#well now this is finally the last peice

[hollyhomburg]

Before I Leave You (Pt.66)

(Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: Wolves always go for the throat, whether they’re cornered or hunting.

Tags: Blood, Guns, violence, near death experiences, everyone lives nobody dies...but someone does die this chapter, horror, non-lethal injury, talks of death and dying, a bit of body horror, Trans! tae, Tae is briefly dead named in this, implied/referenced intimate partner violence, flashbacks, brief suicidality.

W/c: 8.3k

A/N: ahhhhhh <3 we're finally ready for this part of the story <3 i wonder what your guys reactions will be, i'm really glad i decided to split this chapter into two peices! it's much cleaner this way. don't be 🥲 too mad at me.

Previous part - Masterlist - First part

(Four years prior, Hoseok)

Today is the day that Hoseok will meet his future pack, he just doesn’t know it yet.

It always feels like a bit of betrayal but the worst and best days of your life often come close together. Maybe just for contrast. A bit of good in the bad. A slice of cake in a feast of raw meat.

This starts as just another bad day in a long stretch of shitty days. The kind of days were anxiety bubbles up and how afraid you are is all you can think about. Taking one breath and then another like just staying alive means you're guaranteed to get better.

The only place to go from rock bottom is up, and hoseok's sneakers are firmly on the concrete, standing outside of the record store in the rain with no place to go.

Hoseok has been afraid for a long time. He can't really remember even if he thinks hard, the last morning he woke up not afraid.

What hoseok really needs is a day off, but he really can't fucking afford it. He can't afford anything- certainly not a one-bedroom apartment on his own. If he's really really lucky maybe he'll be able to find a closet room somewhere that will cost almost his whole paycheck. Because after today-

After today, Jung Hoseok will be homeless, packless, and alone. His pack dropped the news on him last night…or well ex-pack.

He doesn’t expect that he’ll be moving into the pack's house on this rainy day, he doesn't expect that by the end of the week, he won't be worrying about where his next meal will come from because Jin will be there with it ready. Jimin sometimes too.

He won't be worrying about where he'll sleep because the bed in their spare room that smells like tae tae tae will be his. He'll roll around in it when the door is closed, shy about it because Hoseok has never liked other alpha's scents so much before. And when he comes home and Jungkook has made a nest in it, it will feel like a bit of an impossible silver lining, a bit too much- to have an omega making him a nest, making something special just for him

It takes three weeks for Namjoon to make him a house key for himself. After he gets left outside in a very similar storm to this. The doctor will touch his cheek, thumbing at the dimples that they share. how special is it that each smile gets cradled like a crescent moon? the heavens have left imprints on both of their skin. Freckles for stars and dimples for moon's.

"I don't want you to get sick pup."

"People don't get sick from wet heads anymore hyung."

"They don't. But I want to keep you dry and comfortable in my den. i know you still want to look for apartments but...what if you didn't?"

But neither the weather nor Hoseok knows to prepare for good news. Right now the heavens open up and release its deluge, thick rain the way that only happens at the start of summer. Worms and other wriggly things crawl their way out of their holes to find a good spot to die next to Hoseok's shoes. Worn fancy sneakers that his pack-omega had gotten him a few months ago for their anniversary. They're the nicest thing he's ever owned.

His ex-pack omega.

It's hard to rewire your brain, especially for alpha's. Hoseok is a lone wolf. He hasn't been without a pack in so long, it feels weird to not have someone to call, someone he needs to trail after and cling to. He checks his phone but he doesn't have a single notification from them.

He doesn't have a single notification from anyone.

Hoseok is glad he doesn't feel his instincts as keenly as other alphas do. Otherwise, he might be inclined to gnash his teeth at the people who pass by him on their way to work, umbrellas almost bumping him, perceiving even closeness as a threat. So vulnerable without a pack (lone alphas are always the first to starve in winter).

Hoseok shivers even though its summer, he's soaked to the bone after a few minutes.

He has a key to the record store. He could go inside. Granted- he should be inside already. Opening up shop, making coffee, and letting the place warm up. But standing out in the rain feels too much like penance.

Hoseok likes the rain. The smell of it. The way it makes the whole world ache and go still. He feels every drop on his dark hair, soaking through his thin hoodie. It's cleansing almost, letting the rain soak him through.

(The end of relationships is always hard, let alone the end of abusive relationships, they’re downright terrible).

Hoseok keeps replaying their words in his head, with every slosh of a nearby car, every honk of a taxi. The stoplight red and green bleeding onto the wet concrete. Yellow flashing in contrast with hoseok's dark memories.

“You’re welcome to stay here until the lease runs out, but the four of us need to move back home. You understand Hobi don’t you? We’re just omega’s- we’re just girls- and we think this could be a clean break for all of us. We just don't want to lead you on any longer.”

The worst part is that Hobi had sort of known, had sort of already realized what was happening. he’d seen it in their looks; distant and despondent. Their touches that did not linger longer than necessary, cheeks turned as he comes in for a kiss. The phone calls hushed in the other room that cut off abruptly when he entered.

The lease on their apartment ends today. The place has already been professionally deep cleaned and Hoseok's things are packed in his car in plastic bins. He has 6 of them to his name.

He doesn’t have a place to go yet, he might just sneak into the back room at the record store and sleep there until he figures something out. Hoseok drove to work early because he didn't have another place to go.

This version of Hoseok is not the one you know, this version of Hobi is 23 and hopeless, can’t think about moving back in with his parents a city away, with nothing but a rusted-out Corolla that barely gets him to work let alone through the 200-mile trip. It will die on him in about 6 months and Namjoon will be thankful that Hoseok no longer is driving around in a deathtrap.

He hadn’t even gotten this job by himself, his pack omega- his ex-girlfriend had gotten him this job almost 4 months ago after his last one didn’t pan out. Temporary work for temporary people.

Nothing feels like his. Not his body and certainly not this job.

Hoseok hasn’t smoked in months, but something that feels an awful lot like self-disgust worms under his skin and he can’t resist. Not today of all days. Smoking is something that he doesn’t indulge in often, and hasn’t indulged in since… becoming an alpha to someone. But he guesses it doesn’t matter now without anyone to complain that they don’t like the smell.

The cigarette mixes with the smell of petrichor and Hoseok’s own acidic scent. The smell of a terrified alpha draws him more than a few looks but he pays them no mind. He's thankful for his soaking face, at least the rain keeps out the tears. Cool and soothing against his face.

Hoseok just wants- Hoseok just wants to call them. To talk to someone.

Ending relationships is always like this. You want to keep being good, keep being what they want, but that’s impossible. You can’t act or behave right and dupe someone into loving you. Sometimes the love just isn’t there. (A smaller shyer voice says it was never love at all, you can't possess love, only be given it and Hoseok feels like a cast aside possession. Love and abuse cannot coexist).

Hoseok should have known. He keeps replaying the moments in his head. He’d seen them exchanging knowing looks when they thought he wasn’t looking.He thought he was just being paranoid, until yesterday morning when they’d taken him aside.

“You knew this had to end one day Hoseok" "You knew one day we'd move on." "As much as we appreciate what you’ve done for us, we think it’s time for us to move on.”

“What do you mean? I thought we were leaving next week, you really left me with only a day to find a place to go?”

“We’re sorry Hoseok, your last rut was just too much to deal with. We think it's best if we just stay on our own. It's a clean break this way.”

"Wait, please- I love you."

"We know. We're sorry."

Hoseok is too much for anyone to deal with. He doesn’t call his friends (he hasn’t met up with any of them or returned their texts in months thanks to several pointed words from his pack omega). He doesn’t go inside yet because he deserves the rain. He sits out front of the record store, smoking a cigarette that will probably end up killing him down the line, and thinks Good.

He tells himself the irritation in his eyes is just because of the cigarette smoke blowing in his face, even though he knows it's not. He's not even inhaling right because his breaths come all hitched and pathetic. Anyone would be sad if their relationship of several years had ended. Anyone would be devastated.

Hoseok checks his phone again. Nothing.

Most people on the crowded street ignore him. Though the thick throng of people going about their business, probably going to work at their 9 to 5 jobs that pay enough to afford apartments and packmates. Hoseok is the one soul that stands stationary.

Until one, someone a few feet back stops, tipping their face through their hood to look at him. The only other person without an umbrella.

Hoseok knows his face and his name. It’s just Min Yoongi- his coworker and sort of friend who's coming in for his shift. Hoseok doesn't love Yoongi yet but they're sort of friends already. They might be better friends if Hoseok could get over his admiration and jealousy.

Yoongi has this way of quietly taking care of the people around him. He picks up Hoseok's jacket when it slides off the hook at work, asks him if he wants coffee and even pays for it when he goes to the coffee shop next door. He compliments Hoseok's music tastes when it's his turn to play something, he gives Hoseok the aux frequently in a way that feels a little bit like flirting.

The only two good things about Hoseok's job are the music and Min Yoongi.

He even laughs at Hoseok's shitty jokes when they're stacking new inventory saying cryptic things like "they can't be worse than my omega's jokes."

That's why Hoseok's jealous. Yoongi gets packmates, five of them who make him lunch even when he's only got a four-hour shift. that often linger outside to walk him home or pick him up in their shiney not new not old cars.

(Yoongi's packmates certainly have better things to do than send Yoongi to work with a second packed lunch. "Jin-hyung caught a glimpse of you through the doorway, the only thing that he hates more than Namjoon's snoring is skinny Alpha's.")

Min Yoongi has that look that people do when they're well-loved by packmates. Hair ruffled and neck dotted with bruises that might as well be mating bites for a beta. Beta's don't mate, but these ones certainly keep him close. He wears their scents like a shield. Sometimes so thick that Hoseok can't even smell any of his chocolate scent.

Right now, staring at Yoongi a few paces into the street, all Hoseok can smell is the rain.

When Hoseok had been introduced to him it had felt strange just by virtue of Yoongi's sub gender. A beta? Working somewhere so normal? Weren’t beta's supposed to be like- financial advisors or assistants to the president or something? Betas are supposed to have more important jobs than pushing vinyl and bumping Hoseok's shoulder playfully.

(Hoseok hasn’t seen it yet, the way that the owner hands over little white baggies to people who come in looking hungry for a high that cigarettes or alcohol can’t fix. Hoseok hasn’t yet realized that the record store isn't just a record store. This is just one front business of many that the family has organized across this city and the country for distribution of some of his most precious inventory). Yoongi has worked her for the last year, takes calls in the back for the family. The owner only bows to him when Hoseok's not around.

They only hired hoseok for tax purposes. Having three employees looks less suspicious than just two.

The beta looks concerned, and Hoseok knows he can’t hide the fact that he’s been crying as the beta steps up and pushes Hoseok back under the awning. Out of the rain and into the warmth of the doorway. This kind of movement would make any alpha snap, but not Hoseok. Hoseok just tucks his chin down and starts to cry.

“Oh Hoseok.” Hobi sniffles, and wipes his runny nose on his sleeve. Yoongi's hand curls against his throat, chocolate scent spiking to soothe. “You’re soaking wet."

Yoongi grabs his wrist and Hoseok almost keens at the gentle touch. Whole body shaking, shoulders curling in Yoongi's direction. Yoongi’s lips press into a thin line and then tugs him inside.

~-~

(Now, You)

You hold your breath. Still peering around the corner, watching and waiting for the man to spot you.

But he doesn't, after a breath where his soft footsteps echo, you wait, but nothing happens. You peak back around the corner.

You absorb and catalog the details as fast as you can; the black ski mask, covered by one of those traditional Korean masks, wooden with red lacquer. This one is a little different than the one that Jimin had; not twisted with thick eyebrows in a snarl. This one is white with red splotches on the cheeks, like a ghost sent down from above to rob you of your humanity.

The bulletproof vest stops at the collarbones. The gun itself is a black generic model. The long end is extra bulbous with something that might be an attached silencer. His hands covered in black nitrile gloves, leathery at first glance. There is a knife at his waist along with a barrage of other small things; rope and a knife, duct tape and handcuffs. His heavy boots look steel toed and reinforced.

The man (because it is a man you realize; tall, maybe taller than Namjoon) trains his gun at the landing on the top of the stairs. Pointing it in the direction of Hobi, Tae, and Jin’s hushed voices.

Hobi giggles and it sounds so bright. Echoing off the walls and filling the house with his musical laughter.

There is a phone cord tangled in your hands, long and white. You grip it tight.

This man might be silent but you’re quieter as you slide your bare feet across the smooth floors. Your strides are so quiet. You take one step and then another until you're behind the man, mirroring him.

You remember when Yoongi redid the floors, it was one of the few things that he did right away; before the pack came to live here (to love here). It took him weeks and weeks of sanding before he got them to his liking. Days more of brown dark stain that colored his hands ruddy until the soft matte finish stuck. Every pass with the belt sander and dirty rag a movement of love, a meditation for it.

Yoongi made every inch of this house with the same loving intent; to make it a home for all of you. a place to be safe and nurse your wounds and hearts. You won’t let it become a grave. You won’t let this person stay here and ruin it.

Most people get it wrong; In order to kill it is not a matter of elegance or effort. There is no such thing as a perfect kill either. Emotionless and analytic isn't enough and being justified only gets you halfway. There is no way to do it cleanly. People die just as they live, messy and hopeful and dirty.

Murder isn't a matter or wanting or wishing, It’s a matter of rage.

It’s always been this way. Rage has been chewing a hole through you from the moment that you pulled the trigger with Geumjae. From the moment you said ‘I do’. Rage that these violent things have been done to you, that they continue to happen, that you can’t just get away from all the hurt and trauma.

Rage has eaten you clean through to the bone. Rage has made you skinny and starving, rage has made you timid and fragile. But now you're the hungry one. Right now, only three words run through your head;

How dare she.

How dare she send this man into your house. How dare she point a gun at the upstairs, in the general direction of your nest and your packmates. The altar at which you so desperately cling to, for sweet dreams and sweeter worship (There is no deity above the god of love, not even death. Death cannot take the love from your chest, someone dying does not make you stop loving them).

How dare she even think about hurting the people you love.

There is no courage, no bravery, no thought in your head about how stupid it might be as you step closer behind the man. You are not a trained assassin. You’re just an omega.

The adrenaline rush is an old friend, a thrall both intoxicating and unnerving. Your heart beats loud in your ears. You grip the phone cord in your hands and take a quiet steadying breath. He doesn't see you, he doesn't hear you, he doesn't know that you're behind him.

Wolves always go for the throat, whether they’re cornered or hunting.

The assassin’s foot ascends the bottom step. You don’t let him get to the second before you’re moving, hurtling forward. Footsteps no longer light. Your hands go over the man’s shoulders. The cord no more than a white flash across his vision before you draw it tight across his neck.

The pain and panic are instant as you’re suddenly tethered to a six-foot-four assassin and struggling to stay on your feet as he stumbles back. You’re pulled off your feet and down the stairs, but you keep it as tight as you can and you don’t let go. Fighting to keep your makeshift garrote tight as he scrambles to get his fingers around where it digs into his skin. Spluttering loud.

The hard wire digs, cutting easily through plastic and then your skin as he tries to pull you off. You don’t let go until he backs you into the entryway wall and slams you against it with a dizzying clang of bone and body hitting something solid. Your head narrowly avoids one of the hooks that the pack hangs their coats on. An inch to the left and he'd have impaled your skull on it. An inch to the left and you'd be dead.

A single inch.

His head slams into your face, and you feel something in your nose pop, flooding your mouth with blood so thick you choke.

He slams you against the wall once, twice, and then a third time until your grip goes slack and slippery with blood. It knocks the breath out of you, and he finally throws you off. You both fall to the ground like stones. Both of you gasp and struggle for breath. At least one of your ribs it broken, but because of the adrenaline you can't even feel it.

When the man lifts his black gloves to his throat, they come away glossy with blood.

(It’s crazy how you never notice the change from the day to day, one day you are begging for a reason to hold on, a reason to live, and the next you’re fighting tooth and nail to keep going. Just about gnawing your own arm off to get out. To survive and live to see another day. Another sunrise.)

By that time the air has returned to your lungs it’s enough for you to scream. “Jin! Jin! There’s someone in the house there’s-”

You try and inhale through your nose and blood makes you choke. You push at the floor with your hands, struggling to stand, fingers slippery and tacky with your blood.

The man tries to scramble up the stairs but you latch onto his legs and make him drop. Doing everything in your power to keep him from going up to them, to your packmates. Hugging his ankle to your chest to slow him down (the same way you’ve hugged Namjoon’s arm and Yoongi’s, the way you held Hobi in the nest on the couch just a few shattered days ago).

The man turns the gun on you, pointing it to your head, you flinch, waiting for the shot-

and open them as He heaves a frustrated roar before he wheels away and turns, aiming at the top of the stairs instead of right in your face.

You could have died right then. could have and should have, but you didn’t. Your brain is too messy with adrenaline right now to make sense of it.

Why didn't he shoot?

The gun goes off, a bullet whizzing by Jin’s head. His face, scared, on the stairs flashes ever briefly. Ducking for cover just in time. The doorframe explodes in a cacophony of dark wood splitters. The doorknob sparks and bursts into a million pieces with another shot. metal clanking against the ceiling, the walls, down the stairs.

One second, you’re holding onto his heavy leather boot, and the next it’s colliding with your face and you’re out like a light.

Getting hit in your face is always such a disorientating experience. You’d never gotten used to it, even with Geumjae. Granted it’s hard to get used to the stomach-churning low vision feeling of weightlessness, like vertigo only worse.

"Hobi! don't- jesus fucking christ-"

You’re not quite sure what happens next only that you can’t see for a moment after the boot hits your face, and you take big breaths through your mouth. Blood, you taste blood. And then your vision comes back. Black spots and all and there’s Hobi’s face in front of you. No assassin, just him, helping you up from the floor. You're not on the steps anymore but at the bottom of them.

