what? Fuckk off now, no! Do nooot dooo that! OMDS fs I was so mad and agitated I don’t like it man like I don’t I could cry. I can’t tell you why it deeply bothers me but it does so please do not touch my shit fucking hell! I don’t care if it’s dirty. I’ll handle it bc I literally decide when to take it down for a wash and until I make that decision and you done it for me? no that's not okay. idk why I get this deep angered feeling man but just fuck off. Then a mention from her the other day saying why do I keep my room so junked with condiments shoved with shit inside, like keep less. And that came about in my head during all this madness so that added to today’s events and why in a burst of anger I said why do you touch my stuff etcetera. She never said nothing and just went down because she knew I was mad now. To her over nothing but to me over fucking everything. It’s a whole days worth of built up anger man and I don’t have the will to go on telling you everything on why I’m mad toward you bc I’ll breakdown form it all and I really don’t want to bc you happen to be my fucking mother and I don’t like later regretting the very true shit I’d say in this state. But it kills not to as I  bottle it up and feel the pain of these unsaid things. better me than you though. 

I balled my eyes out just before writing all this bc I was angry I could not. Got that fucking pain in my neck from holding back the cry. Like reading through it sounds like why did I get so mad and cry about it all. But it was a whole days worth of built up anger and other little things through out so I stood there then in my room for a moment then with all the anger and mean words inside me that I wanted to say out loud that I couldn’t therefore didn’t. I was just feeling it all. Then my dad came up saying whats up, am I mad and stuff like tell me. I kept saying nothing and that each time he said something to me. Bc obviously he heard my tantrum thrown at my mum. Heck the whole house heard. I didn’t scream or yell thaaat loud but it was me in the house who was being angry and throwing a fit today. So yeah after dad left my room door almost closed I sat and I cried silently. I just hate so many things about my mum man. I don’t even think hate is the right word. I just don't wanna be her anything. She is what makes me tick most. The things she says to me about all things and even about me. Like I don’t care. I don’t want to hear it. If I hear it I just get mad I don’t get hurt. or maybe I do get hurt and subliminal ignore the hurt and instantaneously replace it with emotion of severe anger with a lot of resentment. Like it just bothers me I can’t be myself bc she’ll throw the biggest fit and occasionally cry bc you’ll feel so shameful of your daughter being anyway that you don’t want or approve of. Like that’s why i hide so much of me already and have to leave the house before she catches a glimpse of me and come home making sure the same thing. I tread carefully around my mum bc she will throw the ugliest and meanest fits that I cannot allow her to feel or cause vibes in the house bc of. Like it’s too much. So if there’s anything I can do to help that than I will hide and be who I am. It’s all so complicated man. last thing I did was get up before getting in bed and slam my door shut so she can hear know I'm maaaad. it felt good. Hope it have her a shock. 

Like idek why I run to my blog. I just had to let it all out somewhere and I hadn’t cried in forever so that was something.

I’m fucking hungry too. I barely ever eat and there’s nothing to eat. Nothing appetises me at all

Fuck I still feel shit

[allyinthekeyofx]

Gesundheit 1/1

This is my very silly, probably hugely OOC and fairly NSFW response to this weeks challenge set by @txf-prompt-box

Must be included - “What are you holding behind your back?”

Bonus - It’s not Mulder or Scully saying it.

Double bonus - The thing behind the back is…trouble! Tagging @today-in-fic

Gesundheit 1/1

I have never really considered myself the kind of person who readily shows any kind of extreme emotion on my face, and just for a moment I am transported back to a distant Dallas rooftop where the sun threatened to bake us both alive and where my partner and I enjoyed a few moments of playful banter before our world imploded and everything went to hell.

My panic face.

The one I told Scully didn’t exist.

The one I am pretty fucking sure I am making right now as I stand and stare at my boss who is frowning at me from his position not two feet away from where a wet spot is darkening the hue of the carpet slightly; evidence of some office-based fun that, while a nice way to break up the monotony of a boring day, could, if he notices, send Scully and I straight out the door and into a state of FBI infamy even more pronounced than where we already are.

Because fucking your partner on your office floor during the working day is frowned upon believe it or not; and why we swore we would never indulge in such a ridiculously dangerous pursuit when our relationship went from friend to lover in the blink of an eye and which has continued to gather pace like an out of control steamroller.  We agreed that lines should be drawn right from the start to retain at least some semblance of professional etiquette and for the most part we have managed to stay within those lines.  

But we are only human and while it would be easy to blame Scully for wearing one of those low-cut stretchy tops that when she bends down practically expose her nipples for the world to see or the fact that the heat of the DC summer had encouraged the wearing of those lace-topped stockings that seem to somehow hold themselves up with no apparent help or even that she whispered that she might just wear them for me later if I was a good fibbie and finished the stack of expense reports that had kept us imprisoned in the basement on this glorious day, but truthfully, we didn’t really need any other reason than we simply wanted each other; and that we couldn’t wait.

And I have to admit that the sight of Scully, head thrown back as her glorious ass sent expense reports flying in all directions when she hoisted herself onto the desk, severe pencil straight skirt rucked up to expose demure white cotton panties with just a hint of lace that were already damp with the evidence of her desire, made any semblance of rational thought just bleed right from my brain as my dick took complete control of the situation at hand.

I had dropped to my knees, hooking my arms beneath her smooth white thighs and I’m pretty sure I was growling like a dog in possession of his favourite toy as I drew her toward me and discarded her delicate undergarment with a well practised flick of my wrist before diving straight in with all the enthusiasm of a starving man suddenly plonked down in front of an ‘all you can eat’ buffet and handed a spoon.

I love eating Scully out because not only does she taste like fucking ambrosia, but also because it’s one of the only times I ever see her fully lose control of that rational, scientific mind of hers as she emits the kinds of noises from that sweet mouth that for years I fantasised about without any real hope of ever discovering firsthand how vocal she may or may not be; but be assured that the reality exceeds the fantasy in every way imaginable and slipping my fingers inside the soft, wet warmth of her while strafing her clit with my tongue is a bit like a homecoming each time and if I live to be a hundred years old I will never tire of how it makes me feel.

Now, I didn’t intend for this whole thing to be a reciprocal arrangement because frankly, when I felt her inner walls contract around my fingers as she tensed and shuddered her way through - if I do say so myself- a skillfully induced work day orgasm, I was well pleased with myself and pretty tickled that she had been the one to instigate the whole thing despite her long list of ‘do’s and don’ts in the office with your erstwhile platonic-but-not-platonic-anymore partner’  But it seemed like the post-orgasmic Scully that literally dragged me to the floor while furiously scrabbling to free my cock from the confines of the expensive dress pants that were tenting to such an extent that I wouldn’t be at all surprised to find a whole troupe of boy-scouts singing ‘ging gang goolie’ while toasting marshmallows around a campfire,  was in the grip of an endorphin rush of x-filean levels and she had no intention of taking no for an answer.

