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My LGBT+ Headcanons
(Frank discussion about sex and sexuality ahead.)
I have once again neglected to actually think of art to do for pride month, but as a consolation, here's an update on my list of LGBT+ headcanons (except when they're OCs, in which case it's just canon).
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Notes
*"Genderfucked" just means that their gender identity doesn't easily fit under a specific label, due to complications. It's usually due to the character being non-human and thus existing outside the gender binary by default. In other words, this label means they may not be literally queer depending on your definitions, but they otherwise represent or are informed by a queer identity or experience.
**Bisexuality is trans-inclusive. In the context of this list, I've chosen to use "bisexual" to indicate that the character has some preferences for gender expression, and I'm using "pansexual" to indicate that the character has little to no preference in gender expression. If it's important, then I'll specify what they're attracted to, but it usually isn't.
Examples:
A character that is attracted exclusively to cismen and transwomen would be listed as bisexual.
A character that has no preference for gender, but is exclusively attracted to feminine expressions would also be listed as "bisexual."
A transfemale character that is only attracted to cismen and transmen would be listed as "straight."
***Not all of the characters listed here are what I'd call "positive" representation. Most (I'd say) are, but a handful aren't. Just remember: Depiction is not necessarily endorsement.
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OCs
*I'm only listing OCs that I've talked about at least once this year or are important to said OCs), but effectively every OC I have is queer in some fashion.
Kahon (they/them): Genderfucked. As a sentient arcade machine, Kahon doesn't have an assigned gender. They express a feminine identity when acting through Kun3h0, but doesn't particularly identify with any gender. Only attracted to other arcade machines and the characters in them.
Coexistence!Kun3h0 (any pronouns): Genderfucked. In an AU where Kun3h0 is her own character, Kun3h0 is still genderfucked. She was built and designed as a female, but once they gained sentience he said, "fuck that" and went on to do his own thing.
GAB (she/they): Non-binary/Asexual. They're just a little guy.
Carol (he/him): Transman/Asexual. Was gay in life, but becoming a zombie has been a huge damper on his sex life.
The Prince Formerly Known as Frog (us/we): Cisman/Gay. Uses the royal "we" to refer to themselves, but otherwise uses he/him pronouns.
Floats (he/him): Cisman/Gay (closeted). I want to talk more about his relationship with sexuality since it's a core part of his character, but I think explaining it here would be a little too heavy for a list like this.
Spector (he/him and she/her): *Transwoman/Straight. *Identifies as a cismale and uses he/him pronouns at the beginning of the story, but transitions later. This isn't a character I've talked about too much or even really drawn, but she's Floats' business partner and is inspired by the hypermasculine characters you used to find in early FPS games like Doom and Duke Nukem.
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Smash Bros/Retro Buddies
Mr. G&W (he/him): Genderfucked/Ace. He's a shape-shifter and normally lacks genitalia, but he was considered male when he was "born" and identifies as male in all forms. Normally, he doesn't go through the trouble of recreating sex organs when he transforms, since his transformations are usually just a means to an end. Consequently, his body doesn't normally produce those kinds of hormones, so his libido is very low. Sex for him is just a bonding activity that he doesn't particularly seek out.
ROB (any pronouns, but usually he/him): Genderfucked/Demisexual. Technically speaking, he was never assigned a gender at "birth." Due to the limited A.I. of the other ROBs making them only capable of addressing people in the first person and Master Hand never needing to address ROB in the third person, ROB effectively had no pronouns while living on the Island of the Ancients. He only answers to he/him pronouns out of convenience since people assumed his pronouns due to his masculine name, but he doesn't particularly identify with any gender. In the human!AU, he would have been born with a vagina, but is still indifferent to gender as a concept for the same reasons. Since he lived on an isolated island surrounded only by people he considered family, and the first new people he ever met tortured and enslaved said family, he grew a great distrust of other people and is only attracted to people with whom he's already bonded with.
Puck (Pac-Man) (he/him): Transman/Pansexual. He was already transitioning when he first met Pepper. Since they started as rivals, he didn't bother ever bringing it up. When they later fell in love, he still forgot to mention he was trans because he figured that he already said it at some point. They later had 2 kids and are happily married to this day.
Pepper (Ms. Pac-Man) (she/her): Transwoman/Bisexual. She met Puck pre-transition, when she still went by "Otto." She left Pac-Land briefly to work on her transition, and when she came back and met Puck again, she forgot to clarify that she and Otto were the same person because she thought he would just put 2 and 2 together. He didn't. They both didn't realize the other was trans until a conversation about having kids came up. They both laughed it off and are happily married to this day.
Blinky (he/him): Cisman/Gay. Has a love-hate thing for Puck and won't admit it, but wouldn't do anything to seriously sabotage Puck's marriage lest their rivalry become legitimately hostile. He acts tough, but he's a hopeless romantic.
Pinky (she/her): Transwoman/Pansexual. Joined the Ghost Gang as a man and transitioned over time. Unlike Blinky, she is an aspiring homewrecker, but the Pacs are too loyal to each other for anything to come of it.
Inky (he/they): Non-binary/Asexual. The inner mechanisms of his mind are an enigma.
Clyde (pronouns vary): Genderfluid/Bisexual. Not much to say about Clyde. He just does whatever is comfortable for her at the moment.
Tabuu (any pronouns): Genderfucked/Pansexual. Same situation as G&W. He's a little more sexually active, but only because he can use it to get what he wants.
Duck Hunt (Human AU only): Both are cismen (he/him) and gay, but not in a romantic relationship with each other.
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DJSS (he/him): Non-binary/Ace. AFAB and rejects gender as a limiting concept that he has grown beyond. He's still a little self-conscious about his height though (HRT helped him get wide, but it didn't really help him get tall). Claims to be "sapiosexual" but is actually just uninterested in relationships under most circumstances and sets impossibly high standards just so he doesn't have to deal with it.
Neon J. (he/him): Transman/Gay. He doesn't actually remember that he's trans due to his memory getting corrupted over time. He assumes that he's a cisman and just lost his penis in the war. Is currently pursuing DJSS because he likes a challenge.
Tatiana (she/her): Ciswoman/Lesbian. Was very sexually active during the Goolings era and has only slowed down due to having a lot of other responsibilities now. Originally assumed she was bi and later figured out she was a lesbian. This isn't public knowledge about Tatiana since she's rather reserved about her personal life, but people who know Kul Fyra know. As an aside, she wouldn't date an employee because she's witnessed first hand that having a relationship with someone who is too involved in her business is a disaster waiting to happen.
Kliff (he/him): Cisman/Bisexual (closeted pre-revolution). Believes he's straight because he's only pursued Tatiana romantically, with the excuse that any encounters he had with men were out of desperation from her not reciprocating. He accepts his sexuality post-revolution after he lets go of his fixation on Tatiana. However, he seems to be attracted specifically to people that have similar traits to Tatiana (like big muscular arms and/or fiery personalities), so how "over it" he is about it is debatable.
Mayday (she/her): Ciswoman/Bisexual. She's inexperienced with any kind of romance and has only recently started exploring her attraction to women. Has yet to consider Zuke as a romantic partner, but it could happen.
Zuke (he/him): Cisman/Bisexual. Primarily straight, but could pursue a male love interest if they hit it off. Has considered the possibility of a romantic relationship with Mayday, but is putting it off until they've had more experience as a band (he doesn't want to repeat what happened between him and Eve).
Zam (he/him): Cisman/Gay. I don't have anything to say about it. I just think he's gay.
Yiruk (he/him): Non-binary/Bisexual. Also not much else to say.
Remi (he/him): Demiboy/Straight? He's put a lot of himself into Sayu and is using her as a way to experiment with his feminine side, but he doesn't really feel like a girl. He hasn't had any interest in a relationship yet, so his sexuality is ambiguous right now.
Dodo (he/they): Non-binary/Pansexual. Is very loose with his gender identity. He likes wearing feminine clothes and make-up, but doesn't identify as female. They just like what they like.
Tila (she/her): Demigirl/Bisexual. Is pretty sure she's a girl, but feels ambiguous about it. She has a crush on Remi and generally likes boys, but she thinks girls are really cute too.
Sofa (he/him): Cisman/Gay. Not much to talk about~ He doesn't currently have any crushes.
Sayu (she/her): N/A. "Officially" (as in officially in my headcanon) Sayu is a blank slate so fans can project anything onto her. The most common interpretation with fans is that she's a transgirl lesbian, but other interpretations go around too.
Eve (she/her): Transwoman/Demisexual. She's really attracted to anyone that she thinks could understand her, and is usually disappointed when they aren't. Post-revolution, she hasn't quite opened up to dating again, but at the very least she's healing.
1010 (he/him): Genderfucked/Pansexual. All 1010s are coded without any particular sexual preference, as to make them incapable of rejecting a fan's affection on the basis of sexuality. In this case of "genderfucked" I actually read them as cismen to go with the theme that they are a manufactured product that are not allowed to display any "unmarketable" traits. They'd partake in "rainbow capitalism" but not actually confirm that any of them could be attracted to men or have a non-male identity.
I know I killed DSYNC, but these are the exceptions in the DSYNC!AU:
Kerinting/DSYNC!Green (pronouns vary): Genderfluid. His personality core uses semi-random programming which has leaked into his gender settings, causing her to randomly change gender at random intervals. Sometimes she'll be one gender for a few weeks. Sometimes it only lasts a day. Either way, it throws his sense of self out of whack when her current identity doesn't match his presentation. Kerinting manages this a little better since she's allowed to alter her body more, while this is a major obstacle for Green.
DSYNC!Blue: Gay (closeted). Is in a similar situation to Green. Blue's personality core makes him hyper focus on singular targets. However, this inadvertently affected his sexuality settings, so he became exclusively homosexual. He tries to hide it as to not start controversy for the group (which is easy to do since his emotional expression is a lot more subtle than the others). White is the only one that knows and hasn't told the Captain at Blue's request.
DSYNC!White: Agender/Asexual. In this AU, he has a very negative reaction to being a sex symbol against his will. As a result, he's rejected his sense of sexuality and is sex/touch repulsed. He only keeps up appearances as it pertains to his job. If he had it his way, he would retire alone near the sea and fish for a living.
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Moonside (My ACNH Island) (Sorry, these aren't as deep as others. The lore on Moonside isn't actually that strong, so I haven't given it much thought U_U)
Fuchsia (she/her and he/him): Ciswoman/Lesbian. Currently pursuing Syrup, but Syrup isn't ready to reciprocate yet.
Norma (she/her): Transwoman/Bisexual. In a relationship with Merengue.
Merengue (she/her): Ciswoman/Lesbian. In a relationship with Norma.
Dotty (she/her): Transwoman/Lesbian. This is a carry-over from New Leaf. She doesn't have a partner on Moonside, but her original partner was Coco.
Rolf (he/him): Transman/Gay
Raymond (he/him): Cisman/Gay
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Misc.
Mike Hatsune (he/him): Transman/Bisexual. I dunno if it's canon that he's Miku's dad/creator, but I prefer to think of him as future Miku after he retires from being an idol and goes on to be Domino's new overlord CEO.
Roba (he/him): Transman/Asexual. I think that's just actually canon through subtext. That would unfortunately mean that his friends are kinda transphobic as they consistently misgender him, but I'd like to think they get better about it later.
Horace (he/him): Bisexual. Also actually canon since we know he likes girls and has also fucked a bear thinking it was his best friend.
Alfe (he/him): Gay. Probably canon, but I don't have much evidence to back it up.
#gbunny writes#hopefully i didn't miss anyone important and didn't mess up what i was trying to say#if you have questions feel free to ask#if you're wondering about my identity#then keep wondering#because so am i#anyway the disclaimer at the beginning is not to absolve me if i say something ignorant. do let me know if i say something kinda fucked up#the disclaimer is to say that even though this post is 'for' pride#not all of the characters on this list actually 'have' pride#or are good representations of the LGBT+ community#i think most of you will get that#but at least 1 (collectively 5) might catch y'all off guard if you're not familiar with my past work#but here's your bimonthly reminder: i view 1010 VERY cynically#and i often use them to represent and/or be victims of the worst aspects of their industry#those aspects of them are not mutually exclusive from them also being silly little guys#you can be a silly little guy in a fucked up system/situation
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headcanons behind fic: brother texting habits referenced in long & short
Chay holds up his phone sheepishly. “Also, your brother texted me. We’re invited to dinner.”
Kim’s smile drops. He doesn’t need to ask which brother. “Did he type that out, or just send an emoji with a question mark?”
ngl, had i realized how much i'd expand this series, this is actually a scene i'd cut or at least heavily rework. it's the weakest scene of the story and its execution has only felt more clunky as time passes. hindsight! that said, i don't regret the scene either because the headcanons behind the premise of that scene are very near and dear to my heart, namely the texting rituals of Khun, Kinn, and Kim :D
the boys have a system to their texting. it's not anything as concrete as a code, that'd be far too dangerous and anxiety inducing. their system, naturally, revolves primarily around giving hints to Korn's mood without outright saying anything:
firstly, all brother invites to things go through Khun, because Khun's invites will only ever be invites and Kim's 'no's will only ever be 'no's.
anytime Korn demands Khun or Kinn (usually Kinn) drag Kim to a family thing for him go through Kinn, and 'Kinn's requests are always phrased as a question Kim can refuse. Kim once tells Kinn he'll show up if Kinn orders him to (because he doesn't actually want to get Kinn into trouble if Korn's being esp insistent), and Kinn smiles and tells him "thank you" and never ever once orders Kim join them, because Kim asked not to be involved in the family business and Kinn will take on any burden to keep Kim free of it.
Kinn passes along how insistent Korn's being through the overall tone and vibe of his messages, usually indicated by how much of it he types out. requests Kim join official functions sound like a formal invitation printed on a card, requests Kim indulge Korn playing family are much closer to Kinn's standard texting style;
because, and this is a silly headcanon i will have forever, Kinn fucking loves emojis. you know his whole "this could've been an email" vibe when he shoots that guy in the head ep1? same vibes except much cuter. Kinn thinks emojis are adorable and efficiency perfected. why send "thank you" when the 👍 emoji is right there? a picture's worth a thousand words and 🫂 is a thousand warm ones. he could send "wanna check out that new coffee shop by the studio next tuesday for brunch? their menu is 60% sprinkles so i'm sure you'll love it" but ☕🧋🎙️❔👑2️⃣🗓️🕦🍬👉💕💕‼️ is so much quicker. the only reason why Kinn's texts aren't 87% cute stickers is because he hasn't yet realized they come preprogrammed in his phone.
("do you think he speaks in hieroglyphics because he's secretly ancient?" Kim asks one day.
"how old does it make you to understand him then?" Khun snarks back.)
((Kim leaves Khun on read for a week.))
some bonus thoughts: Khun's a spam texter of the highest order. every one text is sent across 3.5 texts minimum. Kinn only ever sends one (1) text. if Kinn's replying to multiple messages in one go, he separates his responses in indv bullet points (if he's feeling petty towards Khun, he responds to every one of Khun's messages individually).
(Kinn's multiple messages to Chay in long & short are absolutely because he's watching Kim's live. for all Kim's snooping, he has somehow missed that Kinn has every alert and then some set for Wik news and while he can't make every live, he plans his breaks around them and even moved a meeting once.)
also, while Kinn pretends he's threatening/blackmailing with these baby Kim pics, this is 100% him taking advantage of the situation to gush about cute baby brother with a fellow Kim AppreciatorTM. Kinn has the cutest little brother, and he's gotta keep up with news of baby brother's current shenanigans somehow 😤👏 Khun is guilty of similar crimes ofc.
(Kim suffers older brothers so much.)
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Awful Characters Round 2 Part 1 (5/8)
Propaganda under the cut!
SHEN JIU
YES he abused a child and killed an entire manor of people, but it was probably only one child and allegedly the people sucked. Surely this is not behavior deserving of being turned into a human stick or having your body possessed by a weeb. I love him because sometimes mean people are fun and also who can resist a good redemption tale (he deserves one).
BENNY GECKO
The first thing that happens in new vegas is that benny fucking shoots your character in the face, steals your shit and leaves you in an open grave.
Benny is by all accounts a bastard. He kills you, steals from you, he killed his last boss, he is the single most duplicitous man around. His gang are all about honesty- except him. He's a lying, cheating bastard. The guys who helped him catch you? He skipped on paying them and left them to get shot to death. His new boss, mr.house? He stole his robot, broke it open, got someone to reprogram it and decided to use it to TAKE OVER THE WHOLE OF VEGAS. Benny literally kills people, lies to people, steals their shit and takes charge. That's all benny does. He gets fucking CRUCIFIED if you don't help him out just because so many people fucking hate him.
And yet.
And yet.
Benny is the single most compelling character in the whole game to me. He's just a little guy! He's just there! You can get shot in the head and come back and he goes "what in the goddamn" and then if you try and flirt with him he's like "uhhh sure? Okay?" And leaves you a polite note in the morning. He's fancy. He wears a stupid suit. He has a tiny gun with shitty bullets. He's catholic. He talks like an old timey news presenter. Literally nobody else in the entire game does that. He's got an intelligence of 3. He's my funtime boy. My silly little man. He's so funny. The antagonist in this game is a guy dressed like a tablecloth who looks at all times like a confused dog who doesn't understand what a tv is.
And like. He's compelling. He robs from you, shoots you, but…. he never seems to actually wish you harm. He kills and robs and lies but like. He apologises for doing it to you. When he sees you again he doesn't attack you, he's just… confused. He tries to defuse the situation. You can convince him to talk to you, alone, with no guards and it's not that hard. If you spare his life, he doesn't go after you, like. Even if you sleep with him he doesn't take advantage of that and kill you, even if you try to. He… he just leaves. He gives you an apology. If he gets kidnapped by Caesar He just… apologizes again. He tells you his whole plan to take over the city, too. He thinks he'll die, and he wants something of him to survive. He's happy that you made it. And if you let him free, he just… leaves. He knows he's beat, he doesn't want to cause any more trouble. He walks out and leaves. The NCR will kill you if you cross them. The legion will crucify you. House? He'll blow you the fuck up. But benny, the guy who lies and cheats and schemes, he's honest. He's polite. He's… harmless. You can kill him with a single shot if you want. And he can't kill you. He doesn't kill you the first time, and he'll never really hurt you again. Benny just wanted to win. When he knows he's beat he just leaves. No lingering, no harm, he's off, off into the desert heat, and never seen again.
