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lively-potter · 2 months

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— nepenthe ; part seven

— genre ; age gap, angst, fluff, smut, sheltered oc, ceo jungkook, mafia/gang vibes ( kinda/sorta )

— warnings ; please note that in the beginning, the oc is in an abusive home — and if this triggers you please do not read. the oc is of age but nothing smutty will be happening for a while — but there WILL be smut. A small bit of SA is in part two and if it tiggers you, don’t read.

— intro, part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six,

— find me on Wattpad ; LivelyPotter

— taglist ; @ahgasegotarmy116 @jk97bam @yourbobaeyestell

— word count ; 3.5k

*** SOLARIS January 23rd, 2024 Charleston, SC

I WAS NERVOUS TO SEE MY NEW FRIENDS AGAIN.

What if they didn't want to see me again? Or if they get angry at me? Would Chairman Jeon be here? My tummy gurgled unhappily – from nerves and not eating today – as I stood in front of Ataraxia, behind a couple of nice young ladies with really short dresses. I couldn't help but admire their pretty hair and elaborately done makeup, wishing I could look like them. Be skinny like them.

Was that why Father had me on a diet and restricted me from having fatty and starchy foods?

Now that I was standing behind two women had had perfect bodies, I could understand why Father was so harsh with my eating habits. I had chubby thighs. I didn't have a flat stomach, my cheeks weren't thin and defined. I was short and chubby. My hips were too wide and the stretch marks that were on the inside of my thighs made me ashamed.

You won't find a man with an unattractive body, girl. Father's words were on repeat inside my mind and I couldn't but but huddle into myself and worry those pretty women wouldn't turn around and see how ugly and meek I was compared to them.

I self consciously crossed my arms around my body and ignored the hunger in my tummy as I waited in line. Looking ahead, I shivered and rubbed my cold arms. The line to enter the club was long and I wondered when I would be able to enter since I was the last person in line.

An hour passed, more and more people were allowed inside the club, and finally, I could see Theo's curls when I stood up on my tippy toes. Suddenly, all nervousness left my body once I took in the sight of Theo standing beside a women with the same gorgeous dark skin as he had, and beautiful fluffy dark hair.

"Hi, Mister Theo!" I waved happily, jumping up and down on my toes as the women in front of me entered the club and I was standing in front of Theo and the pretty women.

Theo's lips parted and he glanced down at me, "Ah, hello, little Tesoro!" he chuckled when I hugged him around the middle and smiled my best smile to the women. "You didn't have to wait in the back of the line, you know."

"Really? Sorry!" I flushed and looked down with a pout, "It...would seem rude if I skipped the line." I giggled and turned my attention to the pretty women with ark sparkling eyes.

"Hi, miss! You're really pretty! I love your dress!" I told her, remembering my manners and hoping to make a good impression.

Theo chuckled happily as the women cooed and brought me into a hug. She was a good bit taller than me, basically towering over me in her high shoes and smiled.

"Thank you, darling." she said, voice laced with the same thick accent as Theo. "You're so sweet." she affectionately pinched my cheek between her manicured fingers, "and so beautiful! Is this the adorable girl that Jungkook terrified?" she turned to peek up at Theo as he playfully rolled his eyes and pecked her temple.

"Yes, amore. This is Solaris – my new friend!" he boasted proudly, big hand coming down to pat the top of my head. Theo's words made the women laugh happily and her pouty lips pull back in a wide smile. "This is my wife, Arilie." Theo introduced with a proud smile as he brought the women to his side with a hand on her waist.

I basked in their affection and praise, not used to it, and giggled. "Oh! Are you the one who's gonna check my head, Miss. Arilie?" I asked, happily, neck craning to get a good look at the both of them.

Arilie and Theo shared a look, before Arilie turned towards me with soft eyes. "Of course, darling! Let's take her to the private room, yes?" she asked her husband, stepping forward to place her hands on my shoulders. I tensed slightly at her hands before forcing myself to relax.

She wouldn't hurt me.

"Yes." Theo nodded, opening the door. "Come." he said, allowing Arilie to guide me inside. I winced at the loud music once the door shut behind Theo and walked hesitantly inside the club.

Soon, Arilie, Theo, and I stood in front of the private room, and I inwardly hoped I wouldn't get in trouble for being in this room like last time.

The couple ushered me inside the room and closed the door. Peeking around the room, I relaxed once I found the room empty. No scary Chairman Jeon in sight.

Darn it! I was so excited to see him!

A pout formed on my lips once I surveyed the room once more and found it empty — save for Arilie, Theo, and me.

"Okay, darling!" Arilie clapped her hands, bringing my attention to her. I looked up at her with big eyes and waited for her instructions.

The women smiled and secured her pretty hair back with a clip, "Just get settled on the sofa and it'll be done soon, okay? And then we can spend time together."

"Okay!" I smiled and bypassed the stage with the silver pole in the middle of it — and once again, I was lost on what it was for beside maybe climbing it for fun.

Setting my bag beside me, a grunt left my lips when I hopped up on the couch and wiggled my bottom until my back touched the cushion behind me.

"May I take my shoes off, Miss. Arilie? I don't want to spread dirt anywhere." I asked politely, twiddling my thumbs.

Arilie laughed sweetly and squeezed her smiling husband's bicep and came forward, taking off her own shoes.

"Of course! Do whatever makes you comfortable."

"Thank you!" I wiggled my loose shoes off and set them neatly on the ground before resuming my place on the comfy couch. My tummy gurgled again, and I giggled out in embarrassment, hoping it wouldn't do it again.

I avoided Theo's amused eyes once Arilie pressed her gentle fingers against my tender head.

*** SOLARIS January 23rd, 2024 Charleston, SC

THIRTY MINUTES PASSED BY IN A BLUR.

By this time, Miss Arilie had finished her inspection of my head, and even my knees. I was given a small magazine to read over happily as Theo and Arilie talked quietly in a corner.

Laying on my tummy, I cringed as it grumbled again — I was growing hungrier and hungrier as the minutes passed.

Whenever I got home, I should find another apple to eat like I did yesterday.

To my disappointment, Chairman Jeon hadn't come by yet — and by this time, I wondered if he was even here. I hoped to see his pretty eyes before I had to go home.

"Are you hungry, little Tesoro?" Theo's voice roused me from my inner musings and reading. I peeked up at him when he raised his double pierced brow, urging me to answer.

"I..." my words were cut off by yet again another tummy rumble. I flushed bright red and avoided his eyes. "Maybe, Mister Theo." I whispered, ashamed.

"Good!" Arilie cut in, sending Theo a sharp look, "We were thinking of getting something to eat at the place down the road." She said, smoothing my hair away from my face with gentle hands. "We'll get you something. Is there anything you're allergic to?"

I felt shame wash through me. Although I was grateful for them wanting to buy me food, I wanted to have money to give them so I wouldn't feel like a freeloader.

Theo watched me closely from behind his wife, and took his phone from his pocket.

"Ummm...it's okay, Miss. I forgot to bring my money with me." I shook my head with a big smile, "I'll just get something to eat when I get home."

Arilie frowned softly and peered down at me, "That won't do! I'll feel terrible eating when you won't have anything — plus it's been a long time since Theo and I had dinner with someone! Won't you change your mind?" She asked nicely.

I looked at them both and felt my resolve crumble. "...okay, miss." I agreed hesitantly, matching her smile when she stood back on her feet and clapped her hands.

"Wonderful! Now, allergies?"

My bottom lip jutted out as I thought. "...umm...I'm allergic to strawberries, egg whites, and blueberries." I told her with a pouty lip.

"Do you want to come with us?" Arilie asked sweetly, slipping a trench coat over her pretty black dress.

Theo peered up from his phone with a grin, "I just let Gguk know that little Tesoro is here, and he'll soon be here."

I perked up instantly.

"Ohhh! Chairman Jeon is here, Mister Theo?" I couldn't let but squeal and giggle at the thought of him.

Arilie watched with an amused grin and nodded. "He has been here, darling. Theo and I just...forgot to tell him you arrived so we could spend time with you."

"Oh, okay!" I responded with a little grin, excited to see the Chairman once more.

"You want to wait for the Chairman, little Tesoro?" Theo asked, seemingly already knowing my answer. He snickered the moment I kicked my feet happily back and forth with a grin and a nod.

"If that's okay. I just hope he won't be upset with me being in this room again like last time..." I swallowed, feeling my throat clog. "He's really scary sometimes." I admitted in a whisper.

Arilie and Theo burst into laughter at my words and I brightened, happy that what I had said brought them happiness.

"Ah, he can be scary at times, darling. But I promise he won't be mad at you. Jungkook is quiet most of the time and very calm." She soothed my worries.

I relaxed instantly at her words and hoped for the best outcome.

"Okay, Miss. Arilie!" I waved as they said their goodbyes and rushed towards the door. "Goodbye, be safe!"

Once the door was closed, I hummed to myself and went back to reading the business section of my magazine.

Not much time had passed until the door handle rattled and opened. Hearing this, I perked up and flipped onto a new page of the magazine and looked over my shoulder.

A loud gasp escaped my lips when Chairman Jeon's intimidatingly huge figure stalked inside the room, this time, dressed in a gray suit that clung to every curve and crevice of his god-like body. Like the last time I saw him, his silver jewelry sparkled underneath the light, rings catching my attention, as well as the pretty tattoos on his knuckles.

The chairman's back was to me as he closed the door, before bringing a blinged out hand to his effortlessly styled black hair. His fingers combed through the shiny strands, making it even more pretty than it was before.

A squeak left my lips.

"Mister!"

Joy like never before rushed through me as the man in question turned towards me, face blank, like before, but pretty eyes glittering and sparkling underneath the lights.

I wiggled off the sofa and scuttled towards him, and without wasting a second, I threw my little arms around his tiny waist and hugged him.

His body tensed in my hold once my cheek resting below his pec as I sweetly hugged him. Feeling his arms hover awkwardly above my body, I giggled and stepped back with a light flush.

"Did you have a good day, Mister? I hope so!" I prattled on and on, pouting my lips cutely up at his.

Amusement gleamed within his pretty eyes as he apprised me with a small quirk of his double pierced bottom lip and slightly nodded.

"I did, Solaris." He chuckled, his deep orotund voice sending pleasant shivers up and down my spine. "I hope you did as well."

"I did, Mister!" My neck craned up to keep looking at the handsome man, "I didn't have much to do today." I prattled on and on, now feeling relaxed and happy in his presence.

I could feel him watch him as I scurried towards the couch again and wiggled up on it. I now faced him with an even bigger smile.

"Miss. Arilie checked over my head, too, Mister." I told him, watching happily as the big man took a seat in the armchair across from me. I tugged the magazine on my lap again and look closely at the words, finger pressing on the sentence I left off on after finding it.

Chairman Jeon made a small noise in the back of his throat and ran his fingers along his sharp jawline as it rocked back and forth.

"Are we friends now, Mister?" I asked suddenly, peeking at his pretty eyes again as they watched me closely.

The chairman's brows furrowed and he looked at a loss for words. "...if you'd like. Why?"

"Oh," I shrugged and wiggled my toes happily with a smile, "if we're friends that means you won't grow angry with me and make me disappear to never be seen or heard of again! Friends don't do that to each other, you see?" I told him, feet kicking back and forth.

For a few moments, Chairman Jeon looked dumbstruck — tattooed hand coming up to cover and hide his mouth once the beginnings of a smile started to perk them up.

For a minute, I thought I had upset him. Starting to slowly curl into myself, my limbs relaxed once his soothing deep, throaty chuckle lit up the room.

It didn't take long until I was giggling nervously beside him.

Chairman Jeon tapped his hand along his thigh, a small smirk resting on his pretty lips, "I won't hurt you...or make you disappear, Solaris."

"Promise?" My eyes grew big and sparkled happily as I beheld him. Wow! This was easier than I had originally thought! Thank you, dear lord!

Chairman Jeon released another chuckle and nodded. "You have my word." He conceded.

"Okay! Thank you, mister! It makes me worry less, you know?" I told him, going back to my magazine. "Plus, I like having friends and you seem nice..." I trailed off slightly, "but still scary."

"How so?" He questioned, dark brows arching slightly as he watched me squirm underneath his intimidating gaze. His tongue peeked out from beneath his lips and licked them slowly

Chairman Jeon's huge shoulders squared and relaxed with his breathing when he adjusted himself in the armchair. I smacked my lips cutely, earning another gleam to show within his eyes.

"You look scary, Mister." I sweetly reminded him, toes wiggling in my socks. "You're really big and muscular and if you tried, I'd bet you could kill me deader than a door nail with a single blow to my head. When I first met you and saw those—" I pointed to the tattoos on his hand that spelled JEON, "I felt my life flash before my eyes!" I waved my arms through the air dramatically, with widened eyes, "so that's why I fainted. Thought it would be better for me to be unconscious if you murdered me and then threw my body in the ocean so I wouldn't have to remember the feeling of dying. It would be like I was simply falling asleep and never waking again."

"Hmm." Chairman Jeon only watched me in amusement after my little speech. The corners of his lips twitched to withhold the urge to smile.

"You don't talk much, do you, Mister Chairman?" I questioned happily, feeling like I was becoming better friends with this mysterious pretty eyed man.

"I do not." He cleared his throat, lips drawn into a thin line. Oops, did I push too far? Opening my mouth to apologize, I was cut off by his next sentence. "But you like to speak, don't you Solaris?"

There was a hint of something in his usual deep blank of emotion voice. Something I couldn't place. I couldn't tell if it was good or bad.

"Yup!" I giggled happily, "I usually only have myself to talk to, Mister. So it's nice to speak to other people sometimes."

The Chairman's face twitched curiously, "What about your parents?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "My mama died when I was nine. And Father doesn't like to talk to me much, Mister." I said sadly, avoiding his eyes.

The Chairman hummed curiously again. "Did you ever go to school?"

I shook my head, "Nope — I wished I could've though! My mama homeschooled me before she passed away and went to heaven."

Chairman Jeon poked his tongue against his cheek and stared hard at the wall behind my head. "And what do you do everyday?"

Happy that my new friend wanted to get to know me more; I happily entertained his questions.

"Oh! Well, I get up, change, cook Father breakfast, and while he's eating I pack his lunch and I clean the rest of the day when he's gone!" I ticked off everything I did in a day, "and then when Father gets home, I make sure supper is cooked and then I clean up everything again and go to bed! Sometimes Father's friends come to dinner, too. I don't like them very much." I shivered at the remembrance of their unwanted touches on my body.

I blinked back unwanted tears and hoped I wouldn't look like a crybaby in front of him.

Chairman Jeon's eyes snapped to me in an instant, anger flashing within his eyes. Slowly I avoided his eyes and stared down at my lap shamefully.

I hope father won't hear of me speaking ill of his friends.

I heard the Chairman move from his seat and the sounds of him kneeling down on his knee in front of me made me look up into his eyes. Slowly his hands, adorned with rings, cupped my face and looked closely into my eyes.

I was mesmerized. His perfectly sculpted face was so beautiful and effortlessly handsome so close to mine. I could see the scar on his cheek more clearly, as well as the double piercings in his lip, and the dark freckle underneath his pillowy bottom lip.

His eyes were thunderously dangerous looking as he saw the fear from the memories creeping back on me.

"Solaris?" I shivered yet again from hearing my name leave his lips. "Look at me."

My eyes lifted to his, unable to disobey his command — a light red hue lit up my cheeks due to his closeness, and my tummy and its incessant grumbling.

I blinked back tears and just stared back at him. The butterflies were crazy fluttering around in my tummy at the unknown feelings the man in front of me was able to arouse.

Chairman Jeon sighed and finally, his eyes softened just a little. The rings on his fingers were cool against my chubby red cheeks as I watched him with my jaw ajar.

"Come here," he murmured, suddenly my body of lifted with, shockingly, little effort, and I was tugged against his comforting, yet hard chest. I sniffed and snuggled into his arms as he took a seat on the edge of the couch and perched my bottom on his knee.

Why was he doing this? I wondered this more than once, but being as affection seeking as I was, I wasn't going to argue. With him, it was like home, in a way. I wasn't scared of tomorrow, or of Father.

I was safe and protected as long as I was near him. He made all the hurt go away with a single warm hug. He was the balm for my wounds.

"Shhhh." He tutted, patting my back in a way that reminded me of mother's burping their babies. I released a tearful giggle and inhaled his scent.

Ohhh! He smelled so good!

I wondered what body mist he used.

"You make the hurt go away, Mister." I began to feel sleepy minutes after he took me in his caring arms and let me clutch onto him like he was my anchor. "I like your hugs very much. Will you hug me more, Mister? Please?"

Chairman Jeon tensed slightly at my admission, but his soothing pats and rubs on my shoulders didn't let up — of anything, they became even softer. Goosebumps erupted on my skin as I sleepily played with his rings.

"If that's what you wish." His huge muscular chest rumbled against my cheek as he spoke gently.

"Thank you, Mister. I'm glad we're friends. You're a really good one."

Was it odd to confess I had a large amount of trust in him already?

I twiddled with the signet ring on his right pinkie finger and felt my eyes flutter closed.

"This..." I yawned, snuggling closer, "...is really pretty, too. Like your eyes."

