#like I get seeing it as funny bc that’s how the writers tried to make it so I get why casual watchers think that
˚୨୧⋆。˚ ⋆ enhypen obliviously in love
hi.......lmfao i keep disappearing i swear i'm alive but my isnpo has been going down the drain but i got this cute lil idea also to take a break of all the smutty things i've been posting lolz... anyways hope you enjoy this one !
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WARNINGS ! none really i think?? this is just not my best work im sorry </3
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a/n: sorry that some of them, mainly hee's, are smaller than others, my brain isn't functioning and i had a writer's block during this and if it's not goo it's bc i quite forced myself to write this bc i wanted to post sth :(
୨୧ LEE HEESEUNG ! - trying to hold your hand and failing
you and heeseung met through mutual friends in your first year of college and you became almost inseparable ever since then. in the beginning of it, you would only be together when the whole group was, but as time went by and you both started feeling more than just platonic feelings you two started hanging out alone as well. it was usual for heeseung to walk you to your apartment after classes and today was no different. you two walked side by side, the sun almost setting behind you. it was mostly quiet except for the background chatting and the small talk you two would make about something you saw. you could feel heeseung’s hand brushing against yours from time to time and you were internally cursing him out for not holding your hand already. after a few moments of silence, you heard heeseung sigh as he gained courage to hold your hand. his hand got closer to yours but- oh! a light post came between you two. needless to say heeseung was a blushing mess while you laughed at him.
୨୧ PARK JONGSEONG ! - confronting you about it
anyone had to be really blind to not notice the romantic connection there was between you and jay. it was so obvious you were both in love with each other, it was almost painful how one of the sides didn’t notice. that side being you. it’s not like you didn’t like jay romantically, because you do. a lot. but you felt like he just saw you as a best friend he tends to protect a lot. jay didn’t really show it, but he gets really frustrated when he tries to make a move on you in a subtle way, only for you to put him in the friend zone, but it’s all unintentional. every time someone tells you “jay totally likes you.” you’re quick to dismiss them because he would never see you like that. even though you’re the one saying it, it breaks you inside. until one day, you’re both in a diner, sharing fries and a milkshake and you can see jay fidgeting nervously and bouncing his leg repeatedly. “you’re restless, what’s going on?” you ask him, worried. jay sighs heavily and props his elbows on the table, staring at you with a serious expression. “look, i don’t know if i should just give up, because at this point you have to be pretending not to know.” he says “T-to know what?” he laughs at that. “that i like you, dummy.”
୨୧ SIM JAEYUN ! - tries to kiss you and fails
as childhood friends you and jake were always expected to end up dating by your fellow family members. you would always brush off any comments about you two (deep down you wish they were true) while jake just smiled like a fool while looking at you. it was no surprise when jake told his friends he liked you. it wasn’t hard to notice how he felt about you, seen the way he looks at you with glimmering eyes as he took in every word you say. he has never really tried to hide how he felt about you. he wasn’t ashamed of it and couldn’t wait for the moment you realized he liked you, because deep down he knew you felt like him too. it’s funny to him how he’s always making flirty comments and giving you kind of romantic presents and still you just thought he was playing his role as your best friend. but still, even though it was all funny and entertaining to watch, jake was tired of waiting and he decided to just directly show you how he feels. so that’s how you find yourself sitting in the park bench with him as layla plays around. jake takes a quiet deep breath as his hand comes up to brush your hair from your face, making you face him. he takes that as an opportunity to lean down. you, thinking he was gonna whisper something, turned your face to the side, making him bump his head against you. he starts laughing at you, making you confused. “you can’t really see it, can you?”
୨୧ PARK SUNGHOON ! - misunderstanding gone right ?
no one who knew you two understood how in hell you and sunghoon weren’t a couple. it was so obvious you both liked each other but still none of you seemed to do anything about it. you two were your class’s representatives so you two were almost always together and it wasn’t too hard to notice the lingering touches or stares you shared. but something the other students didn’t know was that you two had actually talked about your “feelings”. one day sunghoon almost overheard you telling your friend you liked him. “you like me?” he had asked “no! no, i don’t like you, sunghoon.” you answered trying to play it off. he nodded, his lips pursing. “good, then because i’m in love with someone else.”. it was something along those lines and you two had never talked about it again, but the tension never left. it felt heavy on you and it was painful to spend time alone with sunghoon so you settled that you were gonna tell him the truth. “remember that day you asked me if i liked you?” he hummed as he stopped in his tracks. “well, i lied. i like you, actually. i don’t want things to get awkward because you don’t feel the same but i needed to be honest.” his eyes widened as he stared at you like you were crazy. “are you kidding me? i only said i didn’t like you because you said you didn’t like me.” you gasped and pointed an accusing finger at him “why did you lie then? you said you were in love-” “hey! don’t put the blame on me now you lied too.” “well, we still can fix it right?” you said laughing making him do the same.
୨୧ KIM SUNOO ! - “PFT! who would ever like me?”
you and sunoo weren’t the closest people ever but you two spent a lot of time together since pretty much all of your friends were mutual. still, that fact didn’t stop you from developing a silly crush on him that quickly turned into something more serious the more you got to know him in the very few times the two of you were left alone after a group hangout. no one knew about it except for your best friend. you never told sunoo, not because you were afraid of rejection or him being rude because with how sweet his personality is, he would’ve rejected you in such a friendly manner it would make you think he’s reciprocating the feelings, but because no one like him would ever like you, he was way out of your league. so, confessing was definitely out of question, no matter how much your best friend would insist you would simply not do it. but in reality, it wasn’t really like that. one day you were hanging out with sunoo and your best friend at a cat cafe when suddenly in the conversation you said something along the words of “who would ever like?” and bold sunoo, was not afraid to hide his sincere feelings and answered with “i do.” he smiled while you looked up blushing furiously. your best friend laughing maniacally. “w-what?” sunoo chuckled at your reaction. “i thought i made it quite obvious that i liked you, silly.” oh! who would’ve guessed!
୨୧ YANG JUNGWON ! - heard you liked “someone else”
you and jungwon had met each other in sophomore year of highschool and it was safe to say there was a connection instantly that was more than just a platonic one. you two quickly became attached at the hip. if jungwon said he was going somewhere it was sure that you would be here two, if you were being invited somewhere they could already expect the “can jungwon come along?” question, and vice-versa. it wasn’t strange when people came up to either you or him and asked if you were dating each other and it honestly shocked everyone when you both would always answer no to it, even your own girlfriends found your “friendship” strange. they did not find the idea of a boy-girl friendship weird or impossible to exist but they just couldn’t see your dynamic as friends so it was bound for them to question you. you heard the question so many times you decided to just tell them “fine! yes, i like him so, what?” you saw their shocked faces but they weren’t looking at you. you looked behind you seeing jungwon behind you. when you locked eyes he was quick to turn his back and walk away making you panic. a few days have gone by after that and you decided you needed to talk to him. “i’m sorry i didn’t tell you sooner. i didn’t want things to get ruined by this.” jungwon stared at you “who even is tha guy?” he asked making you look at him as if he had three heads. “what?” you asked “what what?” “jungwon the guy is literally you, i thought that was settled already.” jungwon stayed silent before laughing like a maniac. “if you’re here to make fun of me you can-” jungwon shut you off with a kiss, making you relaize where things went wrong.
୨୧ NISHIMURA RIKI ! - i don’t even know how to word this one
let’s settle one thing. you two knew you both liked each other. romantically. you just don’t bother on labelling it or directly showing it to each other. everyone around you found your dynamic honestly weird but to you two it was more simple than people put it to be. it all started when you were really oblivious about ni-ki’s feelings for you so he decided to hint that he liked you more than a friend. like one time you were walking to his house and he just shoot “you look cute.” but you didn’t quite hear what he said, distracted by a dog “what did you say?” he sighed “i said you look like a fruit.” “riki that does not make sense, but whatever you say.” and he started gradually getting bolder. “i can’t get this song out of my head.” you told him during class “i can’t get you out of my head.” oh! that was new information for you “thanks…?” at this point you were acting dumb for him and he couldn’t take it anymore so he got even more straightforward. during one of your daily walks you were rambling about a flower you saw on the way and he just let you talk as his hand sneakily grabbed yours, making you stop talking and falter in your steps “what?” he asked as if it was nothing “n-nothing!” he smiled as he kept walking along with you. after that day he noticed a change. a good one. and that’s when he realized you had realized so he decided to just get to the point “is it weird if i kiss you?” he asked when you were eating lunch in the school garden. you put your drink down and turned to look at him. “honestly, riki? yes. do i care? no.” so with that he grabbed your face, kissing you as he smiled against your lips.
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i’m so happy you’re in a mauraders mood bc so am i and your content is fulfilling all of my needs ty ty!!!
with that, thoughts on james getting hurt at quidditch and reader comes in to check on him? drugged up jamie confesses love to reader?? something?! idk this is is why you’re the writer and not me lol
thank you for requesting!🖤
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It was a nasty fall.
You knew quidditch could be quite a rough sport and you knew every player got hurt at some point. Thankfully, most of the injuries that came out of the games could be easily healed and the players would be back in class the next day, resting up before their next game. It was very rare for anything worse than some bedrest and easy days to be prescribed to an injured quidditch player.
But that didn’t settle the pit of worry in your stomach when you watched James fall. Between the speed and angle he fell at, and the fact the game had to halt for thirty minutes before they could move him off the pitch, it didn’t help that none of you were allowed to see him until a whole two hours after his accident.
However, the second you received permission from McGonagall, you had quickly joined the others in rushing down to the infirmary wing to see how James was doing. What you weren’t expecting was to find a very loopy James in place of the boy you knew.
“HEY, IT’S MY FRIENDS!”
A slightly irritated Madam Pomfrey tried hushing the boy but it was useless as he tried to sit up in his bed by himself—an act that was difficult with the sling confining his right arm—as you all surrounded the bed he was situated in.
“How you feeling, mate? You took quite the tumble out there,” Sirius asked, watching with some amusement as the bespectacled boy grinned lazily at the group.
“I feel fine—great, even!” James insisted, letting out a giggle. “I feel fucking fantastic, Pads! You should try some of this stuff!”
Sirius snorted. “Maybe next time.”
“You too, Moony,” James continued as his eyes searched over the group. “And you, Evans. And don’t think you can hide from me, Mary! And—oh.”
His loud and eccentric movements came to a halt as his eyes fell on you, his lips parting. The only sign you had that he was still alive was the slow blinks as he stared at you, his cheeks flushed and your concern peaked at the idea of him suddenly gaining a fever.
“James?” you called out, your brows furrowed together when he didn’t answer. “Are you feeling okay? Do we need to get Madam Pomfrey again?”
“Moony,” James finally whispered, still staring at you like he was lost in a daze.
“Yeah, bud?” Remus was soon by his side, frowning a little in concern as the boy reached out to grip his arm.
“I can see an angel,” James whispered and Sirius had to cover his mouth to muffle his laughs. “Can you see her?”
“Uh, what?” Remus muttered in confusion.
“An angel!” he insisted as he pointed in your direction. “Look at her! She is gorgeous, Moony! One of the prettiest fucking girls I’ve ever seen!”
Your cheeks burned as you pressed your lips together to try and contain your grin.
“That’s not an angel, Prongs,” Remus told him, now quite amused as he gently patted his friend on the back. “She’s your friend.”
James whirled his head around. “I’m friends with an angel?”
“I—” Remus sighed, shaking his head. “Yeah, buddy, you are.”
“Woah,” James murmured as he turned to look back at you. “You make my chest feel funny.”
You frowned a little. “Funny? Maybe we should—”
“Like my heart is going boom-da-boom really fast,” James continued, nodding his head. “I like that it does that for you.”
“Oh,” was all you could say.
“Who would have thought it would take a bunch of painkillers for Prongs to finally admit how he feels?” Sirius commented from the other side of his bed, grinning widely as his friend stared lovingly at you.
“Shut up, Sirius,” you murmured, slightly shy.
“He’s in love with you, sweetheart,” Sirius told you in a know-it-all voice.
“No, he doesn’t, he just—”
“Yes, I am,” James interrupted, nodding his head in confirmation. “Like, love love. The good kinda love. The one where I get to kiss you and stuff.”
You tried to tamper down the butterflies in your stomach. “Kiss me and stuff?”
“All the stuff,” James murmured, yawning slightly as the painkillers started to really kick in.
“How about you tell me this when you’re not high and we will see where we go,” you muttered, smiling softly as you watched him try to fight the strong urge to sleep.
“Promise you’ll be here when I wake up?” James murmured, reaching his hand out to you.
You took his hand and intertwined your fingers. “Promise. Goodnight, James.”
“Goodnight, Angel.”
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shards and splinters
parings: marc spector x reader , steven grant x reader
desc: apparently what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. now you’ve died and returned alive, perhaps it’s time to test that theory; or risk losing your life once and for all.
warnings: blood, angst, swearing, fighting, guns and gun violence, death descriptions, long as fuck, sex mentions i guess(? if you squint), hurt/comfort, gory i guess (jake🤷🏻♀️) writers note: idk how accurate these are bc i’ve been writing this on and off for years but cover all bases i guess xx
a/n: psa to pls reblog anyway she’s BAAAAAACKKK did you miss me ?? i missed youse … if there’s even a moonknight fandom anymore 🫣 i’m so sorry for the 2 years gone from the face of tumblr, i’ve quite honestly had two years from hell and insane writers block so. can anyone even remember this series?? idk maybe you should all reread the first parts 👀👀 anyways. there’ll be one more part to this (will it come this year? next? 2026? who knows…) bc i HATED my original ending and just had to change it. also sorry if this feels rushed or like it jumps around a lot, it’s been written over YEARS, but i’ve tried my best for continuity. also, i know there’s a lot missing in like fight scenes but they are BORING and i hate writing em so i’m not doing it. tried, got half way thru then didn’t touch this for 7 months so.. it’s no fight scene or no part at all. but my last part is pretty much done so hopefully it’ll be posted soon! ill let youse savour this for a while tho lol. on a real note thank you all SO much for all the love, even two years later. it means the world. all my love, all the time x
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the air felt different now. it was funny; you and marc had been apart hundreds, if not thousands of times, but he had never felt your absence. not like this. no, never like this. it was different now because he knew he could look for you everywhere and you would still be in that room, not breathing, not living.
he could see it all so clearly now. all of what? all of it. everything; life, your life, his life, where everything went wrong, what he should have done, should have said, how he could have saved you.
there was nothing you could have done, marc.
“that’s easy for you to say.” he mumbled, looking down at his hands. “you’re not the one who was halfway through a fucking argument when harrow took her. and if you can remember, harrow took her because of me.”
steven sighed, and went quiet.
“i should’ve died on that fucking alter.”
marc said it over and over, like a prayer, to go back in time and pull the trigger. he was fuck knows where, it looked like the middle of the desert but marc didn’t care enough to question it.
he had walked out of that pyramid and kept on walking - for hours. the hot egyptian sun had began to set, casting a rosy hue on everything. the humidity make marc’s head ache.
steven had gone silent - a small hum of anger in the back of marc’s head. it usually would have surprised marc, for steven to be the angry one. but he wasn’t sure he would never feel surprised again.
are you going to wallow here forever?
marc looked up, low sun glinting in his eyes, making him squint. but he could tell exactly who it was - crescent staff in his peripheral.
“fuck off.”
khonshu laughed. that’s one way to talk to a god.
“fuck off.” he repeated.
and why should i, mortal? why should i listen to you?
“you did this.” it was stiff, cold, a definite statement. “you did this to us.”
khonshu groaned, moving to block the sun from marc’s eyes so he could see him properly. aren’t you going to question how i am here?
“no.”
perhaps you should.
marc could never cope with khonshu’s riddles. they had always infuriated him - never getting a straight answer. but this one, he could tolerate.
“fuck does that mean?” he was looking directly into khonshu’s eyes now - something he had readily avoided for years. “and don’t give me any of your goddamn riddles.”
if you must be so blunt, it would seem like osiris has taken a liking to your poor lady wife. hathor isn’t half fond of her, either. maybe you ought to go back to the pyramid, something tells me your needed.
and he was gone. disappeared with a gust of wind, leaving marc alone in the saharan sunset, shaking and still covered in his wife’s blood.
she’s alive?
“i-” marc looked around. “i don’t-”
his eyes slipped into the back of his head.
steven took a deep breath, swallowing hard. he set off in a run - towards the pyramid.
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“this feels so fucking weird.”
you were pressed flat against the wall, peeking around every few seconds to make sure one of harrow’s followers wasn’t coming your way.
i must admit, it’s been a while since i’ve had an avatar.
you let out a breathy laugh. was that your first ever laugh since being revived? you supposed it must be. oh, you wished it was one of steven’s jokes you were laughing at instead.
you didn’t think you’d ever find one of his jokes unfunny again.
“where is he?”
it’s hard to tell. i can’t check, unless i’d like ammit to spot me.
humming, you looked around the corner once again, breath hitching when you saw a shadow come closer.
what made your breath stop completely, however, was the slow, melodic tapping of a cane, following every footstep the person took.
harrow was less than two feet away from you.
swallowing hard, you pushed yourself against the wall even harder, back cold against the concrete. you hoped - prayed with your newfound faith in osiris and his mercy - that harrow would turn back the other way, not hearing your thumping heart.
but your luck had ran out for this lifetime.
the tapping of the cane became louder, until you could see the tip of it in your peripheral, crunching glass finally becoming audible. he was about to come around the corner, and see you. you would be impossible to miss, even the bright red of your new outfit making you stand out.
it seemed like it was impossible to escape harrow, and the tapping of his cane. he had killed you once, what would stop him from doing it again?
apparently, a guardian angel. someone spoke, making harrow turn to look behind him.
this was your chance - to slip away and turn the opposite corner, escape harrow in your new life as you couldn’t in your last.
his voice made you flinch. cool, charming, low. like a snake - exactly like a snake, now you thought about it. the way he slid through life, from the bar all those years ago, to now, awakening a centuries old god, aiming to destroy the world.
you could slither away too, though.
still holding your breath, you sidestepped along the wall, making sure to watch your step over any lose stones, until the wall fell away behind you and led you into another corridor.
as soon as the light from the hall had faded, you let out your breath, hands coming to your forehead and rubbing your eyes.
we have to keep moving. ammit is almost ready to begin.
nodding - although it felt like your brain was rattling around your skull - you looked back up and saw hathor, still looking as beautiful as ever.
this hallway was much dimmer than the last. colder, too. it was like all the light had been blocked, the only thing keeping your vision was the small, fading candles lining the walls every meter or so.
perhaps it was your natural instinct, or a new given sense as an avatar, but you could tell - something wasn’t right. something in the air had shifted, on top of the hot, sticky, egyptian heat, there was something sinister.
your years as a mercenary had taught you to recognise something - blood in the air. and there was certainly blood in the air around you.
“what is harrow’s plan?”
he wants to judge people. through ammit, he believes he can rid the world of everyone bad, even if they aren’t already bad.
“so he’s playing god?” the corridor seemed to go on forever.
he would never admit it, but yes. and ammit is the perfect enabler for him, she’ll know exactly what he’s up to, but because he can give her her power back, she’ll play along.
you scoffed lightly. “harrow isn’t stupid either. he’ll know what she thinks.”
hathor shrugged, a few paces in front of you. only time will tell, my dear.
for a few minutes, the walk along the corridor was silent. the tap of your shoes echoed down the hall, breeze from your passing flickering the candles on the wall.
why did you marry him?
it stopped you in your tracks, hathor stopping too.
“what?”
marc. why did you marry him?
you stuttered for a moment, looking around as if someone would come and help you.
i don’t mean it in a rude way. i’m the goddess of love, it’s natural for me to want to know.
“well,” you paused for a moment and began walking again, slower this time. “we were young when we met, i was coming up for 18 and he was 19.”
and?
“and i knew what i had done to him.” you swallowed. “i felt fucking awful, i thought, maybe if i get to know the guy, and he’s not as much of an ass as everyone makes him out to be, it’ll make it easier for me to forgive myself.”
the corridor kept on, as if it were never ending.
“as you can tell, it didn’t work.”
he wasn’t as much of an asshole as everyone thought?