I obliged of course, I mean it would hardly be gentlemanly of me to refuse now would it?

And so I experienced, for the first time the combined agony and ecstasy as my partner grinned at me wickedly over her shoulder as she pushed that delectable little ass in the air in implicit invitation, and the feel of that cheap nylon carpet that stripped the skin off my knees with every thrust.  I wasn’t about to complain though - I mean, what’s a little pain between friends right?

I didn’t last long, certainly not my finest performance at any rate, but Scully didn’t seem to mind as she met me thrust for thrust as the sound of my balls slapping against her filled the space around us and she seemed to pull me deeper and deeper with every stroke until my mind literally went blank and white heat sent me spiralling in a vortex of pleasure that literally had me bellowing her name as I exploded into her.  

Thank fuck our office is in the basement is all I can say because I think the level of my vocal release could have roused J Edgar himself from his eternal slumbers.

And really, that should have been that.  The shit-eating grin on my face as I watched Scully rise gracefully to her feet, adjusting her skirt and running her fingers through her hair as she exited the office - I’m guessing to clean up some - should have been the only evidence of our daytime indiscretion.  

Until that is, I looked up from where I had stooped to retrieve her panties from where they still lay on the floor from earlier and, in a truly bowel-loosening moment of horrified clarity, I realised Skinner had entered the office without knocking.

My boss.

In front of me. 

While I am holding my partners dampened panties in my hand.

I mean this is my fucking boss - and he isn’t known for his sense of humour.

So I do the only thing that makes sense, I thrust my hands behind my back like a naughty kid caught next to an empty cookie jar, feeling that panic face I mentioned earlier overtake me as I force myself to keep breathing.

“What are you holding behind your back?”

Think Mulder….say something for fucksake…anything….

“Um….”

Skinner takes a step toward me, his shoe now covering that spot on the carpet that I probably should have blotted out straight away.

“I…um…..I..”

My mouth is completely dry, I mean I have faced assassins and managed to retain more saliva than I have right now and I actually feel kind of like I need to puke right there on his shiny Assistant Director shoes.

“Are you feeling alright Mulder?”

And there it is - inspiration finally fights it’s way up through the hysterical fog that has invaded my brain - as I bring the hand holding that scrap of white cotton upto my nose and with a fake sneeze that is frankly worthy of a fucking emmy award, I vigorously rub them against my nose before balling them up and shoving them in my pocket.

“Hayfever”  I supply helpfully, somewhat more in control than I was thirty seconds ago, “Pollen count is really high today.”

Skinner’s eyes drop to my pants pocket, brow furrowed as though he isn’t quite sure what he just saw.

“Lace edged Mulder?”

“It’s Scully’s she….um…she leant it to me.”

He still stands there and for the first time I notice the file he is holding in his hand.

“Did you need us for something sir?”

He inclines his head slightly and I swear to God he is sniffing the air and then he suddenly steps away from the desk, waving the file before tossing it toward me at chest level and somehow, I manage to not fumble it.

“I need you to take a look at this and let me know if it’s of interest.  I expect an answer within the hour.”

He turns to go, pausing just as he reaches the open door but not looking around, his final words ringing in my ears even as he walks away.

“And Mulder? Make sure Agent Scully is once more in full possession of that handkerchief BEFORE you leave this office.  Do I make myself clear?”

End

#this is the stupidest shit i've ever written #but it made me laugh #my fic #prompts #challenges #gasundheit

[i-love-my-exhoes]

Nascency (chapter 1)

Pairing: EXO x reader

Genre: fantasy!au

Wordcount: 3.6k

Prologue/ Chapter 2/ Chapter 3/

You felt like you were flying, never in your life had you ran this fast. You had thrown own your clothes, made a quick ponytail, skipped breakfast and ran out the door. Now you were sprinting to make it in time, and the world around you seemed to blur a little bit. You blamed it on your focus on being in time.

You were almost there when all of a sudden you saw something approach you from the corner of your eye. It was a figure covered in darkness. But you didn’t stop to see, you were late for your job after all so ain’t nobody got time for dah.

You did notice that the figure stopped to watch you, but you didn’t care. You kept running until you were in front of the tall building. It was huge and it was brilliantly made, an architectural masterpiece that should have taken years to build but somehow only ended up taking 3 months.

You checked your watch and your eyes widened, you had actually made it. But not just that, you were 3 minutes early.

‘is my clock showing the wrong time then?’ you mumbled to yourself questioningly. You couldn’t possibly have run the 10-minute walk in under 2 minutes. You shrugged it off though because it wouldn’t be the first time you got the time wrong, and you had somewhere to be.

You walked into the magnificent building and quickly passed the marble countertop of the reception. The receptionist smiled at you, she probably recognized you from last time. You went into the elevator and pressed the button to the top floor (it was Mr. Huang’s floor). The elevator shot up at an amazing speed, and you wondered whether it was trying to shoot you straight into the sky. You clenched your eyes shut. You never liked elevator rides, they made you nauseous.

The elevator doors opened and you opened your eyes, hoping no one had seen you close your eyes. To your relief, no one was around when you left the elevator. You knew Mr. Huang was around here somewhere, but you had been told he never really kept to one office but rather just walked around on his floor.

‘Are you my assistant?’ someone spoke from behind you, startling you in the progress. you jumped slightly but quickly turned towards the owner of the voice. Before you stood a beautiful man that was well dressed and snickering at you for getting started.

‘Oh my god, I actually scared you. I have never seen any-’ he burst out laughing halfway through his sentence. You pouted at him, he was making fun of you.

‘No’ he whined ‘don’t go pouting now, I didn’t mean anything by it!’ he was obviously easily winded up.

‘Yes’ you said. He looked at you in confusion. ‘Yes, I am (Y/N), your new assistant. Well, that is assuming that you are Mr. Huang’ you clarified, raising your eyebrow at your last statement.

The man let out another laugh ‘good thing it’s you, you seem awesome enough to keep me entertained’. He looked you up and down before smirking. ‘But sweety, what are you wearing? You look so, plain’.

You looked down at what you were wearing and he was right, you were wearing the plainest clothes you owned. ‘I’m sorry, I thought my good looks would make up for that’ you excused. 

‘Sweety no one in this world has looks good enough to wear dull clothes’ He told you, smirking once again. ‘Maybe you should try out some Gucci? It would suit you’ His eyes started glowing when he talked about Gucci but you blamed it to the light that shone on his eyes through one of the many windows.

‘Why not your own brand though? Shouldn’t you think your brand is better than Gucci?’ I questioned him. ‘Please, I’ve accepted Gucci will always be better than me years ago. Gucci is my main inspiration nowadays’ he explained.