I was too far gone in my sleepiness to detect his sharp intake of breath.

author's note ; ✨

hi! Sorry for the late chapter lol! But I still hope you enjoy the new chapter and lemme know what you think! ❤️✨

#jeon jungkook #bts fanfic #jungkook x oc #bts jungkook #wattpad #jungkook angst #jungkook fluff #jungkook smut #jeon jungguk #jungkook x original character

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wildfloweroutlaw · 2 years

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The Cure

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pairing: arthur morgan X female reader

drabble: arthur cares for a sick reader, established relationship, comfort

summary: when reader falls victim to a nasty cold, arthur has the cure; a hot bath and a nice bowl of soup.

a/n: this was extremely self indulgent and arthur just seems like an acts of service lover to me. as always, i hope you enjoy!

word count: 1,067 words

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You laid in the fetal position on your couch, wrapped so tight in a blanket the only thing visible was your eyes. Under the blankets you shivered endlessly, unable to warm up after a long day of working outside. You had a decent size fire going in your quaint living room of your cabin. However, the heat of the flames never seemed hot enough to warm your aching body. You cursed and sniffled yet again, your nose had been stuffy since you woke up this morning, and your throat sore. You heard the approaching sound of heavy footsteps on your front porch steps, followed by the turning of the door handle.

Arthur stepping inside, pulling off his jacket and hanging it by the door. His eyes searched the room, unable to locate you. “Darlin’? You home?”, he called out thinking maybe your were back in your room.

“Yeah…I’m right here.” You answered back weakly, still shivering beneath your cocoon of blankets.

Arthur made his was to the back of the couch, peering down at you. “Honey whatchu doin’?” He studied your curled up form curiously.

You didn’t even have the energy to turn to look up at him, you just kept your eyes on the flickering flames of the fire. “Dunno. I don’t feel great.” Your voice came out a little muffled by the thickness of the blankets.

Arthur walked around to stand in front of you. Bending down he placed the back of his hand to your forehead. “Jesus (y/n), you’re burnin’ up. You felt like this all day?” He removed his hand and took a seat next to you, one arm coming to lay on your blanketed body.

You closed your eyes tight, trying to focus on your words instead of the aches creeping through your bones. “Sorta. I didn’t feel good when I woke up but nothing like this.”

“Now why in the hell didn’t you take the day off? Silly woman.” Arthur scolded you but softened the blow by leaning over and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Just didn’t want to make a big deal out of nothing I suppose…” you sunk farther into your blankets. You had a difficult time resting and you were especially hard on yourself to get things done. Arthur knew this all too well.

He sighed and rolled his eyes. “How ‘bout I draw ya up a bath and fix ya something good for dinner. How’s that sound?” Arthur’s big rough hands brushed a lock of hair off your forehead and tenderly traced your scalp.

You merely nodded in response, eyes slowly opening to focus on the beautiful man by your side. Oh how dearly you loved him and his ocean blue eyes. You watched him as he stood and went out back to draw water from the well.

Arthur returned with a pale full of water and placed it over the fire in the fireplace. He plopped down beside you, leaning so his weight was on you. He absent mindedly drew shapes on the top of your head while he waited for the water to heat up.

You drifted off to sleep for a little while and were awoken by the feeling of Arthur’s hand on your shoulder, helping you sit up. He then offered out his hand to help you get to your feet, which you gladly accepted.

“Ready sleepy head?” He teased with a chuckle, leading you down the hall with your hand in his.

You followed sluggishly, letting your feet slightly drag as you went.

Arthur pushed open the washroom door, revealing your tub in the center of the room already filled with lovely hot water. Arthur had laid out a towel and your soaps and had even added some bubbles just for you.

“Take as long as ya want darlin’. I’m gonna go get started on dinner.” Arthur turned to leave but he felt your smaller hand grab his.

“Thank you baby.” You leaned up on your tippy toes and pressed a kiss to Arthur’s cheek.

“Weren’t nothin’.” He grinned down at you before he disappeared out of the room, leaving you to your bath.

You disrobed and slowly sunk down into the hot water, sighing at the feeling of warmth on your achey body. You stayed there for quite some time, reveling in the temporary relief. With the water now beginning to get cold, you decided you should go check in on Arthur and your dinner. You clambered your way out of the tub and wrapped yourself up in a towel. After drying off you threw on one of Arthur’s comfy cotton shirts and headed down the hall, wet hair and all.

You entered the main room of your little cabin to see Arthur crouched by the fireplace, slowly stirring a pot of soup. You loved when Arthur cooked for you. Over the years he had became quite the good chef and he seemed to enjoy it as well.

Arthur looked over his shoulder to see you standing there, his large shirt engulfing your frame. “Almost done sweetheart. You go sit, I already gotcha something to drink at the table.” He nodded his head towards the far side of the room.

You simply nodded and trudged off to the table, picking your favorite seat. How did you manage to get so lucky? You watched as Arthur carried the pot over, setting it on a rag. He spooned out a hearty bowl for both you and himself before taking his seat across from, chair creaking under his weight.

You grabbed your spoon and excitedly maneuvered it to your mouth. Arthur’s hand quickly but gently grabbed your wrist, pulling it closer to him.

“Here.” He leaned forward and blew on your spoonful soup for a few seconds, letting it cool down.

You couldn’t help but smile at his tender acts. You finally shoveled the spoonful into your mouth, immediately humming in appreciation. He had made your favorite. “Really really good Arty!” You praised his work, bringing a small blush to his face.

“I knew that right there would be the cure for ya.” Arthur watched as you eagerly wolfed down a few more spoonfuls, as he consumed a few of his own.

“Y’know…” you spoke between gulps, “I’m thinking that the cure might just be you Arthur Morgan.” You shot him a grin, already feeling a little better and very loved.

#arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #arthur x reader #arthur morgan x female reader #red dead redemption x reader #rd2 #rdr2 community #red dead redemption arthur

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mysteriousdoll · 5 months

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IM GONNA ASSUME YER ASKING FOR THE ISHIMONDO ONES SO HERE: (Long one)

- Owada is the very affectionate, needy big cat. He always wants to be around Ishimaru and hold him, even coming to his room in the middle of the night to cuddle with Ishimaru. (Ishimaru finds it cute but doesn't appreciate being woken up at 4am due to his insomnia ass)

- As much as Ishimaru loves Owadas cuddles at night, he gets hot easily so he constantly has to move away from Owada which just causes Owada to pull him closer but he slowly gets the hint and let's Ishimaru go but by the time, Ishimaru is just drench in sweat.

- Owada loves taking care of Ishimaru. Getting him food since he knows Ishimaru forgets, getting him to rest or even giving him massages, Owada loves all of it.

- Owada is the worst with sappy stuff, barely even being out to get our "I love you" without looking like a tomato or stuttering out the ass. Flirting is not his strong point either, he's tried before but ends up yelling by the end of the pick-up line due to nervousness and embarrassment.

- Ishimaru is the complete opposite, he'll tell Owada how much he loves him and give him compliments 24/7

- Owada loves to kiss Ishimaurs jawline or the back of his neck, and no matter how many times Ishimaru says he's used to neck kisses, it always makes him jump when receiving them.

- Owada's nickname for Ishimaru is "Doll." He's way too embarrassed to use pet names such as "babe" or "honey," thinking those are names only old married couples should be using but Ishimaru is the complete opposite! Ishimaru's favorite nicknames for Owada are "Hun" or "Sweetheart."

- Owada is such a supportive boyfriend with Ishimaru's disorders and trans situation. He makes sure to take mental notes of stuff Ishimaru doesn't like (textures, noises, food, etc.) and his schedule (Ishimaru HATES, absolutely hates his schedule being messed up.) He'll also leaves the room whenever ishimaru needs to take off/put on his binder or change it and he doesn't put his hands anywhere never Ishimaru's binder.

- Owada also keeps spare gloves/bandages on him for Ishimaru cause Ishimaru wears bandages to cover up the SH scars on his arms/legs and lower stomach but then uses gloves to cover up the bandages on his arms. Ishimaru hates whenever they get wet or dirty so Owada has gotten into the habit of carrying around a pare or 2 for him with gloves and a roll of bandages.

- Ishimaru actually confessed first! Which "upset" Owada since he wanted to first but he was happy Ishimaru felt the same.

- Whenever Ishimaru studies, he'll still be in Owadas lap so that Owada can get his affection and cuddles while Ishimaru can also get his work done so it's a win/win for them.

- Each of Oowada and Ishimaru hugs mean something to them

Typical side hug: Their casual one, usually do this all the time when they are around each other

Normal hug: usually do this to show they miss the other person or are just affectionate

When Ishimaru hugs Oowada under his jacket: Ishimaru does this for comfort whenever he's upset since hes prone to getting emotional easily when talking so they came up with this idea

When Oowada hugs Ishimaru from behind: Oowada either does this for comfort or whenever he's affectionate, Ishimaru usually has to ask

- Owada absolutely loves Ishimaru holding his face, he's such a love stuck idiot when it comes to Ishimaru and his affection (or just Ishimaru in general, who wouldn't he's the best bf ever.)

- Owada teases the hell out of Ishimaru for being just short enough that he can’t kiss him without standing on his tippy toes.

AHH THAT ALL, LONG ONE IM SORRY (also I just saw the notification of you messaging while I was writing this so wonderful LMAO)

DO NOT APOLOGIZE RAHH I LOVE YOUR BRAIN And how much we appear to agree on.

If I maayyyy (i say like you have a choice teehee). I've always been sorta the opposite, Mondo...caaan flirt (after dating for a while). It's just... bro can say some of the most nsfw stuff to Taka with the smuggest expression.... however comma. He is beet red asking to cuddle. The main difference is that when spouting nsfw stuff, Mondo's teasing and lookin for a reaction (he just finds it silly how red taka gets, and yk he wouldn't do it in front of others)... but gosh. He. He cannot ask to cuddle without looking as red as Taka's eyes. (And, unlike Mondo, Taka doesn't tease him for it. Frankly he is just happy to get affection.)

Also--another thing I'm fjesj often different on... Mondo has SO many nicknames for Taka. An insane abundance. Many of which were supposed to be ironic. Examples of his nicknames include: babygirl (ironic), Barbie (because Taka's everything), sunshine, sunflower, princess, doll, dollface, babydoll, Scar (in my MLB au), Ladybug.

also on the topic of nicknames--if you've seen my Ishimaru Family Doc, you'll know of Kyoya--fun lil fact- she calls Taka 'Twilight'! And Kiyo 'Starlight' :3

#kiyotaka ishimaru #Taka headcanon time!#httpskarmaco draws #ask

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one-sad-human · 3 years

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•Pinky Promises• Steven Adler

Pairing: Steven Adler x Reader, Axl Rose x Sibling! Reader

Requested? Yup! By an anon

Theme: Angst(?) to fluff

Warnings: Language, sexual references but nothing explicit

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: Fic 1 of 2! Hope you enjoy! Also, the makeout near the end gets sorta hot and it was pretty fun to write? Like I’m considering exploring into writing smutter pieces. I didn’t want to originally because I thought I’d cringe all the way through and hate the result but I might try it out in the near future. Nothing too crazy but it’s something for me to think about.

You step off of the large bus, your combat boots hitting the ground as you adjust the bag slung over your shoulder. It's stuffed to the brim with whatever you threw in, you're surprised the zipper did burst.

You take a deep breath of the LA air. It's hot and humid and despite the thick air pollution, you can breath easier than you did in Indiana.

You grew up in Lafayette, Indiana with your older half-brother William. You were raised in the hellish house with your shared father, which you finally managed to escape.

William left right at eighteen. He tried taking you with him, but you didn't want him to be charged with kidnapping and have the cops on his ass. Now, two years and your father's stolen wallet later, you're finally in the city of dreams.

"Will!" You yell out, spotting your redheaded other half.

"Y/N!" He mocks, catching your figure in a crushing hug. He's taller than you, so you have to stand on your tippy toes during the embrace. "Thank God you're alright."

"I'm fine, I'm happy to finally see you again," you say, a huge grin on your face. "How's the band? Everything going well?"

"Well enough," he says with a shrug, grabbing your heavy bag and slinging it around his shoulder. "Come on, I'll introduce you to the guys. You already know Izzy of course, but the rest of them."

The walk to the 'hell house' as Will had called it is filled with catching up. He made sure to keep in contact with you, but the phone calls were always short. It felt nice to have a full length conversation in person with your brother again.

"Welcome home," Will says, leading you into the house. You grimace when you catch a whiff of stale beer and weed.

"You seriously live here? This place should be condemned," you say with disgust.

"And then where would we live?" The oh-so familiar voice of Will's best friend meets your ears. You whip around and fly into his arms.

"Jeffery! I missed you so much! You really should've tried calling, you ass!" You exclaim. Izzy rolls his eyes but smiles nonetheless, patting your back during the hug.

"Who's this?" Another man enters the living room— if that's what it should even be called. He's blonde, taller than you but shorter than the other two men in the room. He has kind eyes and the smile he has on his handsome face leaves you speechless.

"U-uh, hi. I'm Y/N," you say after a moment of shameless gawking. If he noticed, he doesn't mention it.

"Oh that's right! Axl talks a lot about you! I'm Steven," he says and bounds up to you, catching your hand in a shake. You don't question who the hell 'Axl' is, but you smile stupidly at him and bite your lip with a blush staining your face.

"No," Will says, glaring at the cute blonde you've taking an immediate liking to. "Absolutely not."

"William!" You squeak out, pinching his shoulder harsher. He yelps and swats your hand away. Will glares further at you as he ushers you up the creaky stairs to your room. "Nothing happened! And who the fuck is 'Axl'?"

"I saw how you were looking at him! I'm not naive, Y/N. You were giving him the 'fuck me' eyes! And me, everyone calls me Axl here." You give him a look. "Except you, of course. You can call me Will."

You don't give him another word as he leads you to your bedroom. He was the one who didn't have a roommate before, and he'd have to share with Slash now but he was determined to give you your privacy.

"This is the only room with a working lock, use it. Especially when your changing! Three horny men in a house with one you isn't a good combo." You make a face and shake your head, but you can't really tell if he's being overprotective or if his band mates really are pigs.

"Are you not including Izzy?"

"Please, he's the only smart one besides me. He knows I'll rip him a new one." You laugh and give Will another hug.

"I've really missed hanging out with you like this, and thank you for letting me stay here." He nods and rubs your back.

"No problem, we have each other's backs, always." You nod and release your bother from the hug. "One rule though: no hooking up with the guys. One time thing or not, you don't know them like I do, I won't let you get hurt. So don't even try anything with Steven!"

"Even if it's nothing sex?" Will levels you with a look that would make you sweat if you were anyone else. You sigh and roll your eyes. "Fine! I promise."

"Pinky promise?" He asks, holding out his pinky finger. You shake your head but comply anyway, hooking your pinky on his.

"Wow, bringing out the big guns, pinky promises," you tease.

"Bitch," he mumbles. You gasp sarcastically.

"Asshole!" You reply. William takes his leave with another slew of insults under his breath but none to be taken seriously and all with a smile. You shut your door after him and lay on your bed, content with how things are finally beginning to look up.

If you knew where you would be in just a few months of living with your brother and his band, you never would've agreed to the naive promise Will had forced on you. You think back to the day with a frown.

"Whatcha thinkin' about?" Steven asks, pecking your bare shoulder as he lays behind you on your bed. You both lay naked and damp with sweat, glowing from the moonlight streaming in the room.

"William," you say with a sigh.

"We just had sex and your thinking of your brother? Should I be worried about you?" Steven asks teasingly. You fight the smile growing on your face and lightly pinch the his arm tightly wrapped around you. He never fails to make you laugh.

"I just feel bad keeping this a secret from him." You turn around to be face to face with Steven. "It's been months of sneaking around. I'm always nervous we'll get caught together or I'll blurt it out to him."

"Then why don't we just tell him?"

"Do you want to die! Steven, honestly, do you have a death wish?"

"No, but—"

"Then we can't tell my brother we're together. He'll murder you, and then probably me one he finds out how long I've been lying to him," you say and move your head in the crook of Steven's neck.

"Then we can be together in the afterlife!" Steven folds his arms around you even tighter. "Seriously though, we can't lie to him forever. We've been together for six months already, surely he'll see how much we care about each other and not want to kill us."

"Yeah, maybe," you say halfheartedly and close your eyes, finally letting yourself fall asleep.

The next night, Guns has a gig at the Whiskey A-Go Go. The ritual goes like it has been, they play the gig, you wait for Will to get drunk, and you and Steven sneak out to the back of the club to make out and maybe get felt up a bit before returning like nothing happened.

It isn't different this time. Steven's hands leave your skin ablaze as he lets them wander down your sides and up your thighs. His lips don't leave yours, even as he squeezes your ass and you let out a moan. He grins on your mouth and presses his pelvis up to your stomach.

His mouth leaves yours to press feather light kisses to your cheek before trailing down your jaw and onto your neck, where he sucks nips at. You have to press a hand to your mouth to stay quiet.

"Don't leave marks," you remind him through batted breath.

"I won't," he reassures and silences you with a chaste kiss to your swollen lips before returning his attack on your neck.

You hear footsteps fast approaching, but as quickly as you hear them, Steven is ripped away from you. He's slammed into the brick wall next to you harshly and groans. You jump away and gasp.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" William asks, his voice lower than usual. His green eyes dark and downright scary.

"Will! Let him go, come on. Stop fucking around, you didn't have to slam him into a wall," you say, but your shaky voice falls on deaf ears as Will doesn't move. Your hands grasp at his arm and try to yank him away from Steven, but he's stronger and taller than you and doesn't budge, he just keeps his eyes focused on Steven.

"Nothing!" He squeaks out. Even in the dark, his kiss bruised lips and flushed red face is obvious.

"'Nothing?' That's why you were ten seconds away from fucking Y/N?" Will asks.

"William stop it! You're scaring me! Leave him alone!" You push him again and this time, he relents. Will paces and runs his hand through his red locks while you rush to make sure Steven is ok.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," Steven mutters and presses a kiss to your brow to comfort you, sending you a smile when he pulls away. He keeps his hands on your arms and rubs circles with his thumbs.

"How long has this been going on?" Will asks, crossing his arms as he finally stops his pacing.

"Six months..." Steven says nervously. William scoffs and shakes his head. "But it isn't just fucking around! I love them, Ax. Really."