“no, he was,” you gave a dry smile. “it just so happened that assholes are my type, and i think he worked it out pretty quickly. so after only about two months of knowing each other, he asked me on a date. a real date. it was my first ever date too, god knows anton never took me out. but god, he was such a gentleman.
he picked me up, gave me flowers, wore a fucking tie. and he payed for everything, too. dinner at a four star restaurant, a movie, then out to a bar for drinks.
i knew i had fucked up when he kissed me that night.”
you regret it?
“not for a day. and that’s my mistake- i mean, i was supposed to hate him. i told myself i would hate him. so i wouldn’t feel bad about telling someone to kill him. i didn’t even know how he got out alive- he didn’t tell me about the khonshu shit until after we got married.
oh, our wedding,” you smiled again, a real one. “it was perfect. i was twenty one, marc was twenty three. we were so young. it was a small wedding, just some friends, neither of us invited our family. it was the best night of my life.
it was the night i met steven, too. i think the stress of the day must have triggered it. and that was it- there was marc, and there was steven.”
didn’t it take a while to get used to?
the corridor began to open up, getting slightly wider by the meter. still - there was no end to it in sight.
“it did and it didn’t. i knew for a while there was something happening to him, he would disappear, look confused all the time. i knew it was a matter of time until something changed. and then came steven, perfect steven.
he changed so much- it was like dating all over again. he was even more perfect than marc, stupid english accent included. but, naturally, abuthing that’s perfect must come to an end.”
hathor sighed. and it gave you the impression, just for a moment, that she already knew the whole story. that she was humouring you by letting you tell it. her sigh, sad and resigned, almost confirmed that she knew what was coming.
“the-” you stopped. your voice had broken, and your feet no longer moved. hathor continued for a few paces before looking back at you.
i understand, but if there’s any time you need to tell this, it’s now.
“you know?” you voiced your suspicions.
take into account which god i am, my dear. there is no one else i could chose, but you.
you swallowed. “what’s the point of talking about it if you already know?”
you have been born again. revived. would you like to carry this, this horrible vendetta against someone who has done nothing but love you, for the rest of your new life?
“no.”
then voice it. i can take this pain from you, if you only ask me too. i can help you.
you bit your tongue, looking down at your feet and kicking around a few of the loose rocks. hathor waited.
“the baby was supposed to be born just after my twenty-third birthday.”
a beat. hathor didn’t reply.
“but he didn’t live past twelve weeks.”
you looked back up at hathor, anxious for a reply. she didn’t give you one, only nodding.
“i don’t- i don’t know what i did. i was waiting until i could get a scan, tell marc, have it done properly, you know? but when i went to my appointment, i knew. she didn’t say anything, she just looked. then she left, got the doctor to come in.
he said that the baby had died, that they weren’t sure of the cause, but it was a boy. that my baby boy had died.”
tears threatened your eyes. never - never - had you spoken about this before. not even with marc.
“i went home, with a hatred in my heart. the next few days were the worst. i was grieving a child no one knew i even had. the blood was horrible, it hurt so badly. i told marc i was on my period. fuck, for all he knew i was.
and then my baby was gone. and i hated marc.”
why did you hate him?
you shrugged. “i have no idea. i needed someone to blame and marc was the easiest. that’s when it all went downhill, you know? i wanted him to be there for me, for something he didn’t even know happened. and when he wasn’t, i blew up at him. and he blew up at me.
and that was it, for three years. this horrible hatred towards each other, me hating marc for something he knew nothing about, and marc hating me for every other reason.
he hated me the most for making him stay a mercenary. he wanted out, he wanted a normal life in the suburbs with a dog and a big house and maybe, one day, a child.
but i can’t have that. i don’t want that kind of normal - not when i was so close to it and lost it. so i pushed him into this world. i made him take jobs and work himself to death, even when i found out about khonshu. i made him do it.
and that’s why we’re here. because i told him to follow khonshu here. and now look what i’ve done.”
hathor took two, wide steps towards you, and cradled your face in her hands.
you have done nothing that makes you inhumane. none of this mess is you fault. khonshu would have gotten marc here one way or another. anyone in your shoes would be the same.
her hands were warm. you felt a tear fall, running underneath her fingers. “but i’ve been so horrible. i’m a monster - if not for this, for everything else.”
hathor shook her head. you are a human being.
there was silence as you cried and hathor wiped your tears. at least two minutes passed - but it didn’t matter to you. harrow could come running around the corner and you wouldn’t bat an eyelash.
hathor took a deep breath, looking to her left along the corridor. she opened her mouth to speak, but before she could, another figure appeared.
is now a bad time, human?
you flinched at the rough edge in khonshu’s voice. “what do you want?”
what do i want? there’s a long list.
even through your tears, your patience thinned. “seriously?”
hathor took her hands from your face, turning to look at khonshu. enough of your riddles. just tell her.
the unmistakable sound of footsteps, running, drew your attention. they were getting closer.
i don’t think i have to say a word, actually.
just as khonshu had finished, a figure appeared, coming around the twists and turns of the corridor.
your heart stopped.
marc looked around in a daze, eyes falling first on khonshu, then on hathor, then…
“y/n!”
just as he had stopped running, he started again, coming towards you like a lion out of his cage, wrapping his arms around you and lifting you off of your feet.
“oh baby,” he mumbled into your neck.
you had just reached - wrapping your arms around him in equal tightness, hands flying into his hair. oh, god. his hair - his curls, his skin - you’d never take it for granted again.
he pulled back, hands on your cheeks in a mirror image to hathor. his eyes locked into yours, brown irises melting into his pupils, filling with tears.
marc stuttered, trying to get several sentences out at once, before you hushed him.
“please, marc, we don’t have much time. harrow is gonna-”
“i know,” he nodded, eyes still not breaking from yours. “i know- baby, i know. please- please, just give me a minute. i never- i thought i’d never- oh, baby.”
he leaned in, moving his hands out of the way to rest his forehead against yours. he was hot - sticky with sweat and dirt and, although you didnt want to think about it, your blood.
“i know,” you whispered, closing your eyes. “marc, i know.”
barely having finished your sentence, he leaned in and kissed you.
it was like the first kiss all over again, and you supposed it was. hot, needy, passionate, desperate. you could live in this moment.
but the unmistakable sound of khonshu clearing his throat broke your kiss.
if you wouldn’t mind, harrow is about to release ammit. i’m sure your couples catch-up can wait another hour.
“yeah,” you nodded, breaking away, but marc was far more hesitant to let go.
“i can’t-” he looked around, paranoid. “i can’t do this, y/n. i just lost you, i can’t run the risk of losing you again, i’ve never- y/n, i can’t let you go, you’re everything to me, and if harrow- oh god, what did harrow do to you? i swear to god, the minute i see him, i’m gonna-”
he blinked. a beat.
“paranoid git never did know when to be quiet, did he?”
“oh, steven,” you threw your arms around him again. “fucking hell.”
steven, unlike marc, seemed far more willing to let you go. “love, i know, but if we don’t go now, we’re all gonna end up dead. please, we can do this all after, yeah?”
he took your hands in his, stilling your shaking fingers. he was so warm - always so warm.
“okay,” you nodded, looking between him and the gods beside you. “okay.”
-
you had severely underestimated how far harrow was willing to go. it had been what felt like hours, an unrelenting fight. you weren’t even sure when layla showed up, hoping to help you in any way she could.
but her attempts were futile; ammit was huge. really - huge, bigger than the pyramid behind her. khonshu had, as usual, gotten involved too, so that meant he was the same size, almost trampling you with every step he took.
you had tried. really, you had. you’d tried to use your new found avatar abilities to at least land something on harrow, but truth be told, you were failing. he’d hit you far more times that you’d even aimed for him, you were covered in cuts and rapidly forming bruises, you were sure your shoulder was dislocated.
but worst of all? your head wasn’t right. you weren’t sure what was wrong with it - it seemed fine every time you focused on identifying the issue, but every time you weren’t paying attention, it was there again. dizzy, a ringing in your eyes, everything a second or two behind; your vision lagging and cloudy. but just as you’d notice it, it was gone.
it was getting worse, too. you could see marc out of the corner of your eye; he was one to one with harrow. it would have made you anxious if you could properly focus on what was going on. but you couldn’t - your thought were scattered, a ringing back tenfold in your ears, the world had gone distant and hazy.
the doctors told you it was a concussion the next morning. layla had actually came in very handy, able to translate the man’s arabic into english for you.
he had told you that you’d sustained a massive head injury - you figured it would have been investigated, if you hadn’t been one of the people there last night.
‘there’ was all people could talk about. first the sky had gone backwards (you’d missed that part, thanks to being dead), then, out of nowhere, two ancient egyptian gods had appeared, destroying all the buildings in their wake, pyramids too.
it wasn’t that you couldn’t remember it. you could - it was clear in every aspect. it just didn’t feel like you’d been there at all. even the build up to it, every moment from when you’d stepped out of that pyramid, hand in hand with steven, hot air hitting your face;
it wasn’t you.
well, obviously it was you. but it wasn’t the same you. everything felt different, you didn’t have the same emotions you did before. the same key ones, yes, like how you felt about marc, and steven, and who you are as a person, but basic thing, like fear, and compassion? it was gone.
you’d have voiced this to a doctor if you could put ‘i died and got brought back to like by an ancient god, but not the same one who destroyed half of your city last night, sorry about that, by the way’ into layman’s terms.
trauma induced dissociation was enough of a label for you. it fit - everything just felt a little hazy, was all. not that you’d asked your doctor, a google search (excluding the resurrection part) had taken you to pages and pages about dissociation and how it’s normal to feel it after a traumatic event. you were pretty sure dying was a traumatic event.
and yes, you could bring it up to your doctor, he was payed to help you, after all. but there was a strange gnawing in the back of your head: that if you voiced this feeling, it would only get worse, and the happy ending you and your husband currently had would be shred in two because you couldn’t feel properly.
so instead, you listened to his professional diagnosis; a severe concussion, fractured rib, dislocated shoulder, several cosmetic wounds, and mental trauma that would be discovered at a later point, if you ever got around to voicing it to a doctor.
what a lovely shopping list, you thought.
-
it was three days before they let you out, and marc wasn’t getting out for another two after that. you’d had to beg him to even go to the hospital in the first place, but now he was getting the medical attention he’d needed for years, he seemed content in his hospital bed. not that he’d ever admit it.
with two days to yourself (not nights, you’d go back to the hospital and stay with marc), you decided to have the egyptian holiday you had come for.
the first stop was obvious; buy clothes. all of the ones you had were either covered in blood or halfway shredded. once you’d achieved this, in a new white linen sundress (cut below the knees to hide the still raw scars), you felt just slightly lost.
of course, you weren’t lost, you were always quick to get your bearings in new places - mercenary years had left you with a few skills, after all - and you kept yourself in a fairly small area, close to the hospital in case you got an emergency call.
no - the feeling of being lost came from deep down. ever since you’d come back to life it was the same, a strange longing for something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. something you felt you just had to have, maybe not right now, but in the near future. the hazy feeling had already begun to pass, you were sure google had served you well. but it left behind this in its wake, a new, even stranger feeling.
a breeze blew your hair lightly as you looked down the street in front of you. it was picturesque, all kinds of small shops and cafes as far as you could see. you could hear kids playing somewhere, a baby crying in the distance.
the lost-longing feeling piqued at this.
“oh.” you breathed. “oh.”
beside you, hathor, dressed in a golden, floor length dress and looking beautiful as ever, laughed.
oh, indeed. did you forget which god i am?
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My Person(knj x reader)
Pairing: Kim Namjoon x black!female!reader
Word Count: 8K+
Warnings: fluff, established relationship but the first part is how you met, I’m not very good at dialogue but I tried to make them have funny conversations, (18+ but I don’t control what you consume.) Smut, unprotected sex(please stay safe and have conversations with every sexual partner you have!), vaginal sex, slight anal play(he sticks his thumb in readers-), squirting, rough sex, soft dom Namjoon, slight breath play, strength kink(bc look at Namjoon), spanking(he’s obsessed with reader’s ass), reader is dark skinned and curvy, reader also has piercings(ears, belly button) and dark stretch marks, mentions of micro aggressions and discrimination but not much. I didn’t have a specific Namjoon in mind for this except that he’s buff so imagine him as whatever you like!
A/N: Hi! This is my first time posting on tumblr. I don’t know how to work it very well but I’m getting there. If anyone has any tips, please tell me! This story is for all of my black army’s, more specifically my dark skinned ones. I love fan fiction but I hardly see myself in the stories. I don’t blush, my hair is tightly coiled, I wear braids, I have dark stretch marks and I know that’s true of so many army’s out there. No hate to any writers. I hope to be a voice for all of my melanated readers out there. Please enjoy my first attempt! Any criticism is accepted and feel free to pop in to talk! Thank you💜
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Namjoon met you at a popular club in downtown Seoul. It was his birthday and his friends wanted to take him out to get “shit faced drunk”. Jimin’s words, not his. He wasn’t much of a drinker. Don’t get him wrong, he wasn’t a lightweight or anything, his college years had built his immunity. He just wasn’t very interested in risking his liver every weekend like most of his friends did. It still baffled him how Jimin was in perfect health. He’s seen that guy pound back shots without flinching and he could still stand up straight.
Instead, he enjoyed quiet nights in reading while sipping tea or cultivating his small garden. Call him a nerd or a homebody, he didn’t care. It’s what he enjoyed and that was perfect for him.
Still, he was young so of course he liked going out with his friends. He was turning 26 and not getting any younger. These were his prime years to go out and party like no tomorrow before his mother started pushing him to settle down and get married. Not that he didn’t want to but he wanted to find love naturally, not by some meet up that his mother would arrange. She’s already sent a few young women his way but none of them worked out. They were all nice women but they just didn’t click.
The music was bumping, speakers shaking the ground underneath his feet. The atmosphere didn’t feel like the shoddy bars they used to go to back in college. This one was more sophisticated. Honestly, Namjoon was expecting something more…..unhinged. Considering Jimin and Taehyung planned this, he was fully expecting strippers or maybe tigers in cages.
“Come on, I got us a section upstairs.” Jimin yelled over the music, guiding them through the bodies and past the multiple tables and other sections filled with other club goers. The club was packed with people dressed to the nines; Rolex watches, Gucci purses. And was that someone wearing a Givenchy necklace? He swore he heard Taehyung saying just how expensive that thing was.
“How did you get us a section? Isn’t this place super exclusive?” Jungkook asked as he checked out one of the bottle girls that sauntered past.
They reached the top of the black carpeted staircase—there were multiple sections up on the balcony, most already occupied by other groups. They all seemed to be having fun taking shots, dancing, and snapping videos on their phones.
The section Jimin reserved was behind a black curtain. Hoseok let out an impressed whistle at the decor. “This place is awesome. Nice work, Jimin. Who’d you have to bang to get us here?”
Jimin just winked and held a finger to his lips. “Don’t worry about that. This is about Namjoon. Let’s order some bottles!”
The night was in full swing. A few rounds of “necessary” shots served by scantily clad bottle girls, including the one Jungkook checked out earlier. He made sure to slip her some extra cash along with his phone number just in case.
“Make sure you girls give the birthday boy here some extra attention.” Taehyung said, clapping Namjoon on the shoulder. Those words immediately made Namjoon feel nervous. While it was his birthday, that didn’t mean he wanted all eyes on him, especially from a lot of attractive women.
One of the girls leaned over to pour him a drink, her mascara coated eyelashes fluttering at him and her red stained lips lifting in a flirty smile. He gulped down a block in his throat, suddenly feeling shy. This woman was very beautiful but he doubted she was actually interested in him. It was her job to act this way and he didn’t want to assume anything just because she batted her eyelashes at him.
He threw back a shot of tequila given to him by Hoseok, the liquid burning as it went down and his face turning but he felt himself loosen up a bit.
Hoseok must have noticed his facial expression because he let out a laugh. “Hey, remember last time you had tequila?”
Yoongi, who had been expectedly quiet during this trip, suddenly slammed his hand down on the table. “Don’t bring that up.” He glared, dark eyes staring right into Hoseok’s soul. Hoseok mimed zipping his lips and throwing away the key. He was not about to poke that sleeping bear.
Namjoon laughed at their interaction. They all knew about that and no one ever mentioned it. Being a law major, Yoongi knew a lot of things about the legal system. A lot of things…..which probably meant he knew how to effectively get away with a crime….
He’d never do that though….right?
“Hey! Are you drinking tequila?” Seokjin exclaimed, drunkenly stumbling over to them. He was such a lightweight. Hoseok was too but the difference was that where Hoseok got quiet while drunk, Seokjin got loud.
Loud and loose lipped.
“Remember in college when both of you compared your dicks” a hiccup broke up his words, “took photos, and then accidentally sent them to Ms. Choi? And then she sent a nude back?” He guffawed a laugh, throwing an arm over a fuming Yoongi’s shoulder. If bodies could generate explosive heat from anger, Seokjin would be on fire right now. And if he didn’t die from that, Yoongi’s ice cold glare would surely freeze him.
Yoongi stood up, brushing his hyung off, mumbling something about whiskey before exiting the section.
Namjoon and Hoseok looked at each other before bursting in laughter—a confused Seokjin whining for his buddy to return.
All that laughter must have pushed his bladder to its limit. “I’m going to the bathroom. I’ll be back.”
He made his way down the stairs, almost bumping into a girl carrying a tray of drinks on the way. Whew, that tequila must be getting to him. Ah, who is he kidding? He would have fully crashed into that girl completely sober. Does alcohol straighten out his normal clumsiness? He could test that theory later.
For now, bathroom.
After relieving himself, quickly since he accidentally walked in on two men incredibly close to penetration, he tried making his way back to the stairs. He passed the dance floor, seeing all of the packed bodies dancing and having a good time. He wasn’t much of a dancer but it looked like fun. Maybe when he got back to his friends, he’d suggest it. He knew Jimin and Hoseok would be down, Jungkook too. Yoongi had probably disappeared to the bar but they all knew he’d be against it.
Seokjin would……
Wow…
All thoughts about his friend’s willingness to dance were cut off when he caught sight of you.
You were absolutely stunning, a stand out in this overcrowded place full of drunken rich kids. The shiny decorations and strobe lights seemed dim in comparison to your effervescent beauty.
The silky expanse of your golden sepia brown thighs made him clench his fists, fingers tingling to sink into the plush fat. You crossed one knee high boot clad leg over the other, your ass practically smothering the little bar chair under you. Your cheek rested on your palm, deep brown eyes staring listlessly into the fruity drink in front of you. You were scrolling through your phone, manicured finger slowly tapping on the screen. Now that he looked more closely, you seemed…..down.
Were you alone? Why did you seem so upset in a place like this?
You must have felt eyes on you because you turned your head, locking eyes with him. His breath got caught in his throat. Your front profile was even more ethereal than your side; your skin was dewy and glittery, sparkling under the lights. Full lips outlined in black with a clear gloss over them, smokey eyeshadow made your eyes look even more captivating, and your hair was long and in braids he’s only seen in old school hip hop videos he used to watch.
You tossed your braided hair over your shoulder, the tips ending just below your thighs, eyes focused solely on him.
Your staring contest was cut short when someone threw an arm over his shoulders. He startled, quickly whipping his head around. His pounding heart calmed at the sight of Jimin.
Jimin leaned closer to almost yell in his ear. “Why are you just standing here? Let’s go dance!”
Namjoon nodded, about to follow Jimin but he couldn’t help but look back towards where that mysterious person was just sitting. Only to find you gone. He felt a slight pang of disappointment. Where had you gone? Did you leave? His eyes searched the crowd but he didn’t find you. He didn’t have a lot of time to think about it before Hoseok and Jungkook joined them, dragging him to the dance floor, their laughter almost as loud as the music.
Dancing had pretty much made him forget about you. While you were very gorgeous, he doubted you’d ever cross paths again. It was just a small connection in a club, it wouldn’t go anywhere.
He made his way off the dance floor, sweat rolling down the back of his neck and throat dry. He ran his fingers through his sweaty hair, letting out a breath once he made it to the bar.
“Can I get a water please?” He asked the bartender who nodded and moved to take another order.
As he waited, his eyes scanned the other people at the bar—the counter was a large circle that took up a lot of surface area, tall shelves held most of the alcohol, a draft beer tap area just in front of him.
Something moved to the left of him so he innocently looked to the side. And the alluring eyes that stared back at him caught him by surprise.
It was you again.