Isn't that just insane? like have you ever known an antagonist so polite? He just leaves!! He offers you a drink!! His plan is genuinely probably the best one for the people of new vegas!!! He's. Benny is Benny.
Anyway if you want to see some REAL propaganda go to the blog @letmebegaytodd and look in the #benny tag. You'll Understand < https://www.tumblr.com/letmebegaytodd/717051175751614464/in-another-life-i-wouldve-really-liked-just> <- look at this shit man
#awful characters tournament#tournament poll#awful characters round 2#svsss#mxtx#shen jiu#shen qingqiu#fallout new vegas#benny gecko#benny fnv
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Mercs Reacting To a Kabedon! (TF2 x M!Reader) +18
For reference if you don't know, a kabedon is this pose!
You were being teased by the merc, relentless smiles, winks, and coy mururs that they knew turned you on. Eventually, you snapped. You grabbed the merc by the wrist and slammed them against the wall, unable to care about who overheard or saw you. You could barely contain your emotions as you grit out into thier ear.
"If you don't come back to my room with me, I will drag you by the back of your goddamn neck, boy."
Scout
As soon as you pin him to the wall, he was flushed red. When the words left your mouth, especially calling him "boy", a shiver went up his spine. He wanted tp argue, to talk back, but any words came out as mumbled mess. He dumbly nodded and whimpered in response. Your offer has Jeremy tripping over himself to follow you. He gets shit the next day for sobbing a little too loud into your pillows about how much Jeremy wants his daddy to fuck him silly.
Pyro
They weren't intending to rile you up so much, but that's certainly a plus! Pyro loves how they can make you blush and squirm, especially since you express it as huffiness and annoyance. They like the way they can just gesture and get you hot under the collar. Your proposition is heavily considered, but Pyro makes you wait in your room for a painstaking moment before they come in and finally give you what you want.
Soldier
Is very red under his helmet, but also a little insulted that you humiliated him in such a public manner and undermined his percieved and self-believed authority. Don't get him wrong, Jane is having the biggest confused boner of his life and he will swiftly join you in your room after he fully processes the situation, but he needs a minute to figure out what feelings you just made him feel for the first time.
Demoman
Is more than overjoyed that you finally had enough of your mutal game of cat and mouse. It had been what- weeks since you and Tavish had started dancing around each other? The demeaning pet name made Tavish want to yank your pants down and suck you off that minute, other mercs be damned. Tavish hummed with a smug smirk as he pushed his hips into you, an invitation after you gave your orders. Needless to say, no mercs got sleep that night until you two passed out.
Heavy
You were not the shortest guy around, but pinning Heavy is moreso due to Heavy letting you pin him rather than you actually having the strength to do so. Nevertheless, the look in your eye and the desperate and demanding tone in your tone makes Mikhail know exactly what you want and how you are going to have it. He finds it endearing in a way, but still allowed you to take control that night. After all, he was "your boy" tonight, you made that abundantly clear.
Engineer
Flushed red. Goggles fogged. Stutter in full gear. Dell is the smoothest southern gent around, yet in front of the pissed off nd lowkey horny glare of the man in front of him, Dell was barely able to squeak out a response. He felt humiliated that the other mercs could see how easily he was flustered- worried slightly that he would get some shit for being even more soft than just relying on machines in battle. He takes a few minutes before joining you in your room, but wants to have a talk about how you kinda made him nervous. (After sex tho. you turned him the FUCK on.)
Medic
Overjoyed at your cute little response! He's a rather tall fellow, so you trying to pin him to the wall was adorable. It might be the beer in his system, but Ludwig was rather taken by your final push and admittance of feelings... Even if those feelings were "i'm going to fuck you" and "I'm going to bend that german ass over and rearrange your guts". Gingerly followed you to your room, but he gets his fair amount of gropes in. The most receptive to your snap and 100% wants to kiss the scowl away.
Spy
Mixed feelings when you easily box him in against the wall. His dainty frame never stood a chance as your hot breath made him shiver. He was a fair bit older than you, your guess was a minimum of 5 years. When you called him "boy", he felt a breath of his wild and young livlihood in his veins. The impulsive energy of lust and spontaneous desire pangs in him and he can't help but chase the high. Spy murmured something in french and dragged you to his room.
Sniper
Mick isn't too surprised by your reaction, but definitely struggled against the grip as you warned him. As soon as you released him, Sniper hid his face in his hat to try and (fail) to hide the blush that painted his cheeks. He doesn't join you in your room, but cannot think about anything else but that lustful cadence in your voice and how blown your pupils were. After a few days, he knocked on your door and asked if the offer still stood.
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Okay so. I'm taking most of y'all feelings over Forever have been slightly distorted due to language barriers. Because Forever can't fully express himself in English, so his arguments often sound silly or simply funded in nothing
But y'all need to understand that Forever has been suffering ever since he got on the island. Just like water that can break a rock if it hits it too many times, so is Forever with the constant stress of the server. He saw his son lose a life on his second day, he saw one of his son's dads be kidnapped on the first week BECAUSE Felps was trying to make a deal with the Federation and he spent a LOT of in-game months with the possibility that Felps might have been killed
He took over his shoulders the guilt of Tallulah's death because he isn't a good PvPer, he took the responsibility of protecting all the eggs even if no one expected him to. He created the egg hotel and a system that is constantly upgrading in order to keep all the eggs safe
And what he got out of it?
Cellbit's (momentary) betrayal, the French suspecting him, BBH and Baghera keeping stuff from him
Forever holds his heart on his sleeve, and as he does his trust. He trusts 100% and he cares 100% and he loves with all he has. It makes him an extremely loyal person, but also someone extremely inclined to lashing out bc there are too many emotions to keep bottled inside
Cellbit's betrayal hit him DEEP. It pushed him over the edge and made him completely paranoid over anyone else. Cellbit was his best friend and he stabbed Forever in the back with the worst betrayal he could think of: Taking Richas away
This messed up badly with Forever, and then Richa got momentarily kidnapped (willingly) by Quackity. Those two days were BAD. Not only was Forever without Richa, there was also the code attack right after he got Richas back and when the French doubted him
It was when Forever found out that no matter what he did, it didn't matter to people if they wanted to frame him as a traitor. BBH and Baghera defended him at that moment, but it was a bad hit for Forever
And then, Bad and Baghera, out of the care and love in their hearts, i know it, saw how under pressure Forever was, and how he was so close to breaking and they needed to help him somehow. Their decision? Keep information from him, so he wouldn't feel more overwhelmed
It DIDN'T help. If anything, made Forever even more paranoid and hurt. Because Forever would never keep info from his sister and the guy he trusts the most. But they would keep from him and share with each other instead, even if it was to be sure before delivering the info later to Forever
All of this broke Forever's stability. A couple of days ago, he tried to name the people he'd trust with his life and he couldn't name anyone beyond the other Brazilians and Baghera (he was upset with BBH at the time and didn't count him). And it's so heartbreaking that he feels he has this little people he could count on. Ofc later the day he talked with Bad and he reassured Forever he'd be there for him no matter what. With popcorn if he wanted to laugh and with Kleenex if he wanted to cry (Well. Bad,,, you weren't good in keeping this promise, were you?)
And then. We arrive at the most recent situation that Forever feels like it's him against the world. Again. The Jaiden situation
From Forever's POV, he only interacted with Jaiden 3 times: When the Brazilians arrived; During the quest for Bobby (in which Forever was the one defending Jaiden, he was the one to check on her until the end before leaving her alone); And now where she's working for Cucurucho
Forever saw what happens to people that worked for the Federation, Cellbit and Felps tried to get something for Richa and just got completely fucked over, and didn't even got rewarded with the extra life they asked for. Forever knows the Federation isn't trustworthy and worries for anyone that tries to get closer (His panic over Quackity being taken even if they were fighting just minutes prior, his fear that the same would happen to Jaiden)
But even after all the warnings, Jaiden is still doing her tasks, she's still following the missions. From what Forever heard, she's doing all of this for Bobby and the other eggs. And there comes the most important part: Forever sees himself in Jaiden
He saw her grief and her house and how she wanted everything to be back to normal. He knows he's practically looking at a future version of himself in case Richa dies. And he knows that he'd do anything to get Richa back, including support the Federation
Not only that, but everything keeps pointing to Jaiden not being trustworthy. The fact she held Baghera away when Pomme died, how she's still working for Cucurucho despite the warnings, the broken satellite (I mean. Cellbit had a task to destroy his xp farm inside a PROTECTED house, breaking some copper would be nothing)
And even with all of this?? He still cares for Jaiden. A fucking lot. It's WHY he's lashing out and being so loud, because his emotions are a turmoil within him and he wants to save Jaiden from herself but he doesn't know how to do so. All he knows is that they can't trust her but they need to save her anyway. But he's too loud, and over reactive, and he lashes out because wearing his heart on his sleeve means he'll bleed all over the ones around him the moment he gets hurt
He tells Bad his suspicions and then Bad just dismisses them to say Jaiden is trustworthy but can't explain to Forever why. The same Bad that promised he'd stay by Forever's side no matter what. Ofc Forever got hurt, it was just like another betrayal. And Baghera doesn't trust Jaiden as well, but she keeps it to herself, which makes Forever feel even more isolated. His two supports aren't trying to understand his side and instead trying to undermine it (in his POV), and so in who he'll get the support he needs? Maxo, the well known paranoia echo chamber
Forever has been hurt and betrayed and he's trying so hard to heal from that and keep his bonds and connections but to him it feels like he's always the one to give give give and never receive back. He can't lose anyone else but it's like everyone keeps slipping from his fingers. This means Cellbit, Felps, Richa, Bad, Baghera, and yes Jaiden as well. He wants everyone safe, he just doesn't know how to properly convey it
And so... Yeah. Ofc he suspects of Jaiden. Who wouldn't do the same if they could have their dead kid back?
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DALV Energy Drink
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there is a popular energy drink that becomes all the rage everywhere even Gotham. Tim out of curiosity of its claims takes it. And starts to feel really energize and stronger.
but overtime he starts to have weird side effects. strength he knows is impossible for him, knowing for certain his hand should not have passed through his mug.
turns out the energy drink is called Spectacular... it’s actually connected to specter... as Spect is in different font.
upon analysis the drink has something similar to pit water in it. uwu and you see where this is going kek
also 100% Vlad's idea =w= if he can’t have the only halfa like him he'll make more.
Danny just finding this out the same time as Tim.
ok just plopping a mini-idea plot kek
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It’s not 100% like sunset overdrive but def love it like I do
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Is one of the side effects mood swings?
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strong emotions yes
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Yeah, Tim should try to figure it out without telling his family because ‘embarrassing’
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Question, would the rest of the batfam try it?
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Jason, no. He's against energy drinks on principal. Plus, the stuff is rank.
Damian, also no. he'd never drink something as plebian as an energy drink.
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Dick is a maybe
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Dick, maybe? But he doesn't like the way it makes him feel, so he only tries it once
Bruce, absolutely no.
Alfred would have a conniption if he found any energy drinks in the house
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Cass would try
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She would
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Duke too, he doesn’t have an opinion on energy drinks, but likes the taste of some and is willing to try
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Then she'd make a face at the taste and never touch it again
Duke drinks it too, but it doesn't affect him because of his powers
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he doesn’t have fast metabolism in his skillset
i mean in canon
Healing ability: it has been discovered that Duke's powers allow him to heal rapidly in dire situations.
he has this
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Hmm…
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fanon we can do whatever
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Maybe his rapid healing repairs the damage the ectoplasm does before it can take root
Gi
you have a point there
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Like, you know the radium girls?
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yeah
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Ectoplasm is like that, except with DNA instead of bone
So, Duke's healing factor keeps the ectoplasm from changing his DNA
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he is the only one that can drink it without consequences
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Can I just say I still want someone to trick Jason into drinking it and he ends up falling through a chair?
If we go with the ectoplasm = lazarus pit, it’d be like a temp boost for him
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especially if the ectoplasm in the drinks is purer
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Imagine Jason starts drinking it and it helps filter out the lazarus water from his system and replace it with cleaner ectoplasm
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yeah, this ⬆️
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Lol, I can see Jason scowling, plugging his nose and chugging the stuff. It nasty but damn it if it isn't effective
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Bruce is in the corner trying to figure out why his kids are experimenting with it
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Yes
Also, low key imagine after all is said n done jazz keeps the rest of the drinks, /stored away for emergency uses...
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It’s a nice little thing for Danny
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Or jokingly, Vlad is allowed to legally sell it with proper warning labels...
Yess it’s a good pick me up for Danny
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Unless that says not suitable for human consumption, then no
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Can see Tim having a hard time stopping.
Go
Probably
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halfa Tim?
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oooh halfa Tim
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If they get Jason hooked on it, you could have both
Him and Tim
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👀
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Tim not noticing he's a ghost now and standing in the kitchen making coffee when someone else walks in and double takes
even better if ghost Jason was the one to walk in and he's freaking out
and freaks out more seeing ghost Tim
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ghost Jason falls through the floor in shock
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gets stuck waist deep in the ground and starts yelling
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Yesss
Danny now constant contact because A he likes these guys and B he wants to help them
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Danny adopts the silly new halfas
under his wing
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Vlad got fucked. He succeeded and failed lol because they just band with Danny XD
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Vlad: YES IT WORKED
Danny: mine now
Vlad: NO NO NO
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Can mix in where Tim n Danny swapped their villains wanting them kind of XD
Ooo they now have to keep making the drinks but remove like the caffeine and abundance of sugar… more "healthy" for back up reserves.. Alfred overseeing this. His n Jazz's idea, since they have 3 halfas and 4 if Danielle shows
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i like this
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Dani probably got a power boost from the standard drink
Go
This feels like it’d be so much fun to read
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it does
Gi
now, someone has to actually write it
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Note: It’s being written here.
#ghosts and bats channel#danny phantom#batman#dp x dc#danny fenton#tim drake#dick grayson#bruce wayne#damian al ghul#jason todd#dp crossover#jason peter todd#cassandra wayne#cassandra cain#duke thomas#energy drinks#ectoplasm#vlad masters
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Date Night: M&M
Date Night: Murder and a Movie
Pairing: gn!Reader/Vigilante
Rated: Mature
Summary: Date night takes a small detour when Adrian spots someone Vigilante has been after. [Established relationship; implied exes to lovers]
Warnings: Violence, blood, mentions of (past) abuse, sexual situations (outdoor/public, choking).
Word Count: 4000
A/N: I floated this idea around a while back, so this goes out to the person who liked it/encouraged me to write it. Maybe one day they’ll come back to Tumblr/Ao3 and see this.
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Adrian had suggested a movie date and it had been so long since you'd done anything so normal that not only did you quickly agree, you couldn’t help the excited squeal in your voice as you looked up movie times.
He looked at you with a wide, soft, grin on his face as you scrolled through your phone and named movies. He loved seeing you like this; happy.
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What happened Friday night shouldn’t have been unexpected, but it was. Adrian had stopped at a red light on the way to the theater and you had been too absorbed in your phone to notice him leaning forward in his seat. So when he suddenly let out a loud and angry, “shit!” you nearly jumped out of your seat.
“What?” You looked at him curiously, trying to keep yourself from getting nervous. He wasn’t angry at you, he wasn’t even looking at you.
“That’s Slippery Joe!”
You glanced at the light, it was still red. He didn't seem to hear the incredulity in your voice as you asked about the ridiculous nickname. “Slippery Joe?”
“Yea, he’s a real bad guy! He always manages to get away from the cops and Vigilante!”
The light turned green but since no one was behind you, you didn’t mention it. “Well,” you started instead. “Do you want to take care of it now?”
He whipped his head around, finally looking at you, eyes narrowed and brows scrunched up in confusion. “What?”
“Isn’t the Vigilante suit in the trunk?” You asked as you motioned to the back of your car with your thumb. “Just pull over, pop on the mask and gloves and kill him.”
Despite the subject matter, the murder of a man, your tone was casual. Like you were merely suggesting taking a different route and not subverting the justice system.
“Shit.” Adrian mumbled again, just realizing that the light was green.
He pulled over to some street parking and watched as Slippery Joe continued to talk to someone.
“Are you sure?” He asked as he parked and turned off the lights
You looked at the clock and shrugged, “we still have an hour before the movie starts.”
Adrian hummed nervously and looked back at the two men.
“Or we can just go to the movie like we planned. No big deal.” You had no idea he’d be so torn with a decision like this.
“Are you sure you don’t mind?” He looked at you again, face etched with worry. “Because when you first found out about Vigilante-”
“So I overreacted!” You threw your hands up and rolled your eyes. “Are you going to hold that against me forever?”
What exactly was the right response to finding out your partner was technically a serial killer? (Encouraging him was probably not the right answer!)
“Okay!” He nodded as a grin started to pull at his lips. “Wait here! I’ll be right back!”
He gave you a quick kiss on the cheek then jumped out and rushed to the back of the car.
As he ran past the car towards the corner that Slippery Joe had turned, he waved at you. You chuckled and waved back. He looked a little silly wearing the Vigilante mask with the nice button down you got him for his birthday, but no doubt just as menacing as always.
By the time Vigilante caught up with Slippery Joe, the man was alone. That was just fine by Vigilante.
“Joeyyy!” Vigilante raised his voice, and added a light laugh. “Long time no see!”
“Fuck!” Joey didn’t even need to look back at the voice to see who it was, he knew it well enough and knew better than to give Vigilante an opening. He took off in the opposite direction, pulling over a stack of pallets behind him as he ran in an attempt to slow Vigilante down.
It worked, a little at least. The pallets fell into a rather large puddle, causing Vigilante to hop back out of the splash zone. “Not cool, man! You’re gonna ruin my date night outfit!”
That sparked an interest in Joe, he glanced behind him curiously to see Vigilante without his mask on. But in that moment as he turned, just as he spotted the red gleam of Vigilante’s visor, Vigilante threw a knife and hit his target.
