#[ as long as he could find a car that would fit him xD ]

[despairforme]

His favourite way of transport (vehicle), like when travelling?

❝ I don't travel a whole lot. If it ain't within walkin' distance, I ain't goin'. ❞ Because he'd been broke for a good portion of his life, Nnoitra had gotten accustomed to simply walking everywhere he wanted/needed to go. An hour walk? That was nothing to him. Throughout a day he'd easily walk for three hours without even noticing. He never hurried anywhere. He always had plenty of time, because his schedule was more or less completely empty ( the only thing he had to do on a daily basis was go to work ). The gym where he worked out was REALLY close to his apartment, and the club where he worked as only fifteen minutes or so away. Basically right around the corner. ONE perk of living in the not-so-great part of town.

It wasn't like he hadn't travelled before though. He'd even been on a plane, which had been an interesting experience. He had felt pretty CRAMPED, needless to say. Planes were not designed for someone as tall as him. However, he'd forgotten all about the lack of room for his legs, when he'd been able to see the clouds from above. It had been cool as hell.

If he ( for some reason ) had to go somewhere that was beyond reasonable walking-distance, he'd take the bus. He preferred that to trains ( he had bad experiences when it came to trains ). He wouldn't say taking the bus was comfortable. There was no room for his legs, but it was better than a cab. At least on the bus he didn't have to chit-chat with anyone. The times he'd taken a taxi, the driver had talked to him the whole time. FUCK that. He'd had himself to thank for that, since Nnoitra didn't wear headphones or earbuds out in public, like literally everyone else. He'd used to, but at this point his paranoia was so bad that he couldn't bring himself to take away his hearing like that. He needed to be able to hear if someone was sneaking up on him.

[ghostlythunderbird]

The Pack ~ The Letter

Pairings: Alpha!Konig, Alpha!Simon “Ghost” Riley, Alpha!Keegan P. Russ X Omega!Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Minors/Ageless Blogs DNI, Omegaverse, Mentions of Anxiety/Panic attack, Ghost and Keegan are kinda mean for this one (Im sorry!), Konig being a big softie for Reader, Mostly Fluff for this one!

Words: 4,437 (Went a little too wild with this one!)

Author’s Notes: Please do not repost, edit, or translate my work. This blog and all content will be marked 18+ even if there is no NSFW content, if you are underage or have no age I don't want to deal with you. So sorry for the long time to update, I'm currently recouping after my hand surgery so ill try and update when I can, it sucks trying to write with one hand XD.

Summary: After being introduced to your new pack, you are taken to your new home or 'Den' at this point. While the introduction part went almost seamlessly, your starting to figure out that these alphas might be a little hard to get along with.

The drive home was nothing less than silent; aside from König sitting in the back seat with you, the two other alphas were quiet. 'Maybe they are the strong silent type.' You had told yourself. While you wanted to ask anything about themselves, you had a strong feeling that you would be told to be quiet by these alphas.

Close to an hour later, the car had come to pull into a short driveway. Looking out the window, the house itself was decent from the outside. A standard brick suburban house, copied and pasted much like many others on both sides of the street. The red bricks and white paneling nearly blinded you as you stared at it. Before you could ponder more on the look of your new 'home' the door on your side opened, The Alpha known as Ghost stood there "Come on, out ya get."

Sliding out of the vehicle you were snatched up by König who gently guided you up the steps to the front door. "Don't worry about your stuff right now, Schatz. We will get it later." Without another word, the front door was finally opened.

Your new home was lackluster; if you googled a Bachelor pad, this would be the definition of one. While there was furniture, it didn't feel as homey as you had expected. The living room was bare other than the oversized L-shaped couch and T.V. stand it faced. Hell, these guys didn't even have a fucking coffee table, of all things. As you further overlooked the room, you noticed the bare white walls. No different colored paint, picture frames, or calendar was hung up.

Just an empty minimalistic house. Perfect for three military bachelors.

