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sxdmoonchxld · 4 years

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Proven Wrong | KTH

Taehyung x reader

Words: 4k+

Genre: smut

Warnings: Rough Sex, Oral Sex, Fingerfucking, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Cunnilingus, Begging, Multiple Orgasms, Very Big Dick Tae, Like Scary Big, Like Gut Splitting Big, Unrealistic Sex, Belly Bulge, Bad Dirty Talk, Unprotected Sex, Gets A Little Dubious Consent Towards The End

Summary: You call his dick small. He proves that it’s not, by wrecking your pussy ;)

a/n: again i use to be lizardsocial. this was my most popular story on here so im bringing it back as well. i think you can find the original one on here somewhere. i don’t expect it to get half as many notes it did the first time but thas okai. i’ve edited kinda heavily so it's a little different from the original. its filthier. anywhos. Enjoy!

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Loud music blasted throughout your apartment, the rumbling bass from the speakers reverberated through your bedroom walls. Pictures and posters rippled with each vibration, struggling to retain their original position. You groaned in annoyance, you honestly thought your request was quite simple. Just a couple of hours. 120 minutes of quietness was all you asked for so that you could study for your upcoming calculus test. He knew how important this exam was to you. He evened 'pinky promise, cross your heart hope to die'. That he would give you the silence needed to stay focused. And everyone knew you don't break a pinky promise.

Even now in your annoyance, his voice still played on a constant loop in your head.

"Oh! Yea ___, not a problem. I can keep it quiet for you. So don't you worry a hair on your pretty little head!" Taehyung had said, waving his hand in the air feigning nonchalance.

That cute signature boxy smile of his planted face. You actually thought that for once he would keep his word, and you could get some precious studying time, but no. The tiny 2-bedroom shared apartment was full of heavy jazz music and high-pitched shrieking from what sounded like a cat being skinned alive. Who even listens to jazz music when trying to fuck?

The last thread of patience had now been pulled too thin and finally snapped. Your desire to study was gone with the wind, and in its place, irritability and wrath began to take root. You slammed your laptop closed and threw it to the end of the bed along with your papers and textbook. Jumping out of bed, you stomped your way out of the bedroom, eyes searching frantically for your target.

"Taehyung!" You yelled once you began to process the scene that was in front of you. The living room was in shambles, Taehyung's phone was hooked up to the speaker, the volume loud enough you swore angels in heaven could hear. An empty soda bottle, chip bags and clothes littered the floor. Don't even get you started on the couch pillows! Your one of a kind thrift finds were strewn all over the place. You felt your blood pressure rising, the vein at your temple fattening in rage and pulsing wildly. Your jaw threatening to ache from how hard you were grinding your teeth out of anger.

Your eyes investigated the vicinity for Taehyung and low and behold there he was on the now bare couch. Lying underneath him was the source of the vexatious screeches. He was dry humping on some random chick with his mouth fiercely attached to her neck, deep purple bruises vivid from where you stood across the room. You rolled your eyes at the pair. You knew damn well Taehyung's thin lips and weak thrusts didn't call for all that useless screaming.

You stomped over to the speaker, your sock padded feet slapping against the hardwood floor, and yanked the cord from the wall. Already the apartment was halfway quiet except for the banshee that was still squawking her head off.

"Hey! Shut the fuck up with all that noise!" You roared, scaring the girl and finally bringing their attention to your heated figure. Taehyung separated his lips from the girl's neck with a wet smack dislodging himself from between her spread thighs.

"Y/n, so nice of you to join us. How is studying going?" Taehyung spoke with a grin plastered on his handsome face. You resisted the urge to reach out and slap it off. He knew that you couldn't or anybody for a fact, could study with all the noise that was just previously filling the confines of the apartment. Yet here he was playing with the smidge of patience you had left by trying to simulate naiveté.

"All I asked was for you to be silent so that I could study for my upcoming test, and you said that you would. But instead, I am interrupted by your noisy ass music. Jazz music at that and this bitch here screaming at the top of her lungs!" You growled out between clenched teeth. The female gasped at your words embarrassment transforming her features, while Taehyung sat there with a blank look on his face, apparently unamused with your little rant.

"Oh my! Please excuse my rude roommate Mino. Obviously, her parents forgot to teach her basic manners. Let me walk you to the door." Taehyung spoke his fluffy curls swaying with the shakes of his head. A look of disappointment aimed your way as he began helping her gather her things and walking her to the front door.

"Umm, actually my name is Mina." She corrected Taehyung, but you could see it on his face that he could care less about the girl's name. Taehyung looked at her for a few seconds, as if he was processing the correct information of the girl's name.

"Yeah. Mona, that's what I said, isn't it?" Taehyung deadpanned, pushing her through the front door. Mina huffed at the fact that Taehyung continued to get her name wrong. You observed the pitiful interaction as you began to clean up the mess they made. You could tell from the look in Mina's eyes that she wanted more with Taehyung, but you knew that would never happen. Taehyung was a manwhore, a fuckboy, man thot, whatever the preferred term was. He had a new girl every night, and if he did try the whole "relationship smorgasbord" as he called it. The relationship usually didn't last for more than a week, before he was on to his next conquest.

"Tae?" You questioned meekly.

"Hmm?" He hummed head-turning slightly in your direction.

"Why do you do these things to me." You were genuinely curious as to why he made it his mission to push your every button. This wasn't the first time his action has hindered you from completing an important task. You just didn't understand why he chose to make your life more complicated than it already was.

"Awe is little __ j-jealous?" Taehyung taunted in a high-pitched voice used to entertain babies or puppies.

"Huh?!" You gasped choking on your saliva. Shit, you almost gave yourself whiplash with how fast you swung your neck to make full eye contact.

"Did you wish that was you, I was grinding on?" Taehyung continued to taunt as he walked into the kitchen to rinse his mouth out with water. That Mina girl had put way too much perfume on her neck. Now he was left with a sour aftertaste in his mouth. It tasted cheap, and Taehyung didn't do cheap.

If he was sincere with himself, he did wish it was you he was giving all his attention instead of these random girls. He considered you cute and innocent, with an air of sexiness. That he was pretty sure you weren't conscious of. In all actuality, Taehyung was smitten with you from the first time he saw when you came to ask about the roommate needed sign he had posted. The cute little freshman with a quirky personality and full of ambition. Those first 10 minutes of meeting you had him sprung like no other. You were way different from the usual girls he was used to. Which shouldn't be much of a surprise since most just wanted to fuck, have money spent on them. Oh! Of course, the bragging rights, that they actually got to fuck THE Kim Taehyung.

Don't get him wrong, there had been a countless amount of times he had tried to gain your attention. But you were too busy holed up in your room with your pretty little head stuck in a book to give him the time of day. So instead Taehyung reverted back to his middle school ways and chose to torment and irritating you as a way to receive some type of reaction from you. He would take whatever he could get, he was becoming that desperate.

"What exactly did I have to be jealous of? You do know she was faking it right? I didn't think you to be so naive Tae, because you and I both know that them thin ass lips-" You stopped to point at the box that made up his mouth. "And that speck in your pants that you call a dick can't make anyone scream." You declared assuredly, moving your pointer finger down to his crotch. Pride and confidence swelled in your chest at the insult thrown at him. 'Good one __'

Taehyung spat out the water he was swishing around in his mouth and whipped his head in your direction. Did you just stand there and try to insult his manhood? Nah, clearly his hearing had to be a little off, right?

"Excuse me, what did you just say? My ears must be failing me." Taehyung said wiping the stray droplets of water from his mouth, sticking a finger in his ear to loosen the imaginary earwax there. Amused, he sauntered towards you, a ghost of a smirk rising on his face.

"You heard me, Mr.Kim. Your micropenis couldn't pleasure anything but your hand if even that." You said backing up, as he prowled closer to you, his shoulder in a tense bunch raised close to his ears. Any amusement his face could have held was gone, in its place was a dark, unreadable expression. His mouth fixed in a firm line, and the tip of his ears blossomed red. Flames of anger and lust flashing in his chocolate eyes.

"My sweet __, nothing about me is little. I can guarantee that." Taehyung growled out, his already deep voice deepened in tone. You scoffed trying to portray indifference but continued backing away from his advancing until your back made contact with the wall. Shit.

Taehyung placed his hands beside your head, caging you in. Your eyes fluttered softly as you breathe in his rich cologne encased your senses, dark, woodsy with just a hit of a floral note. His eyes roamed your face, taking in your features before settling on your lips. You self-consciously licked them before tucking them between your teeth. Taehyung leaned his face closer to yours.

"Such a pretty little mouth you have. Has anyone told you how troublesome it could be though?" Taehyung questioned, his thumb on his left coming up to your upper lip.

You could feel your heart beating against your ribcage, feel your cheeks heat up, and dare you say; a gush of wetness in the seat of your boy shorts. The sexual tension was too powerful for your weak defences. Against your better judgment, you let your eyes flutter closed, and lips pucker expectantly anticipating the moment his lips would meet yours. Except Taehyung had other plans.

He shifted his head to the right, placing a gentle kiss on the lobe of your ear. Slowly moving his lips up to the outer shell of your ear.

You couldn't help the surprised moan that left your mouth as you unconsciously tilted your head back, offering your neck to his probing advances.

"Would you like me to prove you wrong?" Taehyung challenged in a whisper. His deep voice sending shocks of pleasure zinging down your spine. He trailed his lips down your neck, pressing gentle kisses against the surface. You had to choke back the moan that threatened to escape you at the feeling of his soft lips on your neck.

"N-no, Taehyung." You panted breathlessly.

"I don't feel like finding my glasses to look at something too small for the naked eye to see." You spoke, resolute on getting in one last insult. Taehyung pulled his face away from your neck, growling at your words.

"Haha, hilarious." He laughed humorously.

He pulled your body away from the wall, hoisted you up over his shoulder with a small grunt, and made his way to his bedroom. Kicking the door open before unceremoniously throwing you on his plush king-sized bed. 'Not good'.

Taehyung stood at the edge of the bed staring at you with unadulterated lust clouding his eyes. His chest heaved heavily with anger or arousal, you weren't sure. But based on the sizable tent in his pants, you could guess the latter.

"Taehyung! I already told you I don't want to see your baby-." You started but was cut off by Taehyung grabbing your ankles and pulling you roughly to the edge of the bed, pouncing on you. His lips met yours in a kiss that stole your breath away. The kiss was sensual and firm, but you could tell he was holding back.

Taehyung snaked his hand up your body, and into your hair, giving it a sharp tug. You gasped at the slight pain giving him a clear path to ease his tongue into your mouth, coiling itself around your own, deepening the kiss further. He thoroughly explored your mouth not leaving one surfaced untouched by his tongue, greedily swallowing your needy moans. Fuck he tasted good. Like oranges and burnt sugar.

Taehyung detached from your mouth to remove his shirt and to help you remove your tank top as-well. Your nipples pebbling from the chilly air and arousal. His eyes studied your body, you wanted so badly to shield yourself away from his unwavering stare.

"You're so beautiful. I've waited so long for this." Taehyung whispered before attacking your throat with kisses. You whined out in pleasure, your hips bucking up with every love bite he delivered, your body was aching in need for more.

"Tae. P-please more. G-give me m-more." You keened in between pants of air.

Your hips now undulated in tiny circles as Taehyung trailed his kisses down your neck, to your breast. He sucked and bit the soft skin around your nipple lightly. Soon his tongue gently wrapped around your nipple, sucking it into his warm mouth, while his hand teased the other breast, kneading and pinching your nipple. Your moans were increasing in volume, at his assault.

Your legs widened on their own accord, making more room for Taehyung. Your pussy was weeping profusely. The boy shorts you were wearing were thoroughly drenched, and with each movement of your hips, your arousal perfumed the air. Releasing your nipple, he continued his way down your chest, moving his lips across your stomach. Down, down he goes until he's kissing you down to where your torso joins your pelvis. He trained his eyes on you, eager to see your reaction as he pulled your boy shorts off from your body with a wet smack.

"Tell me what you want love. Use your big girl voice for me." Taehyung cooed in a provoking tone. You would have told him to fuck off if it wasn't for his mouth hovering right over your clenching core, his hot breath attacking your pussy lips.

"Cat got your tongue? You sure did have a lot of things to say earlier." Taehyung teased once more. You moaned with each word he said, your hips thrusting upwards, hoping to find his mouth.

"Please! Just touch my pussy, lick it, do something! Stop teasing me!" You urged, bringing your hands up to stimulate your breast, you didn't know how much more teasing you could take. You could feel your essence seeping between your ass cheeks and coating the bed. The dull ache in your stomach was intensifying, and he had barely touched you.

"Mmm, well since you begged nicely." Taehyung replied, wasting no time in attacking your pussy. His broad tongue licked wide strips up against your pussy. Splitting your lips with the appendage with each pass to dip his tongue into your pulsating hole. Your hands found his soft brown hair as your back arched off the bed, pushing your cunt deeper into his face.

"Y-yeahfuck! Like that it's so good!" You whined slurring your words.

Taehyung shifted his probing muscle's attention to your clit, attacking it with kitten licks. You shouted loudly, as your thighs were beginning to shake. The coil in your stomach tightening almost painfully. He wrapped his strong arms around your thighs, your knees were hitched higher up almost touching your chest in this position.

But this way, he had much more leverage to devour you. The comforter on his bed bunching uncomfortably beneath your ass but at this moment you gave zero fucks. Taehyung had total control now, showing no remorse as your upper body thrashed about on the bed. Your hands were no longer able to reach his hair, so you opted for your own instead, pulling harshly on your roots.

"Fuck, Taehyung!" You wailed shrilly. Taehyung chuckled at the sounds you were making, remembering your words from earlier he couldn't wait to hear what you sounded like taking his dick.

He then rubbed two thick fingers in the abundance of fluids that your pussy was producing and gently eased them into your tight core.

"Not only is baby girl surprisingly noisy, but she's also pretty tight too." You clenched even more around his fingers, your wall throbbing wildly around them.

"I can't wait to feel you around my dick." Taehyung moaned sucking your clit into his mouth, delivering hard sucks as his fingers pumped into you at a moderate speed. Sadly, the introduction of his fingers was your undoing. You couldn't help as your legs stuck straight in the air. Body arching off the bed and bowed forward as your orgasm hit you like a freight train knocking the wind from your lungs.

Your eyes were shut tightly, and your mouth hung open in a silent scream as your body convulsed from the intensity of your orgasm. Taehyung had a hard time holding you down but continued his assault on your creaming pussy. He slurped as much of your cream as he could, absolutely addicted to the way you tasted.

"T-Tae, stop-p." You called out to him pathetically. Your intense orgasm had passed, but he was still thrusting shallowly inside your tight core, lapping at your clit. The oversensitivity was becoming too much, as you struggled to wiggle away from him. Taehyung withdrew his fingers and ceased his licking with one last kiss on your clit, making you flinch at the contact.

Taehyung beheld your fucked out appearance with pride. Your legs splayed open, displaying your spasming cunt. The way your chest was swiftly rising and falling as you struggled to catch your breath. Your hair stood up in every direction from your previous pulling, body trembling with aftershocks, and all he did was eat you out and finger you.

"Wow." You mumbled your eyes closing, sleep trying to claim you.

"Oh, nonono. I'm not done with you yet." Taehyung proclaimed, flipping you onto your stomach. He had to admit he was the hardest he had ever been in his life. His pants were now unbearably tight, and a wet spot at the crotch of his pants started to become visible. Taehyung tugged the offending material off hissing as his massive erection made contact with the air, free from being confined. You lifted yourself with jelly arms onto your knees, wanting to see what the commotion was behind you.

You choked on your spit for the second time today, as your eyes made contact with the angry red monster Taehyung called his cock. Not only was he unbelievably thick; a little bigger than your wrist, but he was also long. In his hands was the living definition of a third leg. He was crazy if he actually thought that would fit inside of you?

"Fuck that shit!" You cursed trying to scramble to the headboard of the bed, but Taehyung halted your escape, grabbing your ankles and yanking you back.

He would have laughed at your reaction, but he was too turned on, there was so much blood rushing to his cock he felt lightheaded. He wasted no time in putting you back in your previous position. Pulling your ass up so that it was sticking in the air and your torso was lying flat on the bed, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise.

"Tae! Wait...you can't be serious!" You tried pleading with him terrified that thing he called his dick was going to tear you apart.

"Not so little am I baby?" He snickered

Don't worry, you can take it I'll go slow." Taehyung groaned his voice strained, his arousal was beginning to take a toll on him. Taehyung grabbed his shaft and brought the bulbous tip of his cock to rub against your clit. You mewled with pleasure, his tip was hot and the pre-come he was leaking added to the sensation of relaxing and reigniting your body.

Taehyung continued to stroke his tip along your clit thoroughly coating it with your thick fluids. He placed the thick head at your entrance, your juices helping him to slide in. He watched in amazement as your leftover cum gather around the head of his cock in a coating out creamy white. Your body tensed up at the massive intrusion, your cunt pulsated wildly around him, drawing a deep groan from his throat.

"Baby relax, you're squeezing so tight." Taehyung moaned out affected by your spasming core. He reached his hand underneath your body and strummed at your clit once again, coxing you to relax.

Taehyung took your distraction as his cue to shove the offending length inside your prone pussy. You squealed at the sudden fullness and intense burning. Bucking your hips, trying to dislodge him. It was too much to take, especially at this position. Your pussy was going to rip in half.

"B-bi-iig-g. To-o mu-ch." You whined out stuttering horribly.

Taehyung gripped your hips harder to stop your fitful twisting and bucking. He felt as though he was about to explode you were so damn tight and wet, your bucking didn't help his case any either. He didn't wait this long to finish early. He refused to be a one pump chump. Taehyung reached his hand back underneath your body to locate your clit, rubbing it in firm tight circles, to help relax you, and sure enough; like magic, after you adjusted to his massive size, your body was suddenly filled with mind-numbing pleasure. Your whimpers turned into loud groans as you threw your hips back onto Taehyung, giving him the okay to start moving.

"Hell yeah. That's it, baby girl work this tight little cunt on my cock." He grunts before he withdrew his length and slammed back in, his dick splitting your sensitive walls, hitting every spot inside your clenching cunt. His strokes were fast, broad, and powerful, never had you felt so full in your life. Your mouth was gaped open, as shrieks of pleasure fell from your jaws, drool dripped from your lips, and dots blurred your vision. You could feel him in your guts, branding himself inside you. The coil in your stomach was quickly tightening, ready to release what was no doubt, going to be the most intense orgasm your body was about to experience. Taehyung could feel your core tightening up further, your tight little pussy was far better than he could have expected, he wanted to punch himself for waiting this long to indulge in you.

"You're taking this big cock so well, baby. Such a good girl." Taehyung growled.

"But I have a secret to tell you." You shivered as he stopped mid-stroke. You felt the warmth and damp skin of his torso drape over your back. Like pudding in his hands. You didn't even flinch as he brought his large callused hands up through the part in your breast to wrap around your throat.

Ever so slightly he squeezed the sides of your neck, you felt him throb in your stomach as you clenched even tighter around him at the action. Slowly he lifted your head up with his hand still on your neck. Again he squeezed. Bringing his lips down to your ear, he said, "Would you believe me if I said you're only taking half of me in."

The way your jaw dropped and your eyes bugged out of your head would have been comical. If you weren't genuinely terrified, that is.

"O-nly half! That's impossible I swear your touch my small intestine already." You tried to look back to see if he was lying or not, but he tightened his hold on your neck, forcing your head back to look up at him. Your body was now bowed in an almost perfect 'C' shape. You felt his other hand snake around your abdomen and press on the bulge that was his cock poking through your stomach. Again he throbbed in excitement.