Joe tumbled to the ground, the knife sticking out of the back of his right leg. Of all the places to get caught, behind some old buildings with no clear escape route, his timing had never been so bad. He quickly turned himself over and sat up, his breath coming out in pants as he squeezed his eyes shut and yanked out the large knife in his leg. His own screams seemed to be drowned out by Vigilante’s loud and obnoxious laugh.
Vigilante slowly made his way closer, taking deliberate care to avoid puddles.
Slippery Joe tried to stand, only to fall back with another yell as he fell into an undignified heap onto the dirty ground. “No! Nonono!” He pleaded as he tried to push himself further away, it didn’t help.
Vigilante whistled happily as he caught up to Joe. “As fun as it would be to draw this out, I’ve got a date to get back to.”
Joe looked past Vigilante and a spark of hope ignited in him. “Help!” He called out to a figure standing at the other end of the alley.
“You think someone is going to help you?” Vigilante laughed again, one hand slapping his knee.
“Call the cops! Please!”
Vigilante followed the man’s line of sight and turned around. Ah, so that’s why Joey seemed to think there was someone around to help. He laughed again, causing Joe to look back at him even more scared now. “That’s my date!” Vigilante explained and turned towards you, with his hands on his hips as he raised his voice. “Who’s supposed to be waiting in the car!”
The two men barely heard the faint chuckle that bounced off cement and brick. Joe was getting no help from you.
“Cute, right?” Vigilante picked up the discarded knife then grabbed Joe with his free hand. “Alright, up you go!” He heaved the man onto his feet.
As Vigilante steadied him, he turned Joe around so that he was standing in front of him, both men facing the same direction. “Wait, you’re not going to kill me?”
The relief in his voice made Vigilante let out another chuckle. “Oh I am. I just don’t want your blood to get on me.”
Before Joe could fully process those words, Vigilante brought up the knife and pulled it against Joe’s neck, slicing deeply as he held the man's head back, blood spraying forth in an arch in front of them. Lucky for Vigilante, not a single drop landed on his clothes.
Still mindful of the blood, he let the body fall and wiped his knife on Joe’s clothes before sliding it back on his belt.
"And you!" Vigilante spun around and pointed at you as he stalked forward.
Your body stiffened as Vigilante closed in on you. In the poorly lit back alley, his visor only reflected a dark, dull, red the closer he got. With every step he took, you saw blood splashing against brick. Every step he took, you heard the scrape of metal against cement and the gurgling gasp of a dying man.
You blinked and your eyes caught sight of his arms, biceps straining against a pretty powder blue dress shirt as he effortlessly lifted a man and used the very same knife to cut the man’s life away.
Not even the silly tilt of his head, face still covered in his mask, could blunt the startling awareness that this was Vigilante, a murderer, a psychopath.
He waved hand in front of your face, “hellloooo! Are you there??”
Your eyes followed his gloved hand and the realization that those gloves were just touching a dead body made your knees weak. You were already leaning against the brick wall behind you, but now you sagged against it as you stared at Vigilante. Vigilante, not Adrian.
“Shit.” He muttered under his breath. He knew you should have stayed in the car! He lifted the visor on his mask and tried to get you to look him in the eyes. Your own eyes were dilated and your breathing shallow.
“Hey! Hey, baby, you know I’m not gonna hurt you, right?”
You blinked slowly at him and spoke barely above a whisper. “Hurt me?”
“No!” He waved one hand with an exaggerated slashing motion. “That’s what I’m not going to do!”
He glanced around, making sure no one was around to catch him and lifted his hands to take off his mask, but your hands caught his before he could. “Keep it on.” Your voice now a firm whisper.
He was a little confused. Why would you want him to keep the mask on if it scared you?
He was very surprised, pleasantly so though, when you surged forward and crashed your lips to his through his mask.
“Oh!” Vigilante bit back a gasp as he realized that watching him kill hadn’t scared you, it turned you on.
Blood already pumping on adrenaline from his little chase, it didn’t take long for him to push you against the wall, to slot himself between your legs and to press himself against you in a way he knew would have you moaning.
No longer content with kissing him over the mask, you pushed up his mask just enough to reveal his mouth. The kiss that followed was needy, desperate and he couldn’t tell who was more desperate.
He groaned, his hips jutting into yours, eliciting an echo from you. “We. We can’t. Do this here.” He muttered between kissing you and dragging his lips and tongue down your jaw, ending with a firm bite on your neck.
“Why?” You whimpered as your head fell back enough to allow him more room to mark your neck. Which he gladly did, everyone who saw you should know that you belonged to him now, again.
He grinned, grinding himself into you again, as he sucked at the pulse point on your neck, he loved feeling you, how hard your heartbeat was in your chest, which was pressed so closely to his that he could feel it. He could feel you throbbing against his thigh, his own aching desire keeping him as close to you as possible.
“Public indecency. Misdemeanor.” He answered between biting and lapping at your hot skin.
You stilled for a moment, not that he particularly noticed, too lost in you to stop. Until you let out a breathless giggle. He looked up, in all the shifting and roaming hands, his visor had fallen back down, casting your seductive grin in a red hue.
“No one’s around.” You mewled as you tried to pull him down for another kiss.
“I am.” He hissed when instead of catching his mouth, your lips landed on his jaw, your teeth lightly scraping his skin as you moved to bite his neck.
You smiled against his skin and hummed, the small vibrations causing him to buck into you again. Clothes truly felt like a hindrance in this moment, as he couldn’t feel you in the way he really wanted, his only reward for his movements the breathy gasp that you puffed out against his skin.
“Yea, you are. What’re you going to do about it?” You taunted him as you dragged a hand down his chest, landing on his belt and idly fiddling with the buckle.
Vigilante groaned and dropped his head on your shoulder, slumping into you and pressing your harder into the wall. The rough brick scratched at your back and Vigilante’s weight dropping on you forced you to steady your legs.
“I thought you wanted to see the movie?” He muttered into your shoulder, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.
You sighed and took a moment to let your heart calm down. This was Adrian being sweet. He had let you pick the movie and you told him how excited you were to see it, and now he was just making sure you got what you wanted (and weren’t instead breaking any local ordinances!). You gently ran a hand up and down on his back, in an attempt to calm him down as well, before reaching up and pulling the Vigilante mask off of him.
He immediately shot up and looked at you in shock. “What are you doing?”
You tucked the mask in your sweater and pushed yourself off the wall. “Relax, I checked again, no one’s around. Come on, let’s get back to the car.”
Adrian wrapped an arm around you, and adjusted his pants with his other hand, as you walked back to the car.
Since you had the keys to the Sebring, you unlocked the trunk before handing his mask back and climbing in the passenger seat, while Adrian put away the Vigilante mask and gloves. He was quick about it, both out of paranoia and because he really did want to get to the movie on time! At least it hadn’t taken long at all to kill Slippery Joe.
Once Adrian had pulled back onto the road, you reached over and gently ran a hand down his arm.
“Hm?” He questioned, thinking that you were just trying to get his attention. “Oh.” You just wanted to hold his hand! He steered with his left hand while he let you hold his right.
He wasn’t expecting you to bring his palm up to your mouth to place gentle kisses along the inside of his hand.
“Wow! You really liked watching me kill that guy, huh?”
“Mmhm.” You hummed as your lips moved down to his wrist, teeth scraping at his skin enough to leave a trail of red marks. He hissed quietly and shifted in his seat, trying his best to keep his attention on the road. His quiet little breathy gasp as your tongue glided over the fresh bite mark sent a thrilling jolt to your core. For someone so strong, he was very sensitive, with delightfully smooth skin, not a scar or callus blemishing his perfect body.
“M-maybe I should let you tag along on my next Vigilante patrol.”
His playful suggestion made you freeze, and you nearly let his hand drop, as you looked up at him.
He pouted as he glanced between you and the road, his next question coming out in a breathless whine. “Why’d you stop?”
"Oh, maybe next time we can kill someone on my list!" You smiled sweetly at him and finally let go of his hand.
Anyone else, with a similar dark sense of humor, would have taken your words as a joke. But Adrian wasn't anyone else. His face scrunched up a little and he tilted his head in confusion, though his eyes remained on the road. "Your list? Of people that you want to kill?"
"Yea." You nodded as you stared at him, trying to gauge his reaction.
It was one thing to show up on his doorstep covered in bruises, both fresh and old, to ask him to kill the man who hurt you. It felt entirely different to ask the same favor when you'd been living safe long enough that only faded scars remained. When you hadn't had so much as a papercut since Adrian, since Vigilante, came back into your life.
His arousal was suddenly forgotten in the face of this revelation. His right hand, which had fallen to the center console when you let go of it, returned to the steering wheel as he focused on driving.
"Who's on it?"
He wasn't going to easily write off your little comment as a joke, not that you wanted him to. You shifted in your seat and looked down at your hands. "Just, you know." You started to answer him quietly, "people."
Adrian might not be the smartest guy around, but as he glanced at you, at the way you anxiously held your hands in your lap and how stiff you had become, he had a feeling he knew just what kind of people were on that list.
"Well, can I see it?"
A nervous giggle bubbled its way past your lips. “It’s not a list I have written down, Adrian.” You tapped your temple, “it’s all up here.”
“Oh.”
You decided to drop the question. He wasn’t angry, but he certainly wasn’t happy either. He just looked like he was concentrating. Probably deciding what to do with you now that he knew you had a vendetta against multiple people. Maybe asking him to kill for you wasn’t the best idea. It wasn’t like Vigilante was some hitman for hire. And even if he was, you likely couldn’t even afford someone as efficient as Vigilante.
“Hey,” he finally spoke up again, this time extending one hand to you, while keeping his eyes on the road.
You eyed him for a moment, cautiously curious and hummed a silent question before taking his offered hand. Like you did to him before, he firmly pressed his lips to your palm. Your heart, already beating quickly, fluttered as his breath warmed your skin, his lips moving down to your wrist. Once he found your pulse point, he let his lips linger, his tongue snaking out and lapping at your skin. He smiled into the kiss as he felt your heart race faster before he pulled away with one more little peck to your wrist.
His fingers, thick and strong and tantalizing then entwined with yours before he gave your hand a gentle squeeze. He stopped at an intersection and took the moment to look over at you. "I'll kill every motherfucker that's ever hurt you."
And he meant it. Of course he meant it. You could hear the sincerity in his voice, see the determination in his eyes and the way his jaw clenched. He would kill for you. He had killed for you before, and now here he was, admitting he’d do it again, as many times as you needed him to. The warmth of your blush spread further, down to your chest where you weren’t sure if your heart was beating even faster or if your heart had skipped a beat.
You leaned across the center console and kissed him on the cheek. He would never let you fully kiss him while he was driving, but the much more innocent action had him blushing all over again just as hard.
“What, what was that for?”
You were already smiling, somehow he always had a way of making you smile. “Oh.” You shrugged, a light giggle lacing your words. “Thank you for taking me out tonight, Adrian.”
You were just as infectious to him as he was to you. Your giddiness had him excited and he tapped his hands on the steering wheel as he smiled and flirtatiously raised his eyebrows. “You’re welcome!”
The rest of the ride, short as it was, was spent in a comfortable silence.
Adrian chose a parking spot that was a bit far from the entrance but you figured he just didn't want to spend the time looking for an open space. "Let's hurry before the concession stand closes! I want an Icee!"
You hurried out of the car before he could even respond, your good mood making you feel eager. You stood by the trunk of the car and waited for him, rocking back and forth a bit as he locked the doors.
"So I was thinking," he started as he caught up to you and you lopped your arm around his. You started to walk towards the theater, but his feet felt like lead, refusing to let you pull him with you. "For our next date, I think you should join me."
You smiled, trying your best to repress a laugh. "Uh, yea, Adrian. It would hardly be a date if you were by yourself!"
“Noo,” he furrowed his brows a little and pulled you from his side to stand in front of him. “I said, for our next “date”, you should join me.” As he emphasized the word date, he mimed bunny ears with his hands.
You giggled and grabbed his hands, pulling them down as if to prevent anyone from catching on. You then glanced around, the parking lot was empty, before you looked up and whispered. “Yea I got that,” you leaned even closer to him, dropping your voice even more. “V.”
“Oh!” It was cute how his eyes got all wide and his eyebrows shot up as he realized you understood his hints. “But, do you want to join me too?”
Now it was your turn to be confused. You tilted your head, “wait. What? What do you mean? I thought I already made it clear I’d like to be there..?”
The wicked, twisted, grin that crossed his face made your heart drop. You were certain that was a side of Adrian that he usually hid behind the Vigilante mask. And it was beautiful.
He leaned close to you again and whispered in your ear. “Yea, but do you want to kill them yourself?”
You froze, breath caught in your throat, and for the second time in one night, felt your legs start to shake under you. One of Adrian’s hands flew to your waist and pulled you flush against him. The other slowly dragged up your arm to your neck, his fingers curling around you while his thumb caressed your jaw as he forced you to look at him.
“Do you want that?” He spoke lowly, with a dark fray in his voice that sent cold chills down your spine and searing heat through your blood. “Do you want me to teach you how to kill a man?”
Did you? Knowing Vigilante had killed the man that hurt you felt like enough when it happened. But now, as he offered to teach you how to take the rest of your revenge yourself? You had never been particularly prone to violence, but as Vigilante dangled the option in front of you, you wanted nothing more than to reach for it. Would it be enough to simply stand back and watch?
As you were lost in your thoughts, his fingers tightened around your neck, his thumb pressed harder against your chin, forcing your mouth to hang open. You were still shaking in his arms, your breath shallow and chest heaving against his. As you looked into his eyes, the soft green that you loved seemed to somehow flash the same red as his Vigilante visor.
He continued to draw your mouth closer to his, “fuck. I bet you’d look so hot covered in someone else’s blood.”
You let out a needy whine of an answer, a quiet single syllable before his lips were on yours, tongue pushing into your mouth in a heated kiss. You could only cling to him, cling to his warmth, to the safety he provided, to the vengeance he offered.
Adrian pulled away with a mix of a quiet growl and a moan, his thumb running heated lines down your jaw to your neck as he stared into your eyes and smiled. He wasn’t at all surprised by your answer, and he was more than happy to oblige.
All too soon his lust filled gaze softened and his hand dropped from your neck to hold your hand again. "Alright, let's get you an Icee."
You couldn’t help the giggle that burst from your chest and the smile that pulled at your face. You were reminded again of how he always did that, no matter what, he always found a way to make you smile. "Yay!"
Adrian grinned as he let you pull him at a fast pace to the theater so you could get your snacks. After all, he loved you.
#vigilante x reader#adrian chase x reader#i do miss you nel#fingers crossed i don't have to play games with the tags#4k words! what a doozy!
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Three-Dimensional Characters
I did it. I’ve cracked the code.
I figured out what dimensions (or graph axes) people are talking about when they say “three-dimensional characters”. It’s “what they know about themself”, “what they don’t know about themself”, “what they show to others” and “what they don’t show to others”.
Like this!
So, for example, let’s take Katniss Everdeen. Fantastic character, iconic book series. What does she know about herself? That she loves her sister and would do anything for her. That’s the opening knowledge of the book, everything hinges on it. That makes her an active character, because she has this core of belief about herself.
She shows that she’s angry at the Capitol. It’s imminently important to her that she do so, it makes her feel like she has personhood in a system that’s trying to strip it away. She fights and fights some more, and does not make compromises.
Of course, she doesn’t know that her anger at what is being done to her and her sister, while completely justified and probably her only available coping mechanism, actively harms her chances of survival. Like, a lot. She cannot play along, she cannot make allies (except for Peeta, who puts up with a lot because he knows she can fight better than he can), and thus she is a pretty bad leader. Even so, she makes do and starts a revolution anyway, because most people are just as angry as her.
And, finally, she doesn’t show (to other characters, not to the reader) that she’s terrified. She and her entire home district are in mortal peril, and she’s like sixteen. She doesn’t know how to protect Prim besides fight for her, and she fights so hard and so uncompromisingly that she gets in her own way. It’s an internal conflict and it makes her seem three-dimensional and very human.
These four things are kept in mind in every scene, and get specific based on each circumstance (and they’re a sliding scale too, especially on the “show” axis, she obviously trusts some people more than others). They even change over time somewhat, because she’s a dynamic character. So, yeah.
I’m gonna do the same thing for the characters I’m writing rn under the cut
Keshiro from Empty And Become Wind! He’s so fun and silly and goofy. He knows that nothing can get in the way of his duty as a Raqkesh, and he doesn’t know how to treat his own personhood, outside of his duty, with his charges. He shows that he’s kind of a funny bitch, if someone can’t understand some aspect of his identity (being an airbender, being a Raqkesh, being an agender man, what have you) then he thinks it’s hilarious to lie to them and confuse them further. He shows, to the people he trusts, that being a Raqkesh is a dead-serious thing and violence weighs on a person in the abstract. He doesn’t show, unabstractly, that he’s in pain.
Din from Empty And Become Wind! I love him so much, he’s just a Guy in Situations. He knows that he’s perfectly able to live the life he currently has, and he doesn’t know that he’s gay and the world is a lot bigger than the homophobic little Fire Nation towns he’s been in all his life. He shows that he’d like to meet someone that isn’t absolutely fucking incompetent, and he doesn’t show that, despite the haters, he is capable of whimsy and curiosity.
And those things are all on display during the scene that they meet! Din is guarded because he’s meeting someone who could, to quote popular Disney animated film Aladdin, show him the world and he doesn’t know if he trusts that, Keshiro is being a funny bitch but when someone’s actually in danger he steps up and even risks using airbending to help, and he might tell Din about his charges and the spirits, but he only references his own past (mentions Ther) when it’s imminently relevant that he explains why not having OSHA is bad, actually.
That’s why they’re so fun to write!
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Situationships suck.
I’ve been “seeing” a guy for three months now. We agreed to see each other up until I left. I got accepted to my dream school across the country so I’m moving. I leave in two weeks.
I like this guy. He’s also a little cold though. Especially during the week when I don’t see him. But on the weekends he’s so warm and attentive. I feel safe with him. Physically. Emotionally.. he kinda puts me through a roller coaster.
I desperately need more attention during the week but I get it. He works until 7 and needs time to decompress.
He’s also compartmentalized the fuck out of our relationship though. To the point where I’ve never been to his place or met his friends. And it got to a point last month I ended up having to tell him I didn’t even think he liked me anymore. He made an effort after that to text me more during the week.