He almost couldn’t believe you had appeared before him once again, closer and looking directly at him. Now that you were so close, he could appreciate just how absolutely striking you were. Your lashes were long and delicate, a helix piercing in your right ear, a chain hanging from it that connected to the second piercing in your earlobe. He also spotted the cutest little mole under your left eye.
He didn’t even realize he was staring until the bartender placed his water in front of him, the feeling of the cold glass pressing against his hand breaking him from his frozen state. He blinked his eyes frantically, averting his gaze to his glass of water.
How embarrassing. He must have looked like a creep staring at you and the last thing he wanted to do was make you uncomfortable.
“Can I get a strawberry virgin margarita please?”
He was surprised at how light and airy your voice was. It didn’t quite match your dark clothes and leather boots but he guessed that was just one surprise about you. He wondered if you had any more.
“Water, huh? You a lightweight?”
He didn’t answer at first. Were you talking to him? You must be. He was the only one with a glass of water across this entire bar.
Chuckling, he shrugged his shoulder, not noticing how her eyes focused on his muscles. “My throat was dry. Alcohol actually dehydrates you.” He instantly regretted saying that. Bore you with random facts, that’ll keep you interested. Clearing his throat, he motioned to the drink the bartender had just placed in front of her. “How about you? Drinking something that looks like alcohol without any actual alcohol seems more like lightweight behavior.”
That made you laugh, the sound hitting his ears and itching his brain in the best of ways. The sight of your sparkling teeth and the way your eyes crinkled at the ends made his heart speed up. You were captivating, he almost couldn’t take his eyes off of you.
It was your turn to shrug, index finger twirling the straw. “I guess I just like to feel adventurous while still keeping my inhibitions. Alcohol affects the prefrontal cortex first, the part of the brain that controls impulse, judgement and reasoning.”
His mouth dropped open in shock. Did you just….?
You bashfully giggled, eyes focusing on the designs on your oval, manicured nails. “Sorry. That was kind of weird to say, huh?”
He shook his head so hard that his neck could have cracked. “No! Not at all. I didn’t even know that. That’s really interesting.”
Your shy smile made you all the more endearing. “Is it? My friends say I’m kind of a bore.”
He smiled back at you. “Mine do too but I don’t think there’s anything wrong with having a healthy dose of knowledge. Facts like that can save lives.”
“I’m y/n.”
“Namjoon. It’s a pleasure.”
Sitting and talking with you, Namjoon learned a lot about you. You were a 24 year old foreigner who moved here 2 years ago to attend Seoul University, a full ride scholarship under your belt. You taught yourself Korean through books and the nice lady at a grocery store from your hometown. You loved mangoes and hated ketchup, your favorite number was 4—and when you were 5, you accidentally walked followed the dolphin trainers at the aquarium and almost drowned. Now you were afraid of open bodies of water.
Namjoon also found you to be incredibly optimistic, charismatic, and sweet. He was absorbed in every word that passed your glossed lips, falling a little deeper with each shy giggle and tug of your ear that you did whenever you said something embarrassing. You were so adorable and Namjoon found himself wanting to hear more about you.
Currently, you two were laughing about a story Namjoon was telling you.
“No way!”
He nodded his head. “It’s true.“
You wiped a tear from your eye, laughter reducing itself to little giggles. “How do you fail a driver’s test 6 times? There should be a limit.”
“Yeah. The driving instructor knew me by name. My mom even invited him over for dinner when I finally passed. Apparently, he also had a bet going on with his friends on how many tries it would take me.”
Your laughter picked up again. “I’d make that bet too.”
“Hey, I’m not that bad.” He pouted. “I’ve never gotten pulled over or a ticket. I even keep both hands on the wheel.”
You leaned your cheek against your palm, much like how you did when he first laid eyes on you. This time, however, your eyes weren’t bored or sad—they were filled with mirth and light. He wanted to see you like that all the time.
“So what are you doing out tonight? Did you come with friends?”
He noticed how your eyes kind of dimmed, fingers lifting to tug at your ear again. A sense of panic immediately flooded his stomach. Oh no, had he offended you? And the conversation was going so well too.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you upset.”
Your eyes lifted to his, mouth slightly dropping open. “Oh! No, you didn’t offend me.” You waved your hands around. “It’s a honest question. I did come here with friends but I think they ditched me.”
He didn’t know these so called friends but right now, he wanted nothing more than to give them a piece of his mind for leaving you alone.
“What assholes. They don’t sound like very good friends.”
Your eyes casted to the watch on his wrist and then up to meet his eyes once again. “No. I guess they aren’t.”
“I’d never leave you alone like that. I’d at least have the courtesy to leave a text or something. It’s dangerous to go anywhere alone this late.” He didn’t even realize he was rambling or the frustration that was building in his chest.
A soft hand on his arm stopped him from his rant, his eyes meeting yours. The brown irises sparkled, a gentle smile on your face that made heat rise to the tips of his ears.
“Thank you, Namjoon. You sound like a really good friend. I’d love to have a friend like you looking out for me.”
The sincerity of your words made him feel all warm and dizzy. He didn’t even remember why he was upset anymore, not when you were looking at him that way. Not when you were touching him so softly and definitely not when you were so close.
A sheepish smile crossed his face, dimple indenting his cheek even deeper. His hand rubbed at the back of his neck, gaze going to a random spot on the bar. “Um….yeah. I just….friends should be like family. They should look out for you. I’d…..I’d look out for you like that.”
“Thanks. That means a lot.” Your hand moved from his arm, your warmth leaving at the same time and causing him to feel cold. “But enough about me, how about you? Why are you out to tonight?”
“It’s my birthday. My friends took me out. They thought I needed a night to let loose. I normally prefer to spend my time indoors or out in nature but they thought I needed to go out and party. It is my 26th after all, not getting any younger.”
You hummed. “Well, happy birthday. I hope you’re having a nice time.”
“I am.” He looked deeply into your eyes when he said that. Your eyes widened a little, fingers twitching to rise to your ear but you pushed it the feeling down. After a few seconds of staring, you coughed, reaching for your drink to sip down the remainder of it.
He offered you another smile. “May I buy you another?”
“It’s your birthday. Shouldn’t I be offering you a drink?” That little teasing smile and tone came back. You were too cute.
“You can offer next time.”
“So there will be a next time?”
“If you allow it.”
You bit your lip, trying to force down the smile that threatened at your lips. Damn, he got you.
~
Namjoon didn’t even realize how much time had passed until his friends came searching for him. Jungkook was balancing a sleeping Hoseok on his shoulder, Seokjin and Taehyung not too far behind and stumbling all over the place.
“We’ve been looking all over for you. Where’d you go? It’s almost 3AM.” Jimin said, the only one who looked normal but judging by that glassy look in his eye, he was wasted too.
“Ah sorry. I was just speaking to someone. Got caught up.”
You gave all of the conscious men a wave, flashing a smile as well. “Hi. Sorry I hogged your friend.”
Jimin and Jungkook’s eyes almost popped out of their heads at the sight of you. They looked at each other and then at you and then at Namjoon.
Namjoon coughed, noticing the looks on their faces. Jimin was the first to smile, shaking his head at you. “No, no. It’s cool. Hog him all you like.” He flashed a look at Namjoon that read “later” before smiling again. “Yoongi hyung’s waiting outside. Can you drive your car or do you feel drunk?”
Seokjin, Taehyung, and Hoseok definitely weren’t driving anywhere. And he’d feel bad if he let the others haul the family drunkies all the way home.
And then there’s you….
He turned to you, your eyes lifting to meet his and instantly smiling.
“Do you need a ride home? Or an Uber? I’d be happy to take you or request one.”
His offer gave you a weird feeling behind your rib cage. Shaking your head, you stood to your feet. “I drove here. I’m not drunk either. I’m pretty sure I can get back.”
“Are you sure? At least let me walk you to your car. The bar’s are emptying out and I want you to be safe.”
“I’m sure. Your friends look like they need you more than I do.” You looked behind him, seeing how the broad shouldered one was trying to lay a kiss on the pierced one who was balancing a sleeping one.
Namjoon waved his hand. “They’re big boys. I’m pretty sure no one would kidnap them. They’d bring Seokjin hyung back for sure. He’d talk their ears off.”
An indignant, “hey!” came from behind Namjoon.
You let out a giggle. “I think I got it. I’m a big girl. I cross the street all the time by myself.”
Namjoon ran a hand through his hair. He was sad you had to go. He really wanted to talk to you more.
“Do you think…..I could have your number? I’d love to see you again.”
You fluttered your eyelashes at him, leaning forward a bit to crowd his space. Like this, he could smell your perfume—fruity and feminine and oh so you.
“I’d like that. Maybe you can show me what helped you succeed on try number 7.”
He playfully rolled his eyes, cheeks hurting from how hard he was smiling. Fuck, you were amazing.
You exchanged numbers, you putting his contact as Namjoon 10 And 2💜. Him putting you down as y/n🐬.
You followed him and the others outside into the breezy Seoul air. Summer was just getting ready to leave but thankfully, it was still pretty nice outside.
“I’ll see you around, Namjoon.” The way you said his name made him want to hear it more and more from your lips.
He gave you a little wave. “Bye. Get home safe.”
“You too.” Tossing your braids over your shoulder, you gave him one final look before bidding his friends goodbye and starting your walk down the street. He watched you until you disappeared from his sight, letting out a dreamy sigh when he could no longer see you.
“Well, look at you, Casanova. Didn’t know you had it in you.” Jimin teased, clapping a hand on Namjoon’s shoulder.
“Yeah. She was…..amazing.“
Taehyung stumbled over, almost falling if not for Namjoon catching him. “Awwwww, our Joonie hyung’s in loveeeeeee…”
Rolling his eyes, he helped Taehyung stand a little straighter, bearing his weight. “Come on. You can crash at my place.”
And as Namjoon laid in bed that night, he thought about just how memorable this night had been. He’d spent time with his friends, celebrated his birthday, and met the most wonderful woman ever.
His phone pinged from his bedside. Leaning over, he grabbed it and unlocked it, a smile rising to his face at the name.
y/n🐬: made it home and in bed. I tried driving with both of my hands on the wheel. I felt lame
He rolled over, arm tucking under his pillow, phone illuminating the doofy smile on his face.
It wasn’t love. Not yet.
Not yet.
~
“What are you thinking about, baby?”
He looked up from his phone, attention going to your body as you climbed on top of him. You both had finished dinner and having a shower and were now getting ready for bed. He was scrolling through his social media, timeline bringing up memories from 2 years ago. It was a photo Jungkook posted, a candid shot of them—Yoongi and Namjoon were raising their glasses to the camera, Taehyung and Jimin cheering while clinking shots together, Hoseok was staring blankly at nothing and Jungkook was cheesing hard. He doesn’t even remember this picture being taken but he can remember how he felt that night. He felt so free and happy, being with this best friends and partying like there was no tomorrow. It was great.
He connected eyes with you. God, you were just as gorgeous as the first day he met you, maybe even more. Dressed down and barefaced, he thought you were the picture of beauty and allure. Everything you did enchanted him—even something as simple as when you’d put your chopsticks in your hand one by one or the way you’d shake your arms because they’d get tired when you braided your hair.
You were perfect to him. Everything he could ever want and need. You completed him. You gave him what he lacked, supported him wholeheartedly and genuinely, and loved him in a way that he’s never felt before.
You were his person.
He showed you his phone. You observed the picture for a moment. “Isn’t that from your birthday 2 years ago? But your birthday was last week, why is it just now appearing in your memories?”
He placed his phone on the bedside table, hands going to your bare thighs since you hated wearing pants to bed. Weird since you wore socks to bed, only to take them off in your sleep but adorable nonetheless.
“Jungkook posted it a week later. It was that week after he dropped his phone in that pond.” His fingertips lightly grazed over the dark stretch marks that stretched over your thighs and love handles. He loved every inch of you. You were so confident and sure of yourself, never letting anyone’s comments diminish your glow.
You let out an “ah” of recognition. “Oh yeah. He would carry his iPad everywhere.”
Namjoon chuckled. His friend was so silly.
“That was the night we met. Has it been two years already?”
He hummed and exhaled a deep breath. “Yeah. It went by so fast.”
You leaned down to press your foreheads together, one hand coming to rest on his collarbone. Your thumb gently stroked the skin there, playing with the silver chain that sat around his throat. You remembered when he had broken the clasp on one he had before and he was actually really upset about it. He said it was a gift from an old friend that had passed away a while back. While he tried to act like it was fine, you could see just how broken up about it he was so you wanted to do something to make him happy again.
So while he was away, you took the necklace to a jewelry repair store and got the clasp replaced. You surprised him with it the next day and the look of absolute elation on his face was enough to move you. That was the first time you had seen him cry. He hugged you so tightly, his warmth seeping into your bones and tears soaking your shirt. And you held him until he had fallen asleep, the repaired necklace clasped around his neck.
It was also the first time he said he loved you, the three little words sending you to cloud 9. You loved Namjoon too. He was really the first actual friend you made since coming to Seoul. Being a foreigner, people treated you differently. If not by their micro aggressions or blatant rudeness, it was how they ignored you and treated you like you didn’t exist.
The “friends” you went to the bar with that time were classmates of yours. They were nice at the start, always asking questions about your hair and about America. You were just happy to have friends so you didn’t mind. You felt like there was a bit of a gap between you and them. Your Korean wasn’t that good when you arrived so that language barrier often made things a little awkward.
And when they invited you out to a high class bar in the nicer part of Seoul, you were happy to tag along. You didn’t leave your apartment much aside from school and work. Mainly because you were still a little uncomfortable being in a new country despite living here for close to 2 years. It kind of felt like you were just drifting around and biding your time until graduation.
But you didn’t want to do that. You were in a new country! You could make new experiences and learn new things. You should be getting out and having fun.
So you dressed in one of your most adventurous outfits and you met your friends at the bar. At first, everything was going fine. They were taking shots and pictures and you were trying to loosen up. Eventually, your friends went to dance while you went to go to the bathroom. They were gone when you returned and you couldn’t find them in the sea of people.
That’s why you were sitting alone. You were waiting for them to come back but after about an hour and a half with no update, you were getting ready to leave.
That was until you saw Namjoon. Just from across the room, you felt a connection between you both. When you saw his friends come up to him, you sighed and got up to go to the bathroom. At least his friends looked like they wanted to be around him.
A few Korean men had approached you throughout the night while you sat alone and while you tried to be nice, they were much too imposing and forceful. That’s what led you to the bar. You wanted some space and maybe one more mock tail before going home.
Seeing Namjoon again was a complete coincidence. You didn’t even notice he was at the bar until you stood next to him, your eyes instinctively looking over.
And wow….
He was so much more handsome up close—tall, broad, and those biceps looked like he could throw you around a room without breaking a sweat.
Whew…you were repressed.
Those thoughts ceased from your mind the moment you two started talking. Namjoon was wholesome and intelligent, a little bit goofy and very very lovely. Unlike most of the men you’ve encountered so far, Namjoon wasn’t pushy or sleazy—he was a gentleman, he listened to every word you said, and he kept you engaged. It almost felt a little too good to be true.
But it wasn’t. You deserved it. And so did he.
“That’s okay. At least we know we cherished every single day.”
“And I’ll cherish each one after that.”
He reciprocated your wide smile, love and adoration flooding both of your gazes.
“I love you, Namjoon.”
“And I love you.”
Your lips met in a sensual kiss. You melted further into his hold, your chests pressing against one another. His thumbs rubbed at where your panties sank into your plush hips, tilting his chin so that he could kiss you deeper.
It didn’t take long for you to start moving your hips cover his crotch, sweats being your only barrier.
He pulled away from you, both of you panting, gazes locked and stirring with desire.
“You aren’t tired from my birthday weekend? We barely made our reservation.” Namjoon recalled.
You snorted, lifting back up. “If I remember correctly, it was you who couldn’t keep it in your pants right before we walked out of the door.”
“You looked absolutely ravishing in that dress. Did you see your ass?” Delivering a swift smack to one of your cheeks and then squeezing the burning skin. He was obsessed with your ass. It was perfect for your hips and thighs, perfectly round and it rippled in the most delicious of ways whenever he slapped it. Not to mention, it filled out whatever you wore; skirts, dresses, jeans….You in jeans should be considered a world wonder. For his eyes only though.
You didn’t try to fight down your grin. “Me? Did you see your arms in that dress shirt? I was ready to ride you the moment you buttoned it up.”
Biting his lip, his fingers went under the band of your panties. “Why don’t you ride me now? Give me a demonstration.”
Your eyes darkened at the feeling of his hardening cock pressing into your covered heat.
“I’ll give you more than that.”
Leaning forward again, you placed a sweet peck to his lips before trailing down to his throat. You sucked and nipped at the skin there, careful not to leave any marks too high that would show over his collar. Good thing the base of his neck and his collarbone were open and safe for marking.
He let out a sigh at the feeling, body shivering when you ran your lips over his soft spot. Lifting up to study your work and feeling satisfied at the darkening marks across his chest, you began kissing your way down his body. He’s been spending more time in the gym so the flat expanse of his tummy was starting to harden, light abs beginning to form. You loved feeling the hard muscle, your manicured fingertips ghosting over them. He sighed again, stomach seizing up a little at your touch.
Finally, you reached your destination. Eyes hungrily taking in the large bulge in his black briefs. Your hand raised to rub over it, feeling his cock jerk slightly from your touch. Reaching for the band of his underwear, you tugged them down, him lifting his hips to help you. Once the stupid fabric was tossed to the floor, you got to take in the thick and throbbing cock in front of you—a lush pink tip with veins running all over it and precum leaking from the tip. Delicious.
Licking your lips, you ran your tongue over the underside, all the way to the tip where you sucked him into your mouth. His legs tensed up, sighing at the feeling. Finally.
Your tongue flicked under the head of his cock, his most sensitive spot. His hand lifting to rest on your head, making sure to be gentle since he knew your scalp was still a little sore from your new hairstyle. He remembers coming home from work to find you in the bathroom laying down your baby hairs. When he left that morning, you were in your natural hair, the tight coils refreshed and bouncy. He loved any hairstyle you had and he thought it was amazing that you could transform it into so many ways. Throughout the summer, you had been wearing it more naturally and on his birthday weekend, you installed a beautiful honey blonde wig that he really liked.
Now, you were in shoulder blade length boho braids. You had sat in the bathroom for hours following a YouTube tutorial, arms constantly getting tired and a few of the braids turning out a little wonky but in the end, you thought they looked good. It was a good try. And when Namjoon came home, his eyes brightening and compliments flowing, you felt even more beautiful.
And much like right now, you had given him the blowjob of his life that day.
One hand grabbing his shaft, you pursed your lips to drool spit on his tip before sucking him back into your mouth. You did that a few more times to fully slick up his cock, hand pumping up and down his shaft.
“Fuck. Come on, baby. Stop teasing.”
Humming around his cock, you took him all the way down, relaxing your throat to swallow him all the way. His back arched, the warm heat of your mouth feeling absolutely amazing. Lots of practice made you a master at deepthroating his cock. Before, you could barely go down halfway without gagging but now, you could take him to the hilt without flinching.
You bobbed your head up and down his cock, both hands digging into his strong thighs as a balance. You hollowed your cheeks when you came up, cupping your tongue along the underside of his cock. You wanted him to feel absolutely every sensation and god damn, he did.
His eyes he didn’t realize were even closed finally opened, head lifting to look down at you. Breath hitching when he saw you were already staring up at him. If there was one thing you loved, it was eye contact. The way your brown irises stared directly into his made him feel fuzzy all over.
That feeling in the base of his tummy began to form and he knew he had to stop you. “Shit, stop baby. Stop.”
You pulled off his cock with a pop, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. Trying to regain your breath, you crawled back up to straddle his stomach, leaning over him again to kiss him. His hands grabbed at your hips, rubbing the skin there before traveling up your sides under your shirt. He tugged at the fabric, you releasing his lips to take it off—your body now revealed to him and it was the picture of perfection.
From your deep brown nipples down to the pudge of your belly where a pink belly button piercing sat to the swell of your hips. You were dazzling, the picture of femininity, goddess like. So many words yet not enough to describe you fully.
You were just perfect.
His hands ran up to your nipples, tweaking the buds and squeezing your breasts. You sighed, eyes fluttering closed at the little sparks of pleasure you felt. That pleasure went right to the space between your thighs, dampening your already soaked panties even further.