“The kitchen, the kitchen," Blood rushes over your bottom lip. Hoseok wipes it away, inhaling a jagged breath. "He’s-”

He pushes at your shoulders. “The car- get to the car.” It feels impossible. This can be happening in your house. Are you about to have a shoot-out in the street? On your quiet cul-de-sac? But then, in the corner of your vision dark movement.

You tug Hobi’s head down the second that the gun goes off- probably saving his life, definitely saving it as the bullet tears through the banister and ends in a hollow thump in the wall. he may not have shot you but he has no quams shooting at Jin and Hobi. The bullets hit the wall- Maybe 6 inches above your bent heads. Too close, close enough that Hobi trembles in your hold. And he rips something- a piece of the doorway, out of his arm with a wince before he covers your body with his own.

The volley of gunshots are so loud, so vicious as they blow things apart, tearing holes through Yoongi’s coat, the doorway, the banister, and the narrow stairway rungs. Pieces of wood hit your curled forms. Hobi shoves your head down when you try to look.

There is wetness, hot, something hot on your hands, your neck, you know it’s blood before you look. You think it’s from you until the Gunsmoke clears and you realize- fingers skimming across hoseok's forehead, a gash above his eyebrow.

A bullet graze by his hairline thats bleeding profusely. head wounds always bleed a ridiculous amount.

There are more bullets behind you but it’s just Jin returning fire.

Jin’s got Tae behind him. Her face ashy and pink from the shower and panic, her mid-length dark hair such a tangle, cowering behind his back. Jin's gun is so much louder without the silencer. Did he bring one upstairs? Or did he get it from Jimin’s stash?

Jin nearly drags Tae to the three of you, and she clings to you. Your hand finds her face. Fingers are red and bloody smudging against her cheek, blink and you're back there a million moments in the past; dotting red blush across her cheeks with a brush- your fingers- kissing it into place with your lips- painting a line of maroon across her eyelids to bring out the lighter flecks in her eyes- Watching her twirl in a red dress. Pressing your red lips against hers in a quiet dark moment in the library room. With her in Hobi's red car- Everything red.

If it starts with red, maybe it's fitting that it ends in red too.

Jin doesn’t give you time to reminisce. Pushing her shoulder down hard. His bare chest splattered with splinters from the door. Covered in wood fragments that stick to his black sweatpants and damp feet. Shouting, “All of you get down!”

You follow your pack omega’s words. Hobi and Tae With their damn alpha instincts blanket you as Jin fires again. The shots are so much louder in the small space. Another shot, another thunder strike. tae grips your wrist tight, your hands.

When you look down, they look mutilated. you can see bone in one place, deep gashes across the centre of your palms.

Your ears ring and you can't make sense of anything over the noise. Jin returns every bang with a boom of his own, bright flashes lighting up the dark staircase. Casing after casing tinkling down to the floor, rolling across the floorboards

But then, for a second- the gunfire goes quiet.

The house creeks and the three of you hold your breath. Jin's still half-concealed. The air heavy and clouded with gunsmoke and the smell of blood.

Hobi tentatively gets onto his knees and then stands when he doesn't immediately get shot at. You make a small noise in your throat, the loudest that you dare, but he’s looking after Jin, standing in the darkness, hackles raising his angry scent of burning sugar acrid in your nose. His hand slides out of yours, your blood on his palms.

And then you hear the rush of boots, echoing in the living room, near your nest- you’d never unmade it after you and Hobi fucked there. You'd been too busy taking care of Jimin. Hoseok bears his teeth.

Hobi turns, sliding out of your hands quicker than you can grab him. Quicker than you can tell him that he’s being dumb, that he’s being suicidal.

“Not my girlfriend! You asshole!”

The world is a dizzying cacophony of gunpowder, pain, bullets, and shouting. Jin yells Hoseok’s name. But the alpha heads after the assassin regardless of your cries. Jin narrowly keeps him from running headlong into no mans land. the open area by the door that would leave Hoseok a sitting duck.

Tae’s standing up on unsteady legs as you all spill out of the stairs into the narrow hall. Out from her hiding place cowering behind the banister. Your attention isn’t on her it’s on Hobi. Neither you nor Jin are looking at her. You’re running after him on shaky legs. Jin holds you both back, trying to corrall you. The air is cloudy with Gunsmoke, hazy and heavy. Her eyes are wide and pretty like dark marbles as she watches Hobi.

They’re just as pretty when the gun presses to the back of her head.

Everyone turns and goes still. The man has Tae in his arms, hand in her hair making her neck arch. The gun pressed to her jaw. Finger on the trigger.

Her body trembles and she doesn’t turn, frozen still in fear a shallow whine building in her throat.Jin has the gun trained on the man faster than you can make to step in Tae’s direction. But it’s no use.

He must have gone around, run through the livingroom through your pantry. A similar path that you took to surprise him. He must know the floor plan of the house, must have studied it to prevent situations like this. You have no upper hand here with tae in his arms.

Tae’s mouth is buttony and parted, but it settles into a resigned line.

Jin’s never been a good enough shot- not for one like this, even barely 10 feet away. He might hit Tae. Shaky, Jin takes his finger off the trigger and stoops down to put the gun on the floor. His other hand is up, already surrendering when the man jerks Tae's head back by her hair. Rougher than he needs to be.

“Don’t shoot her, please don’t shoot- please.”

The man juts his chin at the gun on the floor. “Kick it away now, be a good omega.” Jin grits his teeth but does as he says.

The man’s voice is rough as gravel. Dignified, but with no obvious accent. Not the quiet cadence that you’ve come to expect from the family. Neither posh nor lowbrow. Something in between. Flat and monotone. You're sure that you've never heard his voice before.

“I have to admit, your file said you’d be resistant, but it said nothing about you being dumb as fuck and a poor shot to boot.”

Jin licks his lips and bares his teeth, “Put that gun back in my hand and then say it again.” The masked man cocks his head to the side and then shrugs as if Jin's fury doesn't mean anything to him.

But He’s bleeding, it trails down to the floor so the words can't be genuine. It's a small wound, a graze on his right thigh. Red bright and hot that drips in onto the floor from his pant leg.

His hand tightens in Tae’s hair. “Line up against the wall. Now. Or I’ll blow her brains out in front of you."

You move first, eyes trained on Tae. But he snaps, eyes unreadable behind that mask, “No- not you. I’m not here to kill you.”

He tosses something to Jin and he catches it. Handcuffs that jingle and clink. Your foot hits an errant bullet with a similar tinkle. “Handcuff Jin to the stairs Hoseok.”

Your names, he knows your names. Your mind races over every detail, every moment trying to piece together a way to get out of this. a way to save them.

“Why are you doing this?” Hobi’s trembling, shaking. “Did Jimin-”

“Jiminie did nothing.” The man croons dragging the barrel of the gun down Tae’s cheek leaving a dark smudge in its wake. It's red on her face, the barrel must still be hot, your blood crusty around her lips.

“Honestly though, you should know he was a shit assassin. Truly piss poor even by industry standards. They always threw him the easiest kills."

The three of you are quiet, if he was hoping to elicit a reaction or more of a fight You don’t give him the satisfaction. Although jin grits his teeth, gnashing anger and an omega's feral instinct to protect their pups.

You step forward hands open, barely two steps from Tae. If you can just get to her maybe you can-

“Please- please don’t kill them."

He cocks his head at you, and you can hear the grin in his voice. “Oh no, you misunderstand me I’m not going to do any of it.”

He taps Tae’s head once again with the gun and Tae starts to truly struggle. You tremble in fury and horror as you realize what he means with a sickening lurch in your stomach.

“This is how it’s going to work Y/n” You still at the sound of your name. “Taehyung here is going to shoot Jin and Hoseok. And then once we’re sure they’re good and dead, I’ll kill her.” He tosses you another pair of handcuffs, these ones are meant for you.

You take one step closer; Jin's gun is between your feet now. But you couldn't pick it up or else he'd shoot Tae. Time, you just need a minute to figure out what to do. How to get them out of this.

Yourself now, that's a different story. If you where in Tae's position you'd turn your face to the side and bite the mans hand.

“And what about me then? If they're all dead what’s to stop me from fighting?” he seems to consider it only briefly, the gun in his hand tilting so that you can see the dark oval where the bullet will come out, where it will rocket through Tae's skull and take all the little worlds she dreams of, all her poems and words and make them nothing.

“You think you're so precious? I’ll just kill you.” he says it like it's nothing. like you're nothing. He nods to the others, appealing to them and not you. “What do you want? All four of you to die? Or just three? What will hurt Namjoon the least? Do you think Yoongi will survive loosing his mate? What do you think Jinnie?”

You think of Yoongi's mating mark, the spot on his hip where your small curved semi-circles sit. You think of them turning black- a brand of a dead mate. You think of Hobi's eyes opening and never closing again. You think of Jungkook nesting without Jin and you. Of Namjoon holding out his hand and having no one to take it without Jin there.

You won't let any of this happen.

The others shoot each other unsure glances but you shake your head. you shake your head because earlier on the step, the man didn't take the easy shot, the easy kill.

If he really had orders to kill you, he would have done it then.

you step forward and shake your head. “I don’t believe you. I know your orders are to take me. That’s what all of this is about isn’t it?” The man doesn’t drop his weapon. Just presses it tighter to Tae’s jaw.

“Handcuff Jin now Hobi. Or else I’ll-”

You see the darkness settle in Jin’s eyes and before you know it he's turning to you, eyes flat. Endless in their darkness, the way they might if-

You don't let yourself consider it. You won't let it get to that point.

“Pup-”

You guess it does make sense, having you kill each other as opposed to the assassin doing the dirty work and implicating Moonbyul. If you really are on that ‘no kill list’ like Yoongi said at the hospital, having you take out each other is the only logical course of action. Once Tae kills Jin and Hobi, she'll be free game. This is the only way retribution won’t fall back on her. This is so similar to what she tried and failed to do with Jimin and Jin. This is a second attempt.

Only-

Only this time, you have a bargaining chip.

You step forward, in front of Hobi and Jin, blocking them from his line of sight. Barely a pace in front of Tae, but from the way he tightens his grip on her you know that you can go no further.

“You can take me; I’ll go with you. Willingly.”

Jin makes a noise in his throat and tries to move, but dares not when the man tightens his grip on Tae’s hair hard enough to rip a bit of it out.

“That’s what she wants, isn’t it? If you just let them live I’ll go with you.”

The man is silent for a second. Hobi trembles and so does Jin. For a second, you truly think that he’s going to take the bait.

But the mask is directed towards the floor, then back up at you. “Those aren’t my orders.” His finger is on the trigger so close to Tae’s head. “Now cuff him, I don’t want Jinnie getting any ideas.”

Hobi’s hands are shaking as he unwillingly shackles Jin to the steps as slowly as he can. He's buying time too. Every second and every heartbeat is precious. Both ends loop around a single rung and click closed. The rung itself is a little loose from a bullet that blew it apart near the bottom, it’s got to be the loosest one. Hobi turns, and you see the pre-meditation in his eyes; he chose that one so that Jin could still get free if he tried hard enough.

Everyone is trying. Everyone is defiant. The quirk of Jin's eyes as he settles, staring with rage at the man, his voice a quiet croon when he says what might very well be the last words he ever speaks.

“Tae you can close your eyes honey, it’s okay.”

"No I can't" She struggles harder against his hold, but it only gets her part of her hair pulled out with how rough the man jerks her, tears clouding her vision. "I can't- don't- please-"

Tae's soul has always been butterfly soft and flower tender. She's not made for this. She's not made for murder or pain or anything that lacks softness. She's never been a killer; Jimin was always that side of their coin. Saint and sinner.

Your body goes cold and for a second, you think you just might pass out, especially when Hoseok grips your wrist. One final squeeze in what can only be goodbye before he steps away and in front of jin. Hair puffed up. Jin is lowering his eyes and no no no.

No.

Tae is staring at you, eyes wide and scared, but you watch in total powerlessness as her eyebrows lower. You see the moment Tae thinks it. Eyes meeting yours, lips mouthing something that you can’t read. Maybe I’m sorry no.

I love you. Sorry.

The truth is that Jimin drilled this with her years ago before she left for college and he couldn’t follow. When Jimin first realized that for the first time in their lives she’d be without him as a constant protector. Delicate delicate Tae with her delicate pink soul. So vulnerable to the world and all its wickedness.

Tae didn't confront him about it until the nightmares were waking him up regularly. They were simple nightmares back then; images of Tae hurt and mugged. Tae beaten and left in an alleyway. Tae stalked through the night. Simple, but enough to keep him awake. Enough to torture him in his wakon hours as well as the nighttime.

If Jimin saw her now he'd pull the heavens down and demand something truly awful in exchange. He'd take one of the knives from the kitchen and gut him from belly button to addams apple. He'd eviscerate him- and Namjoon might help.

Hut there is no one here to do any of that, there is only Tae in the man's hold.

“What are you so scared of?” She’d asked one morning, trailing endless patterns on his chest in an effort to soothe him back to sleep.

“Something happening to you while I’m not there, mostly.”

“Would it make you feel better? If you taught me the basics?”

Jimin's pause is telling, more telling are his eyes, hopeful when he looks up at Tae. “Yes, it would.”

It’s been years and years since Jimin Tae have bothered to drill any self-defense sequences it at all. Since he stopped asking her to refresh the basics with him once a year just to make sure. Jimin never thought that Tae would have to use those skills. Like with most things, you just sort of hope you don't have to fight.

But Tae knows you did fight. It's written all over your bloody face and your bloody hands, tightened to fists by your side. If you fought tooth and nail to save them she should fight too.

Tae has written fight scenes like this before. If she survives the press of the gun to the back of her head, she’s gonna have one hell of a personal experience to pull from for her book. The content will be endless.

She seems to swell in the space, alpha shoulders settling back. Her mouth is moving, mouthing words her eyes on you. Just in case this is the last thing she ever does.

I’m sorry, I love you.

“Be a good boy and pick up the gun Tae.” Tae bends down, syrupy slow. Intentional with her every movement. One heartbeat. Another. Tae's fingers are maybe an inch from the gun when everything goes haywire.

When she's about halfway bent she uses her momentum to hurl her body back, slamming her head into the gun and then into the man’s face. Cracking the mask and from the sound of it, the man’s nose. Tae's almost knocks herself out with the force of her own head colliding with the man’s face.

She turns, she’s not finished, not even close. She might be a woman but she’s an alpha too. Alphas always always fight to protect their pack. She turns and swings.

And drives her elbow as hard as she can between the alpha’s legs.

Hobi can’t stop his flinch. That has to hurt.

The assassin’s gun goes flying, skittering across the dark floor and under the bookcase and Hobi ends up lunging for it. You go after it too but you end up holding Tae instead, crumpling to the floor without anything to hold her up. She’s holding the back of her head, eyes watering.

The traditional mask lyes in pieces around you, shatered by the force of tae's headbut. The man clutches his nose, features still covered by the ski mast. Growling out- "Bitch- fucking bitch! I'll kill you. I'll fucking kill all of you-"

Jin struggles yanking his cuffed hands down as hard as he can- in another minute he might get loose, but not quick enough as Hobi finds the gun and raises it. The bullet hits the molding beside your pantry, missing the man by inches as he dives away to safety. A lucky shot by any standard, let alone for a beginner. Hobi shoots off after him. knocking into the wall before he's up and chasing it.

“Are you okay, Tae, Tae- look up at me.” Tae is clutching the back of her head. Blinking rabidly. That fucking hurt even if it was worth it.

“I’m fine just-” She leans over your legs and vomits, retching loud and horrible. Concussion- she must have given herself a concussion. Namjoon told you months ago how to read the signs of them shortly after the first time Jungkook ever had a seizure in front of you.

You hold her shoulders, watching Jin try and break himself free, yanking his wrists hard enough that it has to hurt. Moving to try and help him.

And then Hobi makes a noise in the other room, a pained ghasp, A thump and then-

Tae is already up and running, stumbling into the wall. You glance at Jin. "Go- just go" Jin grinds out. But Tae has longer legs than you do even concussed.

By the kitchen, Hobi slips on a fallen tangerine. (You remember then, Yoongi clearing the table with a brush of his hands for Jimin, tossing a whole bowl of them onto the floor. Where they've stayed since then) they're fighting, the man must have managed to disarm Hobi somehow because the gun sits under one of the chairs. Both of them are fighting just beside the dining room table. Part of it splintered and broken where someone broke it.

They're grappling on the floor now. Pushing against each other trying to gain the upper hand. you've watched the alpha's wrestle before- small disputes to settle and reaffirm the hierarchy, but you've never seen hobi move like this. You watch the man grasp at his waist reaching for the knife. His hands so slick with his own blood that it clatters to the floor. Hobi may not be trained but he's a fighter too. Gnashing his teeth and growling. Reaching up into the shallow gash at the mans throat and digging in his fingers.

And then he’s got Hobi on the ground and his hands around your alpha's throat. Tae tries to get him off but he backhands her, sending her sprawling to the ground and clutching her cheek. Too dizzy to stand. Big hands that squeeze and squeeze and squeeze Hobi's narrow throat. Spit at the corner of his lips turning frothy as hoseok tries to breathe and can't.

“I didn’t come this far to get killed by a bunch of family rejects; 11 years and 1458 kills later and I will not die. Just give up already- I didn’t come this far to-”

Hobi’s face is turning purple, hands scrabbling, pushing against his face trying to get him off unsuccessfully. Dying there on the floor. Hobi is going to die right there if you don't do anything.

Jin is shouting from the other room and there is a frying pan in the kitchen. On the countertop that you snatch on your way past, winding up for it before you swing it with all your might at the man's head and-

At the end of the day, it’s hard to say exactly what kills him. Whether it's you or Tae who wields the killing blow. It’s more of a group effort between you and her.

Tae has read countless books that described love as some gentle force, but this love has not made her gentle. Tae cannot sit there on the floor and watch Hobi die. She'd do anything to protect him and the pack. She’d kill people like Minnie did, would lie just as Jin had, would have sacrificed anything- even herself just like Yoongi.

Love had always been giving in Tae's mind, and she would give countless sins and untold violence, to have this not be the last day with you and the pack.