You really liked your boss, he seemed like a nice person and he was fun to talk to.

‘You should call me Tao, by the way, I don’t like it when people call me Mr. Huang. I’ll feel old’ he smiled at you genuinely. ‘Also, I’m glad you weren’t late, I already have way too much time to wait for people’ His eyes seemed to glaze over as he said this. But he recovered quickly ‘But sweety as much as I already like you, I ain’t paying you to stand around and talk. So let’s get you started, shall we?’.

Your workday seemed to pass by slowly like time was going slower than it really was. But you didn’t mind, you liked your new job and you enjoyed working with Tao. You were a bit surprised that your work time was over the exact second that you actually finished your work. This satisfied you though because it meant that you were efficiënt.

You were walking back home now, enjoying the last warm beams of sunlight the sun shot at you before going down. The sun went down fast though and you were only halfway home when it did. 

Normally you wouldn’t have minded, you liked the night and the streetlights gave you enough light to not freak out. But for some reason none of the lights turned on in the street you were walking through. And as if that wasn’t suspicious enough you could see the end of the long street and the next street did have light.

You sped up. Maybe this was just a malfunction? If you could just make it to the next street everything would be normal again. And I mean what could go wrong? it was only 60 meters at most. definitely not enough time to get murdered, right?

doubt struck your mind as anxiousness tore through you, your body moving before your brain could even think about it and suddenly you were sprinting down the sidewalk once again. Only a few meters left now but you didn’t slow down, you really didn’t want to get killed at the edge of the light. That would be too much of a bummer.

right before you reached the corner something slammed into you, and suddenly there was a burst of light throughout the entire street. It came along with a roar and when you looked into the direction it came from you saw a tall figure standing in between two huge ass flaming wings. ‘YOU PIECE OF SHIT BETTER STOP RUNNING NOW’ The figure growled in a deep voice.

what the in actual fuck was happening? suddenly you felt yourself hoping the man had just stuffed some fireworks into his pockets and had let them explode, but you knew that wasn’t what had happened. Deep down you felt like all of this was familiar. But all you could really think of now was how fast those flames would end your life (according to your own completely made up calculations, that would be instantly).

‘CHANYEOL STOP, WE ARE FRIENDS!’ another voice shouted from right next to you. You gasped and turned around, you had forgotten about the thing (person apparently) that had slammed into you. On the floor was a gorgeous man with tan skin and soft looking lips, you were sure that if you had been in a different situation you would have stared at this man. But now as his gaze fell on you and his eyes widened, all you could do was suppress a scream and try to run away.

You had taken three steps away from the man on the floor (obviously running away from “Chanyeol” the terrifying pyromaniac as well) when the air in front of you rippled, you swear you could see an entirely different world in those ripples before they disappeared. And then the tan man from before was in front of you, he came out of nowhere and was exactly where the ripples were a split second earlier.

This time you were the one that slammed into the man, simply because you didn’t have the time to stop. You ran straight into his chest and for a second you were sure the both of you would fall to the floor and get burned to ashes by the pyro that was now charging at the both of you with a crazy look in his eyes, so you squeezed your eyes shut. You never felt your body hit the floor, but you didn’t open your eyes. Because not falling didn’t matter, if you were being held you couldn’t run and that meant incineration.

Nothing happened for another second until you felt something move, making you whimper softly. ‘I’m sorry, are you okay?’ The voice belonging to the man that had held you spoke to you making you realize that not only were you still alive but also that he was still holding you. You slowly opened your eyes and immediately you were met with the handsome face of the stranger that had almost gotten you killed.

‘Oh thank god, you are alright. For a second I thought you may have gotten hurt there’ he spoke, showing you a dazzling smile that somehow set you at ease. ‘I went ahead and got us out of there because Chanyeol can get destructive when he’s mad. We’re in a warehouse in your town right now, if you were wondering’ Another smile that made you feel slightly lightheaded was shot your way.

But his words got through to you, and they were right. When you looked around, you realized you were in a warehouse that was across from town from the place you two were seconds earlier.

‘H-how?’ you stuttered out weakly. ‘HOW THE FUCK IS ALL OF THIS WEIRD SHIT HAPPENING? YOU AND YOUR PSYCHO FRIEND CAME FROM OUT OF NOWHERE EARLIER! THEN HE ALMOST KILLED US WHEN HE BURST OUT INTO FUCKING FLAMES, WHICH HE DIDN’T EVEN DIE FROM! AND NOW WE MOVED ACROSS THE ENTIRE CITY WITHIN A FEW SECONDS?! AM I GETTING PUNK’D OR SOMETHING?!’ Your voice sounded hollow throughout the empty warehouse. you wiggled out of the mans grasp.

He was silent for a second but then he burst out laughing. ‘Sorry, I get that you’re scared but it’s just your choice of words was so funny’ he continued to laugh for a few seconds and his laugh was surprisingly cute. He started calming down again. ‘sorry, but when I first bumped into you I thought you were one of us. Your aura is way different from what humans usually have.’

he was freaking you out even more now, was he really comparing you to them? the guys that just popped out of nowhere and literally used super powers? If you hadn’t seen him use his powers you would have thought he was messing with you.

‘But now you know’he mumbled it and frowned. ‘I’m sorry, but I think you’ll have to come with me for now. I promise I’ll explain everything to you though! Because I guess you’re caught in this mess now too’ he whispered the last part guiltily.

He reached out to grab your arm again but you moved away from him, last time he held you in his arms he took you across town, this time he might take you farther and you were honestly not in the mood to get kidnapped.

‘No, get away from me!’ you said as he reached out again. ‘You can’t just say that I’ll need to go with you! that is not how things work, I’m not going anywhere with a stranger, especially not when that stranger almost got me killed a minute earlier!’.

He sighed deeply as if he wasn’t surprised but had hoped for you to react differently. ‘Well then, My name is Jongin but please call me Kai’ he introduced himself.

‘what are you doing?’ You questioned his strange actions and change of mood. 

He shot you another smile in return as he replied ‘I’m introducing myself, you should too’.

you knew where he was going with this, really anyone and their mother could see where he was going with this. But for some reason, maybe it was the mental exhaustion due to all the terrors you had gone through today or maybe because you were dazed because of Kai’s smile, you couldn’t see where he was going with it at that moment.

‘I’m (Y/N)’ You said as you reached to shake his hand that he had been holding out to you. The second you touched his hand, however, you could feel the world around you twist and ripple. Your eyes widened in surprise as you saw what looked like a shadow version of your world. Then the world started to spin around you, literally. The world seemed to move how Kai wanted and before you could really process anything you had just seen you two popped into another place.

‘Sorry for tricking you like that but I had to get us out of there, it wasn’t safe there. But I’ll explain now like I promised!’ Kai let go of your hand and walked through the room. 