As you stepped through the front door, you nearly lost your breath after the mix of alphas scents. The overall musk almost sent you to your knees, through the overbearing scent hints of Cinnamon, Vanilla, Mint, Smoke, and Leather blended in almost perfectly.

 Minutes passed as you regained yourself before you looked back towards the door to find König waiting for you to continue. "Are you okay, Schatz?" His voice was soft as he began to approach you. While you knew his second gender and the horror stories your family had told you growing up, none seemed to fit his character. His sheer size alone would make anyone panic if he approached, but with him nervously clutching his hands to soothe his anxiety. It made him appear much less intimidating and rough around the edges, reminding you more of a large shelter dog being welcomed into a new house for the first time. He wanted you to accept his home, his den, as somewhere you would feel comfortable and safe. 

From Konig's point of view, None of this seemed real to him.

In two weeks, König went from a pack-less and omega-less Apex to not just having his own pack but an omega that he could protect and care for. Everything was a mirage that could disappear should he touch it. But seeing you here before him, nothing less of a goddess, made it much more believable. "If you two are going to have an emotional moment, at least move out of the fucking doorway so people can get into the damn house." Ghost growled out as he passed both of you. Keegan followed close behind, but unlike Ghost, he gave you a blank stare as he passed. 

Looking down towards you, König felt his anxiety rear its head. Your face had fallen and a sour tone began to line your once relaxing scent. as you watched the two alphas walk away from the door.

As wordlessly they came in, they disappeared up the stairs to their shared room. This brought König to sigh heavily as he looked down at you again. "Don't worry, Schatz. They will warm up to you……eventually" He wasn't sure if he was telling you this or trying to reassure himself at the pair's attitude that one eighty once they were back in their den.

He didn't want you to feel they despised your existence as soon as you entered their lives. "Why don't we get you settled? I'm sure you're ready to rest." With the Apex mentioning this, your eyes lit up, and you couldn't help but smile at him. "Definitely; it seems like we all need a fat nap."

Both you and König laughed before he led you up the stairs. Reaching the next floor, he showed you where the single bathroom was and his, Ghost, and Keegan's bedrooms, just in case. At the end of the hallway was the final room. "This was Ghost's room originally, but once we were accepted, we all decided to leave one room open for you. So that you have your own space away from us." Upon opening the room, you were presented with one of the most enormous beds you'd ever seen. Resting on top were bags on bags of not just new nesting material. This ranged from thick fluffy comforters to sleek silk sheets; however, they lacked color.

It was a swirl of black and white with an underlying mix of grey.

It rendered you motionless as you took in the sheer amount, had these alphas gone out and bought you a whole nest and a half of material? You had never heard of alphas going to these lengths to make an omega comfortable. As you looked toward the Apex in the doorway, the anxiety in his posture was evident.

His hands were drawn up to his chest, clutching pieces of his shirt into his hands. He was even slouched forward to lower his overall height to match yours, even with it being impossible without him going to his knees.

"Well, I uh.....I'll leave you to get settled. Just call for us if you need anything." Without another word, the Apex left, closing the door behind him.

With that, you turned back to look at the covered bed before finally moving to clear off the excessive amount of nesting material lumped together. What you thought was an easy 15-minute job turned into 45 simply because your omega was getting too far distracted by the number of gifts she was given.

'Soft and Secure. Alphas are perfect, bringing nice gifts for a nest. The perfect nest for Alpha's pups.' She yipped. You were startled back to reality, god you haven't even known these alphas for a whole day, and suddenly, your omega is presenting herself, begging to be bred by these practical strangers. 'Jesus, you need to focus' Shacking your head to rid your mind of the intrusive thoughts, you attempted to finish your task.

Why would your omega be so enamored even after how the other two alphas seemed to want nothing to do with you?

Once all the material was put away for the time being, you had a yawn slip from your mouth. How long have you been up today? It was well over 14 hours at this point. Why not take a quick break. Deciding to rest, you had walked towards the sorted assortment of nesting materials before you settled on one of the larger and softer blankets. The void color overtook your view as you pulled it from its packaging.