“Get up here and sit on my face, baby.” Namjoon’s deep voice ordered and who were you to deny him?
Climbing off his lap and to the side of him, he lifted up to help you out of your panties. The grey fabric was now almost black with how soaked they were. He lifted the clothing to his noise, inhaling deeply.
“Fuck.” He tossed them to the ground, dragon like eyes staring deep into your soul. His gaze sent shivers down your spine. He was so fucking sexy—hair messy and thick lips bitten red. “Get the fuck up here.”
You barely had time to move before he was grabbing your thighs and hauling you up to his face. You moaned from the movement. Okay so maybe you had a bit of a strength kink. Who wouldn’t when your man was 6’1 with biceps bigger than melons and thighs thick enough to crush your head.
And Namjoon knew it.
Now with your glistening pussy right above him, he could show you another part of his body that you loved.
Tongue swiping through your slit, he hummed at the taste. You were dripping, a single strand of wetness dripping down to hit his chin.
You grabbed the headboard once you felt his tongue graze over your clit, a light moan coming from your lips.
His lips wrapped around the bud, sucking it with enough pressure to send you reeling. His fingers dug into the meat of your thighs, one hand on your ass to hold you closer. His tongue lapped over your clit, the little bud pulsing under his ministrations.
“Ahhh, Joon….” You moaned out. He hummed against your pussy, the vibrations striking right through you.
A swift slap to your ass made you squeal. “Ride my face, gorgeous.”
Always a good girl, you adjusted your knees before you started rocking on his tongue. The rough texture stimulated your clit in the best way, the feeling of Namjoon’s hands slapping at your ass fueling you on.
Your mouth was dropped open, head tossed back as hot pleasure sparkled all across your body. That band in your stomach beginning to wind itself tighter and tighter.
Hand coming down to wrap in his hair to pull him closer, you humped against his tongue, clit feeling so sensitive yet so fucking good. Namjoon knew you were close so he moved his head with your hips, hands gripping at your ass hard enough to leave bruises.
“Oh my god! I’m cumming! Fffffff-uhhhhh….”
Your orgasm crashed into your body, pleasurable waves radiating down your spine.
He flicked his tongue against your sensitive clit until you shivered in overstimulation, sitting yourself on his chest. Both of your chests heaved, gazes locked as you came down.
“Ready for more?” You asked, eyes squinting and a teasing smile on your face.
He smirked. “I believe a demonstration was in order?”
Working your way down, you straddled his hips once again, feeling his cock press against your sopping heat. Your lips locked in another kiss, this one a little more desperate.
Reaching under yourself, you grabbed his cock in your hand, stroking him a little.
A hand came down on your ass, the burn making you moan.
“Sit on my fucking cock. Right. Now.”
His voice sent shivers down your spine but you obliged. Lining his cock with your entrance, you slid down his shaft—thick girth stretching you open in the most delicious of ways, your walls constricting around him.
Namjoon’s hands gripped at your ass, feeling like he would float away. Your pussy was so warm and squeezed around him so tightly. He’s had sex in the past but no one would ever compare to you. The way your body reacted to him, how your pretty eyes crossed a little at the feeling of his cock filling you up. He was obsessed with you.
And he wanted to be with you for the rest of his life.
Once he was all the way inside, you let out a breath.
“You feel so good.” He sighed.
You kissed him again, loving the feeling of his lips on yours. “So do you. So big.”
Your hips began moving against him, gaining a comfortable rhythm. His cock rubbed against your walls—you could feel him pulsing inside of you, the head of his cock reaching deeper inside.
His head fell back against the pillows, eyes closing as he focused on the way your pussy felt around him.
“Feel good, baby?” You whispered in his ear, sucking the lobe into your mouth. You moved back and forth against him, your breasts pressed against his chest.
“Yeah.”
Adjusting yourself, you began bouncing up and down on his cock, the wet slap of your ass against his thighs filling the room.
He slapped your ass again, using his hands to help you move against him. “That’s it. Bounce on that cock, baby.”
You moaned. “Your cock feels s-so good.” Mouth dropping open in pleasure, you began to move faster on his cock. The head was rubbing right up against that soft spot inside of you. That band was starting to tighten again. Only Namjoon could push you to orgasm so quickly. Just as much as you knew his body, he knew yours. You two were perfectly in sync.
“Turn around, baby.”
You whined from having to stop but you did what he asked, secretly loving how he bossed you around. Keeping him inside, you turned around on his cock so he could get a view of your juicy ass.
You started your rhythm back up, ass jiggling as it met his hips. Your back arched, sweat dripping down your spine and making your melanated skin glisten. His eyes were mesmerized by it, cock throbbing at the sight. Namjoon could watch you bounce on his cock forever. If he could frame it, he would. But this was for his eyes only and he liked to keep it that way.
Your hands found stability on his knees, leaning forward to bounce even harder on him. Namjoon’s hands spread your cheeks to get a full view of your pussy. He groaned at the sight of your sweet cunt wrapped around him, your viscous wetness soaking his cock, a ring of cream starting to form at the base.
“Pussy’s so good, baby. So fucking tight.”
You clenched around him at the praise, basking in his attention.
“Mmmmm. M’gonna cum again….baby….” You breathed out, head falling forward as pleasure consumed you. His cock was scrambling your brain, your entire being consumed by him. He made you feel so good, so beautiful, so utterly loved and adored that you could burst.
“Me too. Do it. Cum all over my cock.”
Thumb swiping over your puckered hole, he barely stuck the tip of it in before you were cumming all over his cock.
The feeling of your walls gripping him like vice was enough to push him over too. He spilled into your warm heat, moving you back and forth against him to ride out both of your orgasms.
But it wasn’t enough.
Before you could even come down, you were being tossed onto your back, legs being thrown up until you were folded in half. You could barely react before his lips were wrapped around your clit. His head moved side to side, slurping up all of the juices you offered.
“Ohhhhh f-fff-uhhhh! Namjoon!” Your head kept lifting to watch him and falling back into the pillow. You wanted to watch but just the sight of him between your thighs was enough to propel you to another gut wrenching orgasm. Your hips jumped against his face, his hands holding your thighs to keep you still.
He pulled away from your cunt, juices all over his chin and cheeks. The sight made your pussy clench, more wetness leaking out of you.
Keeping your legs up, Namjoon brought his hard cock back to your opening, pushing inside with no hesitation. You screamed at the intrusion, walls sporadically clenching and unclenching around him. Your lungs burned, trying to suck in air but he was punching it all out of you.
The connections in your brain were going all haywire, all of your thoughts absorbed by him and the feeling of his cock bullying your walls.
Namjoon set a punishing pace, hips pistoling in and out of you until you could almost feel him in your throat. His eyes found where you were connected, your juices and his cum spilling out in a messy mixture. Everything was so wet. He was slipping in and out of you so easily and it felt so good.
Your eyes crossed, mouth open as screams and chants of his name left you. His right hand came up to wrap around your throat, squeezing slightly—not enough to cut off your already sparse air but just enough for you to feel it. Your hands scratched at his arms, the burn fueling him further.
Namjoon couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You were truly a sight to behold. He almost wanted to tattoo this image on his eyelids. Your pleasurable state was one of his favorite sights, right next to you smiling, your ass, and that confused look you got on your face that first time you saw a pink strawberry. Strawberries were red, right?
He could feel your walls suffocating his cock once again. You were close. Incoherent ramblings fell from your lips, chants of how good he felt and how close you were. His hand released your throat, both coming up to hold onto the headboard and hips slamming into you even harder.
“N-Namjoon!” Tears welled in your eyes, overwhelming pleasure and love filling your veins. You loved him so much. He was everything to you. He was your person.
Your orgasm hit you so hard that your vision went white, ears ringing and toes curling. This orgasm was stronger than your others and it felt slightly different but very familiar.
Your walls forced Namjoon’s cock out of you, a short burst of liquid leaving your pussy. He used his cock to slap at your clit, prolonging your pleasure.
“Good girl! Squirt all over my cock.” He praised, a slightly sadistic smile spread across his face. He loved you like this—when your pleasure absolutely consumed you to the point where your body reacted this way.
A few tugs to his own cock and he came as well, spurts of cum landing on your pussy and dripping down your ass.
He slowly let your legs down, massaging your thighs. Leaning over you, he pressed a few kisses to your temple and cheeks, whispering sweet words to you as you came down.
After a few moments, you let out a hum, lifting your weak arms to wrap around his neck and pull him into a kiss.
“Are you okay?” He asked after pulling away.
“More than okay. I haven’t squirted like that in a while.”
He rubbed his nose against yours. “Mhmm. I love when you do. It’s so hot.” His softening cock rubbed against your ultra sensitive clit, your body jumping and a whine falling from your lips.
“Stop.” You whined. “I feel like my pussy is going to fall off.”
“Well, we can’t have that. Why don’t we go shower and have some cake?”
Your smile was dazzling. “That sounds amazing.”
After you were done using the bathroom and cleaning up, you went to cut the cake, not trusting Namjoon with a knife.
“Don’t want you losing any fingers. I won’t be able to live if you lost those.” You winked, giggling when he gave you a playful slap to your ass.
While you did that, he sat on the couch and went back to his phone. It was still open to the photo of his friends. Liking it, he closed out his social media and went to the page he was looking at before he opened Instagram.
The bright colored logo stared him him in the face, that feeling of anxiousness rising in his chest once again.
“I sliced some strawberries too. All fully red, as they should be.”
At the sight of you, that pressure alleviated, adoration swelling at how adorable you were.
Why was he so nervous in the first place? He couldn’t remember and for now, it didn’t matter.
All that mattered was you.
“Pink strawberries are valid.”
“They’re confusing! It’s like, why are strawberries red but strawberry candy is always pink? Then do they use pink strawberries for candy? It’s ridiculous.”
Yeah. You.
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Staring up at the building, Namjoon inhaled a deep breath, palms feeling sweaty. The drive here had been full of nerves. He swore his hands were on 11 and 3 this time.
Calm down. Deep breath. Everything would be fine.
A kind woman greeted him at the door.
“Welcome to Euphoria Jewelers. How can I help you?”
“I want to buy a ring.”
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To the SPN fans that are hating on good omens rn bc of the leak, I hope you choke. I've seen some really nasty shit today from some of my (now unfollowed) followers whom I followed for spn content. So let's make one thing clear from actual posts ive seen today:
-Saying that the "wrong angels kissed", is...homophobic. I was with destiel from beginning to end and yeah we were completely shafted, but it's not okay to then say that other gay couples in media aren't allowed to kiss just because they aren't the ones you thought were hot. Jesus christ didn't think I needed to write that one down for ya-bo burnham
-I saw so much fatphobia about how Castiel deserved a kiss more than Aziraphel bc "he has far more sex appeal." Wtf wtf wtf. How do you live with yourselves saying that shit?You can pry Micheal Sheens body type Aziraphel out of my cold dead hands, you CW brainwashed morons!
-hate against the author for some reason, no one is willing to give specifics about it, but I think the majority of them maintain that GO is not good rep because they didn't kiss and now they are claiming pandering or something? Honestly that guy has only ever stood with the writers guild and queer people his whole career from what I find so I don't think it's fair whatever hate they are spouting. He isnt even saying he is upset with fans that saw or shared the video. Hes being super nice about it!
-I will say, non of us SPN fans have a fucking leg to stand on when it comes to hating something bc of the authors, OK. I saw someone saying the writing for spn was better and I can say you did not watch the show. I loved spn but don't do the late Terry Pratchett like this. He did nothing wrong
-on that same ish strain, as an ace person who thrives off queerplatonic relationships in media, maybe they kiss, I dunno. I just have to wait until the season comes out. Not 1 SPN fan gets to bitch about GO asexualty rep when SPN never even tried that route with any of its characters. But also ace characters are allowed to kiss, so you can write them that way of you want and interpret them that way if you want still. This is your viewing experience.
-this leak is truly not the same as the SPN yo a ti leak, solely bc the episode hasn't aired yet. "None of you GO fans would have survived the yo a ti leak." No I think you wouldn't bc the spn leak was clinging to an already mangled straw, while the angel's in GO are queer already. Queer queer queer and no amount of kissing or lack thereof is going to change that. We have no idea what happens in that episode of GO, but we saw the creators butcher the only moment in the show that could have meant anything real for queer viewers in SPN.
-"SPN crowly was kissing dudes first so this one is not that impressive". I see two cakes. One was made with the intent to make gay people look evil, but over time got kinda funny and a little better bc gay people liked it, and the other was about telling an interesting story about how love is so important, especially at the end of the world, and gay people liked that one too! So for me it's YaY two cakes!
-again the anti aziraphel is so plainly just fatphobia. You have no excuses. Sorry you don't think someone who looks like a slightly chubby micheal sheen could ever get kissed by someone who looks like David tennant, but you are not only wrong, you are also childish.
OK I'm done. Go watch good omens s2 when it comes out for my fucking sanity please. Or don't if all you are going to do is try to rip it apart like you do to all media that tries to be better.
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My Cup of Tea contributor announcement: part 1!
We are excited to share our list of artists in the zine! You can also find our cosplayers and writers here. See below the cut for links to their socials and their answers to the question: Why do you love Martin?
Ghoulie | tumblr
Oh man, what's not to love? I fell for him immediately for his sweet nature and softness and ended up admiring his inner strength even more. I see so much of myself in him and he makes me want to be better by killing with kindness and finding beauty and love for others even in the loneliness.
Willow | tumblr twitter insta
martin is just a silly little guy. he is one of my favs of the tma cast bc i love his voice tbh LMAO
Bori | tumblr twitter insta tiktok
He's such a sweet character while also being an absolute bitch when he wants to and I just love that for him!! 80% of my love for him stems from "he's just like me fr" and the other 20 is just "he's so effortlessly funny, damn mister there's-a-door-in-the-way"
Charlie | tumblr
He absolutely steals the show--Where else are you going to find someone with an aficionado for spiders, tea, and lying? The perfect man's right here.
Pikachic | tumblr youtube
The second I heard his voice in podcast I was like “oh no I’m going to love this guy aren’t I” and I was right! I initially just liked him because he was the nice one, but I found myself relating to him a lot and I loved seeing his character arc unfold.
Wormthist | tumblr insta
I really enjoy his growth as a character over the series!
Elias | tumblr
I relate to him, I feel loneliness in a very similar way and I'm way too nice and forgiving to people who may not deserve it. When Annabelle said "Because you always managed to get what you wanted through smiles and shrugs and stammerings that weren’t nearly as awkward as they seemed." I had to reconsider a few things about myself. Also I adore whenever he gets to be a bit bitchy, he's just an interesting character overall.
Sprig | twitter insta
I love Martin because of how passionately loyal he is. It takes a truly special person to prefer the world ending over losing someone they love. He deserves as much love as he gives out.
Dol | tumblr
I’m bad at putting feelings into words, but let’s give it a shot. Martin is a well written and complex character, and his arcs throughout the podcast really gets to me— but in a good way! A lot of the things that he say in relation to the Lonely and general loneliness hits quite a bit close to home, and not to mention his responses to situations and the occasional comedic/light-hearted moments that just,, make him Him! He’s portrayed realistically to me (or, well, as realistically a horror anthology podcast can be), and is just,,, a really good character trying to make the best out of the situation he is given. But I get sad thinking about him so thinking of him being happy is also ideally the short version to this aha
Squeeney | tumblr insta
I really connected to his storyline with the Lonely and his overall struggle to be the one that 'keeps it together'. He's incredibly multifaceted, like many characters in TMA, and I love the way his character is explored through how others choose to perceive him and his actions.
GUTPUNKS | twitter insta neocities
squishy
saintmalev | twitter
He represents that we can all just but that little guy who can do great things and fall in love. The epitome of 'the littlest people can make the biggest difference'.
Ochre | tumbr ko-fi
he tries his best <3
yakov-ukha | tumblr
Great guy, hater of rollercoasters, overall exquisite person.
Lee | tumblr
Martin has been such a relatable character to me and thats why I first started liking him. I slowly fell in love with how silly, cute and sweet his character can be.
Hawkfurze | tumblr
I love him for being both a sweet character and being so so flawed, its much more interesting than the blundering sweetheart they could have went with
Butzenscheibe | tumblr
he's a great representation for all us people pleasers, those guilty of self isolation and people with hearts big enough for everyone but themselves. he is someone you're not sad to recognize yourself in and it's a thing of great importance
Jox | tumblr twitter tiktok
Mmmartin,,, Martin is a huge comfort character for me and I heavily relate to him alot, i love his character development over the series and his interactions/ appearances too. I found that he was the first character i started liking when first listening to the magnus archives !
Mossii | tumblr tiktok youtube
mmmmmmartin. I think he's an incredibly well written character. The way he interacts with and is affected by trauma is very well done, not to mention how it then changes the way he experiences and approaches relationships. Overall he's a very three-dimensional character, something that probably isn't easy to create with an audio-only format. Also he's sassy.
K.M. | tumblr
I’m accidentally a Jon kinnie so did I really ever have a choice? Big /jk there. An honest answer would have to be how much he kept surprising me- kept me coming back for more!
Gammija | tumblr insta
There's a lot of answers to this, but most of all I love how multi-faceted he is. He's kind, a people pleaser, he wants everyone to be happy, and he's passive aggressive and needs his alone time. He wears his heart on his sleeve, and he lies about stuff all the time. He avoids acknowledging the awful truth as long as possible, and he has already considered the worst case scenario. And on top of all that he likes spiders. Character of all time.
Xenoglssie | tumblr
I like that he’s sympathetic and emotionally intelligent, but also kind of really mean. He’s a really well written character.
Leland | tumblr insta
Because he's Martin!
Wyatt | tumblr insta
"I can't hear you, Elias, there's a door in the way" or whatever the quote is ywy
Taro | tumblr insta
I have a crush on him <3 also because he's such a multifaceted character with so many layers to him. I love his bitchy side and his sweet side. He's very dear to me and I relate to him in some aspects.
Candlecoo | tumblr
Martin is just such a strong character emotionally, he is the teams rock taking the blunt of everyone's (mostly Jon's) outbursts yet still comforts them when he can. He's not perfect but he try's. and I think that's rather admirable. He's also really funny and relatable too, but that's just an added bonus.
FateSpoiled | twitter insta
It's Martin, have you seen him? No but, for real, he's such a sweet character who goes through so much across each season, and grows from each experience. His character development from that soft, bumbling idiot (as John portrays him) into the Antichrist's +1 is beautiful to watch, and, quite frankly, I love his voice!
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Martin is a character that slowly found his way into my heart! He has so much depth to him beyond first glance, and I really resonated with his story and feelings! I’m overwhelmed with gratitude at the opportunity to express my love for this character!
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sladedicktalia??????? i am LISTENING
there's like. 5 fics. im so starved. i think theyre so hot and funny together!! im obsessed. also this got long so im adding a readmore. whoops.
SlaDick: classic enemies to lovers. they may try to kill each other half the time but they respect each other more than anyone else. OBSESSED with each other, Slade knows he's weird about Dick and couldn't care less but Dick is so in denial about it. they could both give explicit consent but be so antagonistic about it that it becomes unclear if "yes i want to have sex with you" is actually code for "die right now" and i think that's beautiful.
SladeTalia: they fucked! in canon! there was some bullshit plotline where Talia tried to give Slade Damian and pretend he was his son instead! ex fuck buddies who show up just to make each other's lives harder bc they wanna fuck so bad it makes them have stupid brain. also they're both hot as hell. i'm weak for big strong milf/dilf idk idk.
DickTalia: LISTEN TO ME. TALIA WOULD TREAT HIM RIGHT. THEY BOTH KNOW HOW EMOTIONALLY DEVASTATING IT IS TO LOVE BRUCE. LISTEN TO M- ok aside from that. Talia is someone who tried so hard to be good, to choose to be kind. She loved Bruce because she saw how hard he tried to do good in the world. Her character has gotten considerably colder over time, in huge part due to a certain writer writing about her despite knowing nothing about her, but in universe i try and rationalize it as a growing cynicism stemming from both her father's gradually increasing cruelty and Bruce's failure to support her or commit to her or to even just respect her. She hasn't been shown to have very many people in her life who she can really trust and be close to. She used to have a good relationship with Ra's, she used to have Bruce, she's even lost Damian at this point. She feels like such a lonely character to me. And I think Dick would be able to see that, be able to understand it better than most. He's always had people who loved him, people he could turn to, but he's also ended up perpetually isolated for one reason or another. Dick and Talia both feel to me like characters who are so lonely the further they get in their lives. I could see a silent understanding there. The kind of people who would be able to find solace in simply sharing a space with each other. Neither of them like to talk about what they've been through, I think they'd like to have someone who just gets it. Trauma for trauma, you know?