The gun is just sitting there under the chair. tae hardly has to lean over to get it. (If she makes it out of this alive, she swears to himself that she'll finally start taking those kickboxing classes that Jungkook teaches.) Tae lifts the gun at the same moment that your hand descends with the frying pan.

Tae turns, points, aims, and fires. She doesn’t even think twice about it. The trigger goes down as easily as breathing.

Getting shot in the throat definitely distracts him enough, definitely makes him let go of Hobi, clutching at his own throat instead of his. blood rushing over his hand and down onto hobi's face. So much that it almost splashes.

And then the frying pan hits his head with a hollow final thud.

There is a placid terror in things like this, a quiet as things go and come. The thumping, the sobbing breaths you let out, the descent of your hand, beating out your terror on the body below, a vessel for all of your fear.

The handle of the frying pan is thick and heavy in your hands. You bring it down on the man’s head, the curved edge of the cast iron connects with the plate of his skull with a hollow thud. One second, he's clutching at his blown-apart throat, and the next he goes limp, blood and brain matter splatters loud and heavy along the floor. Falling on top of Hobi like a lead weight.

Hobi's brown eyes are bloodshot and red in his mouth, heaving one big breath that sends the room spinning. Sends vertigo into his veins and panic-running adrenaline. You lift your arms up again and hit him, descending again and again.

His body is still, so still. His chest gives one open shudder and then goes truly quiet. Frozen in time. You are covered in blood, in your mouth, on your hair, on the ceiling. More and more splatters as your hand goes up and then down in an endless loop.

Dark cotton soaks, matted with blood and brain matter, blurry from your tears. A bit of it hits your face, wet and stinky. People never tell you how horrible it smells when people die.

You don’t stop hitting the man, even when it's clear he's dead. Even when you glare down at him through the tears in your eyes and see half a face staring up at you. An eyeball rolls across the floor.

There are arms around you pulling you off of him eventually. Dry warm arms, big and heavenly. One wrist dangles with a pair of handcuffs as Jin yanks you back from the man. The body.

“Pup- It’s done, pup- he's gone- Stop.”

There is blood all over you. On your face, on your hands, around the frying pan. Tae too, sitting just beside you. Half of her body splattered. Hobi's soaked with it and still struggling to breathe. But both of them, the three of them are alive.

“It’s over pup.” Jin sounds like he might be crying. Tae definitely is.

Hobi puts his head between his knees, gasping for every breath but still breathing. Tae's got him in his lap. Holding on to him as he splutters. face so soaked with blood he can't open his eyes without blinking rapidly.

It’s anything but over you think as you let go of the handle of the frying pan.

It clatters to the ground with a bloody and final thunk.

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Notes:

if the beginning of the chapter feels weird/different in terms of narration that is because it was mostly written 3+ years ago and my writing style has changed alot! kinda crazy! hopefully people will just attribute it to hoseok's internal monologue. it might be meandering but i kept reminding myself that this is hoseok at his lowest you know?

One thing i want you guys to realize is that the m/c may not be smart, but holy fuck can she take a beating and still get up.

Gun shoot outs are uniquely hard to write because like, just bang and it's done right? idk why part of this writing just felt so tedious usually i love writing stuff like this :(

hobi calls the m/c his girlfriend 🥺 did you guys notice???? he's such a cute pup charecter.

i have more notes for this chapter BUT i can't share them until the next one is out because it involves hobi's secret.

i hope you guys see like- how good the m/c actually is at the crime and thinking on her feet shit- i think that this chapter above all others shows her street smarts. she knows to keep the guy talking and distracted- i think it compliments her similarities to jimin and jin like. the trio of them are very capable people you know? vs hobi who just headlong rushes the assassin and fucks shit up. i'm not saying it's his fault- he does the best that he can in this chapter.

I'm trying to pull from my actual knowledge of how guns work but fun fact, silencers are still fucking loud, like still so loud that you need ear protection. and even blank bullets can still cause serious injury at close range.

I'm again at the stage where i can't tell if the gun shooting scene is clunky and too predictable or if it's actually as creepy as i've made it out to be.

This is one of those situations- the bargaining for each others lives, that i've actually never had to handle. it's actually pretty unusual for me to write about things that i haven't experienced in some way shape or form.

i've only written a few scenes in my life that have made me wonder like "huh- i wonder if people might actually think that i've seen a dead body, been around a dead body, or killed someone before?" and ngl, the scene with the assassin dying is one that makes me wonder that... i promise i just have a scarily vivid imagination.

#bts fanfic #bts mafia au #bts omegaverse au #bts polyamory au #bts x reader #bts poly au #bts werewolf fic #bts fluff #bts angst #bts hurt/comfort #min yoongi fic #min yoongi x reader #yoongi x reader #min yoongi #omega! reader #bts a/b/o au #bts a/b/o #bts gang au #bts au #bts werewolf au #bts angst bts omegaverse fic #bts hybrid fic #kim namjoon fic #kim seokjin fic #kim taehyung fic #park jimin fic #jeon jungkook fic #jjk #pjm #myg

[forestshadow-wolf]

It's raining, ghost idly notes. Technically he should be focusing on the field briefing that they're getting, but they'd already gooten one when assigned, one before they left base, and one on the plane ride here. So really, they're just talking in cirlces now.

Price is at the front of the table explaining the plan, which they have to wait four hours to even begin acting on, standing next to the open laptop showing all the documents they need.

Gaz is trying very poorly to act like he's listening. Poorly because he's been flicking wadded up pieces of paper at price (who is ignoring it pretty well)

Ghost usually doesn't sit during briefings, he gets distracted, so he takes up a spot by the wall.

But soap, uncharacteristically is also leaning up against the wall next to him. Usually he playing footsies.with gaz across the table, but not today.

Price is still droning on about the mission blah blah blah, ok well not blah blah blah but it's nothing he hasn't already memorized.

He watches soap squeeze tightly at his knee again, for the third time in the last 20 minutes, as far as he cam reach without making it obvious. Ghost also notes that he's stiffer than usual.

He leans into soap's space just a bit, "you 'kay?" He whispers. Soap nods almost imperceptibly.

"Yeah, why?" He hisses.

"It's just... you know you can sit down right?" He says, gesturing slightly to the 3 open chairs at the table. One of which would normally be occupied by a certain scot anyway.

"Yea- I knoe tha', I chose to stand for a reason."

"Well- I was jus' sayin', ya look uncomfortable, s' all."

"I am, tha's why I'm standing."

"Yeah, 'cus that makes sense-"

"Are you two done arguing yet?" Price cuts in. Soap looks just as chastised as Ghost feels, which... is really only enough to fake it.

"Yes, sir." They both respond, and peice goes back to his rambling.

The meeting ends soon enough, and they're finally released to get ready or whatever they need to do.

"You sure you’re okay, johnny?" Ghost catches a stiff legged soap just before he leaves.

"Aye, s' rain s'all" Ghost isn't really sure what that has to do with anything, and he says as much. "I fucked up my knee a few years ago, it's fine now, the rain just makes it act up a little. Something Something low pressure atmosphere, basic science, I think."

"Okay, well you know you could sit down. Would probably help." Ghost suggests... again

"Yeah and I'll not stand up again, not with this wanker" soap snorts at him, referring to his knee. Ghost frowns.

"Well... anything I can do to help?", soap shifts from one foot to the other.

"Not unless you got me some new knees. It's fine, Ghost, I'm still mission ready if that's what you're worried about. I actually had to redo the fitness tests once I healed up just to make sure I could still do my job."

"..."

"What?" Soap shifts hsi weight again

"... that's really.. not what I was asking about."

"Aye, well- what do you brits say- 'cheers, mate' I'm fine. Swear it."

"And that's why you're limping around?" Sure, maybe a bit of an exaggeration, but it's not technically inaccurate.

"I'm no' 'limping' around, and even if I was it's hardly noticeable. Why do you even care so much, it's no' you're problem." Soap sasses back.

"Well, I'd like to help if I can-"

"How? You gonna shout it outta me? There ain't shite you can do for it. Just leave it be, aye?"

"... fine, but I can help if you let me."

"Aye, I'll keep that in mind, thanks." And then he was walking away, off to do whatever he need to do before their mission.

Ghost makes a note to himself to ask about it again after they're back on base.

#john soap mactavish #soap's bad knee #knee problems #weather induced knee problems #simon ghost riley #soapghost #ghostsoap #call of duty #cod #cod mw2 #el rambles

[justarandompersononthehellsite]

So... @muffinlance wrote a really awesome story. I read a post from a point in time, though I truly do not remember when since it seems like I've been working on this project forever, saying that she gives blanket permission for people to print and bind the story into a book (I think there was an also addendum saying that they do not give permission to be sold, since selling fic is illegal). This fic has had total control over my whole brain since it was sent to me (@creatorofthemind I believe it was you, so thank you forever for tuning me into it) back during the days of like chapter six or seven.

So here I am now, sharing this amazing journey of my first ever bookbinding adventure. Further reading below.

So to give you an idea of what's going on, this is a fanfiction about Zuko (Avatar the Last Airbender) (animated show version, the LA show did not exist yet and we do not speak of the movie) being adopted by Hakoda, Father of Katara and Zuko. (This might have also been what kicked off the Give Zuko A Parent craze, but don't fact check me.)

Overall, the characters from the show stick very well to the cannon versions, but where MuffinLance really shines is in the rich backstories and fleshed out feeling of all the non cannon elements. Especially the background characters. I would argue that the writing in this peice of fanwork could easily rival the cannon show at many points of comparison.

Now that you have context, we can get into the actual process.

To start, I used this guide to figure out where to even begin, and fount the included resource list to also be quite helpful. I cannot for the LIFE OF ME figure out where I found the template I used for the front matter and such, but it must be somewhere and I will link to it when I inevitably come across it again.

Then I began to typeset. This step took... a long time. I worked in chunks from about September of 2022 to late March of 2024. I would get a big section done, sometimes even the entire thing, but then find I hated the way I had done it and give up for months at a time. Such is the life of ADHD and flitting interest in projects I suppose.

And then finally, step one was done, and I was left with pages on a word document that look like this. (And do please let me know if you want the link to the document. It was so much work, and I would love to not be the only one to use it.)

Next step was printing out this beast. Ended up being about eight pages of front matter, and about 630 pages of body text.

That I printed wrong.

Twice.

Before finally getting it right. And then not getting a picture of it, because I finished at 4 am and had work at 7, and am also an idiot.

Then I simply stitched along, putting everything together into a beautiful text block.

And came up with a design for the cover.

Yes the glue did end up lumpy. Ignore it.

Yes I did have to sketch out the design onto a scraped page several times before I figured out what I was doing. Ignore that too.

The cover design does wrap around the entire cover. No I did not get a picture before I glued the thing down. See again: I'm an idiot. And just... massively impatient.

Finally, we get to the stage of gluing. Behold, my bookpress.

Of course, topped with Madam MuffinLances own actual professional-people book, Fox's Tounge and Kirin's Bone. It is Excelent. Here is the LINK so you can go and support this amazing author with the real-monies as well as the internet-kudos.

Then, once everything is glued together, one must give the book its "gilt" edges.

#atla #salvage #bookbinding #fanbinding #muffinlance #I'm a really big fan of this story and the characters ok? #They're really fun and I love them.

[writingoddess1125]

Deal with the Devil

This is honestly just a Comedy no idea what this is 🤣

GNReader x AU Demon Buggy

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"You Fucking Asshole!" (Y/N) screamed, Tossing their phone across the room as you stood there.

Your Rotten Bastard of a Boyfriend- Best to say Ex now!

You'd done everything for him.. wrote his resume, got him job interviews, washed his crusty underwear!

He had wrecked your apartment, drained your saving all for what? The hope of God damn magic!

Yes Fucking magic-

He was a pinterest board having Half ass 'Witch' that claimed he was of a Witch blood line.

Maybe it was that Witch bloodline that lead him to stick his dick in some random as twink at the Bar!

"Fuck You!" You screamed in the air, sobbing as you rushed to your liquor cabinet- It wasn't like you had much but you grabbed the quarter bottle of vodka and the rum. It would do-

Playing terrible break up music you drank away your sorrows- Sobbing hysterically into your carpeted livingroom floor as you finished the vodka, You tossing the empty bottle across the room causing it to shatter.

Stumbling up, you waddle to the kitchen- in state deciding a cup was finally smart-

In you drunken stooper you grabbed a 711 cup from the counter wanting to pour more booze in it- but pausing when you saw it. Your EX's book of shadows- Aka a Dollar Tree Notebook were he stashed his stupid spells and random pages he pirated from the internet. Picking it up and getting ready to throw it in the trash with the rest of your EX's shit when you finally sober up-

But opened it randomly seeing a folded up peice of paper tucked I to the sides. Rolling your eyes you open it and see a well worn page, however it wasn't ancient by any means- the witches.com emblem in the corner cluing you in to that. But in big bold letters on the top said 'SUMMON A DEMON TO DO YOUR BIDDING!' Easy how to guide.

Fuck it- What did you have to lose! Your drunken hazy mind reasoned. Flicking the Dollar Tree book to an random page and tossing it down on the coffee table-

Looking through you saw the ingredients needed. Food, A liquid, lighter, a Vessel and DNA. Chuckling at the rather basic guide you plopped down and poured off a quarter of your bottle of Rum in the 711 cup-

"We recommend 'moon water'- Welp you're getting Captian Morgan-" You laugh as you pour more of the rum into your mouth, hissing at its burn as you look at the next instructions.

"Alright food- We recommend a herb or item you have a dee- fuck that" You grumble looking around and seeing some leftovers from the corner store. Taking the stale hotdog that had been on your table far too long.

"Fuck it- A hotdog will do" You said with a cackle as you shoved it into the cup without care.

"Now play music to set your intent-" You read, Laughing at the weirdness of this all.

"Music huh! Then we shall play the song of my God damn love life!"

With a crying laugh, you opening up your music app and playing what felt appropriate- Circus Music.

"Now last add DNA- May it be hair, Blood, nails. Ha! Yeah right. Got your DNA right here-" You say and spit into the 711 cup like a redneck spitting chew.

(DONT DO THIS AT HOME) after this you look at the instructions- 'Light the alcohol on fire and focus on your intentions' Pulling a lighter out you set the alcohol ablaze and sat there letting the circus music and smell of burning plastic and hotdogs fill your senses.

'I want to get fucked up and beat up a fucking loser!-' Was the only thing you thought before starting to feel yourself starting to black out. Not noticing the flames beginning to burn a bright blue as the shadows of the room wirled around you and took a solid mass.

Soon a shadowy figure eclipsed your form as a the smell of candy apples filled the room.

"HOW ARE YOU SUMMON THE GREAT AND MIGHTY BUGGY THE CLOWN DE-...." He stopped during his monolog and stared at his summoner- passed out on the couch infront of the coffee table while holding the now out lighter used to summon him and a half burned plastic cup, slouched over in a clearly drunken stooper and groaning loudly from discomfort. Waving his hand it detached and tossed the dirty cup into the sink noting the piles of moldy dishes that stopped the fire- Buggy glanced around now, noticing the dirty apartment and disgusting everything of the place.

He cringed at the sight- Looking to you and shaking your shoulder to catch your attention.

"Oi- You. Please tell me you aren't the fucker who summoned me-" He begged, watching you roll your head around confused stating up at the man before you. He wore what looked like a pirate get up- with a bright cherry nose and bright blue hair that reminded you of the sea-

You opened your mouth, prepared to tell this dude to get out of your house- Before that oh so familiar feeling hit you and you puked all over his pants and shoes in a aray of alcohol and chips.

The man giving a short scream at this as he stood there petrified.

"I'm sorry-" You managed before passing out. Leaving the clown standing there with a look of total disgust on his face as he stared at the fresh vomit all over him.

"YOUVE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME!"

#x reader #one piece #one peice x reader #one peice live action #buggy one piece #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x reader #demon au #Demon Buggy #Spotify

[thesupernaturalhouse]

Another idea

Vaggie becoming more powerful than Alastor, which pisses him off to no end and torments Vaggie because of this

Vaggie finally snaps and goes full Demon mode on him, scaring the shit out of everyone in the Hotel (except for Charlie who is definitely simpi) and somewhat intimidating Alastor

Oh yeah, I can see that happening, Al hates that Vaggie is more influential than him due to her being a 'protective overlord' holding souls but not abusing them, shown to actually try and help people even if it's for charlie, and the fact unlike Al she's been in the public view for a good 3-5 years, Als been gone 7 so a lot of sinner don't knwo who he is

And he despises it. So he pokes more fun at her when he comes to this realization after the meeting. Eventually, she snaps. Maybe not in a full demon form, but definitely shows some of it. Which scares absolutely everyone, except Charlie...and razzle/dazzle/keekee....and maybe Nifty/the egg bois

Everyone else though- even ALASTOR is taken aback, cause he hasn't had someone talk to him like that in a longggg time, so it's a suprise for sure, he respects her a little more afterwards

Now to rant about stats :³

Its hard to tell how a fight between them would go because, for one, Al is still an overlord. He's been out of the game, but he's still a powerful sinner

Vaggie is also an overlord here, though, I do think Al would have more souls, though. But the fact he keeps a good portion trapped in his radio means that unlike Vaggie, he can take peices of their power slowly. It's either all at once or none

So while vaggie has less souls, unlikw Al hers aren't in storage, their constantly generating magic, and so she's constantly getting small amount back and put into her own 'reserves' so to speak; which then buff her strength and speed and stuff

On top of that, Al seems like he relies more on mental manipulation and deals and magic, while Vaggie focuses more on physical fighting, so as long as Vaggie can get past any magic spells she can get some pretty good hits in

Added onto that Alastor is just a sinner. Vaggie is an angle, so while Al might be powerful, Vaggie could still kick his ass. So while both can't die unless it's an angelic weapons- vaggie HAS an angelic weapon, and heavens healing ability and while it might be weakened by hell, it's still powerful and quicker then a sinner could heal. Angles probably also got resistance to sinners' magic, hence why no ones ever been able to hurt them before

So all in all, Alastor is at the disadvantage here, specifically due to that last part

Now, if we also want to talk about social power, Vaggie beats him, no questions asked. Not only is she well liked by the more tame sinners, but most at least respect her.

sure some sinners might see her as a weakling but she's still an overlord and can beat their asses so, respect and since also been gone their gonna go to the new person who has their respect. No?