You smile bashfully, biting your lip to try and contain it. You knew you felt strongly for Steven and that he returned the feelings, but you haven't outright said you loved each other— until know of course.

Will stays silent for a few beats, staring contemplative at Steven. He finally sighs, bring a hand up to rub his temples like he has a building headache.

"Yeah? And you love him, Y/N?" He asks. You nod, reaching out to grab Steven's hand. Steven lets a grin creep on to his face. "Then I guess I can't stop you. But if you ever break their heart, I'll fucking gut you, Adler."

If Will makes Steven nervous, he doesn't show it. He gives him a salute with his puppy dog like smile before sticking out his pinky.

"I promise I'll never hurt Y/N purposely, ever." Will rolls his eyes, the irony makes him nearly groan aloud. He sucks it up anyway when he sees your hopeful expression, hooking his pinky onto Steven's.

"Don't make me regret this, Steven," Will grumbles before leaving and walking back into the crowded club. Steven lets out an exhilarated laugh and kisses you, hard.

"Told you he wouldn't kill me!" Steven exclaims, making you laugh out of surprise.

"And we don't have to sneak around anymore!" Steven kisses you again, and again and again until you're breathless.

"I'm so in love with you," he mumbles between his attack on your lips. You smile, tangling your hands in his aqua-net filled hair.

"As I am with you."

#classic rock imagine #guns n’ roses #guns n’ roses x reader #guns n’ roses imagine #80s #steven adler fluff #steven adler imagine #steven adler x reader #steven adler #axl rose x reader #axl rose imagine #axl rose fanfic #axl rose

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unadulteratedwhispersmaker · 2 years

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Fluff Prussia x Male reader hcs

Hey so uhhh here's hcs and my first post kinda for imagines

Tbh? Prussia is all PDA, he doesn't care who's there, he's always bragging about "ze awesome me and my awesome boyfriend are so awesome!"

His arms is always around your waist 24/7, this man is touch starved

Any reciprocation will make him puddy and he L O V E S it

He loves to give you nose and forehead kisses, even if you're taller he'll stand on his tippy toes

Interlocking hands

Lazy mornings and lots of coffee, but even then Prussia is always groaning and it's practically a fight to budge him open

Loves the idea of either of you cooking and the other wrapping their arms around their waist from behind

He usually prefers bigger spoon at first, but once he shows his vulnerable side he will gladly let you big spoon this closeted medium spoon

Will fall for you if you play the electric guitar, please play for him HE L O V E S it

Would gladly do #couple goals, like wearing matching outfits, "if lost please return to s/o" and "I'm s/o", also enjoys the idea of matching fingernail polish

Would love it if you were a dog person CUZ HE IS will literally go on and on about all his and his brothers dogs

Def a lot of dog park dates, playing with his dogs, taking them for walks

He loves to flex his muscles and for you to touch them

Please check him out while working, it gives him self confidence, 100% yells "HEY S/O COME SIT ON MY BACK AND LET ZE AWESOME ME SHOW HOW GOOD I AM DOING PUSH UPS!"

Also enjoys buying something really nice to you on special events like on Christmas or your honeymoon sorta as a "thank you for not leaving me" kinda way, but masks it as "KESESESESE ZE AWESOME ME GOT MY BOYFRIEND A TOTALLY AWESOME GIFT TO MATCH OUT AWESOMENESS!"

Best boyfriend to have, he can get clingy and insecure but appreciates it when you listen and comfort him, gives him kisses too please

#hetalia imagines #hetalia prussia #hetalia prussia x male reader

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pascalscenarios · 3 years

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SAFE HOUSE (Dave York)

SAFE HOUSE

Bodyguard! Dave York x Reader

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Warning: Mentions of Physical Violence/ Altercation, Blood, Death/murder

Authors Note: I know the gif is of Zach but lets just pretend it’s Dave LOL ... It’s late I should be doing hw but I needed to write another chapter gahhhh - K

CHAPTER 3

“Dave?” you stood in the doorway of the office space in the safe house. Dave was doing work on the desktop computer. You stood there drying your hair with a towel. You had just taken a shower

“Hmm?” he says not looking at you, his eyes glued to the screen as he types, dragging and clicking the mouse around.

After breakfast early this morning, Dave went right to work trying to figure out who was after you. He had contacted your father and let you talk to him briefly.

Dave had sent you away after that so he could talk to your father in private. As for you, you didn’t do much. You explored the different rooms of the house and napped and watched TV.

You hated that you couldn’t be much help to Dave. Here you are lounging around while Dave does research and investigate.

You knew he wasn’t going to stop until he found what he was looking for. “You’ve been in here all day”

He didn’t say anything. His focus on the screen, like tunnel vision.

“I think you should call it a night” you fiddle with the towel in your hand

“I don’t have time for breaks”

“Dave...You’re going to burn out...It’s starting to get late. I made dinner, come and eat”

“Sweetheart, I’m not going to burn out. I’ve worked long and late hours, days even. I’m fine”

Usually hearing him call you sweetheart, you’d be agitated, but hearing him say it made you feel oddly different this time.

“I want you to be with me”

That makes him look up at you.

You begin to stutter “ Uh I-I mean like hang out with you...You know, eat dinner...be in each other's company. I know we’re still in the same house but I-” “You don’t wanna be alone” he cuts you off.

You blush, slightly embarrassed that you need him around you know. The old you would do absolutely anything to be away from Dave.

This was a bad idea. You gotta suck it up. You can be on your own, Stop being so needy and clingy! you told yourself.

“Never mind, just forget it. There’s spaghetti on the stove when you’re ready to eat-”

“Wait” He shuts down the computer and gets up from the desk. Pushing the desk chair in. He makes his way over to you, standing in front of you.

A smile appears on your face. Happy that he decided to call it a night.

“Spaghetti huh?”

“Yeah, with meatballs”

…

“Thanks for making dinner. I haven’t had Spaghetti in a while” Dave says as he washes the last dish. You're standing beside him, drying off the dishes he washed.

“It’s the least I could do. You made breakfast for me this morning, so I made dinner”

Dave hands you the dish. You take the rag, wiping the water off the ceramic. Dave takes the other dishes that you already dried off and placed them in a cabinet. You stand on your tippy-toes as you set the dish with the others. Dave shuts the cabinet closed right after.

You’re both standing in the kitchen in silence.

“Do you wanna watch a movie or something?” you asked “sure”

The two of you made it to the living room. You grabbed the remote to the flatscreen Tv off the coffee table and plopped yourself down on one side of the couch. Dave sat on the other side of the couch. There was a huge space between the two of you.

You turn on the TV and begin to flip through the channels. You gasped in excitement as you saw a cute little cartoon mouse and a cat wreaking havoc around a kitchen, making a mess as they ran around.

Dave cringes his face as stays on this channel. He looks over to you giving you a judgemental look “Tom and Jerry? Really? What are you five? Change the channel” He says, leaning to grab the remote from your hands. You move the remote away from him.

“Hey! Stop the Tom and Jerry slander, you hater! I used to watch this all the time when I was little. My grandmother introduced it to me.”

“I’ve never seen it”

“What?! Oh, we’re so watching it! How have you never seen Tom and Jerry? God, your childhood must have sucked ass. Tom and Jerry are hilarious!”

Dave groans, sinking himself into the sofa. He would rather watch something but if that's what you wanted. He’s gonna have to put up with it.

The two of you sat there in silence. Here and there your giggle would ring out, laughing at something Tom or Jerry did. Dave liked the sound of your laughter and giggling. He found it slightly cute how something so cheesy could make you lose it. Clearly, your humor was broken.

Tom and Jerry's relationship sorta reminded me of the two of you. Tom and Jerry had an odd relationship. They didn't get along, always going after each other, but there were moments where they found common ground. And although their relationship was rocky, they did care for each other, whether they like to admit it or not.

Dave liked where you guys were at, surprisingly. It’s a terrible thing for you to go through what you did. Almost getting kidnapped and killed, but he felt like this ordeal has brought you guys closer. It’s brought you closer in ways both of you can't explain. Something was staring. Neither of you really know what it is yet. But as he told you, it was you and him, in this together.

“Why are you so far away?” You say.

“What do you mean?”

“You're on the opposite end of the couch...You can move closer you know. I don’t have cooties”

Dave doesn’t move. He wants to move closer, but he’s almost afraid too. His job is to protect you, keep you safe. Not get all snuggly and cozy.

Dave sat with his right arm on the backside of the sofa, sitting with one leg crossed. You closed the space between the two of you by moving yourself into his right side. You lean your body, resting your head against his chest, your legs tucked under you.

Without thinking, Dave moves his arms from behind the couch to your body. His hand slowly rubbing your arm.

It was soothing. Your eyes slowly start to feel heavy.

He hasn’t realized you were doing it until a little while longer when you had fallen asleep.

Dave grabs the tv remote from your hands, shutting the tv off. He scoops your sleeping body into his arms and takes you upstairs into the master bedroom. He places you down on the bed, the move the covers around so he could get it I’ve your body.

He whispers your name

“Hmm?” You mumble, slightly waking up

“I’m going to bed. Wake me up if you need me”

“Okay” you whispered back “Goodnight” …

“Get up!” You heard a voice scream at you. You were dragged out of bed and onto the floor. You didn’t know what was happening, disoriented from being awoken abruptly. The person yelling at you wasn’t Dave.

You looked up to see one of the masked men hovering above you. Your eyes widen. How did they find you?

They gripped your arm, yanking you up to stand. This was the aggressive masked man. The one who threatened to put a bullet through your head.

Your fight or flight began to surge through you. Without thinking, you being to fight your way free from his grasp.

“DAVE!” You screamed

“Knock it off!” With the gun in his hand, he hits you in the side of the head. You help out in pain, the force making you drop to the floor. Your hand reaches your head. You pull your hand away noticing the bloodstain your hand.

“Get up! Let's go!” The masked man pulls you up again, pulling you into him. He holds the barrel to your head as he leads you out of the room.

As you stand at the top of the stairs, you see Dave standing right below, pointing his gun towards the two of you.

The masked man pushes the barrel to your temple

“Let them go!” Dave yells

“You have a two options here pal”

“I’m not playing your fucking game- let them go NOW!”

“Either you let them go with me or I kill you”

“Not happening”

“Dave-“

“Shut up!” The guy yells in your ear making you flinch. You felt your tears fall. You hadn’t realized you were crying.

“The choice is yours”

Dave stands his ground. Not moving an inch. He grips his gun tightly.

“Alright guess we’re gonna have to kill you”

Out of nowhere, you see the other masked man come up behind him.

“DAVE!”

But it was too late. Two shots rang out. Dave dropped to the floor. He didn’t move. Blood quickly seeped from his head onto the hardwood floor You began to sob, whimpering and calling out to him. You begged him to get up.

You hysterically cried as the man lead you down the stairs. You couldn't peel your eyes away from Dave. You felt so helpless. you couldn’t do anything to help him or save him. He’s dead because of you.

The man shoved you down. You laid next to Dave. Your lip quivered as his lifeless eyes stared at your bloodshot eyes. The two men stood over you.

“You’re next”

a pop rang out

You gasp, jolting awake. You frantically sit up in bed, your hands feeling over your body. You look beside you. Dave’s lifeless body wasn’t next to you. You weren’t at the bottom of the stairs like you thought you were. You were in your bed. It took you a minute to realize that it was only a dream. None of it was real. You were alive. You were safe.

Dave

You get out of bed, rushing over to your door. You quickly made it down the hall and open the door to Dave’s room. Cracking it open, you see Dave sleeping soundly. He was laying on his side, his body facing you.

You sigh in relief knowing he was okay. You let yourself in, shutting the door. You made your way over to the bed. You pull back the covers and lay on your side facing him.

He groggily says your name as he begins to stir awake

“Are you alright? Are you hurt?” his voice was deep and raspy from being asleep for a while.

You didn't say anything. A tear slid down your face and you sniffled. His hand moves over to your cheek wiping your tears away. “What’s wrong? Talk to me”

You sniffled again. “I had a nightmare...” He didn’t say anything. Letting you speak at your own time

“They came after us” Dave atomically knew who you were talking about. You didn't need to explain.

“They found us, Dave. They killed you in front of me. They killed me moments after...It felt so real”

His hand moved down your arm and holds your hand.

“You’re okay and I’m okay...It was only a dream. We’re safe”

His thumb rubs over the back of your hand, soothing you.

“Shhh, It’s okay...try to get some sleep. I’m right here...I’m right here”

MT: @icanbeyourjedi @sara-alonso @greeneyedblondie44 @hb8301 @alberta-sunrise @spacenerdpascal @ryleyrooroo @reader-s-cantina @nikkixostan @mindidjarin @evyiione

#The Equalizer 2 #Dave York x reader #Dave York #pedro #Pedro Pascal

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cookiebirdtui · 3 years

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Carlton’s fate. story

So, before we start on the story I have a few things to say

TW:Blood, crawly things under skin.

This follow’s Carlton, a month after the events of fourth closet.

This is not cannon, and just happens in my au.

Carlton hastily walked through the old rocky streets of hurricane. He gripped at his grey hoodie sleeves, the soft material becoming weaker every time he wore it. It had been a month. A month since he was released from the hospital. A month since he almost died for a second time. A month since Charlie went missing again. A month since he was faced with the serial killer, William Afton. A month since he was stabbed in the chest with remnant.

A month since he saw Michael.

After the accident, Carlton was always on high alert when walking around hurricane, and always precocious of everything he did, always, always afraid of something. Carlton didn’t like it. Not one bit. He didn’t show how much Freddys impacted him last time, Even though a few years ago he was shaken to the core. Nightmares always awoke him, making him silently shed tears. And they were always the same thing. What if. What if this, what if that.

What if Charlie didn’t save him?

But unlike a few years ago, unfortunately, he wasn’t so silent about waking up. Since leaving the hospital, sometimes he awoke by being shaken by his dad, a look of worry on his face, as he was told he was screaming. His face turned bright pink after that. Carlton sighed, looking back on the many memories he had of awakenings exactly like that, as he continued to walk home.

CLANG!

Carltons soul jumped, as he whipped his head around, his eyes skuttering around, his adrenaline spiked. There wasn’t anything there. Carlton put his hand on his chest, in an attempt to calm down his nerves. While he was still trying to calm down, he caught eyes with something rusty, in an alleyway, but as soon as he caught eyes on it, it seemed to duck around an alleyway corner. Carltons breath stopped. He stepped back, shaking. All he wanted to do was run straight to his house, or Jessica's, or John’s, or someone who he knew he could trust, but a small part of him, a part of him that he now kept tucked away because he knew it was dangerous, was curious. It was such a small part of him that it shouldn’t have any influence on what he did, and he should just get out of there and go home. Key word: shouldn’t.

As he began walking down the alleyway, he kept on thinking of turning back, but his feet decided they had their own mind today. And plus, as many thoughts as there were that this scenario was dangerous, there were equal amounts that stated he was overreacting, and that it was probably just a mouse. And besides, nothing terrible would happen!

Oh how wrong he was.

Carlton turned the corner of the weirdly designed alleyway, to face….

Trash Cans and bins. Carlton let the feeling of disappointment and relief flood him. He turned back around to get out of the way too creepy alleyway, But then he heard it. Another shuffle. Carlton slowly turned his head, his face full of fear and curiosity. But mainly fear. Absolutely mainly fear. He heard another shuffle, making the hair on his neck stand up even more than it already was. He thought he heard it from one of the closest bins near him, and even though every nerve screamed at him not to get closer, he found himself unwillingly walking up to it. Once he approached the bin, he had to jump and pull his body up to look in. It was empty. Absolutely empty. Not even a single trash bag. Satisfied with his results, Carlton jumped back down, then patted the metal bin. He turned to leave once again, but before he could take his hand off, he heard another sound. It was quiet, but ear shattering, and he immediately covered his ears with his hands. The screeching ended after a few seconds, and Carlton warely removed his hands, afraid that it would start again. He turned his head to the bin, a wave of annoyance and repetition consuming him. He stomped over to the bin and looked inside, and yet again. Nothing. Just like last time. Carlton rolled his eyes as he jumped down, and felt the bin slide a bit. Carlton probably wouldn’t have noticed it, but after...everything, he found his senses heightened. That and the wheel rolled on his foot. “DAMN IT!” Carlton yelled, as he pushed the bin off. After a few seconds of wiggling his foot, he realized something. He looked at the bin, with a new wave of uncertainty. He approached it as if it was a monster going to eat him.

Or a deadly suit.

Then he began to look over the bins, to see if he could spot anything from behind. He looked over the shiny plastic lids, on his tippy toes.

He shouldn’t have looked over.

Suddenly, a bear, that reminded him of Freddy, jumped out from behind the bin, and let out an earth shattering screech. He didn’t look like any type of Freddy that Carlton knew though. It looked as if it didn’t have an exoskeleton, just a tangle of wires, with what Carlton thought -and hoped-, were animatronics eyes mixed in. But it’s face, looked like it was about to fall apart, all rusty. Hints of bronze and silver only peaked out from underneath.

Carlton screamed, falling on his back, shuffling back to try to get away from it. Of course, it didn’t keep away, as it lept on Carlton. Carlton shrieked, kicking the thing, off of him. Carlton desperately stood up, stumbling, starting to run away, and. Get. Out.

Unfortunately for Carlton, the Freddy abomination reached out and took a hold of Carltons legs, leading him to fall on his face. Tears pricked up in his eyes, but he didn’t care. He just wanted to get out of the stupid alleyway. The red head screeched when the wires climbed further up, and he desperately tried to pry the wires off his legs.

It didn’t work. If anything it just angered the broken Freddy even more. Wires continued to slither up Carlton's body, like snakes. Thousands of snakes. Tears streamed down his face, as he continued screaming, trying to get rid of the thing that reminded him of so many traumatizing memories.