I still feel like his chippy in the city sometimes though. (He lives in the next city over. But the cities are close enough. About a 30 minute drive but there’s also a toll to get from his city to mine so it makes sense I haven’t gone over there.. kinda).
I bought lingerie a while ago. I was excited to wear it for him but haven’t gotten the chance to because I’ve been having issues with my reproductive system.
So this weekend is our last chance for a weekend of passion and fun.
Next week I have to get a biopsy on my cervix and by the time I heal I’ll be flying out so it’s our last chance for intimacy.
I asked him if he’d stay over all weekend. He said “let’s play it by ear”
It’s all so silly. I wanted to tell him the window is open. If you feel like relocating and having some fun traveling and living in a larger city. Well he knows where I’ll be. I wanted to put it more elegantly than that but my point was I was going to tell him three months isn’t enough. And I won’t ask you to uproot or do long distance with me. But the window is open.
Now I don’t feel safe to. I might physically feel safe with this man but emotionally not even a little.
This might sound like a foolish girl with a school girl crush on a guy who’s using her for sex but there’s a lot of other elements here. For one I’m queer. I’m pan more specifically so the idea of uhauling isn’t so crazy to me. It could be for him though.
That is true.
But he is adventurous or was.. when he was I think about 19-23ish he lived abroad. First for school and then for work. He lives far from his family. He moved to this state for his job.
We’re 6 years apart. Thats just enough when we talk about our childhoods we can see the differences. But besides that we are a good pair.
But I don’t think any of that matters.
I view the world too differently than him I think. I want to just enjoy life. God knows the past couple years have been shitty. At this point I just want to experience life before its too late.
I didn’t want a partner or to start seeing someone. I actually blew off his messages on the dating app alot. I just didn’t have the capacity for it. But he still wanted to keep talking and eventually we met up.
And I opened up to him.
For the first time I just was me on a date.
And well he told me I gave him butterflies. A feeling he hadn’t felt since he was a teenager. And 3 weeks or 3 months he wanted to be with me. So we have been.
And we didn’t rush into that intimacy. Not for me anyways. For him it could have been a little. He isn’t a person who hooks up or just jumps into bed.
So he says.
And we did hang out quite a few times.
We got the feel of each other before sleeping together.. he felt so real.
But It can all be looked at through so many different perspectives.
I may just be a chippy. Or he could really like me or maybe he’s indifferent but too nice to part ways with me.
I can’t figure him out like most people. And I like that. But in this situation it’s just a little tiring.
I didn’t want to like him so damn much!
But I just do. I dont want to regret not saying anything to him.
But really is there a point. A straight man, who loves his stability, who recently bought a home. We are just in different chapters in our lives
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Flowers and Vinyls
Summary: You and Porco are neighbours. You also despise each other.
Pairing: Porco Galliard x Fem!Reader (modern AU)
Warnings & Content: language, softdom!Porco, softsub!Reader, thigh riding, unprotected sex, spanking, oral sex (male receiving), alcohol abuse, enemies to lovers
Word Count: 2.2 k
A/N: Porco deserves some love, too! I also really wanna give Connie some love, too.
You hated him, you loathed him.
To you, Porco was the most insufferable person to ever walk on this earth, strutting his pushed back hair, with his stupid undercut and his silly little upturned nose. You wanted to gouge his eyes out, but that would only land you some time in jail. He was your next-door neighbour both in terms of accommodation, and in terms of work. You owned a small flower shop at the ground floor of your townhouse, he owned a record store placed strategically wall-to-wall with yours — naturally he lived above it. Marcel, Porco's brother, was seemingly a nicer person, but he wasn't always there when you needed him to shut his little brother's mouth — or music. Not only were you two bickering like petty children, you were also complete opposites — he was edgy and brash, you were dainty and solemn. He always wore dark colours, you were dressed in pastels. And to make matters worse, he was best friends with your best friend!
Pieck was completely oblivious to the fact that you two hated each other, both bitching to her, unaware of the other's complaints. She always told you, separately, that perhaps you just need to get laid with one another and get over it. Impossible, for you despised each other. And when Pieck invited you to a small party at her place, you were not expecting to see Porco there. At first, you wanted to turn around and leave, but your friend talked you into staying, promising that Porco was actually a good guy, and that you didn't know him well enough. Oh, how wrong she was. He was evil incarnate, he vandalised your shop after you called the cops on him. Nonetheless, you stayed at her party, opting to spend some time with Reiner and Colt, avoiding Porco at all costs, because if looks could kill, his would smite you.
What you didn't know was that a conflict was taking place inside his tipsy brain — should he kill you or fuck you? Despite your differences, Porco couldn't deny that you were a very alluring woman, hips swaying every time you walked and an ass that could raise the dead. And he saw Colt glancing at that ass, prompting him to drink some more. On the other side of the room, you told Pieck all about how your date stood you up and you were quite sad, opting to drown the empty feeling in your chest with cheap vodka and tequila, and that combination did a number on you. You weren't shitfaced by any means, just drunk enough to feel the music better, taste the liquor better, smell Porco's perfume better whenever he walked past you. God, he intoxicated you more than the alcohol could, and you were beginning to wonder if Pieck was right — maybe you didn't hate him, maybe you needed to fuck him, relieve the sexual tension. But how? What if he did hate you and you'd only make a fool of yourself? The questions were grinding your gears and no amount of tequila could help you get them out of your system. You settled on ignoring them.
"We're gonna split a cab." Porco explained, a bored, inexpensive look on his face.
"Hey, 'm not poor, aight? I can afford a f-fuckin' taxi." You poked his chest with your index finger while losing your balance and falling into his arms. He quickly released you once you regained control of your legs, his eyes drifting elsewhere, crimson creeping to his cheeks.
"We literally live next to each other, but if you wanna go all by yourself, fine!"
"I haaaaate you, Pokko, d'you know? I especially hate that cute nose! Boop!"
He was so done with your attitude, your gestures, your voice, his brows furrowed and lips pursed. But Pieck really wanted to make sure you got home safe, and Porco didn't want to disappoint his friend by letting you loose in a stranger's car, especially since you were drunk and vulnerable. He was an asshole, but he wasn't that bad. Not that you could realise that, anyway.
"Just get in the car, Y/N." He rolled his eyes and opened the door once the yellow taxi pulled over. You stopped between him and the car, nose and cheeks pink from the alcohol, and leaned closer to his face.
"D'you also know I really, really wanna ride you?" You whispered in his ear before stumbling inside the cab, giggling like a schoolgirl. "Ah! Evening, mister!"
"Jesus Christ..."
The entire way home you drove Porco insane with little touches, whispers, obscene proposals. He could feel his cock twitching in his pants but he didn't want to take advantage of you. Yet the more you looked at him with hunger in your eyes, the more he couldn't think rationally — he, too, was drunk, after all. When you got out of the car you almost fell face first, but luckily, he caught you, your hand accidentally brushing his thigh in the process. God, he hated you.
"Come inside!" You looped an arm around his neck for better balance. "I gotta give you your money b-back."
"It's fine."
"No, no, I insist."
"You're so annoying, you know that?" Porco walked with you, perfectly aware of how much he'd regret this night.
"Close the door behind youuuu!" You kicked your shoes off and grabbed the collar of his leather jacket, practically dragging him through the hallway, into the living room. "Sit!"
He could say no. He could just walk out. But he didn't want to. Not anymore.
You rummaged through a drawer looking for some cash, taking your sweet time to do it. The way you were bent over, the tight skirt revealing just an inch of your red panties, sent Porco down a rabbit hole of dirty thoughts. Every gesture, every word uttered so nonchalantly by you made you both forget the turf war you both started, the atmosphere slowly becoming more intimate and sensual. You swayed your hips from side to side, opening another drawer and digging through the clutter.
"Hey, Pokko? Do you think 'm pretty?"
The question caught him off guard as you turned around, no money in your hands. He raised his gaze from your skirt to your eyes, frantically nodding his head.
"Yeah."
"Then why did I get stood up?" You pouted, walking to the couch. Porco swallowed hard when you took a seat on his thigh, his fingers digging into the sofa. "If 'm pretty, why don't men want me?" Your hands rested on his shoulders as your hips slowly rocked back and forth.
"I- I don't know." He pursed his lips, unaware of what to do. Usually, he wouldn't have any issues with situations like this. But it was different this time because he really wanted to shut your srupid mouth up — or maybe Pieck was right and all he needed to do was fuck you.
"Do you want me?" You asked, head tilted, movement stopping.
"God, yes." Porco grabbed your nape and pulled you into a sloppy kiss, his other hand desperately tugging at your tank top strap. You could feel your panties dampening under his rough touch and hot kiss, your hands removing his jacket as quickly as possible. "I'm gonna fuck you on that table first." He picked you up and slammed your ass on the dining table, earning a moan out of you. "Then we'll take it to the bedroom." Porco removed his shirt while you pulled your underwear down.
"Fuck me wherever you want, just fuck me!" You begged, legs spread and lust in your eyes.
"Shit, I knew you were a little slut under all that soft girl crap." He unzipped his jeans, letting them fall to the ground while he pulled his cock out. You took a good look at it, teeth digging into your lower lip.
"Aren't you gonna finger me first?"
"You didn't do anything to deserve it. But I'm in a good mood." Porco sneered before he spat on your wet cunt. The disgusting gesture made you purr like a kitten, proving him more that you were indeed a filthy whore. He dragged the tip of his cock up and down your slit, slowly pushing it between your folds as you threw your head back in pleasure. "Fuuuck, you're so tight, so wet."
"Oh my God, go deeper! Please!" You pleaded, voice low and seductive.
"Look how good you're taking it." Porco praised you, fingers digging into your skin before he started rocking his hips. It truly felt that your pussy was made just for him, the silken walls clenching around his hard cock making him grunt with every thrust. Your legs wrapped around his waist and you both realised just how much you needed this, the hate you had for each other melting away, replaced by lust and desire.
"So b-big 'nd hard-" You mumbled incoherent words while one hand found your neck, calloused fingertips squeezing the skin.
"You've no idea how much I wanted these hands around your neck." Porco groaned, his thrusts faster and harder. "Who knew I wanted to fuck you, not kill you?" His thumb parted your lips and you hollowed your cheeks around it, sucking on it like a lollipop. "Good girl. Bedroom, now." He pulled out and you almost cried at the empty feeling between your thighs. You took his hand in yours and guided him to the room — just as pastel and cute as your personality. Porco spun you around, giving your ass a firm slap before bending you down. He pressed hot kisses on your hip and lower back and you threw your head back to look at him.
"Stop t-teasing me!"
"Jeez, aren't you greedy? I thought you hated me." He laughed into your skin, the vibrations tickling your flesh. Porco couldn't abstain any longer, one hand grasping your hip, the other pushing his cock back into you. Inch by inch, it disappeared and he let out a satisfied groan.
"I still h-hate you!" Teeth sunk into your lip to stifle a moan.
"Oh, really?" He thrusted so deep that you lost control over your arms, head falling onto the mattress. Another deep thrust and you shot back up with a growl. "Talk shit and I might not let you finish." His threat alerted you and you bucked your hips, walls clenching around his cock.
"It would be a shame if you f-finished first." Your voice was cocky, targeting that huge ego of his. It was effective — Porco's hand travelled between your legs, fingers rubbing your swollen clit and you moaned in extasy, adrenaline rushing through your veins.
"N-not fair!" You squirmed and whimpered, tears of pleasure pooling at your eyes.
"We're not playing fair." He wrapped his other hand around your neck to pull you closer, back hitting his chest. The room smelled of sex and jasmine incense and it drove you mad with lust. "Oh, what's the matter? Are you coming already?" He mocked while fucking your desperate cunt.
"Yes! God, yes!" You cried out, the climax blurring your vision.
Despite your pleas that you couldn't take it anymore, Porco kept thrusting deeper into your numbing pussy, his fingers bruising your skin, his teeth sinking into your shoulder. He was an animal, everything about him was instinctual and filthy and you hatedloved it. Your silken walls clenched around his cock again, and he was impressed that you still had some fight left in you.
"That's right, milk me dry, you dirty whore." His disgusting words reignited the dying fire inside your core and you bucked your hips against his, the friction and pressure making you come undone a second time.
"Fuck!" Was all you could say before collapsing onto the mattress, body limp and exhausted.
"Damn it, Y/N. I said milk me dry." Porco grabbed a fistful of hair and turned you over, yanking your head back to shove his cock down your throat. How on earth did he have so much stamina? You hollowed your cheeks and triedto suck, but it was him actually fucking your pretty mouth. "Are you gonna keep being a little bitch?"
"Nu-uh!" You shook your head, the word muffled by his girth. Your cheeks were burning from the lack of air, your eyes watery and red.
"Good." He groaned, thick, hot strings of his seed shooting down your throat. "Swallow." Porco held your head back as he slowly pulled out, the bitter taste lingering on your tongue.
You laid on the bed and pulled him next to you, unaware of what to do or say. Your body relaxed when he looped an arm around your shoulders, your head resting on his chest.
"Do you still hate me?" He asked.
"It depends. Are you gonna blast music at three in the morning?"
"Yep."
"Well, there's your answer." You laughed and planted a kiss on his cheek.
"Listen, I'm not sorry you got stood up tonight. I mean, I am, but I'm not-"
"Porco, stop talking. It was never going to work out with him, anyway."
"Fair enough." He shrugged, lips pursed and eyes narrowed. "What if I take you out?"
"Like a date, or a murder?"
"It depends. Are you gonna call the cops on me again?"
"I'll try not to?"
"A date, then."
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Pairing: Haechan x reader
Genre: fluff, enemies to best friends to lovers, college au
Synopsis: he was the sun but you liked the moon more.
Word count: 6.3k (I know it's literally double the word limit 🥲)
Warnings: swearing
a/n: this is dedicated to @bl--ankhaeji, for the secret santa (@neoculturechristmas ), I hope you have a great holiday and a happy new year <3 sorry I made you wait forever!
Beautiful was the moon, the way she gracefully arose to the sky shining down on earth guiding those who travelled late at night. Accompanied by the stars, she outshone all those no matter how much she showed of herself in the night sky. In winter she ruled the skies with her reign lasting even when the sun would emerge, she would still look mesmerising and for that reason you loved winter. With the moon high above watching over you and the white specs of snow that gracefully fell, illuminated by white light; you walked through the empty campus back towards your dorm, it was pretty late but there were still a few passing bodies that relieved some of your building anxiety.
Once you approached near, your fingers had already begun to numb, the tip of your nose kissed with frost and your toes frozen in place despite the many layers trying to keep you warm. Your hands shake slightly as you try to lift the key to the lock, hearing your struggles to open the door your roommate comes and saves you as he opens the door before you can. The warmth of the house engulfs you and it's like a pair arms have wrapped round you, protecting you from the harsh cold outside, instantly you begin to warm up.
"Why do you insist on walking back in a blizzard" Jaemin rolls his eyes and shakes his head as he steps aside letting you in and closing the door behind you. "Literally just call me or Jeno and we'll pick you up" he whines, as always nagging and telling you off in the most loving way, and it only makes you smile, genuinely touched that he cares so much about you.
"Because Jaems you both have lives and I don't want to be a hassle" you say as you rid yourself of your outside gear and then make your way to the living room, him following shortly behind you. Jaemin and Jeno are both good friends, more like brothers or as you like to put it, guardian angels that the goddess of the moon sent to you upon your new dawn here at Neo University. From showing up when you needed an apartment to being there to remind you to eat when you were studying late into the night, you were indebted to them forever. "You could never be a hassle," Jaemin argues.
"Who's a hassle?" Jeno walks into the room, food in hand and he chucks you both your favourite snack and again you're reminded how much they take care of you. "Me. I'm a hassle" you raise your arm, waving your hand a bit and Jeno sits beside you, covering himself and you in a blanket as he shoots you his famous eye smile, that reminds you of a crescent moon.
"Last I checked you were a y/n, not a hassle" Jeno giggles, you and Jaemin both rolling your eyes at his incredibly bad jokes, though you're used to them by now. After a good few seconds of him still laughing at the horrible joke, he clears his throat "anyways Jaemin is right but if you don't wanna rely on us, how about you get a boyfriend" he raises his eyebrows.
"Well sorry to break it to you but there are no decent guys in this uni" Jeno pouts and Jaemin quickly chucks in a "hey we go here too" in protest, but you continue within the same breath, "all fuckboys who truly do not give a shit about anything but getting their dick wet" you huffed out in obvious built up annoyance directed to the male species.
"What about Renjun? He's decent and you guys are good friends" Jeno asks "surely if you're friends, he has to be decent"
"I saw Renjun in diapers, his mum's shown me pictures of him as a naked baby, I could never date him;he's literally my brother" you list off the reasons as to why you could never see Renjun in that way, you had known each other since before you could walk.
"Maybe you should stop brother zoning guys then" Jaemin says under his breath in a pout and you send slit eyes his way and he smiles at you in return.
"Okay what about Haechan" and as those words fall from Jeno's mouth, laughter erupts from Jaemin. Again you roll your eyes for what seems like the tenth time in this conversation, Jeno is visibly confused by both your reactions as his eyebrows furrow and nose scrunches up slightly. "What's so funny" this comment only makes Jaemin laugh more and you throw a pillow at him in hopes of shutting him the fuck up but it doesn't. "Best joke you've ever told" Jaemin says in between laughs "she hates Haechan's guts"
"I don't hate him" you snap back at him and Jeno's confused look turns into a surprised one "hates a strong word, i just dislike him" you explain yourself but Jeno's expression is dying for a better explanation "I find him insufferable and annoying as hell"
"But why" Jeno says almost in a cry "he's nice, fun and honesty is the mood maker. He's great." Jaemin nods along showing that he agrees with Jeno
"If he's so great, you date him" you roll your eyes and it's a childish comment but the topic of Lee Haechan and him in general brings that side of you out. "I think he's self absorbed, thinking he's the center of the universe and lights up everyone's world" Haechan calls himself the sun and honestly it's obnoxious but fitting you think. To all those around him he seems like the sun, but even the sun is insignificant amongst the millions of stars in the universe. He's just the center of a solar system that's amongst millions of others. He's nothing special but he thinks he is and it sums him up pretty well you think plus you've always liked the moon more anyways. "Also can we drop my depressing love life and watch a movie" you sigh, it’s not like you weren’t already thinking about you being incredibly single, you didn’t need these two idiots to remind you.
