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baroquebucky · 3 years

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symphony

in which bucky realizes the light you’ve brought into his life

word count: 2.3k of pure fluff

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a/n: hi bffs !! hope u all enjoy this fluff as reparations for the amount of angst I’ve been writing <333 let me know what you guys think !! inspired by this song :] sorry for any typos !!

Life felt monotonous for bucky. Everyday he would wake up, go for a walk, sometimes go out for dinner with his neighbor other times he would just stay in. Then he would go to therapy, suffer there for a while before coming back and doing nothing. Throughout the week he would go to the compound or the gym and train to get his mind off things.

“I just feel like I’m stuck in a loop and i can’t get out of it, it’s like a boring song that everyone’s playing on repreat” bucky grumbled, sam nodded, listening to bucky as he vented.

“i think you need something new in your life, something to spice it up” Sam spoke gently, thinking for a bit before a smile appeared on his face, “i know just the thing!” He cheered.

“how is coffee gonna help me” bucky huffed, sam just rolled his eyes, dragging the super soldier along to his favorite coffee shop.

“no trust me, this coffee is amazing, they have all these other drinks too and the person who always takes my order is amazing” Sam cheered, a smile on his face as he rounded the corner and saw you through the glass.

“that’s them!” He smiled, turning to look at bucky, he stopped in his tracks.

“you aren’t trying to set me up on a date right now, right?” Bucky looked at Sam wide eyed and he rolled his eyes, shaking his head and grabbing Buckys wrist.

“if this was a date i would’ve made you dress better” Sam shot back, bucky frowned looking down at his clothes. What was so wrong with his clothes?

“this is my favorite jacket” bucky pouted and Sam rolled his eyes, as the door opened a small chime went off.

“good evening sam!” You called out, a bright smile on your face as you finished taking someone’s order. Sam and Bucky stood in line, waiting only a couple minutes before you helped them.

“your usual?” you beamed and Sam smiled, you wrote it down quickly, turning to bucky with a smile, “what can i get for you?” Bucky blushed a bit, avoiding eye contact with you and glancing at the menu.

“i- well uh i don’t know actually” bucky hesitated, sam cringed at his friend, elbowing him slightly.

“what do you recommend?” he asked quickly, and you turned to look down at the menu as if you didn’t have it memorized.

“hmm, well i really the special we have right now, if you’re not into sweet then i recommend that one” you pointed out with your pen a smile still on your face.

“whatever your favorite is” He spoke, heart beating in his chest as the words tumbled out. You felt your face heat up at his words, nodding quickly. Bucky paid and went to go sit next to Sam, ears red and face hot.

Sam simply chuckled at him, waiting patiently for you to call out their order numbers. Bucky kept glancing up, stealing glances at you and marveling at how pretty you were. The way you moved so easily and kept a smile on your face anytime someone looked your way.

Buckys heart sunk a bit. He wished he could be like that, all smiles and rainbows, like the way he used to be. He thought about how brooding he was and the way sam always commented on the way he stared too much. He tore his eyes away from you and focused on the decoration in the cafe.

“57 and 58!” You called out, setting the drinks on the counter looking out for Sam and bucky, smiling when you saw the two men getting up and walking towards you.

“thank you y/n!” Sam smiled and you nodded, eyes moving to bucky, he gave you a tight lipped smile before walking out. “that wasn’t so bad was it” Sam smirked and bucky rolled his eyes, taking a sip of his drink.

“oh wow this is really good” bucky mumbled, drinking some more and furrowing his brows, sam smiled at him, nodding in agreement.

The two men returned a couple times every week, you smiling at them and saying hello, giving bucky a new drink to try every time he came. The two of you stealing glances anytime you looked over while making the drink, heart rate spiking when your eyes met.

Bucky was giddy to see you, wondering what you would give him today. Sam frowned when your coworker greeted them instead of you.

“wheres y/n?” Sam asked, you coworker frowned at the mention of you before replying.

“oh they quit, our boss kept giving them shit” she sighed, “between you and i, they only stayed this long because you guys kept coming back” she smiled, her eyes moving to bucky, “specially you.”

As the two men were leaving your coworker called out for them, handing them a piece of paper. “she told me to give you guys this, have a good day!”

They looked at each other before unrolling the paper, you handwriting on it along with your phone number.

“text me when you want bird boy” Sam read, laughing a little, he turned to bucky, craning his neck to read his, “what’s your say” Bucky had a bashful smile on his face.

“oh just to text them whenever” bucky cleared his throat, shoving the piece of paper in his pocket.

i really hope we can hang out properly soon :) the paper read, scribbled under was a list of drinks you wanted him to try. Buckys heart fluttered at the action, the whole time he was with Sam you were the only thing he was thinking about.

When he finally got back to his apartment bucky texted you, heart racing as he sent the text.

hi it’s bucky, i got your note let me know when you’re free :-)

Your heart jumped at the message, the biggest smile on your face as you read the text over again, giggling as you replied.

hi buck!! I’m free this weekend actually :]

The two of you made plans quickly, excited for a proper date and not just stealing glances and making small talk when he ordered his drink or picked it up from the counter.

When Saturday evening came bucky was frantic, texting sam and asking what clothes he should wear, recalling the time he made fun of his clothes before he met you the first time.

You were nervous as you got ready, hands shaking slightly as you changed into some nice clothing. You checked yourself out in the mirror and smiled, fixing your hair a bit.

The doorbell rang and you jumped, heart racing as you walked to the door, opening it with a smile.

Bucky stood there with roses in his hands, a bright smile on his face. He chocked on his breath a little as he took you in, it was the first time he’d seen you out of uniform and god you were perfect.

“oh thank you!” You blushed, smiling as you took the flowers from him, “come in I’ll just put these in water” you smiled, letting him in and quickly moving to put the flowers in a vase.

Your apartment was so comforting, bucky felt like he was safe there, he felt so at peace despite his heart racing in his chest.

“ready?” You asked and bucky smiled, he could hear the way your heart raced after you not so secretly checked him out. He was wearing a dark blue t shirt and a leather jacket along with some black pants.

“so where are we going?” You questioned and bucky smiled, turning to look at you nervously before focusing on the road again.

“is the fair okay? I know there’s one in town and I’ve been wanting to go but-” he rambled and you cut him off excitedly.

“i love the fair! I’m really good at those shooting games y’know” you bragged and bucky smiled, excited to see how skilled you were. “however i will not compete against you” you added quickly, making bucky frown.

“too scared I’ll beat you doll?” Bucky smirked and your heart raced at the nickname, your comeback dying on your lips. Bucky smiled as you sat there with your mouth open, looking away quickly before changing the subject.

As the two of you arrived bucky immediately knew he made the right choice, the way you had the widest smile on your face as you pointed everything out to him, eyes wide as you saw the giant dinosaur plush.

“you have a metal arm dont you?” You whispered and bucky smiled, nodding his head. “would it be, i don’t know, immoral for you to use it to get that dinosaur plush?” You blushed, giggling as bucky gasped at you.

“i cant believe you!” He teased and you frowned, bucky smiled at you, taking your hand in his and walking towards the game. He handed the man the tickets to play and held the heavy ball in his hands.

“you just have to knock all three cups over” the man spoke and bucky nodded, placing the ball in his right hand before throwing it, easily knocking the cups down.

“yay!” You cheered, running next to bucky and hugging him, the man handed you the giant plush and you smiled, staring at bucky with starry eyes.

“didn’t even use your metal arms sergeant” you teased and Buckys heart lurched at the titles. His heart was in frenzy as you smirked up at him.

“I’m a super soldier doll” he smiled at your face turned into one of realization, nodding your head.

“right, i forgot about that” you mumbled, struggling to keep the dinosaur plush from touching the ground, bucky smiled at you before he took it from your hands, easily tucking it under his arm.

“thanks” you blushed and bucky nodded, a smile on his face as he replied.

“cant have my best girl struggling on our first date can we” you blushed at his words, looking at him with a bright smile.

“first? as in more to come?” You questioned, a smile on your face as you stopped in your tracks, the lights from some ride illuminating your face in reds and pinks. Bucky nodded, suddenly his confidence was sizzling away.

“I mean unless you don’t want to that’s fine too i just- i mean” bucky rambled and you watched him struggle for a bit, biting your bottom lip before stopping him.

“I’d love to go on more dates” you spoke up, bucky smiled at you, letting out a small breath, “now let’s go to the Ferris wheel!” You easily slipping your hand in his.

Everything felt so easy with bucky, it never felt forced. The two of you constantly texting and calling when you weren’t together and grabbing dinner and going on dates more and more often. It was only a matter of time before bucky asked you out, everything falling into place for the two of you.

The two of you were in bed, you were cuddled up into his side as you watched a documentary on some lions. Bucky ran his fingers through your hair and you sighed, relaxing into his touch. It had been almost two years since the two of you went on your first date, but to bucky it felt like yesterday.

“you know i love you, right doll” he spoke suddenly and you looked at him, confused before nodding.

“i love you too loverboy” you replied, sitting up and kissing his cheek.

“don’t know where I’d be without you” he spoke softly, his blue eyes meeting yours, he smiled softly. “I used to think i was broken and no one would want me” he mumbled and you frowned, letting him continue.

“the only reason sam took me to that cafe was because i was stuck in this loop and i was going crazy” he laughed softly, “i thought i was never gonna get out of this funk but then” he stopped.

You looked at him, confused as he smiled at you, peppering kissing all over your face before caressing your cheek and kissing your forehead.

“then what?” You whispered, a smile on your face when you realized what he was going to say.

“then you came along” he replied, smiling at the way you wiggled to face him.

“you took me and you made me into a better person, you made my life so much better and now it’s like there’s a symphony playing anytime in with you” he spoke, a smile on his face when you reached your hand out and ran your fingers through his hair. You stopped your hand at the nape of his neck, pushing him towards you and crashing your lips onto his.

It was sloppy and passionate, but it was sweet. The two of you smiling into the kiss before giving him one last peck and pulling away.

“oh lovebug, that songs always been inside you, just needed a little tuning to get it right” you replied, taking him into your arms as he laid down on your chest.

For once, bucky was grateful sam had forced him to go out, he was grateful that you were working that day and you recommend him a drink. He was grateful that you went to the fair with him and you liked him enough to go on another date.

Bucky no longer wished to be like you, he didn’t long for the person he was in the 40s. He didn’t wish he could change into someone else anymore.

He didn’t because he was more himself than he had ever been. He was happy and he was at peace, he was who he had always wanted to become. He didn’t feel like he was stuck in the shadows in a constant loop.

Bucky smiled as you placed a gentle kiss on top of his head, mumbling a soft ‘i love you.’

Bucky felt happy, he felt at home and he felt in love. He was finally at peace with his life now that you were in it. You helped him become who he was, pushed him to be better and to change into who he wanted to be.

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octalove · 4 years

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IV: The Dinner

(Batgirl/Red Hood)

Brief note; per demand, this little trilogy will now be an ongoing series🥺thank u all for the support! i was not expecting it at all. ur comments make my day!! i hope u enjoy this chapter bearing in mind that i wasn’t intending on a full length fic, so i hope u can put up with any missteps in the plot or writing. i’m making it up as i go. kiss kiss

Description: Reader makes an ally, and attends a tense dinner. part one, two, and three.

A mild blue dawn was just beginning to flit through the blinds, and I sighed heavily, stretching a little, and running a hand across my face. My skin was cold to the touch. Rolling over stiffly, I glanced at the clock on my nightstand.

5:26a.m.

Nineteen minutes before my alarm. I was too cold to go back to sleep, I knew, as much as Alfred had requested I try and get more of it. Pulling myself up, the sheets slipped off my bare shoulders and folded onto themselves. Once in a blue moon, I would forego making it up again, usually accompanied by an excuse. Today, I didn’t have one. I put my feet on the floor, mind buzzing.

I was done tossing and turning, and decided to get up and shower. Afterward, I threw on my uniform, and got to work on my face. A little bronzy eyeshadow, some mascara and lip balm. I could’ve turned my face into a work of art, but I was tired from my sleepless night and doing much else seemed like a strain.

There was a knock on the door.

“Come in.” I was expecting Bruce or Alfred, but I caught Tim’s reflection in my vanity mirror.

“Hey.” He said.

“Good morning.” I replied tensely. He sat on my bed. Okay. Weird. Tim was a year younger than me- but always ordained himself something of an older brother. His brainpower made learned helplessness and easy state to slip into when he was around- always fixing my PS4, or recovering lost files from my laptop. When we first met, I used to use those things as a crutch to interact with him, as neither of us were particularly forthcoming. These days, we were as close as any pair of siblings.

“What’s up?” I asked, tucking away my mascara wand.

“Oh, I just thought I’d… check up on you. Before school started.”

I was the only one of the Waynes attending Gotham Academy at the moment. Damian was still at Gotham Prep, but by the time he would attend next year, I’d be graduated. I wondered if Tim ever missed it. He garnered his fair share of attention; mostly because of his attractive status and predisposition of agreeability. Before he dropped out, I used the be the subject of mediation for every eligible teenage girl that wanted to get to know my brother- no, the other one. With the soft hair. The chem tutor.

I laughed a little. “Do I seem like I need it?” Tim shrugged. I got up and plopped on the duvet beside him. My window was open a crack, filling the room with a chilly breeze and the scent of moisture and petrichor.

“Did Bruce make you get up for this?” I tried again, keeping my playful tone. He sighed and shook his head.

“Bruce isn’t the only one who’s noticed you lately.” He said, with contrasting seriousness that made my smile fall.

“What’s there to notice? Seriously.” I questioned.

He sighed again and twisted his lip. I knew what that meant. He was about to list everything different I’d been doing for the past three weeks, either alphabetically or by severity. “You look tired. You get home and go straight to your room. You keep fidgeting during briefings. You look distracted. You’re avoiding Damian- which, I get it- but like, more than usual. Dick said you haven’t texted him all week. You usually have something to say about your day at dinner, but-“

“Okay. I get it.”

A brief moment passed, where I watched him pull a looser string from the duvet.

“I know you went somewhere. On the 21st, when we were patrolling in Otisburg. You went somewhere for forty-two minutes.”

I blinked. “Oh.”

“I’m not accusing you of anything-“ He added quickly, looking at me. “Really, I have know idea why you left. I’m sure it was nothing, I just… you’ve been acting weird ever since. Where did you go?”

I swallowed, and my intestines felt like lead. Really, I was relieved. Here I was, in my room I’d decorated with Wayne money, with my brother who evidently cared enough about me to notice my typical word count at dinner, asking me what was wrong. And a lot was wrong.

So, I smoothed my plaid skirt and told him about the night of the 21st- and only that. From Red Hood, to Hoffman, to the warehouse. Every vivid detail I could remember. I decided to leave out my little truancy adventure, along with meeting him in the alley. Lifting up his mask. Having his exposed skin close enough to touch. His gunpowder smell. By the end, Tim was frowning. The following silence could’ve crushed a coke can.

“Shit.” He muttered.

“Yeah.” I echoed. “Shit.”

He didn’t asked why I didn’t tell Bruce. Or Anyone. He didn’t ask why it was so important to me to do this by myself. All he did was take in the information and start putting it together.

“Jesus- you could’ve died. But all that Hoffman stuff. Why you?”

“Exactly!” I breathed.

Another knock on the door, and Alfred’s voice carried through, telling me it was time to go. I got up. Tim nodded and followed suit, no doubt carrying my every last recounting in his piggy-bank memory.

“Please don’t tell Bruce.” I said, some amount of fear slipping into my voice. “I know it was a stupid thing to do and it was stupid not to tell anyone. But he’ll never trust me again.” Tim hesitated at the door.

“There’s nothing to tell.”

I climbed into the backseat of the car, and stared at the cityscape running past the windows. The anxiety had lifted. One of my growing number of secrets revealed. In its wake, the sudden absence left a sense of clarity. I remembered why I had kept it to begin with.

Dick was gifted. The first. The talented boy who could fly. Babs and Tim were brilliant; genius far beyond the confines of academia. Damian was skilled. Trained from birth, the blood son. It nestled here him neatly, right where he belonged. What was I? I wasn’t born with athletic ability beyond my years, or genius intellect. Without that information- without my secrets- I had nothing else to give.

Thursday night was dinner. The whole family. It was Bruce’s excuse to drag Dick out of his apartment in Blüdhaven, and for Alfred to exercise a new recipe, since everyone was on a strict lean-means and superfoods regimen every other waking day. Babs attended occasionally, when work didn’t keep her busy, and Tim was only allowed to pass if he promised to rest instead.

I met his eyes as everyone was rounded into the dining room by Alfred like a herd of sheep; he gave me some imperceptible knowing look that promised to keep my secret.

We sat down and sipped water from crystal glasses as the table was set with food, muttering amongst ourselves about our days. Dick was given a coffee with the wrong name (‘Nick’), Babs met up with her friend from high school (Olivia something or other), and Damian completed a group project with some incompetent classmates (they all were- even the professors). Vigilante talk wasn’t forbidden, but generally skirted around so as to offer a small reprieve of normalcy during the week.

There was an exception to this unspoken rule when there was a particularly exciting case on the table. Unfortunately for me and my anxiety, the case of the Red Hood was a very exciting one.

“Any new breaks with Red Hood?” Dick asked through miso soup. Bruce sighed.

“He made some movements in Robbinsville. Gone before we could get there. He’s got his men on a tight leash- we couldn’t get any of them to talk.”

“Course not. There’s rumors flying all over the department. One of the Ioveanu family branches payed out a huge security detail for their private mansion.”

“He hasn’t hunted anyone in their home, has he?” I asked. I pictured him standing in front of me- maskless, in my academy uniform.

“No, it’s not his MO.” Barbara answered.

“Not yet. It’s only been six months, and he’s progressing rapidly.” Bruce diagnosed grimly.

“Are you scared he’s gonna join us for dinner?” Dick joked, throwing a wink my way.

“Haha.” I muttered. Actually, I hadn’t slept because of the very idea.

“If you’re nervous, you could always stay home next patrol.” Damian suggested pointedly. To him, existing in the realm of crimefighting was a competition, and he was always looking for others to drop out of the race. I resisted the urge to fling a pea at him.

“I’m not nervous.” I said coolly.

“You’ve been practically trembling since we fought his pathetic lackeys.”

“Damian.” Bruce warned, from the head of the table. I flipped the smallest Wayne the middle finger. He resigned, but I swore I saw amusement on his lips.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Red Hood is very skilled and very prolific. It’s a daunting case.” Bruce continued.

“Thanks, but I’m okay. Really.” I said, trying not to sound annoyed, and feeling like a spotlight was over my head, operated by the ghost of Hoffman. I almost laughed as I pictured it.

“That’s good to hear. We’ve been concerned.” Alfred added.

“Wow. I’m the star of the show around here.” I remarked dryly.

“We can’t help it, Miss Independent.” Dick said teasingly. “You’re just a good mystery.”

“Reminds me of Talia.” Tim said casually. The silverware stopped clanging.

It was a shameless subject change. Damian’s mother was an inflammatory topic for all parties. Bruce’s moral contempt didn’t reach the likes of Talia Al Ghul and Selena Kyle, immoral though they were. Beauty makes anything charming- and when paired with an impeccable taste in dress, even murder and thievery can be minimized into something of a quirk. Bruce thought so, anyway.

As for Damian, he had grappled with his dismissal from Talia’s side for what was now a majority of his life, and still possessed this deep-rooted, inextinguishable attachment to his mother. It was the hollow soreness any young boy would have in his position. Tim called him mama’s boy until he finally displayed a frightening amount of disdain for the title and actually begged him to stop. Tim agreed to, and I agreed to pretend I never heard a thing.