"You were talking such a big game earlier baby girl, what happened? Surely you could all of a dick that's as little as mine. Right?" Taehyung scolded in your ear.

Little by little, he began pulling you more on his cock by your neck. And fuck he really wasn't lying he really had more length to feed your cunt.

"Ta-ae, pleaseplease n-o more-e, I can't take it m-my stomach hurts." You whined

"Hmm? But you're so close to taking all of me in. Just a few more inches, and I'll be all in." He responded.

Not wasting any more time he released your neck, and before you could fall down to the bed. He locked his fingers in your hair and firmly yanked, lifting you off the mattress, and into his arms, allowing himself the rest of the way in.

You screamed out as his hips met your ass with a wet smack. The increase in pressure coupled with the new position broke the levee to your release. You trembled uncontrollably as your orgasm started from your toes. Quickly spreading to your arms and head before finally spreading throughout your whole body, you were rendered speechless as your orgasm claimed you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, as a burst of white light flashed behind your eyes, incoherent sounds of what was supposed to be Taehyung's name filled the space around you.

Through it all Taehyung continued to fuck into you almost violently, allowing your cores convulsions to wash over him. His body dripped with sweat as he briefly picked up his speed, his hips beginning to stutter. He held your thrashing body close to his as delivered his last couple of thrusts before moaning loudly and exploding his hot seed inside of your wrecked cunt.

You both fell breathlessly on the mattress, sweat polishing your skin, exhaustion quickly making its way to claim you. Taehyung pulled slowly out of your battered and swollen pussy. On wobbly legs, walked to the restroom to get a washcloth to clean the mess that was between your thighs. You moaned at the textured touch of the cloth and the dampness of it soothing the hot burn from your pussy.

Your whole body was numb, and you were utterly worn out, so much so, that when Taehyung pulled you into his arms, you didn't even argue.

In the morning you will definitely be having a word with him. But for now, you let his racing heartbeat lull you to some much-needed sleep.

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caffeine-and-melatonin · 3 years

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✨Bad Batch E14 Spoilers✨

Sooooo I'm about to say a whole lot of not very polite words......

AHHHHHHHHHH HOLY SHIT Y'ALL AHHHHHHHHHH

Let's have a look at my brain melting during this episode (there's a lot oops):

- Commando armor? Slicked back hair? HOLY FUCK GREGOR OMG THE BOY!!!!! WE ACTUALLY GET TO SEE THE BOY!!!!!! (wait hold up does this mean we might see Wolffe too? Not asking for a friend I'm asking for me)

- Eek this is giving me very much "Ahsoka being hunted by Trandoshans" vibes

- Hunter doing knife tricks....that's...well....AHHHHH

- Omg Omega trying to copy the little knife spins is so cute

- REX!!! HIM!!! MY FIRST LOVE!!! HE'S BACK AGAIN!!! YAY!!! Sweetheart that poncho is fantastic!

- Is he ok? IS REX OK??? WHY IS HE RUNNING???

- Here's the thing I love Gregor but like they were a bit too quick to go after him and they still haven't talked about Cross soooooo hmmm

- Ok I have a feeling we are gonna get some Echo character development in this episode. The way Echo looked at Hunter was what got him to cave in and agree to go rescue Gregor. He knows it's the right thing to do and it's so interesting to me that Echo seems to have the strongest sense of moral obligation (aside from Omega). I have a feeling like this might clash with Hunter being the leader and honestly I wanna see how they handle that as a team.

- Nothing would bring me more joy than to absolutely DECK Rampart on behalf of Cross, Howzer, and Eleni Syndulla

- speaking of cross....CROSS!!! YOU'RE HERE!!!

- Wait hold up are they leaving Kamino?

- Also what happens to all the cadets? Like they're little kids...I'm scared

- Ok imma have to go on a whole rant/info dump about Kaminoan history and society later so y'all have that to look forward to in the morning

- Awwww Echo talking about Rex makes me want to cry. He looks up to his older brother so much and it's honestly so sweet

- Hunter using his special abilities? Hunter using his special abilities!

- Omg its just gonna be Hunter, Tech, and Echo?! TECH AND ECHO CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT???

- Look at those boys go! Climbing up a whole ass mountain while I look at a flight of stairs and go "ewww why"

-Ok is it just me or does the whole bottomless pit style base with a lot of red accents gives off Empire but make it First Order Aesthetic...? Just me?

- Tech's eyes are just so ✨p r e t t y✨. That's all.

- STORMTROOPERS? ALREADY?

- OMG ECHO BRINGING UP SKAKO MINOR! AND THEN TALKING ABOUT HOW IF SOMEONE IS BEING HELD AGAINST THEIR WILL THEY HAVE TO GET THEM OUT! DID YOU SEE HUNTER'S REACTION???? EVEN WITHOUT SEEING HIS FACE YOU KNOW HE'S GOTTA BE THINKING ABOUT CROSS!!! LOOK AT HIS BODY LANGUAGE!!! AHHHHHHH

- "i'm thinkin'." whispers Wrecker mindfully.

- I don't know what it is, but i just love this shot:

- Concept: into the spiderverse but it's just clones jumping off elevators and somehow gracefully free climbing on the walls

- Commando armor is just soooooo cool!!!! Like seriously! Also the TK trooper armor is....interesting

- AHHHHHH GREGOR'S LITTLE VOICE CRACKS!!! HE'S ADORABLE!!!

- "That's CAPTAIN traitor."

- Gregor really do be out here holding up the standard that you have to be a special kind of pretty to be a Captain in the GAR

- Also can we talk about how absolutely jacked Gregor's arms are? Like sir no wonder you aren't wearing any armor on your arms! How would fit! Damn dude

- I miss 99 so much

- Boys using stun rounds. No (intentional) unalives. Good for them.

- Echo and Tech working together and having each other's backs makes me beyond happy

- SASSY TECH AND SASSY GREGOR

- Tech really does yell in all lower case doesn't he?

- NO GREGOR! DAMMIT DAVE STOP SHOOTING THE BOY!

-When I tell you I thought Tech was gonna get shot too.... my god I don't think I would be able to handle that in any capacity

- SPOILER WARNING FOR REBELS: Gregor talking about surviving getting shot hurts me. This hurts my feelings. It hurts my feelings a lot.

- Ok but Tech casually blowing up that air vent grate thing was hot. No I will not elaborate.

- also...ECHO FUCKING YEETED ALL THREE OF THEM AND THEN HIMSELF LIKE AT LEAST 10 FT IN THE AIR!

- Echo carrying Gregor through the air ducts reminds me so much of Rex carrying him on Sako Minor

- WAIT HOLY SHIT OMEGA IS FLYING THE SHIP BY HERSELF!!! LOOK AT HER GO!!! Tech has to be so proud of her. I just know he is.

- Gonky helping + increased theme music = ahhhhhhh yay!

- TECH BACK AT IT AGAIN WITH THE FUCKING SEXY FLIGHT MANEUVERS!!!!!!! My stars I love that man. I'm speechless. It's like almost 4am and I legitimately screeched

- Tech: *flying like a badass* Gregor: bitch what are you doing this is not the time nor place for this shit

- FUCK NOOOOOOO HUNTER!!!!!!! NOOOOOOO!!!!!!

- GONKY!!! AHHHHH

- How tf is Hunter still alive??? Like I'm not complaining but still

- HOLY FUCKING SHIT NOOOOO THIS IS NOT OK!!!!! OMEGA'S VOICE AND SHEER PANIC BREAKS MY HEART!!! TECH'S LOOK OF HOPELESSNESS!!!! AND HUNTER SOUNDING ABSOLUTELY DEFEATED!!!! FUCK I CAN'T HANDLE THIS RIGHT NOW!!!!

- Yo on top of all that Lama Su just got straight up unalived

-hunter in a jail cell......................CROSSHAIR

- Ok but until the very last second, that was the least scrunched up face I have ever seen Cross make. Like you too have lovely eyes it's a shame you're so grouchy all the time. ANYWAY thoughts on that face because my brain is very full rn

FINAL THOUGHTS

- I just love clones more than life itself. Look at the boys go. I love them. I wanna give them all hugs (in regards to Tech…I will not kiss and tell).

- Gregor has and always will be so precious. Love that quirky boy so much.

- WTF IS GOING ON WITH REX??????? I NEED ANSWERS!!!!!!!

- Echo played such a major role in this episode and honestly I'm so glad. I still think there is so much more room to grow his character, but at least it's something.

- Gonky being that bitch this episode 👑

- Not sure if you've noticed, but my soul is no longer attached to my physical form. Tech has it. Tech owns my soul. I am more than ok with this.

- The last 5 minutes really just did that didn't it? Like jeez bro that was a lot

- Cross? Breaks? Hunter? Out? And? They? Both? Escape? After? Having? An? Emotional? Reconciling? PLEASE???????????

Overall, while I did really like the Ryloth episodes, I honestly think this might be my new favorite episode.

The episode itself was well paced

The stakes felt rather high

Fantastic action

Echo played a main part in the storyline

Contributed to not only the plot of the show but added context for how Gregor and Rex meet up

Tech flying and looking hot while doing it...that's very important to the overall ranking

It was engaging and intense with one hell of a cliffhanger at the end

So yeah I really liked this episode! I'm super excited to see what happens next (omg there's only two episodes left oh no scary)!

#the bad batch #the bad batch spoilers #tbb #tbb spoilers #bad batch #bad batch spoilers

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hollyhomburg · 4 years

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You make me flutter (Vmin x Fairy! Reader)(Drabble)

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A/n: this is just pure fluff. i have no excuses other than that i saw that video and completely melted at the idea of vmin finding fair reader while they where looking for four leaf clovers! please enjoy this and tell me if you liked it

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Jimin and Tae are on a date (their 4 year anniversary date to be exact) looking for a four leaf clover in a field when they find you- a fairy sleeping among the clovers with cute little iridescent pink and green wings, huffing out little puffs of fairy dust as you sleep

jimin is so awestruck by you that he doesn't notice Tae stepping close, shoving him at the last moment. tae narrowly avoids stepping on you and startling you so bad that you flutter awake and strain your wing. They’re so apologetic and since you can’t really fly- they insist on taking you with them and taking care of you at least until your wing heels. You agree shuddering to think of all the mean cats or hawks that might prey on you if you can't fly away.

you pout and complain once you see the state of all of their houseplants cuddling up onto one of the leaves of their fiddle leaf fig and putting your hands on your hips pouting “you’ve done her so so wrong- what? have you guys never heard of watering more than once a month?” both tae and jimin shrugging bashfully- apparently their neglected house plants all have some nasty things to say about jimin and tae.

You decide to stay with the boys who have sweet smiles and nice hair to hide behind when you stand on their shoulder. you meet their friends- yoongi who scares you because he reminds you of the cats that used to chase you when you lived in the wild, namjoon who has dimples so deep you could hide in them, and seokjin who looks pretty enough like a fairy that you ask him if he was one.

this question is created by laughs by taehyung and jimin and a bashful smile by namjoon and seokjin. There have been rumors about fairies turning human after they get close enough to them- but you’ve never put too much stalk in those ghost stories. seokjin just laughs good naturedly - winking after he tells you that he has no idea where you might have gotten that idea. the rest of their friends just groan- now he wont shut up about how he’s “pretty like a fairy!”

You become a fixture at their apartment, riding on their shoulders from place to place while your wing heels. You take naps in the pockets of their oversized hoodies, make a hammock out of one of tae’s silk scarfs, and flutter around their heads when they oversleep in the morning your wing slowly healing- but not well enough for you to sustain flight yet.

And in the evenings they make you a bed out of a soft fluffy cushion shaped like a heart and feed you little dollops of whipped cream on spoons until you're so full you can barely fly. until taehyung has to carry you- you cuddling up and hugging one of his fingers to his chest so that you don’t fall off, refusing to let go when he plops you down onto your bed.

(many a night taehyung and jimin have woken up to you cuddled between both of their pillows, and taehyung groans a little and pokes fun at the way you get their sheets all messy with fairy dust but jimin knows taehyung really doesn't mind)

You don’t seem to have much interest in human food beyond sweets like ice cream and fresh fruits like strawberries that you might have encountered in the wild. you love the little cakes and macarons. cutting those like jimin and tae would cut a cake when jimin brings you them home from the bakery.

Jimin tells himself it's just a special treat but if that were true then he probably wouldn't buy you them every chance he gets, leaving early one morning just to get to the bakery when it opens. bringing back an assortment of sweets so that you can try them all and find the ones you like best.

Jimin wouldn't do that for no reason right? even if that reason was just loving the way that your wings will flutter fast like a humming birds when you taste something you really like. lifting you partially off of their table with how happy you are.

when you finally do heal enough to fly you stick around for a few days and taehyung and jimin learn to leave the windows open so you can come and go- you’re never gone for more than a few hours at most. but taehyung still finds himself worrying. you’re a small fragile thing and he hates to think of you getting stuck in a gutter or being surprised by a big bird or even falling asleep on the hood of a car and having it drive off.

you bring them back four leaf clovers and tae holds you close in his big hands and says “why would we need a good luck charm when we have you?” the longer you stick around, the more worried they get that one day you’re going to just up and leave and head back to the cloverfield you once called your home. jimin finds himself worried every time he shouts for you and you don’t come- worried that you’ve finally moved on from them. But no- when they ask- you tell them that you won't leave.

you like their company too much you tell them. you like feeling small and protected when they let you curl up on their chests while they take a nap. or ride on yeontans back to travel quicker around their small house on the outskirts of seoul. “You know flying seems much more convenient” tae would comment wryly one day, “yeah but tan’s fluffy!” you’d comment happily, the little puppy jumping and running in circles with you on your back.

They both heave sighs of relief when you tell them you’ve decided to stay. neither of them needs to ask the other to know why they dont want you to leave. it’s always written on their faces. whenever tae catches jimin watching you as you struggle to learn how to cook in your tiny form, fluttering back and forth through the window to go fetch more herbs from the neighbors garden

tae would complain that it’s technically stealing- but you’re the one who actually charms the plants to grow as well as they do so Jimin convinces him the occasional sprig of thyme is proper payment for your services. and jimin see’s taehyung's fondness every time he heads back through the grocery store to pick up another thing of ice-cream for you.

they’re a little hopelessly endeared by you, taehyung finds it hard to concentrate on the days when you flutter back and forth through the open window intent on working as many dandelions and pink clovers and daisies as you can into his hair. you always pout when he has to take them out, almost angry. jimin finds it so cute how you look at all the human clothes magazines and ask them if they have anything more your size.

One day you fall asleep all spread out on jimin's shoulder and without thinking he leans down and presses a soft kiss to your head saying softly “i wish we could show you more of the human world” before softly falling asleep. Only to wake up to you full sized in their bed! and completely nude! your little fairy clothes completely torn to shreds!

and after a mini crisis where everyone ends up screaming in surprise, and taehyung and jimin throw some of their clothes at you to try and cover you up. they’re so happy! you looking down at your hands, checking your back to find your wings gone accept for a faint tattoo against your skin, a weird irradiances in the pattern of your wings. You didn’t tell them a true loves kiss could turn you human! but you’re not upset by it now they can finally show you all the human world has to offer!

You end up falling over a lot, you're so used to your wings being able to steady you when you get off balance- but now its taehyung and jimin that catch you when you start to fall. sometimes holding onto you a little longer then they should.

They take you on dates to movies (which scare you a little) and dates to the botanical gardens and riverside park (which are your favorite) and jimin and tae learn quickly that they need to keep their fridge fully stocked with whipped cream or else you’re going to try to wander out into the human world to find some on your own.

you still go back to the clover field occasionally, little day trips on the weekends, sitting with them heaped on top of a blanket, winding clovers into crowns so they can wear them on their heads, both of them lulled into sleep stretched out on either side of you. taehyung with his head in your lap and jimin with his face pressed into your knee.

and when jimin and tae wake, they find little clover rings tied around their fingers, you looking shyly down at them, hair spilling wild over your shoulder the same way it used to when you where a tiny fairy always a little wild and unkept but beautiful. “i saw on the movie-”

“tv” Taehyung corrects, looking at the clover on his finger, “the tv” you correct yourself. your fingers brushing softly over the swell of his cheeks, his lips, your other hand lingering on jimin's side as he lifts up his hand to get a better look at the ring on his finger

“That people give each other rings when they mean alot to each other- is this okay?” jimin sits up and pulls you close to kiss at your cheeks, cupping both of yours in his hands, the ring soft and sticking out on his finger,

“Of course it’s okay little lovely, we love it, we love you” it startles taehyung how true those words are, they might never have said it but they do love you, all of your quirkiness, the way you still talk to the plants every morning when you water them, the way you’ll still press your face into their hair when you’re feeling shy, the same way you used to hide when you where barely taller than a glass of water.

“Now we’re just going to have to give you one” Tae teases, making you blush and jimin giggle. they meet each others eyes and lean in at the same time to press kisses to your cheek and the corner of your lips making you turn a color pinker then the clovers on your fingers.

(the sound of their laughter rattling off into the edge of the woods where a few dozen small pairs of eyes linger- watching the three of you lounge in the field, another of fairy kind lost to the curse that is human love. Some of them are a little angry with you- at least seokjin still drops off a basket of bread occasionally- they haven't seen you in months! but oh well- as far as curses go, human love is a curse you’ll gladly bear)

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#vmin #vmin x reader #bts #bts fanfic #jimin fic #taehyung fic #bts fluff #bts drabble #fairy! reader #this is so pure holy fuck #bts fluff fic #bts hurt/comfort

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fallen029 · 3 years

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Nervous

"Are you nervous?"

"No."

"You sure?"

Mira tilted her head to the side though her eyes betrayed the cute, quirky questioning vibe she was going for as they, instead, seemed rather disbelieving. It was easy for Laxus to note it these days, having fallen like most other in the hall for her typical chaste trickiness and innocuous pretenses over the years, but after being far more than just a guild member to her now for a good number of them as well, he'd begun to pick up on the little things.

Like how she seemed forever trapped in a guilelessness that didn't quite entrap her as well as she thought it did.

But this was fine, the ease at which he disarmed her now, as Mira was able to pick apart the man's own fallacies and walls.

"Yeah," he grumbled to the woman's question, but she only grinned at him, as if victorious, as she picked apart his lies with ease.

"Then why are you biting at your nails?" she asked with round eyes. "You only do that when you're nervous."

And now she'd managed to annoy him.

"Mira-"

"I'm only curious," she insisted with a little shake of her head. "Dragon."

He huffed some, his chest deflating as he finally gave her his full attention. They were in the bar, as they typically were, but Mirajane had actually found a moment to take a break. Rest. S-Class trials were, at that very moment, going on and those who hadn't been chosen were sulking away from the guild for the time being while a decent sized group was off being put through the rigorous trials and tribulations that were associated with being designated part of the elite group of mages that were Fairy Tail S-Class wizards.

Laxus had no reason to be nervous.

He'd claimed his spot many years before and, at times, wondered if he even had eventually surpassed the old geezer all together. He'd be a wizard saint, someday, he knew, or at least told himself so, and that meant that he had far more concerns than something as silly as a guild distinction.

Not when may one day have the distinction among the entire continent.

S-Class trials had nothing to do with him and, if anything, he was mostly just glad to find that bar emptied out some that day.

"It's okay," Mira assured him then though and when she reached across the table, it was to grab his hand, pulling it down so that she could caress it as she looked deeply into the slayer's eyes. "I am too."

"You are what too?" he asked dumbly, confused equally by her words as he was calmed by her gesture.

"Nervous," she insisted.

"About what?"

"The same thing as you."

"I'm not," he told her, "nervous."

"Laxus-"

"What do I have to be nervous about, huh?" Then, frowning, he questioned, "What do you?"