And she's also been around for 3 years. She didn't suddenly go missing and lose the followers she had. She's also been more active than Al in these past few years

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel au #hazbin hotel vaggie #accidental overlord vaggie au #chaggie #hazbin hotel alastor #supernatural answers

[cumulo-stratus]

“You Do This Everyday?”

Pairing: Spencer reid x Male! Youtuber! Reader

Description: y/n has a pretty popular cooking channel and one day after y/n doesnt edit out spencer givving y/n a kiss when he gets home the fans go crazy wanting a video where you bake together so you make a vid answering questions while making a fall recipe

Warnings: possible swearing, fluff, spencer being a clueless little pookie &lt;3

Flufftober day 12: cooking together

A/N: I saw a fic with he idea of spencer x youtuber reader and i loved it so here we are. i think this idea is so cute and has so much potential so i hope i do it justice <3 Enjoy!

The last of the afternoon light streamed through the windows of Y/n and spencers kitchen, and theirs laughs rang out loudly through the otherwise quiet apartment. Y/n had put his weight on spencer- his face stuffed into his spencers chest trying to muffle his laugh. When the laughing finally died down to giggles y/n lifted his face and said 

“spence- spencer we need to redo the intro!” 

“But we’ve done it 2 times already!”

“yes- and well do it a third and a fourth if you dont stop laughing whenever i start talking!” 

The loving bickering was only that- bickering. Spencer didnt mind doing another take, and another one, if it meant he got to see y/n laugh again he would do it 10 times. His attention was pulled back to reality by his boyfriend counting down, starting again.

“3, 2, 1, rolling. Hello ladies, gentlemen, and rats under chef hats, i welcome back to my channel- I hope your having a funky fun day becasue in todays video im going to be making minestrone soup- but with a twist! i read your comments- ive seen the requests, so today my lovely and beautiful and handsome boyfriend will be joining us!”

Y/n motioned for spencer to come into frame and he shuffled in while his boyfriend did jazz hands around him for special effects. spencer giggled at his boyfriends antics while he introduced him.

“everybody this is spencer- hes my boyfriend, and today he’s gonna help me make soup. And yes we will eat it for dinner afterwards!”

Y/n trailed off and stayed silent for a couple seconds for editing later before giving spencer a kiss on the lips- silently thanking him for participating in the video. 

“okay- now i need to start with the veggies- can you grab them out the fridge please?”

“of course m’lord!” spencer used a joking tone as he pulled all the bags labeled “for soup” and dropped them unceremoniously on the counter, eliciting a chuckle from y/n. After taking the vegetables out of their bags and setting them back on the counter, y/n went back and started the camera. Spencer giggled as y/n began to speak. 

"Okay so we're gonna start by cutting our veggies- but, and especially because my boyfriend over here is a bit of a germaphobe, we're gonna wash them first, thoroughly.”

spencer chuckled at this while his boyfriend poured the veggies into a veggie spinner that he had gotten him for christmas. After washing he brought them back to the island infront of the camera and said “Just like that- poof! clean veggies” (definitely thinking of the audio and just like that- poof! lola’s gone. wrong- im right here you fucking brusell sprout!) 

Spencer looked at y/n confused and asked "wait but- why'd you say poof? You washed them right here?!"

Y/n started giggling and took Spencer's hands in his and said "Spence- lovey I washed them off camera and then I'm gonna edit it to look like they poofed clean" spencer looked down for a moment before looking back up causing y/n to burst out laughing as he said “oh. i gués that makes sense, sorry..” and gave y/n a peck on the lips. Y/n pulled out the knife block and set it on the counter, starting the camera. 

“Okay so im gonna have spence prep my veggies and then I’ll cut them into peices about the size of my thumbnail, or a little bigger.” spencer nodded, understanding his job and started by peeling a carrot. not five minutes in of him cutting and peeling, and of course while you were filming a quick shot of you guys cutting the vegetables- did he cut his finger! y/n wa focused on dicing the onion when he heard a loud yelp from his boyfriend next to him. His headshot up looking at his boyfriend, concerned. 

"What's wrong love?" 

"I cut my finger" Spencer had the most doe eyed, helpless look on his face as he held up his finger, which was now streaming blood. Y/ns eyes knitted in concern for his boyfriend and he walked over, dabbing the blood with a dish rag. 

"Oh my poor baby- here lemme help you."

Y/n left a small peck on his boyfriend's hand, leading him over to the sink to wash it off. Spencer just pouted as the cool water splashed over his finger. Y/n chuckles before getting a bandaid from the first-aid kit in the kitchen, and gently placing it on Spencer's newly cleaned finger. 

After cleaning up the blood, and confiscating Spencer's knife and peeler. 

The couple then took a couple minutes to regroup, and finish the vegetables, before filming the rest of the video.

While y/n put away his camera and turned down the burner under the freshly made soup, Spencer flopped down onto the couch sighing and said "you do this everyday?" Y/n chuckled at this and to flopped down on top of Spencer, giving him a kiss on the cheek and saying "yup- and I still have to edit out all the clips of you just laughing" y/ns tone was teasing while Spencer's became defensive as he spoke in his defense, "hey- I don't do it for a living, you do! You know I'm a terrible cook y/n.. speaking of I think I deserve another kiss for that cut I got on my hand earlier.." Spencer trailed with a smirk. His boyfriend sighed in fake resignation and leaned for a kiss, holding back a laugh as their lips met. 

The End 

#spencer reid #criminal minds #bau #bau team #fluff #cute #gay #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x male reader #Spencer reid x YouTuber!reader #flufftober #Flufftober 2023 #flufftober day 12 #flufftober prompt #Spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fan fic #spencer reid imagine

[lunallaa]

||calling him by his first name||

gk!jason todd x gn!reader

{not edited/proof read please excuse any errors♡}

You honestly didn't even realize that you said it. It was one of those rare late nights where Jason was out on patrol, and you were stuck back home at your shared apartment, struggling to fall asleep ever since he had left for the night. Normally after a long day of work and errands like today sleep came easy, you'd take a hot shower maybe have a cup of that tea Jason buys specifically to help with sleep, and then gather you and the new kitten the two have recently adopted and sleep until he came home. Tonight however, was a different case. No amount of tossing and turning, fluffing your pillows, cups of tea, or white noise playing on your phone could help you sleep.

Thankfully after however many(few) hours your body must've finally realized that you were in fact tired and in need of sleep cause when you woke up next, it was to your kitten stirring and loudly meowing at the bedroom door. Jason was finally home, and from the sounds of things he had just put away his gear from patrol and was making his way to your shared bedroom. You were always confident in your boyfriend and his family's capabilities at what they do, that you never exactly feared one of them never coming home, but it always filled with such relief and peace whenever he walker through that door. Most times he's worn down and maybe nursing an injury but he's in one peice.

“Welcome home Jason.”

You had barely managed to say it in an audible enough volume with how much sleep and exhaustion you were fighting off. Despite that, it was clear he had heard you anyways. Through half lidded eyes struggling to remain open for more than a few seconds at a time you saw him pause from loving on your kitten almost as if you had told him something ridiculous and he was taking a moment to process it. It wasn't until you had registered his silence lasting longer that it should've for a moment like this, that you started to sober up from you sleepy state and turn your full attention to him.

“What's the matter-”

“Are you mad at me?”

“What are you tal-”

“Are you mad at me?”

“Jason-”

“You're mad at me.”

With a huff you push yourself up and remove yourself from the plush warm covers and expose yourself to the surprisingly cold air of your bedroom as you sit and stare at your boyfriend who stands holding your cat just a few feet from you staring back at you.

“Why would I be mad?”

“You called me Jason.”

You're tempted to crawl right back under your blankets. For how large and scary your boyfriend tends to be, when it comes to you he can be so silly and endearingly pathetic. You will admit that you hardly ever call him by his first name after the first few months of dating and it had only been petnames and nicknames since. Both of your first names were a rare occurrence in your household with how disgustingly in love and sappy the two of you were.

“You're worried cause I called you…your name?”

“You never call me just Jason and you know that.”

“You're an idiot” he's your idiot.

The slight tension in his shoulders immediately deflates as he feigns a dramatic gasp and covers your kitten's ears as if you said a very nasty swear at the two of them.

“How could you say that in front of our daughter! Do you know how damaging it will be for her to see her parents fight?”

“Well seeing as she's only been home for a month and walked in on her parents being very loving with each other more times than we can count on both of our hands combined, I'd say she'll be just fine.”

With the tension fully dissipated now and the both of you all giggles and love sick smiles, Jason walks over to where you sit in bed and plops the kitten on your lap before kissing you softly. The sneaky bastard tries to heaten the moment up, but you (hesitantly) pull away before he's successful.

“Nuh uh. Go shower you smell like gunpowder and outside.”

“What? I thought you liked my natural musk.” He’s got that stupid playful smile on his face that never fails to get a giggle out of you.

“That is not your natural “musk”, you smell like Gotham. Now go shower before you're sleeping on the couch tonight. Jason.”

He immediately straightens up and pouts at your use of his first name again but still makes his way to the bathroom. You don't miss the way he leaves the door completely open as he turns on the water and undresses as an invitation for you to join him. With a dreamy sigh and a kiss to your kitten's forehead, you get yourself up and out of bed and make your way to the bathroom door.

Inspired by a blurb from @gay-dorito-dust !

Read it here!

#jason todd #red hood #dc #jason todd x reader #jason todd blurb #jason todd x gender neutral reader #jason todd x gn!reader

[nothing-personal-posts]

"I'm The Crazy One?" (Batfam x Batsis) Final part

Summer: There is a saying. "Die a hero. Or live long enough to become the villain" You refuse to be both. No, you decided to be vengeance itself.

CW: Mental health issues, torture, stalking, violence, mentions of death, cursing, past trauma, mentions of self harm, underage drinking, bad ending

Tag list: @rosecentury @agent-nobody-knows

People call Superman, Batman and The Flash, hero's. While Joker, Luthor and Deathstroke are called, villains.

Rather simple to simple minded people.

But do you want to know the difference between these hero's and villains?

The Hero's have an unsaid code for no killing, a common moral honestly. Because thats not what heros do. Hero's protect, symbols for safety, peace and hope. So they take down the bad guys, and put them away.

While the Villains, they have no code, no morals. They simply want to control, spread chaos and dispare to whomever and whenever. They are killers. So when they are put away to prison or whatever, they brake out. And kill again, spread chaos and dispare to whomever and whenever, again.

And the hero's come to put them away. . . again.

It is a cycle, an unending loop that only stops for a second before starting up again.

But how do you end this cycle? This, usless and rather annoying cycle. Well, it's simple. Take down the Villains. Officially.

Now, some must be thinking. That the hero's can't do that, it was just mentioned that hero's don't kill!

Yes, the hero's can't kill. And simple minded people never really think of putting the Villain's to death due to the huge amount of reliance on the hero's.

So who has the guts to kill a villain, to willingly rid the world of a killer whilst becoming one themselves?

Luckly(and rather sadly), the answer to that question. Is Y/n.

A young girl who had suffered by Jokers schems. A young girl who prays for the night tarrors and panic attacks to stop.

A young girl who sees the man in her dreams, in the mirror, in the dark corner of her room at night. Hears the man's laugh when it gets far too quiet.

You wanted it to stop. To end it all. There were two options you had. End it yourself, or end it yourself.

You took the first option, which lead you to the top of a building. Half empty bottle of tequila you stole from the cellar and nearly dried blood staining your sleeves.

You stumble while aproching the edge. Humming and giggling at your scrambled thoughts.

Mumbling lyrics to a song you had forgotten the name of. None the matter, not like you needed the title of that name anytime soon.

You took one last gulp from the bottle in your hand, finally finishing it. You peeked over the edge.

"That. . . looks far." You hummed and dropped the empty bottle. Waiting till it crashed to the ground. Once you saw the bottle scatter into peices. You hummed and smiled drunkenly.

You stood on top of the edge. Spreading yoir arms open like a bird about to fly out of the nest. Before you even jumped.

You were tackled. Taken far away from the edge.

"Owwww! That hurt!" You pout and whined. You looked up to the person who had tackled you, and instantly smiled and started to giggle.

"Oh Du- ops. Bat signal! Hehe, you saved me~" You were about to say Duke's name. But reminded yourself that he was in his suit.

Duke took in your condition and frowns. He sighed and spoke "Batmans going to kill you." Duke can already hear Bruce's words of displeasure. God, Dick too.

You began to giggle "Silly~ Batman doesn't kill~" you started to giggle even more. Before slowly stopping ". . .batman doesn't kill. . . ."

"You know what I mean--" you blocked out Duke's words.

Because here, is where you relized that Batman- Bruce wouldn't kill Joker. Not for you. Not for anyone. Batman wouldn't permanently take down the one who had caused both you and Jason the worst event in your lives.

And it hurt you. Angered you. You weren't angry at Batman. Just angry that you relized no one could kill Joker. No one.

A few weeks of after that event. You were thinking. And thinking whilst in the condition you were in, wasn't really good.

You had decided to go for option two. End it yourself.

And to do that. You had to make sure that Bruce wouldn't be suspicious of you.

"I think. I need to go back to the mountins. . ." You gave Bruce a speach of how you know that you need help. Need to be alone with your thoughts and learn how to overcome them.

Bruce, of course agreed. He was proud that you made this decision yourself. And not having him painfully send you away unwillingly. You would of course had a tracker on you. Just in case.

You were saying your goodbyes. The last one being Damian. Whne you stopped at Damian. You couldn't help but to get emotional and hug him tight as you felt tears building up.

Damian was your little brother. Even with no blood relation, that is what you saw him as. You always wanted a younger sibling, the thought of spoiling them and protecting them was something you felt proud of.

And now, your leaving him. Knowing what your doing, you mostlikely will never see him after what you are going to do. Probably brake his small heart and trust after too.

But hey, this was for him. For all of them.

You got to the mountains. You took the tracking chip out of your arm and left it at the temple. Took out the tracking devices in your phone, cloths and other things you needed.

You were back in Gotham. And suprise suprise. The Joker was out of prison.

You sighed in disappointment. In your new suit, watching over the city. Knowing you cant act now. No, you had to wait. Watch, and gain the information you need.

So you watched.

Observed every criminal related to Joker. Every gang, every dirt cop every think that you could know about the Joker. You did this for half a month before finally taking action.

You were in the Joker's hideout. Hiding in the shadows. Eyes never wavering off from him. You wanted to do it now. Kill him. Make him suffer. But you couldn't do that. Not yet.

Just a few more hours. A few more hours till he leaves and is unguarded.

Once the Joker was away from anuone else, out of his safe zone. You striked.

You landed on the ground near him. The Joker turned to see someone who was in a suit and mask. He couldn't identify the age nor gender of the person.

The Joker laughed at you. Started up witty comments about how you must be someone who admires the Batman.

You walked closer, fully engulfed by the dark of the night and the shade of another building that blocked the street lamp.

The eyes of your masked glowed a neon purple. You tilt your head, a clicking sound coming from your ask.

Without warning, you grabbed the green haired man by his face and smashed his head against the brick wall.

You assalted the man for a good minute before dragging him by the hair to a dark corner.

The last thing the Joker remembers before knocking out, is your glowing eyes and that clicking sound.

Phase one was to observe and gain info. Check.

Now, phase two. Stalk the Joker and his every move and attack him when he's alone and defenseless. Continue to do this till he doesn't feel safe in places he's supposed to be, with people who he trust.

Unknown to you, phase two was working after showing up to Joker three other times, he's been seeing those glowing eyes in the shadows when you weren't even there.

And when it got too quite. He would hear that clicking sound. It was driving him more crazy then he usually was.

You had fun. Your not ashamed to say it, that you enjoyed watching him show sighns of suffering from afar. Hurting him in unexpected ways that made you smile.

There were times when you would unexpectedly run into your family. Batman tried to take you in, but you escaped. Giving him no words but a head tilt and the clicking sound you make.

It wasn't long till the media took wind of you. Your actions and swiftness reminded others of an owl. So they so cleverly called you "The Owl"

You decided, that youve had your fun. And it was time to end the loop.

So, for your last visit to dear old Joker, you attacked him in his hideout. No one was there. Just him.

So you tied him up, dressed him in his most classic clown clothes. Added a little flower in his chest pocket for decoration.

You circle around him, making those same clicking noises. Watched him replace his fear with weak chuckles and empty threats that turned to bribes them back to threats again.

He was a mess.

He watched as your suite suddenly popped out claws. You hummed and got closer to the man. The look he had on his face made you chuckle. And for the first time, he heard your voice.

"Why so serious?"

You laughed after saying those words. Because, it was something the Joker himself used to say.

You got closer to his face, lifting your claws to the each end of his lips.

"Come on now. Give me a big smile~" Your claws dig deep into his pale skin, slowly tracing the red paint that formed a smile and forcing his lips to go upward as well.

"Ah! Look at that. Such a dazzaling smile. . . now, let's keep that smile there."

You pulled out a big needle and thread thick enough to go through skin.

You took your time sewing up the smile so it could stay still. You hummed to a melody that just stayed in your head. Happyily sewing like you were patching up a doll, blood trickling sowing the man's face, mising with his sweat and tears

You leaned away and smiled under your mask.

"All done!" You made your hands clap rabidly in an excited and hyped gester.

Something wasn't right. The air in Gotham has been stilled. Like the big crimes and crimanals hace been put on a pause.

And Bruce noticed this quickly. And it has something to do with this: Owl, person.

They showed up out of nowhere. Beating some of the criminals half to death, and drag said crimanals so they could, 'play' with them. The only reason Bruce got this information was because of Selena.

She watched one of Owl's attacls go down. And it was brutal.