Dick disagreed with both of those sentiments and viewed Talia as someone who wasn’t worth the trouble. His dismissal embarrassed Bruce and offended Damian, so I knew the dinner table had been sufficiently turned into a powder keg. Tim and I shared a look as I expressed silent gratefulness, and he resigned to inspecting a dumpling, while I picked around my haka noodles.

The rest of dinner was quiet. Somehow, somewhere in the silence all had been decidedly forgiven. First by Babs who asked me to pass the pepper. Then by Dick who said the vegetables were good. Thank you, Alfred. Damian still looked pissed, and Bruce kept stealing glances at the clock.

I texted Tim under the table.

Thanks for taking one for the team.

The reply: You owe me one. I think Damian’s gonna poison my food.

We both glanced at the youngest, who was darkly mesmerized by what appeared to be Tim’s soup bowl.

He quickly added, Wait, actually tho? And we both fought laughter like two kids in the back of the class. It felt good to have an ally. Even if he still didn’t know the whole truth.

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lovelyladyventress · 4 years

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Tell me which one of these AUs sounds the most interesting and which one you’d like to read more about? (uhh rep0st?)

I’m reposting this since TUMBLR HATES MY POST/TAGS OR SOMETHING, SORRY IF YOU’VE ALREADY SEEN THIS!

Here I am, back at it again with my AU bullshit. Complete with my ugly ass dauntingly long list of AUs that I’d love to write about but can’t seem to

decide which one to start writing. This has been going on for the past week, dammit! If it’s not too much trouble, could you please help a girl out and let me know either on here or in a PM which one of these you’re curious about or would like to see implemented in an actual story.

Here are four Cloud-centric AU ideas which include (multiple) gay, bi, and (some) straight main/side pairings. Regardless of which one I decide to write first, I (wistful thinking) want to eventually complete most or all of them, even if some of them only end up being one-shots. Thank you! <3

Mercenary Zack and Delivery Boy Cloud AU

Zack, a mercenary, and Cloud, a delivery boy, have been best friends since they were youngsters. Zack is straight but is undeniably (and confusingly into Cloud. Cloud is bi (with a strong leaning towards males) and he’s only recently started to explore that. One day, while Zack and Cloud are hanging out, Zack’s PHS dies and he asks to borrow Cloud’s laptop to check some work-related emails. Cloud says sure, completely forgetting what he’d been “researching” before Zack came over to hang out.

Cloud, suddenly remembering the content of said “research”, screeches out, “NoOoOoO!” whilst comically tripping over himself as he races to stop Zack from opening his laptop.

Zack, being Zack, laughs good-naturedly at Cloud’s behavior and says, “What, don’t want your bestie to see all your fReAkY sHiT LOL?”

Before Cloud can stop him, Zack unlocks the laptop (he knows the password, because, hello, besties) and proceeds to open up about ten tabs of LOUD GAY LEMONY YOU KNOW WHAT (all with actors that are blond and black-haired, hmm s u s p i c i o u s).

Cloud is fucking mortified and literally RUNS out of his own apartment and disappears (disintegrates) into the void while leaving Zack sitting there like a stunned D U M B A S S *insert shocked Pikachu meme here* Hilarity, fluffy romance, and “LeMoNs” ensue.

Main ship and only ship will be Clack/Zakkura. Syrupy sweet, comical, with only a pinch of plot-related angst. Will most likely be a one-shot/two-shot.

Vampire Slayer AU

Set in a world where Shinra keeps the existence of vampires and vampire covens a well-guarded secret from the general public of Midgar in order to keep its citizens calm, orderly, and manageable (see controllable).

Due to the frequency of recent vampire attacks in Midgar’s slums and outlying towns and villages, they charge their best slayer, Cloud Strife, and his partner with the task of finding and killing the progenitor of all vampire-kind in order to end the covert war between humans and vampires and kill off their kind, for good.

That is, until Cloud is double-crossed by his partner, who wants the title of Shinra’s best vampire slayer for himself, and Cloud is left for dead in a forest miles away from civilization. Cloud thinks he’s finally done for this time, until he’s saved by a half-vampire named Vincent, who then proceeds to take Cloud to his maker, Sephiroth, the son of the first progenitor.

Cloud’s only shot at making it out of this alive is playing at Sephiroth’s personal interest in him in a game of cat and mouse until he can get the vampire to trust him enough to let him get close to the progenitor in order to (finally) end the war once and for all and return to his former life.

Main ships are Sefikura with a possibility of some Strifentine. Side ships are Aerti, Scarlet x Elena, and a bunch of others. Angsty, passionate, romantic, and dark. Will probably be a six-shot or more. Who knows?

Life After Meteorfall Canon Divergence AU (I’m excited about this one)

An AU in which both Angeal, Zack, and Aerith (although, just barely) live and help kick Sephiroth’s ass in the final battle. Sephiroth has been defeated by the gang for good (no really, for good y’all), and now the world has turned to healing, mourning, and attempting to rebuild itself after the scars Sephiroth has left behind in his monstrous wake.

Cloud still has lingering feelings for Zack leftover from his time as an infantryman, but desperately hides this fact from both Aerith and Zack because he knows how long they’ve waited and how much suffering they’ve had to endure in order to be with each other. He also cares deeply for both of them and wants them to be happy, despite his own conflicting emotions.

Although Aerith is (slightly) suspicious, Zack is oblivious to it all because he’s finally got the girl of his dreams and has his love-addled goggles on (god dammit Zackary) and asks Cloud to be his best man at their wedding (ugh angst me upppppp baby).

Angeal, however, is not oblivious to it in the slightest. He sees the overly forced smiles, the longing stares, the glances of complete and utter h e a r t b r e a k Cloud shoots Zack when he thinks no one is watching/paying attention to him. And finally, fed up after months of sitting back and just silently observing Cloud falling into emotional ruin, Angeal finally intends to do something about it, honor be damned.

Main ship is Cloudgeal. Side pairings are Zerith, Rude x Tifa (don’t judge me, y’all, I ship SO MUCH this fandom), and possibly many more. Angsty, fluffy, romantic, and with a ridiculously happy ending where everyone reaches a happy, healthy understanding. Will most likely be either a three-shot or a six-shot.

Omegaverse SOLDIER AU (let me liveeeeeee, dammit!)

After failing to get into SOLDIER three times in a row (the max amount of times one can attempt in their lifetime) and having his childhood dream of becoming a hero shattered like glass, Cloud, a Beta cadet, is more than done with SOLDIER and everything to do with the corrupt Shinra Corporation (Uh huh. Suuuuure).

This opinion is only further solidified when Cloud discovers the tragic fate of his hometown: Nibelheim, in an “unprecedented” explosion of its Mako Reactor, burns to the ground, resulting in the deaths of Cloud’s mother and every single person Cloud grew up with. With no home to return to, Cloud, following his best friend Zack Fair’s advice, begrudgingly decides to join the Shinra military as an infantryman and work as a menial grunt for the military’s more prominent SOLDIER members.

That is, until one day during a mission Cloud’s entire unit, including a group of skilled Third and Second Class SOLDIERS assisting them, are slaughtered in a brutal, bloody conflict, leaving Cloud the only one left alive after the mission’s end.

This not only catches the eye of the Director of SOLDIER himself, but several of its First Class members, who are so impressed with the Beta’s strength that they wish to assess Cloud’s capabilities for themselves, personally. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

This leads Cloud down a path filled with convincing lies and hard truths as he discovers the reality of his origins, unveiling secrets about Shinra and his past that he could have gone a lifetime without knowing. He realizes the hard way that sometimes what you dream for, what you desperately wish for, isn’t always something you want in the long run.

Main ships are a tie between Sefikura and Clack/Zakkura (possibly Sephiroth/Cloud/Zack or maybe even a love triangle, ew). I also really wanna try writing out Strifesodos, but I’m leaning towards Banorashipping as a side ship in this cuz its cute and passionate.

A S T R O N G side ship in this is going to be Aerti (featuring Turk!Tifa and Full Cetra!Aerith), along with minor ships like Scarlet x Elena, Tseng x Rufus, and honestly who knows anymore, lol. This will most likely be the longest story on the list, I’m planning for at least ten+ chapters.

Also, not shaming it in any way, but just FYI for the people who are interested, there will be no pregnancy in this story. It’s just not my thing. <3

Again, all of these AU’s are subject to change, but I’d love to bounce ideas back and forth and see what certain shippers would like to see in the fandom. I’m really receptive to discussing fics in general, even if its an idea about one of your own stories you wanna talk about. :)

If you actually read all of that, THANK YOU KINDLY! <33333

#Sefikura #SephCloud #Clack #Zakkura #Cloudgeal #i'm seriously so angry about this tagging thing #WHY IS IT NOT WORKING #*SCREAMS*#IM JUST TRYNA LIVE DAMMIT #why did this post disappear #I THINKS ITS BECAUSE OF CERTAIN KEYWORDS #this is a travesty #I NEED ANSWERS #the text is wonky too #UGHHHHHH

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darlinglissa · 4 years

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i req something w our girl steph. anything u want babe

shelby!!!! thank you, i love this! writing it was so much fun, i had a blast. steph is my queen, i love writing her. i took some inspo from jay’s (@wisdom-walks-alone) batfam quiz, specifically steph’s aesthetic answer about a 24 hour diner at 2 am.

link to my ao3 collection!

Bells jingle overhead as they stumble through the door, and they’re still trying to quell their laughter when the waitress behind the counter tells them to pick a seat anywhere. She has a small smile on her face as she says it, gesturing to the empty booths throughout the diner.

Steph walks with a purpose before plopping down at one of the vinyl booths beside the window to the quiet night outside. Jason and Dick follow suit dutifully, Damian trailing behind slowly while looking at the dinky diner in distaste.

She’s sure they must look out of place in their various crime-fighting garments, but she’s learned that if you walk with purpose and confidence you’ll never look out of place.

As Jason slides in next to Steph, Dick takes a seat across from her and gestures wildly for Damian to join him. “C’mon, Robin!”

He does as he’s told and gingerly sits on the padded bench, but not without a wrinkle to his nose.

Steph rolls her eyes. “It’s a diner, not a dive bar, kid.”

Jason chuckles, nudging Steph with his elbow, and says, “Not much better, if we’re bein’ honest.” The waitress stops at the end of the table with four menus and a tray of four glasses of water, eying the masked vigilantes with mild amusement as she hands them out. “Thank you, ma’am.”

The waitress nods with that amused smile still in place and says, “Let me know when y’all are ready to order,” with a wink at Steph before walking back to the counter.

Dick looks up from Damian’s squirming form to tilt his head at Steph and Jason. “Like we’d ever be allowed to set foot in a dive bar, let alone with Robin in tow.” He punctuates his statement with a pointed finger at Damian and a crooked smile. “B would roll into an early grave.”

Steph laughs, her mask digging into her cheeks. “Well luckily for me, B’s not my boss. I can go wherever the hell I please.” She barely spares the menu a glance before setting it aside carelessly.

She’s responded with indignant sputters from Dick and Jason.

“He is not my boss, Blondie—”

“We were partners, and now we’re equals—”

Damian chimes in with, “Batman has no control over me—”

Her laugh becomes louder, causing more sputters, but she cuts them off. “Are you ready to order or what?” Steph’s grin is nothing short of shit-eating, and only entices glares from the boys — grown, semi-grown, and still-growing — at the booth. She cocks an eyebrow at them, taking a sip of her water, and they just grumble and glare at their menus.

She hears Jason mutter under his breath, “Says the girl wearing bat ears,” but maturely ignores him with a swift kick to his shin under the table.

A black-clad hand waves the waitress over, Steph’s grin never leaving her face. “Heya, Sylvia. I’ll take my usual, thanks, and whatever the boys want.” She turns her gaze on them expectantly.

Jason looks up with that mischievous street kid smile that he never grew out of. “A cheeseburger with a side of fries, please.” His menu is put on top of Steph’s in the center of the table, and Dick picks them up seamlessly.

Fingers push the menus into a neat pile in his grip. “A stack of chocolate chip pancakes, thank you.” He hands her the stack of menus with a flourish, and Sylvia takes it with a glance at Steph that says Is this guy real? She shrugs; Dick’s never been one she’s positive is real, the entire time she’s known him. It’s the circus in him, that need to please an audience, Steph guesses.

“An egg whites omelette with mushrooms and tomatoes.”

He’s real.

Damian turns his nose up when Sylvia glances at him after jotting his order down. His mask enhances the distant snootiness, and Dick smoothly pushes his face back with a charming smile at her. His hand muffles Damian’s protests as he hands the last menu to her.

“I’ll be back with your orders,” she says with a wry smile, heading over to the chef’s window, her head slightly shaking as she goes.

Steph’s foot reaches all of their shins in succession, ignoring their cries of surprise. “I have to come back here, doofuses. This is my regular spot. Just because we happened to cross paths and decided to have a pow-wow doesn’t mean you can ruin the best waffles on this side of Gotham for me.”

Jason puts his hands up in surrender. “I didn’t do shit!” He’s met with a glare that has him rolling his eyes.

Before he can continue, Damian says, “Don’t worry, we won’t ruin your ever-so-good ‘reputation’ at this establishment, Brat-girl.”

“What he means to say—”

“I meant what I said—”

“—is that we’re happy to be here,” Dick finishes with a bright smile, as if Damian hadn’t spoken.

Placated for the time being, Steph leans back against the old vinyl booth. She wasn’t exaggerating; this is her spot. Something about the cracked vinyl seats, the broken jukebox in the corner, and the flood lights overhead that could blind you if you looked at them longer than ten seconds just calmed her. Sylvia’s almost always on shift when her patrol route finishes, and Jerry in the back makes waffles that rival the ones her mom used to make when she was little and had the time to spend with her daughter.

It may not be in the best side of town, or the best neighborhood, but it feels a little like what she’s always thought home should feel like.

Jason seems to recognize the look in her eye as her gaze roams the diner, dropping the subject for her. “Riddler is giving B a run for his money this week, huh?”

That startles a laugh out of Steph, bringing her back to the booth. “Eddie’s stepping up his game, good for him.” She fiddles with her straw wrapper, hands fidgety.

“Only you would be happy for a villain,” Damian sneers, but there’s no real heat behind his words.

Sylvia comes by with a large tray, setting the meals in front of them one by one. “Let me know if I can get y’all anythin’ else.” She goes back to the counter, pulling a book from below and settling down to read.

There’s relative silence as they all dig into their food, Steph drowning her waffles in syrup and then Dick drizzles it lightly over his pancakes.

There are two kinds of people in this world, and Steph doesn’t trust Dick’s kind.

Damian is uncharacteristically complacent as he eats his omelette. Steph won’t look a gift horse in the mouth, it’s not her style, but she eyes him a bit. He notices and stiffens. “What?”

“Is it to your approval, your highness?” she teases lightly, taking a bite of her waffles then gesturing to his plate with her syrupy fork.

His shoulders tense up slightly, but he nods. “It is acceptable.”

With a nod, Steph takes another bite. “Good,” she says through her mouthful.

Damian’s lip curls, but he refrains from commenting. Dick looks mighty pleased with this progress, and eats his pancakes with more enthusiasm.

Jason and Dick make quick work of their food like the boys they are, while Damian eats his neatly and efficiently like the little weirdo he is.

Steph finishes her waffles as Sylvia comes by with the bill, and she and Dick race to put their credit cards on the table. Neither card had their name on it, per se, but it was in their wallets nonetheless.

“B isn’t my boss, my ass,” Jason mutters as he watches them fight to pay without really paying. “You waste his money like he is.”

Steph swivels to fully face him. “Waffles are never a waste, Hood.”

He shrugs her tone off and slides out of the booth. “Thanks for the burger, Blondie.” He waves a hand out as he walks out.

Dick pouts, looking down at his card that had won the battle, but hadn’t really gotten the victory. Steph smiles smugly at him, handing her card to Sylvia without looking away from him.

“Well, time to head home, kiddo,” Dick says, ushering Damian out of the booth. “We should do this again, Batgirl.” He winks, before putting a hand on Damian’s shoulder and guiding him out of the diner.

Sylvia hands Steph her card back, not having really needed it with the card already on file. “They’re something else, Batgirl.”

Steph chuckles. “Aren’t they?” She watches as Damian shrugs Dick’s hand off of him, but stays close to his former Batman as a true Robin would. Jason starts to disappear into the shadows of his home neighborhood, but he flashes a smile at her when he notices Steph’s eye. “They really are.”

#mel writes #mel's 100 #dc #steph brown #batgirl #jason todd #red hood #dick grayson #nightwing #damian wayne #robin #my writing #shelbychild #my darlings #shelby the light of my life

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drowninginblox · 3 years

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Thrown into It

Part: 1,2,3,4,5, 6, 7, 8

Part 9: Titles at Momo’s

How the fuck did I get here? We were just going over math damn it. Why did we have to train my powers? It’s not like I’m gonna be a pro hero! I’m not main character material after all. Have you seen what I'm packing? All bone and fat. No muscle to this bitch. “Y/n! Cmon! Keep your head out of the clouds!” Ochako called from the front. I can only nod my head and try not to faint. Right now me and the main character gang are walking to Momo’s house. Apparently this is an impromptu sleepover. Momo told us that she’ll cover everything we needed so now we’re just walking. Don't worry the cast dragged me to the local train station before hand and Inko was cool with this somehow. What even is this? “Y/n? Are you alright?” I hear before Tenya- fuck I mean Iida nudge me. It’s so weird acting like a stranger to people you already know. “Oh, um.. Y-yeah just a little.. I don't know how to explain it? Anxious?” I try to look at him but his straight laced demeanor and overall physic is intimidating in itself. “There is nothing to worry about though! Surely Midoryia has told you that we are trustworthy!” He declares while chopping his hand around. I try to hold in my laugh but fail miserably. “Did I do something funny?!” He shouts defensively while chopping more. Fuck its just as funny in person-. I feel eyes fall on me as I just keep laughing. “I-oh holly crap- fuckin give me a minute holy shit-” I takes deep breaths while the group mumbles something about me being weird. “S-sorry- Just.. The fucking hand chops kill me- you remind me of C3PO..” I whip a tear from my eye but when I focus back on the group they all look clueless as to what I was saying. “Um.. Y’know? Star Wars?” I prompt but all look just as clueless. Does this universe not have star wars? “What's that?” Tsuyu asks with a small kero. I couldn't only stare. “Just the greatest movie franchise to grace the planet! Yknow- fuckin-” I cover my mouth and inhale deeply. “Luke, I am your father!” They all glance at each other. “Y/n is it something from your home?” I feel my eye twitch but give up. “Yeah it is, and it's amazing.” I sigh. “What might it be about?” Tokoyami asks. His eyes widened at my overwhelming joy. Midoryia chuckles and smiles along with me. “Now you did it-” Before tonight Izuku made the mistake of asking me who my favorite hero was.

The rest of the journey was me basically explaining all of star wars to them without giving the major spoilers. At some points they had to smack me since in my excitement I was babbling nonsense. Ochako, Tsuyu, and Momo seemed to be the most invested in it from what I could tell. “Does the princess ever go home?” Ochoko questions. Momo interrupts me with a pointer finger. “There it is!” She announces at the sight of the gates. She runs up ahead of us and speaks into the microphone. Not even two minutes later and the gate opens up to us, two white golf carts not too far behind. “Dude how rich are you..?” I mumble into the open air. She only laughs. I turned to Ochoko, then to Izuku, both of whom shook to the core over how long the driveway was. “My goodness! You have golf carts too Yaoyorozo?” Tenya acquires when two while golf carts pull up to the gate. The fuck even is this bull shitery? “Only for when I’m lazy.” She defends before hopping on the back of one of the carts. We all follow suit and within a few minutes we are in front of a behemoth of a mansion. “Welcome home everyone!” She cheers. The carts come to stop at her front door and holy fuck I am too intimidated to move.