"Well, actually, I'm nervous about a lot of things," she said, releasing his hand, but only so she could bring her own up to her cheek and rest her head there then, as she thought. "I have a shipment of meat that hasn't come in yet and I know, this weekend, if I don't get it, that I'll have to serve meals without any meat portion and the guys will be pretty upset about that, which will affect my tips, and I've been trying to save up money for my wedding. Which brings me to my next point, I've been saving for a wedding that can't yet happen because my boyfriend is dragging his feet with proposing to me even though we've talked about it a thousand times-"

"Mira," he warned, but she only shrugged.

"The dog I look after was sick last night, too," she finished. "I'm nervous about that."

Laxus, with a slight breath, questioned, "What's wrong with him?"

"He has the shits."

And he blinked. Then narrowed his eyes while the woman only gazed right back with hers earnest and honest.

Shrugging some then, Laxus said, "If you need help wrangling him down to a vet, I could-"

"Oh!" Mira sat up then. "And I'm super nervous because my baby brother is off on the S-Class trials and I want him to preform well." Shrugging, she added, "But I'm torn, because I also want all of my friends to do well. Including your best friend. Freed."

Laxus' face fell then as he realized he'd been duped (possibly; her street dog did have a hefty amount of ailments from time to time) and only looked off once more as he remarked, "Sounds like your problem. Not mine."

"Oh, it's not a problem. Laxus. To be nervous about such things." Sighing, she said, "It means that you care. About them. To be nervous for someone else. I want them all to come back, knowing that even though they can't all be the winner, at least invigorated and ready to start right back at training and trying their hardest to, eventually, be that winner. It's an honor to be nervous on someone's behalf. I'd gladly take all of Elf's nerves if it meant he could put all his focus into the trials right now."

Laxus snorted. "Yeah, well, bully for you. Freed can take care of his damn self. I don't need to worry about him, like you and your loser brother."

"Behave."

Snorting, the man looked off before saying, "I'm not worried. Over Freed. Or anything."

"Fine. Not worried then." Mira had lost some of her jolliness at the slight her boyfriend had sent towards her absent brother. "But you are thinking about it. Aren't you? Even just a little? He's your best friend. I would at least think-"

"I'm," he insisted to her with a finality in his tone he usually reserved for literally anyone who wasn't his demon, "not nervous about the S-Class trials. Or worried. Or concerned. Alright?"

Sighing, she looked off for a moment, considering the slight surge of people that had come in in the last ten minutes or so and weighing in her mind whether or not her break was officially over. Not quite ready to let it go though, when her eyes drifted back to her boyfriend, it was with another set of words on her tongue.

"If you're not nervous about the trials," she began in that tone and it was enough, just on its own, to make him regret coming into the hall that day, "then that must mean that you're nervous about something else, so what is it? Huh? Is it that you've been seeing someone else?"

"Mira, what?"

"Some other woman, is it, then? Who is she, Laxus? Huh? Don't think that I wont' make a scene here, right now, in front of everyone, because-"

"What are you-"

"-if you don't tell me what it is that you're so nervous about, then I have no choice but to assume that you're cheating on-"

"I'm nervous for my friend, alright?" And he usually wouldn't take such a tone with her, but he did then, snapping some, out of aggravation and, maybe it was a trick of the lights, but the woman could have sworn she even saw a flick of his fangs as the vein on the side of his head bulged and his eyes darkened. "I want him to be S-Class with me and I'm worried that your stupid brother or one of those other idiots will get it over him. Or that...that… He'll fuck it up himself. Is that what you want to hear? Huh?"

No.

The other people around the guildhall did not.

But they had, quite clearly, heard nearly every word of his little outburst and, feeling all those eyes on him now only made the man growl louder. He was primed for a retreat, storming off and staying away from the hall for a few days, until he could stomach a return without smashing in the face of the first person who questioned him.

Mirajane, however, wasn't going to let this happen.

Because, yes, she had been very happy with the explosion of information that had just fallen out of the slayer's mouth. She'd only been prodding at him her entire break. For it to result in such a satisfying revelation meant it hadn't all been for not.

"Awe," Mirajane giggled, clapping her hands at the slayer's misery. "You guys are just such good friends, huh, dragon? You feel a lot better, don't you? Getting that off your chest?"

"No," he told her with the same candor that he'd just exposed himself and his nerves to the entire guildhall. "I feel worse."

"Well," Mira hummed as, job complete, she got to her feet once more, she offered, "I feel better. Isn't that all that matters?"

"Demon." The moniker was more of a proclamation than an endearing term. "You're evil."

"I love you," was her purest of explanations and she meant it too, he could tell, as her deep blues flashed a bit of hurt. "Helping you admit your feelings for your friends is how I show that."

"Yeah, well," he muttered under his breath, "then you need to find new ways."

Laxus took off that night, before her shift was finished, but that was fine with the woman as she'd more than begun staying most nights at his apartment.

When she arrived, he was flicking through an old atlas, comparing it to a current map. Something for a job, was all he grumbled to her when she lightly questioned, and Mira let his tone go because, well, she had been rather insistent before, at the bar, and all things considered, he hadn't outright acted a fool.

Just mostly.

"If Elfman doesn't make S-Class," she did whisper, eventually, over dinner that night and she saw the man roll his eyes, thinking she was trying to goad him back into a conversation, "I'll cry."

Grunting, he only continued to stab at the steamed vegetables at his plate, never rightly bringing them up to his mouth, but not quite ready to admit, when he insisted in a huff that he be the one to make them, that this was a bad idea.

"Of course," she hummed again, "if he makes it, I'll probably cry then, too."

"Mira?"

"Yes?"

"I already told you what you wanted to hear," he told her plainly. "What else do you want from me?"

"I'd like you to make a big emotional plea again," she replied back with the same amount of flatness that it almost made the slayer recoil. At the sight of it though, she broke some as, with a giggle, she admitted, "I'm just talking, dragon. About my baby brother. Who wants this so badly-"

"If he wanted it badly, he'll come back S-Class," Laxus told her as, with a shake of his head, he went back to stabbing at his vegetables. "If he doesn't, then that means he didn't want it badly enough."

"Well, I'm not saying that to him, if he comes back not S-Class."

"Yeah, I figured."

"And I'm not saying that to Freed either."

"That's fine," Laxus told her. "I will. He knows where to go to hear the truth."

"A little kindness will get you a lot in life, Lax," she replied, but he only shrugged some.

"Won't get you S-Class," he retorted and, well, the next morning would finally put the entire conversation to rest.

Cana had never looked prouder than herself and, that night, never gotten drunker, than when she was finally, after wanting it for so long, so much, to find herself on the same Fairy Tail tier as her father.

He was there, Gildarts was, having been hanging around for a few days, prepared for this, and she seemed rather annoyed by all of his attention, shoving at the man's face any time he tried to hug her, but betraying her annoyance by the glistening in her eyes, every single time he, also drunkenly, announced to those amassed how proud he was of the guild's newest S-Class member.

His daughter.

Mirajane was caught as she always was, between dismayed at the heartbreak evident on the faces of those who weren't victorious and the one who was. As she comforted both Elfman and Natsu over their losses, she did take note, across the bar, of where Freed was very stoic and graceful in his defeat, but still being comforted in their own ways, by his two friends.

"Who wants to be S-Class anyways?" Bickslow questioned. "When you can be part of the most elite team in all the lands?"

"I would," Ever admitted under her breath though, still, she patted at Freed's shoulders sympathetically.

It was as they stood though that all three felt it. It had been looming, after all, the entire time. The presence of their most highly viewed mentor, Laxus, who came out of hiding, down in the game room. He'd been down there transferring his nerves into some rounds of pool, but Cana and Gildarts very loud commotion had finally caught his attention and he found himself not welcomed to the celebrations of the member he'd most desired.

At his approach, both Bickslow and Ever took a step back. They too had disappointed the man in the past, but never quite in such a grand fashion. Freed was primed to take the gold this time around, only to lose out to the guild drunk and Evergreen couldn't help but to glare over at the other woman, hating her more, even, than Titania, just for that day only.

Laxus came to a stop before the trio, eyes on Freed, and the rune mage forced himself to meet the gaze of the other man. It was just as he was beginning to open his mouth though that he caught sight of Mira, over at the bar, staring very pointedly his way and he took in a breath, instead of speaking, reconsidering his words before he was unable to take the back.

His gaze didn't soften, not exactly, but Freed was almost surprised when, instead of being reprimanded, he was welcomed with a pat at the shoulder from the man, as well as a slight grin.

"You kicked Elfman's ass, at least, right?" the slayer asked to which the other mage bowed his head a bit.

"Well, we did find ourselves across from one another and I found myself moving on while he did not, but-"

"All that matters."

"L-Laxus-"

"You'll want it more, next time," he told the other man simply. "After getting so close."

"Yes." And he balled up his fists then, Freed did, nodding his head at the man as he insisted, "I will!"

It was a celebration that night, not a pity party, as Cana was far from someone that anyone could look down upon (especially not with her father there, intent on making certain this didn't happen) and it was a good night.

For everyone.

The night peaked though, for Laxus, when towards the end of it, as he sat up at the bar drinking with the still far too giddy Gildarts, listening to the man go on about all of where he'd been (with some praise for his little girl sprinkled in there), Mirajane appeared at his side. The slayer originally thought it was to refill his mug, which he held up to help her with this, but instead of leaning down to fulfill this request, the woman instead pressed a kiss to his cheek, lingering long enough for Gildarts to giggle at the man.

"Mira," Laxus questioned with a bit of a rosiness to his cheeks as the woman rightened and did, finally, begin to fill his mug with golden ale once more. Such public displays were hardly their style and the man raised his head then to question, "What was that for?"

"I just like it when you're nice, dragon." She even giggled. "I like it a lot."

But the night was busy and she was being called off again, across the bar, which left the still somewhat blushing Laxus and grinning Gildarts.

"You caught a good one, Laxus. Proud of ya."

"Shuddup."

"No, seriously." And Gildarts glanced over his shoulder then, to the table where his daughter was plying herself with barrel after barrel while her guild members, all so thrilled by her accomplishment, sat nearby, happily congratulating her. "I fucked up. You know. Once. With the only one that mattered. Sometimes you don't get second-chances, man." His serious tone faded though as his face contorted in a smile that didn't seem to stretch right across it as he said, "Unless you're like my Cana! No need for second-chances; she's all S-Class!"

"Yeah," Laxus snorted, "she just needed fourth and fifth and sixth-chances."

"What did you say? Eh? Laxus?"

And when Gildarts turned his head then, his face had contorted into something far darker and Laxus found it best to just sip his beer in silence for awhile.

They left together that night, Laxus and Mira did, the man a bit drunk and the woman, who'd worked the entire night away, stone cold sober, but it was fine, as she seemed high on something else.

"I'm so happy," she insisted to the man. "For Cana. It almost washes away how badly If eel for Elf."

Almost.

She was twirling and skipping that night, slightly before her boyfriend, and he only watched her for a few moments then before speaking.

"Maybe," he offered with a bit of a shrug, "he could come out with me. Elfman could. And we could train some times. To get him ready for next year."

And she stopped dancing then, Mira did, to look over her boyfriend as she instead flel into step with him. Slipping her arm into the crook of his, she snuggled up close to the man who, even drunk, only rolled his eyes.

"You're so sweet, Lax," she assured him as the man only groaned. "When you wanna be."

Even though his reaction seemed the exact opposite, slowly, Laxus was learning that, maybe, he always wanted to be.

#Miraxus #Mirajane Strauss #Laxus Dreyar #Cana Alberona #Gildarts #Freed Justine #Fairy Tail #Fanfiction

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The Sims 4 Paranormal Stuff: Developer Blog (Part 1)

SimGuruConnor has released part 1 of the Sims 4 Paranormal Developer Blog series.

Hello Simmers! Welcome to a small 2-part Dev Blog about our newest Stuff Pack, Paranormal Stuff! This pack has been an absolute blast to work on, and I’m excited to share what this pack is all about!

I’ll try not to reveal too many spoilers for the pack either, so I’ll keep things somewhat brief. Our topics for today are the new Scared Mood and the Haunted House Lot Type, plus an interview with our Audio Artist too!

Get Scared

Sims can now relish in the mortal dread of the Scared Mood! The Scared Mood affects Sims in a variety of ways, with my personal favorite, the new Scream Incoherently interaction, where a Scared Sim runs up to another Sim to scream their lungs out. This can result in the other Sim calming down the Scared Sim, or resulting in both Sims becoming Scared. This can create a Scared Mood wildfire if you’re not careful!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, it's okay!

Sims afflicted with the Scared Mood also have trouble communicating with others, the urge to panic-run everywhere, and are slightly more prone to accidents. If no other Sims are around to help calm down a Scared Sim, they might just have to Hide Under The Covers for a while.

But if being Scared just isn’t your Sims style, consider purchasing the new Brave Trait. This Satisfaction Reward Store Trait will rapidly reduce the incoming fear a Sim feels and help Sims regain their composure faster. While no Sim is totally fearless, this trait should help mitigate some of those creepy feelings.

The Scared Mood and the Brave Reward Trait are all base game features coming with the Paranormal Stuff patch on January 21st. Tons of previous Uncomfortable Buffs are now becoming Scared Buffs, such as the “Startled By Ghost” Buff or the “Thalassophobia” Buff from Island Living.

While being Scared might not be a common occurrence in your everyday Sims life, living in a Haunted House is a whole different story…

Happy Haunts

Introducing the Haunted House Lot Type!

The Duplantier Dwelling, created by Doctor Ashley! This “canon” Haunted House will be available in the gallery!

They’re like regular houses, only haunted! Although unassuming during the day, at night, these places get super weird. Your Sims may notice things like flickering lights, pipes rattling, or even creepy dolls staring at them in the corner. All are totally normal occurrences in a Haunted House, but it may take some time for your Sims to adjust to their new surroundings.

Sims living in a Haunted House will also be introduced to floating apparitions known as Specters. They’re cute little critters, but their motives aren’t entirely clear. You can try talking to them, or even offer them presents in hopes of establishing a good rapport. If they like you, they’ll drop special loot for you and your family. If they don’t like you, well, you’ve been warned.

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Learning to get along with your new ghostly inhabitants is crucial in a Haunted House. Things like botching seances, neglecting Specters, or letting accursed objects invade your house will have a negative impact on its spiritual serenity. There is a delicate art to co-existing with the entities of the house, and thankfully you’ll have an expert on the matter to assist you!

Meet Guidry

Claude René Duplantier Guidry was a seasoned Paranormal Investigator in his previous life, but now he exists to help anyone brave enough to live in a Haunted House! You’ll probably run into him eventually living in a Haunted House, but don’t worry, he’s a nice ghost!

Guidry will gladly offer his wisdom to those who seek it. If you’re confused, alarmed, or slightly uncomfortable by your new haunted surroundings, give Guidry a holler and he might be able to help. He can also offer valuable objects to help your Sims, too; all you need is to reach out!

Still got it.

All Guidry wants in return is to crash at your place for the time being. Sounds like a fair deal, right? But if you’d prefer to fly it solo, you can always disable his nightly visits—he won’t be too upset, maybe.

As mentioned before, Guidry was a Paranormal Investigator before his untimely demise. If he sees potential in you, he can certify you with a Paranormal Investigation License, granting access to the Paranormal Investigation Freelancer Gigs. Only those who are qualified enough can join the ranks of Paranormal Investigators, but more on that next time!

Be Brave!

Living in a Haunted House adds a layer of risk and reward for your Sims, and each successful night yields Reward Store Satisfaction Points for everyone in the Household. Specters can also drop treasure that can also be collected, consumed, or sold to an Oddity Collector. So although your Sims might go through a bit of peril, they’ll thankfully be compensated.

One of my favorite pieces of haunted treasure is the new Sacred Candle. Not only do they look cool, but they also help protect Sims from paranormal influences. Place them around your house to make sure Sims are properly shielded!

A properly protected Sim.

Things like Sacred Candles and performing ceremonies at the Séance Table are integral to keeping your Sims happy in a Haunted House. Without using these paranormal tools, the entities of the house might get a little bossy.

And while it might be in your Sims’ best interest to keep the spirits of the house in check, watching things go horribly wrong in a Haunted House can be just as fun too. So whatever works for you!

Like Tiny Homes, this Lot Type can be toggled on or off at any time. So whether you’re a casual thrillseeker who wants to spend a couple of nights in a Haunted House, or a seasoned Paranormal Expert who wants to take on a new challenge, this Lot Type should offer something for you!

Crosspack Stuff!

Pets get to share the fun too! They especially love the accursed objects that show up!

I think they’re gonna get along great.

As mentioned before, a ton of old Buffs from multiple packs are now being converted to the Scared Mood. I think 70 something Moodlets were converted? Honestly, I lost count. Anything that seemed more appropriate for the Scared Mood was transferred over.

Oh, and you might remember an old Lot Trait from City Living called Haunted. For clarity’s sake, it needed a name change, so now it’s the Spooky Lot Trait. It also benefits from being combined with the new Haunted House Lot Type and will have an increased chance of spawning Ghosts at night. So use both for maximum haunted-ness!

Audibly Frightened

Last but not least, I’d love to turn it over to our Audio Artist for this pack, Briana Billups! She did a killer job bringing Haunted Houses to life! Trust me!

Conor: Can you tell us what an Audio Artist does on The Sims 4?

Briana: Big, broad picture: an audio artist decides what everything in The Sims 4 sounds like. We record, create, and edit sounds to the art and animation of the game. Little, very detailed picture: creating the actual sounds is usually one of the smaller aspects of our job. We are meeting with other departments, like design, animation, and VFX, to understand the overall vision of new game features and how we can fit in sonically. We are meeting with each other to make sure all our new content still keeps the very fun and quirky vibe of the Sims. We come up with new tools and implementation where necessary.

Conor: What sort of things go into the creative process for creating audio?

Briana: Every audio artist/sound designer has their own creative process, but I like to make a “sonic mood board” of sorts. I typically like to have a good idea of what I want something to sound like in my head before I record or edit it, so it’s nice to have sound effects or music to refer to that represents my original inspiration or ideas. When I was in college, I would make Spotify playlists for whatever I was working on. I would listen to them once a day, adding and editing as necessary, so when I actually got to work, I was in the right headspace. Now I’m usually less formal about this sort of stuff, but for this pack, I would refer back to things like Vincent Price’s demonic laugh from Thriller or Casper the Friendly Ghost Cartoons and the looping soundtrack from the queue of a horror ride at the Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk (Ghost Blasters)

Conor: What were you most excited to work on for this pack?

Briana: Definitely all the haunted house sounds! Good sound design is the crux of so many horror movies and video games, so even if we were keeping things more “Casper” and less “Poltergeist,” I still wanted to give a good scare here and there. I actually scared myself one day while playtesting another feature in the game!

Conor: If you had to choose, what is your favorite audio clip you’ve ever added to The Sims 4?

Briana: I would say my favorite SFX were the sports arena loops in EP08: Discover University. When you visit the arena for the soccer/esports match or graduation, you can actually listen to the whole game or ceremony. It was great to craft a whole story from start to finish using just sound. I also snuck in a lot of developer names when writing the scripts for our voice actors.

Thanks, Briana!

More To Come!

That about covers this first foray into the Paranormal Stuff Pack! This pack has been a ton of fun to work on, and watching my Sims flee in terror has been more enjoyable than I’d like to admit.

Next blog, we’ll focus on the Séance Table and developing your Medium skill, as well as the new active freelance career Paranormal Investigator.

Big thanks to the Stuff Pack team for helping this pack come to life, and thank you, Doctor Ashley, for building our featured Haunted House!