It looked like a normal studio apartment but you knew it wasn’t, the swirling darkness you could see out of the window might have been what gave that away though. You also noticed that there wasn’t a door that led outside, so even if you could get away from Kai (who could teleport) you wouldn’t even have the slightest clue on how to get out of his house. 

So you decided to take his offer and let him explain but he insisted to get you comfortable first, you were his guest after all (his words). And so he sat you down on his couch, gave you a blanket (and wrapped you up in it when you refused to do so yourself), went to make you hot cocoa, and finally even tried to feed you fried chicken saying something about it healing your heart.

A ridiculously long time later (Kai was trying so hard to be polite that it was almost rude) you and Kai sat down on his couch both of you wrapped up in a blanket. ‘So, where should I even start?’ he wondered, probably to himself but you answered him.

‘Start with the powers’ This evening you had seen: two fully grown guys just pop into existence right in front of you, one of said fully grown guys lighting himself on fire with his mind and attacking you, the other fully grown guy travelling across a huge city in a second, and then he even brought you to his home (of which you were pretty sure wasn’t even in your world). You definitely wanted to know about the powers first.

He nodded to himself and started talking. ‘all right, so Chanyeol and I are obviously not human but you probably already figured that out’ you nodded and he continued explaining. ‘Well, we’re pretty much from another world. Or more like other worlds, because we didn’t even come from the same world but you know what I mean’ You didn’t.

‘all worlds have different inhabitants with different powers like you saw Chanyeol controlling fire while I can teleport. Even people within the same worlds can have different types of power, a friend of mine for example. He came from forests, that’s one of the worlds by the way, and most people there can grow plants easily or communicate with animals. But this guy can control the freaking ground, he can crack open the ground if he feels like it, that dude is crazy strong’ Kai continued explaining animatedly, he seemed to be enjoying talking about the worlds.

‘So there used to be thirteen worlds, one of which is earth. But three of these worlds were lost in the darkness’ as soon as Kai spoke these words, you seemed to be getting a flashback.You were surrounded by darkness and you were suffocating, you heard someone call out to you and that’s when you returned to Kai’s story. ‘This created tension between the remaining worlds, all the worlds thought at least one of the other worlds had helped the darkness take over. The worlds never really got together before, but since the disappearance, any contact between someone from another world was forbidden’.

‘And here’s where I start explaining about the situation you found me in earlier’ He shot you another million dollar grin. ‘I had a group of friends, we were exceptional, we were from all the different worlds except for earth so there were twelve of us. We met because most of us lived near portals to each other's worlds, and we had been friends for a long time when the first two worlds disappeared simultaneously. It was hard for us all, we had just lost two of our friends but we were still close friends. It was when the third world vanished that the tension reached our group too. People began accusing others and before we knew it we were fighting.’ he looked at you sadly. ‘That’s what you saw earlier, Chanyeol thinks that I’m helping the darkness, along with the rest of my people’.

you didn’t know anything about the situation (apart from what Kai had just told you) but you knew that that must have hurt,  especially since Kai doesn’t seem to be holding a grudge to any of his friends.

‘Personally, I think no one is helping the darkness. None of us have real reasons to but no one believes me when I tell them’ he looked exasperated, this is obviously really getting to the boy (of whom you already knew that he was usually bright and playful). he shook his head a little and continued. ‘You witnessed the first actual fight amongst us, a fight where one of us wants to kill the other. But please don’t think Chanyeol is crazy, he’s just scared, the world closest to the darkness is the world of light and that’s the world Baekyun, his best friend, is from.’. Kai obviously genuinely cared for his friends. Hell, he didn’t want me to think ill of Chanyeol even if he had tried to kill him.

‘So that’s what happened. Basically, Earth is the only place our group can talk to each other anymore and you got screwed by that. And if I were to take you back now, I’m pretty sure Chanyeol’d find you within five minutes cause your aura glows. And he’s a great guy, but he’d do anything for Baek so right now he’s dangerous’ Kai said his face serious and his eyes filled with sadness and hurt.

‘Kai if darkness is our enemy, then why is this house located inside of it?’ you asked the obvious question because it just seemed suspicious.

‘This is a different darkness, we are on my homeworld now.  It’s called Echo, Basically, because the people from there can travel through echo’s of other worlds but these echo’s are dark versions of the worlds. Which is why Echo itself is a dark world too. I think this is why Chanyeol thinks I’m helping the evil darkness’ He finished explaining.

‘Was the shadow world I saw the echo you traveled through?’ It was all starting to make sense now.

Kai looked confused ‘I guess you could call it that, but how did you “see” it? only people from Echo can see the echo’s, that why we’re the only ones who can travel that way’.

He looked like confused almost like he was trying his best to believe you but couldn’t. you decided to prove to him that you did see it by telling him as much as you could remember about the shadow world.

You pictured the world you and Kai had traveled through in your mind but before you could tell him anything the air around you rippled. The last thing you saw before you shot into an echo was Kai’s astonished face.

The echo was moving underneath you like it had done when you traveled with Kai but you didn’t know why, or how, and you feared that you were going to be stuck here forever. Thankfully you didn’t have to fear for that long because after a few seconds of the echo moving around you appeared in your living room.

‘AAAAAAH’ a deep voice shouted from right in front of you. Your reaction, of course, was screaming back right into his face.

after a minute of shouting the both of you got quiet and you took a second to assess the man that had broken into your house. He was freakishly tall, he had a slight bump on his nose but it suited his face and somehow made him even more attractive, he had the cutest ears and his face looked like it had been made for a god.

‘You scared me’ The huge-ass burglar with a voice as deep as the ocean pouted at you, you had to resist the strong urge to laugh.

‘You’re the one that broke into my house, don’t go blaming me for scaring you!’ You replied, there’s no way in hell you’ll let this telephone pole guilt trip you just because he’s cute.

‘I didn’t break in, you weren’t here but I was looking for you so I went in’ He looked like he truly thought that that would make him innocent of burglary, sadly for him, it does not.

‘That’s still breaking in if I don’t know you!’ you probably sounded exasperated by now, because this hot idiot wasn’t getting anything you said. It went straight through his adorable ears.

He grinned mischievously and stuck out his hand. oh no, you were not falling for this again. Kai may have gotten you last time because he caught you off-guard but you were not letting this adorable retard trick you. ‘Hi, I’m Chanyeol’ This?! This was the man from before? The guy Kai had just warned you about? You were so shell-shocked that you shook his hand.

 ‘I’m (Y/N)’.

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[didsomebodysaychaos]

An abandoned outline for a story I nicknamed “The Pirate Story”

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Most epic adventures don't start out with an application and an insurance waiver. That's why Freyja-Frey for short, thank you very much- was confused when, after having promptly sunk the ship she was on along with everyone else aboard, the pirates who had taken her prisoner handed her her suitcase, then asked her, rather kindly, if she would mind filling out some paperwork.