Everyone gets out of the carts while me and Ochoko take in the sight that is Momo’s home. It was larger than my house, that's for sure. It was also weastern, made of what looked like marble with stone accents near the front door and side of the house. The windows were large and peaking from the roof were two brick chimneys. “Are you two going to stay there all night?” Tenya called with what looked like a cocky smile. “Oh shush Mr. My brother is a pro hero!” I called playfully. His cheeks flashes a bright red and turns to Midorya while I slowly get up, help a dazed Ochoko in the process, and make my way to the front door. Izuku was mumbling about every small detail while Tsu and Tokoyami were notably quiet through this whole ordeal. Momo turned to us and smiled. “My mother and Father are out of town, visiting friends and the likes, so we have the whole house to ourselves!” She rings the doorbell and not even a second later, it opens to a maid. I could feel my face heat up at the sight of any of the main characters in that outfit like that, even though it wasn't that revealing. “Y/n are you okay?” Tokoyami asks about my flushed face but I just cough it off. “Oh my! Are you catching something?” Momo asks before turning to the maid. “Please get them some hot chocolate and hot tea! Also prepare my room with extra blankets, clothes, and pillows.” The young woman bows before walking away from us. “You didn't have to-! I'm not sick!” I tried but I was silenced by Momo rushing to me and covering my forehead with her hand. I jumped at how close we were. “You're burning up! C'mon! You can have a guest room.” She makes some medical masks for the group but Tsu backs me up. “Momo I think you’re overreacting.. Kero.” But she doesn't stop to hear reason, only dragging me through her maze of a house and shoving me into a room. “There should be a maid coming. Once she’s here she’ll give you something to wear.” And before I could say anything she closed the door. What the fuck. Why the fuck. I thought this was the training arch not the filler episode. I swear to god if one of the boys walks in on me changing I will murder.

Thank god that wasn't the case. A maid got me some silk jammies and directed me to another room. It wasn't until I walked in did I realize it was Momo’s room. And holy crap was she a hero fan damn- I’m talking hero’s of all shapes and sizes. Ethnicities and races. Genders of all kinds. Some of the posters were black and white while others were neon and vibrant. All were framed and signed on the wall parallel to the door. “Holy-” I started but Momo caught me. “Y/n! It's good to see you out first!” She says just loud enough from her king size canopy bed. Her bedroom- in length- was the size of me and Midoryia’s rooms connected and then some. On the wall to my right were instruments, a desk, and cubicles for storage while the rest of the room was empty. Well scratch that, there was a rug. But it was small and a bright white, a needed contrast with the equally white was and dark floors. “Yeah.. um.. How do you know my size..?” I ask while motioning to my pjs. She laughs lightly. “Cmon! Come sit on my bed!” OKAY just leave me in the dark on that creepy fact then. Wordlessly I wander to the bed and take a sit right beside her. “So Y/n, tell me about yourself.” I glance up at her and play with my hair. “I'm not that interesting, trust me.” She waves a hand dismissively. “Oh please! There must be more to you than your quirk! I know I’m more than mine!” She assures. I kick my legs and think for a moment. “I'm a big nerd. I love fantastical worlds, and possibilities that probably won't happen. For better or worse.” I say with a nervous chuckle. “Really?” She asks. I nod and humor her. “YEah- I uh.. I write, draw, sing, creative stuff mostly. But I don’t think I’m that creative honestly.” She loosens her posture. “Well then, prove it!” I jumped at her request. “O-Oh um- I don't think-”

“Madam, the other guests are ready!” A maid calls after a knock. Momo sighs “Let them in then!” With that the maid from before lets in the rest of the group, all in t-shirts and pajama pants/ shorts. Aside from Iida. He has a classic set of pajamas and a nightcap to go with the ensemble. “Thank you so much for the pj’s Momo!” Ochoko says with a smile, rushing up to us and hugging her in gratitude. “Oh it’s no problem at all.” “What were you guys talking about kero?” Tsuyu prompts. “Oh-” Momo starts but i cut her off. “Oh nothing interesting!” She glances at me and lightly slaps my arm. “Nonsense. Y/n was just telling me about their hobbies. Apparently they write and do art!” Tokoyami perks at this. “What do you write L/n?” I scratch the back of my neck “Ahahahaha- wouldn’t you like to know..” Tenya’s eyes narrow. “Certainly nothing unsavory? Right Y/n?” Fuck his glasses are reflecting light- f u c k. “Oh nooooo! Nothing like that. Mostly self indulgent romantic crap, some angst-“ Izuku gasped. “Y/n! You write angst!?” Of course Midorya’s the only one who knows that I’m talking about. “Strange. Why is your face a rose then?” Tokoyami teases. His tone says otherwise but that knowing glance is dangerous. “Ahahahaha- Tokoyami you jokester-” I get up close to him and say through my teeth. “You cant out me like this man-! Not here!” Over my shoulder I hear Ochoko laugh. “You remind me Jiro-chan, Y/n. She always gets flustered like this when she’s embarrassed.” I back up from Tokoyami and turn to the group. “Wait what?”

“Oh! You don't know Jiro, but she's so smart and talented.” Ochoko says. “Oh yeah, I know her.” I say casually but when I see Momo’s eyes widen I try to recover. “Me and my dad saw her on the TV. Y'know during UA’s annual sports festival. She had dangles on her ear lobes right?” I scratch the back of my neck for a moment to sell it. Thankfully Momo took the bait because she slowly nodded. “That’s her. She is very smart. Don’t underestimate her when you meet her.” Tyu nods. “What was her score on the midterms?” Midorya hums for a moment. “I don't remember if she told us, but she was up there in ranking..” Before Izuku could go on a mumbling tangent, Iida inquired on the subject. “Seventh in class ranking I think.” The group hums in agreement before turning back to me. “What were you on about before Y/n?” I think a moment before remembering. “Oooh!” I snapped my fingers. I exhale a little at my idiocy. “I just forgot that you guys use titles normally. I was just a little confused.” Tenya’s glasses brightened in the light. Crap. “Shouldn’t you have researched on Japanese culture before you came to Japan Y/n?” He gets up close to me as he says that. “Uhh well.. yasee- I was kind of in a rush to get here and I don't have a phone anymore.. My dad thought it would be a great idea to take away my phone before I go to a whole ‘nother country soooo..” Great job Y/n. Nothing like feeding into the idiot father trope. Dad would be so proud of your creative genius. “And I've been so busy with school and my room..”

“Wow.” the group mumbles. “YEeeeah.. Not the brightest bulb.” I mumble dryly. “Well, surely we can teach you a few things.” Midorya counters. “No one is hopeless unless they don't bother to try! And you want to try don't you?” He says with that signature baby boy smile. I laugh a little at that bright fire in his eyes. That want to help is gonna make him a great hero one day. “Of course! If you guys can teach me that is.” I looked over at the group. Collectively they nod. Que the anime montage.

I was woken up by Midoya at twelve. Am not pm mind you. Momo was kicking us out. “I’m sorry! My parents just called and said they were on their way back home as we speak!” She defended sadly as me and Midorya were finishing up getting our shoes back on. Apparently because of my sleeping habits, Midorya had to watch all of his other friends leave until it was just him and Momo alone in her house together. “Dude, it's okay. Calm down.” I said with a slightly worried smile. Midorya was patiently waiting for me outside with a new duffle bag of his clothes for the night before and some new ones that Momo gave him this morning. “It was an honor staying here for the night Yaoyorozo-sama.” I say with a bow once both my shoes are on. She gasps, a light blush covering her cheeks from the title. But she smiles nonetheless. “It is an honor to meet you too, Y/n-san. And please, call me Momo.” She says with a smile, bowing after. We both rise and I smile back to her before walking out the door. “Y/n-chan, what took you so long?” Midorya asked. “Nothin. Just telling Momo thank you. And chan? Really?” He laughs. “What? Don't like being babied?”

“Oh screw you.”

#mirio togata x reader #mha #mha izuku #midorya izuku #deku #momo yaoyozoru #bnha fanfiction #bnha mirio #uraraka ochako #fumikage tokoyami #tenya lida #tsuyu asai

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zanesgirlfriend · 5 years

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Banana Bread | Jeff Wittek

Requested by anonymous: another jeff imagine but where people have been stalking their address and they break in OR jeff has another prison scare and tries to keep it from the reader because he doesnt want her to be involved x

I chose to do the first one!! i also went fuckin ham on it and made it hella angsty and crazy so I hope u dont mind

TW: stalking, kidnapping, shit like that

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It started with y/n looking over her shoulder. Little ruffles in the leaves, flashes in the windows at night. She felt like someone was watching her.

"Y/n, nobody's outside." Jeff reassured her as she peered out the window. "And if they ever tried to hurt you I'd kick their ass." He smiled before dragging her back down into bed with him. She snuggled into him, feeling the comforting sense of security as his strong arms wrapped around her.

It was eating away at her. She'd never had these feelings before, and she just knew that something was wrong. The thoughts spiralled around in her mind. What did they want? Her or Jeff?

"What if they're following you, not me?" She asked him, crunching on some toast and spinning lightly on her stool. He looked at her, slightly annoyed with the subject.

"Nobody's fuckin' stalkin' us." His tone was loud, but not aggressive. She stopped spinning the stool and glared at him.

"Okay, but what about the flashes in the window?" She asked, as if he could dispute it. They both saw them.

"Lightning." He sat down next to her and started to eat.

"Lightning, every night for a week, and only in one window?" She raised her eyebrows. "You're just in denial." She huffed and took another bite of toast.

"What do you mean, 'denial.' Denial about what?" The piece of bacon between his fingers waved around the air as his hands moved. Y/n took a sip of orange juice before answering his question.

"You always focus on the positive side of life. Like, the optimistic side." She started. "You're in denial that something could go wrong. That something bad could be happening."

The reality and seriousness of the situation finally started to hit Jeff. "Well, we can't really do anythin' about it, can we?" He rubbed her back as they both thought about what they could do.

"I guess we just wait it out." And wait it out, they did.

She wasn't supposed to be home that day. Nobody was. Her and Jeff's apartment was normally always full of people, in and out, all day long. Whether to shoot a video, walk Nerf or just hang out. Today was His one chance. Everyone was supposed to be either at work, on a hike, or with friends. Even Nerf was gone. But y/n missed her alarm, and her manager told her just to stay home.

She was asleep on Jeff's side of the bed, head under his pillow, buried in blankets, being comforted by his scent even in his absence. That's why He didn't see her. It was the creak in the balcony door that woke her up.

Her heart was racing. Jeff wouldn't be home until after dark, so she knew something was up. She turned her phone on silent and hid under the blankets while she called Jeff.

Jeff didn't pick up.

She heard Him enter the room so she tried to stay as still as possible. He went about his business. Taking pictures of everything and making his way into the bathroom. She heard plastic bags being opened, not knowing He was filling them with her and her boyfriend's hair. This was her only chance to escape. She crawled out of her bed, avoiding the floorboards that she knew would squeak.

She made it out of the room and looked around, attempting to find a quiet exit. There was no way she could jump from the balcony, and the front door would be too loud. She was too focused on escaping to hear Him appear behind her.

She screamed. Adrenaline and heavy breathing only allowing the chloroform to take effect more quickly.

She woke up on concrete. As she looked at the cell she was locked in, she attempted to remember everything she's seen on TV or in movies that could possible help her. There was nothing to break the lock, nothing to hit the man with, and no openings big enough for her to fit through.

"You finally woke up!" He smiled at her as he walked up to the bars, his unusually perfect teeth seemed unsettling.

"Who are you?" She croaked. She noticed her phone plugged in and sitting on a table near Him.

"I'm Jeff." The way He said Jeff's name made her angry. This prompted her to actually look over the man. He was wearing a wife-beater and Adidas track pants. His hair was slicked back, it looked like it had been recently dyed.

The more she looked at Him, the more she saw what was going on. He even had Jeff's tattoo crudely drawn in the same spot as Jeff. "No you're not. What's your real name?" She knew she shouldn't be aggressive, not knowing what He was capable of, but she couldn't help herself.

"Tomorrow morning, it will be Jeff." He remembered the legal name change he had the next day and got excited.

"Why did you take me?" She decided to calm down and change the subject, any information she could get from Him would be helpful. He smiled again, but this time his hand twitched, as if something was wrong.

"Well I wasn't supposed to take you yet," His words sent a chill down her spine. "But there was a change of plans." He sat down next to her phone, somehow knowing the password to unlock it. If she could just talk to Jeff for a moment, things would be okay.

"You didn't answer my question." She said more forcefully now. She watched him pull a small box from his pocket, placing it on the table and taking a joint from it.

"Do you want a hit?" He said as he flicked his lighter, remembering the nights he watched y/n and Jeff get high together. He wanted that.

"No, thanks." She tried to be polite, realizing the best way to deal with Him would be to cooperate and be nice. He took a hit before finally answering her question.

"Jeff had you, so I had to have you."

The only light in the room came from a small window near the top of the wall. He disappeared and she watched the sun set, thinking about all the things she needed to do to survive. It was dark when he returned.

"Get against the wall." He pointed at her, the outline of a gun in his waistband forcing her to comply. She stood against the cold concrete as he unlocked her cage. She barely noticed the rather large box he was carrying.

He placed the box on the floor and the smell of Chinese food wafted towards her. It was then that she realized how hungry she was. "I got your favorite." He said as he exited and locked her cage again.

"Thank you." She said as she went to open the box. She was very picky, and couldn't tell if she was creeped out or relieved that he knew her usual order. Inside the box was the food, a bottle of water, two blankets, a pillow, and a small toilet. One that would usually be used to potty train a toddler.

"Once we trust each other, you'll be sleeping with me." He sat down at the table with her phone on it. Opening up his own Chinese food. It looked like Jeff's usual order.

"How long have you been watching us?" She asked as she unwrapped her plastic fork, wondering if she could somehow stab him with it.

"Long enough." He said before shoveling food into his mouth. The more he talked, the more y/n noticed that he was attempting to imitate Jeff's accent.

"Okay." She said as she took a bite. The food was delicious, but she felt very unsettled, and suddenly not hungry.

"After dinner you're gonna call Jeff." The man stated as if it was nothing. Her eyes lit up. This would be her opportunity to get help.

Dinner went by slowly. She was finished far before he was, and she couldn't help but think he was eating slowly on purpose. Dragging her out longer and longer so she'll comply with his wishes easier.

"There's no service down here, so we'll have to go upstairs." The man walked over to her, unlocking the cage as she scooped up her trash. "Pull any bullshit and you'll never talk to anybody again." He grabbed her wrist tightly, before dragging her up the stairs.

It looked like something out of a movie. The stairs led straight into his bedroom closet, and into his bedroom. His bedroom was crazy. She felt her chest tighten as she saw it all.

Pictures of her and Jeff adorned the walls. Screenshots from Instagram, YouTube videos, and the pictures He took through their bedroom window. Varying degrees of nudity, times of them eating, cuddling, and even having sex. Bags of their hair. Lost articles of clothing. The bracelet Jeff gave her for her birthday, the one she cried for a week over when she lost.

Y/n tried her hardest not to cry. She had to sound okay for Jeff. "Tell him you had to visit your mother. She fell in the shower. Any mention of me and he's gonna hear me blow your brains out." His hand gripped the gun on his waist as unlocked her phone. He pulled up Jeff's contact, hit call, and put it on speakerphone.

"Hey beautiful, where are you?" The sound of his voice brought her to tears, but she held it together.

"My mom fell in the shower and had to go to the hospital, I just got off the plane, sorry I didn't tell you sooner." She'd never lied to him before, but she knew she had to.

"Okay, well call me and tell me what's up when you get to her. I miss you." His words had a new meaning.

"Don't forget to pick up more food for Nerf, and the banana bread in the fridge needs to get eaten before I come back." She told him. His heart dropped.

"We need a code word." Y/n said to him after waking up in the middle of the night.

"For what?" He asked groggily, sitting up and looking at her.

"In case something goes wrong. Like, if one of us is in danger, and we can't just say what's going on over the phone."

"That's smart. What should the word be?"

"Banana Bread."

"I love you." Jeff told her. She could hear the strain in his voice. He understood her. "So so so so so so so much. I really fuckin' love you."

"I really fuckin' love you too, I'll talk to you soon, bye." Tears fell from her eyes, all the emotions from the day's events came pouring out. Getting stronger as she looked around at all the creepy shit in this man's room.

Jeff immediately called the police. Y/n's location was turned off, and he had no idea what had happened to her. There was a whole team dedicated to her case. Jeff basically lived at the police station, trying to get any information on where she could be. They dusted the apartment, attempting and failing to find any information on the man who broke in.

Two weeks passed. Y/n and the man had developed a trust, but she was still stuck in her cage. She lost weight rapidly, going through periods where she was too in her head to eat. "When can I talk to him again?" She asked as soon as the man walked down the stairs.

"Tonight." He mumbled as he unlocked the cage. She backed against the wall as he refreshed her supplies. She noticed his shoulder. It now had an exact copy of Jeff's tattoo. It was fresh too, as if he'd just been at the tattoo parlor. It was crazy that he looked so much like Jeff, but so different at the same time.

He was missing all the little things. The way Jeff waved his hands around as he spoke, the way his accent got thicker when he was excited. The way they would wink back and forth at each other until they were both just rapidly blinking, and then bursting out into laughter.

She really missed Jeff. The real Jeff. And the night never seemed to come fast enough. She was crawling in her skin by the time He came to get her.

Jeff woke up to the sound of his ringtone. "She's calling!" He stood up abruptly and ran to the table with the investigation team.

"Pick it up." They said, doing something on the computers he didn't quite understand.

"Hey beautiful, how's your mom?" It was code for 'are you okay?'

Y/n smiled to herself, the sound of his voice made her feel happy and secure. "She's doing okay, some days are worse than others. I hope she'll be released from the hospital soon." Her words were careful and slow, giving the police enough time to find a location on the call.

"She'll probably be released sooner than you think, don't worry."

"Being with her makes me miss my dad. You two are very similar." She hoped desperately that he got the hint.

"We got it." A detective said as she pulled up a map. The call pinged off of two local towers, giving them a five mile radius of where to search. Y/n was forced off of the phone and Jeff looked at the map.

"Hey that's my apartment building." He pointed to the center of the circle area. Things were starting to come together.

"What did she mean by 'my dad reminds me of you?'" Jeff didn't understand that part of her code.

"Maybe she was talking about the man who kidnapped her. Wasn't he stalking you before she was taken? Maybe he wanted to be you." A cop shrugged her shoulders, not knowing how accurate her theory was.

It wasn't long before the figured out who the suspect was. "Jeff Wittacre. Formerly known as James Wittacre. He got his name changed. . . right after y/n was kidnapped." He lived on the ground floor of Jeff's apartment building, and they ran into each other quite a bit. They said 'hey' in the hallway, or in the mailroom, they even took their trash out at the same time. It was slightly weird how often they ran into each other, but now Jeff knew why.

"I'm fuckin' moving out tomorrow." Jeff told one of the cops as they raced over to his home. Once inside the building, they refused to let Jeff go any farther.

"You have to stay out here." The head of the team asserted. Jeff puffed up.

"No, I'm going in." He demanded. They had to hold him back as they burst through the door.

James acted as calm as possible. "I don't know what you're talking about." He would shrug as they asked where he kept her. They destroyed his apartment, throwing things, banging on walls, breaking anything they thought he could keep her in.