SlaDickTalia: several angles available here.
1) Dick deserves some sexy older lovers who would wine and dine him and also rail him within an inch of his life and also kill for him. i am not immune to the aesthetics!! to the allure of a hot older duo double teaming their young spitfire partner!!!
2) corruption arc. u know u wanna.
3) Dick's fear of abandonment x the 2 most devoted people on the planet. if they were dating nothing bad would happen to Dick again, Slade and Talia just wouldn't allow that. smth smth, couldn't get rid of them if he tried <3
4) Bruce would hate it and that's always fun :3 not that that's hard tho, Babs is like the only one of Dick's partners that Bruce liked and that's bc he wants to keep it in the family.
5) healing.... sobs...... esp when it comes to feelings around parenthood. Those three have shit to work out and i think having some company would help.
6) They all need more people time but 2/3 of them don't get along with anybody so they're kinda stuck with Dick. that kid will forgive anybody if u bat ur eyelashes and behave well enough. He's also more likely to still see them as people despite everything they've been through, and when you're a military experiment and a semi immortal daughter of an immortal terrorist... It can be hard to find someone who looks at you like you still have a chance at humanity.
7) Slade and Talia playing a Cat Vs Dog type game with Dick in the middle. I think it's funny.
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did you know that negaduck from darkwing duck was based off reverse-flash? yeah, that doesnt even BEGIN to describe what's actually been going on between their character histories..
first, negaduck wasnt just inspired by or a reverse-flash parody. he's a literal copy-paste of silver age thawne with a very few changes of origin place from future to parallel universe and identity from some random future guy to main hero's evil twin, because originally eobard was fixated on being a Criminal and not particularly flash's nemesis. back in the day, thawne constantly mentions how much he loves his criminal life. half of his lines are negaduck-worthy purely because the rest is related to being a speedster scientist. my personal favorite as an example:
he passes the speed limit law in central city so that barry couldnt use superspeed without breaking it but thawne still could because he is 'a hardened criminal'. he invents rays that turn everything inflicted evil (something even negaduck has never done (ig solely because megavolt's already done it in the negaduck episode where he accidentally splits darkwing into good dw (posiduck) and bad dw(negaduck, with a black and gray color scheme), and while yellow negaduck is a different character this is basically how the idea of him was born and the writers just decided to keep him in a different form bc the gray one merged back into normal dw at the end which is super funny. imagine coming up with a duck villain and going 'oh this guy actually reminds me a lot of reverse-flash with all that opposite/negative thing. LET'S PAINT HIM IN THOSE COLORS AND GIVE HIM THE SAME PERSONALITY AND SIMILAR ORIGIN THIS TIME'), altho he DOES test the power gem on a cat in jail bird like thawne did with evil rays). he repeatedly tries to get poor former dr alchemy back to crime just because 'crime fun. why cant you see that. im doing it for your own good' and negaduck tried something like that with morgana in feb 14th episode my valentine ghoul (+that brief scene with gos from 2016 comics run where he believes she must be bad deep down inside out of comparsion to nega!gosalyn). negaduck also travels from a whole other world just to fuck around here for fun (there was this bronze age flash issue called flashback where thawne gets lost in the timestream because barry pushed the wrong buttons in his time capsule which is almost exact negaduck's fate in life, the negaverse and everything) and one of another few differences related is that negaduck is shown to be a dictator of his universe's St. Canard who is bored to live somewhere he already has all the power so he travels to another universe to cause problems on purpose.
second. dc's new52. eobard is rewritten again, now he and zoom are kind of one character. but guess what else is new in this version that never happend neither in zoom or professor zoom's lives? thawne is a fucking dictator in his own time. and people tried to fight his rule in flash's name just like friendly four needed darkwing as inspiration to finally fight back for their world.
he gets his own team, acolytes of zoom (i wish i could call them local fearsome 4 but there are 5 of them, making it more of a sinister 6 if you count thawne) which he trains for centuries to fight the flash and betrays later by trying to steal their powers just like negaduck stole f4's in jail bird to become mega-negaduck and if all that wasnt enough, without the mask he straight up looks like negaduck humanization. look at him. this mf is only missing a hat and a cape.
also these sudden black parts in his new speedster suit design? either it is some absolute fucking bonkers of a coincidence or someone on the flash writing team really went 'hey guys you know what would be real funny? lets base new thawne off negaduck. like he was originally based off thawne. i swear no one will notice' and everyone went with that. (i could also mention he has the same dumb motivation for being evil (having shitty childhood/being deep down sad about mistreatment and loneliness) as 2011 dwd comics run negaduck but imo that's too far of a stretch to actually be included)
third. yall know the deal of the first season of cw's the flash? yeah, what if i told you the whole thawne messes with the particle accelerator and causes barry to gain superspeed thing already fucking happend in darkwing duck, episode going nowhere fast?
(the way i lost my mind over this back in the day when i decided to watch dwd just because negaduck reminded me of thawne(i didnt even know he was a direct rip-off, i just went 'oh wait dt universe has this evil fuck that wears the same color scheme as reverse-flash? girl i AM checking the whole thing out just to see if he's anything like thawne'.) and first watched the episode... priceless, still haunts me to this very day. how the hell was that written in 1991. did cw writers just take the idea from dwd too. honestly i cant be sure about anything anymore).
and remember in the duck knight returns (2011 comics run arc) flashbacks there was a super funny thing with negaduck not knowing dw's secret identity and being so proud he cracked the case? remember cw!og!thawne looking for flash's time period and not knowing his identity in 2nd season cameo episode? what the hell was even up with that!!! like guys. guys one of you is the most devoted flash fan from the future and there is NO way none of that kind of information was left a CENTURY after (i mean come on dude couldntve you just asked gideon. she literally had that 2024 newspaper about vanishing and thats at the very least not mentioning she was created by barry) and another is straight up the same fucking person as the hero with the same fucking relatives and enemies. idk take a wild guess??? ((i really wonder if anybody on the wirting team of 2011 dwd run saw not just life, the negaverse and everything but any episode featuring negaduck at all. not only do they ignore the existence of nega!gos in the 'oh he mean bc alone :(' approach, they ignore the very definition of negaduck's character which is literally evil drake mallard. i mean sure hes dumb and may miss obvious clues because of being the same dw just evil but come on, such a comedic situation and never addressed by drake whos literally been in the negaverse and knows they are the same person or by anyone else he coluldve told that? oh well unless drake is also dumb af and thought there never was any drake mallard in the negaverse in the first place and that negaduck is some other guy. which is a real probability i suppose))
also. negaduck's death by being split on billions of evil particles in crisis on infinite darkwings and thawne, being 'exorcised' from nash's body in a form of a negative speed force stream with sparks in 6x15 of cw's the flash.
fourth! yall did watch ducktales 2017 reboot, right? specifically the duck knight returns episode? they introduce a whole new version of negaduck there! and guess what. jim starling, an old darkwing duck (in-universe 90s tv series) actor obsessed with his role, goes fucking nuts because there is a new darkwing duck actor in a new movie and he didnt even know. because he feels forgotten. because no one remembers neither him nor original series (objectievely not true bc obviously launchpad and drake but to jim they just dont count bc reasons. he seems to count only children but calls lp his fan when anthagonizes drake for taking even that from him in the end). because he was replaced and no one even bothered to tell him. he causes a fire on the set, almost kills drake but does have a change of heart at the end after launchpad's speech about what darkwing duck stands for and seemingly sacrifices himself to save drake and lp from the explosion. then they have the worst idea they could have in relation to jim's character ever: for drake to be a real life darkwing duck to honor jim's sacrifice. so naturally he hears that from the sewers or wherever he was hiding to see their reactions(look i am. 100% sure that this is what happened bc that makes so much more sense than jim getting brain damage or whatever from that explosion and waking up to choose violence again for no other reason). he gets hit with the being replacable and forgotten thing once again and renders back to negaduck tendencies, for all we know for good this time as his darkwing suit changes to the yellow-red one. yk who else went on a rampage because he felt forgotten and replaced? you guessed it! the return of barry allen, a 90s classic where thawne goes to 21st century for the first time, thinks he's barry (original-ish flash) because dissociation from trauma of seeing himself being killed by his hero and acts exactly like starling, having the same issues as motivation aka him/barry being forgotten and replaced by wally. he implies wally taking on the flash mantle is most disrespectful to barry. he rants about how he's the only flash and threatens to destroy not only the flash family but the whole central city for forgetting that. he and wally have a conflict of legacy similar to jim and drake's conflict in dt17. he is The starling blueprint only a lot more mentally ill. also we've heard something like the duck knight returns in running scared (this one is less reminiscent of jim but still features some things that werent in the return of barry allen). it's a rebirth arc that introduces another new origin of reverse-flash. now, he's been hyperfixated on barry allen his whole life (on a whole new level i mean) and there was the first meeting in 25th century where they Connected like thawne always believed they would. that day ended up in a fight and thawne's imprisonment because he set up casualties to get attention and praise for being the flash of 25th century but unlike all other versions this thawne has a change of heart after the fight, too. he promises to 'fix everything' including himself, he even goes to therapy afterwards. then he goes to the 21st century to tell barry how much he accomplished since they last met and then sees barry saying to wally one meaningful phrase he said to thawne that perfect day. like it wasnt something special only barry and eobard shared. like the day they met never happened. like he forgot thawne ever existed. like he was replaced as barry's speedster partner/friend/whatever he thought they were after that day by wally. and that shatters thawne so much he runs back to 25th and just decides to become the reverse-flash and make barry suffer until he gives him attention and recognition he deserved. frank angones, i am inside your walls. you CANT deny you based your versions of dw and nd off flash comics and thawne particularly. and more, you legit made reverse!eobarry au and put it in dt in duck forms. i have been losing my mind about it for 3 years now. i am exposing you and there is nothing you can do to escape that.
fifth(ish). yeah, and btw about friendly four from life, the negaverse and everything. did you think they actually escaped being mirrored in the flash? ha. i present to you reverse-rogues from the 25th century aka the renegades, carefully created by zoom and thawne himself, thinking it would somehow be funny.
cant believe hunter once saw it on tv put 2 and 2 together and went 'eobard my dude we need to go full negaverse with the 25th century. we need a friendly four to your negaduck. i swear it'll be Hilarious'. god the only thing they lack at this point is nega!gosalyn (i mean. hunter actually did try something like that with inertia, saving him from the museum and trying to teach him how to torture flashfam into improving them but thad was more of a nega!honker and reverted hunter to crippled powerless state just because. love that kid)
and that's all i have so far, if anyone here also into both yellow-red mfs with no life feel free to comment or even add more because there sure is or at least will be more and no one has the power to stop it.
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Hello! I just want ya to know that u are my favorite writer for tdi in all honesty. I love how thought out your work is and how detailed it is. I saw that you wrote for Cody If so, could you possibly write a thing about how they would act if the reader was Chris’s favorite intern, and would sneak free gifts to help them in challenges (not that big just little small things) like a sweater for when they are somewhere cold, or a cookie if chefs cooking was bad. Could they also be confident and funny? (Strong reader supremacy).
I know you have a lot on your plate, it’s ok to deny or take as long as you need. Feel free to use this idea for other charecters :)
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☣ Aw that's so sweet to hear, tysm!! I never thought anyone would enjoy my writing so much so that's really lovely to hear 🫶 I try my best to write well thought out stuff bc I honestly enjoy thinking about it lol
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Summary: Reader gives Cody their jacket at Yukon + general headcanons.
☢︎ | Total Drama | ~1k words | gender-neutral reader
♡ | Cody
⚠ | haven't rewatched the episode so I'm only writing the episode as I remembered it with the help of the wiki lol
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⚠︎ | setting: Total Drama: World Tour
Cody really likes being around you.
You emit energy that just gives him that daily boost.
Whether it's your confidence and lightheartedness or a good joke, he usually has a smile while hanging around you.
He also likes to join in on playing the comedian with you if he feels creative, so you're a fun duo!
He's curious why Chris likes you so much.
I mean, he can see why, you're like, the best person ever to be around, (in his opinion) but still.
And you're kind enough to share anything extra with him!
You got him by a surprise when it first happened, as at the time you were friendly, but only briefly spoke to each other.
Next on the trip list was "Yukon". You knew it was gonna be cold.
But being the TV host's favorite intern wasn't that bad, you knew you were probably gonna get decent clothing.
As you expected, the temperature was freezing. But of course, Chris couldn't be cold, so he got himself a cozy and stylish jacket.
You and Chef also got the blessing of getting something warm to wear, unlike the rest of the campers.
You felt some hope after Chris announced that he ordered the jackets for the others, but it quickly washed away when you heard his response to Heather that "they should arrive in six to eight weeks".
You sighed, but ultimately you were helpless to do anything.
You took a liking to Cody, he was fun to be around and you thought his "tough man" was both entertaining and kinda sweet. I mean, at least he tried, right?
You started talking in the short moments when you both had a break and a chance to interact with someone in between the challenges.
You never went out of your way to help anyone as it was technically cheating, but you felt like you had to do something when you saw Cody freezing after he fell into the cold water and Sierra had to rescue him.
You saw her throw him on the land from the floating ice block, thinking he's somewhat safe now, until you heard the abrupt sound of him hitting the nearby mountains which made you cringe from the secondhand pain.
Once the camera focused on the other contestants trying to make it through the challenge, you sneakily approached Cody, who was visibly shaking while laying on his back and processing what just happened.
"Oof- Dude, you alright?" You hovered above him with a concerned look on your face.
"Y-Y/N?" He managed to stutter out while the cold tried to shut up him up.
You offered him a hand so he could get up, to which he accepted with a shaking grip.
Without a word, you gave him the only thing you had on you, your jacket.
"T-That's for me?" He asked, a bit in disbelief for your kind act.
"Of course, I can't let you freeze to death." You quickly explained with a smile on your face.
"But what about you?" He questioned once more, seeing as you had nothing else to put on.
"Hey, I haven't fallen into the freezing water, did I?" You pointed out, although you appreciated him worrying about you as well.
"R-Right." He flashed a shaky smile and extended his hand as you passed him the clothing item.
"T-Thank you." He tried to keep his teeth from grinding, which stopped as soon as he put it on.
The cold was still biting your ass, but at least you felt good knowing he wasn't about to die anymore.
Cody started to feel a bit awkward seeing you start to shake, though.
"Hey- now that you're the one being cold, I feel kinda selfish here." He admitted, halfly-joking.
You took a second before responding.
"Well- There's always an option with huddling for warmth" You responded, also halfly-serious. You didn't mind close contact and free warmth, so you hoped Cody wouldn't either. "Unless you got cold feet."
You heard a slight chuckle come out of his lips after your words.
"Okay. But only to break the ice." He put on a grin which showed his goofy tooth gap. He was pleasantly surprised with the amount of casualness from you, but also a bit lost on how to act, so he resorted to lightning up the mood as well.
You reciprocated the giggle and stepped closer, feeling his body against yours.
He hesitated a little, but finally embraced you into his arms.
"Don't let Sierra see you though, you might make some enemies with her after that." He warned you only slightly serious about it.
Cody was far more casual and friendly with you after that one kind gesture.
And with time, he began to see you as legit one of the closest people he got to meet on the show.
But the thing that made him enamored in you was when you got to his heart through his stomach.
You knew that the teams had to endure Chef's horrible cooking each time they lost, and you were glad when you didn't have to worry about the food being a probable cause of your death when Chris gave you your share of the meals.
So, naturally you also wanted to grant that opportunity to your close acquaintance as well.
Per usual, you approached Cody after you had a moment to yourself.
"Hey Codemeister, what's up?" He turned his head towards you as he heard the familiar tone of your voice.
"Y/N, hey!" His face lighted up and he straightened his back to properly look at you while sitting on the crappy, wooden seat,
"Had your dinner already?" You asked casually, sitting next to him.
"If that's what you call it- yeah." He cringed at the economy class food. "Why?"
"Well, I just had this cookie that i conveniently kept for you, so..." You slightly teased as your hand slowly got the packaged, delicious goods out of your pocket.
"What, dude, no way!" He gasped slightly as he saw the cookie in it's glory. "It's mine?"
"Yeah." You nodded with a smile, already happy about his excited reaction.
"You're amazing!" He attacked you with a hug without thinking twice.
You felt Sierra staring daggers at you.
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Some Enhypen headcanons because I'm bored
warnings: crack, nonsensical stuff😭😭 dont take this seriously please, me being delulu, dts in heeseungs, its 4 am my mind isnt minding, not proofread
HEESEUNG
Man
I feel like since he has his own room and yk, is a certified gamer™
He rage quits a lot and throws shit around
" User Goku_outdoer_forever stop playing around and get ur shit together or ill kill u!!!!" he's 13 please calm down Mr. Lee
his poor members will be startled awake by his outbursts
talking abt gamer boy hee
his room REEKS of sweat, energy drinks and pent up rage
its okay boo i still love u xx
Jay
facebook mom
"niki why are u making that face, SMILE"
takes 10k food pics from 9229 different angles
its ok tho the house smells amazing bc of him
fashion influencaaaa
Nope its not sunghoon sorry guys
forces jungwon or jake to rate his outfits of the week (in exchange for food of course)
Gets pissed when they rate it a score lower than 9 ( how dare u insult my ability to put clothes together)
Jake
How do i say this in the nicest way
This man gives me massive Kevin Nguyen vibes
Especially with his black hair and glasses
the way je flirts with engenes is criminal
dude i thought we had something serious why are u cheating on me
the type to drive up to ur house in a red maserati and baseball cap
ykw the whole oitfit of jake in subway surfers 😭
its okay babe ill ignore ur red flags
SUNGHOON
he sleeps with his eyes WIDE open
so damn still too😭 is he dead or just having a peaceful slumber??? No one knows
he reminds me of a lululemon girl (no i will not explain myself)
no thoughts behind those eyes
MC Sunghoon will forever be in my heart
tried to google funny gen z jokes but ended up on the wrong side of reddit
Now he's stuck with bad dad jokes :/ he thinks theyre funny too (they are babe ill always find them funny"
Wonyo and him gossip about the whole industry
might even be worse than sunoo...
i can see him being a (fanfic) writer
runs a red velvet (irene) account
SUNOO
Im scared
Dude is probably friend's with like half of the kpop industry
probably has a burn book (kidding!)
owns a fan account and causes fanwars
"Enha flops!" Watch as chaos unfolds
since its confirmed that idols have finstas
he owns a tea account abt hybe especially abt enhypen
" sunghoon smells like shit and doesnt wipe after pissing - s.jy" we all know its u sunoo
JUNGWON
biggest blackmailer
probably has shit on everyone and their mother
"Whattttt no he's innocent and would never do that" oh he would.
remember how he danced / popped in his sleep during i-land? now its worse
LMAOOOO imagine him bolting up fromhis bed like hes being electrocuted
poor sunoo sees his life flashing by
Okay i know this might sound crazy and so not jungwon but hear me out
He owns a tiktok stan account for jungkook
and makes those "would ____ survive a jungkook killer smile???" Videos and proceeds to add John Cena and JYP
Sunoo and him are the unbeatable duo when it comes to defending their faves
but when it comes to their own group.... crickets!!!!
NIKI
Gym RAT
not the good kind either he looks like he smells
kidding
or am i
probably spends hours in the bathroom trying to work on his thirst trap face
"riki stop hogging the bathroom" " im shitting!"
learns gg dances in his free time
yall definitely saw his pre debut videos man was EATING IT UPPPPP
imagine him dancing to poppy with his overgrown fetus body
#1 isa fan and swith im sorry 🤷🏻♀️
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Hey! I’m so happy to see that a tkl writer is into TWST! There are barley any fics and hcs on here and I’m STARVING! If you’re taking requests can you please write some hcs for the dorm leaders? Thanks!