Until next time, SimGuruConor

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silverandarsenic-hcs · 3 years

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I know I’ve done this before sorta but this is the Finial List of all the shit that’s really just bad about them. the first half of each is serious bad stuff and the second half is just silly annoying shit they do. I am not apologizing for this so that’s that on that. I also still love them anyways.

Papa I: too old to do anything. he may be strong and smart, but he’s old, and tired, and gets grumpy when he’s tired. and when he’s grumpy hes a fucking asshole. he really doesn’t want to do anything, like go out for a fun day in the city, or try new things. can’t teach an old dog ne w tricks, and he doesn’t even try tricks he’s known about for forty years. He can be boring, and he can be punchy and shitty when he’s annoying (I don’t mean like punchy as in hitting, just you know when you were grumpy as a kid and you get really irritated and annoyed and kind of just wanna have a hissy fit and cant control it???? that.)

Papa II: Super emotionally unavailable and it just becomes taxing to try and get him to open up unless he’s ready and willing - which, spoiler alert, will never happen. He really does have a shitty temper and when he gets angry he sees red. Refuses to delegate tasks to other people around him because he thinks no one else can do it right. When he does, no matter what they do it’s never good enough and he makes all his interns cry and/or quit. for fun: he gets the “man flu” in which he will not take medication or go to the doctor until he literally has muscle dystrophy. thinks Advil or Tylenol is some hippy bullshit brainwashing pill invented by liberals that are trying to trick him into being happy. conspiracy theories. thinks aliens built the pyramids. watches ancient aliens in his spare time and never shuts up about it. Unable to use technology, and falls asleep in “special chair” at home.

Papa III: cant take no for an answer. he doesn't understand when someone refuses his advances because all of the girls in the clergy falling all over him his whole life has made his head a little too big. if you want major fucking ego, he’s the brother for you. if you don’t want flowers, and you don’t want random extravagant things, he’s not the brother for you, because if you tell him you don’t like the things he’ll assume you hate him and decide that you shouldn’t be together anymore. sure, it comes from a place of caring and wanting to spoil his s/o, but fuck, bro, tone it down. He’ll also talk at you for hours even if you’re not listening just because he loves the sound of his own voice. It doesn’t matter if you’re trying to do something else, or are tired, or you just don’t care, he’ll stop talking when he’s ready and only then. For fun: at a kids soccer game he would be That Dad that screams at the other kids like hes the assistant coach and probably be drunk and fist fight the other drunk dads in their lawn chairs. makes his s/o wax his back before they go to the beach or anywhere he has to be shirtless. its gross and hairy and he wouldn't care if his s/o didn’t bully his persian-rug body into it so hard one time he canceled a vacation.

Copia: He has no back bone. He’ll work until people give him what wants but he’ll never come right out and say it, in any kind of relationship or work. You’ll constantly be guessing whether or not what he said has a second meaning and if it’s really want he wants or he’s been waiting for you to figure it out the whole time. It’s fucking annoying. He’ll never be the one to put his foot down, or silence a room, or command attention like the other papa’s have, he just doesn’t have it in him. For fun: Calls his stomach his “spare tire” like what the fuck who says that?? Talks to everyone, you literally have to drag him away from talking to strangers. The person next to him at the cafe has their headphones in and he’s just chatting away. Small talk but just gets worse, and he subjects everyone to it. rides one of those bikes where you're basically lying down and doesn't shut the fuck up about how low impact it is on your back and knees. thinks the government is out to get him and everyone else but doesn't put two and two together and still has a google home thing or an alexa, buys that facebook skype camera thing for your tv that literally follows you when he walks. he just thinks their neat.

Dewdrop: Has a hot temper and genuinely gets mean when he lashes out. He doesn’t care that everyone has to chase after him all the time and has no remorse for what they have to do for him or what he ruins for them. He’s gonna do whatever he want’s whenever he wants and no one can tell him otherwise - everyone thinks this is so fun and quirky and great until it’s been a few months and they’re wondering why Dew hasn’t calmed down even a little. He’s too self obsessed to even care what other people want for him. A total mess wherever he goes, eats all the soap and candles and doesn’t replace them.

Swiss: saying someone is too good at everything doesn't sound like an insult, but it does when they brag about it. Swiss has always been the multi ghoul, meaning hes always been pretty good at everything, but never specialized in something. so rather than do more to hide the fact he’s a jack of all trades but master of none, he just brags about every tiny little thing he does. hes like 6′ but his ego is like 8′4″. Insanely jealous in relationships which can cause problems. he’s a liar. there. i said it. unless he’s your s/o, if his mouth is moving, it’s probably a lie. whether hes bigging up his own adventures, or trying to cover his tracks about where he was and who he was with, its probably all bullshit. the only reason he doesn’t lie to his partners is because he HATES being lied to in return and if he has feelings for you its a little harder to just shut you out once you realize he’s full of it. He mostly lies for fun, and partly just to see what people will really believe, so it get’s wilder and wilder every time. Refuses to do anything that’s boring to him like clean or do laundry, but he hates disgusting messes so he’ll just pay someone else to do it.

Mountain: Disgustingly messy. When I walk into a room i leave a hurricane of my shit everywhere, but if you took an actual hurricane and put it in his bedroom, you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference. No one in the whole church will go near his room, partly for the smell, partly for the fact of that there is no where to stand that isn’t a foot high with garbage and dirty clothes. If he cleaned his room i think a new disease would be unlocked. Super stubborn, and inpatient. He’s pretty chill, but refuses to wait for anything without getting super annoyed, and it’s impossible to change his mind about literally anything once it’s made up. Trying to debate him about anything is a fucking nightmare.

Aether: when you’ve been together for a while, and you’re comfortable with each other, things can get boring. he’ll stop taking you on dates every week, and stop thanking you profusely for everything you do, and stop treating you like a queen. things will get stale quickly, so unless you’re into routine, steer fucking clear or you're doomed. when he’s in a shitty mood, he will say literally anything to you to get you away from him. he just wants to be left alone and if you wont let that happen he’ll break up with you, tell you to fuck off, tell you to get away from him, tell you to go fuck yourself, whatever it takes. he doesn’t mean it, and even if he knows that deep down, you’re still causing the problem by existing, in his mind. refuses to accept that there may be a different way to do things. it’s Aether’s way or the highway and that's it. he thinks that if somethings easier, or faster than the way he does it, then it’s not being done right, and it’s fucking annoying how he wastes so much time doing stupid simple tasks because its the way he was taught and its the way he’ll do them until he dies

Rain: A baby. An actual baby. Needy and clingy and even a little bit pathetic sometimes. Here and there it can be cute and you might feel the need to nurture him, but honestly most people can’t handle it all the time but for Aether. He constantly needs attention in the exact way he wants and if he doesn’t get it he’ll whine and cry and try and make you feel like shit. Maybe it’s manipulation, maybe it’s not. Who knows. But you have to make sure he eats properly, make sure he gets dressed properly, make sure he sleeps, pretty much be a parent to him half the time. The amount of emotional labor is borderline slavery. His attitude is insane, and he’s sassy and bossy all the time as if he’s actually in control, and if you tell him otherwise he’ll scream (at the top of his lungs). Uses baby talk at an inappropriate timing and makes people uncomfortable sometimes.

Cumulus: Collects tiny little themed knick knacks that are literally everywhere and take up all the space in her and Cirrus’ little sapphic cottage. Nosey and wants to know everyone’s business all the time. The only person she tells is Cirrus but she won’t rest unless she knows every detail about a persons life and drama.

Cirrus: Leaves all the lights on wherever she goes. Leaves all the cupboards open. All the lights are on so much that it lights up the whole house all night, and people call them to tell them to either close their blinds or turn the fucking lights off.

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You can count on me to pull up with a thousand of questions sbdhdh. A3, A22, C5, D3, F3 for Jilly ; A18, A23, B9, C1, H2 for Nirn ; A5,B9, C8, D1, I5, for Thurwen ; A9, A13, C1, E8, and G6 for Valkya? 😏

A3, A22, C5, D3, F3 for Jilly ;

A3.Do they have any emotional or psychological conditions? Are they aware of it? Do they try to treat it?

Shawty got that stockholm syndrome in a way. She is…. Sometimes aware of it, though she wouldn't call it that any more. Maybe at first in the basement she was more aware, but now that she can come and go she thinks its a thing of the past. tries not to dwell on it. Kind of in a “well its literally not that bad its kind of fun its kind of romantic were just quirky <3” way, will get mad if someone insists she has stockholm or that the relationship is fucked. Will get enraged and upset on Vincent's behalf, probably cry and yell at you.

A22. Is your OC intended to be found generally attractive? Unattractive? Average? Is there a reason why?

I intended her to be fairly average, maybe kind of cute. It's generally the way she dresses/acts in public that draws attention, not her looks. I tend to make most of my ocs on the average scale besides a select few.

C5. Do your OC’s morals and rules of common decency go out the window when it comes to those they don’t like, or when it’s inconvenient? Aka, are their morals situational?

Good question…. Jillys morals are pretty simple- always be kind and nice, murder and hurting other people is bad, and you shouldnt lie. She sticks to those pretty strictly herself despite the situations she gets put in, often to her own detriment. But she doesn't always put a stop to those behaviors from the people she surrounds herself with, so she's sort of accomplice to bad acts of violence just by not snitching. So somewhat situational? She tries not to think about it.

D3. How comfortable are they with the idea of death?

Not comfortable! She hadn't seen a lot of it before her early twenties and was always sort of sheltered. dead fish are flushed down the toilet bcs they go to the ocean to live again, right? Thought cows and such all died of old age peacefully before they were made into burgers until she was like… twelve. 💀Won't kill mice and other critters despite her prey drive bcs she would feel too bad. And this is just for animal death, she's much more uncomfortable with human death. Also a thing she tries to ignore.

F3. Could they ever live in a “tiny home”?

God no. She hates small spaces unless she's hiding in them and tiny homes have no room for all the shit she stashes! No room for zoomies, or climbing on the furniture, or wrestling around on the floor. It would be filled with junk within a week.

A18, A23, B9, C1, H2 for Nirn ;

A18. Do they get jealous easily? Do they feel bad if they do?

He's never had much to be jealous of, as he's never really been over involved in romantic relationships. They were usually mutually beneficial and somewhat clinical in nature. Hes also pretty sure of himself and his value as an asset and lover. If he finds someone who peaks his interest and they become an item though, he might get jealous if he catches them flirting with other people. Hell be peeved at first but know flirtation in business has its value, so to make himself feel better might flirt with someone else while they are nearby. Make a game of it, see who wins.

A23. Does your OC place much importance on their appearance? Do they feel confident in it?

Appearances are crucial to him and spends a lot of time and money making sure he looks his best. He needs to appear above the rabble and impenetrable, dressing well and having immaculate posture and an air of both grace and otherworldliness.

B9. What kind of humor does your OC like the most? Slapstick, ironic, funny sounds, scare pranks, xD sO rAnDoM…

Definitely not one to find fart jokes funny. Very rarely laughs genuinely or full heartedly, he keeps all his expressions of emotion close to his chest. Sharp sardonic wit is appealing to him in the right circumstances, even a jab directed at himself can make him chuckle if it's well formed enough. Irony almost always gets him, even if its dark irony or gallows humor. Bit of a hard nut to crack. Would laugh enough that hed have to cover his mouth with his hand if he were to see Felix fall face first into mud, though. More often than not you can tell he finds something amusing by a gleam in his eyes and a slight squint.

C1. Does your OC have a moral code? If not, how do they base their actions? If so, where does it come from, and how seriously do they take it?

Well he used to have a real moral code :/. Now I mean…. The ends justify the means. By any means necessary. He considers his family's needs first, then the good of the world, then any individual in the world. Has ordered executions of entire families, had babies stolen and sent away, sent armies to certain death knowing full well they would all die, commanded individuals be tortured for information, sacrificed many in what he considers to be a game of chess where he is the player and others are the pawns. He finds senseless violence and savagery to be unforgivable, but if violence has a sense and purpose to employ it, then he will do so.

H2. Is your OC a thoughtful partner, in whatever aspect of that you want to cover?

Nirn tends to be a very thoughtful and attentive person in general, just for the wrong reasons lmaoooo. But with a lover? He's going to be utilizing that to show them how much he cares and using his powers for good. Mention you like a certain fabric while shopping one time and then complain your favorite tunic has a wine stain in it several months later, he's going to be taking your measurements for a new one in your preferred material without a moment's notice. Very keen on picking up moods, expressions and tone. Also has a very good memory. He doesn't really think about it but gifts are how he shows his love. Also a great attentive listener.

A5,B9, C8, D1, I5, for Thurwen ;

A5. Are they good at handling change in their life?

I would say so, yeah. Shes been used to things constantly changing since she was little and has had little to no control on outside influences. Shes also not one to over think about the past and lament, shes more of a one foot in front of the other, the only time is the present kind of gal. Of course large changes like becoming a warden were a bit more severe, but shes mostly able to think in the present as long as she has immediate problems to deal with.

B9.What kind of humor does your OC like the most? Slapstick, ironic, funny sounds, scare pranks, xD sO rAnDoM…

Slapstick is always gonna make her laugh as long as nobody gets seriously hurt, even if its her own ass tripping into a tree. Not a fan of scare pranks, 0/10 recommend trying to scare Thurwen. You will end up with a broken nose at best and an angry elf. Likes puns, but she's the one to groan at them and try and hide the grin spreading across her face. Gallows humor but only if its her in the gallows, otherwise doesn't find it funny at all. If a little kid calls someone a fartcicle she will be tears in the eyes giggling, which is hard when your warden commander and everyone looks toward you to be serious and mature gyshsdhdfsghsd.

C8. Is your OC more practical or ideal morally? I.e., do they hold people to high expectations of behavior even if it’s not realistic for the situation, or do they have a more realistic approach and adapt their morality to be more practical?

She definitely holds herself to moral ideals and is very hard on herself, but has realistic moral expectations for others. She can understand self serving and people only wanting to survive and she will only give people a little bit of shit for it, no one's perfect. But then she expects herself to be perfect and berates herself constantly for not living up to the hero of ferelden warden commander ideals.

D1. How religious is your OC? What do they practice, if anything? If they don’t associate with any religion, what do they think of religion in general?

Atheist ever since her mom died when she was a kid, but now Shes in a weird mixed state ever since the urn of sacred ashes where shes like. fuck the maker, but Andraste is cool I guess. So respects/believes in the power of Andraste while thinking the maker is a piece of shit and the chantry sucks ass. Even she doesnt know what she really believes, but she did see the ghosts of Andrastes disciples and Shartan, used her ashes as healing salve, killed an old god, etc. So shes been in a weird place recently, crisis of faith/non faith pretty continual.

I5. Are they a good cook?

I mean…. She can cook basics. Shes been feeding herself and the alienage kids since she was old enough to walk so she knows how to get protein and make things edible. Does it taste good? Probably not. She didnt see her first spice till she was 17 years old, but she can skin a rabbit in seven seconds.

LA9, A13, C1, E8, and G6 for Valkya? 😏

A9. Does your OC make a lot of excuses? For themselves? Others?

She tries to excuse bad behavior of herself or others a lot, yeah fgdgdsfhdhs. Mostly she doesnt have to make excuses for herself because she can wholeheartedly be like “yeah i fucked up but whatever im sexy and large and awesome and everyone loves me 🙄whatever baby” and when other people fuck up shes pretty sympathetic even though they are not as large nor as sexy. Shes very used to forgiving and excusing herself its totally alien to her when she really fucks up and is suddenly like wait… valkya…. Did bad?? What is this feeling. Shame?? Guilt?? IMPOSSIBLE.

A13. Does your OC have any phobias? If so, where did they come from?

She hates those giant bugs in morrowind and valenwood a whole fucking lot but I wouldnt exactly place it as a phobia. Those huge mosquitoes and haorvers got no respect but she really hates the morrowind bugs ever since they knocked her over and jumped her while she was pants down peeing drunk as hell in the sand :/ never forgave. Never forgot.

C1. Does your OC have a moral code? If not, how do they base their actions? If so, where does it come from, and how seriously do they take it?

She was raised in a healthy household that tought the basics, prety much “harming others needlessly, stealing, torture, rape, dessecrating the dead, being selfish and not doing right by others, etc etc all basic bad things” are her morals. Her morality is basically treat others how you want to be treated. And if they treat you badly, then have fun beating the shit out of them to show everyone else not to fuck with you. Its a pretty nordic morality in that way. Her morality is also since she was ‘blessed’ with being so large and strong, that she has to also look out for the little guy who cant protect themselves. So If someone treats them how valkya wouldn't want to be treated, then beat the shit out of the person harming them to show them the little guys got backup. Her parents raised her to be a hero and thats p much how she sees herself, which has its benefits and its fuckin problems.

E8. What’s one of your OC’s biggest regrets?

Fucking up Dem and Dariens relationship for sure dude :/ valkya always gonna be sulking over that one. She doesnt regret becoming a vestige, even though it would have made her so much happier not to be because it ended up saving so many people and the world. She regrets not spending more time with Naryu, regrets always having other life saving business she had to run off to, regrets not cherishing the time they had together. Regrets not telling Lyris how she feels, either. Regrets not being able to save as many people as she should have, regrets she wasnt stronger in coldharbor and didnt break out herself. But she tries not to think about it <3

G6. Do they have any favorite childhood memories?

When she was seven she once spent two months training to hold her breath underwater, because her cousin always held it longer and won the gold bet. She trained for hours almost drowning in the river until she could comfortably hold it for up to three minutes. During the next holiday when they all got together again the competitions were on and they both went under- her cousin won, holding their breath for four more minutes before they decided to come up. This was the first lesson she learned that shocked her world view- you always need to know your opponents capabilities. (after she lost 26 gold in the bets, her mother later had to inform her that her cousin was an argonian.)

#thank u beloved this was good to go thru while in class when i should have been paying attention gfhsdhds #valkya #jilly #nirn #thurwen #the ladies and the gilf #presented without evidence; valkya be stupit kinda :/#HOW DO U DO URS SO FAST... SUPER POWERS

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Fic prompt: character A has been dosed with a love potion but thanks to sheer luck they dont notice until the time period for its effects wear off. It isnt until character B notices that they were dosed( like they find an empty vile) that they being to get concerned.

Love Potion

ShadAmy 3k600

When the sun began to set and the warm wind became colder, a pink lady walked towards the coziness of her home looking from side to side making sure no one was looking at her.

With brown paper bags on both of her peach-colored arms, Amy Rose successfully opened the door to her pink home. Not wanting to waste time, the rosette hedgehog placed her bags on the dining table. It didn't take her long for the pink one to pull out two vials. Circular crystal clear vials revealed two different colors, a pink and black substance for each of the small vials.

Amy looked at them like a treasure because they were.

It was a love potion and an antidote.

Suddenly, there was knocking coming from her door. The pink hedgehog excitedly went towards it and she didn't doubt a second to open the door.

There he was. The not so tall black hedgehog. His vermillion eyes would naturally show a bit of cruelty but when it came to the pink one, his eyes naturally soften.

"Come in!" Amy said as she opened the door him, stepping side for Shadow to get in. The red stripped hedgehog walked in quietly absorbing the coziness of the house and aroma of Amy's home.

"What is that you need me for?" Shadow asked as he turned around to face Amy who was closing the door behind her. It didn't take the dark hedgehog a lot of time to figure out that Amy meant trouble this time. Her smile was a quirky one and her eyes showed decisiveness.

"You are going to drink something and you are going to tell me how you feel, alright?"

It was too simple that Shadow found it too risky. He was called in by Amy in such a short notice that he thought there was something important going on. It just couldn't be this easy.

"This seems too simple," Shadow said. "What else if there?"