She was asleep when the broke in. The banging woke her up. Screaming might be the wrong move if nobody's actually there to rescue her.

Jeff broke out of the arms of the officers, strangling his copycat until he decided to answer. "Where the fuck is she you sick fuck?!" He slammed the man against the wall as the other officers found the man's bedroom.

"We found something!" Someone screamed as they noticed all the photographs of Jeff and y/n. Jeff immediately let go of the man and ran to where they were. Officers held James back, taking his gun from him.

"Y/n!" He screamed, thinking they found her.

"Jeff?!" She screamed back. She knew that was his voice. Everyone was immediately quiet. "Jeff!" She screamed more urgently. She picked up her small toilet and banged it against the wall, not caring what spilled out of it. Any noise she could make was helpful.

"Where are you?" An officer shouted, not seeing anywhere in the bedroom to hide her.

"Through the closet!" She screamed as loud as she could. The officer stormed the closet and James broke out of another officer's grip. He charged at the officer, pushing him down the stairs.

Y/n screamed in horror as she watched an officer tumble down the concrete stairs. His ankle snapped and he cried out in pain.

Upstairs, Jeff charged at James, launching both of them down the stairs. All the other officers followed them down.

"Jeff!" Y/n screamed as she saw his floppy hair. He kicked James in the stomach before running over to her, not caring how much pain he was in himself.

"Y/n!" He banged on the cage, trying anything to get it open. Both of them were in tears as officers arrested the fucked up man.

Y/n reached through the bars and grabbed Jeff's hand. She saw the tiredness in his eyes and the stress on his face. "You're okay." He told her, kissing her hand.

"I'm okay." She repeated, pressing her face into the bars to kiss him.

They broke the cage down. She was covered in piss, and hadn't showered in two weeks, but neither of them cared. Jeff wrapped his arms around her and cried like he'd never cried before.

"You're never leaving my arms again." He told her as he kissed her forehead over and over.

"Okay." She muttered into his chest before looking around. She was shaking, but Jeff helped her up the stairs.

"Where are we?" She got a familiar feeling as they exited James' apartment.

"The first floor of our building." He told her as he led her outside. She cried even harder as Jeff walked her toward the ambulance.

"You mean, I was right here the whole time?" She realized. Jeff nodded. "We're moving." She said matter-of-factly.

"I'm already ahead of you there." He smiled and held her shoulders as he looked her over. "I love you."

"I love you too." She smiled, kissing him once again.

"I'm so proud of you." He showered her with compliments. She smiled, feeling like she could finally make a joke again.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm craving some banana bread though." She smiled and let out her first laugh in weeks.

"I'll make it from scratch." He smiled before hugging her once more.

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trashinaglass-archive · 5 years

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Señorita

Y/n says fuck you, Tom

Request: YN is a singer. Tom and YN broke up so she collaborated with Shawn Mendes (SEÑORITA) as a big Fuck-You to Tom. He probably overheard that it’s spicy and it’s his reaction?? You can decide if angsty or happy ending- Creative freedom for the ending! 😋 can’t wait. I always enjoy your stuff

A/n: Confession time, technology hates me and this fic was wiped by tumblr. Love that, so here’s a reupload.

“Bro,” Sam said as he walked into his brothers flat. Tom was sat at the kitchen table, reading over a new script when the sudden voice made him look up.

“Now’s not the best time,” Tom muttered.

“You need to see this.”

“See what? Can’t it wait?” Tom asked, not really needing the distraction at the moment.

“No- not really,” he replied, pressing play on his phone before handing it off to his older brother. Tom watched in confusion as Shawn’s face appeared on screen. He began to feel irritated as he saw you, putting your hair in a ponytail before looking at Shawn.

“I can’t watch this,” Tom said, anger rising as he watched Shawn hover over you on the bed. “What’s she trying to do, fuck with me?”

“I’d say she’s doing just that,” Sam nodded, seeing a recommended video.

Y/n sends ex-boyfriend Tom Holland a big F-U

“Singer Y/n just released a steamy music video with Shawn Mendes- a video that may be aimed at her ex-boyfriend. Y/n and actor, Tom Holland, went through what seems like a pretty nasty breakup. While at a Q&A during one of her preconcert events, y/n said ‘I did this song with Shawn to show people that there is a place for fun and a place for love ... I personally prefer fun after being dragged through the mud.’ Poor girl! We hope she recovers from this heartbreak and returns to her happy, usual self soon.”

“Yeah,” Tom scoffed. “Poor y/n. Getting fucked by the biggest sex symbol of our generation. Poor y/n.”

“Are you going to say anything?” Sam asked, concerned about his brother.

“No- what is there to say? I cheated on her, pissed her off so bad that even broken up, she still feels the need to fuck with me?” He offered. “Hell no. She can say what she wants, but I’m not adding shit.”

Tom stood up, walking out of the flat. He needed some air and to get away from everything Sam was showing him. He found himself walking into a bar, sitting at the stool as he ordered a beer. His heart began to race as he smelt the familiar perfume from beside him.

“Come here often?” You asked, ordering your own drink, neither of you looking at each other.

“Only when I need to forget,” he replied. “How’s Shawn?”

You smirked hearing the bitterness in his voice. “Great. Hasn’t cheated yet.”

“I apologized, Y/n. I told you I’m sorry and we broke up, why do you have to keep bringing it up?” He snapped, sick of the reminder of the horrible thing he’d done.

“Because I want you to remember. I want you to remember my face, my voice, my tears. I want you to remember how angry you are with yourself so that when you find another girl that’s willing to date you, you won’t do the same shit to her,” you admitted to him. His head hung as you spoke. “Tom, you aren’t what you’ve done. I have every faith you won’t cheat on anyone again, but I need you to remember for that to happen.”

“Why’d you leave then?” Tom asked, finally looking at you. “If you ‘have every faith’, why’d you leave?”

“Because as much as I believe in you, I also don’t trust you,” you answered. “I’m not putting myself through any more shit.”

“How’s Shawn?” Tom asked again, trying to get the subject away from him. “He’s treating you well?”

You nodded your head, “yeah.”

“Good,” Tom replied. “I don’t care where you stand with me- if he hurts you, I’ll kill him.”

“I know,” you smiled sadly. “Check please,” you caught the bartenders attention.

“No, I got it,” Tom said, the bartender nodding his head giving him the check with both of your drinks.

“Don’t get too comfortable here,” you said, patting his arm once. Tom watched as you walked away, jaw clinching when he noticed Shawn join you at the door.

“Sounds like you lost a good one,” the bartender commented. “Any chance of winning her back?”

“No,” Tom answered feeling tears stinging the back of his eyes. “I’m too fucked up to win her back. She’s too good for me.”

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readbeneaththelines · 5 years

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Repentance Pt. 12

Please read all warnings!

Characters: Hitman!Jimin x Reader

Warnings: Thigh riding, sexual tension, almost smut... it’s coming, trust me.

Word Count: 2445

Jimin was a skilled hitman in one of Gwangju’s notorious Mafia families. When tragedy struck him personally, he began to regret his lifestyle. He was haunted in his dreams by the lives he took and the families he destroyed. Setting a plan into action that would change everything, he went into hiding. Can a mysterious young woman who showed up at his hideaway doorstep convince him to change his mind?

WARNING: THIS FIC HAS MENTIONS OF SUICIDE. IF THIS IS A TRIGGER, PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. ALSO IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS, AS IT IS NSFW. DON’T THINK WE WON’T KNOW IF YOU DID, WE HAVE OUR WAYS

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You tucked Jimin into the blanket, being careful not to cause him any more pain. One you determines he was somewhat comfortable, you sat at his feet and leaned against the couch. Exhaustion overwhelmed you, but you didn't dare close your eyes in case he needed you. You kept a watchful eye over him, helping him readjust with he got uncomfortable. Minutes passed into hours, evening dawned into morning. Your eyes fluttered closed only to be snappier back into wakefulness when Jimin finally woke up and spoke.

"Can you help me? I need to get up."

You stood up, offering you hands for him to pull himself up with one hand. One he was steady, you silently followed him as he made his way to the bedroom. He eyes the bed, then turned to you.

"Come lay down with me, please. U know your tired, and we both need good sleep." He waited as you came up beside him, taking him arm as you guided him to the bed.

"Let me fix you something to eat. You need to keep up your energy. We can sleep afterwards." After sitting him down on the bed, you aided in lifting his legs one the bed and pulled the covers up over him. You turned to leave, but he grabbed your wrist. You turned to face him, a week smile on your lips.

"I'll be right back, we are safe for now. Just try to rest." You encouraged him to sleep while you fixed something small for him to eat.

You brought some jerky and broth back in, her account at the sight of him. He was set up against the headboard, head falling forward as he softly snored. He had to be uncomfortable. You set the food down, gently pushing his head back into the pillows. You examined his wound, making a note to clean them both again. He roused awake, looking scared briefly, before the look was quickly gone.

"Eat Jimin, then we are going to clean those wounds." He nodded, then slowly began to eat as you sat beside him and handed him bits of jerky and the cup of broth. When he was done, he sat himself upright.

"I don't think I ever thanked you for risking your life to save me."

"You don't owe me any thanks. I want going to let you get away that easily, you know. After everything, I was either going to go down with you or die trying to save you. You can't always be the hero." You gave a lighthearted smile, squeezing his hand. "Sometimes you need saving too."

"Really?"

The question struck you hard for some reason. "Why do you still think you aren't? You are important to me, Jimin. You rescued me, took me in, put up with my whiney ass and still let me get close to you. You didn't have to do any of that, but you did. If you were the bad person you see yourself as, you wouldn't have done any of it. Instead, your heart has changed, even if a little. You're a kind person, Jimin. You deserve to be fought for, to be loved."

"Do you?" he asked. You looked at him quizzically.

"Do I what?"

"Do you love me?" You started at him blankly. Did you? If you listened to your heart, yes. Yes you did. But you also didn't want to scare him, make him turn trail and run.

"Jimin, I-" you didn't know what to say.

"It's okay if you don't. I'm used to it. I've kept it that way for such a long time. Keeping people away from my feelings."

"I do. I do love you. It may only be a few days, but I think I finally believe in love hitting you without warning. I'm just scared I'll push you away, scare you." You sighed heavily, looking down at his hand in yours.

"Can I try?" Your eyes meet his in question. "Can I try to love you? I haven't let myself even like anyone since my late wife. I miss it, you know. The feeling of knowing someone is there for you, no matter what. The feeling you get when they smile at you. The way my chest aches, in a good way, when I hear someone tell me they love me. I miss it."

"Jimin, I will tell you that every day if you'd allow me. I’ll love you, if you let me, for as long as I possibly can. You're stuck with me, though. Hope you don't mind."

"He lifted your hand, kissing your knuckles softly. "I don't mind one bit."

Your heart sank slightly, not hearing him say it in return. Then again, what did you expect. He needed time, time to grasp the idea once again. Time to let his walls down and let himself feel something once more.

Damn, how he wanted to say it. But the words felt foreign on his tongue, felt scary and strange. To tell someone that he loved them meant putting their life in danger.

Sensing the change in the atmosphere, you changed the subject.

"Want to try getting cleaned up? You can sit in the shower and I'll help you bathe "

With a big huff, you helped him to the bathroom. Filling a large basin with warm water. You sat him on the floor of the shower, using the soap and your hands to wash him.

Your hands were soft and gentle as you bathed him. His heart beat faster and his hands longed to touch you. Risking the chance to lose himself in you, he reached his hand up, pulling you down to him. Cupping your cheek in one hand, he leaned forward to kiss your lips ever so cautiously. Despite the fact that you had been intimate, this was different.

"I love you." He whispered, his voice shy and careful. You smiled against his lips, echoing his statement.

"I love you too." You finished cleaning him up, putting ointment on his wounds before helping him get dressed. One he was back in bed, you curled up beside him, his hand in yours as you fell asleep.

Jimin was fitful throughout the night. Tossing and crying out into the darkness. You wrapped your arm around his waist, trying to soothe him with the connection. His skin was cool and damp with sweat. You sat up on your elbow, leaning over him, bringing your head close to his ear.

“Jimin, wake up/ You’re having a bad dream.” you whispered in his ear, only to be surprised when he grabbed your wrist.

His eyes shot open, but were empty and dark. He was breathing hard, sweat glistening along his brow. Hi fingers dug into your flesh, a slight twinge of pain being felt up your arm. Feeling that he was still stuck in his dream, you didn’t dare try to wake him from it. Despite the discomfort, you placed your other hand over his, speaking soft and low.

“Jimin, it’s me. It’s Y/N. You need to wake up. You’re safe and everything is okay. Come on, please wake up for me.” After several moments, his grip loosened and he finally turned to face you. He recoiled back when he realized he had you in his grasp.

“I-I’m sorry. I. I was dreaming that he had taken you. That I couldn’t get to you.” His breathing was fast and ragged. He was shaking and pale. You gripped his hands in yours, assuring him that you were okay and nothing was going to happen. You helped him change from his sweat soaked clothes, checking his wounds in the process.

When you were finished, you settled back down on the bed next to him. He reached out for you with his good arm, motioning for you to come closer. You nestled into his arm, resting your head on his upper arm. He sighed into your hair, his arm tightening around you. You lifted your head to look up at him, his eyes closed and breathing finally calm and steady.

“I was thinking. We can’t stay here for long. If he found us, then they can find us again. We need to get out of here as soon as you are feeling up to it.” You tried t ease your racing heart. The thought of something like this happening again scared the shit out of you.

“Yeah. Maybe tomorrow we can find a way out of here safely. There is one other place we can go, but it’s a bit of a ways away.” He hadn’t been to that place since right after his wife had died. He only went there to drown his sorrows and build his walls up. Going back there meant going back to those old memories. It meant facing his past one more time, a past he wanted to forget.

“We’ll talk about it in the morning. Right now, you need all the rest you can get. Now let’s try to sleep.” You snuggled closer to him, being careful not to hurt him.

His lips pressed a soft kiss to your head. You smiled to yourself. You turned your head, planting a tender kiss to his shoulder. You had to fight back the carnal need growing in your stomach. You wanted to show him how much he meant to you, but of course that would have to wait. Still, you wondered if it would be different since you both had admitted your feelings to each other. As if reading your mind and body, he rolled over to his side to face you.

“You know, I have been hurt worse than this. I’m not some fragile thing, Y/N. A bit broken, but not fragile. Now, if you wouldn’t mind, I think I want a proper kiss before I go to sleep. You know, something to tide me over until we can really do something.”

Your cheeks heated, your head spinning with images of just what he could do to you. Your head shook, trying hard to clear the naughty thoughts. Before you could speak, he was bending his head down to kiss you. You froze, either out of fear of hurting him or wanting to do more. His fingers tangled in your hair, bringing your lips closer to his to deepen the kiss. He growled low in his chest, a needy and hungry sound that made wetness pool in your panties. His arm was holding your against his body, his skin warming up from the heat that radiated from yours. The muscles twitched beneath your fingers as you ran your hand along his abs and up to his chest. It was perfect, the kiss, his hands, his groans mixed with your soft purrs of satisfaction. At least it was, until you felt him wince against your lips. Sudden clarity hit you like a brick wall making you pull back from his hold.

“Jimin! I-we. We can’t do this! I can’t believe us.” You giggled as he gave you those adorable puppy eyes.

“But, I was really, and I mean really, liking where that was leading.” He smiled as he tried to pull you back into another kiss.

“I would never forgive myself for taking advantage of you in your condition.” You bowed your head in embarrassment as you thought about what you wanted to say. “When we, make love, again. I want it to be unhindered. Not worrying about you getting hurt more or something.”

With a sigh, Jimin leaned back into his pillow. “Fine. But let me tell you one thing. When we do get together again, I am not letting you go until you can’t move. I want to hear that sexy voice begging for me to stop. I want to make you cum over and over until your entire body is spent.” You looked at him in shock, hearing those lewd words coming from his mouth.

“If you keep talking like that, Park Jimin, I may not be able to control myself.” The devilish gleam in his eyes had you melting under his touch.

“That’s my plan, beautiful.” with that being said, his lips claimed your in a fevered kiss. His tongue swiped over your bottom lips, begging for you to let him enter. YOu couldn’t help but relent to his silent request, parting your lips ever so slightly. He tasted of salty, sweet heat, and you were soon throwing your leg over his thigh. He felt the wet warmth between your legs, your needy cunt pressed against his muscular thigh. Your hips rolled, sliding your slick coated sex along the hard length of his thigh as he pressed his leg up to meet your movements. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you up and onto his leg. His slender yet strong fingers dug into your hips. You wanted to protest, but your body wouldn’t let you. You needed him any way you could get him. And he needed you. He wanted to give you just a taste of what he could give you when he could finally give you all of him.

Holding you on him, he guided your movements as you rocked back and forth on his tensed thigh, grinding your pussy until your clit received the friction it needed. Jimin’s thigh was glistening from your juices, and he just had to have a taste. Reaching one hand between your legs, he teased your clit with two fingers, pinching it with just enough pressure to elicit a loud moan from you. After torturing your clit until your shivered under his teasing, he brought his fingers to his mouth, letting his tongue swirl around them and sucking your juices off them with a loud pop.

“That’s it baby. Fuck yourself on me. I want to feel you cumming all over me.” his words of encouragement had you coming undone without warning. Your orgasm ripped through your body, you legs quivering as they squeezed his leg between them. He brought you down, peppering you with kisses down your neck and across your chest as you came down from your high. You fell to the side, making sure you didn’t fall onto him. Once you were calm and firmly grounded back to earth, you got up and grabbed a discarded shirt. You wiped his thigh of your slick before cleaning yourself up. After discarding the shirt back to the floor, you crawled back into the bed, flopping down next to Jimin. You scooted yourself up to him, wrapping your arm around his waist as fatigue came over you. The last thing you remembered was him whispering praises in your ear.

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ashis2gay4u · 5 years

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First Burn, A Modern Valdangelo Hamilton! AU

When Nico di Angelo first saw him from across the room, he felt his heart doing back-flips and front-flips against his rib-cage. He turned to Hazel, who now stood next to him, and whispered, "That one there, the elf-ish boy... That one is mine; he has to be mine."

Hazel smiled, her golden eyes flashing with something Nico couldn't quite place, before she turned and headed off towards the boy in skinny jeans and suspenders.

Nico watched helplessly, mind racing, "What..."

What is she doing?

"Where are you taking me?" the boy asked.

"I'm about to change your life," Hazel said, smiling warmly.

"Why, lead the way~" he replied, smirking.

Nico let out a gasp when she led him right over to him.

Their eyes met, brown versus ebony.

Nico felt his heart stop.

Helpless, he thought, helpless against those gorgeous eyes.

"Hey," the boy said, and Nico, in all his glory, stuttered a reply.

"H-hey! U-uhm, N-Nico di Angelo!" he said, cheeks a bright red as he bowed.

"di Angelo, eh?"

"My brother," Hazel said, smirking.

"Oh, Leo Valdez! I'm a mechanic for Hades."

"T-thank you for ah, working so hard!" Nico said, his heart still racing.

"If that's all it took for us to meet, then it'll have been worth it~"

Nico was happy as he hung off of Leo's arm. After years of receiving love letters and sending them back, they were finally married.

Percy Jackson stepped up to the stage, laughing, face red and drunk, "Alright, alright! Let's get this party going! But first, from the maid of honor, Hazel Levesque!"

Hazel stepped up, her purple dress flowing behind her. She gladly took the mic from Percy, who patted her hair, before turning to smile at her older brother... And Leo.

"A toast to the grooms!" She said, raising her glass.