"Yeah please, she's hopeless anyways" and again you throw another cushion at Jaemin, landing square on his face,”I’m not wrong” he cries out, hugging the pillow “you refuse to get a driver’s licence too” and you jab him in the ribs with you elbow causing his to yelp, again rolling your eyes.
A few days past and much to your relief the topic of both, relationships and Haechan don’t come up again but it was silly of you to assume that God would be so kind to let it drop so easily. Of course Jeno had to bring it up the next time he saw Renjun, “So i was the only one who didn’t know y/n hates Hyuck” Jeno whines a little too loudly in the cafe you all were seated in. It’s a small place, right on campus, decorated with strings of fairy lights that give off a warm hue to the place; it’s open all day and it’s here you found Jeno and Jaemins want for a roommate poster on the notice board. “Jeno can you be quiet, anyone can overhear and like i said i don’t hate him” your voice dropped into a whisper as if it could undo any damage Jeno may have done and you spoke through gritted teeth.
"It's not like he's here" he argued back and as if he had summoned him Lee freaking Haechan walks through the cafe doors. He strides in with confidence circling around him, dressed in his infamous playboy outfit, the leather jacket and black combat boots, he holds a smirk across his face as he scans the room; all eyes are on him as the bell that hung above the door announces his arrival as if royal blood coursed through his veins. In these moments you understand why Haechan believes he is the center of the universe because here everyone orbits him, everyone but you. Everyone stops and stares, their eyes lingering at each step he takes and each expression he makes. Their weary of his eyes, just in case they stop on theirs, everyone but you because you couldn't care any less. The sun is blinding and it's irritating and you'd much rather avoid it, as he steps closer towards your table; recognising the boys that accompany you, he smiles and waves in their direction, you get up to leave. "I need to go" you blurt out, pushing your chair out abruptly, it scrapes against the floor, the screech making you cringe. "I'm gonna be late for my next lesson" you clear your throat of any awkwardness and grab your things before any of them could question or comment on the situation, you rush past Haechan not giving him a second look.
Jeno's eyes widen at the scene that had just unfolded in front of him, his mouth slightly gaping, Renjun sighs and rolls his eyes before giving a welcoming smile to Haechan who stands there confused whilst Jaemin simply continues to drink his coffee, firmly believing if he act like it didn't happen, then did it really happen. "Is y/n okay?" Haechan asks with genuine concern in his voice and in the same breath he continues to question the three, "is it me or does she always seem to leave when I arrive?"
The three sit there in slight awkwardness that hangs in the air, it's not hard to answer this question, the simple answer would be a yes. Another simple answer would be to just shrug him off and tell him you have a lecture, a lie but still a rather simple answer and before the lie could leave Renjun's mouth, the truth slips out of Jeno's. "Yeah she absolutely hates you" Haechan's smile falters and Jaemin chokes on air.
"What the fuck Jeno" Renjun gawked, jaw hanging, there's a heavy silence and it probably only lasted a few seconds but it felt like forever as everyone just stared at each other, only breaking when Jaemin laughs a little raising confusion amongst the three others who stare back at him. "Good joke Jeno, best one you've told" he places hand on Jeno's shoulder and kicks him under the table. Laughter erupts from both Jeno and Renjun as they try and attempt to cover up the damage. "Yeah y/n just has a lesson" Renjun laughs out and tries to emphasise this to Haechan who's now laughing but with obvious hesitation in it, awkwardness still sitting in the air.
"Oh shit, I just forgot I had to meet up with Mark" Haechan waves to the boys as he leaves the cafe, a sigh leaves his mouth as he finally exits the cafe, his shoulders drop and a deep breath he didn't know he was holding left his lungs. He sees your figure still in the distance and he's not sure what takes over him but his legs being to move. Faster and faster, Haechan runs towards your figure that only seems to be getting further, maybe it was his pride that was hurt or maybe it was curiosity as to why you hated him or maybe it was because Haechan liked a challenge.
The heavy steps and heaving breaths catch up to you quickly, getting louder and louder you stop and turn back, Lee Haechan stands chest rising and falling rapidly bent down with his hands on his knees trying to catch his breath. "Haechan, what the hell are you doing?" He lifted his finger up indicating for you to give a minute for his lungs to catch up with his body, you roll your eyes and it’s action that doesn't go unnoticed as he begins to speak through his heaving breaths, struggling. “I heard you hate me” it’s breathy and deep but you make it out all the same, a wave or shock and slight embarrassment overtakes you, a heat rising up your neck and to your cheeks and you’re quick to shake your head, denying his allegations. “No. what? no i don’t-” you stammer over your words until you're cut off by Haechan, as always he’s the one that controls the conversation.
“Jeno told me” he clears his voice, finally have caught his breath, “by the look on renjun’s face and your reaction, he wasn’t lying” you grimace at his words “so I’m here to change your mind” Your mouth gapes as he stands there glowing in the white light that reflects off the snow, it angers you how beautiful he looks yet his ego is insufferable and too suffocating for you to focus on that.
“Fuck you Lee Jeno” you mumble under your breath and haechan smirks at the comment, “honestly Haechan i don’t hate you” you begin to explain hoping you’ll get out of this, whatever this is. “I just don’t like you as much as others do and that’s normal”
“No it’s not” again your cut off and you’re pretty convinced he’s in love with the sound of his own voice with how many times it’s happened “you can’t hate me” and at this you scoff, eyes rolling back so far into your head you’re sure they’ll get stuck.
“I have a lesson” you say turning on your heels, every conversation with Haechan is a reminder as to why you can’t stand him. He loves himself a little too much, he has a superiority complex that’s consistently being fed, he thinks he’s the epitome of perfection and he thinks he’s the sun, center of everyone’s universe.
“What lesson, I’ll walk you there” he says as he follows your footsteps, prisoning you as he wraps his arm around yours, you're confused, shocked and baffled, legs stopping, as you look down at the junction where both your arms meet and you try to release yourself but his grip is too strong. “Come on, let’s go” he pulls you, not knowing where your lesson is. “You’re a history major right?” he keeps talking, not allowing you to even answer the question “so you must either be in building B or C, but since psych usually runs at this time in C, i guess your in B” again he doesn’t waste a second before pulling you towards the building he assumes is where your lesson is. You pull back, still in complete shock as to everything that’s going on, you just said you didn’t like him and by how quickly he was able to deduce where you next lesson is, you're pretty certain he knows you don't’ want to spend any time with him and of course he knows, the smirk is evident of that. He doesn’t care what you want, for his pride you must like him because the existence of your hatred itself is an imperfection of his, a cloud covering the sun.
“Haechan just please leave me alone” it’s like you're speaking to a wall, completely ignored as he just navigates his way to your building, arm still interlinked with yours and every now and then when you try to pry your hand out, his grip tightens. “You’re hurting my arms” you deadpan and he turns back, loosening his grip and rubbing your arm.
“Sorry” he laughs a little and smiles, you don’t know what it is but for the first time you’ve looked at Haechan and the irking feeling of wanting to punch his face isn’t there, his face looking a little less punchable. You shake your head, choosing not to believe the bubbling feelings of butterflies and warmth on your stomach as that smile replays in your head, again and again. You let him continue leading you to lecture, too tired to fight anymore.
You don’t even notice when you’ve reached your destination blindly following Haechan, until he stops suddenly turning again as he flashes his brightest smile and it’s as if golden rays are dancing on your skin, lighting you up, sparking warmness in your chest. You’re flying too close to the sun. “We’re here” he says happily and finally releases your arm from his captive.
“Thanks” you mumble annoyed but not as annoyed as you thought you’d be, there was a warmth that comforted you, a woody musk that swirled around you placing you in a trance. Haechan glowed, ethereal he was with all his beauty on display and you realise if kept his mouth shut more often you probably would be just as in love as all the other girls but thank god he doesn’t have an off switch because you will not fall in love with Lee Haechan. The one who melts hearts and burns skin, everyone who’s got too close bursting into flames.
“I’ll see you after your class” he waves turning back to the direction you just came from, your heart finally returning back to a normal pace the further Haechan walks away from you, the cold from the snow returning to your skin, finally your world has span on its axis away from the sun allowing the moon’s white light to cool you down and comfort you.
Your lecture went on for about two hours, your eyes nearly closing towards the end as at this point not even caffeine isn’t getting you through these long days and you’re sure your lack of sleep is causing you to hallucinate, because there sat at the bottom of the stairs that lead up to building B stands Lee Haechan, Lee fucking Haechan. When he said see you after class you didn’t think he meant straight after class. Fear rises and you beg he doesn’t turn around. It’s fine you tell yourself, just don’t look in his direction and don’t draw any attention to yourself. You walk down the first couple of stairs, slowly thinking it’ll make you invisible or something and then comes the screams. Girls that flock past shouting Haechan’s names, he turns around and there he sees you, nose scrunched up as you cringe at the banshees and sigh in defeat as your attempt of an eclipse fails.
Haechan waves at the girls as he walks up to you, snatching your folders out your arms he carries, “so where are we off to now?” he asks, grabbing your hands in his, your hands are cold, fingers frozen but his are warm, a never ending supply of heat emitting off of him.
“I’m going to the library” you say, taking your hand out of his “no idea where you’re going to next” you smile at him, snatching your folder back. Haechan can’t help but smirk, he really loves a challenge.
“Oh wow what a coincidence, I was on my way there too” he smiles and takes your folders back out of your grasp, “so let me help you” you let a deep sigh out and close your eyes trying to regain some of your patience. You decide it’s best to not fight it, you walk past him letting him carry your folders and he runs to be by your side again catching your hand in his. You don’t know he’s playing but you allow it to happen, after spending two hours learning about medieval medicine, eyes closing slightly, you allow Haechan to warm up your hands. Some sun is good for you, right?
“So you just not gonna work” you look up from the book you’ve been staring at for the last thirty minutes, Haechan choosing your face to stare at instead, he only smiles at your word as he rests his head on his hand.
“I am studying” he says with mock offence as if he’s been accused of something he hasn’t done, “I’m studying beauty” he smirks looking directly in your eyes and all though you roll them an unbearable heat still manages to rise up. “You hungry? we should take a break”
“Why is my face boring you” you look down at the book, trying your best to stay focused but the universe really isn’t letting that happen today. For it places a giant burning ball of fire in your path, one that feels warm from a distance but once you instantly get too close you’ll combust, so you have to keep your distance not ready to give your heart up for anyone just yet.
“No never” again in that sarcastic offended tone, that just irks you, seriously you’re impressed at your patience in not having punched him in the jaw by now. “But i thought you might be getting bored and studying History must make you hungry”
“I’m not hungry, thanks” you cut him off, not looking up from your book hoping that the less interest you show, the quicker he gets bored. However, like you said, the universe is not allowing that to happen and your body betrays you for not feeding it earlier. Your stomach rumbles and it doesn’t help that the library is dead silent, the sound echoes and Haechan lets out a soft laugh.
“I think you are, don’t worry I’ll go get snacks” instantly getting up and heading towards the vending machine that awaits outside. This is it you think to yourself, this is your chance to escape his burning presence, finally be free and all you have to do is run out the door. Quickly you pack up your belongings, shoving everything into your bag before Haechan comes back and out the library door you ran, freeing yourself from his burning presence but not for long as he trails after you. As a kid you thought the Sun was following you as you would stare out the window of the moving car, thinking you were the center of the galaxy, only to find out you orbit the Sun instead but now as the sun trails after you, his legs speeding up to reach your side, you guess you are at the center of this galaxy. "Why do you keep running" he shouts as he tries his best to reach you
"Because you're insufferable, Lee Haechan" you shout back, still keeping up your fast pace, not taking a second to spare him a glance.
"And you think you're not" he scoffs and sighs in disbelief, a sound that makes your skin crawl. “I hate to break it to you but you’re pretty annoying too” and the statement shoots straight to your heart, out of all people who was he to say that, causing your legs instinctively to turn; your fast and loud stomps directed straight at him.
“I’m the annoying one? Says the one who’s none stop bothering me for hurting his superiority complex. I’m sorry Haechan that you’re not as perfect as you thought you were, sorry that one person in this whole world doesn’t like you and I’m sorry you aren’t the center of my universe” you step closer and closer as you ramble about what about him just infuriates you and all Haechan can do is roll his eyes at you and even has the nerve to let out a small laugh that only seeps wrath further into your bloodstream, intoxicating you. Everything about Lee Haechan does that to you, his smirk, his attitude, his carved by the gods features and that damn smile. He’s a menace, the core of chaos and the true essence of calamity and yet somehow it’s exhilarating enough for you to crave his presence and it causes your skin to crawl, your eyes to roll. Too close and you’ll burn. “What’s so funny?” annoyance dripping of every word.
“I just find it funny how you’ve placed me on a pedestal in your head of being perfect, superior and then decided to hate me because of it” he inches closer, heat radiating off his body , his lips so close to yours, you feel the words that next leave his mouth with each movement, his breath sending chills down your spine “the image of me in your head, isn’t my fucking problem” he steps back after finally being satisfied with how startled he’s left you, leaving you dazed as his words hit you hard. His warmth no longer there, you shiver yet his words still hang in the air as they plague your mind, repeating themselves again and again. He walks further away and you let him have the last say because you're sure he’ll be back, his pride won’t allow you to hate him for much longer, won’t allow you to block his rays of light. He’s right the way you perceive him isn’t his problem but that doesn’t mean he won’t go out of his way to change that and nor does it mean your perception of him is wrong, even if it’s just at surface level you know enough about Lee Haechan to predict his next move. He’ll be back.
"Ugh" you scream out, letting out a deep sigh, eye's screwed shut as you let the snow fall on your face in hopes of letting it cool you down but then there's a burning on your wrist, fire swirling around you, sparks dancing on your skin and stars shoot through your bloodstream. You're pulled and pushed, swung around until your eyes land back on his, you should've known the sun never really disappears even when it sets, eyes burning red; anger, passion or lust you’re not quite sure but burning orbs are staring right at you. You don’t even have time to respond as both his hands reach up, gripping at the side of your face, holding tight as he crashes his lips onto yours. Your lips melted, his in a hurry as he harshly pressed against yours, passion overflowing in each rough movement, his warmth radiant and you welcome the burning sensation for once. Finally you move your lips against his. The kiss is messy, teeth clashing against each other occasionally, with his grip on your face tightening, you crumpling his shirt as you hold on as if you’d fall without support, his scent intoxicating and strong and you press your body further into his and it’s as if a knot has come undone. As if the air it’s self released a heavy sigh as it seems lighter and all fades away as you begin to float, lips moving in perfect unison until the last of the oxygen in your lungs is exchanged and the burning scorches your lung even after Haechan pulls away, with a heaving chest. “Try hating me with that” he huffs out, lips swollen and eyes glossy and again the sun sets.
Again he leaves you stunned, holding on to your lips as you walk home in hopes that the warmth from them won’t leave just yet, the scene playing in your head over and over again as if it was the greatest blockbuster but a buzzing snaps you out of it and you flinch at the sudden noise. Your phone flashing bright with an unknown number, hesitantly you pick up. “Um hello” nerves evident in your voice
“I’m picking you up tomorrow at 5, be ready” and with that you roll your eyes, his voice still annoying your ears. “Also before you ask, Jeno gave me your number” he tells you as if he could hear your thoughts aloud.
“I’m gonna kill you Lee” you whisper under your breath and Haechan isn’t sure if it was directed at him or Jeno but he hopes it would be the latter and chooses to ignore it.
“Anyways 5pm, okay” he repeated once again, asking for confirmation that you heard him.
“You really can’t just leave me alone, can you?” you whine in annoyance but Haechan finds it cute and it only pushes him more to continue bothering you.
“And have you forget me and my handsome face, never could allow that now could we” he teases
“Handsome? More like punchable, trust me i could never forget how much i want to just wipe that smirk off your face” you argue back, how could he even think you could forget him after that kiss. It’s all you could think about.
Ignoring your comment, he continues “Yeah well 5 tomorrow, I’ll be waiting outside your place, dress warmly” he tells you for the third time and without even saying bye, hangs up.
“Ugh stupid Lee Haechan” you kick some snow in your path as you continue to walk home.
When you got home that evening you didn’t waste a second in trying to kill Jeno, trying would have turned into having killed Jeno if it wasn’t for Jaemin who had been there to hold you back. Yet that’s the last thing on your mind right now, now all you can think about is what to wear tomorrow. “Something warm” you keep repeating to yourself, mind wandering to where you'll be going instead of choosing something to wear and time flies past and before you know it, it’s already 5pm. Haechan is outside honking, being his usual obnoxious self, having no patience as usual. You run out the house, shoes not even on properly and quickly shooting Jeno a middle finger as he smirks watching you leave. He’s honking all the way until you sat down in the car. “You’re so annoying, you know that right” you tell him as you fasten your seatbelt.
“Yes, you remind me every breathing moment” he rolls his eyes and starts driving, christmas songs playing.
“Well if you weren’t so annoying every breathing moment, i wouldn’t have to remin-” your cut off by your own breath that gets stuck in your throat as you look down to find his hand holding onto yours that rests on your thigh and you see the smirk he holds on your face as he’s proud he managed to shut you up. “You were saying” he teases and you clear your throat as he laughs slightly.
“Like I said annoying” you move your hand from under his yet it gets worse as he just rests his hand on your thigh, heat seeping through your jeans.
“You call it annoying, I call it charming” he turns to you as he pulls up at a red light, flashing you a beautiful smile causing you to scoff, crossing your legs, his hand drops off your thigh.
“Anyways where are we going?” ignoring his earlier comment, done with arguing for now.
“Surprise” he tells you, taking your hand back in his, his grip loose and when you make no effort to move, an eternal smile is plastered on his face as his grip tightens. The music fills the car, you hum along to every song that plays.
“Well then music major” you start up conversation again “how about you sing for me” you turn to him, hands still intertwined. Haechan only laughs at your request “hey I’m being serious, all the rumours that Lee Haechan is good looking, has a great sense of humour and can sing”
“And you believe them?” he asks, still smiling.
“Well your jokes aren’t for me but humour differentiates, so prove you can sing”
“Ah, so you think I’m good looking” he comments, smile only growing bigger.