Even Damian, at school. All the kids talked about was 'the Owl' and how cool they were. Besides from that, Damian found out a few rumors.

How the Owl might be female. And how the Owl might be conected to the Joker going missing.

Yes, missing. The Joker hasn't been active ever since you came into his life. But the public doesn't really know your the reaon why Joker has been inactive. So the assumed he had gone missing.

But, most of the big bad guys in Gotham know. . .they know why. They had many reasons not to interfere.

And now, they will never even think of it.

It was all over the news.

Joker found dead on the outskirts of Gotham

The details, were probably too much for a lot to take in on the condition of Jokers body. Or what was left.

It wasn't long till Bruce and the others found out it was the Owl who had done it. And saddly for them, took less time to find the now poorly hidden identity of the Owl, for the Owl had finished their main goal. And no longer cared.

You were on a balcony in the Wayne manor. Thw last place the others would think to find you. But Bruce did. It seemed like he always knew.

Dick and Jason were right behin Bruce as the three watched you stare up into the sky.

"Y/n." Bruce spoke. Your lips curled into a smile.

"Batman. . ."

Bruce frowns in your response. "Did you do it." His voice firm. You frown. Was that seriously the first thing dear old pops say to you?

You began to chuckle out of frustration.

"Do what?" You turned around and gave them an innocent look.

"Kill Joker!" Jason shouted. Dick was there to hold Jason back just in case. You leaned on the railing and crossed your arms.

". . . You mad Jay? Don't worry. Made him suffer before killing him." Yeah, like that would make the man any happy.

You began to chuckle to yourself. "You guys wanna know something funny" yoir chuckling slowly ecalated to loud laughing.

"He called me-- he called me Crazy!"

The three watched your laughong combined with small sobbing. It was sad, and deeply discerning.

"I'm the crazy one? After all the shit IM CRAZY!?"

It seemed like everything was hitting you all at once. Falling to your knees. Your laughter being overtaken by crying.

Bruce sighed and went over to embrace you in a hug.

This had them thinking. Maybe they were too late. Maybe they never truly saved you that day. The you that they knew, had already died without them knowing.

#batfam x batsis #batfam x reader #barbra gordon #bruce wayne #damian wayne #duke thomas #jason todd #dick grayson #alfred pennyworth #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #platonic love #found family #angst #bad ending #death

[candyfloss5000]

Worth the pain

Nathan Prescott x gender neutral reader

(Poorly punctuated and not proof read)

Summary: your life and Nathan's are both fucked up in different ways, but somehow your mangled and spiralling lives have intertwined. You're closer than you've ever imagined anyone could be, but you can't face the feelings that linger around you both, because you can't face loving someone again just for them to leave you to pick up the peices afterwards.

"Bite The Hand" is the song that inspired me to write this.

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Fuck Black-shitting-well academy. The only things it's brought you is more things to tell your imaginary therapist. Like fuck you were going to see a real one. You did that along time ago and the only thing it achieved was people pitying you. You don't need strangers fucking pity for your fucked up life, you already know it's messed up beyond repair, you don't need a fucking therapist to tell you that. Everyone you've spoke about your past to has either given you a disgusted look, or fake pity.

You just want to scream out everything in your mind to someone who won't give you any expression, almost like a blank wall that you can just yell and scream and cry at. That's what Nathan Prescott has become for you and sometimes, you've been that for him as well. You can just talk and talk and talk at him and he'll just sit there, seemingly not paying attention but mentally noting every word you've said. He'll only speak when you request him to, but most of the time he doesn't say anything at all. And you return the favour by letting him vent to you and listen to all his words.

Now, you're both silently laying on Nathan's bed in his dorm, your legs up agaisnt the cushions as you lay the wrong way on the bed. You just stare at the white ceiling, passing a cigarette between each other. You forgot to buy a pack and it's Nathan's last one, so you compromised. You've remained in silence, since you entered his room ages ago, waiting for either one of you to say something.

Nathan hands you the cigarette, after he took a long drag, before breaking the some what comforting silence, "Do you ever think about..." His pause causes you to turn your head to look at him, but he's still staring up at the ceiling. "Getting the fuck outta here? Just fucking off and forgetting about all this shit?"

"Every second of every day." You reply to him, as you pass him the cigarette back.

"But there's always that nagging in the back of your head to just put up with everyone's shit." Nathan speaks for them both and you turn your head to face the ceiling again. Uncontrollable dread sits in your soul, as you try to convince yourself that your past isn't repeating itself yet again. "And it always seems to out weigh the idea of finally being free." He adds to his previous sentence. "I'm gonna get the fuck outta here one day, you know?"

Your anxious mind can't help but pick up on the fact that he said "I'm" and not "we". Has he already decided that you are only a fragment of his life? You should've known better. You told yourself when you went to Blackwell not to get attached to anyone. They'd only leave like every fucker else, you had told yourself. First, it was your mother leaving you for some drugdealing asshole, then it was your childhood friend picking some over girl for you, then your older siblings moved out far away (they still don't try to contact you), which only added to your father's alcoholism. There's always someone else that's the first choice. You gave up trying to get everybody to like you a long time ago.

During your mind's spiralling anxious thoughts, you don't even notice the tear that runs down the side of your face, until a soft hand wipes it away. The physical contact brings you back to reality and you turn your head to face Nathan, who's already looking at you. The cigarette sits in an ashtray that's ontop of his bed. Your eyes stare into his ocean blue ones and you only just realise how close you are, your faces are only a breath away from one another.

"Tell me what's going on up there." He places his hand on the side of your face and slightly taps your forehead to emphasise his words, before tucking the hair that had fallen infront of your face behind your era.

You silently study his face, his blonde soft hair, his angel eyes and your eyes finally land on his red lips. You desperately want to take the leap and kiss him until your lungs begin to burn from the lack of air. You want to hide yourself in his arms, where you're safley locked away from the world. You want him to hold you so delicately, as if you'd break like glass.

You tear your eyes away from his plush lips and sigh as you can't bring yourself to look at him anymore. "I can't keep doing this." You pathetically mutter under your breath, hating the way more salty tears push their way into your eyes.

"Doing what?" Nathan's voice has dropped to a whisper as you looks at you.

"This! I can't keep loving people who leave! I can't let more kindling be added to this burning feeling inside me!" Your voice raises, but you're not angry. You're just so tired and fucking emotionally drained. You try to ignore the never ending stream of tears that flow from your eyes. "It hurts too much and I can't do it anymore!" You subconsciously grasp his shirt, as if that's enough to stop him from disappearing.

Nathan says your name, as quite as a whisper and you just stare into his eyes. The hand on your cheek moves to lightly grasp the back of your scalp and Nathan moves forward to place his forehead agaisnt your own, in an attempt to ground you to the present. "I'm not going anywhere without you. I don't fucking care if it means we travel the entire fucking world, I'm not letting you go." He vows, with such a sincere look in his eyes, a look you've never seen anyone give you before.

Silence falls once again and you're still so close to the point where you can feel each other's breath on your faces. Neither of you can help but glance down at each other's lips. Slowly but surely, your bodies move impossibly closer and your lips dance over one another.

His touch burns and stabs into your soul, but you can't convince yourself to let him go. Nathan's here and he's staying. He's worth the pain.

#Life is strange #life is strange x reader #Nathan prescott #Nathan prescott x reader #max caulfield #Chloe price #Rachel amber #Victoria chase #warren graham #Song fic #Oneshot #Imagine #Fluff #Angst #fluff and angst #Spotify

[potol0ver]

Ask; Hello, I read you have your request open, and I really like how you write about Erik. So, if you feel in the mood, I like some scenario (GN or AFAB) in which y/n starts to work ato Opera House like an skilled effect artist and one night, when y/n finally has some time free and alone, Erik found her playing something like ROxxanne tango with the cello, because she play it but only for herself.

Tags; Fluff, GN reader (you and yours),

A/N; Hey, I’ve been silent for a while and I’m sorry for that. I wasn’t motivated to post any fics and was in writers block. Now I need to focus on my health because a serious health concern has come up for me, so I apologize for continuing to be radio silent. I’m a little out of it while I’m writing this so I’m sorry, Please injoy this fic, it will most likely be the last for a while. (You may continue sending asks just be warned I might not be able to get to it for a couple of reasons.)

With a heavy sigh you put aside your art peice, a stage mask that just wasn’t holding up to your standards. You’ve painted over your dried paint and wiped it off to many times to count already. Your hands had become shaky long ago as you sit at your desk that was in an obscure corner of the Opera house.

You push your chair back that gave a screech and sluggishly walked back to your small room in the Opera house. Thankfully it looks like none of your roommates are in the room which means you can properly relax and wind down. Most importantly in your mind, it means you can practice your cello without disturbing anyone.

Quickly you set up your space, adjusting your chair, setting up your music stand, making sure your bow has enough rosin. Flipping to your favorite cello peice you take a breath and start playing. Letting your fingers and how move on the strings fluently, you we’re getting entranced by your cello. Unknown to you, you weren’t the only one being entranced.

Somewhere deep in the Opera house, the Phantom can hear your playing faintly thanks to the echoing of the monumental walls. Intrigued, Erik quietly yet softly made his way to you until he could hear you clearly. Leaning against a wall he let his eyes shut and get wrapping up in your music, loving where you crescendoed and adding your own flare.

When you got to the end of the piece and pause your playing to find another to play, he finally peeked a look at you. He thought you would’ve been apart if the orchestra, but he didn’t recognize you, it also looked your your cello while well kept, was quite old to. Erik became very fascinated by you now, he started by “testing” you. Slipping new and harder pieces for you to try, and if you did play them he’d be happily surprised with how well you make the notes come to life.

Next, after you passed his “test”, he worked hard to see if he can find you a proper newer cello. Only the best for his new found talent, that day by day he was slowly falling for. The more he became infatuated with you he got more determined to find a cello to match your one of a kind soul.

After a while he did find a very good cello, a one of a kind, just for you. So, Erik made quick work to insure it’s yours. He personally polished and cleaned it, making sure no scratches were on the instrument. While you were working hard at your props job for the play, he made diligent work to set up the present in your new room. That of course was also a present from him. How could he let his musical muse share a room with a bunch of strangers?

Leaning the cello against the bedside table he placed a rose and a note next to it. Despite watching you for so long and being so devoted to you, he never got to the courage to say anything to you. Hopefully the grand presents will be a good first impression.

Groggily you walk back to your room, only to be told you don’t sleep there any more. Which after the long day you had of making props wasn’t good for your anxiety. As you followed the directions to your new room, you think about how you could’ve gotten on the bad side of someone to get an even more run down place to sleep in than what you have already had.

All of those thoughts quickly got washed away when you opened the door to your new room. It had everything you needed to live alone, a small kitchen/living room, a nice bedroom with a decent sized closet, even a space to practice your cello. You were so stunned at what you did to deserve this new room that you didn’t question how everything you own was already there.

Quickly, your eyes caught the sight of the luxurious cello next to your new bed. Gently you caressed it, looking over all of the fine details, it looked like a masterpiece that was specifically catered to you. The red rose next to the cello caught your eye next, along with the letter that had a skull stamp.

Carefully opening the letter you scanned the words, a mixture of your emotions sitting in your stomach as you read.

“My dear, I have heard you playing for a while now, and I must say the way you make the notes come to life is hauntingly stunning. You have caught my interest in the best way.

I know you haven’t seen me or heard me before, which is why I hope your new room and house warming gifts are a good first impression. If you wish, I can also arrange a seat for you in the opera’s orchestra so you don’t have to continue working in the messy arts department.

P.S. If it’s not to much to ask, I would like to hear back from you, so please consider us to be pen pals now. Also, if you ever need a quiet place to practice you can always come to my lair to whine down, maybe that way we can play music together.

~Yours devotedly O.G.”

A single thought ran through your mind as a mixture of unease and swooning butterflies ran through you…

What have you gotten yourself into?

#erik destler #erik poto #phantom of the opera #erik destler x reader #erik x reader #phantom x reader #phantom Drabble #phantom of the opera x reader

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when teacher finds out about the date and sulks a little while babysitting annie..... and annie points it out..... and annie tells matty about the slight change in mood....... and mattys heart skips a bit...........

- 🐈 (is this emoji taken 😅)

not taken yet!! 🐈 is all yours my love <333

but this... is so so good. Annie truly is the mastermind behind your relationship with matty, so this just works so perfectly.

so matty has just left, the door clicked shut and you're still standing in the hallway motionless. Annie has run off to her room to grab a toy to show you and mayhem is lying at your feet, looking up at you with sad eyes.

"Don't you start, mayhem. I'm totally fine with this. so he's going on a date? pffft, who cares!? he deserves to find love. we couldn't ever date anyway, so it's fine... I'm fine." and somehow mayhem manages to give you an unconvinced look, and potters off to the front room.

Annie comes back, and the night begins, and of course, it's fun. spending any time with Annie is fun, but she can tell you're feeling off.

you get lost in your thoughts more than usual, she has to say your name a few times to get your attention. she notices you looking at the photos on the wall with a strange look on your face, sad but not in the way she's used to. a sad yearning almost, but Annie doesn't know what that look is.

you try and be present and chat with annie, keep her happy. but it only works for so long before you start obsessing over this date.

he's been gone 30 mins, and you can't help but wonder what they're doing right now.

is he holding her hand over the table? is he rubbing his thumb gently over her hand as she speaks, nodding and listening intently to her? or maybe they're on the same side of the table. Maybe he's leaned in close with his arm around her shoulder.

or... oh god, what if they didn't even make it to the date? what if matty got to her house, saw how beautiful she was, and just ditched dinner altogether? was he kissing her right now? fucking her?

you were blankly staring in the corner as your mind swirled, and annie knew something was wrong, but she also knew not to ask what.

you manage to salvage the night, and annie honestly has fun. you watch her favourite movie and braid her hair, she shows you all her teddies and you have a tea party.

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it's the next day when annie sees matty again, already in bed when he gets home from the date. she's colouring on the floor in his office as matty types away, answering emails and messaging Jamie.

matty sighs heavily and leans back in his chair, stretching his arms and groaning at the feeling of his bones clicking into place. he looks down at his daughter and can't help the smile on his face. Seeing her just sitting with him colouring makes him giddy. he loves this simple domestic time more than anything. Knowing his daughter wants to spend time with him makes his heart swell.

he decides its time for a break and sits on the floor next to annie, she immediately squeals from joy and plops herself in his lap, hands full of drawings to show him.

After a long tour of each peice (a beach scene, a doodle of matty on stage, Ross with a giraffe, Adam with a lion, and finally George talking to the sun), matty asks how her night with you was.

"so how was your night last night peanut? have fun with y/n?" he fiddles with her curls as he talks, twisting her ringlets of hair around his pointer finger.

annie hums thoughtfully before saying, "it was fun. miss y/n seemed a bit sad though" Annie nods as she speaks but doesn't look at her dad, instead focusing on colouring the horse she had just drawn.

fuck. you were sad once he left?? did matty make you sad?? his brain runs through what he said, and he can't think of anything offensive or rude.

"oh. Well that's a shame sweetheart. did she say anything about why?" matty is desperate to find out if this was his fault, and if so- what the fuck did he do this time?

"No, but I didn't ask her why she was sad. but she was looking at photos of us and acting funny"

wait. this wasn't because he went on a date... was it?

because if it was, that would mean there was actually something between you, matty hadn't just been imagining a connection for the last however many months.

even the thought of you feeling weird about him dating made his heart skip a beat. Maybe this could actually happen. maybe he could love you the way he so desperately wants to.

"I can ask her at school tomorrow if you want, Daddy?" Annie sweetly asks, looking up at her dad with questioning eyes.

it's then the world matty had created in his head came crashing down.

ah yes, school.

the same school where you teach his daughter. meaning you could never have a relationship, even if you were in love.

but you're not in love, so does it matter?

well... matty is, but he's pretty sure you couldn't care less about him or his dating life.

"No, no. It's okay, pumpkin. just make sure she's happier on Monday for me, yeah?" Even if matty wasn't the cause for you not acting like yourself, he wanted to fix it.

anything to make you happy, even if it killed him inside.

#hehehe one more emoji anon added to the blog #i feel like im collecting pokemon... i love it #this will be a full blurb/fic at some point!!! i promise!!! #🐈 anon #anon! #teacher au!

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Mr.Loverman pt.II | Finn

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Reader: female | Finn x reader

Notes: I took way too long to write this damn, also anything Finn related it dedicated to the girly pop @barneydinostar you got me into Finn, its gotta be for you.

Warnings: Very, suggestive, nudity, but not written in full blown happens, I will link that in the masterlist when I finish writing it.

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Y/n opened up the work shop for the first time in a while that morning. Opening all the windows and leaving the back door open, she did a quick sweep before sharpening her tools and getting to work. She finished off the last details to the morning orders, earlier than expected, the goodnights rest giving her an unsual boost in energy.

"Kid?"

"Morin!" Y/n shouted to her boss, putting another toy on the shelf to dry.

"You're here early."

"Yeah." Y/n answered walking his way, "slept really good last night."

"Finally, get a new bed?"

"Oh. Uh... some new cusioning for now." Y/n smiled, wipping paint on her apron, "any how I completed the moring orders detailing and paint."

"You finished it?"

Y/n nodded, "all of it?"

"Yeah?" Y/n spoke with a chuckle, "Why so surpised?"

"And you closed the shop as asked."

Y/n nodded, "yeah,"

He hummed, "Work on the soldiers sword, I want you on that all day."

Y/n nodded, "Okay."

She was dismissed as she went over to the back table, unwrapping the fabric, sketching the hilt would be a good choice first to get a full idea with non-chipped parts, and once that was finsihed and hung she carefully lined the peices together.

She wondered if Finn was still asleep in her small little apartments.

Well, he wasn't asleep, but was in her home. Hiding in fact. He was in her study room, peeking out the crack in the door as Ronin was folding the blanket Y/n had tossed over him and was putting it back in its spot. Going out the door wasn't and option. Yet the window was.