BEFORE ALL THAT SHIT HAPPENED ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Freyja packed up all the stuff she cared about into a single suitcase, all the while making various disgruntled noises. She was being forced to move across the Atlantic Ocean to *get married* of all things. Having discovered she was asexual almost six years ago at the age of thirteen, Frey was thoroughly DONE with the assumption that she was going to get hitched to some rich douchebag in Portugal, of all places. She didn't even speak Portuguese, for crying out loud! If that wasn't bad enough, her family insisted she take a ship there. Bluh Bluh Bluh.

Frey was frogmarched from the ship she had been on and onto the pirates' ship, where she was promptly restrained. She was vaguely proud of the fact that, in the process of being restrained, she had managed to claw one pirate's arm. *Huh. Turns out those damned acrylics Mother Dearest made me get are good for something,* Frey thought. After attempting to use the aforementioned plastic nails to saw through the rope restraining her and failing (and realizing exactly why people with acrylics hated having broken nails so much), Frey contented herself with heckling the pirates as they went back and forth between the two ships. "You call that a jump? My grandmother could do better, and she's in a wheelchair!", "Are y'all just taking your time or are you so idiotic you haven't realized there's a hold full of valuables yet?", and "If y'all unloaded any slower, you'd be moving backwards!" were just a few of the myriad of insults yelled. Frey got so caught up in her heckling (which she was enjoying quite a bit) that she failed to notice the awed looks the crew were shooting her, as well as the muttered comments about how she would make a good <captain? first mate? idk>. The captain was especially amused by her antics, chuckling quietly as he started inventory on the freshly-stolen goods.

"Sorry about the rough treatment earlier. We had to make sure that if there were any survivors, they wouldn't spread the story that we offer people jobs on the ship instead of taking prisoners."<said> a man with a mop of brown hair. Still thoroughly confused, Frey asked the only question on her mind. "What the actual fuck is going on?" she exploded. "Why do you guys want to hire me, anyways? Oh GODS, is this some kind of pervy thing? Cause let me tell y'all, I'd rather jump off the ship into a shark's mouth than sleep with any of you guys." The expressions of the crew ranged from shocked to amused as they all worked together to move the sunken ship's cargo belowdecks. "What? No! Why would we-Ohhhh. You think that since it looks like there are only men on this ship except for you, we're all desperate for release. Well, normally, you wouldn't be wrong. Luckily for all of us, there are a few misconceptions in that statement. First of all, there are other women on the ship, as well as some people who don't identify with the gender binary. Also, all of us don't limit our romantic and sexual interests to people of the opposite gender. In fact, all the people on this ship were rescued from being mistreated or even killed because they're interested in other people of the same gender, or don't like the gender they were born as and want to change genders, or fluctuate between a few. That reminds me, I forgot to ask: What's your name, pronouns, and orientation?" Brown Hair Guy asked. "My chosen name is Freyja, Frey for short, no you can't know my given name. I've honestly never thought about what pronouns I'd choose, and my orientation is no," replied Frey with a wry smirk. "None of the above, not interested, can I have cake instead?" Frey's dry sarcasm elicited more than a few amused huffs from various members of the crew, including Brown Hair. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Frey. Nice namesake, by the way. I'm Jormungandr, Jor for short. I'm the captain of this ship, the *<World Serpent? IDK>." said the man, apparently called Captain Jormungandr. Frey was, again, confused. "What do you mean, namesake? I found the name Freyja in a book of names in my parents' library, and decided it fit better than what I used to be called." Frey asked. "Well, both of our names come from one of the oldest mythos that exists, which many people consider to be very close to the truth. Your name is shared with the goddess of war, love, magic, and gold, among other things. My name comes from the name of the serpent that is said to encircle the world, sleeping at the bottom of the ocean until Ragnarok, the end of the world." "Huh. That's cool." "Yep! Anyways, back to the boring stuff. What do you say to the job offer?" "Hmmm...Let's see. You sunk my parents' ship, made it so I can't get to where I was being sent, and killed anyone who could send help to get me where my parents were sending me. Hell yeah, I'll take the job! You saved my ass from a forced arranged marriage with some rich douchebag in Portugal!" "Oh really? What was the person's name?" "Uhhhhh... I don't remember. I've just been calling him Mr. Douchebag." "Well then. Guess we'll keep an eye out for anyone flying the Portuguese flag." "If we find him, I have just one request." "What is it?" "I get first dibs." She grinned maliciously. A few of the men shivered at her sudden shift from

Important genderfluid name shturf Unusual pronoun set Frey uses sometimes: Ze/Zir/Zirs. As in "Oh, that's zirs" "Ze left an hour ago" "That's zir jacket" Boyfriend/Girlfriend/Enbyfriend(or SO/significant other or MINE)

Who to write in and as who ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Miss A (Long, blackish brown hair, green eyes, glasses, mega bitch): some kind of snooty, stuck-up governess who tries to get Frey to "act like a proper lady" and Frey's like "Bitch what part of 'WE'RE RAIDING YOUR SHIP' do you not get? Also, not a girl right now." and miss A is like "My goodness! Such language!" and Frey fuckin' smirks and just starts swearing a blue streak for no reason. Jor hears them, goes to see if something's wrong, and sees Frey grinning like a loon with Miss A looking like she's gonna faint. Frey just says "So this dumbass basically asked for it. Told me to act like a proper lady." and Jor just does the Obama "seems legit" face, laughs, and proceeds to empty the room of valuables and supplies while the sputtering governess is just like "Oh goodness! Stop that! Come back!" and Frey and Jor just start fuckin' cackling then in sync yell "SUCK MY DICK" and walk off, still cackling

[finding Douchebag scene: One day they target the ship of Mr. Douchebag, and the whole crew's like "Oh no" and frey's like "OH YES" and she's literally the only one to board the ship, but she takes out EVERYONE through sheer anger, and you can hear her yelling "THAT WAS FOR TRYING TO MARRY A NINETEEN YEAR OLD, AND THAT WAS FOR TRYING TO MAKE ME MOVE TO PORTUGAL, AND THAT? THAT WAS BECAUSE I FELT LIKE IT" and Jor's just like "That's mah girl" and everyone else is like "Holy shit it's a good thing she's on our side"]