Everybody repeated what she said, laughing and smiling.

She looked around the room, and noticed Piper, Percy, and Will were already drunk, laughing as they talked among themselves.

"A toast to your union!"

"To their union!"

Nico looked so happy, but Hazel could see how Leo watched her every movement, her every word.

She brushed it off as him just listening intently.

"May you always be satisfied!"

"YASSS!" Percy and Piper screeched, earning laughter from throughout the room, as well as face-palms from Jason and Annabeth.

Hazel stepped down and went to sit with the others, sitting down next to Frank, who gently grabbed her hand.

She smiled at him, though her mind decided to wander.

She remembers that night. The dreamlike candlelight of the office party her father had hosted.

She remembered all the boys and girls falling over themselves to earn hers and Nico's praise, how many had failed.

But not Leo.

No, he had won them both over by storm...

"May I have this dance?"

Hazel jumped, whipping around to face the impishly smiling boy with chocolate skin, curly black hair tied back into a ponytail, and the warmest brown eyes she's ever seen.

Those eyes. She could stare into them all day...

"U-hm," she stuttered, forgetting her name as she stared into his eyes.

"Uhm?" he teased, smirking.

"I'm Hazel, Hazel Levesque-di Angelo."

"Leo Valdez. di Angelo, eh?"

Hazel blushed, nodding as he took her hand and placed the other on her hip, swaying them gently into a waltz of sorts.

Hazel felt complete, her chest was filled with warmth, her stomach aflutter with butterflies.

"You look like you've never been satisfied before," Leo suddenly said out of the blue.

Hazel's expression hardened, and her guards went up, "I'm sure I don't understand, you forget who you're talking to."

"I meant no ill will, I was just stating you're like me."

"What?"

"I've never been satisfied, either."

"Never?"

"Never."

Hazel couldn't believe it. There he was, perfect as can be, just like...

No, he's dead.

She turned to look to her brother as they parted ways, only to find he was watching Leo with a love-struck look.

He looked absolutely helpless.

So, she went over there and listened to him go on about Leo, and felt her face fall when he said, "That one there, the elf-ish boy... That one is mine; he has to be mine."

She knew he needed him more, so she gave up.

Her brother's happiness means more than hers, anyways.

Always.

"Where are you taking me?"

"I'm about to change your life."

"Nico di Angelo."

"Leo Valdez~"

Hazel was shaken from the memories when Percy announced that the activities will soon begin.

She turned to her brother and Leo.

Leo met her eyes for a second, only to look away and kiss Nico's forehead, causing the taller man to giggle.

At least Nico's his husband. At least she keeps his eyes in her life...

He will never be satisfied, and neither will she.

Leo knew it was a trap from the beginning. But with being promoted to the head of the work shop and with Nico and the kids gone, he couldn't handle the loneliness or the stress.

So, when Calypso came by, he didn't say no.

Gods, does he wish he did.

"Don't tell a soul," Leo snarled, glaring at Octavian and his lackeys.

Octavian smirked, turning to his brother, Luke. "Should we tell his husband? Poor, poor little Nico will be crushed!"

"I can prove I didn't steal from the company; I can prove it!"

The two brothers exchanged a look with Dakota, who seemed resigned.

The alcoholic merely shrugged, "Nobody was in the room where it happened."

"Is that a yes?"

"Uhhh... Yes," the three of them said.

"Great, I'll get started."

"Did you read the news?"

"Poor Nico!"

"He cheated on him, how ignorant-"

"Leo Valdez is a monster!"

"A cheater, too!"

Octavian and Luke watched and listened; they knew it was only a matter of time before the downfall of the enemy.

It was almost midnight when Nico di Angelo stormed into his husbands repair shop, slamming the pack of letters down onto the worktable Leo Valdez was sat at.

Leo looked up, and stared at his partner in crime in confusion, "Nico? What's wrong?"

"I saved every letter you wrote me."

"Oh? Why bring them here-"

"As soon as I read them, I knew you were mine, you said you were mine, I-I thought you were..."

Leo's eyes widened, "Nico-"

"Do you know what Hazel said when your first letter arrived?"

Leo shook his head, "No, but-"

"She said to be careful with you, that you'd do anything to survive. She was right, according to the news!" Nico's voice cracked, and he could feel his eyes watering.

Leo nearly fell out of his chair. "N-no, Nico, wait!"

"Do you know how much your words affected me? How good they made me feel? I was always so excited for the next one, your words flooded my senses, Leo," Nico said, glaring Leo down. "You built me a fucking castle made up of empty promises and broken trust disguised as love."

"Nico, just stop and listen-" Leo tried, eyes wide. He felt like he was being doused in gasoline and set on fire, the panic building up in his chest.

"I re-read the letters you wrote me, searched for an answer in every fuckin' line, looking for the answers as to when you were mine and mine alone... You published the letters she would write you, all so you could clear up where you were when all that shit happened at the company! In clearing your fuckin' name, you tarnished mine and ruined our fuckin' lives!"

Leo stood up, and took a step towards the taller man, only to have Nico step back, "Don't take another fuckin' step in my direction, Valdez!"

Leo winced. He and Nico both knew that on their wedding certificate, Leo had taken the others name.

That was a low blow, and Leo knew he deserved it.

"You told the world how you brought this girl- Calypso- into our bed! Do you know what Hazel said when she saw the news? 'You've married an Icarus; he's flown too close to the sun'. You're so paranoid about how others view you, so obsessed with carrying on your mother's legacy and work that you forget what's important!

"The world has no right to my heart! Has no right to my bed! They don't get to know what I fuckin' say on the subject!"

"Nico, please-" Leo begged, cheeks drenched in tears. He let out a hiccup, followed by an ugly sob.

Nico's tear drenched face contorted into something out of a horror movie, a look of pure pain and suffering, "As soon as somebody whispers something, you fucking scream in response!"

Leo was about to speak when Nico raised a hand, his lips breaking into a broken, watery smile, "I know about whispers, Leo, I've had them following me all my fuckin' life! Not to mention, I see how you look at my sister!"

"Ni-"

"DON'T! I'M NOT NAÏVE!" he screamed, balling his hands into fists. "I have seen women and men around you, how they fall for your charms!"

Leo sat back down, defeated as he watched Nico walk away. He returned with a torch in hand, and tossed the letters on the ground. "I'm burning the letters you wrote me; they don't mean anything now. I'm burning the memories, the last bit of proof to prove that you're a decent guy, the last thing that could've redeemed you. You can just sit there and watch."

Leo didn't say a word, merely watched, gut wrenching at the sight as Nico set them all aflame.

"When the time comes, you can explain to Maria-Bianca and Sammy what you've done, the pain and embarrassment you've put me through, how you dragged our name through the mud."

"Nico..."

Nico laughed almost hysterically, before going stone faced and ripping off his ring, tossing it to Leo, "You forfeit the right to my heart."

Leo stared at the ring as he caught it, eyes wide as he looked back up at Nico, "No-!"

"You forfeit the right to our bed."

"Nico, please just listen-"

"You sleep here instead!"

"No, I-"

"When will you learn, Leo?" Nico mused; voice soft for the first time since he got there.

"L-learn...?"

"When will you learn," Nico said, voice raising to a shrill sound, "That our children are your legacy? That I am your legacy? That we are your legacy?! When will you learn?!"

"I'll try harder, I'll do better! Please-!"

"Stand back and watch it burn. Watch all that we've built burn to the ground!"

Nico stormed off towards the door, tossing the torch aside.

He stopped with his shaking hand on the door handle, before turning to flash that same, broken smile at Leo over his shoulder, his black hair messy and tangled, his ebony eyes shattered

"I hope that you burn," he said flatly, a sob ripping itself free from his throat right afterwards.

He left, slamming the door shut.

Leo sat there, gripping the ring he held in his hand, and broke down, crying and screaming.

"Leo!"

"Hazel!"

"Congratulations."

Leo stared in shock.

"You've invented a new kinda stupid, the open-all-the-cages-in-the-zoo, kinda stupid, no, worse!"

"Hazel..."

"Do you realize what you've done, Leo?"

"IT.. It was an act of political sacrifice!"

Hazel froze, staring him down, "Sacrifice? I languished in a loveless marriage in Rome for a long time before I found Frank, and even then all I could think of was you for years!"

"Hazel-"

"But you know why I'm not with you? Because I saw how he looked when he looked at you, how happy he was! I know my brother like I know my own mind, you'll never find anybody as understanding and as kind...

“I love my brother more than anything in this world, I'd sacrifice my happiness for his every time! Nico is the best thing in our lives, so don't forget that you've been blessed with the best husband!"

"..."

"So yeah, congratulations! For the rest of your fucking life! Every choice you make is for my brother, give him the best life!"

"Hazel-"

"Congratulations."

"WHERE IS SHE?!"

Will stood by the bed, shaking his head.

"I'm sorry, Leo, but with the entry point of the wound, she-"

Leo pushed Will out of the way, rushing to kneel by Maria-Bianca.

"P-papa, I-"

"Shh, I know-"

"I did as you said, I aimed my arrows high-"

"Shh, I know, sweetheart, save your strength and stay alive, please-"

"Where's my daughter? How is she? Will she survive this?! Leo, did you know?!" Nico cried, tears running free as he knelt next to his husband, brushing the hair from their daughter's face.

"Dad, I'm sorry..." Maria whispered, coughing.

"It's okay, it's okay, shush, sweetling, save your strength."

"I remember what you taught me... How we played piano-"

"Yes, I know. You always changed the tune," Nico whispered back.

He took Leo's hand, gripping it to steady himself. Leo squeezed back just as hard.

"I always changed the tunes..."

Nico began to sing, "Une deux trois quatre-"

"Cinq six sept huite neuf-"

"Good. Une deuz trois quatre cinq six-"

"cinq six..."

"Sept huite neuf... Sept huite neuf... Sept huite-"

You could hear a pin drop in the deafening silence that ensued the death of their daughter.

Nico stood up and left, Leo in tow.

"Can you imagine?"

"How cruel can the world be?"

"If you see Valdez walking through the streets and talking to himself, don't judge, he's going through the unimaginable."

"Poor Nico. First a cheating husband, now a dead daughter."

"Shh, here comes Valdez."

"Leo, you okay?"

"I'm fine."

"Leo, we need to talk. You can't keep saying that."

Leo turned to look up at Nico, who was standing at his shoulder, "Why? You hate me."

"I don't, I could never..."

"..."

"I love you."

Leo looked up at him once again, shocked, "After all I've done...?"

"Yes, Repair Boy, after all that you've done."

Leo broke down at that, standing up and grabbing onto Nico, sobbing into his shoulder.

Nico merely picked him up and sat down, placing the Latino on his lap.

"I love you, Drago."

"I love you too, Angel..."

And they kissed. After so long, the sparks were still there.

And Leo fell in love all over again.

"If you see them walking, they're trying their bests."

"Nico called off the divorce, his father is pissed."

"Don't judge them, they're going through the unimaginable."

When Leo died, Nico was crushed.

"You always wanted more time... Now I'm stuck with just that..."

He had Hazel, up until she passed away due to a car crash.

He and Frank mourn together, and Hazel is buried near Leo and Maria-Bianca.

Nico visits them every year on their birthdays and death days.

He always leaves them roses from their garden. Always.

And for Leo, snapdragons. He was always obsessed with dragons, had managed to build a dog size mechanical one named Festus.

He and Sammy keep him company, with frequent visits from Frank and his friends.

He'll make sure the world will tell Leo's story.

{La Fin}

~Ashton Bende

#valdangelo #heroes of olympus #hamilton!au #character death

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boethiahsboytoy · 4 years

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IN DEPTH TES OC QUESTIONS: VYRTHAAL. (((if you dont feel like going for all of them, then pick your favs cos i know thats a long list but im excited to hear what you will share for the boi)))

I’m gonna do ‘em all >:3c Also thank u omg I’m so excited that Anyone’s interested in him ;w; Side note, occasionally I’ll mention Marzog who’s an orc created by @elderscrelders that found Vyr when he was hidden away and raised him, as well as Sinarwyn (aka Sina) who’s my newest OC; a former knight-paladin of Auri-El that joined Marzog and Vyrthaal on their travels when the town she once lived in was destroyed by the Thalmor.

Under a cut, RIP mobile users!

1) It’s a little unreasonable for everyone in a Middle Ages-esque fantasy to be perfectly literate, and writing with quills was considered legitimate labor! How well can your oc read and/or write? How detailed is their quest log/journal, if they keep one at all?

Vyrthaal’s parents made sure he could read and write, but unfortunately when he’s found by Marzog he can only read and write in ancient Falmer so.....doesn’t really help him much lmao. So he’s learning! He does keep a rather detailed journal, though he doesn’t write in it daily--I’d imagine he doesn’t really have time for that. But he writes in it as much as he can.

2) How educated is your oc? Did their parents teach them, did they have a tutor or were they apprenticed to a master, or did they attend a university? What university? What are they educated in? How long did their education take? (Learned skills like blacksmithing count here too!)

Vyr was nobility, so his parents wanted to make sure he was a highly educated boy. Since there’s not any lore I could find on snow elf education I’ve been kind of bullshitting everything about this BUT I headcanon that upper class mer like him would be trained by private tutors that are masters in their subject(s). When he’s later taken in by Marzog he of course is trained in blacksmithing once he’s settled in (and it helps him stop focusing on the trauma of seeing his home attacked and destroyed etc. etc.), as well as how to fight. When Sina joins them, she teaches him to hunt.

3) Does your oc have any kind of crafting skills that either aren’t in-game or don’t have as much importance in-game as they would in real life? (For example, can your oc sew or weave, etc? Are they skilled in any kind of art? Can they make jewelry or work glass? Are they musicians? etc)

Marzog taught him how to make clothes and do things like embroidery! He uses his new skills to try and recreate snow elf attire so there’s a whole orc stronghold that, when they’re not in their armor, wear elegant and pretty robes ;u; @elderscrelders says that Marzog would like to weave tapestries, and I think Vyrthaal would try to learn too. He wouldn’t be incredible at it, but he’d still like it! He’d also enjoy painting, and most definitely decorates the armor that the orcs in his stronghold wear uwu

4) What pantheon does your oc worship? If they worship the Cyrodiilic/Imperial pantheon, does that include Talos? If they secretly worship Talos, how do they justify hiding it?

I haven’t given a lot of thought to this but UESP says that the snow elves have their own pantheon. Vyrthaal certainly would have worshipped them as a child, but after being found by Marzog and becoming a part of orc society, he’d feel a connection to Malacath as well.

5) How religious is your oc? Do they come into conflict with others over their beliefs? If their patron deity told them to do something extremely undesirable or against their moral compass, would they do it? Would your oc sell someone’s soul for a corn chip?

Malacath is his Dad.

That being said, he wouldn’t follow an order from any god he worships if they told him to do something against his moral code, but he’d be scared about doing so lmao.

6) Does your oc have a family of origin? How many members of their FoO are still living? Do they have a good relationship? How much contact does your oc have with their FoO? How in-the-loop is your oc’s FoO about your oc’s being Dragonborn/HoK/Nerevarine?

*laughs nervously* Uh. No. But while they were alive, Vyr’s parents were distant and not at all there for him emotionally so he didn’t have a great relationship with him. I don’t really see the point in developing them beyond that but I’d imagine they wouldn’t like the idea of him being a Dragonborn? That or use him to like...gain more power, or something.

Marzog’s stronghold on the other hand loves him like he’s one of their own, and Marzog is an amazing mom. He can trust everyone in his new family to help him when he needs it and to be supportive. With Sina he pretty much Immediately develops a close familial bond with since they’re two of the last remaining snow elves alive and she understands a lot of his feelings in a way that no one else really can, as much as they’d try to.

7) What social class was your oc born into? Did they change classes at all? How?

Oh whoops I already mentioned this :’3 His parents were fairly high-ranking nobles. Marzog’s mother was the healer and the one that would communicate with Malacath for their stronghold. So Marzog herself is fairly important, but not like. A chief’s daughter. So as her son, that would make him kind of important? But he’s also the Designated Babey.

8) How politically active is your oc? Are they obviously influential, or is their influence more subtle?

He’s.....he’s 13. Even if he did try to be politically active, I don’t think anyone would actually listen to him. Jarl Balgruff might because he seems like the sort that would, but other than that...yeah, no. He also wouldn’t be too interested in politics as an adult aside from making people Stop attacking the Falmer, and giving the Reachmen their land back. He’d be on good terms with Madanach tho, if that counts!

9) What unplayable faction would/did your oc join, if any? Why?

Do the Falmer count? Because unlike Gelebor he’d want to connect with them and make an active effort to try to help them--and he does with Kili’s clan! And as I mentioned he’d help the Forsworn, so them too I think. Off the top of my head I can’t think of any more, I think those r the only things relevant to Vyr anyway??

10) How trustworthy is your oc? Would they ever change opposing factions?

Absolutely not, Vyr is a ride or die. The only exception would be if he would be pushed to doing something seriously fucked up. A Trustworthy Boy.

11) What is your oc’s main source of income, if they have one besides plundering tombs and adventuring? If they’re mercenaries, are they part of a company?

He gets an allowance from Marzog uwu But she’d also let him keep any money n valuables they find adventuring.

12) Does your oc own their own business, and if so, what is it?

Nope, he wouldn’t really be interested in that-

13) Is your oc good with finances? Bartering? How long can they keep the money they make?

He really wouldn’t be! He’d spend all his money on like 30 sweetrolls! He’s a kid and he needs adult supervision lmfao.

14) Does your oc have any particular rivalry or mutual dislike with any NPC?

I jokingly said “literally every Nord” but for a while, that’s how it is. He was frozen while the Nord colonizers were trying to wipe out his entire race and saw them destroying his hometown before his father tried sealing him and the rest of his family away in a secret hideaway area. He sees them as murderous brutes first, people second, and it takes him a long, long time to understand that that’s technically ancient history, and that the Nords of today aren’t the people who killed most of his race. But he will always hate the Companions though I don’t know if they’d even know he exists?? They seem like they just chill in their own lil world but to be fair, I’m not that interested in them so...I genuinely don’t know lol;;

Also he will personally bite out Ulfric Stormcloak’s throat, and no one will stop him.

15) How well-liked is your oc? What is their reputation, if they’re well-known? Are they simply liked/disliked, or are they respected but feared, or personally liked but not taken seriously, etc? Do major factions consider your oc an important player?

Everyone loves him, and it’s definitely not because he has two terrifying elf moms standing behind him! :)

...which sounds like a joke, but Marzog (big beefy orc who can snap your bones like twigs) and Sina (highly trained knight-paladin that looks ready to murder 24/7) really Do terrify everyone into at least being respectful towards him.

He’d probably be well known throughout other orc strongholds, and even orcs outside of them would know about him. As soon as he learns...Anything about the Companions he would do Everything he could to wreck their shit. Needless to say he’d be hated by him. I think those are the only things I’ll go into in this ask, because this is already so long.

16) Does your oc have a horse/other mount? A pet? How did they get this animal? If they were given the animal, do they have the money to maintain it? How careful/careless are they with their animal? What do they do with their pets while adventuring, especially on dangerous quests?

When he meets Kili and his clan, Kili decides to travel with him about a year later when they’re both around 15. As a parting gift, the clan leader gives him a chaurus reaper as a companion, and he absolutely adores her. Unfortunately it’s highly unsafe for her above ground as she’d pretty much always be attacked on sight, so she does spend most of her time underground with Kili’s clan.

17) Does your oc take their time as they travel, or are they purposeful? How do they survive in the wilds, especially if they aren’t hunter-types? How dependent is your oc on civilized society?