“I didn’t say that” you scoff
“Yeah and you didn’t say I wasn't” he retorts, smile turning into a smirk as he feeds his own ego.
‘Are you gonna sing or what” you pull your hand out of his and instantly he pulls it back as he suddenly agrees to sing for you.
“I sing like an angel hun, you’ll think you’re in heaven” he tells you again feeding into that forever growing ego of him
“I’m sure i will” every word dripping in sarcasm as you roll your eyes. He wasn’t wrong though, you jaw hung ever so slightly as he sang along with Mariah Carey, compared to him she was nothing. The once vocal goddess outshined by Lee Haechan as his angelic voice drowned hers out. It was beautiful and he knew it, continuously he left you dazed. You were lost for words, you couldn't describe how beautiful it was and all that could leave your mouth in that moment was “wow” you let out a heavy breath.
“I know” he laughs at your reaction. The rest of the ride was silent, on your part at least as you focused on the moments Haechan would sing along with some of the songs, even his humming was pretty. He glew when he sang, shining brightest.
Pulling up to the place, the light sparkles infinitely. Laughter rang through the air and there was warmth despite the snow that fell down. Your eyes lit up and for once being around Haechan didn't seem so bad.
"The winter carnival it's my favourite. I come every year" Haechan tells you as he grabs your hand in his, leading you towards the entrance.
"Oh and how many other girls have you brought here?" You tease him
"None" he turns to look at you and for once the fire that burns behind his eyes isn't blinding or intimidating, they sparkle. Instead of just the sun, a galaxy. You find yourself drawn into them, like a black hole he takes up all life around, light fading away until it's just you two by him. You move closer until you realise black holes destroy, the sun burns and you flinch backwards.
You clear your throat before shooting him a smile that's well rehearsed "let's go" you say softly, gripping his hand and this time you take the lead.
A few rides, hot chocolates and countless conversations, you find that Haechan isn't entirely what you thought he was. Yes he's confident, knows he's good looking and has swarms of girls after him but there's something about him that seems to balance it all yet you're not quite sure what it is but he doesn't allow you any moment to think anymore about it. Always dragging you from one stall to the next.
"I'll win the big Teddy for you" he declares, chest puffed out and embarrassment strikes through you. You would have never imagined standing here, watching Lee Haechan trying to throw down all the pins to win you a Teddy bear. Everything feels so surreal, a warmth bubbles up inside you as you watch him, tongue slightly sticking out as concentration takes over and you can't help but smile. The sun's beauty, clear. He shoot a few times, each time turning to see your reaction, promising he'll get it the next one and when he finally knocks down every pin. He pulls you in his arms, happiness practically seeping out of him. You can feel his heart beat against his chest or was it yours you weren't sure. Pointing at one of the big blue teddys at the back he hands it over to you. You almost fool the sparkles in his eyes for adoration as he nears you again, a smile stretched along his face. "I told you I'd win it for you" he says, cocky as ever.
"Thanks" you say so softly you're unsure if he heard but the smirk on his face says otherwise and thank god he couldn't hear nor feel your heartbeat as it fastened in pace, jumping and leaping against your ribs, answering to his voice. Your heart was ready to be his. That would've inflated his head a bit too much, and just when he couldn't do anything else to cause butterflies to burst, you watch as his eyes wander to a little girl, also trying to knock the pins down.
"Do you need help?" He asks her softly as though she was made of glass, she only nodes in return but he picks her up, placing her on his shoulders so she had a better view. Her arms extend backwards as she throws the ball, knocking down all the pins. Haechan shouting words of praise and a smile lights up the little girl's face as she grabs onto a large teddy bear.
"Thank you" she whispers, visibly shy once Haechan places her down and she hugs him. It was in this moment you could feel you were flying too close to the sun, heat rising, palms sweating and eyes sparkling as you watched him, the only source of light and the center of the universe.
Haechan begged you to go on one more ride with him before going home, the wind was harsher and the snow fell heavier and though the sun had set long ago, the moon’s reign seemed to be never ending. Your own sun was right by you, emitting light and heat endlessly, he held your hand and kept you close as you rode the ferris wheel to the top. The ride was silent most of the way, the occasional hum from Haechan as he stared out into the horizon, the dark sky filled with bright stars and the moon shining down, lights and Christmas decorations and a sfar as the eye could see white snow that illuminated under the moonlight. Once you reached the top, he turned to you. Your breath hitching as beauty stood in front of you, a stone statue carved by the gods to show the ability of their power, a rival to the moon’s beauty, a rival to the sun light and warmth and a rival to billions of stars that envied the way he shined, forever burning.
“So do you hate me now?” He asks a smirk always on that goddamn beautiful face of your and you can’t help but smile. Pulling him closer until he can feel your lips brush past his as you speak these next words.
“Shut up, isn’t this where you kiss me” you crash your lips onto his and you can feel his heart stop, taken back by your actions yet he doesn’t hesitate to kiss you back, lips moving in sync and you can feel his heat overtaking your body, your heart leaping. You’re flying too close to the sun, your wing’s melting and you’re falling. Falling in love with the sun.
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SENTENCE MEME ⟶ TASKMASTER / 9.2
always feel free to tweak the sentence to fit your muse.
'i am a leggy blond.’
‘i feel like a new man, actually.’
‘what i do now, when i’m shopping, is follow someone round who i think looks quite cool and then when they throw away their receipt, i take that receipt and then i buy what they’ve bought.’
‘there was a... a quite cool priest. didn’t have a collar, he might not have been a priest.’
‘slow down, mr keen.’
‘it’s a bagpipe but with no pipes. so it’s the best bit of the bagpipe but no chance of noise.’
‘i love it but it’s quite an intense sound.’
‘i think it looks like a willy warmer and joint testicle cooler.’
‘so these are super-sours, are they?’
‘in the olden days, when you had your lady-monthly... squirty thing, you weren’t allowed to use tampons unless you’d lost your virginity to a hobbit.’
‘that’s because sanitary towels were so bloody massive that only a crinoline would cover them up when you’re wearing them. so i think that tells us how far we’ve come.’
‘i made a bag, crocheted a little bag, and it’s the best bag cos i wrote ‘best’ on it.’
‘do you know how many social engagements i had to deny to make that bag? none! cos i crochet.’
‘until tonight i had no respect for the crocheter.’
‘it’s good if you’re a nudist and you need something to keep your phone in.’
‘you weren’t to know that, but i do.’
‘i’m quite a tall person and i was in a bin and then i was just waiting for someone to whack the bin with a frying pan.’
‘it seemed to me that you just decided to use some jedi mind trick on the bin.’
‘so you thought you’d outfoxed the whole system.’
‘i mean, it’s breathtaking arrogance.’
‘i was portraying the part of rubbish by hiding in a wheelie bin.’
‘don’t look at me! don’t look at me like that!’
‘you were like a really great sherlock holmes-type character until right at the end.’
‘you think sherlock holmes has ever missed a clue that huge right at the very beginning, though?’
‘yeah, i’m sorry about throwing the stethoscope at you.’
‘is this how you figure out you’re a ghost?’
‘why would i shout?’
‘i have no idea what you’re saying. can you just speak a bit louder?’
‘it’s almost like watching you being born.’
‘better than the grumpy old man smashing you over the head with a frying pan.’
‘it said at any point you could hit him over the head with a bin.’
‘i’m having a slight nervous breakdown.’
‘it’s flipping paper puzzle portrait pandemonium.’
‘is this going to be some kind of sudoku-style bollocks?’
‘i’ve been talking for nine minutes?’
‘this is a mind fuck actually.’
‘to be honest, he looks quite bad-tempered.’
‘tiny bit of bollock.’
‘i hate picturing things upside down.’
‘there comes a point where we have to get medical advice.’
‘it’s a normal person, all right? they’ve got hair on top, eyes, a nose, some knees.’
‘well, don’t start picking it apart. you’ve said it was good.’
‘hairy old guy, isn’t he?’
‘i’m not as upset with that as i thought i’d be.’
‘did you get a primary school child to do the outside bits?’
‘i know it doesn’t look like you, but i think i flattered you quite a lot there.’
‘is that a headless body?’
‘that is, you genuinely said at the time, a nuclear power station.’
‘my instinct is to do the opposite of what they’re suggesting.’
‘you look very first world war suddenly.’
‘do you want artichokes in your sandwich?’
‘were you playing silly old people music?’
‘you stopped for a fucking sandwich.’
‘i thought the whole point was to, in the most sinister way possible, whisper “guantanamo bay”.’
‘i did know we were doing it against the clock and i didn’t give a fuck.’
‘i’m just generally in a really good place right now.’
‘do you think that’s quite ominous that it meant humiliation?’
‘what’s wrong with you guys? you not fancy kicking back and enjoying a sandwich?’
‘the gobblers are now tailing off at the bottom.’
‘you don’t know what i’m supposed to be doing!’
‘smelling them, are you? he’s eating them. don’t eat it!’
‘that would have put the cat amongst the pigeons, i shouldn’t wonder.’
‘if you find yourself in an emergency situation up against the clock with disaster imminent, every second a crucial second, stop, pause, make yourself a lovely sandwich.’
#queue.#KIND / SENTENCE.#KIND / IN CHARACTER.#BASED ON / TV SHOW.#taskmaster#rp meme#sentence meme#rp sentences#rpc
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Bloom | 01
Genre: Hybrid!Namkook. fluorescence by @jincherie AU
Pairing: foxhybrid!Namjoon x Reader x bunnyhybrid!Jungkook ;(
Warnings: language. mention of hybrid trafficing/being sold into sex trafficing, fluff holy shit, angst, Smut (future), very cuddly and shy jungkook, stuttery shy BOYS. I really just wrote this for me.
Words: 5k+
Summary: In a world where humanity is increasingly motivated by how much cash can be made off of... well anything, you’re a human and hybrid rights lawyer. You will do anything to save the ones that never had a choice right from the date of their conception. Even if that means, adopting two hybrids that you absolutely did not mean to.
a/n: hello hello im back from the dead iuhbIUHBUYBGUY okay so, yes this isnt baby baby but i am a bit behind on that so i really hope posting this instead can satiate my sluts for a few more days until i have that done. I have a lot of this written so I will post this on a semi-regular schedule. rest of the schedule i posted will stay the same. it’s just baby baby that’s kicking my BUTT!!!! Lastly, I started writing this before Goo Hara passed away. Opening this document made me a little sad and also happy when i remember Hara and her love for eco-friendly fashion. I guess, this is kind of a tribute to her? anyhow, I hope you guys like it. please please please, validate me. :>)
"Y/n they're going to be sold to this man who works for a black market. What do I do? Oh god. I-I didn't know our company was into that business."
Your best friend is nearing the point of tears and you can understand her frustration. "Listen, Hara, take a deep breath and tell me when exactly this is happening."
A deep breath is taken as you'd suggested, before you hear Hara's voice again through the phone. "Okay... Okay. I was just told by Minseok that there is an auction for the remaining two from the past failed batches. Apparently two others have been adopted and the rest have been pawned off somewhere. I'm not sure. From our division of the company, these two are the ones that have not gone for further testing to be open to the regular public. A-And so now there is a super secret auction happening tonight. It's not open to the regular public as you already know but staff members are able to attend. What do I do y/n? I can't afford them. I have my own to deal with. These poor boys will go to some horrible owner who will use them f-for god knows what."
Now Hara was crying. Openly and brokenly for the possible fate of these 'failed' hybrids that her company had produced. This was a sticky situation and even you, a Human and hybrid rights lawyer, had limited ideas as to what could be done on such a short notice. But you were not about to give up.
"Hara, don't. They will not be bought by some hybrid trafficker okay? I won't let it happen. I will... I will at least try. It's my job, remember?"
Your optimism is convincing enough. And you wholeheartedly believed that something would give. These big corporations had their toes in everywhere and you didn’t yet know if they had already had a designated buyer on the black market they pawned their hybrids off to. Where there was money to be made - no company had morals rigid enough to stop themselves from the temptation. You already lived in an age where human trafficking was no longer a cause for activism or big debates. Not when more species - man made or not - had been created to take advantage of.
“Okay yeah. You’re a badass lawyer, you must have something up your sleeve right?” Her voice is shaky but you confirm with an enthusiastic nod she can’t see.
“Of course! I’ll kick their asses. Surely this can’t be legal? No blackmarket is. Let me have a look at what can be done. I’m assuming you can bring a plus one tonight?”
“Yeah I-I was given a ticket. You’ll be coming with me right?”
“That’s why I asked, silly.” Her relieved chuckle brings a smile to your own lips.
“I’ll see you there. Don’t give up hope until I do, alright?”
“Okay... You’re right.”
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“Fuck this. Fuck my life.” The curses escaped your mouth left and right as you looked over the dozens and dozens of papers splayed out on your oak desk.
Even your comfortable office chair couldn’t stop the knot building up between your shoulder blades. This was bad. Really bad. Corporate law allowed unfit materials to be sold to third parties. What these third parties did with those materials - the company of origin was no longer liable for. In short: These hybrids were going to be bought by someone sketchy with a crystal clear profile and no paper trail unless someone bid higher and bought them.
None of these bastards were rookies. They had solid paperwork where necessary and it would be near impossible to prove their illegal activities when all of them took place on the dark web. A place that opened up more threats and risks than solutions. No legislation covered hybrid rights that weren’t even registered yet. Whoever bought them would have to register them and then the hybrids would be able to receive the minimum protection they had a right to.But you can bet your father’s company that whoever bought them will never register them. Essentially these hybrids will be wiped out from the system.
Fingertips tapping against the wood, each passing minute was precious time lost. it was already 5pm. You had to leave for the dreaded auction in less than an hour and hour and yet here you sat in your chair. Hands itching to do something other than pick up the phone and tell Hara that you were at a loss. What could you do? Who would take them? You didn’t know anyone that was ready to add not one but two hybrids to their household. And ones that were not fully approved to be released. You couldn’t just lie and pawn them off to just anyone. Then you would not be any better than the company trying to get rid of them.
Sighing, you pack up the papers and documents you had initially thought would help. They were of no use anymore. All you could do was go and offer support to Hara. Or Maybe you were going because you still had hope that there would be someone who would save those hybrids. Hope was a dangerous thing for a woman like you but you had it. This was no time to wallow. So you smooth your skirt, touch up your makeup and put on your heels that had men double take.
Maybe you could scare and/or seduce these people in changing their mind?
You laugh at your absurdity, glancing in the mirror one last time before you leave with stacks of files in your hands. You could at least stall them.
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“Y/n! Thank god you’re here.” I’m not so sure about that. Though you opt for a gentle smile and meet her embrace enthusiastically.
You can hear the sniffles coming from Hara who has her head buried in your shoulder. “Hey, no crying okay? No matter what happens.” The comment has her pulling back just as quickly.
“What do you mean? You have a plan for tonight r-right? Y/n..”
How could you do this? Lie to her? This was not fair on her. On anyone really. It wasn’t your fault and neither hers for whatever would happen tonight. She needed to know what to expect. As much as your heart clenched and ached to say the words you were about to; it was important to mentally prepare for the worst.
“Hara... I couldn’t find anything.” Your frown is apologetic. Trying to convey how really truly sorry you were but it doesn’t stop the tears from brewing up in her eyes.
“Oh.. I thought- thought they had a chance y/n.” You reach out for her hand, wanting to alleviate her hurt as soon as possible.
“I will at least try to see who will buy them okay? Don’t worry. We can keep an eye out on who gets them. They will be alive at least, right?” Your attempt at finding a silver lining doesn’t make her look any more reassured than you felt.
Glancing at your watch, you motion towards the building. “Come on. Let’s go before they try and kick us out.”
Hara nods, numbly leading the way towards an auditorium where several people had already taken their seats. You’re not sure how many people you were expecting, but it definitely wasn’t... this. There were at best 10 people here. All ten seemingly looked like they knew each other. This could only mean one thing. That this sale was to some degree, arranged. As in, multiple buyers were from the same company posing as separate customers to maximise their chances of acquiring the hybrids.
“Hara, have you seen any of these people before?” Your whisper has her craning her neck to have a good look at all of the men sitting in the front few rows.
“No, I don’t think so.” Her furrowed brows turn to you instead, “Do you recognise any of them?”
Shaking your head, you follow her down the stairs to sit in the row behind the last pair of buyers who were sitting.
“Whoever they are... they don’t look like they are all strangers.” Hara is gripping on to your arm when she hears you, visibly nervous once again. “I’m just speculating, okay?”
Your attempt to ease her, once again, is not enough. But you don’t try again since you don’t even believe your own words. The auctioneer however, stops you from thinking further about the impending events of the night. The man stands in a lab coat, glancing at his watch before he brings his mouth closer to the mic on the dice.
“Let’s begin gentleman... and ladies.” He seems to be surprised to see you and Hara sitting at the back. And before he begins further, he motions someone. Another man approaches the auctioneer and listens carefully as the other whispers. A few seconds later, his eyes fall back to where you sat with your best friend.
Hara’s grasp on your arm tightens once again when the man heads to your general direction. On instinct, your back straightens, posture more solid than before so as to not give anyone the wrong impression that they can mess with you unwarrantedly.
“Excuse me Miss.?”
“Yes?” Your curt reply surprises him but he recovers fast, glancing towards Hara before talking to you again.
“Are you a guest of Ms. Hara?”
“Obviously.” Your unwavering gaze visibly unnerves him. It was obvious to anyone there but you had an idea this was some sort of test.
“May I see your ticket please?” His bogus smile annoys you more than it should. Nonetheless, Hara is fishing out the ticket from her purse and showing the man. He inspects it longer than he should and finally walks back to the auctioneer to let him know you had the right to be here.
“Who would do that if they weren’t running a hoax?” You ask Hara before you can stop yourself.
“Alright. Apologies for the delay. We will now begin. As you are all aware, we are auctioning two of our very elite hybrids from a rare batch. They have not progressed to the next stage of screenings and tests due to some technical difficulties. Thus, we are here to give them a chance at a new home rather than a painful end.” He looks in the audience for effect. Euthanasia is what he meant.
“These hybrids are fully functional however lack a few abilities they were initially designed for. Due to these technical issues deeming them failed to proceed, they are available for purchase at a much lower cost than what they are sold for on the market.” The auctioneer looks so smug the urge to smack his across the face is almost irresistible.