He was careful to climb out the room and onto the branch, "Sargent Major?! Is that you!?"

He looked down the group from last night coming out of the tavern below. They had just finished breakfast.

"What are you doing up there!" One shouted.

"You idiot what man comes out a womans house barefoot for no other reason!"

"Oh..." Another started, "Oh! YOU AND Y/N SMASHED!? DUDE CONGRATS!"

Ronin was quick to look out the window and Finn was quick to jump to another branch to hide.

"Oh shit you smashed Ronin?....That's....just as cool too I guess..."

"I don't know. Feel like the commander would just be werid to smash -"

"Yeah he defenitly likes degrading-"

"Who was in here!" Ronin shouted at the soilders

"You idiots shut it!"

"Go! Go!"

They all rushed off in a hurry, Finn going off to the side to quickly make his way down and away from the tavern. Making his way to an all to familiar home.

He knocked on the door to where his sister opened it up: "Aye! Finn! Mama! Finn's here!" His sisters cheered hugging him happily.

There were three of them, well three here at least.

He smiled hugging them back the best he could with his things in his hands.

"Aye! What are you wearin?" Margo complained, she oldest of the younger girls here, she in the early stages of training to become a leafman.

"Come on! Come in! Mama's making breakfast!" Immie cheered, she the youngest, still in the younger years of grade school, she pulling her brother inside.

"Ah. I can't stay for long Immie." He spoke kissing her cheek, "Morin Margie."

She kissed the middle sister on the cheek, she doing the same to him, she would be finishing up her schooling within the year to follow Margo's steps.

They dragged him inside happily, letting the door close behind them without a care. They all bombarded him with what he had missed as they dragged him into the kitchen where his mom was cooking.

"Mama!"

She turned her head, "Aye! My baby boy!"

Finn smiled as she kissed his cheek, he smiling in response, and returning the greeting, "Hey Mom."

"Hey Mom? What are you? Not my baby anymore?" She teased.

"Mama." He strained she laughing before hugging him tightly, "what are you wearing-"

She was quick to step back, "no shoes? Finally you remember- where you in the dirt?"

"It's...a long story." Finn started.

"Go..fix yourself up, you know where your spares are, quickly, I want to hear all about this long story. Girls."

They looked towards their mother, "set the table for one more."

They were quick to do so, Finn's mother shooing him off to go get fixed up. He passed by a few rooms before going to the closet to grab his spare chlothes, he redressing in the bathroom, before putting his armor on, lacing up everything tight and secure. Before walking out to his mother and sisters.

"Ah, you always look so handsome with your leafman armor on." His mother told.

"Mama." He spoke.

"What? I'm not wrong." She told, "Now tell me why you came dressed here like you rolled out of bed."

Finn pulled out a seat for his mother to sit: she took the seat before sitting himself, and breakfast was passed around.

"I. Well. I did." Finn told.

"Forget to do laundry again?" Margo teased him.

"I wasn't at home." Finn corrected her.

"With Ronin again? You two were always inseperable." His mother spoke, "How's the sweet boy doing?"

"I'm not sure if we're even friends anymore." Finn answered softly rubbing the back of his neck.

The room fell silent.

"Oh..."

The bowl of plum duff was handed to Immie. She only looked at her brother, who knew what to do. He was helping her put a spoonful into her bowl.

"Dear. I." His mother started, "Sorry, I'm just..."

"Shocked." Margie answered, "What happened?"

"I." Finn started, "I don't even know."

"Finn." His mother spoke grabbing his hand: "What happened."

Finn looked at his mother and sighed, "Just...there's this lady- woman- she..."

"The Queen?!" His mother snapped, "Finn what the hell!"

"No! No!" Finn was quick to answer, "Not Tara....her name's Y/n."

His mother physically relaxed, and did the table, "She's his ex? He use to like her? To bad- he left on his way and so did she-"

"Y/n is Ronin's sister.- Twin sister," Finn was quick to add.

Immie reached for the tea pot, Finn quick to grab it and fill her cup.

"Thanks Finn." She spoke holding the cup with two hands, he putting the pot back down and ruffling her hair shortly.

"Then what is the problem?" His mother questioned.

"I stayed the night at her home yesterday,"

"She lives alone?" His mother inquired, to which Finn nodded, "Then what is the problem?"

"Mama it's his best friend's sister," Margo said.

"Well, one person is always gonna be another's best friend, someone is always going to be someone's sister." Their mother spoke, "Does she like you?"

"I. I don't know. I think. I hope," Finn answered; "or she likes the flirting..."

"No one likes the flirting for the hell of it," His mother said; "Gets strung along and messy, and no one ends up happy after it,"

Finn was quiet, "I've only spent a day with her- well-"

"Wait, you fell in love with a one-night stand?" Margo laughed.

"No! That's not what happened!" Finn argued.

"Sounds like she fucked her way into your heart-"

"Margo!" Her mother scolded, "filter."

Margo rolled her eyes, "Yes mother."

Immie was too engrossed in her Plum duff and porridge to listen to the conversation.

"Listen, Finn,"

Finn looked at his Mother, "You love this girl? For a while it seems, from afar?"

Finn didn't bother to answer, "It's nice to fall in love with a painting, but you don't know the artist" she spoke, holding his hand.

"I've had great talks with her already Mama,"

His mother smiled; "Good, have more, learn her well, and let her learn you well, you may just be her muse, and an artist can never run away from their muse, beware-"

"The double-edged sword,"

Y/n looked over at her boss; "What?"

"What you're doing, it's a single edge, flat diagonal top, not a double edge to a point."

"But-"

"Older design older sword style."

"Oh," Y/n responded, looking over the sketch, "Thanks."

Y/n erased the sword point replacing it with a diagonal cut and handing the sketch over to her boss; "Look good?"

He lifted up his glasses; looking over the work, "And you got the detail from mirroring?'

"Yep,"

"Hm...go with it." He told her, she nodded, getting the sketch back before sketching the missing detail in the wooden peices she had fixed together.

She continued to work, unbothered and focused. With moring orders done, most of it was people coming to pick things up. She went from sketching to loosely carving into the wood.

His hand held onto the carved doorway, Finn looked around for Ronin, maybe he could just avoid him for the moring?

"Finn!"

Fuck

Finn turned around, "Ronin-Good Moring!- And Queen Tara! Your highness!"

Finn was quick to bow, "Oh come on Finn. We've all been good friends since we were little now."

"Old habits die hard." Was Finn's response as Tara chuckle.

"Did Ms.Y/n get home alright?"

"Ms.Y/n?" Finn asked.

"The woman from yesterday." Ronin was quick to fill in.

"Oh! Yes, Yes! I took her to her night job as she asked of me. She works at Red's Tavern."

Tara smiled: "thank you."

Finn nodded: "and there were no problems?" Ronin pushed.

Finn shook his head: "No."

"At all? No comments,"

Finn shook his head no. Ronin relaxed a little on the inside, his sister had just been pulling his leg.

"I couldn't put my sister in better hands." Ronin spoke placing a hand on his friends shoulder.

"Oh- Uh! Sister?" Finn asked, "I didn't even realize the resemblance...heh...how- how come I've never met her before?"

"You know sisters." Ronin told another way of saying: 'It's a really strained relationship'

"Ah.. yeah I do. Have a few of them myself." Finn chuckled nervously, "Well, uh, I should go do- uh, something over there."

Finn was quick to walk away if his feet carried him any faster, he'd be in a full sprint. Ronin sighed.

"Something wrong?" Tara asked.

"Nothing," Ronin answered her, watching her start to walk off, she only gesturing for him to follow.

"Come on." Tara urged, Ronin following her words as they made their way down a hall, "Lets go talk."

Finn sighed as he made distance from Ronin, he looking back to see him walking away: and a group of soilders were quick to jump infront of him.

"Oh Sargent Major!" They sang, he stopping to look towards them, the group of soilders from the Tavern smiled at him sweetly, and he was quick to try and go the other way yet they caught up to him quick, "So sir whats the mission today?"

"Ah-"

"Instructions would be nice Sargent Major."

"Well we'll-"

"Do you even know what we're doing today?"

It was clear they were teasing him in all good fun, as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Well? Maybe we could ask Ms.Y/n."

"Hey-"

"Yeah! What do you say? She'd know."

It was clear as day that Finn was turning red: "Okay. I was with Y/n last night-"

There were loud whistles and cheers, "Well!? How'd it go?"

"Yeah! What happened!"

"They smashed you idiot duh-"

"We did not!" Finn argued, the group becoming quiet, waiting for the internary of Finn's night, "We just talked - aren't you her friends? Shouldn't you be asking her?"

"Y/n doesn't kiss and tell."

"I didn't kiss her." Finn told them.

"Come on, Sargent Major, nothin'g? After all that, looking at her. You look at her like we look at her pie."

"Nothing happened." Finn reassured them, "Now can I get to my office? Please?"

The group split, allowing Finn to walk through with ease they watching him walk off in a hurry.

"We're keeping Commander away from Him and Y/n aren't we?"

"Yep."

Y/n streched, she had been hunched over for a while now, rough details done on both sides, she heard her bones pop as she hummed in satisfaction.

"Go on lunch."

"Already lunchtime?" Y/n asked standing up.

"Take an early one. Go get somethin' to eat." He spoke, he sat over a table leg he was carving.

"Want anything?"

"No."

"I'll get you...mary's bread and honeybutter?" Y/n asked.

He only hummed as Y/n smiled.

"I'll be back." Y/n told him, hanging up the apron and grabbing her bag before leaving out the back door. It was a quick trip over to the bakers, Mary was an old woman who lived with her wife and two cats, a family owed bakery known for their honeybutter and dark oak choco truffles.

There was a small line inside the small bussniess, everyone happy with smiles as they mingled amongst one another. She waited patiently, looking out the window at the people. Some shopping for the week, others heading to work. Leafmen patrolled casually. They're there for any added support, any civil dispute that too frisky.

"Ah Ms.Y/n! How are ya doin this morin?" Mary asked.

"Very good thank you." Y/n smiled, "Yourself?"

"Ah happy as always deary." Mary answered, "Now what could I get you?"

"Bread and honeybutter for the old man. A bag of dark oak choco truffles for me."

"Ah I'm all out of those truffles deary. Anythin else?" She asked grtting out the fresh bread.

"Recommendations?"

"Slice of Berry Creampie," she recommended pointing out the last slice of pie: it a fairly light purple pratically white, though if Y/n didn't know any better she'd say it was the light that gave it that color.

"Sure sounds good."

Finn had never been more glad he was asked to go out on civilian patrol, away from Ronin.

He was walking with another soilder, younger and inexperienced, when he saw her.

There, she was coming out of Mary's bakery with a small box, a smile on her face. Everything that happened last night came back, and it came back quick. The touches, how her fingers ran along his shoulders, how she held his hand. The kisses, he swears his cheek still burns where Y/n placed a kiss.

How they slept in the same bed.

He wonders how he didn't almost take things further; even by just kissing his lips. Would Y/n have even accepted such a gesture? Maybe it would have been blown off more as a one night stand than anything else.

"Hey! Finn!" Y/n called, she walking towards his frozen spot, his partner not realizing and walking off.

Shit.

"M. Ms. Y/N! Good. Uh.Morin'' Finn told her.

Y/n smiled, "Im sure its afternoon by now."

"Ah. Maybe." He spoke in return.

Oh to see such a smile under me. Finn could feel his ears getting red. Not the time

"You're on lunch too?" Y/n asked happily.

"No! No!" Finn started, "Civillian Patrol...you?"

Y/n nodded, "early lunch."

"That's always nice." He spoke.

"Mhm." Y/n agreed.

Fuck she's just so pretty. Finn gulped, and his face grew red to match his ears.

"You're lookin a little red there, you okay?'y/n asked.

"Just warm is all." He admitted.

"Don't tell me staying at my house got you sick?" Y/n questioned.

"No! No not at all, I...had a good time last night." Finn told her.

"Im glad." Y/n smiled, "Wanna do it again?"

"A.again?" Finn asked.

"Yeah sleep over? Talk. I had fun." Y/n told, "You're good to talk to."

"I..." Finn tried to answer.

Say yes, you fool!

"I. Ms. Y/n. I..." Finn tried to answer, "I..um..."

I could just be honest. Honesty is key.

"I would like to do it again..."

"That's good to hear. I almost thought I might have scared you off." Y/n chuckled in relief.

"No, you couldn't even if you tried." Finn told her.

A pause.

"O.oh..." Y/n answered, she shifted in her spot, her box coming in towards her: he was making her flustered.

"I. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable-"

"No, no that's..not what you did."

Oh. Oh

"Maybe... since I dont work tonight at the Tavern...we could-have dinner? At my place?"

Finn's mouth ran dry causing him to only nod aggressively.

"I'll see you at mine after you're shift then?"

"Y..yeah..."

Y/n smiled and started to walk off; she backtracking to kiss his cheek and then left casually. He turned around to watch her walk off and turn the street corner.

"Sargent Major Finn!" The young soilder called, running back over, "Sorry, I didn't mean to leave a partner behind, a leafman-"

The young soilder paused: Finn too busy looking where Y/n had vanished from sight.

"Sir?"

"Hm?" Finn questioned: still never tearing his eyes away from the area.

"Are you alright sir?"

Finn looked towards the soilder: the haze of adorment still in his face: "Yeah..."

"You sure?"

"Mhm."

Finn was like that the rest of the day. If someone wanted to go on break, they asked him: if they wanted lunch, they asked him. It was always a happily laid back "yeah mhmm.." As he went back to thinking about Y/n.

He wish he would of woken before her: to see her sprawled out hair, and peaceful expression, he remembered her hands being rough; most likely from the manual labor she had been doing all her life: from her time with a sword and bow to hammering out the metals and carving the hilts of swords...he wondered if all her skin was rough: her lips weren't rough; it was most likely just her hands. He wondered if she snored, that "cute" snore or that loud snore you hear from your father after dinner. Yet he hadn't been awakened like he use to when we was younger with his own fathers snoring.

Oddly enough, he took to doodling: nothing important really, just little spirals and stars, not bothering to lift the pen off the paper despite how dry it sounded after a while.

He hopped he could contuine with Y/n-friends would even suffice him enough if she had decided not to be a lover. He would rather have her in his life than not have her at all.

His pen ran dry: dryer than sand, and he finally dipped the pen back in ink letting his mind return to her.

But to have her....oh...

To have her hand and kiss her knuckles when she returned from work. To squeeze her sides coming up behind. To have her as his seemed like a dream far away. To kiss her and to whisper to her. To hold her when she's sad and to look up at her in awe when mad, moonstrucken by the idea of her standing in her ground. Nothing could defeat her: not by the skin of her nose or the glory of winning there owes she stood strong in her ways.

Perhaps a result of being alone?

Left in the home with no roof or no stove, she rised to the occasion without hesitation. To fight the god that is the parent and to fall as deep as you can get it. To loose yet to still go on takes some dedication.

"I knocked multiple times-"

"Huh!?"

Finn's head came out the clouds: "Ronin! I uh-" he was quick to stand up from his desk.

"Tea." He spoke setting the cup infront of his old friend.

"Ah...thanks." Finn thanked, looking down at the ember colored liquid and Ronin took a seat.

"We should go over some of the reports."

"Reports...uh..."

"Any daily reports?"

"Oh! Uh! No - no. Not today... most was...resolved through talking..." Finn answered, looking out the window the sun settting: "What time does Y/n stop working?"

"Y/n?"

Finn's head shot towards Ronin: "Why?" Ronin asked.

"Oh..uh- my...uh...Mother made her a tea blend! A thanks...shs's repairing the family sword, you know she's always been a gifter..." Finn tried to cover up, "I was hoping to give it to her...after her shift..."

"She should be home by now." Ronin informed." Should that is,"

"Extra hours?" Finn questioned with a smile: by the time he'd be out of this, he'd be a rather good liar, not a good thing.

"Long Story." Ronin answered.

"I know a few of those myself." Finn sympathized, he sitting himself down finally, "You...wanna talk about it?"

Ronin only gave him a "Really?" Look as Finn chuckled.

"I never met her before the other day." Finn informed: "How come you've never introduced us?"

"We...never sat right with each other." Ronin told him.

"Older sister?" Finn questioned: "I know the feeling"

"Twined." Ronin spoke, "Moring and Night."

"She's Moring I presume?" Finn asked, but he only got the shake of the head, Ronin? The Sunshine twin? Yeah right, "You're the moring twin?"

"Don't believe in ever superstition you believe." Ronin chuckled sipping his tea.

Finn was quiet: he knew from here they had been twined, they had a bad relationship Ronin seemed desperate to fix.

"So. Why not...talk it out?" Finn tried to recommend.

"We don't, talk."

Finn was silent for a moment, "You do that alot you know,"

"Do what?"

"Live in what you can't control while trying to control it." Finn commented.

"What's that suppose to mean?" Ronin asked, though it felt like a demand, a snap of the attuide.

"Well- I- From how my sisters-"

"She's not your sister."

It fell quiet and the air thick: "I. I shouldn't have spoken on the matter I'm sorry." Finn was quick to apologize.

Ronin was silent: he didn't mean to be a dick, yet he was.

"I'll find her eventually," Finn told him, "thanks."

"I didn't-"

"No, it's fine- I'm defensive of my sisters too," Finn cut Ronin off, standing up: "I should just go check on the new recruits see how they settled in,"

"Finn,"

"Thank you for the tea Ronin."

Finn was quick to leave; if he was honest; he wanted to defend Y/n. Then again, he knew Ronin, and emotions were never his biggest strong suit, especially talking about them.

Y/n got home with fresh groceries later than she had wanted and was quick to start something for dinner. She still had to get in the shower and change.

So stew was the best option: throw everything in a pot and call it a day, just after she browned the meat....and seasoned the veggies...and quickly tossed the bread in a low fire baker to warm.

Damn making dinner was hard.