"Ship off to starboard! Flying the Portuguese flag!" *Excited Frey noises* "Hand me the <spyglass? Telescope? IDK>." Frey looks over and starts cackling rather loudly "Alright y'all can relax. I can handle this one. It's *HIM*." everyone is like "Oh shit, on your own?" Jor is like "Guys. This is Mr. Douchebag we're talking about. The only thing we should worry about is securing their ship to ours and thinking about how much fun this is gonna be to watch" Jor steers the ship over, and the crew make sure to use those holdy rope thingies Frey fuckin' vaults onto the other ship screaming "DOUCHEBAG YOU USELESS FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK" For a while, the only things you can hear are angry/sadistic Frey noises, screams, and blood spattering. Then she gets ahold of him and fuckin' drags him up to the deck hogtied, and says "I found him. Y'all wanna watch this next part?" and everyone's torn between staying and going to watch Frey fuck the guy up. Jor tells the first mate to stay behind and make sure nothing goes horribly wrong, then goes to the other ship, sneaks down into the galley, gets SOME FUCKIN' POPCORN, and sits down to watch Frey do the classic "You done fucked up, it's torture time for you and rant time for me" thing. [end]

[Weapons training scene, use whenever] "So, we figured since you're on our crew and all, you should have some weapons training." "Oh, cool! So, what weapon will we be starting with?" "Well, we figured you'd rather have something that didn't take as much physical strength, so we're gonna start you off with a pistol." *Amused, condescendingish laughter* "You do realize I have quite a bit of physical strength, right? After all, who do you think moved half the cargo from that Cuban ship while y'all were dealing with the guards?" "Alright then, what weapon would *you* like to learn how to use?" "Hmmmm...Oh, hello"(practically purred) "This is mine now" (pointing at cutlass) *under breath*"Should've known you'd like the sharp, pointy things." (LATER) Frey is slicing the shit outta a training dummy and saying "Did I forget to mention I was trained in fencing? Got to Nationals one year!" and everyone is even more terrified of pissing her off. [end scene]

[Snake eye scene] It was half past midnight, and there was no moon. Frey was wandering the decks aimlessly, Jor not far away, when she saw a glow under the water off the port side that reminded her of Jor's eyesocket tattoos. However, there was one key difference: The glowing area was MASSIVE. She padded over to the glowing water, and froze. Underneath the murky waters, a  golden, slit-pupil eye easily four times the size of the ship stared back at her. As soon as she recovered from the initial shock, she tried to get Jor's attention. "Jor! Get over here! You're gonna wanna see this!" she hissed. "What is it? Is it one of those glowing squid again?" he murmured back, already on his way over. "No. It... Uh... Well, it looks like your namesake." Frey muttered as Jor peered over the side of the ship. Immediately upon looking down, his jaw dropped and he began to murmur something in what sounded like Old Norse.

One time some dumbass on a ship they're raiding tries to flirt with/do the naughty dance with Frey. He's like "Hey, hot stuff. How about you come back to my cabin and I show you a good time" and Frey looks at him with this "You dumbass/wait what the fuck" look, and he keeps going and Frey's holding in zir laughter until Jor walks by with the guy's money and shit and makes an amused snorting noise. Suddenly Frey just LOSES IT and starts dying of laughter and the guy's like "What's so funny" and Jor just turns around, tilts his head back, and yells "ZE DOESN'T WANNA FUCK YOU" (a la that one guy from a slap on titan) and just walks away howling with laughter. The guy gets offended and tries to go after Jor, but Frey stops him  and pulls out zir sword and the guy's like "Whoa there where'd you get that? A nice girl like you shouldn't have things like that" and the ENTIRE CREW JUST FREEZES and Frey's like "Care to repeat that?" so he DOES and everyone's like "Hooo boy he's dead" and Frey just says "Okay, fine. I'll go below-decks with you. I wanna show you something" and ze basically drags him off to somewhere dark belowdecks, then turns around and just says "Boo" and since zir tattoos are glowing THE GUY PRACTIALLY PISSES HIMSELF and tries to run but Frey blocks the exit, and does a Chaotic Neutral-style murder (aka just desserts style) and like 10 minutes later ze comes back on deck fuckin' covered in blood, and Jor's just like "The scare 'em and pare 'em thing again?" and Frey's just like "Yep! He nearly pissed himself!" and Jor's just...SO GONE for zem. Like, he starts calling zem "Mina hjarta" which means "My beloved heart" in either old english or old norse or maybe a mix of both I don't remember but it's just SO CUTE and hE SLIPS UP AND CALLS HIM THAT ONLY ONCE AND IT'S THE SCENE WHERE FREY ALMOST DIES and when Frigg shows up she sees Jor cradling Frey's body like he's made of glass, and after Frey's healed, Frigg's just like "oh btw adorable nickname for your not-bf" and they both just fuckin' FREEZE and Jor says "W-WHAT DO YOU MEAN NOT-BOYFRIEND?! WE'RE JUST FRIENDS!" at the same time as Frey says "Well, guess THAT cat's out of the bag. Also, thanks for checking pronouns" and Frigg is just...So Done(TM) and is like "OH FOR MY SAKE JUST KISS ALREADY" BECAUSE DEUS EX MACHINA IS THE BEST and Jor's just like wait how did you know about the nickname and Frey is like "You do realize like half the crew's psychic and you're loud, right?" and Frigg just starts snickering because JOR'S FACE IS THE *EXACT* COLOR OF A TOMATO and HE SOUNDS LIKE A SKIPPING CD AND IT'S HILARIOUS

[Frey's coming out scene!] "Hey Jor?" "Yeah?" "Uhh...I've been thinking about the question you asked me when I first joined the crew." "Which one is that?" "The one about which pronouns I prefer. I've been going around and talking to a whole bunch of the crewmates who changed their pronouns, and it made me realize something." "Mmmm?" "Jor, I...Uh...I think I'm genderfluid." The words came out in a rush. "Alright then," He smiled gently, "Which pronouns would you like me to use for you right now?" "Right now, I'm nonbinary, so they/them works for me." "Do you still want to be called Frey, or is there another name you'd like me to use?" "Well, Frey's a gender-neutral name, so I'll stick with it" They grinned. "Looks like I made the perfect name choice back then" "It would seem so" Jor chuckled softly AAAAAAAAAAAAAA THEY'RE SO SOFT I CAN'T ASOJDLGJDFLKGDFLOEIRJEDFNKV

Things Frey will say to scare the crap out of people "You know, having a hangover is exactly what it feels like to thirst to death. I wonder what would happen if you combined the two." "I heard you can kill someone if you hook them up to a water IV. By the way, are you a light or a heavy sleeper?"