I feel like he’d make good time travelling, but for a while Vyrthaal would hate it. He lived a very sheltered life, he’s not used to living outdoors, but Marzog (and later Sina) would help him out as best as they can. Sina would also teach him (and maybe Marzog?But she’d use that just as an excuse to be close to her) how to hunt.

18) What does your oc like to eat? How much food do they eat? Can your oc cook, and can they do it well?

He loves treats n sweet desserts, as well as the big, hearty, rich, and savory meals I imagine orcs would make! He also has a surprisingly large appetite for such a small person, but I headcanon that that’s just A Dragonborn Thing(tm) so it only sort of counts. (if he wasn’t a Dragonborn, he’d actually have a very small appetite). He can cook some basic things and roast some meat over a fire and such, but nothing super fancy.

19) If your oc is a vampire, do they go outside in the daytime? Does the daylight affect or hurt them in any way different from in-game? If they interact with society, how do they justify looking half-dead and hating sunlight? How good is your oc at blending in? Do they even like dealing with society?

He would never willingly become a vampire, and he and Sina would always wear disease immunity enchantments to avoid it (and keep potions of cure disease on hand just in case. In a modern AU, they’d also have Falion on speed dial).

20) If your oc is a werebeast, how much control do they have over their transformations? Have they ever lost control? What happened? If not, why do they have such strong control? Does Hircine ever call on them, and do they answer?

He’s also not a werebeast. I don’t think he’d be able to control it well just because he’s a kid, but I think Marzog wouldtry to help him with that, as would Sina. If Hircine were to call on him he’d answer even if he Wasn’t any sort of werebeast, being an ally of the Forsworn and all he’d probably be honored!!

21) What does your oc wear in the city/settlements? In the house? When travelling, but not adventuring or expecting combat? Do they vary their clothes depending on what hold/city they’re in? If they don’t, why not (e.g., if your oc wears the same outfit to tend their garden or lounge around the house as they did to meet Ulfric or Elisif, why?) Does your oc have a good or bad sense of fashion? How many clothes does your oc have?

In cities and towns like Whiterun, Riften, etc. he’d wear simple robes. In the stronghold he’d wear clothes that are more tight fitting and don’t have billowy bits; think plain long sleeve shirts, pants, and a vest n such. While he travels he’d always wear armor he’s forged until he’s gifted ancient Falmer armor, which he then wears. He doesn’t vary his wardrobe much as snow elves are very resistant to cold so you could see him in the dead of winter just. Wearing regular old clothes lmao. When visiting Kili and his clan, as well as other Falmer clans, he’d likely wear regular Falmer armor (minus a helmet lmao). He would dress up in finer clothes to visit any Jarls except Ulfric, he’d wear full armor.

22) How picky is your oc about their gear? Do they have different equipment for different adventures, or is it the same suit of armor for everything (not counting upgrades like from steel to ebony)?

Same suit of armor for everything (except anything I’ve mentioned above) !

23) How does your oc acquire their clothes, and from where/whom?

He makes them, for the most part. Marzog helped him forge his first set of armor though, as well as make the first few pieces of clothing. The “modern”?? Falmer and ancient Falmer sets of armor are ofc all gifted to him tho,

24) Can your oc swim, and how well? Have they ever swam in the ocean, or only lakes/rivers? Remember, it’s much harder to swim in the ocean than in a lake! If your oc is an Argonian, do they take special advantage of it somehow (e.g., do they go diving for fun/for profit, do they instinctively hide in the water, etc)? If your oc is a Khajiit who can swim, how do they get their fur dry?

He can Not swim :’) He’d actually be a little bit afraid of water. Not out of trauma or anything ut just because he’s never really around big bodies of water often so it’s just New And Scary for him.

25) How easy/difficult is it to rob your oc? Pickpocket? Bribe?

It would be impossible to rob or pickpocket from him bc of Marzog and Sina lmao (though significantly easier if he’s alone, but he gets really scared on his own so that’s rare). He also wouldn’t take bribes.

26) If your oc is part of one of the more morally questionable or outright evil factions, how do they justify it to themselves? Do they still consider themselves as morally good? How well known is their affiliation to these groups? Do they have separate personas (e.g. Dragonborn to some people, Listener to others)? Do their family/friends know? If they have separate personas, how do they keep their less than righteous activities secret?

Apparently some people consider the Forsworn to be morally questionable which, yeah I guess they Do do some Fuck Shit but. He’d be open about it, he fully agrees that the Reach is the home of the Forsworn and as such they own it, and he’s not afraid to make that known. He’d wear the armor of the Old Gods that Madanach gives him any time he goes to see any Forsworn or travels through the Rift.

27) How helpful is your oc, and why? Are they helpful or kind even during difficult situations? Are they pragmatic, or do they have a hero syndrome?

I wouldn’t say he has a hero syndrome, but he’s a sweet kid that wants to help as many people as he can! He’s not like this with everyone at first, he definitely struggles with “why should I help people that would want me dead” but as he comes to terms with this being a new era he’d slowly be a bit more...gentle. And the more he adjusts the more his sweeter, friendlier nature begins to shine through!

I think I mislabeled these a little while reformatting, bc the original post only has 26 asks???? Uh,,,Oops! Lmao but that’s all of them so it’s fine!

Thank you for sending this in I had a lot of fun answering these! I tried not to ramble too much because this is long as it is so. I guess if anyone wants me to expand on any answers they can send in an ask or smthn??

#oc vyrthaal #thank u again!!#im probably going 2 bed soon??#done-mer #ask

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pasteljeon · 5 years

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Do not tumble dry

Anonymous said: Since your box is open could you possibly do a scene where you meet yeontan, Holly and Mickey for poly BTS??? Thank u!!

Anonymous said: omg can u do a super fluffy fic with tanie?? Like he comes to live with you or something like that, thank you :D

Summary: A spa day for the Bangtan pets.

Pairing: OT7/Reader

Warnings: F L U F F; consumption may rot teeth

Length: 2.6k

Notes: I wrote this as part of the YNWA universe but it can be read separately. Reader is a lawyer and they’re in an established poly relationship. I also dunno what gender Jin’s sugar gliders are so I’m assuming they’re both male + pretend yeontan is still a baby shdshds

11/19 edit: this is just a repost since Tumblr screwed up my original one!

“Hyung is sad,” Jungkook says firmly when you pick up. Your eyebrows raise in surprise, your unconvinced hum giving away your skepticism as you leaf through documents.

“Which hyung, Kookie?” You ask, nodding your thanks at the file your assistant breezes in to drop off. “Because if this is another one of your tricks to get me to do something to Yoongi it’s not happening.”

“That was only one time!” He protests. “Plus you’re the one that agreed to it!”

“I was drunk,” you argue, leaning back and pinching the bridge of your nose as your temple throbs.

“Why are you still at work, ____? Aren’t you supposed to be resting?” Jimin’s voice comes chiming in worriedly in the background. You sigh, taking another sip of your warm honey lemon mix.

“I should,” you admit, closing your eyes. “I’m just tying up some loose ends from my last case. I’ll be home in an hour, promise.”

You know Jimin’s vying to protest so you change the subject quickly, “Which hyung is sad, Kook? Did something happen?”

“It’s Tae,” this time it’s Namjoon that replies.

You sit up instantly. “What’s wrong?”

But the leader is already amending his poor wording, “It’s nothing major, baby girl. It’s about Yeontan. He’s feeling down about not being able to be there for Tan since we’re gone so often and for so long. He’s thinking about giving him to his parents.”

You melt back into your seat. “Oh.”

“He’s just sulking now though,” Jungkook adds. Your head lolls to the side, blinking slowly as you stare at the dark cherry of your desk.

“Just give him to me,” you murmur tiredly. “I’m taking the week off anyway. He’s potty trained right? Maybe I’ll bring him to the office.”

“Really?!” You pull the phone from your ear in alarm at the eager shout. “Yay!! Thank you jagiya!”

“Don’t tell me,” you groan. “You guys planned this!”

There are a few sheepish chuckles and you growl, “Jeon Jungkook, you’re going to pay for this.”

An audible gulp.

The Pomeranian yips at you excitedly, scrabbling to escape Taehyung’s hold as he jumps down and circles your feet, barking.

“Don’t forget to—”

“Tae,” you cut him off, giving him a pointed look as you knelt to scoop up the puppy. “I’ll take care of him, okay?” You giggle when he licks you happily.

Taehyung falters, watching your interacting with a growing smile. “I’ll miss you,” he says, wrapping his arms around you, careful not to squish the fluff curled into your hold as he brushes a sweet kiss against your lips. “Both of you.”

“Don’t worry,” you whisper, pressing your forehead against his. “We’ll be right here, waiting for you.”

The first two weeks pass relatively quickly as you try to establish a routine with the growing pupper. Every morning, you wake to soft barks and wet licks moments before your alarm sounds.

Though all his equipment, toys and bed are set up in your living room, you didn’t like the idea of a fence, which was necessary at the dorms but not so much in your penthouse. Yeontan opted to take up station beside your head, leaping onto the bed every night and waiting for you to join him with gentle onyx eyes that remind you so much of his owner.

Just as you’re zipping up your sweater, Yeontan tugs on your jeans, nudging you toward the kitchen. You smile, knowing he’s reminding you to take your medication and to drink your customary cup of warm water before your day started.

You poured some kibble into his bowl before padding to the island kitchen to fix yourself a small breakfast.

“C’mon,” you say, bending to clip on his collar and leash, “Let’s take a walk!”

You swing by the café at the corner of the plaza, the morning peaceful as you bite into your croissant contentedly. You take a seat on the bench, legs swinging as you watch Yeontan tussle with the other dogs littered around the park.

“That one yours?” You look up, still chewing, to see a young man smiling down at you, motioning toward where the Pom is busy chasing a Border Collie.

“My boyfriend’s,” you say, flushing as you swallowed, dusting off the crumbs from your jacket. His smile wavers a moment, eyes flickering with fleeting disappointment.

“Ah, I see,” he says, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “It was just cute, that’s all. Just wanted to let you know.”

“He,” you correct him. “And yes, he is.” You turn to gaze at Yeontan who seems to have noticed you, barking loudly as he races toward you.

Yeontan skids to a step before you, a growl erupting low in his muzzle as he crowds you protectively. You’re taken aback, scratching between his ears as you reclip the leash. His eyes don’t leave the man who takes a step back.

“Err, nice meeting you,” he stammers, barely sparing you a weak smile as he scurries off.

You blink. “Weird guy,” you comment. Yeontan barks, already trotting away. You shrug, hurrying to catch up.

The fourth week is when things go downhill in a sad, wet, dirty splash.

It rained the night before, leaving the park drenched and muddy. The walk starts off normal—Yeontan sniffing everything and everyone that passed, occasionally barking when a bird fluttered too close.

Five minutes later, you regret every decision you’ve made leading up to this moment.

You stare in disbelief, Yeontan sitting before you, tongue out and tail wagging, seemingly unbothered by the abundance of mud, dirt and leaves smeared on his once-glorious fur.

“Oh shit.”

“Babe~” You answer with a grunt as you wrangle the whimpering pup into the tub, soothing him with quiet coos as you coaxed him in with treats.

“I’m home!” Several shouts echo through the complex, but you ignore them all as you focus on secure the wide-eyed Yeontan to the tub.

“Tan?” A sharp whistle has the Pom perking up, renewing his struggles and you sigh, ticking him beneath the chin as you murmur sweet nothings in an attempt to soothe the agitated dog that’s craning his neck to respond to his owner’s call.

“We’re in here guys!” You say in exasperation. The boys respond immediately, trampling toward your voice.

“___!” Hoseok beams. “Hi baby,” you say wearily, standing to give him a hug. He cradles you close, Namjoon leaning in to kiss one cheek, and Jin the other. Jungkook replaces him soon after, nuzzling your neck. Jimin presses his lips against your temple, Yoongi simply cocking his head, eyes crinkling as he takes your hand, squeezing lightly.

“Babe!” You sigh again, lifting your head to find Taehyung glancing between you and the puppy sitting obediently in the tub rapidly. “Were you—are you going to bathe him?”

“Yes,” you huff. “I don’t trust the groomers here to keep our secret.”

“But—but,” Taehyung sticks his lower lip out. “I can just take him to my regular groomer! I’ll just book an appointment.”

“Nuh uh,” you refuse. “I’m going to do it myself. You guys only have one day off this week and I’m not going to let it be ruined because of this.”

“Do you even know how to do this?” Namjoon asks doubtfully with a furrowed brow.

You smirk confidently, rolling up your sleeves. “Watch and learn boys. I worked as an assistant dog groomer for two summers.”

“You know what this means!” Hoseok exclaims, whipping out his phone. “No—” you start, panicked as even Yoongi brightens.

“Spa day!” Jungkook cheers.

Double shit.

It takes seven individual, excited phone calls to organize an impromptu get together. Luckily (or unluckily?), Holly, Rapmon, Mickey and Gureum were all visiting for the weekend and Jin drove back to the dorm to pick up Odeng and Gukmul with a short detour to the store to grab some apple-scented shampoo, conditioner and combs.

“Rub it in firmly,” you coach from the side, legs crossed, watching a kneeling Taehyung squirt the watered down mixture onto a very wet Yeontan and begin lathering. The idol had insisted on doing it himself, curiosity winning him over as his excitement grew.

Odeng sits on your shoulder, munching on some obscure protein-shot insect. You try not to think too much on it.

Taehyung settles into the rhythm quickly, humming to himself as he rinses the Pom down and starts on the conditioner.

Holly comes padding in, sniffing your proffered hand and plopping right onto your lap.

“Why does he like you better than me?” Yoongi complains as he follows his dog, glaring balefully but without real bite at the Poodle, a gentle smile playing on his lips.

“Because I’m just that loveable,” you sing, petting Holly. He licks your cheek, stretching his forelegs out before resting his chin on them, eyes closing.

Yoongi rolls his eyes but doesn’t disagree, taking a seat behind you, legs bracketing yours as he buries his face in your neck, sighing.

“Noona!” Jungkook’s shriek has Holly raising his head and Odeng cuddling closer in fear. You coo softly, stroking the glider’s head with a finger.

“Kookie, you can’t be that loud!” You scold the maknae when he comes into view. Your hand claps over your mouth as you let out a snort.

“What happened?” You manage to squeak out as Yoongi chortles aloud.

“Mickey happened,” Jungkook cries, gesturing wildly at his shirt that’s now splattered with … something and smelling even worse.

“Gukmul was eating on my shoulder and Mickey came in barking super loud and trying to swipe at Gukmul and he got scared and squeezed the bug all over me!” The youngest wails, fanning himself in disgust.

“Oh babe,” you say sympathetically. You nudge Holly off slowly, the dog shaking himself off and trotting back to the living room. Yoongi snickers, hands up when Jungkook glowers at him. He gives you one last kiss before making after the Poodle.

Jungkook looks at you pleadingly. You stifle a giggle at his forlorn expression and tell him to take off his shirt.

“Now what, ___?” Taehyung calls, lifting up a dripping Yeontan that barks happily at the sight of you.

“Now you dry him,” you say, pointing at a vacuum-like machine you pulled from the closet. “Just dry him in the tub. Then you can use the fluffer and comb out the knots.”

Taehyung eyes the equipment doubtfully but does as he’s told. You turn to Jungkook. “Let’s get you cleaned up baby.”

One long shower later, Jungkook sits between Holly and Rapmon, inhaling food like he hasn’t eaten in days.

“A black hole, that’s what he is,” Jin grumbles, shovelling another helping onto his plate.

“He’s a growing boy, let him live,” you laugh, kissing him in thanks as you take the plate he offers.

Hoseok tugs you onto his lap, and you nestle your head into the crook of his neck, balancing your meal on one hand as Gukmul climbs onto your shoulder from where he was fiddling restlessly on Jimin’s extended arm. The 95 liner is leaning against the couch, one leg propped up as he leans back, tracing figures on your exposed knee lazily.

“How does he look?” Taehyung bursts into the room, and you all look up to see him holding up Yeontan like the Lion King and the eager expression on his face combined with the dense mass of fur that’s bundled in his grasp has Yoongi cackling.

“Err, you’re supposed to brush out the tangles all the way, Tae,” you say, squinting. “Can he even breathe in there?”

“But I did!” The idol tilts his head to the side, confusion painting his voice. Yeontan gives a muffled bark.

You make a move to get up, but Hoseok’s grip tightens and Jin lets out an exasperated sigh. “Let us go child,” he says, ushering the still perplexed Taehyung back into the bathroom.

“They’re going to be there for a while,” Namjoon remarks as he flicks through the movie selections.

“Want to do something else in the meantime?” Jimin murmurs, hand sliding down to circle your ankle as he smiles at you innocently.

You blush but swat at him, scandalized. “Jimin,” you hiss, “Not with them here! They’d be scarred for life.”

“You’re right,” Yoongi says tragically. “Your screams had your neighbours moving out the next month.”

You squeak, kicking him lightly. He jostles, smirking as he catches your calf, resting it on his legs. “Yoongi!”

“Stop flirting right in front of my food,” Jungkook grouses, pouting as he stabs at a noodle. You turn to him, smiling at his adorable nature as you dust a gentle kiss onto his cheekbone.

Mickey chooses this moment to jump onto the maknae’s lap, nearly scattering the remains of his food. He circles for a moment before flopping down, closing his eyes. Jungkook scratches his ear tentatively, grinning when Mickey presses closer.

“___?” You sigh at Taehyung’s slightly panicked shout. Hoseok takes your plate, Yoongi and Jimin releasing their hold and you clamber over Namjoon.

“Start the movie, we probably won’t be done for a bit,” you inform them. Namjoon chuckles and Jimin takes your place on the couch, snagging the remote.

“Jimin, no. We are not going to watch Frozen for the seventh time—!”

“I’m thinking about adopting that kitten,” Jimin tells you later, one arm thrown over your waist as he rests his head on your stomach. Gureum sleeps next to him, ears flicking slightly as he dreams.

“Go for it, hyung,” Jungkook murmurs sleepily from where he spoons you, breaths steady and ruffling your hair with every exhale. Mickey and Holly occupy opposite ends of the bed, ignoring the aghast look of their owners as they both sauntered past them and snuggled into your bed. It was Taehyung’s time to laugh, though it was cut off abruptly when Yeontan ran past him and pounced right onto your stomach.

Gukmul and Odeng are tucked back into their cage safely, though they’re still awake with the way they skitter around in it.

The bedroom is encased in a peaceful darkness, curtains drawn and blankets tucked in, though a faint light comes from the bathroom.

It blinds you for just a moment, bright even beneath your lashes, but the light is flicked off almost immediately after.

“Sorry,” Hoseok murmurs, kissing the corner of your eye as an apology. Yoongi thumbs your cheek, and you catch a flash of his gummy smile when you peek up at him.

The mattress dips as Namjoon, Jin and Taehyung join you. They each take turns kissing you goodnight.

“Sweet dreams baby,” Jin whispers as he closes the door behind them.

“I love you,” you mumble.

The creaking pauses.

“I love you too.”

Eyes now fully closed, you smile.

#bts #bts fanfic #bts scenarios #namjoon x reader #jungkook x reader #jin x reader #hoseok x reader #jimin x reader #taehyung x reader #yoongi x reader #bts fluff #yeontan #gukmul #ot7 x reader #poly!bts #resugance's milestone celebration #repost

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hahyuck · 6 years

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Rivalry - NCT gang! Au

Part2. Part3

↠group; NCT ot18 feat BlackPink

↠genre; mafia/gang au

↠warnings; violence and swearing

↠summary; y/n gets involved with the wrong sort of people and finds themselves mixed up in a rivalry between three gangs, The Dreamies, The U-boys and The 127. The rivalry is known as the NCT and they pretty much dominate Seoul, this all started when y/n developed a crush on The Dreamies Jeno, The U-boys’ Ten and The 127’s leader Taeyong.