"It is that simple! Please just try it out," Amy clasped her hands together. "I'll tell you what it is afterward ... Just trust me on this one."

Shadow the Hedgehog was the Ultimate Life Form, he really could do anything he wanted. There were a few things he just couldn't do, however, and one of those things was to say no to Amy Rose.

Defeated, Shadow sighed and said, "Fine."

Amy let a small squeal out of excitement and Shadow mentally smiled to himself. If he could make the girl happy by just drinking whatever she was going to give him, then so be it.

The pink hedgehog quickly went towards her kitchen and she came back with a spoon on her hand. Meanwhile, Shadow went towards the dining table where he noticed the pink and black vials. He sat in front of them knowing that this must be the things he was supposed to be drinking.

Amy sat next to him as she grabbed the vial that contained a pink liquid. A small 'pop' sound occurred the moment she took of the cork.

Delicately she poured some of the liquid on the spoon she had grabbed from the kitchen.

"Alright, say ah~" Amy said as she got closer to Shadow who was already thinking about going back on his word. It wasn't that he didn't want to help but Amy offering good as if was a baby made him feel the slightest embarrassment.

He rolled his eyes and he accepted his fate. Shadow opened his mouth and the pink one didn't hesitate to shove the pink substance in Shadow's mouth.

Now it was a matter of waiting.

Shadow tasted the liquid on his mouth and he was incredibly surprised that he actually liked the flavor of it.

"Tastes like strawberries," Shadow said. "Where did you get it?"

"You don't feel different?" Amy asked.

"No."

"Like, you don't see flowers around and think I am the most beautiful hedgehog in the world?" Amy asked again.

"What is all of this about?"

Amy sighed in defeat, once again she had her hopes too high. "I bought a love potion from a gypsy and I thought it would work."

"You were going to make me fall in love with you?" Shadow said his tone voice showed concern.

"Yes, but then I was going to give you the antidote ... It's this black potion." The rosette hedgehog said as she pointed to the other vial that contained a black substance.

The black hedgehog noticed the disappointment of the pink lady. Of course, this was one of her tricks to get the blue blur's attention, and once again it had failed. He tried to come up with some type of encouragement but he wasn't good with his words.

"If you want the faker to truly love you ... I don't think this is the way." Shadow said.

"I know! But I just wanted to know ... What it feels like." Amy looked down at the table, staring intensely at the pink love potion. "I just wanted for Sonic to love me one day ... I was going to give him the antidote afterward."

Shadow just couldn't stop himself from feeling a little bit sad for Amy. After all, they were good friends and he felt the pain of the pink one even if that pain was due to that blue hedgehog.

"Well ... At least you got yourself a good strawberry extract."

Amy giggled a little. She loved it when Shadow tried to be funny in order to cheer her up. Although he wasn't the funniest, the thought was what counted.

The pink hedgehog looked back again at the love potion and got curious.

"I am going to try it," Amy said as she placed some of the pink liquid on the spoon she had used before with Shadow. She didn't care if it was in his mouth before, they were past that point of caring in their friendship. The pink one placed the spoon in her mouth, letting herself enjoy the strawberry flavor of the liquid.

"Wow, you are right! This is really good, I should use this for baking," said Amy. "Glad to know my money didn't go fully to waste."

The two began to talk more after that, completely forgetting about the potions in front of them. Amy then proceeded to cook for Shadow who was more than happy to eat one of his friend's amazing cooking. They watched TV together and without noticing Amy fell asleep on the couch.

Shadow didn't think about it much and instead, he picked her up princess style. She was very light and the black hedgehog made a mental note to remind the pink flower to eat more whenever he could.

Walking through the hallway, Shadow tried to make as little sounds as possible. Finally, he reached the room of the pink one and he placed her delicately on her bed. When she was fully resting, Shadow placed some blankets on top of her and as he did he noticed something. Right next to Amy, on her right drawer, there were frames with pictures of her friends. Sonic, Cream, Knuckles, Tails, Blaze, Rouge, Silver, and everyone.

Even him.

It was an ID picture of him, the one G.U.N. took of him in order to create him a pass card.

He felt a bit embarrassed that he didn't' have any other pictures to offer. The black hedgehog was even surprised Amy had that picture but knowing her, he was sure she asked Rouge for a picture of him.

"Shadow?"

The black hedgehog heard a soft voice calling to him. He faced Amy who was directly looking at him.

"Yes?"

The moonlight coming from outside her window illuminated Shadow's face. Enhancing all of his features, especially his vermillion eyes which brighten by the outside light. Amy has always been aware that Shadow was a very attractive hedgehog, gaining the sighs of all of his females (And even some male) coworkers at G.U.N. However, it wasn't until now that Amy really took the time to appreciate all of him. He was like a fallen angel too ethereal to look.

"Your eyes are really pretty."

It was a pretty boring morning at the headquarters of G.U.N. After a long meeting with G.U.N.'s commander and other officials, Team Dark was ready for a well-deserved lunch break.

When they entered the agent's lunch and resting room, they were surprised to find a pink hedgehog sitting at one of the tables.

"Amy?"

Shadow asked as he walked towards the pink hedgehog who face brighten up the moment he noticed Shadow walking up to her. Rouge was following close and Omega would be too if he wasn't getting lunch at the Mechanic's Department.

"I brought you lunch," Amy said.

"Lunch?"

"Yes, I don't know I was cooking at home and made some extra so I decided to bring it to you."

The black hedgehog gulped saliva because he was surprised at Amy's actions. Not because he wasn't used to Amy cooking for him but because she went all the way from her home to G.U.N. to bring him food. It wasn't only that, Amy had brought him lunch on a pink bento box with stickers of cute bunnies around it.

Add those things plus the people watching them in awe, especially the white bat behind him who was known to be a tease.

"Well, Shadow aren't you going to say thank you to your girlfriend?" Rouge said as she patted his back making him realized once again his embarrassment.

"She's not my girlfriend," Shadow faced Rouge, giving her a cold stare.

"Of course I am not!" Amy said loud enough for everyone to hear. Shadow let out a small smirk, thankful that Amy was sharing the same sentiment. However, that feeling didn't last long because Amy was fast to go against his predicament as well.

The pink hedgehog stood up from her seat, her hands smacking against the table.

"I am his wife!"

Now there he was, walking Amy outside G.U.N.'s headquarters. A sad look on Amy's face and an angry look the black hedgehog.

"Don't say things like that Amy," Shadow said as he let go on Amy's wrist. Finally, they were outside the building, and Shadow was ready to talk. "Didn't you see how the other females were looking at you? They were ready to hurt you."

"I am sorry ... I just wanted to make it clear to all of those girls that I am the one you love," Amy was looking down to the cement, feeling a bit ashamed of her self. However, she just couldn't control her jealousy sometimes. She could hear how the other girls at G.U.N talked so dreamily about Shadow and her anger just got the best of her.

"Besides ... I just want to be with you today."

The black hedgehog watched her moved her right foot in circles in a shy manner. She was still holding the pink bento box in her hands.

"Rose, as much as I like your attention, you are usually not like this," Shadow looked down to the pink one, making eye contact with her. He didn't want to make her feel sad but it was too risky for her to say those words out loud. Someone may take it seriously and try to hurt her. Hell, even Rouge had gotten some death threats because she goes on missions with him.

"I think I may know what's happening, but right now I have to go back to work," Shadow said. "I'll see you after at your house"

"You mean our home?"

The black hedgehog would be lying if he said he didn't feel something when she said 'our home' However, he didn't think too much about it. It must be the love potion speaking that somehow it has done its effect on her last night.

"Yeah, whatever." Shadow crossed his arms as he looked away, not wanting to make eye contact with Amy anymore.

"What about your lunch?" Amy extended both of her arms, holding the pink bento box right in front of Shadow. The dark hedgehog gave it one last look before saying,

"I am not eating it."

Shadow regretted saying that the moment the words escaped his lips because as he saw Amy's disappointed and sad face was something he just couldn't stand.

Amy let out a small sniff, "I am a bad wife, aren't I?"

And just like that, the pink bento box disappeared from Amy's hands. Shadow held it close to his chest as if it was something precious to him.

"I don't want it but since you came here all the way to give it to me I'll accept it."

Amy thought that today was going to go peacefully. Central City was known for its safety because it was the home of world heroes. As well that G.U.N.'s main headquarters was located in the city in case anything happens. Our pink lady was more than ready than to go home and cook something for her lovely Shadow the Hedgehog.

She was singing to her herself, a smile decorated her face and she was just radiating happiness. Amy didn't remember being this happy before, maybe she was but it was a distant memory now.

The streets of Central City were lively, full of people talking, whispering, walking. Tall, medium, and small buildings decorated the sides of the streets. Coffee shops, clothing, restaurants, malls, and many more businesses were the epitome of a modern city. Very few cars passed once in a while, which was a normal sight since the city mainly focused on subways and trains.

It was a good say ... way too good.

And of course, to ruin Amy's beautiful day, people began running. Horrible screams of panic filled the city's air. Families ran towards the closest restaurants to hide, some coffee shops closed their stores, and others just decided to make a run for it.

It didn't take Amy long to figure out what was happening.

Eggman.

"HOHOHO!"

Yeah, definitely him.

Eggman was in his Eggmobile, following his 100-meter tall robot. Amy rolled her eyes in annoyance, did she really have to fight the robot now? There was a possibility that she might get her new dress dirty and she didn't want Shadow to see her like that either.

Seeing that no one else was going to appear any time soon. The pink lady snapped her fingers and immediately her iconic hammer appeared on her right hand. She approached the robot, a fearless expression on her face.

"Hey, Eggman! Do you think we can reschedule this for another time? I really can't today." Amy said loud enough for Eggman to hear.

Eggman looked down to the ground where he found a pink dot which he immediately recognized.

"Oh? What about tomorrow afternoon?"

"I don't think so, I'll be with Shadow."

"Oh, then what about next weekend- Wait no! I'll attack now!"

It took only the pressing of one red button in the Eggmobile for the 100-meter tall blue robot to start moving and destroying things with his missiles.

Amy was fast to take action as her hammer made direct hits to the robot's center.

And then, G.U.N.'s troops began to appear. From left to right, down to the bottom, helicopters, cars, motorcycles, guns, officers, and agents. The pink hedgehog let out another smile, knowing better well who was going to appear at any second now.

As if Chaos heard her prayers, it didn't take long for her favorite hedgehog to appear.

Shadow the Hedgehog.

"What did you think you were doing?!"

It was already late at night at Amy's house and the last thing she expected was to get scolded by her love.

Like a child that got caught painting the walls, Shadow was in front of Amy as she was sitting on her sofa looking down to her feet.

"And what was I supposed to do? Let that bullet get to you?" Amy said quietly.

"Yes! Bullets can't go through my skin!"

"But still!"

The black hedgehog sighed in defeat. He knew that he shouldn't have left her just like that. Now here she was, with an injured arm and a white bandage wrapped around it where the bullet had pierced through. She was alright, the wound would heal soon enough. However, Shadow would be lying if he wasn't the slightest worried about her.

More than that actually ...

"Quick, we need to get her to a hospital!" Shadow was screaming to the other agents to get help from them. He was becoming desperate as no one was showing up.

"Shadow, there's no need. I am fine-"

Amy was trying to calm her lover seeing that he was panicking more than necessary. She even felt a bit guilty for making him feel like that.

"Don't waste your energy talking! I need to get you to the hospital now!"

"But Shadow-"

"I don't want you to die!"

"But I won't!"

Looking back at it, Shadow was just overreacting. He was exaggerating but could you blame him for not understanding a normal Mobian's body? For all he knew, they could easily break like glass or paper.

Now he was sitting next to the pink flower. For a few seconds, none of the two were saying a word until once again, Amy broke the silence.

"You looked so cute!"

"Cute?"

"And cool too! Amy said. "And when the robot kept attacking me you were like 'damn' ... You were so romantic!"

Amy kept babbling about how 'cool' Shadow was. He rolled his eyes in annoyance but in all honesty, he was enjoying Amy's admiration. Her words were full of love, appreciation, and Shadow wonders if she really thought of him like this. Part of him didn't want for her to stop or whatever was happening to stop. However, he just couldn't let Amy live like this. This wasn't the real Amy, this wasn't her friend.

This whole love potion needed to end now.

"Alright, time for your medicine." Shadow stood up from the sofa and walked towards the dining table were thankfully he found the black antidote for the love potion on a vial. He then went to the kitchen and grabbed a spoon. Finally, he walked back to the pink hedgehog was waiting for him patiently.

"What is this medicine for? I don't feel sick." Amy said as she watched her black partner sit next to her.

"Just drink it, it will help you heal faster." Shadow took off the small cork out of the crystal vial and placed a good amount of black liquid on the spoon.

"Alright, drink it." The black hedgehog puts the spoon close to Amy's mouth but to his surprise, she looks indifferent to it.

"Before I drink that you have to answer a question." Amy looked directly at Shadow vermillion's eyes. He was a bit annoyed at her stubbornness but he couldn't do anything about it at this point. Shadow nodded as to finish this as soon as he could.

"I love with all of my heart but ... do you love me?"

What could he do? What could he say to make this situation better? He knew that Amy didn't love him and it was just the love potion talking again. He simply could say yes, and get this over with. However, his friendship with Amy was based on honesty, and lying to her just didn't feel right.

But maybe it wasn't all a lie.

"Well ... What do you think?"

The next day when the love potion wore off, Amy didn't' doubt to go see the gypsy who sold her the love potion and antidote and ask for a return.

Besides not being able to remember what happened yesterday, and having a feeling that something interesting happened, the pink hedgehog had enough of messing around with magic.

She looked around the forest where she last stumbled upon the gypsy's tent. Glad to see that the purple tent was still there, Amy didn't doubt to enter. It was bigger than it looked. A shelter full of potions decorated the left side, while on the other side jars of unknown substances were placed carefully on the placed at the top of the right corner. Under it was a very beautiful gypsy fox. Her yellow fur made her blue eyes stand out and the soft smirk placed on her face made her look too good, even Amy felt a bit intimidated by her.

"Do you know how to knock dear?"

"Is a tent, you can't knock," Amy replied.

"Touche,"

The blond fox stood from her chair and slowly approached the pink hedgehog. "What do you want now, didn't the love potion work?"

"No, actually it did and that was the problem," Amy said as she pulled the love potion and the antidote out of the bag she was carrying. "I am returning them because they worked too well ... Well, almost."

"Almost?"

The gypsy asked intrigued as they took the vials from Amy's hands.

"Well, my friend tried it the first time and it didn't have any effect on him," Amy replied relieved that the potion was no longer on her hands.

"My love potions never fails ... Do you know what that means?"

The gypsy fox gave Amy a teasing smile, one in which it almost the pink one tremble in fear. Amy shook her head side to side indicating her lack of knowledge.

"That means that your friend is already in love with you."

A/N: This was supposed to be a quick 2k word ff but it turned to be almost the double of it. I honestly didn’t want this to be long lol. Oh well, sorry for the mistakes and I hope you liked it!

#shadamy fanfiction #Shadamy #shadowxamy #shadow and amy #sonic fanfiction

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msiopao · 4 years

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Sera with the Members

a/n: mark is in this because dream is now a fixed unit and he’s part of the lineup!!!!!!

WATERMELON ADDICT

was the person who made Sera comfortable since he reminded her of home

always asks if canadian bacon is better than american bacon

‘i dONt kNoW, sERa! mEAT iS mEaT!’

she didnt actually cry on stage when he was leaving but she cried when it was just the two of them and he recorded for the last time

it was her idea for hyuck to buy him a big bottle of ketchup

CANNOT believe that mark was a churchboy and ends up acting up in music videos

the duality SCARES her

calls her finny since her name is serafina

sera has her own room but she has an extra bed so he sleeps in there when he spends the night

learned this watermelon shake to help mark’s hangover

english all the time

ever since they met, mark has always placed his elbow on her head due to her short height

sera learned this fried rice recipe from her mom and he goes over to their dorm for breakfast

‘mark bls dont touch anything. get out of the kitchen and go watch tv or something’

always brings up his messed up eggs

‘gordon spitting facts tho’

whenever he feels too overworked or too pressured, sera has always made it a point to come over to their dorm and have a movie night with just the 2 of them with his favorite snacks and drinks

LONJIN

omg these two

sera is typically not mean but when renjun starts, she becomes ruthless

always calling out his fake personality

‘everyone, don’t believe him! he’s 2 faced!’

‘what are you even saying! you act like you’re so quirky and giggly but you yeeted jisung into the wall last night!’

‘YAH!’

so yea, they fight a lot

but its very playful and they know where that line is drawn and not cross it

he talks to her about space and aliens and she listens to every word bc renjun sounds so confident and happy whenever he talks about that stuff

they’re actually 10 days apart but sera acts like she’s 10 years older than him

‘IS THAT HOW YOU TALK TO SOMEONE OLDER?!’