Quickly browning the meat, she was quick to brown some of the vegetables as well, throwing seasoning in as well. Tossing everything into a pot, she was quick to put it over the fire and close the lid: she going to take a shower as quick as she could. There weren't many clothes she had to pick from; so, she went with her most unused top; a cream shirt with quarter sleeves, with her lesser used trousers; they black; yet not to dark.

Checking on the stew quickly, she turned her attention to sweeping in the other room to pass the time.

Yet something smelled burnt, and soon she could taste it. Running into the kitchen smoke came from the brick oven: her bread that was ment to be getting warm.

"Shit!" She cursed, reaching inside she burnt hands and tossed it into the sinks basin, tossing whatever water she had near by on it.

She coughed, trying to wave the smoke away, and was quick to open her windows and curtains to air out her home.

"Ms.y/n!"

She looked out the window, some usuals at the Tavern calling up to her seeing her stick her head out the window.

"Oh!" She waved, "Hello!"

"Are you alright up there?!"

"Just fine! Thank you!"

Y/n went back to her sink; looking down at the bread, "another for the farmers bin."

Y/n was quick to pick up the bread and toss it in with her other food scraps, no bread with stew sounded bare; maybe red would let her steal enough for her dinner date. Looking at the pot once more she figured she could run and grab bread from downstairs if she was quick.

She rushed out her door and down the steps.

"Oi! you're off today-"

"Can I take some bread?"

Red raised a brow, "You have that pretty solider boy coming over, red head."

"Yeah." y/n answered.

The kitchen went quiet; as the girls looked at each other.

"He breaks you; I break him." Red warned.

"I'm sure I'd break him first," Y/n told.

"Or the bed, Ah! Oh, Solider Boy!" A woman teased; she peeling the skin off of veggies.

Other girls laughed as Y/n rolled her eyes.

"Ah~! Daddy! Solider boy please fuck me harder!"

"Haha!" Y/n laughed sarcastically.

"Oh! Wait I got one! Solider boy! Fuck! You're gonna break the chair! Solider Boy please!"

The room filled with laughter, until Red snapped at them; they growing quiet.

"Take yesterday's left-over loaves they're going to go bad anyway," Red told her, Y/n nodding, as someone from kitchen staff tossed her two loaves, she catching them luckily.

"Thanks Boss!"

"Go, go!" Red waved her off, as Y/n rushed to run up the steps.

"AH! Ronin! Please daddy!" One of the girls teased.

"You idiot that's her brother!"

"What? She gets to fuck his second in command I get the brother!"

"If you could even approach him!" Y/n shouted back; "Maybe brush your teeth first!"

"Ah! You slug sucker!" She shouted back.

"Hornet Fucker!"

There were laughs below as Y/n closed her door, "She got you good with that one Marz!" she could faintly hear below her.

Y/n could only chuckle as she went to re-toast her bread; making sure she kept an eye on it this time.

"-And so, I told him-"

How long was this going to go on for? Finn nodded as if he was listening; yet with the sun going down in barely five mintues he was in well, a rush.

"Sargent Major!"

"Right- sorry-repeat what you were saying!"

"There trying to take down my fruit stand! I've been there for years!" An old farmer complained.

"His family doesn't have the proper paperwork-"

"Paperwork!? What about doing your job!"

"I am doing my job!-"

"Okay! Okay!" Finn stopped the two; "Look Mr. Pines, I know where your fruit stand is, and it can stay there-"

"But sir-"

"Thank you-"

"But we will work on getting you proper paperwork- we work with the people not against them, new recruits are often still strung hard from there training." Finn told the man, "We'll have everything filled out on our end, and call you in within a few moons, for now, you can sell from your stand."

"Thank you, someone has common sense around here!'

With that Mr. Pines stormed off, Finn rubbing over his eyes; "I apologize Sargent Major-"

"You didn't do anything wrong; you may go, fill out the paperwork for Mr. Pines please, and return it to my desk as soon as you can?"

"Yes, sir,"

Finn sighed leaning back in his chair; the solider still there; "You may leave,"

With the bow of a head the solider left, why did the simplest things get out of hand sometimes? Especially at the last minute? Looking up at the sky; he could make it to Y/n's house, he just...had to run a little. Or to not look rushed he could use his bird.

The longer he thought about it the smarter it sounded; he could pick her up something on the way as well.

He was quick to run to the stables; avoiding any signs of Ronin or the group of soldiers who had teased him about his little "fling" with Y/n. Taking his hummingbird out he saddled her up, she shaking her wings causing the saddles metal to cling.

"Shh, shh, I know it's late girl," Finn spoke, rubbing her head, before looping the belts through the loops and tightening them to perfection.

He was quick to lead the bird out of the stables before hopping on and taking flight. It wasn't far by flight to Y/n's house, yet a quick stop to the farmer was ideal; she suggesting some marigolds, or even some honey. Yet a poncho in the back caught his eye, it dark green with light green leaf embroidery, and best part of it all; it had a hood.

"That? for a date gift?"

Finn nodded; it was an odd ball thing to get someone; perfect for an odd girl; well, odd in a good way.

"Please ma'am."

"Well alright; I'll wrap it in a bow for you then." She told.

And just like that, Finn paid and was off to Y/n's house, truth be told he hopped off his steed before even fully landed, excited to see her again. He hoped she liked the gift.

The tavern was busy; it always was and he weaved through customers and workers to the back, almost running into a man with a fully tray.

"Sorry! Sorry..."

"You're good...can I help you with something sir? Customers aren't allowed back here-"

"Oh, uh, I'm here for Y/n- Ms.Y/n."

The man raised a brow, "Ayo Red! Solider boy's here! He allowed up to Y/n's place?"

"Red hair!?" Red called back.

"Yeah!"

"Send him back! Ruf!"

Finn was let in, he more aware of everyone else now that he was in a full place. If his memory had him correct; the stairs to Y/n's place was in the back and up the steps.

Yet he was stopped by twins, two women who worked there with freshly sharpen knives in hand.

"Where you think you're goin?"

"I was allowed-"

"Rhetorical question."

The women of the kitchen huddled around him; "I- am I misisng something sorry Ladies-"

A woman snorted; "Ladies? Please, that title comes after killer-"

"alright tone it down." Red ordered, "you,"

She pointed at Finn; "me?" He asked confused.

"You fuck with Y/n, you won't be making kids in the future you understand?" She asked.

"I wouldn't hurt her ma'am."

"Please, it's what the last one said-"

"I'm not the last one." Finn spoke up in his defense, low "oohs" went around, standing up the Red was dangerous.

"Let's hope not- digging a grave is so tiring. Even with full kitchen staff."

"I might as well as help dig then, my grave," Finn spoke; "only a fool would drop a woman like her,"

Red's threat became a light chuckle of respect; "Part ways ladies, Y/ns got a fly to catch,"

They parted ways, allowing Finn to pass; and go up the steps. As he walked up the steps his confidence went to nerves.

It was true; Only a fool would drop such a gem. He cleared his throat before knocking on her door.

The door was opened fairly quickly, and she stood there smiling; "hey, Finn!"

She smiled brightly at him; "Hope I'm not late,"

"Just on time," Y/n spoke, "Just finished the stew, tables set with dinner and everything."

"Next time I'll have to cook for you, you've done a lot already."

"Eh," Y/n shrugged walking off as Finn followed her, closing the door behind him, "Come on! before it gets cold!"

He followed her into the kitchen, the small table set accordingly, and stew bowled and still steaming.

"Smells amazing," Finn complimented, Y/n chuckling.

"hope it holds up in taste." She spoke, Finn smiling as she put a pitcher of freshly chilled tea on the table.

"Come on sit now," Y/n told him, going to sit herself down.

"Please let me," he spoke quick to walk over and pull her chair out.

"Thank you," She smiled, taking a seat as he pushed her in.

"Before, we uh, eat." Finn spoke, sitting himself on one knee, throwing Y/n off.

"Finn-"

"I got you a gift," He spoke setting the bow wrapped gift in her lap.

"Oh." Y/n spoke; "thank you- I, you don't have to on a knee of it though-"

"I- Sorry!"

Y/n chuckled as he was quick to rise to his feet, she quick to grab his wrist before he stepped back, and look from the gift back up at him; "May I open it after dinner? I'd hate to ruin it,"

Finn gulped, "Whenever you wish."

Y/n's hand went from his wrist to his hand, giving it a tight squeeze; "Thank you, I mean it, I appreciate it,"

She liked when he kissed her knuckles last time.

It was his immediate decision to raise her hand and kiss her knuckles as he did before. She smiling as his lips lingered a bit longer before he pulled away.

"Please," She started softly; "sit and eat, I'd hate for it to get cold,"

Unhappy to let her hand go; he followed as asked. sitting himself across from her at the small table, it had been a long time since she cooked; sure she baked before; pie after pie, but cooking wasn't she did often; not even for herself.

To seem less suspect, she act like she had started to eat; more worried about his reaction.

"Do you like it?" y/n asked.

"it's good," He smiled.

Y/n sighed in relief before lifting up her own spoon to taste.

Finn was a liar.

How could soemthing be so over seasoned and underseasoned at the same time? Unsalted but salted worse than sweat? She almost gaged at her own creation, but forced herself to swallow.

"Finn," She started, her mouth dehydrated from one taste of the stew.

"Yes?" He asked.

"You know...if you don't like it, you can just say so, I rather you be honest than try and not hurt my feelings," Y/n told him.

"Honest?'

Y/n nodded.

"it's horrendous,"

yeah...there it was.

"I'm a baker, rather than a cook," Y/n chuckled, Finn smiling at her, "To be honest, I think I ruined my own appetite,"

"...I think you ruined mine too," Finn told her, "sorry..."

"You mind having pie for dinner?"

Finn watched her get up and pull a covered pie from the cupboard, "It's a day old, still good,"

Finn nodded as Y/n smiled, grabbing two forks and moving her chair besides Finns, she taking the sad bowls of stew and setting them on the counter.

"Dessert's always better than real dinner anyways,"

Y/n took a seat, handing Finn a fork.

"So how was your day? Tell me all about it,"

What seemingly was meant to be a nice dinner, sophisticated just the slightest, turned goofy; if people had seen them; they would of thought they were teens instead of full-grown adults.

Elderberry pie was for dinner, they fork fighting for middle and crust pieces, laughing at one another and playfully booing as the other one.

"Oh, come on! You had the last middle piece!" Y/n teased playfully.

"Gotta fight harder," Finn laughed; a hand over his mouth while he ate and talked.

"Oh? Is that so?" Y/n laughed, "Alright, Sargent Major,"

He watched her stand up; seemingly mad in a flash, and he looked at her worriedly, as she walked behind him, "Keep your head forward,"

He was quick to do as told, feeling her come into contact with the back of his head he could feel his ears becoming warm.

"Yoink!"

And just like that the pie was gone from in front of him, he quick to get up; that pie was worth fighting for.

"Y/n- Come on!"

"Aw! I'm sorry did you want another center piece?" Y/n teased, her fork diving into the center to take a chunk and eat it, "Mhm! So good!"

Part of the fruit puree was smeared across her lip and cheek as she wiped her mouth with the back of her sleeve.

"Want some Sargent Major?" Y/n continued to tease, he taking a step forward as she stepped back.

"Y/n be fair about this," Finn tried to reason, "I'm still hungry?"

Finns plead received an eye roll, "Oh? There's a bakery down the street."

There's a bakery right in front of me, was Finns only thought. His eyes watched her hips; if they turned, she'd sprint.

"You're a big boy, Sargent Major, I'm sure you could make the trip to eat someone else's -"

"I don't want to eat someone else's pie-"

"Oh yeah? And why's that?-"

"Because I won't be with you."

Y/n paused, her teasing dug herself in a hole. If she hadn't been with him the whole night she'd of thought he was drunk by how red his cheeks and ears had gotten.

Y/n set the pie down on the counter, "I didn't mean for it to come out like that," Finn told her.

"No. I. I. Thats on me." Y/n answered,

"I'll go." Finn told her standing up.

"No wait! You don't have to leave!" Y/n was quick to stop him.

She grabbed onto him, "Really. You don't,"

"The last thing I wanna do is make you uncomfortable -"

"No! No. You didn't really!" Y/n told him, "I'm sorry,"

"Don't apologize-" Finn spoke.

"No. I teased to far. Please. Let me apologize." Y/n pleaded, grabbing his hand, "Im sorry."

"It's okay."

"Finn-"

"You apologized, right?" He spoke softly, his hand coming up to cup her cheek, his thumb rubbing over her cheek to wipe away the pie filling, "It's okay. Really."

From her cheek, to her lips, his thumb rubbed away pie filling, Y/n couldn't help but stay suck, after all her years; no one had rubbed over her lip as he had; no one touched her so simply yet filled with infatuation.

She watched him look at his hand: most likely trying to avoid her gaze: and seeing pie filling on his thumb, his reaction was to clean his thumb with the help of his mouth.

"You do know how to bake." He complimented.

Y/n's gaze was intense, Finn feeling it and looking her way, realizing what he had done out of a childish instinct.

"Sorry!-" He pulled his hand away from his mouth, "bad habit-"

Finn went silent as Y/n grabbed his face firmly, his hands coming up to catch her elbows as he was pulled in.

Yet his grip on her elbows tightened, and Y/n paused.

"I..." Finn started softly, "I can't..."

What? He could feel Y/n's hands become clammy, nervous she had overstepped.

"I can't kiss you," Finn told her, "If I do- I...If I do..."

"You don't have to explain yourself, if you say no Finn,"

"That's not it, if I kiss you now, I won't be able to stop." Finn admitted, "And I'll want it all, to kiss all of you,"

"Kind of selfish don't you think? -" Y/n teased playing off her twist gut of nerves.

"Then I'm selfish," Finn answered her firmly, from the bottom of his eye he watched her teeth catch on her lips.

"And...if I would like to be selfish with you?" Y/n questioned.

"You can't." Finn told; "Whatever you tell me, I'll do, I'm yours."

With his answer; Y/n pulled him in for a kiss, and his hands slipped from her elbows to her sides and quickly wrapped around her torso. Her arms hooked around Finn's neck, a unbusy hand running into his hair as they kissed.

It was quick after the first few kisses that Finn took charge. He leaning her back: the slightest arch to back, which he followed with a hand. She tasted like elderberry pie, and she smelt faintly like iron and wood. He wondered if all of her tasted this good.

He pulled away from her lips: her hot breathe coming into contact with his lips.

"Stay the night," Y/n told him, her grip on the back of his neck firm with her thumb rubbing up and down the skin softly.

"Y/n...I..." Finn started, this was completely different: last time she had it so sweetly: now? Now she was firm with her words, her words sounded more like a demanded request, and he'd gladly fulfill them if he was right about the situation at hand.

Finn's hand slipped down her back, and to the hem of her shirt and slowly did he lift the side of her shirt as his hand creeped up to her skin. She was quick to grab his wrist when his skin met hers.

"Sorry-" Finn was quick to move his hand, yet she only let it pull off her skin.

"Your hands are cold," Y/n told him, letting go of his wrist, "reflex..."

"Still I should have asked-" Finn spoke.

"It's okay, I liked you touching me." Y/n admitted, leaning back into his hand, her hands coming to rub up and down his armored chest, "stay the night, I'm sure I'll figure out some way to get those hands warm,"

Finn was quick to nod, "So. Top or bottom?" She questioned with a smile.

"I..uh...both?"

Finn fell back in Y/n's messy bed, naked and full of sweat, panting heavy and hard, Y/n laid next to him, his arm under her head as her heavy pants matched his, hair a mess and sweating just as bed as Finn.

He wrapped his arm around her neck, pulling her into to kiss the top of her head. Her head coming up to rest on his shoulder.

"Are your hands warm?" She asked teasingly.

"Are your insides warm?" He teased back as slapped his chest playfully.

He could only chuckle and leaned to take her lips in a kiss.

"Love you." He muttered against her lips.

"Love you too," she mummbled back, kissing him back, before hiking herself up on an elbow to look down at him.

A smile in return for a smile, as her fingers came to dance along his face, lovingly rubbing along his cheek and eyebrow bone, admiring his looks by touch.

"What?" He chuckled.

"Nothing..." Y/n smiled, her fingers running into his hair, "Wanna go again?"

"You can go again?" He asked, mostly shocked.

"I still have my stamina from being a leafman." Y/n teased, "don't tell me leafmen slack off now. That's quiet disappointing."

She laid herself flat on her back, as Finn followed her, he the one now hiked up on an elbow, looking down at her, she smiled at him.

"I can ensure you no leafman slacks off." Finn defended.

"That so?" Y/n asked.

"That a challenge?"

"Maybe it is-"

Finn was quick to steal her lips as she chuckled into the kiss. She sat up during the kiss, pushing him back onto the bed, breaking the kiss. She climbed over him, his hands coming to hold the dips in her hips, rubbing up and down them. She leaned down to kiss him, she enjoyed the scruff of his beard tickling her chin, it made her chuckle here and there.

Yet there was a knock on the door, and Y/n ignored it, she too busy on the track to getting laid again.

Yet they kept knocking, and it became hard to ignore.

"What!?" Y/n shouted towards the door, "Who is it?"

"The tooth fairy!"

Y/n groaned and got up, dressing in whatever she grabbed and making it to the door. She opened the door with anger.

"What!?" Y/n argued.

"Well good morin' to you commander," Buffo spoke.

Y/n glared at him, "You need somethin' Buffo?"

Leaning against the door frame she crossed her arm in an angered matter. Looking through the door, Finn was in clear sight.

"Hate to ruin the bunnies but I need to get paid, you're pops owed me a lot of money!" Buffo spoke, "or else,"

Y/n watched a bodyguard stepped up, a second one besides them; "Not froggy enough to come by yourself buffo? Had to bring the hoes?"

Buffo snarled; "You should be glad I like you commander."

Y/n rolled her eyes, "You owe me my money,"

"I have your payment- not due by tomorrow."

"Well Christmas came early this year,"

Y/n slammed the door in his face; "Y/n-"

"Just give me a minute,"

She was quick to dip into the kitchen, and walk back out with a pouch, walking back towards the door she swung it open before throwing it at him, it hits him in the face hard.