It Didn’t work.

Carlton screamed, the loudest scream he’s screamed yet, with a burst of adrenaline, he dragged his leg out of the wires and coyles, kicking it in the face in the process. It fell back on the ground with a satisfying thump.

Carlton scrambled up, his pulse was out of his body by the time he began running for the corner. He could just about see it, when he felt something wrap around his body, and his body sprung back, just like a spring. He landed in the pile of wires, that seemed to make its own little wall, or spider's web. The thousands of wires wrapped around his arms and legs, keeping him in place. He tried to pull away, but his arms snapped right back in place, like glue.

Or Aftons bounds.

A face he knew was the animatronics -or whatever it was- stretched out in front of him. And I mean, literally stretched. Wires that came from seemingly nowhere helped it do that. It reminded Carlton of a giraffe's neck. The face seemed to stare at Carlton, as if looking for something. After about a minute, Carlton felt a prickling pain on his wrist. He tried to ignore it, arguing that it would go away, and he would also regret turning to face his wrist. The pain didn’t go away. If anything it just got worse. After about a while of this, he snapped his head to look at what was wrong. The pile of wires…..was cutting open his wrist, overlapping the same cut, over and over again, as if trying to make it wider. And there was the blood. All of this blood. Streams and streams of it, running from his wrist, before inevitably falling on the ground, creating a puddle. Carlton immediately felt nauseous, and regretted looking at the thousands of drops of blood. HIS blood. Carlton tried pulling his hand out of the way, but instead, just ended up accidentally shoving the wire into the cut. He screamed, as the nerves in his wrist affected his entire body. He squeezed his eyes shut, as if to stop the pain. It didn’t. He then felt something, very, VERY unsettling. And it was PAINFUL too. Almost as painful as the remnant. Almost. Carlton opened his eyes to see what the pile of wires was doing. It horrified him. The wires,

were crawling up his wrists.

Wires, hundreds of them, were crawling up under his skin. He then screamed, not in fear like before, but in agony. The slithering continued up his arm, as Carlton bent down in pain. The rest of the wires wrapped around his body to stop him falling to the ground. A shriek escaped his mouth, as his shoulder jerked up, due to the fact that hundreds of wires were now crawling on his nerves on his shoulders. Ok, maybe now it was a little more painful than the remnant. A little. He looked up, to face the Freddy mask, just, staring at him. Carlton stared back, with one thought crossing his mind. What is it doing?

Carltons head then jerked down, and all feeling in his neck was gone, which terrified him. Tears fell down his face, as he began to silently sob. He felt his head being lifted up. He hesitantly opened his eyes, to face the Freddy creature doing…. Honestly Carlton didn’t know what it was doing. He ground his teeth, as tears continued to soak his face, the excruciating pain not stopping for even a moment. After a few seconds, Carlton realised it was looking at his neck. Carlton gave the Freddy, -which Carlton realized, looked sorta molten together- his skeptical eyes through the level of tears, that seemingly came from nowhere. It wasn’t until it’s wires came closer to Carlton's neck, did he realize what it was going to do. Carlton thrashed around, one last shot of adrenaline burst through his body, trying to get away from those particular wires. He only stopped when the wave of pain got inflicted onto his body, making him gasp for breath. Out of nowhere, a wiry, disfigured hand held his face in place, making him keep still. Carlton felt a sudden swipe across his neck, and then pain erupted through his body. Carlton screamed, as he felt bucket loads of the crimson liquid leak from the gaping whole in his neck. He gasped for breath, the taste of blood pilling up in his mouth. A familiar sense of tiredness consumed him. He felt his cheek hit the stoney pavement before blacking out.

***

Jessica layed on her bed, reading what she had to read for homework, or at least trying to read, but instead kept flicking her eyes to her phone (pretend that phones were a thing then). Carlton left from her apartment, and said he was going to go home. She asked him if he would call her when he got home. He promised he would. That was 2 hours ago. Jessica knew that his house was more on the edge of town, but it wouldn’t have taken 2 HOURS to get there. Probably 45 minutes at the least, and 1 hour and a half at the most. She had experience going back and forth this past month. Carlton wouldn’t admit it, but she would see the worry in his eyes whenever someone talked about that day. The day they rescued the kids from the new pizzeria. The day that Charlie went missing again, though she suspected John knew what happened.

The day she thought Carlton died.

She would never forget it. Finding him was a miracle, but yet, she was terrified. He probably would’ve died if they didn’t find him right then. Jessica remembered very clearly. The amount of blood he was losing through that stab wound. His sickeningly pale skin. His shallow breathing. When the ambulance came she wanted to go with them. She wanted to watch over him, to make sure he was alright. If anything, she was acting like Marla. When the ambulance left, and they were all waiting for Clay, she remembered, very vividly, looking over and finding a child’s drawing right next to where they found Carlton. She knew that she didn’t see it earlier, and pocketed it, in case it was Carltons. It was. She remembered talking to Carlton in his hospital room.

-She also remembered entering her house to the mess of the hallway. She was quite annoyed.-

He was acting as if nothing happened at all, and he was his bright and cheery self. Everyone thought nothing of it, but a week after, when he left the hospital, he started acting, weird… It started off gradually, him just being skittish when someone suddenly snuck up behind him, making less jokes, and wanting to go to town less. Completely normal behavior, everyone thought. But that was before Clay told them that he sometimes awoke to Carlton screaming in his sleep.

Screaming about how he was sorry he couldn’t save them. Screaming about how they couldn’t trust him. Screaming about someone getting away from him.

Screaming in pure agony.

(Jessica wondered who they were.)

When Clay told them about Carlton, Jessica had to admit, she didn’t think it was so bad. But that was before she went over to their house.

She was over to help with the investigation of finding Charlie again. John was also over. Said he had to leave his apartment.

They were in the living room, reading over some files that honestly just confused Jessica. John was lying on the couch, just staring at the ceiling. Jessica looked up from the files to try and clear her head. She looked around at the surroundings, only to find that someone was missing. “Clay, where’s Carlton?” she asked, turning to the older man. He stopped for a second before looking at her. She didn’t miss the concern that flashed on his face. “He went to bed early, and, by the looks of it, you two should be heading off to bed soon”. Jessica was about to reply with how her and John's home was about an hour away, when a scream echoed through the house. A look of shock was on everyone's faces. “WHAT. WAS. THAT!” John yelled, a hint of worry in his voice. Clay looked over to him sadly. “Carlton has been getting nightmares lately, didn’t I tell you?” a look of confusion on his face when he said the last part. John looked away in shame. She knew that he didn’t think they were that bad, that and the fact he was still grieving over Charlie. Suddenly, another ear-piercing scream erupted through the house. This wasn’t like the last one though, it sounded, painful. She stared at John, giving him a look, and he looked back, then nodded. They both rushed upstairs and burst into Carltons room. The scene was terrifying. Carlton was screaming in pure agony. He was clutching his sleeves as if he was going to die if he let them go. Hot tears streamed down his face onto his pillow case, and he was curled up as if he was in pain. To him he probably was in pain. “Carlton…” Jessica whispered, making her way into the boys room. “Carlton, CARLTON!” she shouted, panic settling into her voice, as she shook him. He shot up, gasping for breath. He looked over from his bed, and then, unexpectedly, hugged her. It was so sudden, that all she could do was stand there. John's eyes widened from the hallway at the unexpected hug. Jessica was about to ask Carlton to get off of her, when she heard that he was rambling about something. “Please don’t go, I don’t want to be alone again, don’t leave me please, I’m sorry, don’t leave, Please don’t go”. He kept on repeating, in between gasps for breaths and silent sobs. It pulled at her heart. She turned to John, who was silently sneaking into the room. Then all of a sudden, his grip seemed to tighten, and he started loudly sobbing. “It’s my fault, it’s all my fault, it’s my fault, it’s always my fault, he’s dead because of me!” he yelled out the last part, shocking both of the others even more. He thought Michael was his fault? Carlton began shaking, stepping back, surprising jessica. He clutched his arms before hyperventilating and rambling on, and on about something Jessica didn’t know about. “They left me, they left me, they left me, they left me, they left me…” he continued on and on, stepping back until he hit the wall, before sliding down, still grasping onto his arms. “John, go get Clay, NOW!” she shouted the last part, whipping her head around to face John, tears making the way to her eyes. John didn’t need to be asked twice, as he ran out of the room. She turned her eyes to face Carlton, panic making the way through her body. And he kept repeating the same thing over and over again.“..They left me, they left me, they left me, they left me, they left me, they left me, I’m going to die here. It’s all my fault! I shouldn’t have told them!” Realisation hit her hard when she realized what he was referring to. Was he still thinking of that? “I got Clay-” she heard John start, before looking down onto Carlton’s hyperventilating body. Clay pushed fords, and Jessica clearly saw the look of horror on his face. She guessed she had the same. He slowly walked up Carlton before bending down and placing his hand on Carlton's shoulder. Jessica saw Carlton flinch, before looking at his dad, with a face that would make mostly everyone cry. He then looked at her, before his head dropped onto his fathers shoulder. He was unconscious.

“What….was that?” John finally asked, when they closed his bedroom door after they placed Carlton back onto his bed. He looked so peaceful, and not like he was screaming in pain a few minutes ago. Nobody could quite answer him. “I’m….. sorry. It’s never been this bad. Not even close”. Clay looked at them with a face of worry. None of them have ever seen Carlton like this before, wallowed in screams and self doubt. It scared Jessica. Alot. “I know what he was talking about…” Jessica whispered, which surprised the three of them. “Talking about..what?” John asked, his voice soft. Tears fell down her eyes at the thought. “Y-you know, how Carlton kept on saying over and over again that ‘they left me’?” Jessica asked, looking at John. He nodded, confused. Jessica gulped before starting again. “I-I think he w-was referring to the, the Freddy incident” she stuttered. Confusion was all over John’s face. “But, you said that he went looking for the little kid himsel-” “I meant the the a few years ago.” a wave of horror washed up along John’s face, as the realisation hit him too, maybe even harder. The hallway was silent. “Oh my god….”. His response was honest. “We left him! We left him there! How on earth has he been able to forgive us, nonetheless act like everything was fine for years! He was stuck in that suit for over 24 hours! He could’ve died! He would’ve died! And afterwards he acted like everything was ok! And we believed him! Even while he had that concussion and was puking his guts out, he was somehow able to ask if we’re ok!” John ranted, pacing back and forth. Clay looked at them hesitantly, afraid to say anything that would set them off. “You two should head off to bed, and don’t worry, you can stay the night.” Jessica and John looked at each other with a worried glance, before trudging off to the spare rooms they slept in last time.

Jessica sighed, shaking her head, as she continued on with trying to read her homework. He probably just forgot.

BUZZ!

Jessica looked up and saw who just texted her.

Clay

<Hey, can you tell Carlton to leave your place soon?

I can’t get ahold of him on my phone.

Jessica looked at the message, confused by what he meant by that.

Um, he left a while ago>

Why?>

<Really?! He hasn’t come home yet.

Concern washed over her face as she furiously typed.

I thought he was at your house!>

<How long ago did he leave your house

…>

<Jessica?...

2 hours ago…>

<REALLY! I’m going to go look for him. Can you please help?

Of course, he’s my best friend!>

Panic settled into Jessica. He wasn’t at his house?! She lept off her bed, grabbing a random jacket on the back of her desk chair in the process. She slipped it on, as her hands stumbly pressed John's number. Of course, only after she tried to call Carlton. He didn’t pick up. She was halfway down the stairs of her apartment when John picked up. “Jessica?” John answered tiredly, even though it was about three in the afternoon. “John! Can you help me look for Carlton? I thought he was at his house, but his dad just texted to ask him to leave mine!” She started yelling, hearing the pitter patter of her footsteps. “Ok, ok I’m up-” Jessica wondered what he was doing before she called. “-how long ago did he leave?” “TWO HOURS AGO! JOHN, do you think I would call you about this if he left 10 minutes ago?!” she yelled, finally making her way to the ground floor, before throwing open the doors “Ok, I’m sorry ok! Have you tried calling Carlton?” she heard the shuffling around his house, as if to try and find something. “Yes! He didn’t pick up!” her voice was frantic, as she walked out to the streets outside of her house. “Ok, I’ll look around my apartment, you look around yours, we’ll check in with each other in 30 minutes again. Ok?” she heard the jingling of keys in the door from her phone. “Ok” she responded back. There was the loud beep of the call ending. She looked around the streets, panicked.

It had been 30 minutes. No one has found Carlton yet. She was rushing past the shops, resisting the urge to scream his name. The sound of ringing from her phone distracted her for a fraction of a second, as she brought the ringing phone to her ear. “Hello?” “Jessica, it’s John, have you found Carlton yet?” She let herself sigh as she continued walking. “No I haven’t John. He’s nowhere near his walk home from my house!” She looked across the street, in hopes to find an adorable red tuft of hair. She couldn’t spot it. She was about to look away, she thought she spotted something in an alleyway. She squinted. Her eyes widened. “Jessica? You still there?” she heard John's voice ask. “I think I should call the police.” She answered, mindlessly. “What! Why?!” She heard John yell in her ear, just like she was doing half an hour ago. Jessica then realized what she just said. “I spotted some blood across the street, in an alleyway, and I’m sure I can stop the search for a second to call the police.” She told John, as she started crossing the street (looking both ways, obviously), “John?” “Do you think it’s Carlton?”. She reached the outside of the alleyway when he said that. She stopped. He said it so quiet, that she almost missed it. She hadn’t thought of that. She gulped. “I h-hope it’s not.” She knew that he heard her stutter. She took a deep breath, before stepping into the alleyway. She stopped right before turning the corner. And right before stepping into blood. It looked as if it was still slowly spreading. It looked new, but not brand new ether. Approximately an hour and a half. She shook off the fact that Carlton would be around here at that time. She took a deep breath in before turning the corner.

Her phone collided with the ground. Her eyes widened. Her breath stopped. All she could do was stand. After what felt like eternity, Jessica slowly placed one foot in front of the other, slowly making her way to the thing that rendered her speechless. It was like she was walking through honey. After a few steps, she started sprinting, like it was the end of the world. And for her, it might have been.

“CARLTON!” Tears rushed to her eyes as she knelt by the body of one of her best friends.‘Friend? Yeah right.’ Blood soaked her jeans, but Jessica didn’t notice. She was trying to turn the body over to face her. When the body came to face her, she stifled a gasp. Just barely. She started bawling her eyes out, like a little kid. His face was all scratched up. No, not scratches, gashes, all over his face. His ginger hair was soaked with the crimson liquid. A gigantic, deep, cut was slashed on his neck, and looked like it was still bleeding. Cuts covered his legs. Jessica took deep gasps of breaths in, as she gingerly lifted his head up, cradling it like a baby. Tears kept on flowing from her eyes, as she looked at his wrists, (for some odd reason). She stared at them, as if looking for something. She carefully rolled up the grey sweaters sleeves -which were now more maroon than grey-. Her breath stopped for a second time. There were deep gashes across his wrist, but it wasn’t just that, that made her breath stop. By what she could tell, there were pieces of metal, inside his wrist and under his skin. She started sobbing uncontrollably, not hearing John's request to know what was going on.

***

John heard. He was confused, but heard. He heard the sound of clashing against the ground, and Jessica screaming, then sobbing from a distance. “Jessica, who was it? Are you ok? Jessica? Jessica?!” Then, John stopped, recalling what he said earlier.

“Do you think it’s Carlton?”

Tears silently made its way down his face, plopping on the concrete ground below him. John started rushing around, asking continuous questions of “where are you?” After about ten minutes, he heard, just over a whisper, “I’m at ***********” . As soon as heard the address, he rushed over as fast as he could.

He couldn’t have missed it. There were police cars everywhere. And what felt like hundreds of ambulances. John's eyes scuttered around until he spotted Jessica. It wasn’t hard. She was just to the side of the alleyway. She was sobbing. Tears made their way down her already red face. Officer Burke was standing next to her, his hand on her shoulder. His eyes were hazy, as if he wasn’t exactly there with them, and he just left his body behind. It looked like he had been crying too. He made his way up to them, just as other officers started putting up yellow tape. Suddenly, he was wrapped around in an unexpected hug. He felt hot tears hit his shoulders. He then let his own tears slip from his eyes. For it was a day where they lost one of their own.

Little did anyone know, but the rusty pile of wires, at the back on the alleyway, that no one gave a second glance at, now burned with a new life.

A new soul.

#carlton burke #fnaf tse #fnaf carlton #molten freddy #fnaf jessica #fnaf john #fnaf clay burke

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travesty-majesty · 4 years

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Postwickshipping fic bc I’m in the mood

(I’ve never written a pkmn fic before so hopefully I get the characters ok! This is basically a comfort ship for me)

(Set five years after main game! Assuming the characters were around 16 in main game, around 20-21 now)

This was it, the fifth year Gloria was taking on someone to defend her title as Champion. Hop couldn’t make it to the stadium as he was holed up in the lab to keep an eye on some Pokemon, but he was watching it from his phone, cheering for his girlfriend.

They had started dating maybe a year or two after Gloria became champion. Despite Gloria often being busy with her Champion work, she always made sure to stay over in Hop’s house once a week. Any day one of them had off they spent with the other in their workplace, and if they both had the day off, date night!

It was going great so far. Gloria often complained of all the work being the Champion took, and how she’d love to be able to settle down with someone (preferably Hop). Hop just laughed and told her it’d calm down at some point. He’d never admit he wanted the same thing. He’d love to be able to have normal meals with her, go out exploring together... He just wants to be with her as much as he can be.

One day Gloria joked that if she ever lost her title she wasn’t entirely sure what she’d do. Hop threw out there that Sonia could always use another assistant, to which they both laughed. Hop didn’t think much of it.