Housewarden Tk Headcanons (Twisted Wonderland)
HELLO!!!! my requests are closed so normally i would have to decline this ask.. but i guess it’s ur lucky day anon because i’m actually obsessed with twst and this is my first request from this fandom so… enjoy! i love all these losers so there’s gonna be a good amount of hcs in this post LOL i’ll count it when i’m finished!! HELP MEEE THERE ARE 63 HEADCANONS. um, you’re welcome i guess this took 4ever!
also it sometimes makes me laugh when i put really serious and cool photos for my headcanons and then it’s just silly little tickling but uh. yes.
Riddle Rosehearts
hello so goldfishie is at least like a 7 on the scale. his worst spots: uhhh his neck (IDK I THINK IT SUITS HIM) and his sides!!
who tickles him the most? let’s see. floyd and trey are tied. but occasionally, if duece and ace see trey tickling riddle, they’ll join in as well.
it’s kinda funny when he’s tickled bc he gets angry (even when he’s enjoying it) so he’ll be like “let go of me this instant” and be disappointed when they actually do. however, he has too much pride to admit he didn’t actually want them to stop.
though he doesn’t always like being tickled. like, floyd has a habit of just tickling people whenever he feels like it no matter the time and place, which sometimes puts riddle into incredibly awkward and embarrassing situations.
he bites his lip to conceal his laughter but it’s like a river cuz the second a giggle slips out and it will, it’s over. he’s dead, he’s dying.
u know those people who want to retaliate so so bad, but they don’t dare think of it because they KNOW that they would receive it back tenfold?? well maybe that’s a little specific so u might not know people like that BUT RIDDLE IS LIKE THAT
but bro just needs more confidence bc the times he has tickled someone, he becomes an absolutely menace. he somehow has some kind of instinct for the best spots.
he can’t really tease all that well unless he’s really in the mood cuz he gets flustered hshghshs
Leona Kingscholar
sometimes this dude is like too lazy for tickles????? so this doesn’t happen too too often (but it does)
I GIVE HIM A 6!!!! his worst spots: hips and ribs (more hips thooo)
ruggie likes to tickle him to get him to wake up basically bc this dude will not get up for ANYTHING and most people don’t tickle him besides ruggie because who would dare??? anyways, once ruggie gets to his hips, he’s gone.
IDKKK I FEEL LIKE HE WOULD GET SOOO EMBARRASSED by tickling like that’s one of the only times u will see his face bright red, though he tries to hide it like he will look anywhere but at u lol
kinda scary if he gets u back tho cuz bro has no shame. all he cares about if that u are thoroughly wrecked. (this fact does not work well in ruggie’s favor, but how else is he supposed to get leona to wake up?)
he is a bit on the tougher side when tickling but never enough to actually hurt you
and somehow he’s a deadly teaser and knows how to hit it where it hurts?? flusters???? IDK sometimes it feels like he can read ur mind and know exactly what will incite the best reactions out of u and uses that to his advantage while he’s tickling u to death
his favorite thing about tickling is honestly getting to see the reactions on his victims face LOLLLL
Azul Ashengrotto
hi azul ashengrotto is my fav ever and that’s irrevelevanf but u should know anyway also he’s an 8 tbh on the ticklishness scale. (if i had my way, it would be 11/10 but i just can’t lie to myself)
his worst spot: HIS TUMMY AND HIS SIDES??? generic, i know. he hates it, because it’s the go-to spot and so right off the bat EVERYONE who ever tickles him knows his worst spot
he lowkey hates this laugh (no he doesn’t, he’s just embarrassed) cuz he snorts and like??? this sly, cunning businessman.. don’t tell me he… snorts when tickled..? wait he’s ticklish? YES HE IS AND YES HE DOES and he is so embarrassed by it
i feel like he probably would write a contract to keep someone from revealing his secret. that would be funny.
floyd and jade know and they’re ALWAYS using it against him. it’s like their main method of annoying him cuz what better way to mess with their boss than tickling?? well, they also use it for cheer up tickles mostly when he’s feeling self-conscious.
bros the type to like.. cover his mouth to try and hide his laugh. he’s not fooling anyone, everyone can hear his concealed laughter. it’s really easy to get his hands to move anyway, because if u get his worst spots, or occasionally armpits, he will be too busy trying to pry ur hands away lol but his face gets pretty red
he’s a sweet ler tbh i feel like he gives gentle tickles and never pushes the lee too far yk? like since i imagine him being really good at reading people, he will be observing their reactions the whole time so he can tell when they’re nearing their limit
that said, he’s a pretty mean teaser. he builds it up so u think it’s not bad at first but somewhere along the lines, he manages to say the most embarrassing things with no shame. “i guess it’s fitting for someone so adorable to be so ticklish.”
he tickles floyd and jade sometimes. sometimes when he’s in a bad mood, he takes it out on them by tickling them. again, never going too far tho.
he’s also the type to like gently and quickly scribble someone on their back or neck.. or poke them in the side as he’s walking by or if he’s trying to get their attention? ofc he only does this with close friends (and jamil bc my azujami heart can’t help it)
ANOTHER AZUJAMI HC BUT TICKLE HUGS AS THEY CUDDLE
Kalim Al-Asim
bros def a 9… 9.5??? SOMEHWEEE ALONG THOSE LINES. anyways, he’s very ticklish.
worst spots: def his chin and his thighs.
ALSO IDK I FEEL LIKE EVERYONE CAN TELL BUT HE DEF LOVES TICKLING. he likes being tickled, he likes to tickle, just he’s like “it’s a fun way to bond with friends”
if only jamil could agree. kalim jumps him and ambushed him with tickles. but it’s fine, because jamil absolutely wrecks him when kalim isn’t behaving or is being lazy. (why are kalim and leona so similar aka don’t wanna do shit sorry that’s mean but am i wrong)
kalim has a really loud laugh but it’s very distinct compared to his regular laugh, which is also very loud. many times, his laugh can be heard throughout the dorm and the students just sigh cuz they know what’s going on.
also i feel like kalim would be the type where after being absolutely destroyed, he’d be breathless and struggling to catch his breath and still be super energetic and all like “wow you got me good!!!”
can i say kalim sneak attacks???? like esp with jamil, but all of his friends always fear the wrath of kalim because they could be doing literally ANYTHING but he just pounces and tickles them whenever they least expect it
while most times he is pretty caring when tickling someone, there are times he gets to wrapped up in it and goes a bit overboard and someone has to stop him. afterwards, he feels super guilty so he will shower u with aftercare, hugging you and apologizing nonstop, offering snacks, you name it.
his tickles tend to be on the rougher side but not enough up hurt. it used to, but after realizing that some people don’t like it like that, he eases up a bit. since i said before that he sees tickling as a bonding activity, he wants to make sure that everyone’s having fun.
Vil Schoenheit
sorry i love vil he is so so pretty UHH BUT I THINK IM GONNA GIVE HIM A 4. idk i just can’t see him as all that ticklish.
unless….. UNLESS U GET HIS RIBS. the shrieks he lets out if u get him there are actually insane
rook is actually the most devious and feared tickle monster in all of NRC (REAL, NOT LYING) and unfortunately, vil is one of the people who suffers the most from his tickly endeavors. and sometimes it’s a bad thing and sometimes it’s a good thing.
first of all, vil isn’t all that embarrassed about being ticklish. now, that doesn’t mean he wants the whole world to know. he’s alright with being tickled or tickling someone as long as it’s in a private space.
he still blushes like a hyena tho (i don’t think that’s an actual simile but for some reason it was the first thing that popped up in my mind so it’s staying) but he will still be like “if you’re going to do it, just get it over with…” meanwhile his heart is pounding
expectantly, i mean who would have ever guessed, vil has the most graceful, beautiful, angelic, harmonic laughter anyone who’s tickled him has had the honor of hearing. it’s like a reward, not to mention the fact that sometimes it can be difficult to find spots that make him laugh. after all, most generic spots like his sides, can only incite a huff maybe?
he is like scarily good at keeping still while being tickled (the other housewardens could never). umm so any “keep your arms up” games that go on, he’s probably going to win LOL
pretty good ler but doesn’t do it too often. really only rook and epel, sometimes he thinks it’s a bit childish (even if he enjoys it)
BUT BUT BUT when he was training epel with etiquette, he would like scribble on epels back to get him to stand straight or yk just things along those lines. and for rook, he just goes crazy. (somehow he still manages to look gorgeous while doing it)
surprisingly gentle tickler, honestly it’s crazy. sometimes it feels like he isn’t even touching u with how light it is, which honestly just makes it worse because he makes u anticipating (i have no idea how to word this) yet still giggling and laughing lol
Idia Shroud
oh shit, this man. he’s so. 10.
he’s so extremely ticklish. like everywhere. except for his feet and neck. yay, the two spots people barely go for when he’s being attacked. like yeah, for the neck maybe a little scratch or scribble here and there but when he’s being wrecked, that’s not where people tend to tickle him.. how lucky.
blushy boy. his hair is red his face is red his ears are red. he wouldn’t even be as flustered if he was.. A LITTLE LESS SENSITIVE??? but when he’s laughing like a hyena (is this where i got the simile for the other one) he can’t help but feel ashamed
he loves it tho like i can tell u idia shroud loves being tickled and while he would never say it, everyone and i mean everyone knows. well, everyone who’s tickled him. i mean, he never tells them to stop. of course, it can’t go on for too long or he will start feeling uncomfortable but just the right amount will have him eating it up EVERY TIME.
bro def squeals tbh while like curling up
who’s that btw? the people who tickle him? let’s see: ortho (ofc, little bro always loves seeing his brother happy) and azul on occasion (when he’s feeling like a sore loser after a game he lost).. well this doesn’t make everyone a lot of people now taht i think about it. BUT MY POINT STILL STANDS
how could someone live being so flustered by tickling. yk those ppl in the community who struggle to say the word tickle? that’s him. idia shroud reads tickle fics!!…. okay maybe not, but he definitely blushes at the word “tickle”
he gets embarrassed tickling people back. unlike vil who rarely does because it’s “undignified”, he doesn’t it too because he’s too embarrassed. he’s never tickled azul (he wants to tho i swear) and he can’t tickle ortho because when programming ortho, he didn’t really have tickling in mind so obviously, he didn’t add anything like that in (he should tho and give ortho have a taste of his own medicine)
i feel like he would be an awkward tickler who slowly turns sadistic the more confident he gets, esp with the teasing. “hehehe, you’re a lot more ticklish than i thought. this is nice.” with a somewhat terrifying grin on his face
Malleus Draconia
i think i’d like to give him a 2 but when lilia is tickling him, it’s a 5? idk he’s not super ticklish and doesn’t get tickled often. also lilia has some kinda power that makes his ticklishness switch.. not really. he doesn’t know how it works either.
LILIA STILL LOVES TICKLING HIM THO and occasionally silver will join in if he’s not sleeping lol and sebek wouldn’t dare (even tho he wants to so so badly)
i think malleus has these super breathy buffs and giggles that are honestly so. just… damn. just wow. idk while they’re not the giggles most people would expect, it’s the kind of laugh that makes u want to keep doing it.
he lets u tickle him (as long as ur not some rando like y’all gotta be friends obv) but he doesn’t mind when lilia decides to tickle him
teases aren’t all that flustering to him either i feel like he would be the type to agree tbh. like lilia says “ur quite the ticklish boy aren’t you” and malleus is like “haha you’re right”
sweet ler, thinks it’s fun. he thinks u think it’s fun too. idk he just wants to have fun and he likes hearing people laugh and seeing them smile, but stops if they’re not enjoying it. also he is a gentle tickler.
honestly i feel like he wants to be in a tickle fight so bad but doesn’t because people are scared of him and that’s silly. idk lilia provides him with a lot of tickles and lilia lets him tickle him too if he’s feeling it, so he’s not all too down about it. he’s occasionally tickled even silver and sebek too (much to their embarrassment)
he doesn’t really tease he just smiles and it’s really cute and it makes u want to let him keep tickling u cuz he looks so happy which is just contagious and yes.
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OMG MY TUMBLR KEEPS CRASHING WHILE IM TRYING TO TYPE THIS OUT RAAHHHH anyways, i saw this edit earlier of a re4r mod that like, adjusts the camera and so there’s this one clip where u can see leon just straight up manspreading and it was so hot HES SO HOT i just wna sit on his lap and cockwarm the shit outta him, you feel me?
and ofc this is gna turn into another thirst for stepbro leon bc why else wld i be here 🤭 i just imagine like, leon trying to study for college exams or smth and reader is laying on his bed, scrolling on her phone, bored out of her mind before suddenly feeling that familiar neediness springing up when she looks over at leon, sat at his desk, studying his books and notes, man spreading a lil in his chair and looking so studious, and asks, “leon..can you take a break? i need you” she says while pouting but only gets a, “no, sweetheart, i’m sorry, but finals are coming up” (this just reminded me that i have finals coming up too NOOOO💔💔💔) and ofc she’s whining and making somewhat of a fuss abt it but is just getting ignored by him which slightly annoys her before she tosses her phone aside and gets him, crawling under his arms and sitting in his lap. at this point, leon just lets her do it since she isn’t really doing much. right? WRONG. she starts to quietly whine in his ear, talking abt how much she needs him and it gets to the point that it’s annoying him that he eventually grabs her by her throat with a mean glare and a slight squeeze
“you wanna be a needy slut, huh? want my cock so bad?”
and she just nods eagerly, thinking she finally got her way as he pulls his pants down, pulls her shorts and panties down to just hang off her ankle before sliding his cock into her already soaking wet hole before cooing at her with mock sympathy, “there, happy?” but she’s just too cockdrunk to pick up on it as she nods and tries to move against him, but before she can even move so much as an inch, he’s holding her hips harshly and bruises are probably going to show up later
“you have my cock, now be a good girl and sit still, or you won’t get anything”
and she’s on the verge of crying out about how unfair he’s being before she sees the look in his eyes, as if daring her to disobey him before she meekly nods and tries her best to not move around as leon goes back to studying, thrusting up occasionally just to get a little reaction out of her before going completely still again
😵💫😵💫 brainrot, SORRY IF ITS NOT GOOD I AM NOT A WRITER😓😓 i was also having thoughts abt exec!leon fucking virgin!reader bc i can not get that one part of the fic outta my head..but that’s gna hv to wait for another time bc i hv a 5 page rough draft to write for my writing class tomorrow😀😀👍
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🪷 anon, never apologize for writing because you’re brain has beautiful thoughts 😵💫 😵💫 (and like a link to that mod vid—for scientific purposes of course 😌 😜 )
And you wanna know what’s insane?? I’m literally in the middle of writing a cockwarming fic for stepdad Leon 😱 so surprise I guess *jazz hands* 😜
But oof Stepbro Leon making her sit there while he studies for finals 🥴 🥴 I’m gonna have to take this and add it to my list (which is predominantly Stepbro Leon; he got everyone in a chokehold 🤤)
Haha no worries!! Thank you for sharing cause that’s so hot like it’s not even funny 🥵 🥵 and exec Leon is way more popular than I thought he’d be (very pleasantly surprised! 💜) and good luck with your rough draft!!! 💕
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Bullet To The Heart~ J.Q
@its-quinns-bread asked:
Hey princess✨
First of all, i really love your work. You're my favorite writer tbh, your angsts are craazy😩
Got a request, if u still writing stories.
I know it's a bit weird and out of the usual actor vibe but i really want to read something like that. It's okay if u don't want to write it
Joseph Quinn, as the smartest shooter in the world, working for the most famous Gang in London. All he get is just the name of the victims(bad guys) and he find informations himself in a second, using only a bullet (right on the head) to kill em. The reader is the next victim as she's blamed for something she didn't do. That's till he sees her. Feeling like "love at first sight" Joseph refuses to kill the reader, trying to find a way to hide her so his boss won't search for her. They get closer.
You can add Jamie as his best friend and helper. When he finds out the reader is his boss' biggest enemy's sister(Dacre Montgomerys) everything make sense. His boss just want to hurt Dacre by killing his sister bc of past misunderstandings.
Having a characters death (maybe Jamie's?) Would make it sad also.
You can make the story as how u want and end it also as how u want. Just gave an idea for a fic~
Mention of Death, Angst
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Author's Note : Thank you so much lovely. Not me crying over here as I start this. I really like this ideas and I am going to roll with it.
" Asshole" he pulled his arms to swing his knife at him.
As the blade came towards him, he stepped closer to his body, so when he turned his right shoulder brushed against his chest. Using his opened hands, he strucked him upper and lower arm. The combination of his strike and the swing made the knife his hand, clutter to the ground.
Grabbing his arm, twisting until the heel of his hand pointed towards the ceiling. Then he put his right shoulder under his elbow and yank his hand down. With a crack, his arm broke causing him to hiss in pain.
" You're fucking dead!" he creamed.
Spinning around to face him, he chuckled bringing his fist back and colliding twice with his face, mainly his nose. Blood began to gush. While he tried to grip his nose and look at the blood, he kicked him in the knee caps. Mason tumbled to the ground.
Joe chuckled as he stared down at Mason, helpless.
" Funny, I'm not." Joe kicked him in the ribs. He knelt down to feel a pulse on Mason's wrist. He was meant by a strong pulse.
Mason winced, clutching his arm, " You little-"
Joe sighed to himself, colliding his fist against Mason's face, standing up taking a handkerchief from the pocket of his pants as he wiped his hands of any blood. Joe would usually bring a gun to handle guys like Mason Dye but he knew better, he didn't want to start a war with his enemy.
That could wait. Everyone knew who he was by one glance in his direction. He was dangerous and he's the smartest shooters in London. His assignments are simply to kill the victims that are assigned to him, no messes left behind, and no remorse to any of those that even beg him.
He makes his way out of the building leaving that mess for the Montgomery gang to find. It was a message to the leader of the Montgomery gang, that he was watching them and he was ready if Dacre, would strike.
He left Mason Dye alive, broken but alive.
Heads turn when he walks through the familiar bar of London, one he knows his best friend runs and spots him in a blink of an eye. Jamie is serving customers behind the bar like usually but he's also known best for selling guns and the bullets you need. Jamie was chatting with a nice couple with Joe walked up to him with one elbow on the bar.
" Well, Well, Well look who the wind brought, the smartest shooter in London and the best" Joe rolled his eyes, with a small smile on his face. He knew Jamie was only boosting his ego and playing with him like that. " If it isn't my best friend, what can I do for you?"
Joe took out the gun from behind his back placing it on top of the bar. Jamie's hands falls on top of it sliding it below and out of vision as he eyes it.
" Not too bad, where did you get it?" Joe snorted remembering how he left Mason lying with his nose broken in the building. " Don't tell me you took it off one of those nobody's off the street that look at you with one glance and they are a goner."
Joe smirked, " Mason Dye."
Jamie's eyes got wide as he leaned closer to Joe's ear, " Are you kidding me?" Joe shook his head with a serious look on his face. " He was sent to hunt, hunt for me... I know it.."
Jamie sighed pulling back as he turns around putting the gun in of the cabinets.
" You have to be more careful around like that, who knows what or who Montgomery will send out next?" Joe's hand balled into a fist.
" He can send as many as he likes, you know they will be dead the moment they stepped foot in my sight" Jamie smirked knowing fully what Joe was capable. Joe could end someone's life with just one bullet to the head.
Joe didn't care for his victims, nor he cared for their names or their families. He did the job as he was told and went on his day. The only people he cared about was Jamie, Keery and Maya that were part of his gang. Anyone else was not in his books.
A hand places on top of Joe's shoulder catching him off guard. Joe senses picked up as he grabbed the arm twisting it around and slamming the person's head on top of the bar with his other hand on it. The person winced harshly, " It's me, Joe."
Joe's eyes turned from blaze of fury to softer shade of brown as he released Keery from his old. Keery stood up, rubbing his head while Joe adjust his jacket tapping it with his open hand as he apologized. Maya couldn't help but snickered at what just happened.
" Yeah, Yeah, laughs it up" Keery waved her off as he turned to Joe, " Geez you could of pulled all my hair off, thanks" Joe shrugged as he took the drink that Jamie had slide over to him.
" You'll live" Joe turns his head to Maya.
" You have something for me?" She nodded, taking out an envelope from her back pocket and handing it over to him. He grabs the yellow envelope that holds a picture of his next victim.
" Did you hear that Joe happened to bump into our dear old pal Mason?" Jamie folded his arms and places on top of the bar as he leans in a hush tone, looking around that no one would hear him. This side of the town wasn't Montgomery's territory. They weren't allowed on this side of town.