Somehow work in the phrase "Entire countries haven't known what to charge me with for *years*, and you got it in a glance. That's kinda hot"

Description of peeps Freyja (Frey for short, birth name Francine or some shit, no last name bc she renounced it): Skin color: PALE AS FUCK at first then tan Hair:reddish-brown, wavy, reaches little bit below shoulders Eye color: Height:5'4" Build: Not very curvy, but has a fencer's muscle combined with enough muscle to have the upper body strength to do acrobatic pirate shit Personality: WILL kick your ass, but has a soft spot the size of the sun if she trusts you (fuck up ONCE and you're in the doghouse for a LONG time) Outfit: baggy but easy to move in pants and a loose t-shirt, uses a cloth strip to keep her hair back

Captain (Jormungandr, Jor for short): Skin color: Very tan Hair: Windblown, medium brown, cut shortish Eye color: this gorgeous golden color that he was bullied for (got called "snake boy" a LOT) Height: 5'10"ish Build: Pretty thin but with whipcord muscle Personality: Kind of laid-back but still keeps the crew in line, will let Frey kick your ass if you pissed them both off, but if you hurt Frey you're F U C K E D Outfit: Celebrity lookalike bit Personality: Jack Sparrow meets Appearance: Voice: Brandon Urie-ish

Crew members' names (need anywhere from 25-125, with around 40-80 being a deceint amount): Sigyn [Norse goddess of ](Trans mtf), Kali[goddess of ], Caerus [Greek god of opportunity, luck, and favorable moments], Phobos [Greek god of fear] and Deimos [Greek god of dread and terror](Twins/boyfriends? IDK?)(Part of raiding party), Babd Catha (Celtic goddess of war. Symbolizes life, enlightenment, wisdom, and imspiration. Name can mean "boiling", "battle raven", and "scald-crow". Has cauldron filled with boiling mixture that produced all life. Other spellings are Badhbh, Badb, Banba), Bel (Celtic fire and sun god, also god of purification, science, fertility, crops, and success. Symbolizes element of fire, health. Closely connected with druids.),

Scene where they're on this island where there's some kind of drug (Weed? Lotus flowers? I DUNNO) and EVERYONE on the island is addicted. Like, you walk through the streets and people are just sitting around mumbling things. The song High by Sir Sly would ABSOLUTELY be in the background. The crew'd all have bandannas around their noses and mouths to avoid breathing anything in, because none of them wanted to get addicted to something like that. (Some of the crew's parents mad trouble with drugs/alcohol)

Captain: Jor First mate: Quartermaster[in charge of supplies and in charge of dealing with minor problems]: Sailing Master[navigation and piloting]: Gunners(leaders of artillery groups[4-6 men per gun]. Watch for safety and usually aim the cannons): Boatswains[supervisors]: Surgeon(s): Airmid (Celtic goddess of medicinal plants. Can revive the dead), Cook(s): Cooper[in charge of maintaining barrels]: Carpenter[maintained ship's wood]: Musicians: Angus Og (Celtic; Has harp that plays irresistible music) Mates[Apprentices to ppl w/ big jobs]: Riggers[worked rigging and unfurled/furled sails]: Mages: Mostly just raiders: Arawn (Celtic god of the underworld, terror, revenge, and war),

People who are just kind of existing around the world as Frigga's "disciple"y people: Arianrhod (Deity of Air element, reincarnation, full moons, time, karma, retribution), Aine of Knockaine (Celtic goddess of love and fertility, later known as fairy queen. Goddess related to moon, crops, and farms/cattle. Revered among herbalists and healers and is said to be rreponsible for body's life force.), Artio (Celtic wildlife goddess), Blodeuwedd (Celtig maiden form of triple goddess. Symbolizes wisdom, lunar mysteries, initiations. Helps gardens and children grow), Flidais (Celtic goddess of forest, woodlands, and wild things.),

Frigg's alt. IDs: Anu (Goddess of manifestation magic, moon, air, fertility, prosperity, plenty. Mother earth goddess and maiden aspect of Morrigu)

Brighid (Celtic goddess of fire and water, in charge of midwifery, healing, crafts, smiths, poetry, and inspiration; basically human potential. Possibly began as a sun goddess. Imbolc is her day. Aka Brigit, Brigid, Brigindo, Bride)

Cernunnos (Celtic god of virility, life, animals, forests, and the underworld. Symbolizes element of earth, love, fertility, death, the virile male aspect, and the dark half of the year. Sacred animals are bull, ram, stag, and horned serpents. AKA Cerowain, Cernenus)

Cerridwen(Celtif moon, grain, and nature goddess. Patron of poets, greatest of all the bards. Symbolizes luck, earth, death, fertility, regeneration, inspiration, the arts, science, poetry, and astrology. Sacred animal is a white sow.)

Cyhiraeth(Celtic goddess of streams, her scream fortells death)

Dagda (God of earth/all father. God of death. Symbols are harp, 2 swine, and bottomless cauldron of plenty)

Danu (Celtic goddess of rivers, water, wells, prosperity, magick, and wisdom. Patroness of wizards)

Diancecht(Celtic god of healing and medicine. Sacred to druids bc healing powers. Lost hand, got new one made of silver, then got his hand back. Killed his own son bc he was a better healer.)

Don (Celtic Queen of Heavens and goddess of air and sea. Ruled over land of the dead, corresponds to Danu. Symbolizes control of the elements, the moon)

Druantia(Celtic Queen of the Druids. Fir goddess and mother of tree calendar. Symbolizes protecc, knowledge, creativity, passion, sex, fertility, growth, trees, and forests.)

Dylan (Celtic sea god. Silver fish is symbol)

Goibhniu (Celtic god of blacksmiths, weapon-makers, brewing. AKA great smith)

Gwydion (Warrior and magician god, god of enchantment, illusion, magick. Symbol is white horse)

Llew Llaw Gyffes (Celtic god of harpers, healing, poets, smiths,

TITLE IDEAS ~~~~~~~~~~~ Rainbow Sea Of Pride and <Truth? Love? Becoming? Joy? Blessings?> The Pride of the Chosen Few A Pride of Pirates Of Snakes and Wings

Hello naughty children it's anachronism time ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Doesn't exist ------------- Planes Freight ships (like the metal behemoth ones) Cars Coal power plants (They're mostly/all ocean wave-based, solar, and wind-based) Oil-based plastic (they figured out how to make it out of corn!) Big factories (Most things are still made local)

Exists ------ Homophobia Pride flags Acrylics Glow in the dark tattoos (Bioluminescence FTW!) MAGIC(BUT SCIENCEY MAGIC)

How le fack magic works ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Healing: Basically able to release pulses of bioelectrical energy from hands (esp. fingertips) that communicates to the body "Okay, you gotta heal faster! Go make more xyz cells!". Takes a lot out of both the person healing and the person being healed. (unless you're frigg. frigg doesn't give a frigg about logic) Can also send electrical "orders" to make muscles relax. Massage w/ healing magic built in is A M A Z I N G Fighting: Basically sending conflicting and overloading signals to the person's nerves and muscles via touch (most of their weapons are staffs and the like coated with a superconductor so they don't have to actually TOUCH the person)