He turned his focus to the match. Both Gloria and her opponent were on their last Pokemon, down to very low health. Hop liked to predict what her next move would be, and this one was obvious.

“Well, if she uses Quick Attack now, she’ll definitely win! She outspeeds Cinderace, so even if they both use it, she’ll go first! She’s got this in the bag.” He described to himself, punching the air before she had even won. The Rockruff that had been bounding around stopped and looked up at him, barking once.

“See? It’s easy! Oh, wait! It’s her turn.” He turned up the volume. “C’mon, mate...”

‘Mate’ always slipped out, even though they’re dating.

Gloria didn’t act for a moment, all cameras turned to her. She looked like she was planning something. Then she looked right into one of the cameras, looking directly at Hop. He almost felt like he was there. Then, she sighed and smiled.

“Inteleon, use Double Team!” She commanded with the confidence of someone who’d thought they’d won.

But everyone knew, even Gloria.

She’d doomed herself.

Hop gasped, dropping the phone.

“WHAT?! No, they’re gonna attack! You’d gonna lose! Gloriaaaaa..!”

Rockruff barked again.

“Oh, shush and let me be emotional!”

Inteleon used the move as told, and as Hop had imagined, the opposing trainer had gone for an attack, knocking Inteleon out.

That was it.

Gloria was no longer Champion.

Hop was speechless as the award ceremony was carried out. She lost? How? She was amazing at these battles, how did she just lose? While he wondered, the host asked “Anything you wanna say to the people at home?”

“One specific person, actually.” She said, taking the microphone.

“Hop.”

He looked at the screen again.

“Keep the door unlocked, ok?”

- - -

It had only been two hours since the championship ended. As soon as it did, Hop had unlocked the door like she said, then promptly collapsed into the couch. He knew he wouldn’t be getting any work done, so he absent-mindedly stroked a Pyukumuku as he thought. Gloria didn’t seem upset at all, which was odd; many losses at Monopoly on her part had showed him she always gets at least a little bit frustrated.

So why did she just take it?

It’s not like he was angry, or disappointed or something. He was just... confused.

As he wondered, he heard a bit of a commotion outside. Sighing, he stood up and popped his head out the door. People were crowded around the train station.

‘May as well go check that out. Get my mind off that.’ He thought. He stood up, bringing the pokemon back into their pokeballs before he left.

He made his way down to the station, hearing people chatter about the match. It’s not like he was the only one watching; everyone in Galar was watching.

When he got there, he had to push his way through a crowd, but when he got to the front, he saw...

“Gloria!”

Gloria, who had been talking to an excited fan, spun around when she heard his voice.

“Hop! You’re here!”

She made her way over, immediately hugging him. Yes, she was on her tippy toes. No, nobody mentioned it.

“I was gonna surprise you at the lab, you know.” She said. Hop laughed, hugging back tightly.

“Well, I’m here now, mate. We could still go, though, if you’d wanna?” He asked. She nodded, glancing around.

“Sure. Gotta tell you something in private, anyway.” She said.

Ominous much?

Either way, Gloria gave one or two more statements before taking Hop’s hand, leading them both back to the lab. Her hand was pretty warm, he noticed. Why, he couldn’t tell you. I suppose you just notice those small things when you’ve been with someone for so long.

- - -

Gloria collapsed onto the couch, sighing. “I sure missed this. You’re lucky, getting to sit here each day!”

“What are you, a couch expert?” Hop asked, both of them laughing. Eventually though, when both had calmed down, Hop spoke up again.

“So mate, about your match...”

“Oh, that? Nothing much.” She said nonchalantly.

“Wha- you lost! You lost your Champion status! Doesn’t that bother you?!” He asked. Gloria laughed, putting her hand over his.

“I thought you woulda realised. I lost on purpose.”

Hop didn’t react for a moment. When the words sunk in though, his eyes widened.

“What?! On purpose?! Why?!” He exclaimed.

“Well, a few things.” She started. “You know how I’ve been talking about how hectic becoming champion gets. I just... wanted to get away from it, I suppose. Besides, having ‘past Champion’ on my record is gonna be great for the ol’ resume.” She explained.

“I mean... Wow. So you’re just, ok with this? You’re not mad or anything?” He asked, still kinda surprised.

“Yep. I figured five years was good enough. Besides...”

She squeezed his hand, sighing.

“I wanted to be with you. Only seeing you on my days off just wasn’t enough for me.”

“Pfft- Well, same here! In a weird way, I’m sorta glad. Now I get to see your face whenever I want! And not just in your battles.”

“Do you watch all of them?”

“Every single one.”

Gloria laughed again. Hop smiled, just happy to be seeing her in front of him. It felt... almost surreal. He was happy, though.

“But, uhh... there’s a second reason I decided to give it up. I wanted to settle down. Like, get a house, job... you know.”

“Oh, really..?”

“Mhm! But... obviously, I’m not just gonna move in somewhere on my own. So, I have two questions for you. One... would you be interested in... well, living with me- ah!”

Gloria was cut off by Hop suddenly throwing his arms around her. “Yeah! Yes, definitely! I- this is awesome!”

“Hahahaha! Glad you’re so enthusiastic.”

“Of course I am, mate! Do you think I’d say no?”

“Not really.”

They laughed again, pulling away.

“And... ok, ready for question number two?” She asked.

“Not sure how it’s gonna get any more intense than the first question, but sure!”

“Ok, well... here, stand up.”

Gloria stood up, pulling Hop to his feet. She was surprisingly strong, considering her height and build. When they were both standing, still giggling slightly, Gloria took a deep breath.

“Ok, ok, I- stop looking at me like that!”

“Can’t. You’re just too cute.”

“Dork.” Hop laughed at Gloria’s pout. She took a deep breath, then began speaking again.

“Ok, Hop. We’ve been together for years, and despite the long distance, we’ve been really happy together, right?”

“Right.”

“Ok, good. So, I’ve been thinking about this for a while, and I’ve finally decided to ask. Hop- gah, screw this gammy knee-”

Gloria stretched her leg, then dropped down onto one knee, pulling a box out of her back pocket. Hop covered his mouth, eyes wide. He was pretty sure he knew where this was going.

She flicked open the box.

“Hop, will you marry me?”

Hop instantly pulled her to her feet, kissing her. After a moment, Gloria smiled into the kiss, returning it. They stayed like that for a moment, just being happy. Eventually though, when their need for air tore them away from each other, Hop smiled.

“Yes. Definitely yes.”

~ ~ ~

Ik it’s probably bad but I really wanted to try my hand at postwickshipping so it probably isn’t perfect but it’s fluffy marriage proposal so :>>

(Sorry to all my non-pokemon followers lol) (which is probably a lot of you bc I’ve never posted pokemon content before)

#Pokemon #Pokemon swsh #postwickshipping #hop x gloria #Gloria is so hard to write because she has NO dialouge #Being the protag and all #Hop is just :)) with an inferiority complex

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edwardslostalchemy · 4 years

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I like to believe that Fakir was actually kind of disappointed that the love letter from Duck wasn't real. Like from the moment Uzura brought it to him and she yelled about that being "Duck's Lovey-Dovey for Fakir, zura!", he knew it wasn't real. Because first of all, Duck doesn't do confession letters and why would she write one for him anyway? But a part of him, deep down was like "I'll give her the benefit of a doubt". And he humored both Uzura and himself by reading the letter and lo and behold, not only was this a fake love letter but it was also NOT Duck's handwriting and he KNOWS what it looks like by now. He's seen her write with that scribbly kind of cursive that's kinda pretty but all over the place and this love letter was TOO neat and TOO perfectly written for it to have come from Duck. On top of that, she'd NEVER write things like the ones in the love letter and Fakir would think "this is so stupid, she doesn't even say things like this". Like in the letter it has stupid things like "you make my heart burn hotter than a thousand Suns" and Fakir is sitting on his desk going "this is not Duck, who wrote this vile shit". And he sets it down and Uzura is WAITING for his reaction because she wants to KNOW what the lovey-dovey says!!!! Tell her, zura, she's standing on her tippy toes staring at you, Fakir! And he has to break it to her that this is not a real letter and Uzura gets sad about it because she wanted for Duck and Fakir to be together and be lovey-dovey with each other, zura. 😞 But he needs to know from Duck herself to see if it is in fact meant for him or if it's just a dumb fake letter and when he tells her and she takes the letter so nervously and says her friends wrote it, he thought "I knew it" and walked away like it didn't sting and hurt his feelings just a tiny bit. He is unaffected and he steels himself and he knows its not real, but damn he kinda sorta did want it to be. Meanwhile, Duck is reading the letter and she's like "Oh my God......did he really read this?" And she doesn't know whether to burn the letter or chuck it back to Pique and Lillie. Uzura doesn't bring it up because Fakir told her not to, but she still hopes to find another lovey-dovey from Duck. A real one this time that has her true feelings. And also Fakir, too, he can't fool anyone.

EDIT: I wrote a fic about this!! https://edwardslostalchemy.tumblr.com/post/622467521182875650/fake-letters-real-feelings

#fakiru #uzura #princess tutu #fakir #ahiru #duck #pt rambles #i just want them to be happy together #me watching ep 19: is that it zura? lovey dovey zura?#also me w ep 19: dont waste time on trifles idiot

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bibuckbuckley · 4 years

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do you think we’ll get a juke kiss or are we all setting ourselves up for heartache

HOPE BABE ILYSFM THANK YOU

okay so, this is an excellent question that I’ve casually seen a lot of ppl talk about but hadn’t fully paid attention too much of what they said. I think I should start with what I have seen ppl talk about, which is them being worried about Madison (Julie) being a minor and Charlie (Luke) being like 22 and not wanting her to have to be forced to kiss someone older if she doesn’t want to, especially since they’ve noted how she and Charlie would act all gross out by the thought (but I would also like to point out that they both are Team Juke and her dad is like Juke’s #1 fan.) However, from what I’ve see from Maddie and what she’s talked about, she always has her dad on set and her sister comes there a lot, and it seems like Kenny and the crew treat her really well and give her a great work environment. So it seems that she wouldn’t do anything that she would be uncomfortable with. After all, going back to what I said, she’s mentioned several times that she’s Team Juke and wants them to happen as well. Also, just like today or yesterday she posted (i think on her ig) about a gum (i think spearmint but don’t quote me on this) giving her great gum to help her in juke kissing scenes and she was gonna give it to charlie so that take as you will lol. Also, I think they all knew what they were getting into when they were casted (since they’re the main ship i can see them having a chemistry read with each other during auditions) since the Juke ship is pretty obviously a big ship in s1 (I mean they literally wrote Perfect Harmony and wanted Juke to have an epic Troy and Gabriella- eques dance and Charlie was the one who suggestion that Luke’s guitar sing to Julie so...). My conclusion? They’re both professional actors and I think they’d both be professional and okay with it, but if they’re not then I can see the show respect their wishes and do something for juke that is still natural and explores their epic romantic relationship, maybe even another epic song/dance.

Okay, now that that long explanation is out of the way, we’re gonna go with the idea that they’re both cool with it and go from there.

Okay, tbh when I first saw the show and the final scene where they finally get to touch and they’re looking all loving into each other’s eyes with their hands placed all lovingly on each other’s faces, I totally thought that they were gonna kiss! (same goes with the last Willex scene). It makes sense that they didn’t tho since a lot was going on and Alex and Reggie were right there. But, what seems like their newfound abilities where Julie can now touch them (which means more hugs yay!!), they can actually kiss now. Yay! Which begs the question, what does this mean for their relationship since that’s now an option?

As a sidenote, tbh if it wasn’t for Luke dying bc of Caleb’s spell, i think that porch scene would’ve ended with them making their ‘interesting little relationship’ official since the episode started with Julie turning down Nick (her big crush that she had in the beginning of the season who she preseries seemed to be on crushing on forever and is an actual lifer like her) bc she didn’t think that it was fair to him since she had feelings for Luke even though she thought that nothing could happen bc of it. And then you see you her go to Luke’s parent’s house to give them Unsaid Emily bc she just wants to help him feel better bc she knows how badly that he’s hurting. And then the way he tries to hold her hand, forgetting for a moment that they can’t touch, but then says, “This is an interesting little relationship you and I have.” And they’re both so adorable looking at each other when the other isn’t looking. Also, when he said ‘there’s something I have to tell you” the way Julie was sorta standing up and down on her tippy toes and sorta looked like she was anticipating something, I feel like she was expecting Luke to officially say something about him liking her. I really think that without him dying and having to focus on trying to crossover, they might’ve started some sort of relationship even though it would’ve been different. (again she could’ve started one with Nick but refused bc she liked Luke). And that was when they couldn’t even touch. Although of course you can have a relationship without touching, from what we’ve seen between Julie and Luke, it looks like they craved each other’s touch i.e. all of her looks in Perfect Harmony and back to that porch scene where they forgot that they couldn’t touch and wanted to hold each other’s hands and the way that they looked at each other’s lips at the end of Edge of Great. So I think it’s save to say that they did wish that they could touch.

Which leads me back to the end, where they can touch and don’t have to worry about him crossing over any time soon (since it looks like the boys will wanna stick around for a while and not look for their unfinished business anytime soon since they’d want to continue on their music career). So, with The Phantoms not going anywhere anytime soon, and all that had happened with Juke prior to that, I think it wouldn’t take long for them to try to start something, unless something stood between them. Which seems like caleb!nick could in fact put a wedge between them (especially since Nick was there to give her flowers and ‘fight for her’ as Caleb said). But even without that that wedge, I’m still kinda unsure of if Juke would officially admit their feelings to each other right after that night, or still kinda have it sorta linger in the air.

Either way, whether they do get together pretty quickly or take their time bc of outside and internal obstacles (i.e. Nick and their own inner worries of not being sure if a lifer/ghost relationship would work) I think the show will take their time with a kiss. There’s a lot of Troyella parallels for Juke, and I can see them pull a troyella where we get almost kisses and but always get interrupted (i.e. HSM 2) up until A Big Epic Moment™ toward the end. I mean in a way, we already got something similar to that when they wanted to hold hands back in the porch scene but their hands went through bc he’s...you know...a ghost. So since we already had a scene in that similar vain, I can totally see that happening. Especially since this ship is already so agonizing like that.

But back to your original point, I think (if the actors are okay with it ofc) we will get a kiss. Whether it’s s2 or another, I completely believe that we’re gonna get a kiss at some point. So I don’t think our hearst will break on that front (although that is valid concern given our track record with ships). However, there is also the big question of whether or not they end up together, since he is after all still a ghost (unless him and the boys become alive again at like the end which i really want to happen). But that’s a whole question for another post, and this is already super long.

In conclusion, if the actors are okay with it, then I really think that we’re gonna get a Juke kiss (and hopefully Willex too), but I also think that they might torture us with it before it happens.

Anyways, sorry this is so freaking long and probably doesn’t make any sense. But thank you so much Hope!! ILSYFM BABE and I absolutely LOVE talking Juke with you!!

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naveenscrackwhore · 4 years

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Crumbling Down

Summary: All around the hospital rumors are being spread of how an Attending and Resident are in a relationship. Those rumors happen to be about Ethan Ramsey and Cecily Aldaine. What does this mean for the two of them? What will happen to them?

word count: 2014

A/N: hi! im sorta new to writing but ive been inspired by so many amazing writers to write this. i hope you all enjoy this! it took me a bit to get the confidence to post but should i make this a series? tell me in the comments below :)

Cecily blankly stared at her trembling hands, attempting to concentrate on Ethan’s voice. She could barely hear him though, no matter how hard she tried to focus. Soon, all she could hear was her own blood chaotically rushing all throughout her body and the sharp throbbing pain of her head. Her eyes became cloudy and her vision foggy. She felt her lips tremble along with her short legs. She became weaker and weaker by the moment, any moment now her legs will give up and she’d collapse to the floor with a thud. Cecily continued to breathe in and out. Shutting her eyes close, she counted with the beating of her heart. She sucked in a deep breath and exhaled out. One. She repeated it, her hands slowly started to shake less. Two. Again, she sucked in another breath and held it for a few moments before forcing it all out and quickly opened her eyes. Three. Cecily was finally back in reality.

She snapped her gaze back at Ethan, his tan, veiny hands grasped onto his brunette and faint grey streaked hair, his grip hard enough to rip out chunks of it. A nervous and frustrated habit of his. She observed the way his brows furrowed and two straight lines formed on top of it. His sky blue eyes shut tightly as he spoke frantically. Cecily could also notice the slight wrinkles forming at the corners. Her eyes followed his long leg when he continued to pace around the room, another nervous habit of his. Words were rushing out of his mouth and his voice was growing louder and louder,- a part of her was pretty sure, the whole hospital heard them. He opened his light blue eyes and their eyes met. His eyes boring into her deep green ones. It felt as if he was staring right through her skull, invading her privacy and seeing all of her secrets. Sometimes, she thought of him as a parasite or a disease manifesting through her. But that's not very romantic.

She felt something boil and rise in her. Cecily was always a friendly, nice person and she rarely was confrontational. Sure, she might be outgoing and ‘outrageously,’ enthusiastic and energetic most of the time. The woman always tried her best to never confront anyone unless she was extremely angry at them for a valid reason. She always hated arguments but she’s recently found herself to be in a lot more since she started her career at Edenbrook. Breaking out of her thoughts and her murderous glares, she stomped towards him and halted right in front of Ethan.

“Ethan, I don’t care about my career as much as I care about you!” Cecily passionately argued back at him, her fight or flight mode switching on. She was now close to him, her fingers aggressively poked at his chest as she looked up at him. “You never ask me what I want! This is exactly what happened last year in Miami! You always tell me how I should feel and ignore my feelings! You’re literally impossible!”