“Right, bring them out Wonho.” Everyone is watching carefully, waiting for the ‘failed’ hybrids and you don’t know what you were expecting.
Not what you see though. Definitely not. Because the two - tall - hybrids entering the stage are not what you expect. Peach and silver tones greet your eyes as well as incredibly sculpted faces. The peach haired hybrid seems to cling to the silver haired one. The man leading the two hybrids seems to be frustrated with their slow pace, giving the peach haired hybrid a little shove and there is only so much you can do to not yell at the top of your lungs for him to get his hands off of them.
The man sighs, letting the two hybrids to just stand in the middle when the peach haired one does not stand apart from the other hybrid. While the shorter of the two hybrids - and much, much shyer - looks around anxiously at the people in the auditorium, the silver haired one has his features set in stone. His eyes don’t look alarmed, they don’t seem scared. He just looks numb. He stares ahead at the people sitting in front of him while the peach haired boy visibly shakes, breathing fast and eyes flitting across every surface. He takes a step back, hiding part of his body behind his silver haired companion for comfort.
“There you have them. The peach haired specimen is a Oryctolagus cuniculus or - a bunny in more simplistic terms. The silver haired specimen is an arctic fox, Vulpes lagopus. Both hybrids are off a rare species and very sought after on the market. Due to technical issues, once again, unfortunately, we are only able to sell them in a pair. They are useless on their own.”
The candid way the auctioneer speaks of them has your blood boiling. But what gets you more is the laughter that sounds in the auditorium. Did these assholes think they were funny? The hybrids - entirely human or not - were present in the room with them. Did they not have any ounce of respect for them? Hara was not faring any better. Watching with a frown as chatter continued among the buyers. The bunny looked even more disturbed, looking around at every man in the front few rows - before his eyes landed on you.
The gasp that leaves you is abrupt. His pained expression holds your gaze, eyes wide and chest heaving. The bunny jumps when the auctioneer speaks again.
“We will now start the bid at $1000. $1200 anyone?” Several hands go up before the auctioneer raises the price to $1400.
Bald, greasy men exchanging glances and crude remarks as they talk amongst themselves. Your heart is thumping, your blood thinning. With each passing second, your throat seems to be closing up. There was nothing you could do to save them, was there? The further the price went up, the more panicked and distraught the bunny looked, gripping his fox companion harder, hiding behind him even more. The silver haired fox looked much like what you had stopped Hara from looking only this morning. Hopeless. His mouth was set in a thin line - just taking in the scenario in front of him. It was obvious he saw his fate before his very eyes and instead of futilely hoping that someone would save them - he stares his aggressors in the eyes.
“Brilliant! We’re at $3000 for the gentleman in the first row. Anyone for $3500?” The said man looked positively smug, sitting with his legs spread lewdly. Most likely sure that no one would contest that price.
Definitely not you.
“$4000.” Your voice yelling above everyone else is even foreign to your own ears. An outer body experience as you watch yourself look the auctioneer straight in his eyes, daring anyone in the room to go higher up on the price. But most of all, you watch the silver haired hybrid’s gaze waver for the first time - looking at you in such surprise like it was the first time he was noticing you.
“Ah... Anyone for $4500?” Only one other hand goes up. The man that had been the prospective buyer before. His face is ballooning with the amount of blood that’s rushing to it.
“Y/n? What are you doin?!” Hara’s frantic whispering flies over your head as you call out once more.
“$6000. Final offer.” You look at the other men in the seats beneath you, challenging them to dispute your offer.
The atmosphere is tense, thick with the tension brewing inside the auditorium and yet you don’t shy away from the angry glares being shot your way. A minute passes. No more offers.
“Sold to Miss?”
“Y/n.”
“-Miss Y/n. Thank you all for participating.” The loud chatter is instantaneous as the auctioneer motions the other lab rat to, assumably, gather the hybrids and their things.
“Y/N! Oh my god.” Hara has all but engulfed you in a tight hug once more. Shaking you slightly out of your own shock. This was not what you had planned but it was done.
She finally pulls back, checking you over like you were ill. “A-Are you sure about this? Oh god, okay we need to head up to the podium.”
Just like she doesn’t wait for your answer, you had not waited for your own either. You hadn��t even asked yourself the question before you had so blindly bid on the two hybrids. You’d been waiting for someone to save them. Someone to come barging in and take them away from these cruel people. Never in a millenia had you thought that someone might be you.
“Here you are Miss. You can deposit a check right now or eftpos the payment. Up to you.”
Benumbed, you take out your phone to open the phone banking application. When you’ve made sure there are sufficient funds transferred from your savings account, you wave your card in front of the auctioneer wordlessly. From the corner of your eyes, you can feel the two hybrids watching you. You wished they had at least let them wait in some sort of waiting room and not witness the jarring experience of several people bidding over them.
“Excellent! The transaction has been approved and a receipt will be emailed to you if you can fill out this form here.” Glancing at the hybrids standing a few feet away from you, clutching a duffle bag each, you try and put down your details as fast as you can.
They had already looked like they wanted to be as farther away from this place as possible and the feeling was mutual. Hara was beside you the whole time, waiting for any cue from you to provide some sort of support or whatever you needed her to do. And if your tongue worked - you would thank her as you filled out the space on the form asking you of your email address. It was sickening how easy it was for you to just... buy them! Would they not do a security or police check on you? Make sure that these hybrids are going to at least a safe home?
You were aware of the long process of hybrids that were ordered from the company. The company had a thorough process of making sure their clients were reputable and trust-worthy. That they wouldn’t do bodily harm to the hybrids but that was a facade so these companies wouldn’t have to spend money in compensation if a client had abused their hybrid in any way and had not been satisfied with what they had ordered. It was a guise. These people didn’t give two shits if the hybrids were not of expectation and couldn’t make them money.
“Am I done here?” Your tone was curt and the auctioneer could sense it.
The fact that you’d fished out more than enough cash for some ‘failed’ hybrids - he was interested in you as a potential future client. You were aware that hybrids of their breed went for $5000 - maximum. The previous greasy bald man had been close to closing a deal for $3000 until you had butted in. So obviously, they were going to kiss your ass.
“Yes Ma’am. That’s all we needed. The hybrids are good to go. Their bags have their guidebooks with them. Thank you for shopping with us.” his bright smile makes you want to hit him with your designer bag.
But even this leather was too good to be wasted on these assholes. “Y/N? Please look a little more friendly. You’ll scare the bunny away.” Hara is speed walking besides you, trying to convince you to soften your stance when you stop right before the bench they had been sitting on.
“Follow me, boys.” You’re not rude. You don’t sound mean either. But you don’t particularly sound like you wanted them. And as much as that was the truth to some degree, you didn’t not want them.
The silver haired hybrid hesitates - watching you with wide, curious eyes. Not the harsh way his eyes had scanned the room before but not exactly friendly and enthusiastic like the bunny. The bunny that was currently tugging on the silver fox’s sleeve wordlessly. His doe eyes silently ask his friend to follow you. But when his feet stay rooted to the same spot, you can’t help but sigh.
“Is there a problem?” A moment’s silence. Then finally the silver haired boy shakes his head, grasping the bunny’s hand and follows you out of the building.
Hara is gripping your hand, relieved tears in her eyes and you can’t keep looking. Because you couldn’t promise her that you would take good care of them. “Thank you Y/n. You didn’t have to do that but... but you did. You’re a good person and these boys are lucky to have you.”
Her eyes are earnest. You know she means every word and she can sense your inner turmoil at your own ability to take care of them. The boys can’t hear you both talking since they are standing near your car, obediently waiting for you. Taking a look at them huddled in the back seat, you turn back to Hara.
“Thanks Har. I will try my best. They deserve a shot at a normal and secure life. I won’t let you down.”
“And you,” she cups your face, making you look back at her. “You deserve love too. I have seen the bunny hybrid in the lab. He will heal all your wounds too. Please be happy and patient with them, okay?”
You nod, a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes but genuine nonetheless. “I’ll see you later. Love you.”
You just wave her goodbye, standing until her car pulls away. Looking back at the two boys waiting patiently in the car - you take a moment to gather yourself.
“Fuck... fuck. Fuck!” You don’t scream out loud. not really. But anyone walking by would be able to see you were stalling something. That something is going to your car and then going home.
Taking a deep breath, you decide to bite the bullet and face the reality. Getting in the driver’s seat, you look back at the two hybrids watching you from your rearview mirror. Giving them a small smile, you notice the bunny hybrid’s shoulders relax a little.
“Let’s go home.” Your voice is light and airy. Hoping to put them at ease. They were yours now.
You were their saviour.
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“Home sweet home.” Letting them pass you, entering the condo, you let them take in their surroundings.
The bunny is still latched on to the taller hybrid’s flannel, hiding behind him when the fox hybrid comes to stand beside a couch. Both of them look at you - as if waiting for you to allow them to sit. The silver haired fox is holding on to the bunny’s hand, watching you with a dour look.
“Go on.” You head motions towards the comfortable three seater couch. “Have a seat. No need to be shy.”
Of course, you want to palm yourself after your remark. Of course they were shy. Well, the bunny mostly. The fox looked to be very suspicious and not exactly friendly. Though you could understand his apprehension. He was about to be sold to some very nefarious people. He seemed to be a bit older than the bunny and had a look of ambiance that only came with experiencing harsh times. Your heart felt for him.
The bunny doesn’t wait too long, sitting on the couch - well plopping is more like it - whereas the fox takes his time, battling with himself if he should or not. When you keep watching him, waiting for him to sit, he thankfully gives in and sits besides his friend.
Once you can tell that they are comfortable - as comfortable as they can be, you ask your first question. “So, what are your names?”
You smile at them gently, letting them know you are their friend. At least hoping that they can conclude that from the fact that you told them about their new home on the car ride over.
The bunny’s eyes are wide, face heating up as if you asked him a rather scandalous question and not just his name. Your heart skips a beat when the lovely blush blossoms across his face that’s hiding in the fox’s shoulder.
“Well? Can you tell me, bun? What’s your name?” Your question being directed to the bunny only makes the blush more visible. You could see his face reddening further in embarrassment and the colour being rather more visible on his neck too.
The smile doesn’t diminish from your face. Not even after seeing the way the fox is almost glaring at you but you were positive that the bunny wasn’t hiding because he was afraid of you.
“J-Jungkook. ‘m J-Jungk-kook” The answer proves to be too much for him to mumble, lips catching his plumper bottom lip as he peeks at you through one eye that isn’t hidden in the fox’s shoulder.
“Jungkook. That’s a lovely name, bun.” Your smile widens when you see the corners of his mouth stirring up a little at your compliment.
Your heart was so full. Never did you think you would feel these dizzying emotions at a pretty boy merely muttering his name. His name. If this was your reaction at finding out one of their names, you were not going to survive getting to know them before you went full mother-hen mode on anyone that tried to harm them.
“What about you, hm?” Your smile is a lingering effect of just looking at Jungkook’s adorable blushing face and you don’t let it falter even if the fox hybrid is visibly more aloof.
‘Be patient with them y/n.’ You remind yourself of Hara’s words over and over.
“Namjoon.” The smile halts briefly at the deep timbre of his tone. You had not been expecting him to sound like molten chocolate and sweeter than honey. You realise you wanted to hear him more. Hear him speak about mundane topics over and over because that’s how good he sounded to you.
“Namjoon.” the name rolls off your tongue smoothly, just like his voice. You’re still watching his face, waiting for any sort of reaction even if it’s not as endearing as Jungkook’s. Just something. But his face remains passive. A slight twitch of his lips but that’s it. The pessimistic part of your brain convinces you that it could have been a frown and not a smile that he’s fought away.
But you needed to remain positive.
“T-That’s… a very nice name too.” He doesn’t look convinced at your reply though. Namjoon continues to watch you and now you’re the one blushing from the heat of his stare.
Jungkook is watching Namjoon just as cautiously as you. Like he expected him to be like that. Austere and unwilling to be forthcoming with information about himself. Telling yourself that he’ll adjust with time, you opt for a smile that’s sent Jungkook’s way - making the bunny hide behind Namjoon again. Almost like when a child is cautious and shys away from a stranger they meet. That’s what it was. A childlike innocence to Jungkook which awoke every instinct in you to protect him. Maybe that’s why his eyes had convinced you that you needed to take them home with you.
“Okay boys. I’ll show you to your rooms.” Furrowing your brows at the way Jungkook clutches Namjoon harder with panicked eyes, you turn around to look at them again.
“You don’t need to stay in separate rooms if you don’t want to, okay?” Namjoon regards you with a look before nodding - eyes cast down once again.
“Good. You both are very quiet but that’s okay - I can talk enough for the three of us.” The wink that you send Jungkook’s way only has him sputtering with embarrassment as the lovely rose tints his full round cheeks.
“But you do have to tell me when you are not okay with something, alright? I can’t read your pretty little heads.” As you say the last few words, your hand reaches out to shuffle the bunny’s peach hair.
What you don’t expect, is him flinching away so violently that even you are startled, taking a step back. Jungkook is hiding behind Namjoon completely now, shaking and you want to reach out. Say sorry and take it all back.
“I’m… I’m so sorry. I didn’t-”
“Hey, kook, it’s alright. It’s okay.” Namjoon’s voice reverberates through the quiet hallway, soothing the bunny’s shaking frame, whispering gentle assurances and you’re about to choke up.
What happened to him? Who did this to him. For him to be this scared. Watching Namjoon hug the shaking bunny tightly, sniffling away in his chest, only makes you feel more guilty at your brash treatment. Were you coming on too strong? God you were so out of your depth.
“I didn’t mean to scare you Jungkook. Honey..” You’re trying your best to reach out to him but the way Namjoon stands between you and him like a wall - it’s obvious he was waiting for something like this to happen. He was cautious of you and now his beliefs have been reinforced to not trust you or whatever nonsense he’s thinking.
You couldn’t blame him though. You really couldn’t.
“Please be careful, miss. He’s not a toy.” Namjoon’s voice trembles. Just the way - you now notice - his bottom lip does. He’s holding back tears and you really don’t know what to do. Except try your best to take their pain away.
“I’m.. I’m really sorry Namjoon. I didn’t mean to upset him.” You open the door to the room quickly, making sure there are blankets and pillows on the bed before coming out to tell them.
“Take him inside Namjoon. I’ll… I’ll leave you two alone, for now. Let me know if you need anything?” Namjoon merely nods, not being able to look you in the eyes but the bite of his lip tells you he’s trying to hold it together.
Jungkook’s hiccups catch your attention and you pull yourself out of your self-pity session. Only wanting to make sure that both of the hybrids are comfortable and just not feeling the way they are right now. Gesturing your head forward again, you nod at Namjoon when he looks at you one last time before heading into the room. The bunny holds onto Namjoon tightly, letting him walk into the room and when they are fully in - you close the door behind them. Giving them their privacy and also because you had a feeling they needed to be by themselves to really understand their current situation. That you were their new owner and this was their home.
A permanent home.
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can u give us a glimpse into what arguing w/ the princes would be like? love ur work btw!!
You bet! I actually had something written about this ages ago but never finished it so I’ll paste it here and add some more!
Warnings: 18+ (just like my whole page and all my works are)This is where the toxicity and unhealthiness of these relationships show, manipulation, yelling, lying, mentions of sex, mentions of rough sex, mentions of various sexual acts (cunnilingus, fellatio, exhibition) I beg of you to not put up with any of this shit irl let fiction stay in the fictional world yknow? I always ramble in my fics about this but I figured I should add it here for good measure
Jin:
Where the other boys rarely ever just “argue” and it is either a fight or nothing, you guys just argue sometimes, never rlly fight
This ties back to the fierce honesty policy you have between each other, but you both are so stubborn so arguing does happen
You both usually start by saying snarky things until one of you breaks and says what is really bothering them, which doesn’t take long at all
If you cry, congrats, you automatically won bc Jin not only does not know how to deal with a woman’s tears, he cannot fathom his one true love crying
Although you usually try to continue explaining your reasoning bc you don’t wanna win by crying, you wanna win bc you’re right
Jin, similar to Jimin, respects you a lot, so the other girls seldom ever catch him acting like a clown’
His downfall is just being bad at expressing his feelings bc he thinks you just know, like you read minds or something
Jin usually apologizes by asking what you want after he forfeits his pride so if it’s a gift, he’s on it, sex? say less.
He usually prefers to pamper you for a night, not even cumming during sex unless you tell him to
You’re the one who threatens the other fellas when they’re disrespecting their s/o, intentionally or not, and boy are they frightened. You rlly have a way with insults
Yoongi:
Bickers with you, but doesn't fight and everyone does not understand how bc he’s so standoffish to everyone else
Bc your relationship has the most public eyes on it, gossip columns are floored when they cannot find flaws or rumors of fights, and most are too intimidated by Yoongi to just make them up
You both read each other like a book, so the only time anything comes up is if you don’t like what you’re reading at that moment and vice versa, then a fight might start but it is shockingly rare
If he makes you cry, the fight is over, he lost. Yes, this is a running theme among the guys bc they are all whipped dummies
Very perceptive of your feelings, so never really worries about fighting with you or you hiding anything from him
You know how to get him to fess up so it's not the worst system of communication (still not healthy in the slightest but that’s the yandere life here)
He doesn't really try to lie to you or hide anything since you're also pretty bonkers so if he destroyed someone’s career bc he thought they looked at funny, you just roll your eyes and tell him he’s silly
You are the one that Jungkook and Taehyung are terrified of (It’s just about all the hyungline gf’s they are rlly scared of)
You’re usually so bubbly and energetic, but if you get pissed off, you’re as frightening if not more frightening than Yoongi
I should add Yoongi prefers to make up by marathon eating you out, at some point, it feels like he’s getting a kick out of it, but you’re in no place to complain tbh
Hoseok:
Not a lot of fighting here tbh bc you are still healing and your talent is in deescalating situations and telling people’s feeling
Your job is literally a behavior analyst so you will just deadass be like, “I can tell you’re getting frustrated to a point where effective communication won’t be possible, so how can I help calm you down?”