HOLY SHIT COMBINE THIS WITH THAT PAINTING PROMPT AND HAVE IT WHERE PLANES WERE NEVER INVENTED BC THEY'RE BAD FOR THE ATMOSPHERE BUT THEY FOUND ALTERNATIVES FOR MOST THINGS IUSDHUDIFJVHN IN THIS FRIGG'S CHOSEN ONES ARE THE GAYS(TM) ASDFGHJKJ WHAT IF WHEN THEY DO RAIDS AT NIGHT THEY HAVE GLOW IN THE DARK TATTOOS SO THEY SCARE THE CRAP OUTTA THE ASSHATS THEY'RE RAIDING

SHIPS CAPTAINS CAN MARRY PPL JOR OFFICIATES J=HIS WEDDING TO FREY FOR LAUGHS BUT RIGHT AFTER IT STARTS FRIGG SHOWS UP AND DOES IT :D

[Sleep deprived ramblings] Fuckin what if Frey gets pissed off and somehow fuckin summons Kali into her body She's like "HELLO MOTHAFUCKA HEY HI HOW YA DURN BOW DOWN BITCHES" and there's just blood and fire everywhere and she's got glowing extra arms, like a LOT of extra arms, and she's just glowing blue, and Jor's like "Oh shit what just happened?" then Frey's like "Oh they pissed me off a little too much btw gimme banan and choc" and he's just like FRIGG HELP US ALL IS SHE GONNA BE LIKE THIS EVERY MONTH and Frey's just like "IDK depends" and then goes back to being her best Kali self and the ship they're raiding just kind of... disintegrates right after she's done and the THOUSAND FUCKING GLOWING ARMS just fade away and Jor's like "Feel any better?" and Frey's like "Eh? Kind of??" and everyone just kind of collectively pisses themselves a little.

FREY DOES THE DICKING DOWN SOMETIMES AND JOR'S A POWER BOTTOM [End]

The glowy bits look like ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Frey ~~~~ Face: Bright turquoise in eye sockets and on eyelids, but more drippy blood red below eyesockets down to jawbone. Chest: Gold swirly thing on collarbone Back: White feathery wings with red bloodstains Arms:Gold bands around forearms, red on hands that looks like blood dripping off Abdomen: Legs:

Jor ~~~ Face: Yellow in his eye sockets and on his eyelids, with a black bit so that his eyes look like snake eyes when he closes 'em, GLOWING CANINE TEETH Chest: patches of green, red, and glowing black scales that get bigger as they go down Back: more parches of scales Arms: Ghostly blue snakes coiling around his arms all the way to the shoulders Abdomen: gradually becoming more and more snakeskin covered from top to bottom Legs:

What if I bring in a whole bunch of stuff from ancient myths? They're definitely gonna be sailing along one night and the ocean will seem to have a golden glow and they'll look down and see one MASSIVE (like, 5 or 10 times the size of the boat) glowing amber-yellow snek eye looking up at them

One day, Frey gets hurt in a night raid (like, bad gash bad, not OH SHIT SHE GON' DIE bad that's a different bit) and Jor FUCKING LOSES IT, calls everyone back, and CHARGES ABOARD THE OTHER SHIP IN FULL GLOW MODE AND just says "Hello naughty children. It's murder time." and then just...Death and destruction to the asshats. When he's done, he comes back fucking COVERED in blood and Frey looks at him all worried and he says "Don't worry, none of it's mine" and Frey's just like "K good" nad everyone's like "Yeah they're meant for each other now if they would just GET THEIR HEADS OUT THEIR ASSES"

Another time, Frey gets hurt bad enough to be almost dead and Jor kills the one who did it but then afterwards he's just all sad and when Frey's about to die he prays to Frigg and FRIGG SHOWS UP LIKE "Hey, don't worry my child/friend. I'll heal her. After all, this ship is full of my chosen ones" and everyone's like WAIT WAT DE FAK and she stays and tells them the story of the other blurb I wrote and she's like "Yeah and this is the FIRST TIME someone has asked me for help in the last thousand years guys what the fuck" and everyone's like "Oh yeah monotheism took over and fucked shit up" and Frigg's like W H A T THIS IS NOT PERMIT and goes off pocahontas style to kick ass and take away people's monotheism cards.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA SHOULD JOR BE A FATHER/UNCLE FIGURE OR A ROMANTIC INTEREST HELP Mmmmmmmm...Lurve, but Frey gon' be genderfluid, so this is gonna be a fun ride

Animatic to phietto remix of lone digger where the beginning sound fade in fade out thingies are warning shots, the bass coming in is the footsteps of the pirates boarding, and the shit rlly starting is when Frey gets stolen, then it cuts to a montage of the beginning

THE GAY PIRATE NERDS HAVING DANCE(GAVOTTE?) NIGHTS THAT ALWAYS WND UP TURNING INTO ORGY NIGHTS And Frey is just in the corner/on deck like "Oh look there's all SORTS of nope over/down there. Lots and lots of nope! I don't want any, thanks" and she doesn't realize she yelled this aloud until the orgy devolves into laughter

FREY AND JOR DRINKING CONTEST WHERE THEY BOTH DRINK "EXTRAOOOOOOOOOOOOORDINARY AMOUNTS OF ALCOHOL" AND THEN GO ON A RAID AND EVERYONE'S TERRIFIED BECAUSE THEY'RE BOTH CRAZY DRUNKS (Frey tying herself to the front of the ship and shrieking IM A MERMAID BITCHESSSSSSSSSSSS)

Jor started the pirate ship because he was abused by his mother. His mother verbally and emotionally abused him, and when he tried speaking up for himself, he got yelled at and called horrible, horrible things. He eventually couldn't take it and left, saying he would never return. He packed up everything he owned into satchels and bags and joined a crew. He was safe there, until something went horribly wrong, and everyone onboard died except for him. He rechristened the ship, and began doing what he does now. However, certain swear word combos will make him flinch. The crew know this, so they have an unspoken list of "You can swear, but you can't use these specific combos" going on

PLAYLIST ~~~~~~~~ Writing it: doing it right daft punk

Actual themes: Lone digger phietto remix Little swing aron chupa

Frey: Confident demi lovato Black betty caravan palace <Maybe>

Jor: The Greatest Show Panic At The Disco

OH SHIT IS FREYJA THE GODDESS OF FANFIC? AFTER ALL, LUST, WAR, LOVE, DEATH, FERTILITY. BESICALLY FANFIC. Again, if anybody wants to flesh this out or add something to it, feel free! Just please don’t steal it or use it without credit

#yes i know there are an ungodly number of typos #i write using txt files #because my computer hates google drive and anything related to it #i think my computer might be a microsoft loyalist #my writing #pirate story #raging dumpster fire #outline #story outline #semi-abandoned project #image prompt #prompt based #prompt based writing #writing