She huffed at her swooped bangs and stared him down. Raking her hand through her long blonde locks, she gave in. With a long sigh, Cecily's body lightly pressed against his as she cupped one side of his face with her hand while the other tucked the loose curl behind his ear. “I- I care about you Ethan more than you can ever imagine. I don’t care where I am at in five years if you’re not there with me.”

Ethan’s hands settled on the curve of her small back, supporting her from falling. They stared into each other's eye longingly as Ethan took a few moments to process what she said. He hesitantly leaned down as she stepped on her tippy toes, her freckled nose bumping with his.. Neither broke eye contact as their lips ever-so slightly brushed against each other. But before Cecily could even press her lips harder against his, Ethan pulled away and turned so she couldn’t see him drag his hand up his face.

“Ethan?” Cecily stepped closer to him, her hand gently touching his shoulder.” Are you oka-.”

The moment didn’t last long as Ethan whipped himself to face her, lightly smacking her hand away from him. She stared at him, her mouth slightly open and her eyes slightly more big. He drew in a breath as he growled, “Dr. Aldaine, I care about my career much more than I’ll ever care about you.”

Cecily paled, she didn’t move, she almost was frozen. She felt her mouth become and her hands became unsteady again. Her sea green eyes moved away from him as she glanced at his desk. Her heart dropped low to her stomach and it felt like she couldn’t breathe, again. She rested her hands on her neck as she anxiously rubbed it. Tears were threatening to spill but she resisted the sensation that eventually would take over. After what felt like an eternity, she tumbled through her words, “Oh, um.. Sick. Right, okay.”

“I’ll be on my way, I have to get some scans for my patient. Goodbye, Doctor. Ramsey.” She cleared her throat and made finger guns towards the door. She quickly darted out of his office and away from his sight. Her throat soon closed again andher walls crumbled down.

Cecily quickly turned the knob of the supply closet and collapsed. Her hands gripped onto the cracked walls and her nails scraped some of the paint off of it as she glanced up at the ceiling. Trying to keep the tears a float, she refused to cry,- at least not over him. She was breathing ragged, her arms moved to her chest and she clutched tightly on herself, attempting to hug herself.

‘It hurts so much.’ she thought, ‘why does it hurt so-.’

The door swung open and Bryce stood in front of it concerned. His brown eyes scanned her, trying to comprehend why she was on the edge of a mental breakdown. He stood still for a while, not completely sure of what to do with Cecily. Bryce couldn’t recall if he ever saw her cry this much. The moment, they made eye contact. She rubbed her nose with the sleeve of her lab coat and sniffled.

“Bryce, don’t just stand there! Get in or get out!” she cried, throwing an ivy bag at him.

Bryce gave her a sad smile, remembering their first day at Edenbrook. She said that exact same thing to him as she did a year ago. He silently closed the door with a click as he slowly walked towards her, sliding down the wall. His long, toned arm wrapped around her shoulder, pulling her closer to him. He rested his chin on Cecily’s head, keeping her close and tight. He rubbed soothing, circular motions around her back, whispering reassuring words in her ear.

After a few minutes of her hyperventilating, she was finally stable and not crying. All he could hear was small sniffles and breathing steading. His arms still had her in a cocoon, protecting her with all he had. Bryce hated to see Cecily cry. They’ve been best friends since last year and were completely inseparable. They relied on one another, a lot. And when one was upset or in pain the other was there for them. He always joked that the best should always stick together but he really meant it, in some egotistical, cocky way. Bryce swears on his looks that he’d always be there for her, no matter what.

Bryce’s fingers nimbly turned her head to face him, his thumb pressed softly against her chin. His eyes softened even more as he could see her nose was pinker than Azaleas. He comfortingly asked what happened to make her cry so much.

Almost immediately, her chin started to wobble and her eyes began to water again. Cecily bit her lip, hard, trying to stop her cries but it failed, miserably. A metallic taste lingered on her tongue as she shoved her head into his chest. Through incoherent sobs, she cried, “I- I don’t wanna talk about it.”

He massaged her shoulders and he pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, “Okay, we don’t have to, if you don’t want to.”

They stayed like that for a long time before Bryce finally stood up and offered her a hand. Cecily hesitantly took it, letting him pull her off her feet. A small giggle left her lips as she crashed into him. He laughed along with her, too. They quietly walked out of the supply closet, not bothered by the stares of their coworkers. At least, Bryce wasn’t. Cecily was though. She felt a burning sensation through her head, she knew whose eyes were on her and she felt dirty and ashamed. Cecily felt her cheeks flush a bright red as she attempted to concentrate on Bryce.

“Hey, at least, you don’t have make up on today.” he gave her a grin, “Right?”

Cecily snorted dryly, “Yeah, I guess so.” She bit her lip, lightly before hugging him again. Resting, her head on his chest, her small arms wrapped around his torso.

“You’re welcome, Barbie.” Bryce cockily mocked before winking at her, before strutting off to the surgical floor.

“Whatever Ken!” she called out after him, walking towards the nurses station, picking up one of her patient’s charts and continuing the rest of her long shift.

After the long hours of skillfully diagnosing and discharging patients,- and maybe avoiding a certain attending,- her day was finally over. Cecily could go home and sulk whilst eating a tub of strawberry ice cream or she can get drunk at Donahues. The ideas both seemed to fit well with her if she was being honest but she already made plans with the others for Donahues. She slipped on a pair of light blue sweats and a white crop. Staring at the mirror, she pulled her matching bandana and swiftly pulled her out of her face and poked at strands to frame her features. Cecily gnawed at her bottom lips as she remembered the occurring events with Ethan with a shake of her head and a sigh, she stumbled out of the changing room, shoving her professional clothes and heels in her locker. Frankly, she didn’t feel like bringing them home, she was just lazy.

Sienna awaited near the entrance along with Jackie, Bryce and Elijah. All talking amongst themselves excitedly and were full of banter. Bryce and Jackie continued making witty comments at each other as Sienna and Elijah spoke of their interns, Sothy and Mitch. Cecily finally met up with them. She shared a bright, teasing smile and placed her small, pale hand on her hip. “Ready to start drinking lightweights or are you not up for it?”

“That’s some big talk coming from a moppy drunk who can barely handle two shots of tequila,” Jackie quipped back at Cecily, her leathered arm swung over Cecily’s shoulder. Her big brown eyes sparked with a flare, the usual teasing flare, Jackie always had. She smirked, pridefully at her as Cecily shooed her away and elbows her side.

“Leave her alone, Jackie,” Elijah grinned, “Cecily’s only 24, there’s a lot of time for her to become and train for drinking.”

“I-,” Cecily groaned, she stared at the high ceiling, covering her face with her arms, “ Ugh! It was one time! And,- and I already had half a bottle of scotch! You can’t blame me!”

The pair of residents strolled out of Edenbrook with lopsided grins. Screams of boisterous laughter and just yelling,- in general came from their direction. All of them butting heads and sizing the other one up. They staggered into each other, resulting in Bryce to fall flat on his behind which made Jackie make a remark and the others snickering. The five of them finally were there and were ready to venture into Donahues and forget anything that happened today with burning, refreshing liquid.

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inikavulpixelreviews · 4 years

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Let’s Talk About Pokemon - The Sobble Family

816: Sobble

Looks like my overall favorite this time around is the Water Starter. Not that it has very stiff competition. But look at this CUTIE. And it's a REPTILE. Gosh, the last time we had a reptile for a starter was Gen 5. Why so conservative on the lizards??? That's disappointingly been a fall for Starters in that there's been a notable decline in reptiles. Gen 1 definitely had it too hard the other way where all three starters were in one way or another reptilian. Gen 2 also had a pair, but by Gen 6 we had gone from one reptile per game to absolutely none. Hopefully they're back and here to stay again!

Indeed, Sobble here is meant to be a little chameleon! Which definitely makes it stand out among Water starters, given all of them up to this point have been based on naturally amphibious creatures. Obviously, a chameleon is anything but. They do however translate chameleon powers into a water creature fair enough. So long as Sobble is in water, it's able to become completely transparent!

As the name would imply, Sobble's entire gimmick is that it breaks down crying all the time. Easily startled and anxious, it'll break down into a crying fit to defend itself. Apparently, its tears are comparable to onions, which obviously means just being near a crying Sobble will mean you'll break down into uncontrollable sobbing as well. I know Pokemon pseudoscience can get ridiculous sometimes, but “pack the chemical punch of 100 onions.” is quite the phrase.

Sobble's design is also really cute. It has markings that at first just look like cheek blush but are actually just tear markings beneath its eyes. And I love its cartoony little chameleon feet! Something I definitely wish was kept the more it evolved. We got two whole chameleon Pokemon and one doesn't have chameleon hands but the other eventually evolves out of them. Boooo. Sobble's body design also seems to be very modeled after teardrops. Maybe it's reading too much into things, but its head, head fin, and body are all slightly different tear drop-esque shapes. I dunno! Just something I'm observing now that I'm looking at it more closely.

The only thing really wrong with Sobble is that it's pretty samey with the other starters. All three of the starters this time around are very similar body shapes, with tiny bodies and huge, round noggins with something poking out the very tippy top. It's less egregious or even noticeable than the Gen 1 starter's sameface, but it's still very much there, as if all three were designed from the same template. Previous starters were definitely a lot more varied.

Personal Score: 9/10

817: Drizzile

Aaaaand they're already starting to lose me. While I did see an emo, awkward middle-stage coming, and I do like that part of its design. Definitely feels like the logical follow-through for a child that'd be sobbing constantly. I am however less of a fan of it standing upright now. And like I said, its feet are a lot less chameleon-like, and are now just some much more regular looking gecko-toes.

But it also ditches the crying theme. It no longer expels water from its eyes, rather it just creates water balloons with its palms. That's really lame, I was hoping the sobbing theme would be kept the whole way through, as I thought that was the entire point of Sobble. Water balloons don't even feel that in-place as a weapon of choice for an emo character. I guess it's just being lumped in as a general troublemaker type of thing, but it just doesn't fit for me.

Its coloration is also hella awkward. It could just be a gag on “it's not a phase mom!” but it picks up purple and green into its color scheme, only to drop both of those colors again. What was the point then? Why couldn't it have just stayed blue and yellow?

Personal Score: 5/10

818: Inteleon

Welp, we're once again three for three on anthro designs. But I've already made that rant, so I'll spare it here. I just personally really bought into the idea of Sobble eventually becoming a sad Water/Ghost weeping wraith-like chameleon monster, or at the very least it having the look of a drama student. Either would've been really cool directions to go, had they kept the crying theme.

And Inteleon here doesn't REALLY resemble a chameleon at all anymore, which is sad. It is however, a lot more like a Plumed Basilisk. Which does bring the design back around to amphibious creatures, with that being THAT lizard! Y’know the one. The one that can sprint across the water's surface! And Inteleon indeed does so, so in that regard, the heavy anthropomorphism is a lot easier to justify.

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The markings on its body are also meant to be resembling something of a wetsuit, or at least a regular suit. The entire theme of Inteleon here is that it's a James Bond-style secret agent or super spy. Hence why it still turns invisible and all that! And it even shoots water out of its fingers as if they were guns, even while gesturing finger-guns. And this specific combination of spy agent making a gun with their fingers, and said finger-gun just being a water pistol is hilarious to me.

It also incorporates the back plume of the Basilisk as a wingsuit, which is really cool! The Pokedex states that Inteleon apparently has all sorts of gadgets, but I'm not sure if it just meant the finger-guns and wing membranes and nothing else or if it has more to it. If so, it doesn't really show it much not even through animations. Maybe when we see it in action in the anime it'll show off a bit more, but that sorta thing shouldn't be anime-only.

I mostly just wish it was just a LITTLE more lizard-like. People dunk on its face but I actually like it quite a lot. It easily has the most character of all the starters, even if it is the typical “smug lizard face”. Its posture however just looks a little awkward. Again, minding that previous Pokemon in the series have done anthro lizard looks better, Inteleon feels like it's just standing a little bit too upright to a point where it kinda stops looking like a lizard just enough to dip into uncanny valley a bit. The hands really don't help. They're so dang big and lanky for something that's otherwise so skinny.

But don't think I forgot about the Starter recap, I just waited for it here since it makes a lot more sense with Inteleon. The overarching theme of the Water starters is easily the most difficult to pin down. Most would say that they're all just animals that are amphibious. While mostly correct, there is a bit of a deeper theme that moreso influences their designs more than their base of inspiration. But all the Water starters seem to be based on different weapons. Blastoise obviously has its cannons. Feraligatr is easily the biggest wrench in this theory, since you kinda have to stretch what you consider a “weapon”, but it does have patches on its arms that resemble fist guards, implying its weapon of choice is either brass knuckles, clawed hands, or just outright punching. Swamper's tail resembles and bladed fan, Empoleon has a trident over its face, Samurott obviously wields a sword, and Greninja has access to all sorts of ninja tools, namely its water shurikens. Primarina's another hard one to pin down, but its tail is ever so somewhat mace-shaped. And finally, Inteleon makes guns with its fingers.

In the end, these starters are pretty disappointing overall. In fact, they sadly may just be my least favorite group of starters yet, with only one line really passing for me while I’m ambivalent to disliking the others. It’s also not a great jumping off point, after how good Gen 7′s starters were.

Personal Score: 8.5/10

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mervinamoonishere · 4 years

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Courage

It's valentine's day at Hogwarts. And Rowan is very nervous.

In her hands, she holds what must be the most important piece of paper she has ever had to carry; except for maybe, her potions class notes that she almost forgot to review right before a test so she had to pick them up from class to her dorm and it was stressful and not relevant right now.

She's walking through the corridors with no real path, looking like quite the fool and feeling quite foolish whenever she'd peek through another corridor or an ajar door, or anywhere where a human could fit because truth be told she was looking for a human. A certain fair-haired girl with slanted gold eyes. Sorta hard to miss but Rowan's not a good thrower so she misses every damn time.

Mervina Moon is nowhere to be found. Rowan's been wandering the school like a lost puppy looking for her owner; which is a quite terrible metaphor, Mervina would never treat her like an animal but alas her mind isn't wired correctly today, no time to tire herself in trying to find 'perfect metaphors' for her current situations.

So, she's holding a card on valentine's day and she's searching for somebody. She's confessing feelings for somebody. The somebody is Mervina.

And Merlin's beard, she's nervous! So horribly nervous that the sound of shaking paper is slowly driving her mad but she can't will her hands to stop quivering.

Oh god, why did she think this was a good idea? Well, she's got no clue! Her brain hasn't been quite the same after Mervina's, well, sudden existence; she's lost sense, she's losing focus in class, she's always making tea now! She didn't do that before. She doesn't even like tea that much, it's Mervina that does.

In the middle of the dungeons' main corridor, she halts rather dramatically. She questions, 'Can you blame yourself, Rowan?'

It's sorta hard to not admire Mervina's calm nature, especially when Merula (quite childishly, might she add) confronted her all those years ago and all Merv did was alleviate the situation, to throw water into the fire to try to extinguish it. And right after, in potions class, oh how lost she was! She felt like she didn't understand much with Snape's glare-y attitude (and the whole bulbadox powder incident). All it took was a simple glance at Rowan and Mervina was already on her tail, discussing the techniques and answering all of Rowan's 27 questions - yes she counted - with a smile and patience.

She would always push Rowan behind her with an arm outstretched, protecting her from Merula, Peeves, literally any vaguely menacing magical creature, a falling student that one time (she did feel bad that her first instinct was to push Rowan away rather than helping the poor guy but Rowan just kind had a heart attack for completely platonic reasons).

And in year 3, when Rowan felt so left out and worthless compared to Mervina's new friends, everything fixed itself just as soon as it started because Mervina is ridiculously in tune with emotions, and if it weren't for Mervina's unshed tears, this wouldn't even be happening and not even friends they could be called.

Plus, how could Rowan forget all the stupid stuff Merv does. Mocking Snape right in his class, badly, even making Merula lose her composure. That one time Rowan had her wet hair all over her face, making her look, and she quotes 'Like a bloody Bloody Mary, Rowan! What the fuck, I almost peed myself- Stop laughing!'. That's her personal favorite, she's never forgetting that one.

Their everyday hugs. They're just... perfect. And warm.

Also that time they almost kissed in flying class. That was- yeah. She just lost balance when Merv came to her and they kinda sorta almost bumped heads and kissed. Yeah. That happened.

She's beet red by the time she's close to the courtyard, and she hugs her little card closer to her chest, her heart parkouring all over her ribcage like an emotionally traumatized teenager, with parental issues, that just needs a hobby to get away from their toxic domestic environments. Mervina has her version of rambling and Rowan always listens and she almost tripped on a ridiculously small rock, honestly, she should watch where she's going instead of talking to herself about Mervina and not talk to her about her.

Ah yes, eloquence.

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If it had been any other day of the year, she'd be the laugh of the school. Luckily it's valentine's day, so carrying around a bouquet doesn't look as outrageous as it should.

Mervina had thought long and hard about this. Rowan has always been easier to get close to, she's affectionate, caring, and just lovely. Merula is very different. She couldn't even begin to think about giving Merula anything on valentine's day. She settled on just being friendly and hoping she'd get the hint. She's still not sure if she did but she looked embarrassed enough, so. She must've gotten something.

Now, Rowan, she knew what to get. Flowers were always a favorite of Rowan, being a huge nerd of their meanings and such. It's perfect! She didn't even spend hours researching flower meanings and avoiding roses like the plague since Rowan doesn't like them, losing countless hours and money buying them only to then worry about them rotting when the day did come.

Was it worth it? Well, she doesn't know. The flowers are cute and all but if Rowan doesn't reciprocate her feelings then... what was she going to do?

It didn't help that everybody kept pairing up Merv with her two crushes. With Rowan is 'You guys are so cute!' and with Merula is 'Your chemistry is ridiculous!' and it would worsen whenever they'd hear them; Rowan got so embarrassed Merv feared she was uncomfortable, and Merula got so angry she feared there was no chemistry at all, just hate.