Keery and Maya both looked at Joe with worry, " you want us to scout around and see if we find anyone else that doesn't belong here?" Joe shook his head taking a cigarette from his pocket with a lighter. He places the envelop in between his armpit raising one hand to cover the flame as he lights the cigarette.
" There's no need, I've handled it" Keery nods.
" How about a drink before dear Joseph runs to do his job?"
" Sounds good" Maya says. " Do you need us to come?" She asks.
" I've got it, Maya. You stay here and enjoy yourself with Keery" he pats Keery on the shoulder with the edge of the cigarette hanging from his lips.
" But what-" Joe put his hand up as he shakes his head.
" If I needed your help, I would of asked " Jamie pursed his lips taking one of the guns that Joe likes, with two boxes of bullets just to be safe as he slide them over.
" A gift" Jamie smirks. Joe looks around to see if anyone was watching him and takes the items off the bar putting them into his pocket shielding them with his jacket. He feels the crips of the envelope in between his fingers as he eyes it.
He felt this one was special.
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Joe eyes the picture in his hands as he stands across the street, leaning against the brick wall and looks up in time to see you walking across the street with a bag in your hands. You had gone shopping in the opposite side of town, it was forbidden for you to walk those streets but you weren't going to be cooped up in that home.
" It's not a good idea for you to walk those streets" Liv reminded you as she places a hand on top of your arm. Her face shown with worry while you huffed the piece of hair in front of your face.
" Don't tell me you want me to be copped up in here like some chicken or something" she chuckled for a bit but shook her head.
" You deserve to do what you want, but you know those street aren't safe. What would he say?" you rolled your eyes at the mention of your brother. Dacre. Dacre Montgomery. He was the second biggest gang leaders in London, killing anyone that do his family harm and betrayed him.
Both Joseph and Dacre had higher ups to speak for and the higher ups disposed each other to the bone. There was once where the Montgomery gang and the Quinn gang were at peace, it was one misunderstanding between one another that led to the downfall.
" He would say nothing, I'm a grown woman that can handle herself" the door opened and your brother stepped in with following by Chester, one of his right hand man.
" My love" Liv stands up from her seat as she makes her way over to him. The two share a small kiss as he turns to you, with Liv's arm wrapped around his elbow. You scoff at the sight of your brother fully aware what he was going to say. You looked away not bothering to hear his nonsense this time.
" You can't be mad at me for a long time" he says stepping closer releasing from Liv's hold as he rounds to the seat in front of you and sits down. He takes a hold of your hand in his and places his other hand on top of yours. His rings shine in the light as well as his necklaces hanging around his neck in between the open shirt he has on.
" It's not safe for you to go out today" he says. " I know how much you enjoy the weather and hear the laughter of children running around in the streets. I know you want to go out like you used to, but things have changed and you must stay here. For your safety" you slipped your hand from under his as you stood up.
" I'm capable of handling myself, I'm a Montgomery for crying out loud" you shouted waving your hands around. " It's not fair that Liv gets to go out and I have to sit here and wait for your orders" Dacre sighed as he stood up.
" You will stay here and that's an order. I'm only doing this to protect you" the door swung open again and bruised and broken arm Mason stumbles in with his front teeth missing, his nose looks broken and bloodied. He looks like he's in a lot of pain as he stumbles into Chester.
Chester takes a hold of him as he looks worried at his friend. Dacre's jaw clenched at the sight of his friend, " Who did this?" he asked. Mason winced grabbing his side. You hurried towards Mason other's side as you helped Chester bring him to the couch. Mason settles down with a wince and a hiss as he slouches on the couch.
Dacre looks up at Chester, nodding his head to get Myles and Clayton as an order to go out looking for whoever did this to Mason.
" I will end anyone that did this to you" Dacre swore and points to you, " Stay inside, listen for once" he hisses storming out leaving a groaning Mason the couch while Liv stands off to the side.
" He's going to be really angry, but I can deal with him. You should go. You've been in this room for three days" you nodded and mouthed a thank you. Mason was about to protest but Liv smacked the back of his head in silence.
You ran out the door getting the things you needed and headed out the door. Sunshine was calling your name.
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Joe continues to watch you walk down the streets and one of his hands is on the gun on the side of his pants, beneath his coat as he follows you down the street. You were his next victim and he was going to finish the job no matter the circumstances. You stopped for a moment and looked at your surroundings as if feeling something was off. Joe had stopped and hide behind one of the cars parked on the side walk. Just in case you turned around and spotted him.
You continued to walk hearing children run past you with a plane in their hands. As your boots hits the pavement, another pair of shoes hit the pavement and you have been hearing it for quite some time. You turn the corner into an alleyway when you turned around to face who had the audacity to follow you.
You thought your brother sent one of his goons to follow you but you face to face with another face. A face that the part of town you were in knew very well. His curls were messier than ever, his brown eyes stared down hard at you and he didn't have nor a smile or a frown on his face.
His hand itched for a gun but he stopped in his tracks as his eyes grew wide at the sight of you. You were beautiful. He watched your face turned from shock to surprise as you stood in front of him. His mouth was a jar.
" What?" you asked, suddenly breaking him out of his thoughts. " I'm sorry, what?" He scrunched up his eyebrows as he took sight of you. The way your hair was flowing in the wind, the way your eyes held surprise in them and amusement, the way you had that small smile on your face and the way you were waiting for him.
" Well..." you titled your head to the side. He swallows the lump in his throat at the sudden stop. He never stopped to kill his victims. But this, you.. this was different. His heart raced at the thought of having you in his arms and feeling what you were like against him.
" Your not afraid?" he asked. You snorted, shaking your head. You weren't going to tell him who you were, it's less information he needed to know.
" I don't have anything to be afraid of, certainly not of a man that has a gun ready to point at me" Joe pulled his hands away from his gun as he stood up straighter.
" Do you know who I am?" he asked, it came to him sudden surprise that you were not afraid of him. He knew it meant two things either you were ready to die as you came to face to face with your chances or that you came from a family, a family that was familiar with these type of situations.
" I do, the famous most smartest ruthless shooters on this side of town" He nods.
" What's my name, darling?" he licks his lips. His heart begged you to call his name out. He wanted to know how it sounded out of you.
" Joseph Quinn" he had to hold himself back on how good his name falls from your mouth. If he could show you how he felt, his eyes were rolling to the back of his head and his heart melted on the spot.
But, he can't. He can't care. Not for you.
" You did have a job to do, no?" you asked. " To kill me?" his lips grow in a thin line as he nods taking out the photo of your from the back pocket of his pants and unfolding it. It was a picture of you, outside on the balcony having tea.
" Huh? What is stopping you?" you took the chance and stepping closer to him. You can smell the hint of cigarettes, gun powder and mint off of him.
Suddenly you heard the familiar voices and grab the lapel of his jacket pulling him to the side of the building as a car drives past. Joe's breath hitches seeing how close you were to him. His eyes grow wide as your lips were inches away from him. Your head was peeking out to see if anyone had spotted you two and when you saw that no one did, your head turned just in time your own breath to hitch.
Joe couldn't help it. He had to keep you safe and have you to himself. When you turned to grab your bag from the floor, a hand wraps around your mouth while he pulls you back, whispering into your ear to be quiet. The next thing you knew, things grew black as you went limp in Joe's arms. He lowers you onto the ground into his lap looking over your features.
God, you were beautiful.
He had called two people he trusted besides Jamie to help.
" Are you out of your mind?" Keery asks waving his hands over at your laying body on the ground. " We can't bring her back to the house"
" Why not?" Maya gasped as he flicked him in the forehead. He scrunched up his nose rubbing on the spot. " You were suppose to kill her, our boss will kill us first then you."
Joe shook his head, " He won't and I will not let that happen"
" It's your funeral' Keery says as he helps him carry you to the car while Maya was on the look out.
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Dacre rubbed a hand down his face as he angrily stared at his men, his jaw twitched as there was fire in his eyes. How could you be missing?
" I specifically told her not to go, and now she's gone..." he eyes Liv who scurries away behind Chester. " Liv, did you tell my sister that she was allowed to go? At a time like this? Have you seen the state of Mason?" she nods and mumbles she's sorry.
He pinches the bridge of his nose and lowers his hand.
" You find her and you bring her here, do you understand me?' Chester nods as he begs the rest of follow him. Mason stood up as he was about to follow Chester out the door when Dacre puts his hand on his chest to stop him.
" Not you, Mason. You're still healing" Mason huffed.
" I want to help" he says. " I need my gun and bullets, I'll be okay. This" he motions to himself, " It's only a scratch"
Dacre chuckled, " you can barley walk. Take another day off and that's an order" Mason huffed as he looked towards Liv who looked away. She knew better than to go against her boyfriend right now.
He walked away with one more glance at Dacre to see if he would change his mind. He didn't.
" Babe" Liv called out to her boyfriend who had his hands in his pockets of his pants as he stared at the flowers on the table. " I'm sorry, I've only wanted the best for her."
" And look where that's got her" he says, looking at her. It was a cold and distant look. He didn't meant to be cold towards his girlfriend but right now you were more concern on his mind. His baby sister.
He made a promise to always look out for you.
" How can I make you feel better?" she asks, making her way to him running her hands up his arms, squeezing at his shoulders massaging them in hopes he would relax more. He was stiff as a stick on the ground.
He shrugged off her touch and walked out the room leaving Liv in brim of her tears as she walked to the window, looking out in hopes you were okay.
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Your fingers dragged over the books on the bookshelf brushing over the titles with golden lettering. Joe was pouring a drink in two glasses, peeking on the side spying the poison he had just in case he needed. He glanced at you and a sudden feeling of calmness passes over him at the sight of your back.
You can feel his stare on your back as you walked through his apartment stopping on a picture.
" Who's this?" you asked, turning to point a finger at the photo and look at Joe for answers. He picked up both glasses with his hands making his way towards you, handing one to you.
" Thank you" you took one from his hand while looking back at the picture. It was Joe one arm wrapped around the person's shoulders. The other had his arm wrapped around Joe, he had blonde dirty hair, short, had pretty eyes, smile on his face as he looked at the camera.
" That's Jamie" Joe felt like he could only tell you Jamie's name. He didn't know you all to well for all he knew you could be playing him and this was all a game to you. But again, he felt that calm passing through him when you look at him.
" What does he do?"
" He's a bartender" Joe says, " the best in town" he adds. You nod, tapping one finger against the glass.
" Have you known him long?" Joe nods.
" We're very good friends and one of the few that I trust" he says, downing his glass. Your eyes move next to the next photo he has on the wall. It was Joe with two others, one was a guy and the other was a girl. She was really pretty.
" Who are they?" He scrunched up his nose, chuckling.
" You're very nosey" he says.
" Oh sorry, just trying to figure you out" he hummed as he took his glass back to his kitchen and poured himself another drink. You watched his hands hold the bottle with one hand while the other held onto the glass. You wondered how his fingers would feel on your skin.
" Those two are my friends too, Joe Keery. But we call him Keery, because then whoever calls us will get us confused and the other is Maya. They handle things when I need some help" he turns to look at you while you continue to pace his apartment stopping to sit on his couch.
" Do you have anymore?" He arches his eyebrows in questions, " you know. People you trust" you motion with your hand. He leans his back against the kitchen counters with the glass in his hands.
" Not many" he decided to answer, as a safe answer for now.
" Do you?" he asks turning the tables on you. You couldn't help but let out a small laugh. " You can say that" you weren't telling him half the truth, Liv and some of the other girls around the other side of town were some of your friends. There was also your brother's men who were you friends too.
" So what's your name mysterious pretty girl?" he set his glass down near the kitchen sink as he cautiously approaches you. There is a part of him that wants to know you but yet it's holding back because he doesn't trust anyone really. He's a man that can kill anyone with one bullet in the head.
You eyed him, " You're going to hate me once I tell you who I am and who my brother is.." he tilts his head in confusion not really understanding where you were going yet.
" I'm sure we can get pass it" he says standing a few feet away from you. You sighed and wrapped your arms around yourself, ready to walk out the door if needed as you stood up.
" Look, I don't think you want to know" you move your way towards the door when a hand reached out to grip your wrist turning you around as you come face to face with Joe.
Your breath hitches once you realize how close he is to you.
" What's your name?" the grip on your wrist was a little tighter as his eyes darken to almost the shade of the color black. If you were hiding your name from him and trying to avoid this, he was going to find one way or another. It was part of his job.
" My name is not important" he sighs, jaw locked tight as he brought you closer to him. His other hand gripped your chin making you look at him.
" You don't want to play any games with my, you understand me? Do you know who I am?" at these words you rolled your eyes and pushed away from him. He released you with a little push as you stumbled back getting your footing.
" I know who you are" you mumbled, rubbing your wrist from his grip that he had on you. " My name is Y/N Montgomery" at the sound of your last name slipping through his ears, he took his gun out from the back and pointed at you.
Your eyes grew wide at the sight of it raising your hands up.
" I'm not here to kill you, my brother doesn't know you found me" Joe blinks once as he eyes you, then another as he eyes your outfit and eyes the purse on your shoulder.
" Show me your purse" he says motioning it with his gun. " What do you have inside?" he asks.
You took the purse off your shoulder and opening to reveal what you had inside. Lipstick, your wallet, a pocket knife and small bottle of your perfume with chapstick.
" The knife, give it to me" he held one of his hands out for you to place it on his hand. You didn't hesitate to give it to him, there was a feeling you felt that you could trust him. He was surprised from the way you just handed it over to him without a word.
" Montgomery, huh?" he asked, turning the knife in his hands. He can see your initials on it shining in the light.
" Yeah, Montgomery. A name I'm not very fond of" you mumbled looking at your painted nails.
" Being a sister to the second best shooter man in London isn't enough? You're a Montgomery, you have everything handed to you" you couldn't help but laugh.
" Handed to me? I have worked for every single thing in my life. You think it's so easy being a sister of Dacre Montgomery? You have no idea what it's like, always being said oh watch this Y/N, you can't handle this Y/N, you can't be trust with a gun Y/N, you should stand behind me Y/N, you should go with one of my men, you should go there, you should do this and that" you spatted with anger, " I am tired of him."
Your eyes brim with tears turning away from him.
" He's never given me my moment. He's controlling and he's never letting me do what I want. I always have to have someone with me"
" Then how did you need up alone on the other side of town? hm?" he asks.
" His girlfriend, she's such a doll. She told me to make a run for it, to capture some sunlight. I needed to get out of that house. I felt like a caged animal.." you can feel his presence get closer.
Joe still had his gun out in case you tried anything. He could hear the pain in your voice as you spoke on how your brother treated you. It was unfair and he wanted nothing but to protect you.
" You won't be anymore.." he says. You turned around with your eyebrows knitted tougher looking at him in confusion. " What are you talking about?" you wiped your nose with the back of your hand.
" Stay here, you'll be safe here" you eyed the gun in his hand and looked back up at him. " Safe? When you have that on me?" you motioned with your hands towards the gun.
He lifted up showing you that the safety was on and that he wasn't going to really use it on you unless he had a reason.
" Why do you sense to trust me?" you asked.
" Because you're different, even as a Montgomery. You seem different, I like different. You're too beautiful to be locked in a house, your bother will get what's coming to him"
" What are you going to do?"
He sent you a small smile with a shook of his head, " Don't worry about that."
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The door the bar opened, the noise has stopped as all eyes fell on who stood there. Chester stood there with the other men behind him as he looked around with a gun in his hands. Jamie stood behind the bar, with one hand on the gun he had hidden underneath the bar.
" Now can anyone tell me if they seen a pretty girl that came in that didn't look like she belonged here?" Chester asked stepping down a few steps as he looked around.
" Pretty busy in here, what is everyone drinking tonight?" he walked up to a couple and took a glass, downing it in on go and threw the glass somewhere where it crashed. Jamie growled at the action, gripping the gun tight.
" Have you seen the girl? Maybe she came through here?" Chester asks describing you to the woman he wrapped an arm around and pointed the gun to her chest. " I need a yes or no" the woman only whimpered reaching for her husband in fear. Chester tsk as he pointed the gun at her husband.
" I asked you a question" he says, " I will start shooting if I don't get answers!" he yelled in anger. Jamie had enough of this as he spoke up.
" You aren't welcomed here" he says bringing the attention of Chester who turned his head at the sound of Jamie's voice. " Ah, you must be the bartender that everyone talks so highly of.. John right? Or what is Josh?" Chester asked scratching the side of his head with the gun in thought.
Jamie suppressed a fake smile, " It's Jamie."
" Potato, tomato" Chester waved the gun around as he came towards the bar. " Boys" he called to the rest as they scurried up to him. He pursed his lips looking around.
" Search every inch, I don't care what needs to be done. Find her" Jamie jaw clenched as he gripped the gun underneath a bit tighter. From the corner of his eyes he can see that Maya and Keery are in the back looking out. He shake his head no to them. He doesn't need any blood in the bar.
While they searched for you, Keery and Maya rushed to find Joe.
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" Are you going to keep the gun on the table all the time that I'm here?" you asked noticing it was still there. Joe walked out of the bedroom, most likely his as he looked at the gun on the table.
" Does it bother you?" he asks. You nodded.
" Good, don't need you to try anything on me"
" I told you that I am not like my brother" he hummed as he put on his jacket. " You might be like your brother but your a Montgomery. You never trust a Montgomery."
" But you haven't killed me yet, what's stopping you?"
" You're too pretty to be a corpse" Joe says, but you rolled your eyes at his lack of flirting. " Gee, thank you."
" There is something about you that's different, I like it" he says with a shrug. Suddenly there is a knock on the door causing your sense to be alert.
" Expecting anyone?" he shook his head as he took the gun off the table and slowly made his way to the door. Banging against the door was hard and shouting of voices.
" It's us, Joe! Red Alert!" Joe put the gun down as he opened the door as two people rushed inside, almost falling on top of each other. You noticed them from the photos hanging on the walls.
" What is it?" Joe asked. The other two have yet to notice that you were in the room with them. The both of them started to talk on top of one another shouting what was going on.
" Hey!" Joe shouted. " I don't understand what you both said, speak slower and one at a time" Kerry began to tell Joe about how Chester with his men walked into the bar demanding where a girl was and no one had any idea of who she was.
That's when Maya noticed your presence in the room, " Joe tell me you didn't" she says making her way over to you and circles around you. " She's the girl they are looking for.." Keery turned his attention towards you that was standing playing with your fingers.
" Joe! Chester has his gun down there pointing at everyone including Jamie.."
" Jamie can take care of himself, he's a big boy" Joe says, there was price of fear inside of him. " We need to tell them she's here"
" I am not going back" you said, " over my dead body they will take me back to my brother."
" Who's your brother?" Keery asked. Joe put a hand to stop you from talking when you uttered out who your brother was. Maya and Keery's eyes got wide at his name.
" Joe!" they both yelled.
" Let me handle this" Joe says as he walks into his kitchen, getting another gun out as he steps out. " You're going to stay here" he says, putting the gun in your hand that previously laid on the table.
You were about to protest when he sent you a glare. If he thought you were staying here and being in the room like you were when you were living with your brother, then he had another thing coming.
"Stay. Here." Joe said those words one more time as he headed out with Maya and Keery hot on his trails.
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Chester and the rest of the boys were flipping tables, throwing glasses and moving people around.
" No one moves or leaves until we find the girl" Chester says.
" You can't keep us here!" a man shouted as he rose to stand up, but Chester knocked him back down with a clog of his gun. " Sit down, grandpa."
The group that was with him, held him back as he fell into one of their laps. " These are my customers, you can't keep doing this" Jamie spatted as he sent a glare towards Chester.
" And who's going to stop us? Hm? You?" he snickered. " There is one of you and 5 of us"
" You forgot to count us" Maya's voice spoke out as she stepped out with Keery and Joe by her side. Chester clasped a hand over his mouth dramatically as he gasped, " Oh look it's the three musketeers. What am I going to do?" he wined.
Joe growled, " Leave them out of it."
Chester pointed his gun towards Joe, " Well look here-" he didn't get to finish his sentence as Joe shot him in the shoulder, bullet went straight through. Chester screamed as he gripped his shoulder and cursed to himself. All the noise stopped and the focus was on him.
" Why you little-" Chester didn't finish his sentence because Joe shot his other shoulder. Chest screamed again as he gripped both his shoulders on the ground in pain.