‘okay, granny’

always in awe whenever renjun draws and paints and she really likes seeing him in his element

unbeknowst to her, he actually draws her a lot

wants to frame all of his work

they go out to the roof and stargaze

he steals her airpods just to watch her go crazy

once hid her phone in the fridge

lives for his vocals

cannot believe how much he’s grown from chewing gum era to now

her heart strings were tugged when he cried in dnyl

renjun always says that he wishes sera was born as his little sister bc they act like they’re siblings

EYESMILE PRINCE

hmm

so their is kinda complicated

sera’s closest to him than all the members bc 1, he was her first friend and 2, he has cats

before, when they still went to school, her and jeno always went together

yes, jaemin and jeno and her went together in the beginning

but jaemin was in the hospital and recovering so it just became them 2

also, she goes to visit his parents so she can see his cats

this results to his parents and older sister adoring her

‘bongsik, nal, and seol are my kids’ - lee sera, 00 line vlive

she always craves for attention and when it isnt given bc he’s too busy playing, she just walks into his room and sits on his lap while he plays

tries to get his attention by saying stuff but he teases her by acting like she aint there

‘fine, i’ll go to jaemin’

jeno wasnt supposed to be blonde for the comeback but they were just messing around and next thing they knew, jeno’s tips were bleach blonde

when shes on that,,,, time,,,,, hes the only one in the dorm she listens to

not even johnny, who’s practically her father

collabs with her mukbang show and jsmr

he mentions her like at least once whenever he has lives that she’s not in

steals his glasses all the time just to watch him wander around with this confused adorable face

hugs are so cute w these two and czennies see them hugging in videos and she can barely reach his shoulder

forehead kisses and sweater paws for daysss

NANA

drop dead gorgeous boy

shes not safe from jaemin’s affections

*cue jeno glaring at him for stealing her*

we all know how much he loves the members and whenever sera breathes, he busts his uwus

takes so many pictures of her

sera buys him lots of lip balms and carmex but he always forgets to put them on

sera hates peaches but she buys him peach flavored sweets whenever she sees them

‘NANA!!’

sera is also an attention whore so she always runs to him and wraps her arms around him and he squeals by how cute she is

bought him an expensive camera for his birthday

has a polaroid picture of him in her clear phone case

actually, her phone background is an old picture of predebut sera, jeno, and jaemin

one of the rare moments where she cried was when she found out that jaemin wouldnt be in a few comebacks bc he was sick

kept visiting him and jaemin cannot repay her enough

the dorm is full of ryan and winnie plushies from the sofa, a tiny winnie plush on the corner of the island counter, and their bedrooms

sera is the one who always throws away the his satanic drink even though it’s still full

‘yah, you need to think about your health and if it your body is tired, dont fight it by trying to drink these to keep your energy’

sleepovers with them are often and sometimes found sleeping on the spare bed in her room

FULL SUN

our big babie

oh boi when he got hurt

sera called him twice a day, one in the morning and one at night, just to check if it’s still hurting and making sure he’s resting

forever remembers when he dressed up as a girl

‘you see, i’m not the only girl member. dongsuk is just on hiatus right now’

his name on her phone is ‘man-child’

when he went on tour with 127, she really missed him

like she missed him so much that she kept posting on instagram for him to hurry back home

still mad that he moved dorms to be with the older members

when sera got sick, she made him sing ‘no longer’ to her like a lullaby

when he asks sera to do something for him, usually she says no because he asks her to do ridiculous things but his aegyo always convinces her

thinks his color amblyopia is so fascinating and adds more into the unique traits he has

another attention giver and she loves hugging him because he gives really warm hugs

one time, jeno and sera had a fight and it got so bad that hyuck had to be called and he was the only one who got to talk some sense in sera to talk to jeno

but the legendary markhyuck summer fight was resolved because sera yelled at them and cried since they are best friends and they shouldnt be like that to each other

they made up since ‘wow sera cried’ and ‘the members are ready to beat us up if we continue this’

and by members, like all members, including the older ones

sera knows how much being the moodmaker title burdens him so she tries to ease that burden by talking to him just the two of them

DOLPHIN CHILD

look how adorable he is UWU

he is 1/2 of sera’s sons

like she’s whipped for him and jisung and he knows it too

‘noona~’

‘yes, i will give you the world, the stars, and the moon’

thinks his laugh is endearing and is sad that it isnt that high-pitched anymore since his voice got a little deeper

cannot believe how much he’s grown too

when he speaks in chinese, sera thinks its the cutest thing

‘can we give his scalp some rest? its not healthy for the boy’

trust fund babies

you know how chenle has 3 airpods?

sera went through 4 phones since she keeps losing or breaking it

dont ask how bc shes as clumsy as namjoon

had this phase where he wouldn’t stop back-hugging his noona and she just left it alone

always buys him snacks and cooks him a lot of food bc she thinks he’s too skinny and wants him to be healthy and gain some fat on those cheeks again

on their break, she went to china with jisung and her lock screen is a picture of her and chenle holding his nephew

triggered her baby fever

czennies ship them but he makes it clear she’s the older sister he’s never had

nct dream took a vacation to her hometown and she bought them basketball tickets so chenle could see his idol

his mom practically adopted her since she goes over to his apartment all the time whenever the others are getting too much for her

she misses him so much its not even funny

JISUNG PWARK

our maknae is growing up :(

sera had the whole family sit and watch the first episode of dancing high

so proud of her boy

she called him during the show and it was shown and heard about her telling him to take care of himself and to not be too hard on his body and that she’s waiting for him at home

as the youngest member overall, sera babies him the most

he obvs takes advantage of it and she used to cuddle him to sleep when he was younger bc he had a hard time sleeping

again, cooks for him a lot since he’s a growing boy and making sure he takes vitamins and drinks water and limit sugary things

she calls his mom to give him updates about her son

remember his phone that he used until it actually died?

sera actually bought him a new one before that happened and just casually gave it to him

‘i know this was going to happen so i just took care of it. i have to take care of you, jisung-ah’

hypes him up whenever he dances bc wow this boy is actually talented

doesnt really like skinship but he tolerates it when she holds his hands bc theyre so much bigger than hers

one day just woke up and she got so confused when jisung grew up

‘did you grow in your sleep?’

‘n-no?’

loves his awkward nature and she keeps saying how adorable he is and cute he is whenever he acts cool

god, she’s just so whipped for him

but tbh, who isn’t?

aaaahhhhhh i cannot believe our wish came true and they became a fixed unit and we really getting a comeback and an mv in the 29th!!!

#nct dream #nct #nct 22nd member #nct dream 8th member #nct au #nct dream imagines #nct dream imagine #nct dream scenarios #nct dream scenario #nct dream 8th member au #8th member of nct dream #nct 22nd member au #22nd member of nct #nct dream female member #nct female member #nct female addition #nct dream female addition

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caroline18mars · 4 years

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A Man On Fire - Chapter 77

Harper arched her back in bliss, it was like life was being breathed into her again after a lifetime of coma, his skin rubbing against hers, it was intoxicating to feel all those muscles on his back flexing and rippling under her fingers, to say she had missed him and that cathedral of a body was an understatement. Hard and throbbing he pushed himself agaist her and there was nothing else she could or wanted to do then open her legs and welcome him back inside her warm body that had been deprived of his love and attention for way too long, “I need you inside of me” she breathed in his ear, he was being considerate with foreplay as always, but the fire was burning out of control already, it was time for the real deal, her head fell back and her mouth formed a silent ‘O’ as he slowly entered her, making her feel like she was going to burst. No matter how many times they had made love in the past, she would never get used to his gigantic size. “You ok?” he held himself up on stretched arms above her, with a mix of lust and concern in his glazed over eyes. Without a word but with a simple grin, she clasped her legs around his waist to urge him to move and push himself further and even deeper inside of her. Jared threw his head in his neck with a blissful groan. It was her whispered “come on big boy, just fuck me real hard and good” that drove him insane and his hips started a hard, slow thrusting that had her completely breathless by the time he sped things up. Slowly she was losing her mind in the best way possible, she lost all control over her speech, all she could utter were moans of painful, yet delightful pleasure, seeing her wriggle underneath him was so intoxicating even if they were doing plain missionary, her hands kneading her breasts, fingers tweaking her nipples, moaning and groaning her way up to a much needed orgasm but that orgasm would have to wait a little, first he was going to destroy that sweet pussy of hers even harder. “I fucking love you so much” he groaned at her, a rush of blood clouding his head, it had been too long, he wasn’t going to last long but it didn’t matter, they could do it again and again and again all through the night and if not tonight then there was always the rest of their lives, because he wasn’t going to let her slip away anymore. His hips pushed harder and faster, the white hot heat building up in his groin with every thrust, Harper was suddenly swept up in a whirlwind of sensations and right after him, she too screamed out her orgasm.

Fifteen minutes later they were still glued to each other, like both their bodies had morphed into one, “don't ever leave me again, I don't wanna be without you, not even for one more second” he breathed against her forehead, being the first to break the silence between them. He could see Harper's faint smile and then she exhaled so deep like she had been waiting a lifetime to exhale and that's when he saw the tears roll down, “hey, hey, what's wrong? Babe?” he cupped her face in his hands “did I say or do something wrong?”. Harper shook her head, “No..it's not you..I don't know what's wrong..” she sniffed through her tears, “you just had so much on your plate..all that pent up stress and tension..” he kissed her wet eyes. “Just let it go, we're together now and that's all that matters, I'll help you through this, I promise” he pulled her even closer to him, dotting butterfly kisses all over her tear-stained face and his heart jumped when she held on to him and released all the tears she had in her. “I've missed you so much” she breathed, “not as much as I missed you, I was so lost without you” Jared reassured her but she suddenly pulled away from him, with a look that betrayed she didn't believe him “what? What is it?” fear squeezed his throat together. “Steph..you had a call with Steph before..you say you've missed me so much, but you still hooked up with her so soon after..us..oh djeez, now I sound like a jealous bitch” she knew she was being completely irrational but she just could help it. “You have every right to say what you say, you're right, it was the old me that resurfaced after you and I..well after we split up” he kept caressing and kissing her hair to have her relax a bit, he didn't want things to escalate between them, “I'm not that man anymore, that's all I can say”. Harper squinted her eyes “how do I know that? You were that man until..what? 48 hours or so ago?” it was a valid question, “true..but hooking up with Steph was out of..spite..I wasn't myself when you left me..I lost it and fell back into old habits..” he tried to explain but she was having none of it. “Old habits? I don't know if they're really old habits, or just who Jared is? We split up because you cheated remember?” this was not going well, not well at all, “I know..and I also know there's nothing I can say to change your mind, but I'm not gonna fuck things up between us ever again, I swear, just have a little faith..”. He was right, there was nothing he could say to miraculously make his past disappear, she had decided to take the plunge and given in to her feelings for him again, so she would just have to stick with it and start believing in his good intentions. “I think I can do that..” those six little words were all it took to defuse the situation, “good girl..Steph is out of my life, I chose you and I'll always choose you, I let things cloud my vision for the last time, she's a dumb mistake that's in the past, you are everything I need for a bright future” he kissed her bottom lip to erase the tiny pout that formed on there. “Just love me Jared, that's all I can ask, just love me the way only you can” she returned his kiss and soon all the tears were washed away by another round of glorious lovemaking.

”Any news?” Jared came walking out of the bathroom with a towel riding dangerously low on his hips, “no..no news” sighing she put her phone back on the nightstand and got a bit lost in her thoughts again, “no news is good news, right?” he sat down on the bed next to her and rubbed her thigh. “I guess so..I'll call Arno later on” she started to resurface again but she wasn't completely out yet, “so what do you want to do today?” his voice was so soft and tender, “Oh..well, I was thinking of checking in with Charles, even though I still think he's the root to all this evil..you know, bringing my parents here..” she sighed, “I know, but I honestly think that he had everyone's best intentions in mind..he's pretty shook up about everything's that happened..anyway, I'll come with you, we'll face him together, alright?” he tried to kiss her doubts away, but he knew they would only disappear when she faced Charles again and talked things through with him.

He loved walking around New York with her, here he felt he could do it because he could keep a certain kind of anonymity here, NY always kept it real, in sharp contrast to the gossip and glamour of LA, of which he was reminded by the constant buzzing in his pocket from Steph blowing up his phone even after he told her he wanted nothing more to do with her. The wonderful smell of fresh baked bread greeted them as he held the door open for Harper walking into the renowned bakery/coffee bar, “I love this place” he took off his coat and sat down, grabbing her hands, “and I didn't just choose it for its' wonderful breakfast but also for another reason” he grinned and looked out the window pointing “remember?”. Harper followed his gaze and then it dawned on her “Oohhh, the place where we first met..” she swallowed hard in excitement “that was such a weird moment”. Jared sat back grinning “weird and yet so amazing and so..normal, deep in my heart I wasn't surprised to see you turn up, I guess deep down I was really hoping it'd be you”, they were interrupted to place their order, which they did but as soon as the waiter left Harper squeezed his hand. “You were hoping for Coco to show up because you had met Harper first? Or were you feeling guilty somehow that you were going to meet Coco and in the back of your mind you were hoping for Harper?” her difficult question had him frowning and thinking for a second, pondering on his answer “Honestly, I was so fond of you both, I dreaded having to give up one for the other and then I got my prayers answered when Harper Coco showed up, I was so torn, there was Coco who was so intruiging and funny and artistic and mysterious who I was so completely besotted with even though I had never seen her, I knew in the depth of my heart that no matter how she looked, I'd fallen for her hook, line and sinker..and then there was Harper who was equally artistic and genius and completely nuts, fighting off guys twice her size, very high in energy, you were like a fucking loaded gun” his grin became bigger and bigger just talking about her “and then there was the way Harper looked that had my hormones racing, girl, I was so fuckin' jealous of Sean at the time, just the fact that you both were so physically and emotionally close”.

Harper nearly choked on her coffee “Sean and I..close? What a frikkin' nightmare he turned out to be, but it's kinda cute that you were actually jealous!! I didn't know what to make of you really..you constantly blew hot and cold on me” she lathered up a croissant with butter. “Oh really? surely there must have been something you liked about me?” he was fishing for compliments now, even after all this time she hadn't put all of her cards on the table, “I thought you had the cutest bubble butt I had ever seen” she giggled, it was a treat seeing her laugh again. “I agree, that is one of my finest assets” he hiccupped “what else?”, she stopped chewing for a second “apart from the fact that you're incredibly easy on the eye, you were also prepared to be my best friend and you supported my work from day one, that meant and means the world to me, but what I love the most about you is that you're so unconventional, you're quirky and extremely ambitious and driven but you also got the biggest heart, you were always there for me when I needed and need you most”. Every single compliment she was paying him made his heart burst, “you know you may have lost your title, but your true nobility and aristocracy always comes shining through, and then I haven't mentioned your breathtaking beauty yet”. Harper shifted uncomfortably in her seat “ok, ok, enough with the compliments..we've given each other a new chance so let's not try and fuck it up again..shall we start with that?” she pushed a strawberry in her mouth, she always had a hard time dealing with compliments. “Don't say 'fuck' too much, I'm having trouble enough keeping my cool just thinking about everything that we did last night..even you eating that strawberry is almost enough to send me over the edge, I'm getting old” he wiggled in his chair to make his point clear. “Old? You? Oh honey, after two toecurling orgasms, old is not the word that instantly comes to mind” teasing him, she let another strawberry slip between her plump lips, giggling again like a school girl when she saw him squirm in his seat even more. “Anyway, we're in a public place so let's try and keep our hormones under control” there was a faint smile and a deep sigh as she came back to reality that wasn't exactly shiny and bright for her at the moment. “I wish I could cancel every point on my agenda and just disappear for a while..I just wish I could go back to that carefee time before all this” she took a sip of her hot coffee and stared at the spot where they first met, her eyes glazing over with the memory. Jared grabbed her hand and rubbed his thumb over it “I totally get that..why don't you come back with me to LA in a few days? We can pack up your stuff at your apartment and have it shipped to LA”. Harper's mouth fell open when he dropped that bomb “What? Wait..LA?” she pulled her hand back, “it's where I live, so yeah that's what I mean, LA is a lot more chill than New York, you'll move in with me and we can hide from the world for a while”. Harper's eyes became saucers “move in..with you?” she whispered in shock, “well yeah, unless you have some secret lover there that I don't know about and were planning to move in with him..of course I want you to move in with me, silly!”.

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Kombat Krew; Random HCS, Habits and quirks.

No idea what to call this. Just an assortment of some random headcanons, featuring various habits, quirks and random occurrences of the Kombat Krew. Some of them are slightly NSFW so just to be safe, 18+ NSFW under the cut! Ermac is NOT paired with anyone. More just a random Headcanon about him, solo, no pairing. Because I don’t do pairings with him. Kano is mentioned, but it is a shit post. Mainly trash! Hope you enjoy!

· Kabal; Doesn’t matter if he’s pre or post burn. He has a bad habit of eating your food. The left-over pizza in the fridge? He ate it. That piece of cake you were saving, he ate it. Those sweets you hid in the cupboard, he ate them. He is so sorry about it though. He will buy you more to make up for it. He gets really hungry (I headcanon is metabolism is higher than normal) he says he’s sorry. He’ll never eat your special stash, the sweets reserved for when you’re ill/ on. And he always buys you non-edible gifts, he just gets hungry and needs to eat. He always shares his food though. So, he’ll never complain if you steal his chips (Fries) even though you said you didn’t want any.

· Scoprion (Hanzo Hasashi); Sometimes, when watching a film, if a scene gets a little too intense, he can accidentally, like light a pillow on fire. He really doesn’t mean to do it. It just happens. Some guys have the strength to pop pillows, he lights them on fire. You were once watching a horror film, and he accidentally set fire to the pillow he was holding. All because you jumped and squeaked a little. Which made him jump and squeak a little. Queue the both of you trying to extinguish it. He’s so sorry. It’s endearing because you both laugh about it. Seeing him smile is worth all the burnt pillows and set off fire alarms in the world.

· Sub Zero (Kuai Liang); He loves to hold you. He wants to feel close to you, the man has been touch starved for a while. It also brings him great relief knowing you are safe. But there is a slight snag in this. He’s freezing. His hands are extremely cold. And he has a bad habit of placing his hands-on exposed skin whilst asleep. Which wakes you up. It’s not bad in summer, but when are you actually anywhere but the cold? So yeah, Cold hands warm heart. He’s really sorry about it, apologises and blushes red. Why is it endearing? Because he just wants to be close to you. Subconsciously it’s like he’s trying to reach out and touch you. Even in sleep he’s trying to keep you safe. And ain’t that cute?

· Kano; Pisses to make his territory. Pissed all over your new sofa. Absolutely foul man.

· Baraka; Isn’t really a bad habit, more of a regular occurrence, which has turned into a habit. Okay. So, I agree with the consensuses that he is a bit spiky and would rip clothes, blankets etc. But making out with him comes with a risk. To cut a long story short, he once got embedded into the couch. Innocent little cheek kisses, turned into you kissing his neck, straddling him. And he punctured your best pillow and his spikes got stuck in the couch. Well. Fuck. It’s quirky, because, he is literally like an up-turned hedgehog in these moments. Just don’t laugh… or let him catch you laughing.

· Johnny Cage; He live tweets EVERYTHING. You’re shopping, he’s already tweeted fifteen times before you enter the centre. Only to be mobbed by a group of fans. You’re having a mini-jokey argument about the answer to a game show question. He’s asking his fans if they know, ‘Hey its classes as phone a friend Y/N. Except, it’s tweet your followers’ Can’t decide what to have on the pizza, live-poll for his fans to answer for you! As annoying as it can get, it is pretty sweet. Because well, he’s letting everyone know he’s happily spoken for. He is so proud to be with you, and he’s just boasting about it! it’s better than him not saying anything at all. So, you can deal with the crowds, just as long as he’s by your side.

· Erron Black; He has this habit of just being a tad bit messy. Guns, bullet casings and powder everywhere. Also, he sometimes forgets that his boots are covered in mud, so that gets trailed in. Has a terrible habit of placing his feet on the table too. He likes to lounge, if he was an animal, he’d probably be a cat. So yeah. A bit on the messy side of things. He does help you clean up, but there is nothing worse than him, trailing mud into your house. You just kind of stare in disbelief, he’s wondering what’s wrong, then the colour drains from his face when he relaises what he’s done. ‘I’ll go get a mop’

· Shang Tsung; He trapped Ermac in a bottle. Not happy with him at the moment. So yeah, he’s going to try and eat your fucking soul. Sorry guys. The bastard trapped the Spooky man in a bottle. Not happening.

· Ermac (Not paired with anyone); They have a bad habit of just floating around. They have scared Erron before. Erron thought he was alone, all happy and content, one minute there was nobody. Next minute BOOM. Ermac is just floating and staring at him. Where the fuck did they come from? Kotal was once taking a dip in a hot spring, didn’t notice Ermac hovering and reading. Next minute ‘We think the steam will help your wound’ Ermac is now telling him the healing properties of different salts. Thank god they cannot just drift through walls. They have boundary problems, they just want a friend to be fair. Someone be their friend!?

· Cassie Cage; She sings in the shower. It sounds great to her, but to everyone else not so good. But it doesn’t have to be great! Why? Because it makes everyone smile and laugh. If she knows you’re down, expect her to start singing some absolute nostalgia hits in the shower, before booting down the door when she’s done. Making her solo into a duet. You have never been serenaded, until you’ve heard an out of tune version of ‘Dancing Queen’ By Abba, sung by Cassie whilst she’s drying her hair. Has totally done that vine, where someone is singing and grabs the curling tongs. She swears she takes more of after Johnny, he’s clumsy, a goofball and can’t sing for shit either!

· Hotaru; Habitual by nature. Life with him is very organised and he has a lot of habits. One of his quirkier ones, would be that he automatically will coaster people’s cups/glasses. Like before they even put it down on the coffee table, he will fucking coaster that shit, all whilst making stern eye contact. He will also organise your library of books, games, DVDS, bottles of alcohol. Doesn’t matter what you have, if he cannot sleep he will alphabetically organise it. He’s another guy who can tune toasters to their perfect setting. Perfect toast for you when you wake up!

· Fujin; Gods are quirky by nature, well they are to humans. Fujin is quirky even to Raiden… ever so slightly. Fujin has a fair few quirks, such as meditating in the strangest of positions, doing near naked Yoga is another. Because to him, his form is not seen as something to be prudish over. That, and it allows him to be zen. So yeah, prepare for half naked tai-chi in the living room. He can make the perfect cup of tea as well. Like you don’t even have to say how you like it. He. Just. Knows. Gotta love Fujin. He better be DLC or we riot.