"Oh, did I mention it's in coin? Like usual." Y/n snarked, "Now don't you or your boyfriends ever show up to my house again, or I'll be eatin frog legs,"

"I'm a toad!" Buffo argued Y/n slamming the door.

"And I'm a burlesque dancer," Y/n rolled her eyes. before looking over at Finn.

He was at his side looking up at her, "sorry-"

"No...it's...fine." he told her, Y/n walking towards the bed as he reached out to grab her hand, "I've got a thing I suppose for powerful woman."

"Oh?" Y/n chuckled, climbing onto the bed, sitting on her knees besides him.

"Stamina has been restored." Finn told, tugging her closer as he rose to kiss her lips.

She kissed back, smiling into the kiss, he pulling her down onto the bed as she laughed, his hand running up the shirt she was wearing. Y/n pushed him back, rolling them the opposite way she laid above him.

Pulling away she smiled at him; "Goodnight," She told him.

"Goodnight?" He asked in a playful tone.

"Yep," Y/n chuckled rolling over, wiggling her way into the bed.

"Y/n,"

"Sleeping-"

"Y/n," he complained.

"Asleep."

His arms came to wrap around her torso and bring her into his chest, kissing her shoulder, "You know its a really bad look, me naked and you not."

"Want me to join you?"

"I wouldn't mind."

Y/n chuckled, sitting up, as Finn followed, he watching her hike her shirt up and pull over her head.

"I love your back," Finn spoke.

Y/n chuckled, "My back?"

"Yeah,"

"And what's so great about it?" Y/n questioned.

"Curve? Strength?" Finn questioned.

Truth be told, he didn't know exactly what he liked so much about her back, she had freckles, really light ones, a scar here and there from her time as a leafman, lightened up over time of course.

"So pretty..." he spoke, kissing her bare shoulder, she shifted and he whined slightly, pulling his view away.

And off came her pants, leaving her bare allowing him to enjoy the view once again.

"Okay happy?"

"Very much so."

Y/n chuckled, and with a teasing tone, she spoke, "All right then, goodnight!"

Back in the covers, he followed her as she yelped in laughter. He grabbing and bringing her close and attacking her with kisses along her face.

They fell asleep unexpectedably, her head resting on his chest and his arm around her.

Her sleep shifting woke him, he groaning as she rolled the opposite way.

"Mhm...Morin..." Finn greeted, but got no response, turning to face her back he wrapped an arm around her torso, tugging her closer.

Y/n let out a low hum, she waking up, "Morin..." she spoke with a yawn.

"Did I wake you?"

Y/n shook her head no softly, "old habits die hard. Use to wakin up early..."

She turned towards him: smiling tiredly at him: "I had a lot of fun last night."

Finn smiled back: "Me too," his hand came up to move back her hair out her face.

"You hungry?" Y/n asked.

"Yeah,' he answered, "But you are not cooking again,"

"Oh whatever," She rolled her eyes.

"You did ask for my honesty, last night," Finn teased.

"I also asked for your-" Y/n started but Finn tossed a pillow at her in a teasing matter, he sat up in the bed.

"You didn't have to ask for that," Finn told her as she pulled down the pillow, he pecking her lips before climbing out of bed.

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[kyeomyun]

As It Was

pairings: ex!hongjoong x gn!reader

genre: lovers to exes, angst, bittersweet love story, i guess you can say fluff as well

warnings: cursing... that's about it. you might cry so... prepare :))

word count: 1.5k

synopsis: it was over. everything was, but hongjoong wanted to relive just one more day; the day where this all began.

::note: i posted this before i transitioned to "kyeomyun" from "hobigang" so this is kinda just a repost :)) (also i lied, this is by far my favorite peice)

Hongjoong knuckles gently pounded at your front door. The knocks loud and disappearing into the deep night.

His hand returned back at its original position. Which was on the very familiar banquet of flowers he has obtained on his stroll here. The flowers were wrapped prettily in ribbon to keep them from scattering on the ground.

They were placed close to his racing heart. His heart recklessly knocking on his chest. Adrenaline rushing throughout his entire body.

Hongjoong was dressed in a black tux, a deep red tie and pointed shoes. The same outfit he wore years ago.. the same outfit he wore when his lips, for the first time, captured yours.

Waiting patiently as his thoughts continue to run wild, the door swung open and he swore he immediately almost broke down upon seeing you in that dress. That damn dress...

Your dress was also a deep red. The skirt was puffed and beautifully swirling now since the breeze. Your shiny yet valuable jewelry you wore around your neck, your ears, your wrist. The boy just continued to drink your presence in.. since this is the last time he will ever see you.

"You look stunning.." A voice was finally able to come out of him when he stared up at your face. That face he used to plant sneaky, yet lingering, kisses on. Those lips he would crave to peak after his draining work days.

A small smile managed to stretch onto your face. "Thank you, joong. You don't look too bad yourself." Your compliment so to made the male before you break into a cheeky smile.

Hongjoong extended his arms which clutched the white roses and you accepted them. You admired them and you adored him. He is the same guy that would buy a gift and leave a deep and beautiful note.

"Shall we?" Hongjoong arm reached out for you and you wrapped your own around his own. It was before you knew it, you were walking your way into the past.

You thought long and hard about this decision you were about to make. To be out and about with Hongjoong. Yet alone, go back to the school where memories mingled. But you missed him. You missed this. But even though you missed all of him doesn't mean you missed what you both once had.

The breakup was not heart-breaking. The road you both were just carelessly driving towards was. The road full of way too many bumps.

It was almost overwhelming.

Time past and you both admitted that the feelings that once existed were becoming a thin strand that you both just wanted to hold onto. Not out of love. But out of fear to cause pain to one another.

So you both left the 5 years behind to begin another chapter of years to come.

But you both wanted to do one more thing before you completely part ways. To go back where this all started. Which was your school.

To remake a picture Hongjoong took on that very day but to also just.. to be a kid again.

"Y/n?" Snapping out of yourself, you realized you were now at the back of the school. The window was already ready for entrance. "I'll help you up." Hongjoong requested before his hand gripped securely at your waist before lifting you up.

You climbed in and your heels clicked at the ground after a safe landing. Instantly deja vu struck you as the large gym was in your sight. You felt so small in it, the moonlight creeping in the huge windows which was on a higher level of the building. It was close to pitch dark but light enough to move yourself around.

"Well.." The familiar voice echoed in the giant gym before a loud thud sounded signaling Hongjoong made his way through the window. "Its been years." He added on making his way towards you.

"It really has." 5 years.. such a huge gap. Tears brimmed in your eyes while you made your way towards the center of this gigantic space.

The silence was overtaken the atmosphere until a soft, melodic sound was heard. Twisting your head in the direction of it, Hongjoong held his phone and put it in the pocket of his black dress pants.

He held out his hand, staring deep into those eyes he will forever adore. "May I have this dance?"

You giggled before Nodding, grabbing ahold of his surprisingly bigger hand. His hand brought your own behind his neck and your other followed. It was not long before his arms were now on your waist, swaying along with soft sounds that came from his phone.

"The same song, eh?" Hongjoong chuckled at your observation. "Of course. Have to add to the atmosphere." It was your turn to chuckle, hiding your face in his neck.

As It Was by Harry Styles, the song that held your future right in the lyrics. A future your high school selfs would not even imagine to come between you two and largen the gap between until it was impossible to run back to close it.

"I still remember this day. We were the only ones here.. no speaker. No other people. Just us." He reminisced about the day, "prom day" to be exact. Where your parents didn't allow you to go and Hongjoong had a sudden late call in for work. But you both did manage to make your way to the school. Prom was over but it was not for you both.

Even though the school was cleared out, that did not stop you guys from sneaking in and making your own fun. All it took was some light music and the bright moonlight the shined oh so brightly.

"How.. have you been?" You were silent. So Hongjoong wanted to spark at least some kind of conversation. It's been months since you both separated but a small talk wouldn't hurt.

"I started pursuing my dream writing. Someone actually called me for a job interview a few days ago after reading through my peices." Your voice was always so angelic. Something about it always just brought some kind of secureness, safety, understanding. It was just always so good to hear it. "How about you?" You bounced the topic at hand back at the newly-dyed hair color man.

"We had a comeback. Met some fans and just.. working hard. My thighs are honestly aching right now but I have to work them out again tomorrow for the next comeback show."

Mature. It was what both of you were now. You both were no longer the same, young and immature, kids you were before. No longer talking about what you would do on the weekend, drama that happened online because of some girl that spreaded a rumor, none of that.

You both were now talking about the interests that began to pull the thick thread of devotion you had towards one another into thin strands without one either being dismissed by their phone or feeling as if you were not heard.

A flash was heard. You glanced up and saw Hongjoong stilling a camera in the air. Then another flash.

---------♡---------

Seconds turned into minutes and minutes turned into almost 2 hours. You both stopped the slow dancing and just started to lose yourself in the moment. Hongjoong camera sure to be filled with pictures now.

But it did come the time where it was time to go. You were walking back to your humble above, you and Hongjoong arms bumping together to share some kind of warmth.

It was fun. To age back and experience what it was like to be a kid again. Especially with your first love. First love always did sound a bit cringey but not when you were young and wild. Immature. Still growing into the person you are today.

You both chatted, joked around a lot, talking about times where he would walk to your locker and that one time, "Remember your locker was filled to the brim with pepero?" He hid his face by just glancing down at the ground while you just continued to laugh your butt off.

All the laughing was settled down when you were not face to face with your front door.

"Welp, here we are." You clasped your hands together and glanced at the man before you.

"I had fun tonight." He admitted. So did you. What you had was fun. But fun moments only last momentarily.

You nodded, gripping your doorknob behind you. Your body turned into ice when he left a lingering kiss on your cheek. Usually, the kiss would leave you blushing just like that day...

"I hope you have a good life ahead of you. Thank you for tonight and the 5 years." Letting go of the grasp on your hand, he began to take slow steps back. That smile fading and so was he as he began his journey back to his home without you.

Tonight was the night that realization finally hit. That your feelings truly were gone. But you were happy you allowed yourself to go back to the past and to learn that the past is really just the past. Nothing will be the same in the future. Nothing would be as it was.

Past is the past and present is the present.

And present you knows...

...your love is not the same as it was.

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[renleonhart]

AC Men using peel off masks (while the ladies are watching and laughing at them.)

Altaïr: Pfft, he doesn't understand why the others are screaming and hollering while peeling this stuff off. It's like a walk in the park for him....that is until he realizes that some of the stuff got in his eyebrows and then he is just thinking "well, fuck."

Ezio: "GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF!" Poor man is in tears, because it's all in his beard and sticking to the strands of hair that fell loose from his ponytail. And it hurts. Claudia is trying to help him, but he keeps pulling away so it took Leonardo and Mario to pin him down while Claudia is ripping the mask off of him like a bandage. Meanwhile Leo is not helping by being all like "Now you know the real peice of beauty, huh?"

Edward: Kinda in the same boat as Ezio, except he is a little more tolerant to it. He legit says "ow" maybe once or twice because the mask stuff is also somehow in his beard and sideburns. But it wasn't that bad.

Haytham and Connor/Ratonhnhaké:ton : Kaniethtí:io overheard him say that there was no possible way that using a "simple" face mask cleanser was that painful, and that everyone is overreacting. So, she slapped a good amount on his face and told him "You're going to wish you never said that." Though she also did the same to Connor just to see who will last longer before the stinging of having their skin pulled by the mask becomes too much.

Haytham is making faces and funny sounds as he's trying to be gentle and removing the dry mask off, while Connor isn't even batting an eye (it also helps that he was smart and used a bandana to cover his hair before allowing his mom to put the stuff on his face.) Haytham finally conceded and allowed for Kaniethtí:io to finish off the rest while Connor was watching with an expression that was a mix between amusement and smugness.

(Might do a part 2 to this, to include the rest of the AC men once I try to think of more things to write.)

#assassin's creed #connor kenway #ratonhnhaké:ton #haytham kenway #altaïr ibn la'ahad #ezio auditore da firenze #edward kenway #ac leonardo #ac leonardo da vinci #kaniehtí:io #claudia auditore #ac modern au #assassin's creed modern au #ac headcanons

[thingsmysplattershotjrtoldme]

DRIZZLE SEASON 2023

I'm going to do a bit of analysis this time on things I found interesting!

First of all, we'll be getting an Anniversary Splatfest - Who would be the Best leader of Deep Cut? Shiver, Frye, or Big Man? (Team Frye rise up and get our girl her win!)

Then along with some badges and banners (as well as double chances of 10x battles), we'll be getting the Deep Cut Amiibos in November! Can't wait for my wallet to cry!

Last of the Twitter updates is that we're getting a Big Run literally the day the new season drops. No news on where or if there's a new King yet!

Now onto the trailer!

First off, more new music! From what we hear in the trailer I like it! Not nearly as much as Yoko and The Gold Bazookas, but it's definitely Splatoony!

Mixing up the order a bit, we have two NEW maps! Pretty sure everyone thought Crableg Capital was Saltspray on the first few seconds, but it appears to be a mid city construction site (perhaps it will come back completed in Splatoon 4 like Hammerhead?) And the other new map is Shipshape Cargo Co., which seems to be a cargo ship in the middle of the artic (how are these kids wearing tees and sandals here without freezing?) I'm no map expert, so I'll leave the good map/bad map debate to more experienced players, but I really like the look of these!

Next are the two new weapons - Dread Wringer and Heavy Edit Splatling! Dread Wringer seems to be a laundry or mop bucket with a wringer attachment that launches two shots per swing. And the Heavy Edit looks like it's a mix between a highlighter and a correction fluid bottle, but I could be mistaken. It seems to have nearly perfect accuracy.

The Gold Dynamo is finally here! And it got clowned on the entire trailer. So it's back but at what cost?

Next up is a cool new feature! The ability to adjust the position of your hat and the size of your shirt (possibly more?) This personally is my favorite feature shown so far, since I ADORE the fashion in this game (pwease give us more gear that just catalog based Nintendo I am BEGGING you)

Next up, Salmon Run! We get the returning stage Salmonid Smokeyard, which I have never played on, so hopefully it's not as horrible as Marooners! And new gloopsuits! With patterns! Fancy! And seeing as the last time we got new suits we got returning Splat 2 Salmon Run gear, that probably means we'll be getting more of those in the shop (I still have two peices I need to get 😭)

New Tableturf cards which reveals the new weapon kits we're getting - Bloblobber, Tristringer, Ballpoint, Brella, Gootuber, Sloshing Machine, Gold Dynamo and Octobrush(plus the two new weapons!) Also now have cards for the Salmon Kings in the illustrated style! I don't think any other salmon cards are illustrated except Lil' Buddy.

And lastly, new challenges! A previously leaked by Nintendo themselves mode with a modded Rainmaker that shoots 3 shots, a fast swimming mode and another special based one, this time with Inkjet!

Currently very excited for this season! Let me know what you all think!

#Splatoon 3 #Splatoon #Drizzle season #I'm trying to keep hype so please don't be too negative about it #Long post

[bylerspookie]

listen, I'm a gay Mike truther

but if they go the bi Mike route, I wouldn't mind at all, but if that's the case, I hope they play it out like this post:

actually, even the gay Mike route would be nice to unfold in this way- both of them feel guilty, they're in the same position, and then they finally communicate properly, and they're pleased to find out that they're not alone, and that maybe, if they don't feel anything for eachother, they're probably just not meant to be together

and maybe Eleven talks to him about Will and his painting, and there's a big realization moment for Mike, where he's like, "oh shit- I'm dumb" LMAOO

but that's one of my theories for the van scene

remember how oblivious he was?

and remember how Finn said that, "it would pay off" ?

well, the only way oblivious Mike would "pay off", now that I think of it, is if he wasn't actually oblivious and just too scared to come to terms with his feelings, or maybe his head was just running with thoughts about, "does this mean he likes me?" but he was just too scared to be wrong

but the thing is, Mike's character is literally set up as "totally oblivious" (according to Dustin) SINCE SEASON 1

so how would this pay off?

because as I said in this post:

Mike's expressions, movements, and even breathing are of someone who is understanding what Will is saying

how would a straight man, understand what a queer man is saying (but using the straight man's girlfriend as a cover) lmfao that makes no sense right?

but then again, Finn says Mike would be better off if he just opened his ears and listened

I think Mike has been too focused on himself being queer, and his internal struggles, that he hasn't even realized how obvious his friends struggles are

we see him in that last scene, before Will cries, he smiles (it looks fake for once) and nods, and then we see him look at the painting for like a full 2 minutes

just as Will said to Mike about El's letter, the painting isn't gonna magically change into the answer you're looking for, Mike

I think in this scene, despite Mike being an oblivious character, I think he was piecing things together (Mike's character is very good at that), and he was so focused on the millions of thoughts in his head that was he couldn't think straight and help his friend out, because he was genuinely having his own internal battle

what I would kill to see an unblurred version of his face when Will is crying, because we see him look directly at Will, like?

and then he looks back at the picture

he's thinking about something, clearly

because when Will says to Mike "El told me what to draw. She commissioned it, basically."

his smile drops

and listen, at this point, we know Mike doesn't love El

but it's still Will's painting, you'd think he would still be slightly happy?

but I think in this scene, he has a moment of realization, he remembered El's letter

or maybe he was like, "wait, why do I remember something else in El's letter?"

and he was just trying so hard to remember El's letter and peice together the full story

and maybe he did

maybe he didn't

but all I'm saying is, it looks like Mike is going through all emotions in the span of a few minutes

he's happy

he's neutral

he's confused (miketober flashbacks)

his breath hitches

he's happy again

he looks like he's in love

he's sad

he's confused and happy

he's trying to be happy?

I think this is what Finn meant when he said that scene was really hardest to film, because god, imagine how many different expressions he had to make? and how he had to act oblivious? and how the lighting had to be perfect? they said they used up a whole day to shoot just that one scene, like, hello???

anyway, but yeah, this is kinda messy and I'm kind've just rambling because like yeah but

lmao

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