Makes him go silent real quick and reevaluate everything he has ever thought or done
For this reason, he just sighs and apologizes, genuinely bc you can absolutely tell when he’s just saying it to shut you up
He is the only one that will allow you to leave (the room, not the house) not that you want to leave the building considering the dangers you know are out there
Once you both cool off, you’ll have him state what he thought about and vice versa
You give advice to all the girls on how to do this, but not all of them are brave enough to try
So you go full mama bear mediator and step in when you feel the need
You genuinely frighten these guys bc you have this innate ability to make them feel dumb as fuck
Namjoon:
No fights rlly but misunderstandings happen that makes Joon go manic
You get frustrated bc he does this instead of just talking to you, but he’s learning little by little
The moment you aren’t smiling or trying to make a light joke with him, fight over, you won, he is worried
Bc he knows if you’re not smiling, you’re almost definitely going to cry and when you cry, he cries
You actually implement Angel’s tips and see some improvement with communication as time goes on
Namjoon’s love language in making up is grand gestures, so he’ll rent out a whole restaurant, or take you on a shopping spree to an art supply store, anything that will bring a smile to your face
You intimidate the other guys when they fight with their darlings bc you keep a smile the whole time you are threatening them and holy fuck is it eerie. You usually try to distract the upset girls post-argument with a craft or fun art facts
Jimin:
What makes the relationship work are your selfish tendencies working in tandem with his more sinister ones, but it can’t always work that way
You both test each other all the time despite agreeing on almost everything because the relationship is not a fight for dominance, but control-control you usually win
The closest you get to real fighting is rough sex, most of the time you have disagreements that you resolve with conversation
It's the most “healthy” (it’s not all that healthy tbh) thing about the relationship and it blows everyone's minds, but it only happens bc Jimin has always respected you, and he genuinely knows that you don’t need him as much as he needs you
But on the extremely rare occasion there is a fight it is never in front of anyone and all hell breaks loose: screaming, yelling, slamming doors, it all seems like endless hell bc you both are too stubborn to say when you’re wrong
Until you cry
He really can't stand the sight of you crying, bc you rarely ever cry. He sees you as really tough and his whole perception of the world shatters once he realizes he’s the cause of your tears
Making up includes, you guessed it, sex. Like calling into work bc you can’t walk sex (Jimin cries during this sex bc he feels undeserving but by round 2 he stops)
The girls come to you post-argument to rant bc you live to talk shit with them to vent
Taehyung:
Rarely ever fights with you, because he absolutely despises doing so and you typically do what he says without question
But when you do fight, it always ends with both of you crying and hugging
During the argument though, he can say some seriously out of pocket shit, bc he lacks impulse control and you take that shit to hear bc who wouldn’t
The fights are nightmarish and hard to watch bc at some point it just becomes Taehyung losing his mind while you cower until he realizes how much of an asshole he’s being or until you try to leave mid convo
Bless him if he were to ever make you cry in front of the other MC’s, my guy would be ripped to shreds bc the other girls do not fuck around
Hates to ever be the cause of your tears so you both are very quick to makeup and he can spend up to weeks making up for it
I’m talking gifts, money, food, dates, clothes, he is basically your personal assistant that pays you when he feels bad
The girl’s come to you after an argument for quiet time or some cute embroidery time
Jungkook:
You don't fight often, but when you do it's disastrous bc he is wildly paranoid and you are wildly insecure
You almost always go into a panic attack, fearing he'll leave you and he immediately loses all fight in him and feels like shit
And he is absolutely crushed seeing you hyperventilate or clutch your chest while he's yelling so he just stops like mid yell will just close his mouth and take a deep breath before going to you
Immediately apologizes when it happens
Usually cries with you while he holds you
Another fella that will get torn to shreds by the other girls if they even catch a whiff of him being anything other than sunshine and rainbows to you rip jungkook tbh
He makes it up to you the same way Taehyung makes it up, by shutting his mouth and doing whatever you want, and giving you whatever you want
When the other girls get into an argument with their guy, they come to you for a hug and some quality time distraction
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Ace Attorney case tier list
so, in the past year, i finished replaying games 1 through 5 for the first time in forever, and also played game 6 for the first time ever
so here’s where i ruthlessly rank each of the cases based on that most scientific metric of all, My Opinions:
OPENING CASES
S-tier: Turnabout Trump (4-1). I already knew this case, and I still gasped with surprise when Phoenix showed up, and when Kristoph showed his true colors, and when Apollo realized OH SHIT OH FUCK I REALLY AM ACCUSING MY BOSS OF MURDER HUH... what a wonderful, splashy, shockingly concise case to open up the post-O.G. trilogy world. Marvelous.
A-tier: Turnabout Memories (3-1). Seeing Mia Fey (finally!) in action is a long-awaited delight; seeing Phoenix being a total dumbass was an unexpected-yet-perfect and fitting delight.
B-tier: The First Turnabout (1-1). Solid lil’ case with some conventional-but-well-executed humor. I’ve got a soft spot for Larry Butz.
C-tier: The Lost Turnabout (2-1), The Foreign Turnabout (6-1). The former’s fine but a little forgettable; the latter has some fun gags (Payne’s ridiculous new outfit, dude absolutely shredding on the mandolin, etc) but is marred by how uh... kinda silly the game’s core conceit is, lol
E-tier: Turnabout Countdown (5-1). The context surrounding this introduction is just sloppy (badly handled in media res + let’s lowkey retcon game 4 isn’t a great setup), and also the case itself is just. irksome. ted tonate is just fundamentally irritating to look at
FINALE CASES
S-tier: Bridge to the Turnabout (3-5), Turnabout Goodbyes (1-4). No explanation needed. God they fuck so hard
A-tier: The Cosmic Turnabout + Turnabout for Tomorrow (5-4 + 5-5), Turnabout Succession (4-4).
The former two cases are what makes AA5 worth it, and they make for a tremendously fun ride. It fumbles the execution in some notable ways (Apollo’s sudden j’accuse moment feels a little forced/awkward/inadequately foreshadowed, and damn it sure would’ve been nice to know Clay Terran at all before he died, and also The Phantom’s final meltdown could’ve used a bit more emotional heft)... but okay let’s be real, I’m here for Simon Blackquill, and this case gives me so much of him so who gives a shit. (And Aura! Condescending obnoxious engineering queen! I love her!)
As for Turnabout Succession... while I earnestly wish the game had explored more of Klavier’s feelings about this whole setup, and some more emotional beats for Apollo, the case still makes for such a satisfyingly twisty and fun investigation overall (the poison stamp! what a ridiculous murder method! I love it!) that it’s a more-than-worthy finale.
B-tier: Turnabout Revolution (6-5), Farewell, My Turnabout (2-4).
The former does some cool stuff—I particularly like the opening half, where Apollo’s being real snippy and coping with Frankly Bizarre Dad Feelings, and giving Apollo a chance to finally throw down against Phoenix is a blast. The latter half of the case starts feeling a little... ridiculous? cramped? idk? like, they didn’t do nearly enough foreshadowing about Nahyuta’s whole deal for me to care about his drama, this justice system is so obviously silly and the manner in which the revolution is playing out strains my already-suspended-sky-high disbelief... fun, and flashy, but more noise than signal in the last part, I guess.
As for Farewell, My Turnabout: of course I love Edgeworth rolling back into court goin’ through SOME kind of bizarre emotional arc of Hey I’m Totally Healed Now and obnoxiously preaching about Truth TM. And it’s cool that the game set up a case where you want to lose. But the net result is a bit strange tonally—it’s trying set up some kind of message about It’s Not Just About Winning, It’s About Pursuing The Truth, but it feels really muddled when that’s combined with Okay But Maya’s Literally Being Held Hostage Like Right Now, Surely A Reasonable Justice System Has A Process For Dealing With This Obviously Complicated Situation, Right?
but also Franziska takes a fucking bullet (how did I forget about that) and then gets to roll in like Ms. Save The Day so, really, lots of good shit here
FILLER CASES
S-tier: Reunion, and Turnabout (2-2), Turnabout Beginnings (3-4). Look, the first one gives me all the Fey family drama a girl could ask for, and the latter gives me young Edgeworth being a total shit in an obnoxiously shimmery outfit. The whole enchilada is here
A+ tier: The Magical Turnabout (6-2). DELIGHTFUL! MAGICIAN! SHENANIGANS! Like you get to guess the trick behind a magic act as part of the case, how fucking fun is that, and also the Apollo & Athena duo’s chemistry is perfect, the villain is a FANTASTIC bastard, and even the bit characters you meet during the investigation are total delights... Probably the best “standalone” case in the series, in that it doesn’t rely on any emotional connections to previous cases (unlike 2-2 and 3-4) to still totally and completely rule.
A tier: Turnabout Samurai (1-3), Turnabout Reclaimed (5-DLC).
For Turnabout Samurai, I remembered before this replay how delightful the TV SHOW STUDIO investigation and actor-fandom stuff was; I had TOTALLY forgotten Vasquez calling in her mob connections to try and wreck you. What a fantastic villain; what a fun case.
Turnabout Reclaimed is just good solid goofy nonsense. Probably receives a boost for me in particular because, yeah, Simon Blackquill. But then again who isn’t giving cases a boost on that account; they are MISSING OUT
B tier: The Stolen Turnabout (3-2). Ron and Desirée are so great sighs into hands
C tier: Listing roughly in order of preference: Turnabout Academy (5-3), Turnabout Serenade (4-3), Turnabout Sisters (1-2), Recipe for a Turnabout (3-3), Rite of the Turnabout (6-3), Rise from the Ashes (1-5).
Four of these (5-3, 4-3, 1-2, 3-3) are perfectly solid cases; I just don’t love them quite as much as “thievery hijinks” or “Hollywood hijinks” or other such particularly delightful flavors. Everyone has a favorite flavor of Jolly Rancher and all that.
Rite of the Turnabout is interesting and connected with the larger themes of the game in a cool way, and makes good use of the divination mechanic. However, the last bit gets twisty enough to actually be kind of confusing, and said larger themes of the game are... kinda hard for me to take seriously... which, yeah, leads to it feeling a little stilted when it really should be singing.
Rise from the Ashes landed awkwardly for me. I know it was added well after the first game’s release, and it does a good job of continuing some of the cool stuff from that game—it’s neat, in isolation, to see Phoenix and Edgeworth working together (while still sniping at each other!), and some of the DS-specific mechanics are neat. However, I just didn’t feel like I learned quite enough about Ema and Lana to care about them like I should, and retconning “(almost certainly true) rumors that Edgeworth was involved in Shady Shit TM” into “actually Edgeworth was totally ignorant of Shady Shit TM, like at worst his crime was willful ignorance / incuriosity, he was just been manipulated by the Police Chief”... makes Edgeworth less interesting to me! Like, it’s cool to see Edgeworth caught off-guard and under pressure, but I wish the circumstances had been different? Also Gant’s theme song is annoying as shit, which is petty but hey this is my blog post so
D tier: Turnabout Storyteller (6-4), Turnabout Corner (4-2), Turnabout Big Top (2-3), The Monstrous Turnabout (5-2).
Turnabout Storyteller has some fun gags with My Dude Simon and also Taka, but was heavily marred by Everyone Talking Down To Athena The Entire Fucking Case Oh My God Can You All Just Shut Up.
Turnabout Corner has... lots of fun elements but... look the fucking stolen-panties setup just grates ok
I don’t think I hate Turnabout Big Top the way most people seem to, but I did find the final murder setup more annoying that I remembered this playthrough—bro you were really sure the dude was going to conveniently stand right there and the heavy statue was definitely going to strike a killing blow and not just give the guy a concussion? ok lol
The Monstrous Turnabout suffers mostly from poor puzzle/investigation design, being too hand-hold-y, and also having a core gimmick/setting that just wasn’t really my thing. Alas!
#ace attorney#obviously these are just opinions. love what u love#but this was entertaining to type up lol
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IMPOSTER - PART THREE
summery ❤︎ Nobody has any quirks and is stuck on a ship like Among Us
pairings ❤︎ Imposter!Dabi x Reader
content warnings ❤︎ major character deaths
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"at least this means we dont have to worry anymore." kaachan shrugs, you snap your head towards him,
"what do you mean?"
"I mean usually theres only like one, right? meaning we're most likely in the clear." you nod, you honestly forgot kaachan existed there for a sec, he was just so...quiet.
"kaachan c'mere, you too deku." the former looked at you weirdly but complied, while the latter bounced over to you.
you briefly let go of dabi and pulled shoto with you, and hugged all three of the young boys closely.
you knew that them and ingeniumu were in the same classes all through highschool, and they joined headquarters together, to lose a friend like that...you couldn't imagine it.
shoto grabbed onto your arms again, hugging himself close to you, deku, wrapped his arms around you and kaachan -surprisingly- leaned into you, he didnt hug you back but he showed his appreciation and a few sniffles could he heard from all of them.
"c'mon guys, we just have to finish our tasks and soon enough we'll be home, okay?" they nod and slowly pull themselves off of you. "ill show you guys my place and we'll get froyo, all of us,"
shoto lets out a small smile whereas deku didnt hide his, even kaachan didnt bother hiding the goofy smile that broke through.
during your time together you had become a bit of a mother towards the three, especially kaachan and shoto, deku already having a healthy relationship with his mum.
as deku and shoto walk away, kaachan lingered.
"thanks." he mumbles, looking at his feet, you hold his cheek in a protective way
"no problem kaa, now shoo, go with deku," kaachan smirks and walks away.
dabi almost regretted when the moment ended, but was happy to have you in his arms again.
"that was sweet."
you hum, "yeah, your gonna have to include those kids in our little life plan you wrote," you smirk up at him, teasing him about the page you found a couple months ago, which was filled with things he wanted to do with you.
"shup up," he smiled, genuinely smiled at you, and you leant up to give him a peck on the lips.
"wonder, you ready to go?" you turn slightly to see hawks, and you pout.
"actually, do you mind if I take her from now? you and shoto can team up," hawks shrugged.
"sure! ill rescue shoto and let him be with someone cool for once!" hawks laughed as dabi was obviously annoyed.
as everyone went off with their group to finish their task you couldnt help but think.
you were glad fun loving hawks was back, you were glad everyone was back to normal actually. you dont think you guys would ever officially be healed but the thought that this was over made you happy.
dabi tugged on your hand and you looked towards him.
"can I kiss you?"
you blushed, he never outright ASKED, but you nodded anyways, filling with electricity as he cupped you cheeks and smashed his lips on yours.
you both moved in synch, as you ran your fingers through his hair and lightly tugged at times, knowing that made him go feral and right now you just wanted to forget.
you thought of how ingeniumu would react to finding you and dabi like this, the kid would probably start waving his arms and going berserk, thirteen would probably have to calm him down and tell him that it's fine, he's always nice like that.
or, he WAS always nice like that.
you felt dabi pull away and you were about to question it until you felt the tears on your cheek yourself.
"what's wrong doll?" he cupped you face and you saw worry in his eyes.
"n-nuthin." you hiccup, the weight of the reality of this situation finally crashing down on you.
they were dead, they really were dead.
"is it because of, yknow?" he jerks his head towards the cafeteria, referencing exactly why you were crying.
you let out a sob as you bobbed your head.
"awh, c'mere doll," dabi cooed and grabbed the back of your head, pulling you in for a tight hug and his other hand slipped around your waist, softly squeezing to show support.
"t-theyre go-gone! a-and ingeniumu will n-never be the-there to sco-scold us ag-gain and a-and and-" you hiccupped out, they were gone, they were really fucking gone.
"shh shh doll, it will be okay, think about having froyo with the kids and me, how about we make it a tradition? every Sunday how about?" you slightly nod as he moves his hand around you head to cup your cheek, whipping your tears, "yeah? and with me, you, kaachan, deku and shoto, we'll all have froyo each sunday, and when we eventually have kids we'll bring them along too,"
you hum, that did sound nice.
"kaachan would probably try to teach them how to probably beat up deku before they reached 5," you let out a laugh, he would do that.
"and if they didnt learn how to properly throw a right hook on their own before 3, he would probably stay up all day and night to make sure," your voice sounded croaky but dabi still smiled.
"exactly. even if we have to change the life plan a little bit it will still be our life plan, and we're gonna spend it together," you smile and look up at your boyfriend.
"thank you touya," you lightly kiss his cheek,
"anything for you doll,"
he went to kiss your lips again before both of your watches beeped, an emergency meeting.
you both ran back towards the cafeteria, deku, shoto, twice and hawks already there, where was kaachan?
hawks seemed to catch your eye looking throughout the room, and spoke up, "kaachan is dead."
suddenly it felt like everything came crashing down.
you didnt understand, he was- he was there and alive! and your plans- oh god you cant go for froyo now.
it seemed silly to worry about that but you were panicking, it was what you were supposed to do!
you stared at hawks, "n-no. no. hes not dead."
hawks took a step forward, "wonder-"
"no! he- he cant be dead! t-the froyo and the the-" dabi grabbed you and pulled you into his chest again, your newly dried eyes watering again but you just pathetically leaned into your boyfriend. "he cant be dead." you whimpered.
dabi affectionately rubbed your back, "it's okay doll, its gonna be okay,"
everyone stared at you in sympathy, they were all affected but it was obvious you were struggling.
twice had a different look though, like guilt, one that hawks didnt miss.
"hey twice?"
he snapped his head up towards the blonde, "yeah?" his voice slightly cracked.
"where were you?"
"I-"
"oh god not with this shit again! hawks will you give it a break for two fucking seconds?" dabi snaps, "I dont care if this is your way of coping is fucking interrogating us or something but just leave it alone!"
"oh im SO sorry for worrying about who's gonna be dead next!"
"i dont ca-"
shoto interrupted the two, "tomura said he was with twice last time and twice agreed. but now we know tomura was killing." shoto's voice cracked.
twice widened his eyes, but nodded. "i-im sorry."
everyone stared in shock, even hawks was silent.
he didnt look up, "the system is fucked, I'm telling you that, but I didnt want to hurt any of you i swear!"
hawks didnt say anything as he pushed him into the trash chute room, and neither did twice, he didnt even protest.
"can I ask you one more question?" hawks asked, twice slowly nodding.
"are there anymore?"
twice makes eye contact with dabi, another look hawks doesnt miss, and nods, holding up a finger.
with that hawks pulls the switch and out went twice, into space.
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