So, it poses the question: 'Does Rowan like her back, or are they just friends? Does she blush because she's flustered or incredibly embarrassed?'

For such a colorful bouquet, Merv did look like a storming cloud walking around the training grounds. She's never felt so lost, not in this sense anyway.

It's just- Rowan's so friendly, always so kind. She's a true friend, through and through. Right from the start, no matter what acclaimed weirdness she always talked about, Rowan's so easy to talk to and so eager. She's smart, stupid smart. Trouble with words? Ask Rowan, she sure will know something. Problem in charms class? Or maybe transfiguration? Well, guess what? Rowan Khanna exists! Thank goodness for that.

Her tie's always messy, no matter how many times she's taught Rowan how to do it. And when she's excited she flails her arms around, her robe sleeves flapping everywhere.

Oh and that time they almost kissed during flying class. Rowan never mentions it. Merv's too cowardly to do it either. It just sits there, like a big smug elephant in the room.

By the time she reaches the courtyard, it's sunset, which is stupidly romantic and as Mervina turns around to leave she spots familiar dark locks.

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By this time, they're in their fourth year. They're not adults in any way but they're not children either. Still, the moment they even get a glimpse of each other, they hide their presents behind their backs, a comical action, almost cartoonish. Both girls looked like startled stoats, eyes like saucers. Only the birds broke the silence, and the fountain of the courtyard gave a pleasant sound to the atmosphere.

A minute passes and they open their mouths.

"Alright, I have something for you-"

"Fancy seeing you here, because-"

Oops. Not expecting that. How awkward. "Rowan, you can-"

"Please go first-"

They trade sighs before Mervina wears the pants. "We'll both do it on three, 'kay?" With Rowan's nod (albeit she's shaking all over), Merv counts down.

three, two, one

There are sounds of shuffling, neither of the girls really knowing of what since both idiots have their eyes closed. They open their eyes and process what's in front of them. Rowan's little pink card; Mervina's vibrant bouquet. Amidst their stupidness, they flush and laugh their asses off until their bellies ache. Oh, how embarrassing. What was there to worry about? Nothing! All that fussing for nothing.

The gifts switch places. Rowan's card is rosy, with lots of scribbled hearts and scratched out words because Rowan's rambling extends to her writing too; and Mervina's flowers were an odd bunch, but beautiful, with peonies, gilliflowers, buttercups, gerbera daisies, carnations, and sunflowers, Rowan's favorite flower.

Warmth weights on their chests for a while, admiring their presents like rare jewels. (Ugh, lovesick fools.)

With some courage, Rowan stands on her tippy toes and plants a peck on Mervina's cheek. Which was unexpected, and all Merv can do is hide behind her little card, red as a tomato until she breaks out laughing, Rowan not too far behind.

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Just finished it. This has been sitting on my drafts for a wEEK. Welp enjoy it cause it’s cute

#hphm 2019 inktober prompts #courage #mervina moon #rowan khanna #mervina x rowan #rowan x mervina #my writing #prompts #im too slow to write shit but og well

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wolfgangisdead · 4 years

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Under the Moon Ch. 3

[MASTERLIST]

He waited for a total of twenty-five minutes, thirty at most. When she came out, he was instantly reminded of all the reasons behind why he loves her. Why he chose her. Why it was always her.

She came out in ripped jeans and a t-shirt that was probably his, but he didn’t really care all that much. She could make anything look good.

“You gonna wear that out?” She questioned, putting her hair up into a pony tail.

“I’d look good regardless of what I’m wearing, just as long as I have you besides me.” He smiled, standing up to eye her curiously. “Adorable as always, I see.”

“Shut up, you dork. You find us a movie yet?” She wrapped her arms around his waist, peering up at him with a small smile.

He shook his head, giving her an eskimo kiss. “I wanted you to pick. Tonight’s all about you, babe. I don’t want you to feel like I’m controlling everything, alright? Besides, I missed you not the places we went to.”

She was quiet for a moment. “Oh, Apollo....you’re a dork.” She leaned up on her tippy toes to press a kiss against his lips. “Your haikus still suck, though.”

“Yeah, no one does so I can’t hold it against you.” He shrugged nonchalantly before pulling away from the hug to hold her hands.

“Can we forget about the movies and go to a pet store or something?” She looked at him with puppy dog eyes, swinging their hands back and forth. “Please?”

“Sure, but why a pet store? Do you want a pet, babe?” He tilted his head, smiling lightly.

“It just gets so quiet without you here. I was thinking maybe you could pick out an animal that can be here with me even when you can’t? Sorta like a guard dog but it doesn’t have to be a dog.” She shrugged, looking down as she bit her lip.

“You want someone to watch over you while I’m away...” He was heartbroken at the thought of her ever needing to say such words. “I’d do anything for you if it meant making you happy.”

They both knew that was a lie. He wouldn’t stay. He wouldn’t do the one thing she wanted him to and that was to stay. He could never do that, not even for her. At the end of the day, he’d be gone by morning.

He seemed to understand what was running through her mind and just sighed, shaking his head.

“I’m trying, Naomi. Believe me, I am.” He pressed a kiss against her forehead before beckoning for her to follow him to the door.

She grabbed her keys and followed him outside, a small frown painted on her lips.

“I know you feel bad about hardly ever being here, but I don’t hate you for it, okay? I just get frustrated and lonely...it’s not your fault.” She placed a hand on his arm, wanting him to listen.

“I’m never here, Naomi. I know I keep saying I’ll be around more, but it just...somethin’ else pops up.” He shrugged, a small sigh leaving his lips. “It’s like I just can’t leave, like I’m not allowed to.”

“Do you think something’s keeping you there? Like maybe some spooky god magic or?” Her question pulled a tight smile from him, but nothing more.

“It’s possible, yes. But a lot of us can do that to varying degrees.” He rolled his eyes. “If I really wanted to, I could keep you from leaving me, but I won’t because that’s stupid. A lot of us don’t do shit like that. Mostly because we’ve got better things to do.”

“So, walk with me here,” She tugged him along the pathway, “which god or goddess do you think would be behind this?”

“Literally everyone who dislikes me. I’m not exactly a...humble god. Arrogant at best, I suppose.” He shrugged. “I’m not entirely a fan favorite up there, but if anything, probably my dad, Hera, or like....Athena.”

“Why Athena?” She tilted her head.

“Have you even met her? of course not, but still. She’s a stickler for rules. Anything that keeps any of us away for x amount of time is instantly her least favorite thing in the entire world.” He waved his hand dismissively. “If she wanted me to do more work, she would make it nearly impossible if not completely impossible. She’s a bit of an asshole, actually.”

“That doesn’t narrow it down, Apollo.” She chuckled lightly, leaning against him as they walked.

“I know. I just wanted to mini-rant about Athena.” He shrugged, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “Are we walking to the pet store?”

“Yep! Your car is hideously bright and attracts too much attention.” She chirped, a smile on her face.

“that...that hurt a little, Naomi. Ouch.” He rubbed his chest where his heart was, feigning heartache and pain.

“You know I love you more than anything, ya dork.” She ruffled his hair.

“Love ya too, nerd. But don’t insult my car.”

#apollo #cezn's writing #greek mythology

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ain-t-bovvered · 5 years

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Epiphany 2

read first ACT 1

EDIT: @waywardbaby

Summary: Less than two years later, you finally passed the men of letters’ initiation and, finally, you now set foot in America eager to be reunited with the Winchesters. But if Dean thought that you spent your days only with your nose in books and hands in monster’s guts, he was dead wrong. Your mission? Something that the British branch tried and failed miserably, or at least that’s what they told you anyway.

Pairing: Dean X Reader

Characters: Dean, Sam, Castiel and Jack

Warnings: slow burn guys…slow burn. Also, some fluff, humor, feels and angst.

Some laughs and some shuffling later Cas and Jack left you and Dean alone again. After a little moment of awkward silence, during which a particularly interesting drop of condense rolled down the neck of your beer bottle, Dean clicked his tongue annoyed.

“By the way, big fan of how you masterfully avoided any talks about that scar of yours.” he blurted out.

“Well, nobody asked.”

You stood up, the old stool protesting, slowly moving in front of him. He removed his legs from the table as you bent over, both your hands on the armrests of his chair. Leveling your eyes to his, you saw how he tried to hide how his breath caught in his throat and his own eyes flicked to your mouth. You smiled because, holy shit, and then leaned in, grabbing the coffee and the Moka beside him.

“Take me to the kitchen. I’ll show you how to use this.”

Dean blinked confused before registering what you had just told him, quickly scrambling to his feet as the chair legs scraped the floor.

“Don't use tap water, and fill it to the valve, not over and not under it. Just exactly in the middle.”

“Yeah yeah, how many rules are there?” he said, watching you from behind, bending over your shoulder. “I want to drink coffee, not defuse a bomb”

You shushed him, “Do as I say and you’ll thank me later”, you went on, opening the packet of grounded coffee. “Pass me a spoon, would ya?” you asked him without turning towards him, while you tied your hair up and out of the way. The spoon came hovering in front of your eyes, Dean’s breath was on your neck, and shivers spread down your spine.

“Y-you need to put the coffee in carefully, ok?” you faltered, “... however, there are two different opinions. We DO like to tear each other apart over that”

Dean was watching what you were doing, intensely but he was also distracted.

Dean’s thoughts, even if he was, barely, paying attention, were all over the place. She was talking nonstop, about this and that…

Jesus, whatever!

He actually did not care right now. She was here. How long had it been since he last saw her? Almost two years? It certainly felt a lot more than that, but she looked the same and completely different at the same time. There was something offbeat in the way she carried herself. However, when he saw her blushing again he knew she was still the girl who mumbled and hit her head under a table and spilled special whiskey on his hand.

She definitely looked like she could still eat his face if she didn’t like what came out of his mouth and he was pretty sure she could slap him silly if he gave her a good enough reason, and holy shit he got real close to that.

When he had first seen her, in his bedroom, he had thought he was hallucinating or something. Then she manhandled him and he knew right away that she was real.

Then came anger when he saw her tattoo and what the fuck. She said she was deep in books and guts not guns and also guts.

Oh, she’ll hear him alright he had thought before she came back with needles and anti-Vamp biotic or whatever that was. And she looked so proud, all twinkling eyes and pure confidence, his resolutions went flying right out the window.

She was doing well, she looked well. Maybe just a spank or two.

He gulped, suddenly feeling his mouth dry. No, okay maybe don’t go there Winchester.

When Sam had left to get dinner, he had a moment to let his eyes wander over her, taking her in. Fieldwork surely looked good on her. She looked strong even in her ridiculous height. Layers of clothes didn’t hide what all that training did. She looked sturdy, she was wearing jean shorts, her thighs tanned and full and-

“The fuck is that?” his eyes had widened at the sight of a long scar. He dropped between her knees without thinking, and only now did he realize how their position must have looked to Sam’s eyes.

He cleared his throat as her fingers brushed along his when he handed her the tablespoon.

“Actually that life found me, you found me ….”

He never had what she had and she was willingly diving into this life. They did encourage it when they had left, but she had made it clear that she would just help, not actively participate, or at least...be that involved that would justify a scar that big.

What else has she been lying about? Was she alone? How many times did he risk los- had she risked her life?

“OH SHUT UP! You want to know what I’d be if I hadn’t met you? I would be dead, in my car, that night. You saved my life and I’m proud of what I’m doing with it… Do not fucking spit your fucking contempt on it”

Her outburst caught him completely by surprise. There she was, standing proud, teary eyes, lips trembling, red-faced and she looked magnificent. His anger had melted into something else, pooling at the pit of his stomach. He had wanted nothing more than to take her there and then. He didn’t care that Sam was there. He had taken a moment before he followed her, but not before throwing Sam a glare to stay, the fuck out of that. His brother had lifted his arms in surrender and shaken his head, and fuck that, Dean saw the smirk on his face.

He had found her packing the few things she had brought in earlier.

Oh, hell no!! She wasn’t going anywhere. For once he had decided that he was going to swallow his pride just a bit. She smiled at him and his insides melted once again.

Her face at the sight of Jack had been priceless, and she had brought nougat for Satan’s baby. Yep, the kid had been so grateful for the gift, he kissed her and before he could stop himself he actually shouted at him in front of everyone.

Smooth Winchester! Real smooth!

The last night he had seen her replayed in his mind. Her skin, and scent, his fingers through her hair and how his name sounded, whispered and gasped from her lips when he had pressed her against the wall, her whole body opening for him and-

when Sam had told her she could stay, he saw her hesitation.

“…this is your home too, now” he blurted out without thinking, and it almost scared him how true that felt.

And now there they were, making coffee at the crack of the fricking dawn, probably trying to fight jet lag as he scooted closer, hands itching to touch her.

“So you have two choices here…” you continued trying not to think about Dean looming behind you and his warm breath on your neck, “... pack your coffee very tight and once you reach the edge smooth it down. Or you could gently let the coffee settle by itself and just let it breathe. In my opini-” you stuttered feeling his nose grazing your skin, his arms moving around you, hands resting on the counter.

“Dean?”

“Mmm, your opinion?” he murmured and you could be mistaken but you were almost certain he had buried his nose in your hair and maybe inhaled.

You cleared your throat, “I - in my opinion, the first method gives you a stronger and sharper taste. The second makes the taste smoother and gentler. So it depends on what are you in the mood for…”

“I can think of a few things,” he said low, and you swear you could hear the smirk on his stupid mug. Spinning around you faced him, hands bent behind you on the counter, looking up in his dark, hooded eyes gazing down at you. You just needed to stretch on your tippy toes to…

“OH.. " you cocked an eyebrow, “I’ll be happy to listen to those…” your hand lifted to his face, brushing his cheek lightly before gently grasping his ear. After all, two can play this cruel game and tugging him down to your level, added: “... after you make me the perfect coffee as I just explained it to you.”

Half an hour later, you were satisfied.

“Mmm yep! This is great. I can almost taste you” you said moaning, around escaping your lips that may not quite be appropriately fitting a coffee sampling.

Dean choked in his mug, “I’m sorry, what?”

“I-I m-mean ...I can tell this has been made by you”

“Oh, so you could tell who made you coffee?” the corners of his eyes crinkled.

“To some extent, yeah. Everybody can tell different people making coffee”.

He leaned back and crossed his arms, “Ok, close your eyes then and tell me which one is which.''

You felt him putting a cup in each of your hands. You slowly sipped from both. After a moment you held up the right one, opening your eyes.

“This is mine”

“How in the hell …”

“Because it tastes different. Here…” he took a sip from the cup you held to him and then one from the other.

“This is good,” he said, lifting yours. “Tastes soft in the beginning and then bam! All the flavor hits you at the end. That one though,” he said pointing at the one he had made, “That one just tastes bitter.”

“That’s not true. It’s rich and complex. You’d think you know what you are tasting, and end up with something totally different” you pointed at yours, “mine is just…bland”

“Let’s just agree to make each other’s coffee?” he offered.

“Yeah, I think it’s better” you chuckled.

“So how long you planning on staying?” he asked peeking from above his cup.

“I - I, uh, don’t know. For as long as I’m gonna be useful? Actually, I’m here because I sorta um …lied to my bosses...?”

“Lied?” he said, eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Well, I guess I told them I was going to…sort of ...train …you” your voice lowered almost to a whisper, and you blushed deeply.

“I - 'm sorry what?” he laughed, “Did I hear that right?”

You bumped your forehead on the hard cold table embarrassed. “I needed an excuse to leave my post and this was the best I could come up with!”

“…so you said” he had another fit of laughter, “that you were going to train American hunters?” His eyes gleamed as he continued, “And they believed you? Damn, Y/n!”

“Well…I… uh... volunteered to bring you some new equipment and knowledge. And before you say anything, they don’t know that I was talking about the Winchesters.”

“Why?”

You fidgeted with the handle of your cup, not looking at him in the eyes. “Well ...you two are pretty famous both as hunters and as legacies, and not in the best way. If I had told them you were my contacts they would have never let me leave-”

“Oh…?” he said smugly.

“-not that I think the same!” you quickly added, “I have the utmost respect in what you did and do. I've told you that already.” You looked down at your wringing hands “Don’t ever doubt that” you whispered trying to show him how truthful you were.

“I know you do,” he said softly. Your hands itched to grab his but you didn’t know where you stood.

Were you friends? More than that? Lots of time had passed and things were muddy and he was being his flirty, asshole self as always but-

“Um, I guess I’m gonna crash with you guys for a bit, if... that’s ok”

“I told ya, this is home, you can stay as long as you want”

“Thanks” you smiled. “I’m gonna start unloading my car, for my luggage at least. The rest, I can do tomorrow.”

Putting your empty cup in the sink you walked toward the exit.

“You can go to sleep, you know?” you looked over your shoulder when you saw Dean tailing you.

“I know. It’s fine. I’ll help”

“Your shoulder’s fucked”

“‘Tis but a scratch,” he replied with a British lilt, his stupid grin brightening up his eyes, and damn those eyes, and his smile, and his whole face.

You laughed climbing up the stairs “Don’t quote Monty Python to me”.

Once out, you walked to your rental car and grimaced even before you heard Dean’s whistle.

“Nice car” he taunted.

“Yeah, I know. Well, I just needed to drive here, and since you brought it up, how about you find me a nicer one? “

“We have a full garage here. Some cars need a little kick but nothing I can’t fix.” he proudly said.

You opened the trunk and dragged out a big trolley and another big backpack that you gave to Dean. Easier to carry on his good shoulder.

Walking in the sterile green corridor, you tried to be as silent as possible. The acoustic must be terrible here, and you didn’t want to wake up Sam.