" You're going to regret this!" he shouted through the pain. " Help me up! We gotta tell Dacre" he says as the boys help him off of his feet and carry him out of the bar.
" This isn't over" Jamie shouted.
" Not by a long shot" Joe says lowering his gun.
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You were startled when the door opened and slammed shut as Joe stormed into the apartment.
" Did anyone get hurt?" was the first thing you asked. Joe stopped in his tracks as he turns to face you. " I told you I would handle it, no. No one did. But they were so close, you have to tell your brother to stop snooping for you otherwise someone will die and it won't be pretty."
" I am not going to call my brother, I have nothing to say to him" you shook your head with your arms across your chest with a huff.
" Call him" he says through his gritted teeth. " This side of town is my home, and I am not going to let anyone get hurt because of someone-"
" Someone like what? Huh? A Montgomery?"
" Someone like a pretty thing like you" he finishes catching you off guard. Your cheeks turned pink as you looked away from him.
" Don't hide from me" he brings your face back that he could see you, " You'e even prettier like this" He pokes one of your cheeks, the blush that you had darken. " Look at you, so pretty"
" You're pretty too, you know" you mumble out, loud enough for him to hear. He pauses at what you had told him and his own cheeks hint with redness.
" Thanks" he says pulling his hand away. He was about to walk away to his bedroom when your hand shoot up and stops him. He glances down at you in silence. " Stay with me for a bit" Joe was about to protest when something in your eyes caught him off guard as he sat down on the couch with you.
He ended up staying the whole night, falling asleep in your lap. In the middle of night he woke up and carried you to his bed where he thought you were more comfier. He took off your shoes for you and set them by the bed while he changed into something more comfortable as he settled in bed right next to you on his side.
When morning came, you rolled on your side to meet with the face of sleeping Joe. He looked so peaceful, sleeping with his chest rising up and down. Some strand of curls fell onto his forehead, his eyelashes were kissing his cheeks as he slept, and his lips looked so soft and kissable. They were right there for your taking.
" Stop looking at me" you heard the sound of his voice bring you out of your thoughts. A hint of red appears on your cheeks as you looked away and turning on your back to stare at the ceiling. Joe opened his eyes watching you look at his ceiling rather than his face.
" The ceiling isn't much interesting either"
" Then what am I suppose to look at?" you asked. When he didn't answer you, you turned to look at him him noticing he was already looking at you. " What?" his hand reached out to brush away a strand of your hair behind your cheek causing a hint of red appear on your cheeks.
" You're beautiful" he says.
" So are you" you tell him. He rolls his eyes as he sits up in bed rubbing his eyes and stretching his arms out. He stood up from the bed and you noticed he was only in a pair of boxers, eyeing the happy trail that you wanted to brush your fingers through, he caught you red handed as he spoke up.
" You like what you see?" you looked away, covering your face with the covers while Joe laughed as he walked into the bathroom. Today was going to be long day.
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Joe was busy in conversation with Jamie when the door to the bar opened and everyone's eyes got wide who stood there. He wore a nice suit with his hair done nicely. His blue eyes were darker than they usually wore. Accompanying his side was Liv as she hung on his arms looking around for any sign of you. Her heart raced knowing what was about to happen.
" You shouldn't be here" a voice spoke out catching Dacre' attention as he came face to face with his enemy. " Joseph Quinn" he says like the name tasted bitter on his tongue.
" Dacre Montgomery" Joe reponse back to him, " Like I said, you shouldn't be here. You don't belong here.." he adds.
" I don't, but it came to my attention that my sister was spotted on this side of town. Care to share where and with whom?" Dacre asked. He took a few steps down.
" She's not here" Joe says.
" She never was" Jamie says as he walks around the bar. He stood next to Joe. " I suggest you get out of my bar" Jamie spats, pointing to the door.
Dacre laughs, " You are so funny, bartender. I don't believe I was talking to you."
" My name is Jamie and you best be on your way" Dacre titled his head to the side. You were peeking behind the bar counter at your brother. He looked really angry and very displeased to be here.
" I don't care what your name is, you don't answer to me. I asked Quinn over here.." Joe shook his head.
" She was never here like Jamie said" Dacre tsked as he reached his hand out for one of his men. One of his men handed him a gun.
" I am going to count to three, and if I don't get the answer I am looking for then I will start shooting. Do I make myself clear?" Keery and Maya got their guns ready if anything and Joe had his hand reach for his gun.
"One..." Dacre started as he eyed the room wanting to spot you himself. You were in big trouble and he knows you know it.
When no one said anything he went to count to two.
" You're not making things easier on you, Quinn"
" She's not here" Joe says through gritted teeth, " Leave!" he adds.
" Three" Dacre counted pointing a gun at Jamie, Joe couldn't eve react as a bullet went straight for Jamie and shooting him in the heart. Jamie stumbled back as gripped his chest. Joe catches him as Jamie falls to the ground. Everyone in the bar is screaming and running out while Dacre says, " I warned you!."
Joe doesn't pay attention to anything that Dacre is saying as he holds Jamie. Blood is oozing from Jamie's wound. Jamie is trying to say words out but blood is spluttering from his mouth. Joe's eyes brim with tears as he shakes his head.
" Don't leave me, you can't do this" he tells Jamie. Jamie only could weakly smile at him and raise his hand towards Joe but before he could touch Joe's cheek, the hand falls and Jamie eyes stare straight ahead. Joe grips Jamie, sobbing at him.
Keery and Maya started to shoot Dacre's crew while Dacre shield himself with Liv while looking for you. He see's the back of your head and grins.
" There you are trouble maker" he raises from his hiding spot as he shouts your name over the gun fire that is going on. Your head turns at the sound of his voice locking eyes with him. He found you.
Before Dacre can reach out to you, there is another scream and this scream alerts you and Dacre. Both your head turns at the sound of the scream watching as Liv is stumbling back gripping her chest as blood oozes her dress.
" NO!" Dacre screams as he rushes to her. He catches her as she falls into his arms. Joe takes Jamie's body and puts it over his shoulder as he rushes out of the bar while both Keery and Maya grab you and rush out of the bar hot on Joe's tail.
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Joe stands looking down at his friends' grave with dried up tears on his cheeks. He had no idea if he had anymore tears left to shed but this was unfair. He was going to have to live his life without his best friend by his side. He never thought anything could break his heart, but this, this was more harder than heart break. You weren't sure if you should come up to him or give him space. A nudge on your shoulder sends you making your way to him.
You stood by his side glancing down at the grave stone.
" I'm so sorry Joe" you tell him, your fingers brushing against his own. He lets you lace your fingers through his as his body turns towards you with his head falling on your shoulder. Your other hand comes up to run your fingers through his curls. " I'm so sorry" you mumble, " he was great-" Joe cuts you off raising his head to meet your eyes.
" He was my best friend, the first person I trusted in the whole town. How am I suppose to go on like this?" your own heart broke at the sight of Joe.
Your hands reached up to cup his face with both your hands, " You can get through this. I know you can. I'll be here if you want my help" he nods turning his head to kiss the palm of your hands. He wants you here. He really does.
" He would of loved you" Joe tells you. You softly smiled.
" I'm sure he would" Joe takes both your hands off his cheeks as he sniffles, " Will you stay?" his brown eyes stare into your eyes with hope and want.
" I will, Joe" He wraps his arms around your waist as he tugs you to him.
The both of you stayed like that for a while not knowing your brother was watching not too far ahead with a scowl on his face.
" What are we going to do about them?" Mason asked.
" Leave it" Dacre says.
Dacre took someone that Joe cared about deeply and Joe took someone that Dacre cared about deeply. An eye for an eye.
But Joe took you from Dacre too. As much as it pained Dacre to see you with his enemy, he knew you were happy and if you wanted to talk with him.
You knew where to find him.
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it’s kinda funny to me how immediately post vol 2 we all thought that they were using will to develop m*leven’s relationship bc now i can see that they’re doing the opposite. they’re using will to begin the breakdown of m*leven’s relationship (and the start of byler’s)
but it’s clearly not his fault, and him being blameless is actually crucial to this.
they’re using will to demonstrate that their relationship is doomed by just having him be there. they’re even having him try to help them out, yet still m*leven is failing
mike hadn’t seen will or el for almost a year which made it much easier for him to delude himself about his true feelings for both of them. he can convince himself of almost anything if he doesn’t have to confront it in real life. seeing the two of them (especially at the same time) opened the floodgates and his love for will (and his non-romantic feelings for el) became less ignorable, like we saw at the roller rink. it seemed like he was giving all his attention to el but he noticed all of will’s “moping” which apparently “sabotaged” the day.
mike’s fights with both will and el stem from his true feelings for both of them: he feels like he’s losing will and that it’s out of his control, but he’s scared of getting too close to him again because of his non-platonic feelings. he can’t tell el he loves her because he doesn’t love her romantically, and that’s the way she wants him to love her.
these fights, but more particularly their aftermaths, are meant to show us the difference between byler’s and m*leven’s bond and the way they communicate. after their fight mike quickly makes the effort to repair the damage with will and even does some genuine introspection, which is not something he’d usually do, yet he’s managed to several times for will (keep this in your mind for later). but after mike’s fight(s?) with el he doesn’t have a chance to repair anything because she’s taken away to nevada. obviously it’s not mike’s fault that she’s gone before he can apologize but remember the writers CHOSE to do this.
then he can’t preoccupy himself with putting up a front of romantic bliss with el, because she’s far away. he’s alone with will and alone with his feelings for will. he spent HOURS! HOURS in the small backseat of the van next to the boy he’s secretly in love with. he’d expected to have the safety net of el to fall back on for the entire trip. of course he cares for el a lot and does love her platonically, but the safety net could’ve been part of his motivation to get her back.
will IS a device for m*leven, but not to build it up, to disassemble it. will’s a device for mike to realize/accept his feelings and to urge him to compare his feelings/behavior for will in juxtaposition to el.
will’s been acting as mike’s mediator for his relationship with el. he thinks mike is happiest with her and he’s super selfless so he actively tries to FIX their relationship. he reassures mike, he gives him advice, he sympathizes with him, and he pushes him toward el. he’s basically doing all he can to ensure they stay together.
this is one of the most essential parts in will’s role as a device. they’re showing us that no matter how hard will tries to remove himself from the picture of their relationship and advance it forward in disregard to himself, it still doesn’t work out. in fact, his trying to help is destroying m*leven even faster (but mike and will don’t know this yet).
mike WAS clueless that will was talking about himself in the van, but he heard exactly what he wanted to hear. will’s coded love for him was the love mike wanted, and having it presented as el’s love made him think he’s in love with her. he thought his doubts about being with her were solved thanks to will telling him how el really feels—and will thinks he solved it too.
so then mike goes and gives his ily monologue and expresses some disingenuous introspection, contrasting with his genuine introspection during his apology to will earlier. mike took will’s coded confession at face value and used it to conjure up conclusions in his mind that might explain how he’s feeling. it makes enough sense in theory that he’s clung to it, ready to accept it as the truth. he used will’s confession as the basis of his ily monologue because he’s also using it as the basis of his own rationalization of his feelings.
if you don’t look too deep into his monologue and other events of the season then it’s easy to think will was successful in repairing m*leven. the problem is, while mike thinks his monologue was true, the structure of it is all gonna come crashing down sooner or later. once mike finds out will’s coded confession was actually about himself, the basis of his monologue to el is no longer there, or, it’s there, but then it’s technically a monologue to will, and he’s gonna realize that will’s love for him is exactly the love he wants/needs. he’ll simultaneously have to confront the fallacy of his “love” for el and the realities of his love for will.
will did all this by just being there and trying to help. they’re showing us that the downfall of m*leven is inevitable and mike’s and will’s love for each other is indispensable. all will had to do was be there and push mike toward el, and without meaning to, he pushed mike away from el and toward himself.
if you’re a will anti or think it’s his fault m*leven is dying then this post isn’t for you. m*leven is dying of its own accord and will is simply there to show us its death is inescapable. he’s only trying to help them, and that’s what makes this such a satisfying story of fate.
in conclusion, byler endgame and platonic elmike ftw!
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I'd give you 5$ if you post that draft
you didn't even need to bribe. it's not actually in the drafts of this blog so i'll write a better version
i've said it a billion times before: tsukasa is the comedic relief weirdguy, the devs basically will do anything with him so long as it's funny.
so starting with that valentine's day vlive in 2021. during the MC part of that he gets jealous that rui has been getting chocolates and tries to brag that he got lots of chocolates too but then immediately reveals that he got friendzoned by multiple girls. his voiceline that year is something about how he catches everyone's attention on vday and year round bc he's a star or something like that but anyway that whole interaction there seems to suggest he's straight lol.
however.
he's REALLY oblivious. played for comedy ofc but i see a lot of people interpret this as him being somewhere on the aro spectrum (probably not what the writers intended but fair instance of accidentally coding a character as smth). examples include: not understanding why Akito doesn't want to be seen at PXL alone with Toya in an Akito's initial 3* (second story), literally says "thank you" when Asahi basically confesses to him and completely misses the point (he actually did seem to nearly get this one for a second), and he doesn't understand why Rui's friends are impressed that he's friends the incredibly attractive Shizuku (Tsukasa is the only not-gay-coded male character who isn't attracted to Shizuku, probably because they're childhood friends. or if you want to view him as being aspec, then that works too). also when he mentions that he's friends with guys in his class who are cool and popular and good with women, Hibiki says that he was in a class with one of those guys in 1st year and is amazed that tsukasa is in that crowd now, emphasis on the "tsukasa's friends are good with women part". tsukasa's just confused about that because of course they talk to girls a lot they're in the same class.
also he usually rewrites a lot of romance plays to remove the romance. he rewrote R&J to just make it focused on the action (which is probably because he likes playing action heroes more than anything else), and he got rid of the romance plot in little mermaid because he didn't felt it was needed (this one is justified in-universe as they do fun shows for small children and don't really need the tragic romance, and also from production standpoint like you don't do that because fandom). so yeah that could again be read as him being aspec if you want but i don't think the writers intended it to be read that way, especially the R&J one that was purely for comedy.
all that said, this is an idol game, which generally run on the rule of thumb that every character is some flavour of queer, even if it's just for fanservice (i don't play enstars but from what i do know of it it falls a bit on that last point). anyway you can probably tell where this is going but he gets ship tease with rui sometimes. vast majority of this is from Rui's side but there are things like Oki ni Mesu mama
Tsukasa: Waiting for the "1, 2…" signal, holding hands with you is an act of courage for me
or that one part in pandemonium where he drops his persona for a brief second when he's impressed by rui's plan that was very much put there on purpose, or that Tsukasa and Airi's cheerful carnival team name from that event is "swayed by their partners (相方, aikata)" and when you consider that Shizuku and Airi are heavily implied to like each other, and have canonically been on a "date", that was also a Choice.
idk whether to count KING because justified by them being actors and the fang motif in the song... vampires kinda homoerotic it makes sense that the dance routine was that. also i'm not sure if the connect lives are even canon, especially the wxs one since tokishun broke character and the 4th wall.
yeah i dunno. the writers kinda just do whatever they want with him. interpret any of this how you will i'm just recounting shit from the game.
oh hey it's longer than 300 words now
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Can I vent one thing? I kind hate the hipocrisy of some (a big number here) fans on regards Izu and Endeavour.
Like it goes more or less like this:
Fans:😒look at Izu defending Endeavour even through Dabi told how abusive he is.
Me: what you want Izu to do punch Endeavour and praise Dabi? A fucking villain who killed and has no remorse?
The hipocrisy here is how they blame Izu for "siding with an abuser" but Shot befriend BK is cute.
Following that logic, they should hate Shoto too as he is Bk's friends...somehow. BK for all his many flaws, I say this, he is honest in his hate for Izu. Never tried to mask.
As for the other ask I sent and yoy answer. Look, Hori just hates Izu and at this point is just easier to say he is a bad writer (feels lazy but I swear this is the easiest and real explanation here) we dont know why Izu wants to be a hero or anything about his family. His complex of martyr makes no sense (does AM have the same thing? It also makes no sense ....bc we know 0 about AM)
There is so much cognitive dissonance baked into Bakugou and how much people love him, there really is; he hits Izuku and there are Bakugou fans that basiclly say Izuku should thank him for the privilege.
Relatedly, a lot of people apparently find him attractive which... I don't get. But hot people do get away with a lot more than unattractive people, so I could see some unconscious biases on the fact that they think he looks hot, and is therefore more tolerable than if he looked like Mineta but acted like he does in canon.
To be fair, a lot of it is ultimately on Hori himself and the writing; no matter how bad I find his character arc at times, Endeavour's abuse and behaviour was never treated like a joke. Brushed over, sure, but it was never funny. Meanwhile, we passed a point in the story, long before Endeavour's redemption kicked in, and suddenly every abusive thing that Bakugou had been doing, bad things which were Serious Problems he was supposed to deal with, was nothing but a joke, even while Endeavour was still on and off being given shit for being an abuser; it's annoying, but I don't find it surprising people don't take Bakugou's behavior seriously if the story itself doesn't.
Meanwhile, while people's interest in Izuku has died to some extent because of how bad his writing got, I've seen people saying (and I'm not completely disagreeing with them) that Dabi has been carrying a lot of Post War, with all the focus on him and his tragic backstory being something that's actually interesting, and how much character he's allowed to have compared to everyone else, which, ironically enough, is probably enough to make him a more sympathetic victim to a lot of people over Izuku, who isn't even allowed to think about his past abuse with how much his traumatic backstory is being suppressed by the writing.
Granted, it feels like a lot of that was altered to make Endeavour (and Dabi) more tolerable to the readers, and while Dabi is supposed to be a villain with sympathetic origins, some people forget he's very much an unsympathetic person at this point, by his own design, and that would probably be insulted by some of the nicer takes on him.
Ultimately, what Endeavour did was worse than Bakugou, yeah, and I see people say that for why Bakugou is more defensible, but it's not a matter of degree; Endeavour doing shitty things doesn't excuse Bakugou doing shitty things, though there's also the fact that abusive fathers are more universally loathed than bullies, especially with all the extra stuff going on with Bakugou to try and mitigate him.
On the other thing....
Izuku is easy. Izuku wants to be a hero because: societal brainwashing about the heroic system as a whole making the system popular to the people, wanting to help people, and wanting acceptance from others. Being a hero, for him, is wrapped up with all three of those causes.
On All Might... Well. It's been awhile, but back when All Might was allowed to be a character, it was pointed out multiple times that Izuku is, in fact, exactly like All Might (seriously, if we look at what we know about Young!All Might, and it sounds like he's basically taller, more muscular, and to some degree more confident Izuku from the start of the story. He's basiclly Izuku if Izuku never had Bakugou in his life, constantly knocking him down, and maybe had an extra foot or two in height), and while Izuku liked being like his idol, everyone else in the know was worried because All Might went exactly down this road Izuku's going down.
That is to say, All Might is now a lonely old man, scarred and broken, without a life of his own, and the fact he's still alive means this is the good ending for him, compared to him getting himself killed.
(looks at the newer manga chapters meaningfully)
The Izuku and All Might self-destruction parallels is something that came up within the first couple of chapters; it was a very deliberate choice, and it seemed clear, at some point, that All Might was supposed to help Izuku be better than him, temper his natural martyr tendencies, and not get himself killed or horribly maimed, a process that would help the both of them grow past these tendencies.
And yes, we know little about All Might, but after a certain point his development stopped and... in all honesty, as much as Hori seems to hate Izuku, he seems to hate All Might just as much, if not more (or at least All Might isn't mandated to be strong and victorious, anyways, in ways that give Izuku some protections). All Might took this scrawny little boy to the beach and over the course of a summer bulked him up to the point where he could host OFA; he's not this horribly incompetent person that the later parts of the story seem to want us to see him as.
And yet, the more he's developed the more Hori just adds flaw upon flaw to the poor man, starting with being completely incapable of helping Izuku in pretty much any way all of a sudden ('clench your butt' my ass) and turning more and more pathetic over time as his powers waned, and he never got to grow as a character to filled the void in his characterization.
Presumably, mixed with the part where he was meant to teach Izuku... literally anything, All Might's backstory (beyond being basiclly tall Izuku, anyways) was probably going to be organically expanded on over time as their mentor and mentee based relationship developed, but that never happened, and so we have a character whose defining traits are largely having super powers, who no longer has those super powers.
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