· Raiden; A quirk of his is that he loves cats and they love him. He’s not sure where this has come from, but there is something about them that makes them perfect in his eyes. If you have a cat, it will love him instantly. Random cats will follow him in the streets. He’s the god form of catnip. Your cat may ignore you, but it will not ignore him. You’ve caught him fawning over cute cat videos before. The internet is amazing.

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The Option XII

Summary: Your plans go into motion

Warnings: Death/murder, smut

A/N: This is the end! Thank you all for going on this ride with me. I hope it leaves you satisfied.

Bucky lunged. You tried to get out of the way, but his hand was on your throat in a second. You brought your arm up like he taught you to chop it down. Then you moved your foot behind his knee to try and knock him to the ground.

To your surprise it worked and you followed him down, ready to strike.

“You’re moving slow.” He looked annoyed. “There were five times you could have killed me in this instance and you didn’t take any of them.”

“Throat exposed, ignored the groin, didn’t pull out a weapon.” You noticed three. The other two were lost on you.

“This isn’t the movies.” Bucky rolled over on the ground, so now you were pinned to the grass. “If you want to kill someone, you do it quickly. No long speech, no hesitation.”

You stifled the eye-roll, sick of the same speech. Bucky pushed off of you and grabbed your hand, pulling you up from the ground.

“Is that still what you want?” His eyes narrowed on you.

“Yes.” There was no pause in your response.

“Odds are you will never be in hand-to-hand combat. You point and shoot.” He started walking toward the house. “That’s enough for today.”

There was no doubt he was unhappy with your progress. It felt like something wasn’t clicking and you didn’t know how to make it work. But you were trying, and your body was aching as a result.

You plopped down on the mattress. Sore, and knowing it would be worse when you woke up. Bucky’s hands went to your shoulders. He dug his fingertips into your muscles and started to rub.

A moan left your mouth at his expertise. He could rub the pain away. His hands worked their way down your back and you melted underneath him.

“What’s your mantra?” Bucky never stopped.

“Point and shoot. No talking. No thinking.” You could say those words in your sleep.

“Good.” He leaned down over you and placed a kiss on the back of your head. “Never forget.”

He settled on the bed next to you and started kissing your neck. You knew what that meant. Even with your training, Bucky was as insatiable as ever. You knew the pleasure he was about to bring you would send you needed to sleep, so you shifted on the bed, turning to meet his kiss and eager for his touch.

Tomorrow would be a new day. You wouldn’t hesitate. You would find the fourth and fifth way to take out your opponent, but right now you would bask in the glory your lover was about to bring.

The bruises stopped forming. You were getting quicker to block and recognizing the next move. The little sparring sessions were lasting longer. Bucky went to kick you and you saw it coming, maneuvering your body out of the way.

You countered with a strike against his chest. A grunt left his lips and a smile came to yours. Then his arms were on you in a second, turning and pining you against his chest. You tried to break out, but he gripped down harder.

“Don’t get cocky.” His mouth was next to your ear.

He noticed the smile. Your resistance faded, declaring this one won by him yet again. He dropped his arms and swatted you on the ass.

“But you did good.” The heat of the summer bore down on him and you saw some sweat. “You will never beat me, not at fighting like this.”

“That’s motivating.” You walked over to your water.

“Peach there is no such thing as a quirky assassin.” Bucky raised an eyebrow at you. “If you still want this, remember.”

“Point and shoot. No talking. No thinking.” You’d practiced with the guns enough; you were as good a shot as Bucky. “I still want this. Very much.”

In the evenings, sometimes Bucky would do a little research and let you help. The more you learned about the organization the longer your list of targets grew.

“Once you kill a person…you can’t go back.” Bucky picked up a black roll off the ground and set it on the little table. “Are you sure you want that on your conscious?”

“Those people have done worse. They will continue to do worse if we don’t do anything.” You were getting tired of this conversation. Your mind was made up.

“More will pop up.” Bucky unrolled the fabric. “In their place.”

“We can’t control the evil in the world.” Your eyes went wide at the shiny silver. “But I want some revenge.”

“Alright.” Bucky picked up a mid-sized blade with a black handle. “It’s a lot harder to stab a person than people realize. You have to use a lot of force.”

The air was thick and the temperature high. There were no more beads of sweat, now the second you were outside you were covered in it.

You did your little dance with Bucky, lasting even longer this time. Now it was a regular occurrence you battled until you were out of breath and he was slightly winded. Given his strength, you would take that as a win, even though it ended with you getting pined.

“You’re quiet today.” Bucky was at the table loading the guns, for whatever obstacle he was going to put you through this afternoon.

“It’s hot.” Of course, the little house didn’t have any AC either so hiding inside wouldn’t be any better.

“It’s been hot.” Bucky set the gun down and put out a knife. “Speak your mind Peach.”

“I’m getting a little antsy.” You knew this conversation wouldn’t go over well. “It’s August. We’ve been at this for what? Five months? How much longer?”

“You’re not ready.” Bucky set the knife down and looked at you with narrow eyes. “Five months is not a long time for this sort of training.”

“We know the target’s schedule. We have a plan formed. Why can’t we execute it now?” You knew how bratty you sounded, but you needed an answer.

“Drop it.” He shook his head. “You’re not ready.”

“When will I be ready then?” Your frustration was pouring out.

You picked up the gun and shot at the tree, then set it down and picked up the knife, flinging it just the way he taught you. It stuck in the tree centimeters from where the bullet was.

Instead of looking impressed with your accuracy Bucky looked annoyed.

“You will be ready when I don’t have to worry about you dying.” He folded his arms. “That’s the only way we will kick this off.”

“You will always worry about me dying.” You squeezed your fists and bit back a groan.

“That’s true.” Bucky walked around the table until he was in front of you, hands on your shoulders. “How about until you show me I should be scared of you, instead of for you?”

“Did you see me shoot? The knife?” You held your hand out to the tree. “Shoot. Stab. No talking. No thinking.”

“And what are you doing right now?” Bucky had a little smirk on his face. “Talking? Thinking? You’re not ready.”

You didn’t like how he was looking at you like you were a child having a tantrum, but the wind was out of your sails and he pulled you closer for a hug. Both of your bodies were sweaty and the heat made your skin stick together.

“We’re taking the afternoon off.” Bucky’s arm hooked under your legs as he hoisted you in the air.

“What?” You were deep in thought, trying to figure out how to how him you were ready. “Why?”

“Because watching you throw that knife got me hard.” Bucky’s blue eyes got that glimmer of lust you knew only meant one thing.

The rest of the day and night would be spent in the bed. Your core tingled in response, conditioned to grow needy at his gaze.

As eager as you were to get your plan in motion, maybe an afternoon with Bucky fucking you senseless would give you an edge as to how to clear your head.

The evenings started to cool. That didn’t make the day any less hot, but you could tell fall was on its way. Now was the time to act. If you didn’t prove yourself to Bucky, he would push back any plans until the spring.

The night was going to end with you getting your way or him being very angry at you, but it was worth the shot.

“It smells good in here.” He came out of the bedroom, his hair still wet from the shower. “Is that why you didn’t join me?”

“I wanted to make you something nice.” He wrapped his arms around you when you set the plates down. “Sit. Eat.”

“Tonight I thought we could relax a little.” Bucky picked up his fork. “Play cards or something.”

“Sure.” You tried to act nonchalant as you sat down.

“Peach I can tell you’re getting agitated, but there’s still a lot to learn.” He grabbed his glass of water and took a giant sip. “You will get there.”

When he set the cup down a smile crept up on your face. Bucky raised an eyebrow, clearly expecting a different reaction from you.

“I’ve killed you twice.” You put your elbows on the table and set a piece of chalk down.

Bucky looked down and saw the white line across his pants.

“That would be me slitting your femoral artery.” You picked up your water and took a sip.

“Wha…” Bucky started to trail off.

His head fell forward and smacked into the plate of food. You stifled a laugh, shocked it worked that quick.

“And I also poisoned your drink.” You spoke to nobody as you stood up and went to the unconscious Bucky. “No big speech.”

You put your arms under his and tugged him from the chair, dragging him over to the couch. Then you went and got a napkin and wiped him off. He’d wake up in a few hours. You imagined he would be angry, but once he calmed down you hoped he would accept the fact that you were ready.

“Urg.” Bucky brought his hand to his forehead when his eyes opened.

He didn’t remember falling asleep or being on the couch. When he sat up Peach was in front of him holding out a glass of water.

“Nothing in this one.” She looked pleased with herself. “I promise.”

The last memory of Peach killing him twice came back when he took the water from her. As annoyed as he was over being drugged, he was impressed with her little show.

“Are you mad at me?” Her nerves were showing.

She was the only person on the entire planet who could make murder look cute. Bucky had known for a few weeks they could start, but part of him was wishing she would change her mind, unsure that she fully grasped the concept of taking someone’s life.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He knew the answer but had to ask one last time. “There’s no going back.”

“They took something from me.” Peach turned on the couch. “Something, I don’t even know what it was. There’s a black spot inside me that will never go away. I know killing them won’t fix it, but if I can get a taste of relief. I want it.”

Bucky wanted to say no. To kidnap her and run off to Central America, but he knew exactly what she was talking about and he wasn’t hypocritical enough to deny her that taste. Besides, he had a hard enough time saying no to her as it was.

“Alright.” He took a deep breath. “Here is what I have in mind for target one.”

The train station was crowded. It was mainly tourists, some lugging multiple suitcases, ready to scatter across Europe.

“Are you nervous?” Bucky whispered in your ear.

“No.” You lied. “We’ve practiced twice now.”

Of course it was on different routes. When you watched your train pull in it was like your heart stopped beating.

“Don’t forget to breathe Peach.” Bucky squeezed your hand.

You were both in jeans and plain t-shirts with light jackets. Nothing noticeable. Nothing that would draw attention to you.

“Come on.” He took a step forward and you followed, the metal beast looming.

The conductor took a look at your tickets and gave you some directions in French. Your eyes continued to span the crowd, looking for any single lost looking girl. There was a target on the train. Would she be boarding now?

Bucky figured out their process. An unsuspecting woman would board the train, make a friend, usually in the dining car, who would drug her drink. Then the train would have a “break down” and the friend would drag the unconscious victim to the tiny tony about three hundred yards away from the tracks.

Board the train, go until the end of the line and walk off with all the victim’s belongings as if they were her own. Nobody suspecting anything.

The information made you add the contact at the train company who organized the break down to your hit list. But they would get their own special visit.

Bucky didn’t drop your hand as you walked into the car. Much like the first time you were on this train, there were small sleeping rooms. It was like déjà vu when he opened the door to the private space.

“Are you okay?” Bucky walked into the room.

“Memories.” You looked at the twin bed. “What would have happened if I’d stayed in here that night? Decided to sleep hungry?”

“It wouldn’t have mattered.” Bucky sighed. “She would have found some way to meet you, get you to trust her. Probably walked into your room like it was an accident.”

“I didn’t mean that. I meant I wouldn’t have met you.” You gave him a small smile. “Which in some way makes me grateful for her.”

“Does that mean you're changing your mind?” Bucky’s features went soft.

“No.” You leaned closer to him and put your arms around his neck.

“Then it’s time to go.” He gave you a quick kiss.

You went back out in the hall. Bucky walked to the end of the train car and opened the door. There was a small platform connecting the different parts. He pulled open the next. It was lined with seats. For the people not wanting to spend the money on a private compartment, or those feeling suffocated in their rooms.

Bucky led the way as you opened twelve doors, walking through six different sitting cars until you came to the one right before the dining car. He picked a seat at random and you sat next to him.

It wasn’t crowded, but soon a few more people chose seats. You reached behind your back and felt the gun tucked into your pants. It was hard to believe you were wearing a weapon and nobody seemed to notice.

Bucky pulled out a magazine from his jacket and handed it to you. He gave you a knowing look about touching the gun. Don’t draw attention.

“Sorry.” You took the rag from him and flipped open to a random page. “What if she doesn’t show up?”

“She will.” Bucky pointed to the page. “Stick to the plan.”

He was so calm. You didn’t understand how. You could barely sit still and were certain you were about to start sweating.

Then in an instant it felt like the world stopped spinning. There she was: Alice. She was as beautiful as you remembered, but with the toned down look. Approachable, friendly. Her hands were busy with the phone she was immersed in.

“You’re starring,” Bucky whispered.

You dropped your eyes to the magazine, wondering if she would even recognize you. When she passed your seat she didn’t even look up from her screen. Instead, she opened the door to move into the dining cart. When it shut your stomach felt rotten. Like you might throw up everywhere.

“Deep breath.” Bucky put his arm around your shoulder and tilted your chin toward his face. “You can do this Peach. I know you can.”

You nodded your head and he placed a kiss on your lips. It was soft, warm, longer than a peck. It heated the ice that was in your veins.

The train started to roll out of the station. Bucky broke the kiss.

“Stick to the plan.” He placed another on your forehead before sliding out of his seat. “You’ll do great.”

You smiled and laughed a little. Your assassin man praising and encouraging you over murder was not where you saw your life going.

“Thank you.” You didn’t think you had ever spoken the words with more conviction.

Bucky offered you a hand and you rose from the seat. He ran his palm over your cheek and gave you one more kiss. When he walked away you continued to hold on to him, not dropping his fingers until the final second.

He disappeared into the dining car and you turned and went the other way. The train wasted no time picking up speed and when you opened the door and crossed the small platform to the other car your confidence picked up. You could do this. You would do this. You needed this.

Bucky swirled the drink in his hands while he watched her. She sat at the bar section, waiting for her mark to show up. Based on Peach’s recollection of the evening it would be in about an hour. Bucky guessed if the victim didn’t show in two Alice would go looking for her.

They had to set this in motion before that happened. It would be hard to get her alone if she already had her companion.

The train wouldn’t break down until two a.m., but it seemed like Alice roofied them much earlier than that. It probably made them more compliant and everyone on the train would just see an obnoxious drunk girl.

He hoped Peach found a nice empty car. Given it was an overnight train ride there had to be a few.

The dining car got more crowded as people settled in for their trips. Bucky checked his watch. It was time.

“Excuse me.” Bucky tapped Alice on the shoulder. “I’m not normally this forward, but you are gorgeous.”

“Thanks.” She rolled her eyes and went back to her phone.

Bucky grabbed the seat next to her and plopped down, leaning closer.

“I mean it.” He could play obnoxious too. “What a beautiful creature you are. Let me guess model?”

“Nope.” She didn’t look up.

“Actress?”

“Not interested pal.”

“Trophy wife then?” Bucky gave a fake smile.

“Fuck off.” She looked up for that one.

“Wait.” He tapped the bar. “I’ve got it.”

“I said fuck off.” She was certainly sure of herself.

“You’re a siren.” Bucky leaned closer. “You trick people, drug them, and send them to their demise.”

The phone dropped from her hands. She was quick to pick it back up again. Rattling her had been easier than he thought.

“Do you even care what happens to them?” Bucky went back to his normal voice. “The girls?”

“I have no clue what you’re talking about.” She stood up from her chair.

Bucky only got one look at her face, but it wore an expression of terror. Clearly, she wasn’t prepared for this. He imagined the game she was playing on her phone would turn into texting her boss and alerting them of Bucky’s comment.

They would tell her she was being paranoid, but then when she never arrived they would know. Someone was coming for them.

Bucky watched her get almost to the door before he stood up from the bar. She was about fifteen feet in front of him as he moved to follow.

This part was all Peach, but Bucky worried she wouldn’t be able to pull the trigger and the wheels were in motion. There was no slowing down this train.

When he was on the open platform he reached into his jacket and drew his gun, hiding it up his sleeve.

Alice checked over her shoulder, Bucky was too far behind to grab her, but he was certain she was aware of his presence. Especially when she moved faster.

She traveled through to the next car. Bucky was hoping that was the last one, but Alice kept moving. Where the hell was Peach? How far did she go up?

There were too many loose ends. Bucky didn’t like it. He moved faster, deciding the second he caught up to her she was going to get a quick bullet in the back of her head. Peach would understand. The next one could be hers.

Bucky walked faster and faster. She was only about five feet in front of him now. Then she glanced over her shoulder and opened the platform door.

He was about to shoot when she cried out.

“Oh thank God! There is a crazy man following me.”

Fuck. Now Bucky was going to have to kill two people.

Stick to the plan. Wait between the vestibules. Bucky was going to drive her out of the dining car. You just had to find one that was a car or two away without a crowd and wait. A single shot and her body would drop below the train.

It would be better this way because you wouldn’t have to worry about what to do with the body and there would be no crime scene.

Two cars away were perfect. You knew it would likely be an hour, but you didn’t mind the breeze as you stood and watched the trees fly by and the sky darken.

A few people walked by, most of them assuming you were a smoker and going fast. You pulled the gun out and slid it up your sleeve like Bucky showed you. It would be quick and easy.

A small part of you worried you would not be able to pull it off, so you let your mind wander. This wasn’t the movies. Quick. No big speech. That didn’t mean you couldn’t play it over in your head though. What would you say to her?

You’re a bad person. Rot in hell. Remember me?

They all sounded so cheesy right now. Maybe it was best not saying anything, just getting it over with.

The train hit a bump and you reached out to grab onto the flimsy rail. With a clink, your hand grabbed on, but the gun slipped.

“Fuck.” It was long gone. Pulverized by the train. “Fuck fuck fuck.”

You had to think of something. Should you go get Bucky? Call it off? You checked your watch. She could be due any second now.

“Fuck!” You screamed out as the wind took your voice.

You were not losing this moment. You’d waited too long, practiced too hard. You pushed off the vestibule and went back into the train car, heading toward your room.

You couldn’t run, that would draw attention, but you moved as fast as possible. When you arrived your hands were shaking, but you got inside.

The only piece of luggage you had was a small duffle bag. It was designed to make it appear you were a couple heading away for a long weekend.

You ripped the thing open and felt around for a gun. There wasn’t one. But you did have a weapon.

You pulled out the dagger. Sharp, dangerous, and much more personal than a bullet. Could you do it? Stab someone? Bucky made it out like it was much harder than shooting.

What choice did you have? Give up? You hid the knife up your sleeve and left the room, strutting back to your vestibule, hoping you didn’t miss your opportunity.

All of a sudden a pit in your stomach started to from. What were you doing? Being disappointed about not killing someone? Had the world gone that crazy?

You weren’t an assassin. Hell, you couldn’t even hold on to the gun.

But the people deserved to suffer for what they’d done to you and what they tried to do to you. And countless others. Didn’t those girls deserve some vengeance too? How many of them were out there wishing Alice dead?

That cruel heartless bitch. You remembered how safe she made you feel, comfortable when in reality she was as big of a snake as they got.

Your unease turned to rage as you walked through the cars. Focusing on nothing but the need to stop her. You pulled open the door to exit the car when a voice was right in front of you.

“Oh thank God! There is a crazy man following me.”

You didn’t hesitate. Hell you didn’t even think. You just raised your hand and jammed hard, Grabbing her shoulder to leverage the blade deeper. It went straight under her rib cage, no doubt piercing her heart.

She looked at you with confusion, but then you saw it. Even in the darkness. It clicked in her eyes. She knew exactly who you were.

It sent an adrenaline rush down your body. One unlike any other. You spun and pushed. She did not put up any fight as she fell under the train. It was done. She was gone from the world. If it made you a horrible person that that fact made you feel better, you were OK with it.

“Peach?” Bucky’s voice made you turn.

He had his gun out and you were still carrying the knife, dripping with blood. Bucky put his weapon away and grabbed your wrist. He took the dagger and used the cuff of his jacket to wipe the prints off, then he threw it off the train.