↠A/N; (okay for the purpose of this imagine all members are aged between 18 and 21)

“Oh my god, how gorgeous does Jeno look today!” You squealed as you took a seat at the lunch table your friends were sat at. “Yeah sure he’s hot but I heard he got recruited into The Dreamies a few weeks ago and you know about the NCT...” Jennie said concentrating on eating her lunch as she didn’t want to make eye contact with Jeno. “That makes him ten times hotter!” You said dreamily. “Speaking of Ten, did you hear that he’s going to beat up Haechan tonight?” Rose whispered so that your conversation wasn’t over heard. “That’s probably just a rumour, The U-boys don’t hang out around here anymore...” jisoo said concerned.

The five of you continued to chat and eat your lunch, you finished first and went to empty your tray into the bin.

“Your not going to eat your apple?” You heard a voice say from behind you, you turned around to see Jeno smirking at you. You froze unable to comprehend his stunning features. “Are you going to eat your apple?” He repeated, he took a step closer to you and smiled. “N-no, do you want it?” You stuttered nervously. You mentally kicked yourself for sounding so stupid. “Thanks,” he picked the apple up of your tray, “what were you saying to your friends about me earlier, y/n” He asked innocently. Shit. Suddenly without warning a jolt of confidence ran through your system, “is it true your in The Dreamies now?” As soon as the words left your mouth You regretted even being born.

Your heart was racing and your face burned red. but Jeno just chuckled,darkly. “Yes, that rumour is true. But does that make me a bad guy?” His voice was dark and it made your stomach twist, in a good way. “Depends. I personally love the bad guys...” you shrugged. “I guess I’m a bad guy now then, if you want to see me in all my bad boy glory come to the Drippin at 8 o’clock tonight, don’t be late.” He said taking a bite of your apple and leaving.

What the fuck just happened. You quickly ran back to your table. “What was that!” Lisa whisper shouted. “Why were you talking to Jeno for so long and why do you look so happy!” That’s when you realised that you were smiling like an absolute idiot. “Jeno wants me to meet him, tonight.” Was all you managed to say. The four girls had the same shocked expressions on their faces. “A-are you actually going to go?” Jisoo asked. “The Drippin at 8” You blurted, still smiling. “The D-Drippin, you mean that arcade restaurant place where all The Dreamies hangout!” Rose said stunned by the mention of the notorious hangout. You just nodded. “Well I don’t know what else to say other then, don’t die and don’t let him pressure you into anything, other then that we can’t stop you from being your adventurous self.” Jennie shrugged.

The rest of the day Jisoo and Rose tried to convince you not to go or get involved with Jeno and his friends but at the same time Lisa and Jennie were encouraging you to do what you thought was right. At the end of the day you decided that going and seeing Jeno couldn’t be that bad, could it?

After school you headed straight home to get ready.

You unlocked the front door and ran up into your room. Your parents both worked long hours so you pretty much took care of yourself. You took off your school uniform and got into the shower in your en-suite bathroom. You quietly hummed a tune whilst you massaged shampoo into your scalp.

You took an extra long shower which you kind of regretted as when you got out you were left with only two hours to get ready. You sat on your bed frantically blow drying and brushing your hair. Once your hair was semi- decent you started to pick out an outfit. In the end you decided to with something slightly grungey but also kinda cute at the same time.

You checked yourself out in the mirror then flopped onto your bed to text your friends.

[19:21] you: girlssss it’s nearly 8!

[19:22] Jennie: have fun y/n, tell me what Drippin is like when you get back x

[19:22] Lisa: yesss I’ve always wanted to know what that place looks like!!!

[19:23] you: okay will do! Honestly I’m so excited for tonight!!

[19:23] Rose: I’m glad your excited y/n but please don’t do anything stupid and if your ever scared or feel like somethings off just message me and I’ll come and pick you up! x

[19:23] you: thanks roseeee x don’t worry I won’t do anything stupid and I’ll leave if anything bad happens x

[19:23] Jennie: that’s my girl! Have fun x

[19:24] you: thanks, I’m leaving now x

You turned off your phone and slipped it inside your bag before locking up your house and starting your walk to Drippin. You soon realised that you should’ve brought a jacket as an icy wind picked up. You pulled out your phone from your bag and connected your earphones to try and distract you from the bitter cold.

The more you walked the less people you saw out in the streets. You could tell that you were close. Even though The Dreamies were a group of 18 year old boys everyone who lived in the south side of the city were scared of them. They were young and naive which made them dangerous. Obviously there were quite a lot of rumours floating around about them, most of them were completely absurd and most of them made their leader, Mark, out to be a really dangerous thug who has been caught up in the life of violence since an extremely young age.

Soon the streets became illuminated by the violent red glow of The Drippin. You saw the famous hangout at the end of the road. There were a few people stood outside smoking, they were the owners of the restaurant. You walked past them and inside. You breathed a sigh of relief when the warm air hit your cold body.

“Who are you?” You heard a deep voice say. You looked up to see none other then The Dreamies all looking at you from their table in the centre of the restaurant. The person who had spoken was who you believed to be the youngest, Jisung. “It’s y/n!” Jeno said standing up and walking over to you. “Glad you could make it!” He said smiling. He took your hand and lead you to the table you couldn’t help but blush and the skin contact.

You took a seat next to Jeno at the table. “Nice to meet you y/n, Jeno was about to explode. He thought you weren’t going to show.” Jisung said laughing. Jeno lightly thumped his shoulder and looked away from you to hide his blushing face. “I just took a while to get here because my house is pretty far away and I don’t have a car.” You said shyly. Jeno snapped round to face you, “You walked here!?” He said shocked. You slowly nodded, taken a back by his concern. “But it’s so cold and your not wearing a jacket!” He put his arm around your shoulders and rubbed the goosebumps that had formed on your arm. “Don’t worry, me and Jaemin can walk you home,” Jeno said not removing his arm. He then turned to Mark suddenly, “if that’s okay with you boss.” Mark just nodded slightly and Jeno smiled and squeezed you.

Soon some of the boys had broken off and went to play in the arcade which left you, Jeno, Jaemin and Haechan on the table. “How about we get something to eat!” Haechan suggested. You all agreed and Haechan left to order food for you all. “How come I’ve never spoken to you before y/n? Your so funny and nice!” Jaemin said. You blushed, “it’s probably because I normally just blend in with everyone else. I guess I just don’t draw to much attention to myself so you probably never noticed me.” You said smiling. Jenos grip on you tightend when he saw your pink cheeks, “trust me y/n, I noticed you. I guess I didn’t talk to you because I didn’t think you’d like me.” Jaemin said. “Well at least I had some courage to talk to y/n and bring her here tonight.” Jeno said bluntly. He sounded slightly jealous as he pulled you even closer to him and sent a glare at Jaemin. Jaemin immediately switched the subject, “I’m gonna see what’s taking Haechan so long.” He got up and left.

“Thank you for bringing me here tonight, I’m having such a nice time getting to know you and your friends.” You said in an effort to reassure Jeno. This made him smile and he hid his face in the crook of your neck. Haechan and Jaemin came back to the table with four portions of chips. “We aren’t interrupting anything here are we?” Haechan said laughing as he put the food down on the table. Jeno removed his head and frantically shook his head. He made you laugh a little because he was being so adorable.

The rest of the night was so fun, you had never laughed so much. You spent the night stuck to Jenos side whilst the two of you moved between various members of The Dreamies. You got know them all relatively well and the only person you were slightly scared of was Mark because he was being quite and distant towards you.

You checked your phone and saw that it was nearly 11pm, you whispered to Jeno, “it’s getting pretty late, I think I’m going to head home.” He looked at you and pouted. He then called for Jaemin and Haechan to come over. “What are you doing Jeno?” You asked confused. “The three of us are going to walk you home.” Jeno said taking your hand in his. The two boys walked up to you, “Are we taking y/n home now?” Jaemin asked Jeno. Jeno nodded and Haechan and Jaemin put on their coats.

You headed out into the night. As soon as you stepped outside the cold air hit you like a truck. Without thinking Jeno slipped off his coat and wrapped it tightly around your shoulders. It felt like a large hot water bottle. “Ah Jeno, so that was why you kept your coat on top of the heater the whole time!” Haechan said laughing. “I don’t know what your talking about!” Jeno said sarcastically. “So smooth.” Jaemin added. You laughed and kept the coat wrapped tightly around you.

The four of you walked through the dimly lit streets and talked whilst your voices were echoed off the houses.

You were quite close to your house when you heard footsteps behind you. “What was that?” You asked Jeno. Jeno turned around and squinted into the distance. So did everyone else. “I think someone’s over there.” Haechan said. “I think there coming this way,” Jaemin added. “I think there’s more then one of them.” You said. You felt increasingly nervous as the number of bodies multiplied. You watched the four figures emerge from the darkness until they were stood underneath a street lamp.

“It’s Ten.” Jeno said almost gulping at the sight of them. Haechan shuffles from foot to foot. “And isn’t that Lucas, the one they recruited a few days ago...” Jaemin pointed out. “I-I’m pretty new to all this stuff but I really don’t think we should all be staring at them, it might like provoke something...” you muttered looking down at the floor. “I think it’s too late for your smart input.” Jaemin said as he realised that they were walking up to you.

“Well, well, Well if it isn’t the daydreams!” Ten said as he stopped centimetres away from you. You quickly took Jenos hand in yours and squeezed it tightly. Jeno stood in front of you protectively, “what are you even doing here, you said you didn’t want to fight Haechan anymore.” Jeno said confidently. Ten just looked at him and shrugged, “changed my mind.” His lips curled up into a mischievous smile. “And who might this be?” Ten said as he moved closer to Jeno and peered over his shoulder to find you hiding behind his back. “That’s none of your business, she’s not one of us.” Haechan said moving to your side.

“So are you gonna fight the kid or not?” Lucas said clearly getting impatient. Ten looked at you then at Jeno then at Haechan. You watched as his eyes glistened from the reflection of the street lamp. “N-not tonight...” Ten said looking at you. “We can’t fight infront of that person if they aren’t even involved in our mess, it wouldn’t be fair.” He smiled and didn’t take an eye of you. You felt the familiar feeling of your heart racing and your cheeks blushing. “Thank you.” Jeno said, he quickly pulled you away and continued walking to your house.

“I might be crazy but were you seriously blushing?” Jeno whispered into your ear his voice was blunt and clearly, he was jealous. “It’s just cold.” You shrugged avoiding eye contact.

When you came up to your house you turned around to face the boys, “this is my house, thank you for bringing me home,” you said smiling, “oh and I nearly forgot! Here’s your coat Jeno.” You went to take the coat off from your back but he stopped you. “Keep it.” He winked at you. “Thanks,” once again you were blushing like mad. You quickly ran inside and watched them leave from your window.

That’s when your phone pinged.

[23:01] Rose: please tell me your home now!

[23:01] you: only just

[23:01] Lisa: did you have a good time? What did Drippin look likeee?

[23:02] you: I had an amazing time! All they boys were so nice and funny honestly don’t know what I was so scared about😂

[23:02] you: and drippin is THE COOLEST PLACE EVERRR it’s literally got an arcade in it and everything!!! We need to go there together some time!

[23:02] Jennie: only if the Dreamies would be okay with that, don’t want to start anything with them if you get what I mean.

[23:02] Jennie: buttt we could all go out for a drive like right now? I’m so bored and hungry!!!

[23:03] you: I’m down ;)

[23:03] Lisa: I’m coming too!

[23:04] Jennie: me and rose will come and pick you up

You went to quickly to get changed into some more comfortable clothes before the girls arrived.

You heard a beep coming from outside and rushed out. You climbed in the back of the car next to Jisoo and Lisa.

Jennie drove off, you turned the corner and saw a group of four boys walking in the middle of the road. “I swear down y/n these better not be any of your new dreamie friends.” She said as she beeped the horn. “I don’t think they are, they look older...” You said. They all turned around at the sound of the horn. “The U-boys.” Jisoo murmured. Jennie told everyone to roll their windows up and lock their doors, but Lisa’s window was stuck. Ten walked up to the window and stuck his head inside the car.

He looked at you and instantly smiled, “someone’s popular,” He said smirking. “I didn’t catch your name earlier, what is it if you don’t mind me asking?” You began to wonder what you should say, should you make a snarky comment should you lie about you name? “It’s y/n” You said trying to hide your smile. “Y/n... that’s a pretty name...” he spoke his thoughts out loud, “look, I’m sorry we were walking in the middle of the road, we didn’t expect anyone to be out driving this late at night.” He said to Jennie. Jennie was shocked by his kindness and could only manage a small nod.

“And as for you y/n, I’ll see you around.” He waves good bye and pulled his head away from the window. Jennie quickly started the car again and drove off, “he’s quite charming isn’t he!” Jennie said trying to tease you. You just ignored her and played with your hands.

This will be a series, I don’t know how long it will be though?? I would really appreciate any feedback or suggestions for the next part! Thank you for reading x

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dragimal · 6 years

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How different are the crybaby characters compared to the characters in the manga? I haven't been able to watch it since I only have hulu and amazon prime.

(if u ever wanna watch it I could maybe try to set up a rabb.it for anyone interested and mooch my roommate’s netflix for a few viewing events. big maybe tho, I haven’t had a lot of personal time lately, and I don’t see that changing soon..)

for my own convenience I’m gonna try to do a compare/contrast list (+ personal “ideal” versions b/c why not). also, I must repeat my disclaimer that it’s been a minute since I read the og manga so some details may be warped by my memory

Ryo:

OG pre-Satan:

environmentalist, conspiracy theorist, flips wildly between completely neutral/dead-pan and hysterical (which could be for any emotion– he could be hysterically happy, hysterically mad, etc.). he’s not the best strategist and often makes snap decisions (ex– doesn’t super give a shit abt blowing his cover, as long as he can make a clean/quick getaway). his “sacrifice the few for the many” approach is questionable, but ultimately logical in a battle for the survival of humanity as a whole. more likely to seriously injure than outright murder people. pretty desperate to keep Akira by his side. he’s basically the right image below

OG post-Satan:

they actually face their mistakes and realize that by trying to wipe out humans, they turned into a version of the God they opposed, ultimately trying to wipe out a whole race of beings that deserve to live as much as anyone else, despite their faults. this is ultimately a lesson on Satan’s hubris, and lends to a thematically satisfying (and soul-crushing) ending

(x)

Crybaby pre-Satan:

basically cool/collected throughout, with very few moments where he loses his cool (or has much emotion at all, really). seems like he knows what he’s doing most of the time, and most of his decisions seem to have a far-reaching goal that was planned ahead. indiscriminately kills everyone who poses even the slightest threat to his plans, despite the fact that his plans are supposedly for the sake of humanity. doesn’t seem super attached to Akira, beyond using Akira for his goals. basically the left image above

Crybaby post-Satan:

Akira apparently taught Satan that love exists and is good? idk, the whole point of the OG plot was that Satan’s love of the demons pushed them to hate humanity. I think this is actually the main structural change that ruins the entire demon/Satan-revenge arc of Crybaby irreparably, b/c basically everything falls apart if Satan doesn’t feel any love or even obligation to the demons. like, if Satan doesn’t love demons already, then what’s even the point? as can be seen by the lack of cohesion/logic in anything Satan or their lackeys do, Crybaby clearly doesn’t know either. it’s also not a super effective approach when u can’t actually feel the love Satan/Ryo apparently has for Akira, and have to have it spelled out in the last 5 minutes of the series :/

Ideal Ryo:

OG Ryo, in all respects (aesthetics, personality, etc.). tho I do like Crybaby’s puffy white coat, that’s 100% fashion-disaster OG Ryo

Akira:

OG pre-Amon:

very skittish– will avoid confrontation as much as possible, but will still stick around to protect those he cares abt, even if he’s scared shitless. wary of weird stories abt demons, and rightfully questions their validity

OG post-Amon:

(edited w/ thessaliah’s input)

fiercely protective of humans until he realizes the atrocities they’re committing against themselves and devilmen, at which point he completely denounces humanity. thus, shows a strong sense of justice over forgiveness

Crybaby pre-Amon:

obliviously cheerful and trusting– I’m legitimately not sure if he’s actually brave or just too dense to recognize danger as it comes. doesn’t question weird stories abt demons, and is ready to step right into the frying pan w/ barely an ounce of information beforehand

Crybaby post-Amon:

(edited w/ thessaliah’s input)

cries a lot, which I think is a nice visual metaphor for his inner humanity. much more forgiving of humanity, even when he sees humans at their worst.