“You can choose any room, Sam’s down there, mine’s number 11 from before.”

“…yeeeah ...I'll need one with a bathroom for myself. You know…one bunker, two guys, one angel, and the antichrist. A girl needs her space.”

“Oh…sure. Mmm, there should be a service bathroom, I think it’s mid corridor? Aaah, you’ll find it. But ..ah...showers are common. No luck there until you say otherwise, though” he said wiggling his eyebrows.

“Yeah, sure Dean,…just to be safe, if there is a towel on the handle, please knock “ You chose a room that was almost at the same distance from both of them. Opening the door, you grimaced.

“Spartan” you sighed entering and threw the suitcase on the bed. A cloud of dust rose and tickled your throat and you coughed waving your hand in front of you. “I guess I know what else I'll do tomorrow”

You turned to Dean who was waiting at the door. He handed you the backpack and put his hands in his pockets, shifting uncomfortably.

“Yes, Dean?” you asked while unpacking.

“You…you know that I’m happy… we… we are happy that-” he waved a hand towards you.

You stopped to look at him, “Of course” you smiled. "You just need to stick it into your head that I make my own choices. I’ll be fine. I need to finish unpacking and you should go to sleep”

“Yeah…ok. Uhm…goodnight then”

“Night”

You tossed and turned in your new bed, the jet lag hitting you hard and probably the dawn coffee hadn’t been a great idea. You had hoped that maybe listing all the things you were gonna do tomorrow would help, but nope, you were still wide awake. The phone said it was just past 5 am; you could explore the bunker and maybe make breakfast for everyone...?

Tossing your blanket aside you padded silently down the corridors, shivering as the cold tile floor hit your naked feet. Nobody had switched off the lights, thank god and now you were wondering if they ever switched them off?

Arriving in the main room, the one that looked like an old library, you lost yourself between the shelves. This room alone had so many rare things and so much knowledge that was thought to be lost back at home. Maybe you could ...no… what the hell? You put the book back in its place with a loud thud.

“Y/N, you are not gonna steal these books, you are not gonna steal these books, you are n-” you repeated to yourself in a mantra-like tone.

“You want to steal books?”

“Wh - Jack! Oh my god, you almost gave me a heart attack”

You jumped at the sudden voice behind you. His face suddenly grew worried, “You need a doctor? W - wait, I’ll call Castiel to-”

“No no, I’m joking! I was joking” you said quickly as you gripped his arm.

“Why would you joke about that? It’s a serious human, medical emergency,” he said confused and honestly, he looked offended. You put your hand on his shoulder.

“No, you are right. Sorry if I scared you. It’s just a figure of speech”

You saw his brain gears working to assimilate the new information. God, he really looked like a normal kid, a normal confused kid with so much power. Your hands itched. No, it’s - he’s not another monster to put on your table. He is…

“Jack …what are you doing awake anyway?”

“I don’t sleep much and I heard some noises. What are YOU doing up?”

“Ah, jet lag, can’t sleep; I was looking for something to pass the time before breakfast. Tell me, you know the bunker well?”

“Yes “

“Great, want to show me around?”

Jack showed you all the rooms and sections of the bunker. They even had an indoor shooting range. The garage made you giddy and you already eyed one of the bikes, the black Norton Commando. Your eyes were hooked on that when you felt Jack scooting to you. Looking at him, confused, you saw him eyeing the black Impala that was parked inside.

“It’s just a car, Jack”

“Dean said I can’t go near her. He calls her baby and treats her like she’s a person. I don’t think that’s normal”

“No, no, it’s not.”

Chuckling, you approached the car, Jack anxiously trying to stop you. You let your hand slowly caress the sleek, polished, black hood and you peeked inside. It really was a gorgeous car.

You went out of the bunker, enjoying the crisp morning air and you paused to watch the sun rising. You felt at home and you were so happy right now.

“Say Jack…?” you began, facing him as he squinted his eyes at the first sun rays of the new day, “... care for a quick drive?”

The phone buzzed a couple of times and you thought nothing of it. Probably your parents asking about minor stuff and that could easily wait.

“After last year Dean doesn’t like me going out without telling.” Jack was nervous but at the same time, he looked around the store excited even to be the one pushing the cart.

“Yeah well, I’m not Dean, am I? Just stay close ok?”

“I will “

Jack looked like an excited kid, pushing the cart between the aisles, eyes sparkling as you asked him to choose the cereal, while you looked for something that resembled what you knew about American breakfast. He came back with 4 different kinds, face falling as he told you he couldn’t decide. You just took all four and tossed them in the cart.

You let a fascinated Jack put the items on the rolling mat while you went to the other side to bag the groceries, getting confused looks from people because you refused help to do that. ‘I can bag my own, damn, groceries, thank you very much’ you thought.

After paying, you also let him park the cart with the others, laughing when he connected them and looked at you all proud, waving the coin. He picked the bags from you and walked to the car. Suddenly the screech of tires broke the silent morning in the mostly empty parking lot and you jumped, startled as Dean’s car stopped right in front of you.

The three jumped out, a scary look on Dean’s face, a worried one on Sam’s and you could not tell what was on Cass' face. Amusement and something that looked like he was gonna spank the two of you.

“Y/N, what the fuck ?”

“Wh-?” you didn’t have time to respond and Dean was in your face, Sam trying to get between you two.

“What happened? “ you asked, startled

“This! This is what happened,” Dean stated gesturing between you and Jack. “What the hell were you thinking?”

You and Jack shared a look “…pancakes?”

“Pancak-” Dean began and he had to stop himself from freaking out. “Ok…you can’t take Jack to buy groceries alone”

“Why? “

Dean threw his arms in the air, exasperated.

“Y/N…” Sam pushed his brother to the side, “... we woke up and you were gone and Jack was gone too. We were kinda worried”

“Oh...I’m sorry, next time I’ll leave a note “

“There is no ne-” Dean began.

“Dean, it’s fine. Nothing happened.” Cass’ calm voice interrupted him. You watched them, and suddenly it clicked, and you peered at Jack who looked guilty and kinda sad. Your heart broke but he was still the most powerful being in the known universe and you took him shopping for groceries.

“Oh ...I see, guys I’m sorry. In my defense…” you grabbed Jack and pushed him in front of you. “Look at him! Look at this face” you put your arms around him. “He would never hurt me, right?” you asked and he looked at you from above his shoulder, nodding shyly.

“I can’t believe this,” Dean said rubbing a hand on his face. He breathed out and looked at you. “Get in your car, we’re going home. Jack, jump in,” he said, opening the passenger door of Baby.

“He can ride with me” you challenged, lifting your chin “I promised to teach him how to drive later”.

“Okay Jack, now slowly pour the batter in the center. Try to keep it as round as possible.”

Leaning on the counter near the stove, you watched Lucifer’s kid, cooking pancakes, his tongue peeking out his lips in concentration. “When you see bubbles at the edges, flip it over quickly as I showed you.”

He looked at you panicked when the first bubbles started to appear, and carefully picked up the half-cooked pancake, flipping it over flawlessly. His head snapped up at you, mouth opened with amazement and your fists shot in the air triumphantly. “You did it! Nice job” you opened your palms waiting. He looked confused, “Dude, slap your hands on mine! Come on! Don’t leave me hanging “.

Dean‘s head popped in the kitchen right at that moment. “We hungry here”.

“Almost done. Jack, can you take those to the table? I’ll join in a moment.”

Dean started to follow him.

“Deeean…” you chanted, “... can you help me with something here” your tone glacial, now.

“S-sure. Um- whatcha need?”

“I need…” you turned to face him smiling sweetly, hands behind on the counter, “... to tell me, how did you manage to find us”.

You watched as he shifted awkwardly on his feet. “You put a tracking device somewhere in my shit, right?”

His shoulders sagged and you exhaled “It’s not my phone because it would have been neutralized, so what?” your face contorted in disbelief, “Is it my car? Did you bug my car?”

He did not say a thing but his expression told you everything. “Seriously?!.... Oh my God, don’t you trust me?”

“What? No, of course, I trust you, don’t be stupid!” he retorted and you blinked at him, “Uh...sorry...we all do. We had already tested if your GPS worked but it didn’t...”

“So, you bugged my car?”

You turned around to pick up the pitcher with the freshly squeezed orange juice and walked up to him, looking like you wanted to tell him something and he lowered himself.

On your tiptoes, you brought your lips near his ear and grazing it because you, too, are a little shit sometimes, and whispered, “Next time just ask me or I’ll smack you so hard that not even Castiel can raise your ass from where I’ll send you.

“Yes ma’am,” he stuttered.

Patting his injured shoulder a little bit harder than you should but believing that he deserved it, you joined the others.

The table in the library looked great. A huge pile of steamy pancakes in the middle, fresh bite-size cut fruit, greek yogurt, because Sam, Nutella and the juice alongside the still fuming family sized Moka. Sam was already piling fruits into his yogurt bowl, Dean hadn’t even sat yet that he already had his hands full of pancakes, bouncing the stack from hand to hand because they were still hot, the entire jar of Nutella under his arm.

“Leave some for us, would you?” you said to Dean who was spreading a nauseating quantity of chocolate cream between the layers.

“This jar is-” he said looking at the number on it “-500g…whatever that means. I think it’ll be enough” you snatched it from his hands and passed it to Jack who thanked you and did the exact same thing that Dean had.

“Jack…are you sure you can eat all of that? “

“Oh, don’t worry,” said Sam “he’s imprinted on Cass and Dean and has been imitating them since his birth “

“Oh, that’s why he kissed me yesterday,” you said just to be a bit mean to Dean who was currently choking. You poured him some coffee while turning to Jack, “I mean, you must have seen him kiss some girls. Please, tell me that’s all you saw”

“Do we need to talk about that?” Dean said, his voice still strained. “Now?!”

“Yes, that happens on cases. Sam always takes me to get ice-cream or at the movies… he says-” his forehead furrowed, “-he says that it’s best if we wait a bit before going back to the motel, but every time we come back Dean is sleeping drunk and clothed. I don’t understand”

“Dude! Come on!!” Dean groaned.

You snorted, and the coffee stuck in your nose.

“Is that everything?” Dean grunted, putting down the last case. Straightening up, he massaged his hurt shoulder. “What’s all this stuff, anyway?”

“Equipment.”

You crunched down and opened one of the crates, Dean and Sam peering down curious. At the sight of piles of books and manuals, Dean’s face scrunched up in disgust.

“You think I would have been able to go on a plane with all the weird shit without problems? They shipped all the toys in a container. They should arrive in a few days”

“Toys? What toys?” Suddenly Dean’s eyes sparkled.

“Most of it, you’ve already seen from the British. The rest is mostly prototypes I was helping with. Shouldn’t really have taken them out the lab but, what the hell? They don’t know what you have to face. They could be more useful to you than to them”. You passed the manuals to Sam’s eager hands. “Now, can you show me an empty room you don’t use so I can set up my stuff?”

The next 3 hours were spent setting up a makeshift lab with what little you were able to bring from HQ. Jack offered to help and he was now sitting on a chair while he checked the list. “Is that everything?” you asked, clapping your hands to get rid of some dust.

“I…think so “

“Let me see.” You walked behind him and scanned the list. “Yep, that’s everything. Thank you, Jack.”

He smiled proudly. You really couldn’t see evil in him. Your eyes fell on the exposed skin on his neck and your hand twitched. If you could just take a bit of his blood…

“what’s all this crap?” Dean’s voice snapped you out of your trance and you looked up at him.

“Your new lab!” you announced, gesturing around, proudly.

“The new what, now?” he walked in and looked around. “Not to be an asshole sweetheart, but we don’t need this stuff.”

Your smile fell, before frowning. “You say that now, but after I’ll show you how this works you’ll thank me. Besides …” you said walking up to him, “... this is just a little one. It only has the basics. You’ll learn in a flash, don’t worry and I translated all the procedures”

“Y/N, we are hunters…” he began.

“And I’m a lab nerd, I know. But…” you turned to watch the room, “... this could help you with the medical problems and… ” you faced him again, “...preventing nasties, ok?”

“Such as..?”

“…Mmm, like… not having to worry about vamp blood accidentally falling in your mouth or, even better, werewolves’ bites. You inject this-” you said pulling out a vial and shaking it in front of his eyes, “-and no worries. You are safe for up to 4h from doggie genes. Awesome right?” you said wiggling your eyebrows.

“…that’s…ok, yeah that’s actually pretty sweet, but ...why needles, Y/N? Aren't there any…vitamins, gummies?”

“….-then there’s this spray that can partially transform your scent to nonhuman or something. It confuses the nose,” you said waving a can to him. “Oh, oh and this! Oh, this is one of my favorites. Need blood to draw a sigil or some spells? Forget about cutting yourself and….” he and Jack watched as you went around the room grabbing things and dropping them in a pile in Dean’s arms.

Suddenly Cass appeared on the door, “I think Sam has a case”

“Really?!” you stopped with another one of your tools mid-air, throwing it to Dean, who barely caught it and followed Cass.

“She’s very energetic” Jack commented beaming to Dean, who stared down at his full arms and at the door where you disappeared.

“Yeah, …she is” he answered smiling softly, before almost dropping one of the vials. “Aaah, crap-”

When Dean, followed by Jack, arrived in the war room he came to a harsh halt making Jack almost crash into his back. As Sam was explaining the case, you had your elbows propped up on the light table, stretched to reach the laptop laying in the middle. Your hips swaying casually as you listened to what Sam was saying, unaware that the shorts had ridden up your thighs. His hand flew up to cover Jack's eyes, and he cleared his throat. You straighten up smiling at Sam and spun around.

“I’ll go grab my things. Sam’s gonna update you.” hopping past him you heard him yelling at your back:

“To the car in 20 …and change your pants!”

“…and change your pants” you mocked while shimmying out of your shorts. “Like, I don’t know any better”. Hopped to squeeze in your leggings, you felt your heart beating fast, excited for your first real hunt with them. A chance to prove your worth, finally! Maybe after this, Dean would stop being an asshole. Grabbing your medical kit and duffel bag, you stopped by the new lab and grabbed a few things. You were going to hunt what was probably rogue werewolves. Should you bring…

“Maybe I should ... yeah, ok.” You went back to your room and dragged out the soft case from under the bed, which you had hastily placed there, the night before.

“Hello beautiful “ you cooed, stroking the straps across your chest.

You found everyone in the garage. Jack and Castiel, you noticed, had no luggage.

“You not coming?” you asked, disappointed.

“No Y/N. I and Jack will stay here for this one”

“Why?”

“It’s probably a milk run, nothing fancy. They can rest this one out and focus on the search for mom” Sam told you, leaning out the passenger seat.

“We’ll stop along the way for a bit before going to Grantsburg” Dean called from the driver seat, “get in”

“Where are we stopping? “ you yelled over the music. Dean lowered the volume, looking over his shoulder to you.

“Sioux Falls “

“Oook, why?”

“It’s a 10h drive to Grantsburg. We’ll stop to rest and visit a friend.”

“Another hunter?”

“And a sheriff and a friend of ours,” Sam added.

You nodded and caressed the leather seats, Dean’s eyes watching from the rear-view mirror. “This car is gorgeous, by the way…” you mused and heard Sam scoffing and Dean, pleased, hummed gently as he patted the dashboard, “...and you have an unhealthy relationship with it,” you added, earning a laugh from Sam and glare from Dean.

The rest of the drive passed slowly, listening to the same 3 cassettes. By the look Sam gave you, you realized that suggesting something else was out of the question. Like, not even try to ask, it's out of the question, kinda look. Finally after a drop of temperature that made you put on your old ratty jacket, and the “Welcome to Sioux Falls” sign, Dean parked outside a simple, little house.

You slid out of the car slowly, groaning, stretching your legs painfully. “Man, I’m not used to these long drives “

“How do you travel long distances back home?” Dean asked retrieving your duffel bag and swinging it on his good shoulder.

“Humans have these amazing inventions called airplanes, you can cover great distances in 1⁄4 of the time”. He mumbled something while Sam simply shook his head. You followed them to the door and watched as a short-haired woman appeared before they could even knock.

“Hey, guys! Couldn’t mistake that car’s sound for anything else.” She hugged them both, warmly. “How are things?”

“Oh, you know Jody. No rest for the hunters. This…” Dean said moving aside, “... is Y/N. We told you about her, yes?”

Jody looked at you with a critic's eye. You smiled uncomfortably, her gaze quickly softening, as she offered her hand.

“Hi…I’m Y/N” you repeated as you took it, smiling.

“Jody Mills... they told me you are Men of Letters?” she asked you while inviting you in.

“More like Ladies of Letters, from the family that initiated me. Ladies run things where I come from”

“Love that!” She closed the door and pointed you to the couch where Dean was already slouched on, Sam occupying the armchair which although quite spacious, looked extremely small with that soft giant on it.

“Are you here for a case that I missed?” she asked from the kitchen.

“Nah, just visiting. Tomorrow we're driving to Grantsburg for a possible werewolf case… thanks” Sam said, grabbing one of the beers from Jody. Dean was next and she paused a moment, sizing you up.

“…I know I have a baby face but I’m past 26” you smiled bitterly. She blinked and smiled back, handing you the bottle.

“Don’t sound so salty. Give it 15 years and that baby face will be your best ally. Trust me”. Sitting down, she turned to Dean. “I’ll call Donna later to give her a heads up”

“I think this will be a milk run, but sure. Maybe she picked up something. Where are the girls?” Dean asked looking around.

“Alex’s at work, Patience’s gone home for finals and Claire she is ...well…you know” she sighed.

“Looking for trouble again, I assume” Sam chuckled.

“Yeah …” She confirmed while taking a large gulp of her beer. Looking at her watch she stood up slapping a hand on Dean’s knee. “Stay for dinner?”

“I thought you’d never ask” Dean answered, excited.

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