“Are you alright?” He had to yell over the wind.

You nodded. Bucky pulled you close and then took your hand. His eyes combed your face, looking for signs you were telling the truth.

A loud whistle sounded and a second train zoomed by yours, close on the tracks. It made the wind pick up, but you did not look away from Bucky. You wanted him to see what you felt: relief and a little bit of pride.

The concern seemed to melt off of Bucky’s face and soon the hunger of lust appeared. It sent a jolt down your body and you parted your lips before his mouth was on yours.

Your tongue almost battled his for dominance as you held each other on the platform. Growing deeper and deeper with need for the man. Everything you were feeling, capable of doing, was possible because of him. You felt nothing but gratefulness for him.

The other train disappeared with a whistle and the breeze died down. Your kiss relaxed as Bucky pressed his forehead to yours.

“Come on.” He took your hand and pulled you inside the train car.

There were a few people in the seats, none of them paid you any attention or had any knowledge of the devious act you had committed or were about to commit.

Bucky kept the lead, pulling you across the car and over another vestibule, not saying anything until you were inside your small sleeping compartment.

“You did so good.” He spun you into another embrace, his hands running down your back while his mouth found yours. “So good.”

You started tugging at his shirt. He took off his jacket and set his gun on the small table. This hard needy kisses broke while both of you started to peel off your clothing.

“I’m so proud of you Peach.” Bucky kicked off his shoes.

The space was small and it was hard not to bump into each other as you stripped, but hearing Bucky’s praise made you grow all the more desperate for him. The train took a slight turn as you stepped out of your pants and panties, falling against Bucky who used the momentum to toss you on the small bed and fall on top of you.

His mouth was on yours again, the kiss deep and controlling. You didn’t feel the urge to battle this time, greedy to take whatever he would give you. His hands ran up your arms and lifted them above your head where he gathered your wrists in one palm.

Bucky’s mouth disappeared from yours as he kissed down your cheek to your neck, which you turned to the side to give him better access.

His other hand ran down your side. You shivered under his touch and parted your legs, bending your knees so he had access to all of you.

You felt the tip of his cock at your entrance and lifted your hips, wanting him to sink inside of you. Bucky pushed in as his tongue lapped at your neck and mouth sucked down. Your eyes shut as he filled you, unable to keep them open as your need was answered.

The need to touch him came and you started tugging your hands, but he gripped down harder, keeping them where they were.

“Please? I want to touch you!” You tried to move your head so that he was forced to look up from your neck, but he moved with you.

“Why should I let you touch me?” His teeth scrapped down as his fingers ran back up your hip.

Your brain struggled to come up with an answer. His palm came to your breast and he squeezed down, his knuckles rubbing against your nipples, drawing a gasp from your body and making you shrink back into the mattress.

“Because I love you.” It was the first rationale that you thought of.

Bucky let out a small grunt, but relaxed the grip on your wrists. You wiggled one hand free, but his fingers enclosed on the other.

Your fingernails found his back and you scratched down as he started picking up the pace. His shaft was pistoning in and out of you with ease, bouncing you into the mattress.

You tried to rock your hips with his speed, brushing your clit against his pelvis in the process, drawing you closer to your impending orgasm.

Bucky lifted his head, his lips on yours again. Your kiss was sloppy, both of you wanting as much contact with each other as possible, but too focused on other parts of your anatomy to pay attention.

In a flash Bucky’s hand left your body.

“Huh?” You let out a whine as his cock left your pussy.

He was back on your in a second, grabbing your hips and twisting you like you were weightless on to your hands and knees.

He put his hand on your shoulder and slid into you from behind with ease, making your toes curl. He didn’t take time working you up as he started nailing you into the mattress. His metal arm slid between your legs and a cool fingertip began massaging your clit making you moan.

“As much as I love those noises, you have to stay quiet.” Bucky’s arm left your shoulder as his chest came down on your back.

He brought it forward, pressing it against your mouth, muffling all the sounds your body was demanding you make.

There was no keeping up with him. He was like a machine, pumping faster and faster, rubbing your nub in a way that made your thighs shake. Slowly your body began to give out, your arms no longer capable of supporting you as Bucky fucked you with such vigor you thought your entire being was going to explode into nothingness.

The pleasure came on suddenly. You contracted around his cock and found yourself trying to bite his hand when the orgasm ripped through you. You panted and tingled all over, but he kept up his speed, hammering more and more pleasure out of you.

It was an out of body experience, one that was making your vision blacken and mind forget how to breathe. His hands went to your hips and he pulled you back hard as he thrust, his cock igniting inside of you, the aftershocks of the orgasm welcoming his cum.

Bucky collapsed on top of you, breathing heavily as he grew soft inside of you. You would never grow tired of this, him fucking you senseless and into clarity at the same time.

Neither of you spoke for a few minutes, but unlike other times you were not going to pass out, your adrenaline was much too high for that. He slipped out of you and turned on to his side. You did the same, so you were facing each other on the small bed.

Bucky touched your shoulder and placed a small kiss on your forehead.

“How are you feeling?” His blue eyes went back to studying your face. “Regret?”

“No.” You moved closer and put your hand on his chest. “Powerful, like we could conquer the world together.”

Bucky gave a half smile, but let it drop.

“You want to keep going?” There was a tint of nerves to his voice.

You wondered if he thought after taking care of Alice you weren’t going to be able to hang with this type of lifestyle. But that was far from the truth.

“I think we should pay my Uncle a visit next.” You let a wicked grin cross your face.

Bucky’s blue eyes flashed as he looked at you. The desire blooming all over again. His mouth found yours and you ran your hand through his hair, holding him close as his cock grew hard again against your thigh.

You didn’t know where your future was headed. Option A was finishing your list and going to Central America. Option B was keep adding names to your list, making sure everyone paid. When it boiled down to it, you didn’t think it mattered. Both Options involved being with Bucky.

THE OPTION

A/N: Thank you so much for reading this! So there you have it…..Steve and his lady are living domestic bliss and Bucky and Peach are murdering their way across Europe. I appreciate every single like/comment/reblog more that you realize and I am so grateful for the readers who take the time to check my stuff out! Thank you again. XOXO Sherry.

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samaraclegane · 5 years

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arthur fleck x reader prompted writing

prompt: On you request for joker stuff. I have a cute idea. Mostly a song request but still. She will be loved by maroon 5 where Arthur loves the reader

author’s note: super lovely idea from @mage-you-look ! thanks so much, hope this meets your expectations :) also anyone who has any other prompts, feel free to send me an inbox/message me about it! doesn’t have to be arthur x reader, can be basically anyone/anything from the film :)

-there’s just something about him. maybe it’s his mannerisms, maybe it’s his stand-up that never seems to go quite right, maybe it’s how long you’ve known him, though you’ve never really known if he’s seen you.

-perhaps it’s the decline in him you’ve seen. since the beginning, since he was the always-smiling, bright light of joy who cared for his mother and never seemed to spare a single thought to himself, to now, whoever he is and whatever he’s done.

-the shift was immediately obvious. you’ve lived down the hall from him for as long as you care to remember, and it’s like one day a switch is flipped. it’s just around the time those three guys got killed on the subway.

-honestly? you think they deserved it. it’s not like Thomas Wayne sits up at night, crying and thinking about the squalor people like you live in. power to the killer; it’s about time someone fought back in this city.

-Arthur’s... different. he’s always been different, you suppose, but something’s changed, and it seems to have done so irrefutably. now, he doesn’t go about smiling. he stalks home, predatory, and slams the door shut when he gets in.

-secretly, you’ve been observing this behaviour. this maddening change, something so tragic yet something so strangely attractive. something that’s drawing you towards him even more, making you long for this mysterious man more than you ever thought you could.

-initially, you thought you liked him for his quirky sense of humour, unconditional selflessness, and bright eyes. now, though, that can’t be the case. you know, even if you don’t know specifically, that it’s just something of his essence that’s irresistible.

-he’s alone now. his mom’s gone and died, leaving him all alone in the world, lonely and isolated in that cold, ruinous apartment building that he can’t afford on no wages.

-maybe it’s this fact that makes you do it - pushes you over the edge to finally approach him. one day, you wait patiently, picking up various cleaning tasks and hobbies to busy yourself, until the sound of the rickety elevator breaks into your apartment and you freeze dead in your tracks.

-your heart beats faster and faster yet, and there’s the distinct sound of footsteps exiting the elevator. walking, walking, ever-so-slowly, then stopping. a moment of silence, then the door you know the sound of too well slams shut, hinges panicking.

-you try to slow your breathing, in vain. the sound of blood rushing around your entire body fills your mind, and it’s all you can hear as you slip on some basic, beat-up flats and leave your apartment, sure to close the door behind you.

-it’s almost an act of instinct, walking from your place to Arthur’s, even though you’ve never really done it before - always been to cowardly to.

-knocking is something else, and the wait is absolutely unbearable. you can only imagine his reaction to this scene: a sadistic stranger arrives at his flat, filled only by him and the ghost of his mother, asking to come in and join him.

-it’s highly likely, with everything in mind, that he’s just going to turn you away. you just hope it’s not too harshly, but then soon this feeling of guilt and anticipations subsides, leaving only confusion in its wake.

-something’s wrong. that much is obvious the longer you wait, the more times you knock, with no response. you give it two, three, four, five goes before the fear really sets in, and it’s only then that you give into the urge to try the doorknob.

-surprisingly, it’s open. in a neighbourhood like these, the sorts Thomas Wayne doesn’t give two shits about, that’s far from the safest thing to do. there’s all sorts of criminals and lowlifes that’ll rob you blind if you give them an inch to do so.

-that much is obvious from those fuckers that beat Arthur up and called it entertainment. if you’d have been there, if you could have seen it, caught up with them and-

-no. as Arthur said, over and over, they were just kids. too nice for his own good, but you guess he’s right. then again, with that sort of attitude, kids would run the world, and make a right state of it, too.

-gently pushing open the apartment door, you find a peculiar sight before you. the room is pitch black, and there’s a faint buzzing sound coming from the static on the TV. there’s a dark shape sat on the couch, hunched just a little: Arthur.

-”hey,” you call softly, trying not to sound intimidating. “you - left your door open.”

-coming up behind him, taking small but purposeful steps, your heart catches in your throat. suddenly, in the blink of an eye, he’s whipping his head around and looking at you.

-he doesn’t speak for the longest time, and neither do you. sometimes, you recognise, it helps to just sit in silence with somebody in the room.

-”you,” he finally starts, voice sounding hoarse, cracked and in desperate need of water, “you’re from down the hall, aren’t you? apartment E or something, right?.”

-genuinely stunned, you nod. so it seemed he had been paying as much attention to you as you had to him.

-”hmm,” he sounds, making like he’s going to say something else, but the words don’t come. you give him a moment to think, wallow in the not-so-lonesome quiet, before you decide to pipe up.

-”mind if I sit with you for a little?” you ask, offering a small smile and a gateway excuse for him in toe, “I’m feeling lonely.”

-it’s not wholly untrue. these days, with crazy people on every corner, and knife crime becoming commonplace, it’s easy to feel detached from the world - or, at the very least, whatever decent part of it remains.

-”sure,” he gestures to the space beside him, shuffling a little to make more room for you.

-you breathe a small thanks, not feeling able to manage more than that as you take a seat by him. this man, who you feel you’ve known for so very long despite this being your first interaction, is finally here. you’re both finally acknowledging your presence, your impact in the world, albeit small and only for this moment.

-for an undisclosed amount of time, the room is still. it’s almost like there aren’t two living, breathing people here, sat right beside each other.

-then, in an instant, he speaks. it’s only five meagre words, barely a complete sentence, but it’s speech nonetheless:

-”I had a bad day.”

-you cast your eyes to him, searching the turquoise pools for something. you can’t say exactly what, but what you find it deep hurt, mixed with another unnameable emotion.

-the TV continues to buzz and hum and do just about everything to try and turn the moment, ruin your mood and wreck your train of thought. you don’t let it, though; how could you?

-your movements are slow, almost like you’re not moving at all, as you bring your fingers to run through his hair. it’s soft, like linen you’ve never known for more than a split second, and you take your time combing through to the end.

-he seems reluctant at first, but eventually something gives and he keens into your touch and his eyes flutter shut. it’s like he’s never known such intimacy, never had somebody touch him like this. touch starved and desperate, just like you.

-as you bring your hand to rest along his jaw, his eyes open once more. the moment seems to be gone, and you figure you’ll have to leave sooner rather than later. after all, you hardly know each other, and it just wouldn’t make any-

-before you can even register him drawing nearer, he’s kissing you. pushing up, rising from his seat to meet you exactly where you are. it catches you off guard, but when you realise what’s happening, you can’t stop yourself from kissing back.

-the world’s turning ceases, and the pair of you kiss like you’ve never done it before. maybe that’s true, at least for him, because at first it’s awkward and clumsy, uncoordinated, but soon there’s a rhythm, birthed and raised in seconds, and then it’s like you’ve been doing this forever.

-you wish that could be true, because now you know what it’s like to kiss Arthur, you never want to stop. it’s magical, a little breath of the luxurious life you’d never even dared to dream of.

-for the longest time, it’s just the two of you. two identical souls, both broken and lonely, desperate and aching for one another. you long to intertwine, to become one and have it done with once and for all.

-all too soon, though, you’re parting ways, hand still on Arthur’s jaw, and once more you’re looking into his eyes, thinking they really might be the windows to the soul.

-”would you,” he speaks suddenly, though it doesn’t take you by surprise. he pauses, looking sheepish, seeming to reconsider his proposition, “would you want to stay? just for a little while.”

-you smile warmly at him, knowing what this means instantly. you nod, accepting graciously without having to form the words.

-”for a little while.”

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itsclydebitches · 5 years

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Lovely Good Omens fandom! Many of you have asked for/mentioned having a text version of the Yelp reviews, which if I were a better person I would have remembered to include in the first place. Better late than never? So here’s a version below and I also threw this up on AO3 so there are options. For the record, I’m not at all trained in transcribing visual media, so if anyone wants to add to/edit/do whatever to this post, especially to make it more accessible, you have carte blanche to do so 👍

Also I typed this up in a hurry so, as always, apologies for any typos.

Tagging: @lethargicdolphin, @marithlizard, @pearwaldorf

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There’s a snake?? In this shop?? A reALLY MASSIVE SNAKE????? What are y’all doing talkin’ about your meet cutes and shit someone call pest control!

Malini D.

London, United Kingdom

0 friends

48 reviews

99 photos

I’m not gonna pretend I have anything to say about whether this is a good bookstore or not, but if you ever want knitting help you should definitely stop by. Mr. Fell knows an absurd amount about crafts for a guy who looks like my grandpa and he’s now replaced Youtube as my go-to for alleviating “Omg please fix this how the hell did I manage to reverse the pattern??” panic. For the record, I didn’t just wander up to a random bookseller one day and demand that he help me salvage the ruins of my first sweater. I’d taken a seat inside to wait out a storm, had my messy sleeve stuffed into my purse, and he’d offered the help. Bit of a bastard about things like gauge and color--not everyone wants to wear tartan, dude--but you get used to that. He means well. Said I should come back to show him the finished piece, which I did. Things just kind of spiraled from there. He’s an absolute treasure trove of knowledge once you get him talking and a muffin to boot. If he were twenty years younger and in any way straight I would have asked him out in a heartbeat. As it is I’m considering setting him up with Grandpa.

Tiffany L.

London, United Kingdom

132 friends

312 reviews

34 photos

I’m not really a book person myself but I followed my wife in with our seventh-month old and was kinda embarrassed when he started making a fuss. Normally I’m full Badass Mom mode while in public--I’ve got a kid to feed, change, sooth, and you all can damn well deal with it--but this place was so quiet Liam seemed extra loud in comparison. I was about to take him back out when a man appeared out of nowhere. The owner I guess, based on how some of these other reviews describe him. Older gentleman with clothes out of some period piece. Anyway, he scoops Liam into his arms like he was born for it and started bouncing. Our fussy, temperamental, drama queen Liam settled in an instant and my wife got to browse to her heart’s content. I don’t know how he did it, but that man is an absolute angel. Full stars for that moment alone.

Gillian L.

The Hague, The Netherlands

283 friends

256 reviews

60 photos

Anyone know if the old Bentley parked out front is for sale?

Update: It’s really, really, really not

Billy H.

Austen, TX

40 friends

2073 reviews

774 photos

QUEER BOOKS QUEER BOOKS QUEER BOOKS QUEER BOOKS QUEER BOOKS QUEER BOOKS QUEER BOOKS QUEER BOOKS QUEER BOOKS QUEER BOOKS QUEER BOOKS QUEER BOOKS SO MANY QUEER BOOKS!!!

Gabriela G.

London, United Kingdom

3 friends

22 reviews

1 photos

Run by this delightfully frumpy guy who sometimes hands out biscuits from a sewing tin like my gran used to. He asked me if I was looking for anything in particular and I told him my name was Jared, I was 19, but sadly I’d never learned how to read. I have NEVER seen a man more confused in my life. 10/10 would meme him again.

Colie A.

Enola, PA

201 friends

2778 reviews

10382 photos

I’m setting the record straight here since there are a bunch of reviews claiming it’s just London folklore: there is a snake at A.Z. Fell’s. Must be an exotic pet he usually keeps upstairs because I’ve only ever seen it twice. Is it big? Yes. Scary? Fuck yes, but I’ve never seen it do anything more than give a warning hiss at this drunk who wandered in and started yelling. (Are snakes good guard dogs? This one is.) The other time he was just chilling on top of one of the shelves. Snoozing, I guess. I asked Mr. Fell if I could pet him and he said maybe after he woke up, but then I had to get to class and all.

Afraid of snakes? Steer clear. Otherwise I’d really recommend popping in and seeing if he’s around. Idk, maybe I’m just a snake fan but he looks super sweet and chill. Life is short. Boop the snake snoot.

Jeremy W.

London, United Kingdom

86 friends

409 reviews

12 photos

I live down the street from A.Z. Fell’s and let me tell you, this place is spooky as fuck. All sorts of weird lights and noises coming from it. At all times of the day and night too. Either this bowtie wearing bookworm has one crazy sex life or the place is haunted. Jury’s out on which.

Heather Ki.

London, United Kingdom

0 friends

3852 reviews

1 photos

This shop smells. Not that old book smell either, oh no, but like something is molding. I took my little Johnny in here to try and get him interested in something other than those damned video games and I walk into what smells like a whole cloud of toxic mold! My boy has a weak constitution as it is and if he comes down with anything I will be pressing charges, you mark my words.

Jo. W.

London, United Kingdom

32 friends

410 reviews

61 photos

Hey, does anyone want to talk about the fact that this place burned down last month? As in, completely up in flames, I saw it happen, nothing but a smoking husk afterwards? Does no one else remember this??

Tiggi N.

London, United Kingdom

32 friends

33 reviews

24 photos

Has anyone read this guy’s opening hours? I included a photo above: “I open the shop on most days about 9:30AM perhaps 10:AM. While occasionally I have opened the shop as early as 8, I have been known not to open until 1.” Absolutely insane. This guy’s a madman and I love him. If anyone actually manages to get into this place please let me know because I need to shake Fell’s hand.

Mackenzie J.

City Centre, Manchester, United Kingdom

807 friends

2592 reviews

13218 photos

I told my girlfriend this shop’s got a snake named Anthony and she didn’t believe me. Going back for proof next week.

Update: got the snake selfie!!!!!!!!

Penny O.

Chicago, IL

87 friends

557 reviews

16 photos

Caught the owner snogging some hot twink behind the cookbooks. Well done, my dude.

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