Ideal Akira:

personality-wise, I’d have to say OG, particularly for pre-Amon. while Crybaby pre-Amon is kinda cute in his obliviousness, I prefer the Akira who will knowingly jump into danger for those he loves, despite how scared he is. + I was so mad when Crybaby Akira didn’t question ANYTHING abt Ryo’s demonic explanations, like wtf dude u just swallowed that shit hook line and sinker, huh?

on reflection, I also prefer OG post-Amon, b/c I think it’s a lot more soul-crushing to see this ~largely~ idealistic character finally finally get worn down to the point of just giving up on those he was trying to protect. Crybaby’s overly-idealistic approach isn’t necessarily bad, but I do think it smooths out Akira’s rough edges a bit too much for my liking. tho Crybaby def has a leg-up thematically when it comes to the crying, I love that so much

aesthetically I could go for either, but I think I’d ideally love the look of everything Crybaby Akira + OG sideburns/mullet lmfao

Miki:

OG:

prideful as a personality trait, thus takes any slight as a personal offense. unashamed, but simultaneously defensive of her abilities (namely has some internalized misogyny in the beginning, which she eventually overcomes). impulsive and somewhat socially dense, which leads her to being unintentionally harsh in situations where she thinks she’s trying to enact “tough love”. could be read as (obnoxiously) selfish in situations where she wants Akira to fit her standards, and doesn’t question his changed state (and more importantly, doesn’t miss the ‘old Akira’)

Crybaby:

proud of her accomplishments, but not necessarily defensive of her position– she’s secure enough in her abilities to not feel threatened. thoughtful of those around her and what they may be going through. possibly too trusting, considering the whole situation w/ her agent. actually seems aware and somewhat wary of Akira’s changed state, even if she does like it

Ideal Miki:

this one’s tough b/c as much as I hate OG Miki and Akira’s relationship, there are certain negative traits that I think give OG Miki a more dynamic character than Crybaby. like OG’s socially dense, unintentionally harsh approach is p interesting to see, esp if it’s highlighted as a point of growth for her. of course, I want to completely trash the way OG Miki treats Akira in terms of throwing him into dangerous situations and harshly criticizing his pre-Amon character, but I wouldn’t necessarily mind seeing her sometimes harshly criticize Akira’s decisions in a way that is clearly framed as her trying to help Akira (even if it isn’t necessarily the most ideal approach). I also love OG Miki’s bubbly, unashamed personality, which is a gr8 contrast to her harsh approach to social situations

as for Crybaby, I fuckin ADORE Miki’s relationship w/ Miko, which I think only works the way it does b/c Crybaby Miki is securely proud, not defensively prideful like OG. plus, OG Miki’s defensive pride is p damn annoying to me, ESPECIALLY her internalized misogyny, god I want that completely trashed. yeah, OG eventually grows past the misogyny, but it feels less like satisfying character development, and more like a relief, like, “oh thank god she ain’t pullin’ that shit anymore”

I suppose, given all this, my ideal Miki is one that combines OG’s social harshness/denseness (to a logical/understandable degree), bubbly temperament, and impulsiveness, with Crybaby’s secure pride in her abilities and actual physical prowess (+ Crybaby’s love of cats, which is adorable and relatable)

Miko:

OG:

tbh I had to look her up again b/c I completely forgot her arc/personality. idk if that’s on her actually being a boring character, or if it’s just the fact that her arc was dropped in the middle of all the other wild bullshit of the main plot wayyyy at the end of the series

anyways, she’s a former delinquent trying to reform herself, but her old gang/posse won’t leave her alone, and she’s all stressed out over being half-demon. I don’t remember her personality necessarily being affected by the demon, which is kinda odd. also her demon form is some tiddy/pussy-volcano ridiculousness

Crybaby:

it’s worth noting that the actual, literal OG Miko makes a very brief appearance in Crybaby as one of the half-demon test subjects held captive by scientists– volcano-tits and all. personally, I count this as OG Miko’s actual Crybaby counterpart, but for the sake of comparing important characters, I’ll be comparing OG Miko to main Crybaby Miko since they share a name and an actual arc in each respective series

Crybaby Miko is insecure and wants so very badly to prove herself to others, especially Miki. this is especially potent considering Miko’s actual name is Miki, but she’s forced to stick with Miko as a name b/c Miki’s popularity/prowess overshadows any other potential Miki. post-demon, this jealousy manifests itself as an insatiable competitive streak, as Miko now has the ability to not only reach Miki, but surpass her level. Miko eventually realizes that at least part of her insecurity was misplaced affection for Miki. thus, part of Miko’s desire to be on the same playing field as Miki was so she could feel worthy of potentially dating her. also, Miko’s demon form is some kinda spider creature

Ideal Miko:

just b/c of her personal/thematic connection to Miki, I’d have to vote Crybaby Miko for almost all traits. I rly love her arc in Crybaby, and she’s a lot more personally connected to the plot than OG Miko is (considering OG Miko appears super late in the game, and barely interacts w/ Devilman).

though I do like the idea of a former delinquent trying to reform herself– it might be kinda interesting to integrate that into Crybaby Miko. maybe have her be a delinquent before she met Miki (I can’t remember how long they knew each other in Crybaby, but I’m thinking maybe have Miko be a middle school delinquent, then a reformed high-schooler). it might be especially interesting to see how Miko struggles to restrain a delinquent side that was used to getting what she wanted, then have it all fall apart when she’s merged with a demon

Crybaby Miko is also more interesting aesthetically, in all her forms (human, devilman, and demon). I’m esp super gay for her devilman form, while her full-demon form is such a huge improvement on tiddy-volcanoes. I do like OG’s hat tho, I wish Crybaby could have OG’s hat

Bullies/Rappers:

OG:

a little fuzzy on the details of these guys as well, but I mostly remember their overall arc

in the OG, these guys are straight-up bullies/delinquents, and aren’t there to fuck around. at first, they’re extremely aggressive towards Akira and Miki, and straight-up threaten to rape Miki. later on, once Akira gains their respect (and the world starts goin to shit), they become reliable, rough-around-the-edges friends, and try to protect Akira and Miki as much as they can

Crybaby:

these guys seem like harmless, disenfranchised rappers. they could be read as dangerous when they first approach Miki, but I honestly don’t think they would have done anything even if Ryo hadn’t intervened– I think they were just trying to scare her. Kukun in particular plays a significant role in Miko’s arc (however brief). they all rap about the hardships and injustices of society in a way that fits p well w/ the plot

Ideal bullies:

I rly love the OG bullies for how they go from aggressively antagonistic to aggressively protective of Akira and Miki. however, I rly hate exactly how aggressive they start out (namely, their willingness to straight-up rape Miki), which kinda sours their connection to Akira/Miki later on. it’s, uh, hard to forget something as serious as that, even when the ppl in question do seem to have changed some

as for Crybaby, I rly love how the rappers are a misfit group that makes comments abt society at large as the story progresses. + the rapping itself is p damn entertaining. I also, of course, adore Kukun’s relationship w/ Miko

it’s hard to say which I like more, but I’d def have to cut legitimate rape threats from the OG characters to truly appreciate them. as a way of merging some of their best traits, it might be interesting to see the stakes raised w/ the Crybaby rappers, and have them carry knives and make actual threats against Miki/Akira’s safety at first (again, w/o the rape threat,,), only to find out later it’s just a facade they put up for their own safety (but still won’t back down if they actually ARE up against trouble)

closing comment I guess

I think those are all the characters I feel like talking abt. I could talk abt other characters who got some significant changes (like Miki’s parents, or Akira’s parents), but I didn’t feel any particular way abt them in the OG or Crybaby, so they’re not rly worth my personal time ¯|_(ツ)_/¯

#devilman #devilman crybaby #shut up ashley

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lovelyladyventress · 4 years

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Tell me which one of these AUs sounds the most interesting and which one you’d like to read more about? (long post)

Here I am, back at it again with my AU bullshit. Complete with my ugly ass dauntingly long list of AUs that I’d love to write about but can’t seem to decide which one to start writing. This has been going on for the past week, dammit! If it’s not too much trouble, could you please help a girl out and let me know either on here or in a PM which one of these you’re curious about or would like to see implemented in an actual story.

Here are four Cloud-centric AU ideas which include (multiple) gay, bi, and (some) het main/side pairings. Regardless of which one I decide to write first, I (wistful thinking) want to eventually complete most or all of them, even if some of them only end up being one-shots. Thank you! <3

Mercenary Zack and Delivery Boy Cloud AU

Cloud, suddenly remembering the content of said “research”, screeches out, “NoOoOoO!” whilst comically tripping over himself as he races to stop Zack from opening his laptop.

Zack, being Zack, laughs good-naturedly at Cloud’s behavior and says, “What, don’t want your bestie to see all your fReAkY sHiT LOL?”

Main ship and only ship will be Clack/Zakkura. Syrupy sweet, comical, with only a pinch of plot-related angst. Will most likely be a one-shot/two-shot.

Vampire Slayer AU

Life After Meteorfall Canon Divergence AU (I’m excited about this one)

Omegaverse SOLDIER AU (let me liveeeeeee, dammit!)

A S T R O N G side ship in this is going to be Aerti (featuring Turk!Tifa and Full Cetra!Aerith), along with minor ships like Scarlet x Elena, Tseng x Rufus, and honestly who the fuck knows anymore, lol. This will most likely be the longest story on the list, I’m planning for at least ten+ chapters.

Also, not shaming it in any way, but just FYI for the people who are interested, there will be no pregnancy in this story. It’s just not my thing. <3

If you actually read all of that, THANK YOU KINDLY! <33333

#Sefikura #Clack #Cloudgeal #ff7 fanfiction #FFVII fanfiction #good god this does not even come CLOSE to covering all the ideas I have for cloud ships #DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON AERTI CENTRIC AUs #SOMEONE HELP ME #I'M HAVING AN AU ATTACK #I NEED ASSISTANCE #HELP A GIRL OUT OKAY #at this point ima just throw my AUs in a basket and blindfold myself and pick one lol #someone save me from this AU hell im in #forgive all spelling errors this was hella rushed #lovelyladyventress

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shimmershaewrites · 6 years

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Waltzing's for Dreamers, Chapter 11 (a Walking Dead story, Caryl AU).

Title: Waltzing's for Dreamers.

Rating: M, just to be safe.

Warnings: adult language, allusions to abuse, some angst.

Characters/Pairings: Daryl Dixon, Merle Dixon, Enid, mention of Oscar, mention of Sophia Peletier, past Carol/Daryl, mention of past Merle/Karen, hints of Karen/Tyreese, mention of Axel, mention of Negan (ugh), his wife, Amber, Dwight/Sherry.

Behind a cut. Because this one got away from me. Hope you don't mind.

Waltzing’s for Dreamers

More than six years after Vegas. Early August.

“Pull over,” Merle orders. “Gotta take a piss. Probably ain’t the only one.”

A glance in the rear-view mirror suggests otherwise—E’s been playing that new game Oscar downloaded to her iPad, Temple-something or other, since the novelty of being chauffeured around in the Impala had worn off ten minutes into their hour's long trip—but Daryl don’t say nothing. Recognizes his brother’s stall tactics for what they are and flips on his turn signal at the intersection. Pulls into a gas station with a Texaco sign and a towering James Dean pointing the way and parks. “You go on. We’ll just stay here.”

“Suit yourself,” Merle shrugs as he unloads his big body from the passenger seat. “You want something to eat, you’ll get your asses movin’. ‘Sides,” he slaps the car’s hood, “damn thing’s hotter than hot.”

The double meaning of his words makes Daryl grumble. “You best be buyin’.” Heaving his own door open, he performs the same courtesy for his niece and the preteen barely even takes her eyes off of the screen in front of her as he nudges her toward the mini-mart’s entrance. Still enthralled with her game and happily oblivious to the back and forth bitching between him and her jackass father. “Ever occur to you,” he hisses as the kid passes beneath his brother’s bracing arm and ducks into the air-conditioned tourist trap, wandering a few feet away from them both, “we could be arrested for this?”

Merle grin falters slightly. “Got your panties all in a twist for nothin’, Darylina. Thought we’d turned over a new leaf, but I can see we still have a ways to go.”

Guilt only softens Daryl up so much and the best non-apology he can manage is to keep his mouth shut. Let the subject drop for the time being. “Man, just hurry up.”

“Fuck, but you’s straight up actin’ like a woman,” Merle mutters as he makes a beeline for the restrooms.

“We ain’t here when you come back,” Daryl calls out to him, “we’re in the car. Waitin’.” Soon as his brother’s out of sight, he tracks down his niece. Finally finds her clear across the store. Standing in front of a red counter and a display case full of fudge that sets his mouth to watering. Flipping her ponytail over one skinny shoulder, he voices a gruff reminder. “Know you shouldn’t be sneakin’ off like that.”

“I didn’t sneak. You and Merle were just too busy fighting to pay me any attention.”

It still throws him, her calling Merle, well, Merle. Logically, he knows it shouldn’t when his brother didn’t know shit ‘bout her for the first eight years of her life. Still. When it’s all said and done, he’d been in Sophia’s life even less time than the three or so years Merle’s been in Enid’s and he’s still haunted by the memory of that little girl asking if she could call him Daddy. By his choice to walk out on her and her mama without saying goodbye. It’s always there, that regret. It never fuckin’ leaves him, no matter how many times he reminds himself he only done it for their own good. No matter how many vices he indulges in to try to dull it. It’s always there. Just like the wariness the kid staring up at him has never quite managed to shake completely. Yeah, she might have let them in. Him and Merle. But it ain’t escaped Daryl’s notice she keeps one eye on the door, always ready to make her escape should his shithead brother relapse into the fuckin’ mess her mama kept her protected from all those years, and he can’t say he blames her. Not one bit. “Weren’t fightin’,” he tells her. “Not really. Ain’t seen us really fight.”

Those big, old soul eyes of hers narrow skeptically.

“M’serious,” Daryl insists. “You ain’t. Hope you never do.” Nodding his head at the display case, he unconsciously swipes his tongue over his lips. “Shit looks good. Want some?” He looks up sharply when a cotton-candy sweet voice butts into their conversation.

“I can give you and your little girl some samples if you’d like.”

“Ain’t my…”

“One of each flavor,” the cooing blonde entices.

“One of each?”

Kid asks the question with an overkill of wonder, and Daryl has to bite back a smirk because there ain’t no DNA test needed to tell him the little con artist slipping her arm through his and tugging at the back at his shirt is his brother’s girl. Naw, she’s a sweet and sour chip off the old block, and he knows for a fact Merle would be beaming at her right now. Proud as a fuckin’ peacock if he weren’t taking the longest piss in the history of all mankind. “Dunno,” he says, wincing slightly when the comment earns him a pinch to his side. Looking back up at the woman, he explains. “Gotta be gettin’ back on the road soon. Don’t have time to stick around.”

“I can box them up for you. Won’t take but a minute.”

Little E turns up her game, batting her lashes and pouting. “Please, Daddy.”

Choking back a laugh, Daryl gives in. Goes all in, really. Those years of pretending with Carol—first as a loving husband, then as a man that was walking away from one big, elaborate sham—coming in handy. “Alright. Really do need to get a move on.”

They make out like bandits, all three of them. End up back in that Impala, eating up the miles between Bakersfield and San Francisco before the girl’s mama can send out a search party. Pull up in Karen’s driveway in the middle of the afternoon to find the woman herself waiting beside an idling U-haul, the concern on her face morphing into a relieved smile when she lays eyes on her daughter. Then dissolving into a disapproving frown when she sees the kid’s chocolate smudged lips and the nearly empty box of fudge in her hands.

“I’d make her ride with you and Patrick, but I’m not sure you can keep both of them alive,” she mutters with a roll of her eyes. No, ma’am,” she says, plucking the box of sweets from her daughter and pushing them into Merle’s chest. “I think you’ve had enough, thank you very much. Go wash your face. We should have been at the airport an hour ago. We should have been in Jacksonville with Ty and the team last week. Got the Patriots in their house in less than a week, but I digress.

“’Member now why me and you, we never made a real go of it,” Merle tells her with a shake of his head. “Always been a real buzzkill, Woman. Life of the fuckin’ party.”

Daryl elbows him sharply in the side. Exchanges the bulging duffel bag in his hands for the box of candy. “Merle. Just shut up while you’re ahead.”

“Listen to your brother,” Karen advises over her shoulder as she marches up the shrub-lined sidewalk. Checks to see what’s taking her girl so long. “Enid! We still have to go through security.”

“What? Company jet not available? Ow. Ouch. Dammit, Darylina,” he scowls, rubbing his already tender side.

“Stop bein’ a jackass.”

“Fine. Somebody gonna tell me who the hell Patrick is?”

“Kid’s pet turtle. ‘Member? Had him since she was six,” Daryl reminds him as he pops the Impala’s trunk and slides the girl’s back pack over his own shoulder. “Named it after some cartoon character. Here,” he says, looping the bag over his brother’s prosthetic when he stands in front of him again. “She’s gonna want this with her on the plane.”

“Sure you won’t come with me, Baby Brother? Ain’t never gonna remember all this shit. Don’t know what I was thinkin’. Girl ain’t gonna care one way or the other if I follow her all the way to Florida. Ain’t cut out to be no daddy. Hers or anybody else’s.”

Daryl frowns. “Now who’s actin’ like a woman?”

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that,” Karen comments as she rejoins them. Sizes Merle up. “You backing out? Because if you are…”

Merle clenches his jaw. Straightens his shoulders and stands a little taller. “Ain’t.”

She stares at him, like she’s not sure if she can believe him or not, the same way Daryl catches her girl doing sometimes, and he supposes that’s fair. His brother ain’t really done nothing in the past to earn their trust. But the sonofabitch is different now. Daryl knows it even if they don’t, so he comes to the asshole’s defense. One last time, hoping he don’t make a fool out of him when all is said and done. “He ain’t backin’ out.”

A split second of hesitation and Karen nods. “Good. We’ve got a layover in Las Vegas. Another one in Chicago. I’m going to call you,” she warns as she walks toward the waiting cab. “Check on Patrick.”

“Hear that? That’s one stone cold bitch right there,” Merle tells him with a dawning grin. “Startin’ to ‘member how me and her got along.”

Daryl’s brow furrows in confusion and the fog of memories dredged up with the mention of Vegas dissipates. “You didn’t.”

“’Xactly. Made the sex…well, hey there, Darlin’. Come to see me off?”

The eleven-year-old scoffs and snatches her back pack from him, works it over her small shoulders.

“Enid! Hurry up!”

Daryl chucks her on the chin. Offers her a tiny smile when she turns her back to his brother.

“Bye, Uncle Daryl.”

“See you ‘round, Kid.”

“Hey,” Merle grouses. “What ‘bout me?”

“Try not to kill Patrick. ‘Kay, Dad?” Then she’s off, racing to the cab and her anxious mother. Grinning that coat hanger grin out the window at the two of them and their stunned expressions, their jaws still dragging the ground as the cab leaves their sight.

Daryl’s the first to recover. He reckons it’s gonna take a while for his brother to come back around. “Heard the girl. Best protect that turtle with your fuckin’ life. Listen. I, uh. I gotta get back on the road. Square things away with Axel and the guys. Was thinkin’…”

Merle, being Merle, is impatient. Interrupts him. “Yeah?”

“Was thinkin’ you were right.”

“Ole Merle’s always right.”

Daryl doesn’t even try to refute the bastard’s claim. Doesn’t have it in him to poke holes in the natural high he’s enjoying. “Bakersfield. It ain’t home.”

“Georgia on your mind?” Merle drawls. Winks.

“Man, could you just…what the hell’s this?” he asks, when a yellow package hits him square in the chest. “Ass Kickin’ Beef Jerky?”

“Kick your ass right back to Mouse and your girl.”

He ducks his head, grips the Impala’s open door until his knuckles turn white. “’Phia ain’t mine. Don’t deserve that little girl or her mama.”

“Yours in every way that counts, Lil Brother,” Merle says, clapping a hand over his shoulder and giving it a brotherly squeeze. “And that woman of yours? You don’t just up and quit lovin’ somebody the way she loved you. I know. ‘Cause you ain’t never stopped lovin’ her. Been tryin’ to fool yourself for a long time, but me? I ain’t never bought it.”

“Yeah? How come you never said anything, Asshole?”

His brother shrugs. Turns toward the idling truck, but not without a glance back. “Figured you’d come ‘round. In your own sweet time the way you always do.”

“Things you don’t know. Ain’t so easy as me makin’ up my mind, admittin’ I still love ‘em.”

“Never was.”

“Naw. Wasn’t,” Daryl agrees. A thought occurs to him then. Out of the blue, and he pinches the bridge of his nose. Sighs. “That asshole Negan ain’t gonna be waitin’ for me, ready to take battin’ practice when I get back is he? You sure we didn’t steal his car?” he asks. Watching Merle climb in the U-haul after his bags, settle himself behind the wheel.

Merle shakes his head, slides a pair of sunglasses on his nose, and gives him a grin full of nicotine-stained teeth. “Just borrowed it. He claims otherwise? Just ask him how Amber’s doing.”

“Amber?”

“Cheerleader that came in with her mama last week when they dropped off the Volvo. Real pretty little piece of jail bait I’m sure his sick wife would just love to meet.”

“Dammit, Merle,” Daryl curses. Disgusted and more than a little bit disappointed in his brother. “Girl’s a kid. Not much older than…” He can’t even say it. Feels too sick to his stomach to even think of somebody taking advantage of Sophia or Enid like that and he slaps his hand down on the car’s hood. Swears some more. “Fuckin’ hell. Dirty piece of shit. Girl’s a kid and you’d just let…”

“Ain’t just lettin’ nobody do nothin’,” Merle is quick to cut him off. “Prick’s days are numbered, thanks to that weasel Dwight.”

“Dwight? What’s he got to do with...no. Sherry?”

“Is probably filin’ assault charges as we speak, promised to go with the kid to the police station to file her own.”

“Wait a minute.” Daryl’s frown deepens even further. “Where’d you hear all this?”

“Got eyes and ears all over the place, Baby Brother. All over the place. That’s why I know.”

“What?”

“Time for you to go home. Running out of time.”

“What do you mean I’m running out of time? Merle?”

“Mean what I mean,” Merle says cryptically. Shifting the U-haul into gear and maneuvering it around the Impala. “Daylight’s burnin’. ’Member what I said.”

“Which par…dammit, Merle.” He leaves, disappearing around the same corner the cab had, and Daryl can only wonder.

Running out of time for what?

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