'So soft,' You tiredly thought. After making it onto the bed and ensuring the blanket fully covers you, you finally lay down. Letting the bed hold the weight of your body.

It was quiet as you brought the blanket further up your chin. The only audible noise in the room was the sound of the ceiling fan. You hadn't realized how mentally exhausted you were from the entirety of not just today but the past few weeks. Each blink drew slower and slower until your vision went black, and your mind drifted to dreamless slumber.

~~~~~Flashback~~~~~

The sound of the T.V. did so little to drown out König's thoughts; König primarily spent the little time he had away from his rather dangerous occupation thinking about the 'What ifs' of his life. He was so caught in his thoughts he didn't realize Ghost had come back into the house, his hands full with mail. Most were bills, but one was large and thick compared to the rest.

Ghost placed all the envelopes on the counter before sorting them; the largest was addressed to König. From the Alpha Pack Selection Program. Something that the resident Apex had waited for close to 4 weeks for a response, one that hopefully bared good news. "König." His gruff voice echoed out.

Being pulled from his overreactive mind, the Apex leaned slightly to look at the other Alpha. The manilla folder being held transformed into a brightly lit target to the Austrian sprawled out on the couch.

The large man lunged off the couch, startling the smaller Alpha, who had just descended the stairs. "Jesus, König, a bit of a fucking warning." Keegan couldn't help but snarl after nearly getting run over by the Apex. It was rare for these sorts of incidents to happen in the house; the two alphas and the Apex were incredibly aware of where each was and their schedules. 

König was zeroed entirely in on the envelope in Ghost's hand, while he may have been eager to receive this letter. He couldn't help but fear their answer; after their last response, it would make seven rejections from the program. Each time was for the same reason "Due to your Apex representation, we regretfully have to decline your enrollment to our program." But it still didn't stop him from taking it and tore the envelope open. "well, come on mate, what does it say?" Ghost nudged his arm; the Apex hadn't realized that Ghost had even rounded the corner to stand beside him.

König took in a deep breath before releasing as he unfolded the papers to read the words printed onto the paper.

Dear Applicant,

It has come to our attention that you have sent multiple applications over the last few years. Each one followed with a swift rejection from our programs as your representation would cause an upset in both our application alphas who may be paired with you and in the omegas who could be assigned to your care.

While we appreciate the time and effort you have invested in becoming part of this program, we have concluded that we will no longer accept any future applications from you. However, with this harsh news, we will allow a new application with you, but you must have at least two other alphas willing to become paired with you in a pack. 

This envelope contains four applications for alphas willing to work and be assigned to a shared omega. These applications are only viable for 30 days; afterward, we will no longer accept any attempts to pair you. As well as, all previous information you provided will be deleted from our database.

~ The Alpha Pack Selection Program council 

The silence that surrounded the air of the Alphas was suffocating. Even with the tv playing in the background, it was drowned out by the tense atmosphere. König felt like he couldn't breathe; until a sob forced its way out, and air seemed to flood his lungs again. How was he supposed to find someone willing to pack with him? and within 30 days? No one wanted to be stuck with him, and he hardly knew any other Alphas outside his work. And those he did work with? Most were already packed or swore off mating altogether. 

This was it, his final chance to be accepted. With no potential pack-mates, he would lose his only chance of finding a mate and having pups. The world wanted him to live the rest of his life, never knowing the sweet touch of the omega for which he would lay down his life. To never know the feeling of pure happiness looking at a pup made from his omega and himself. A piece of him that he helped create.

Why? Why. Why. Why. WHY.

He hadn't realized that he was beginning to have a panic attack until Ghost dug his fingers into his shoulder. König could feel his body trembling, rolling off in waves, making his balance waver. "König, mate, you need to breathe," Ghost told him hushedly. Ghost and Keegan shared a look as the Apex slumped forward onto the counter, his head falling forward into his hands. 

Steadying his breathing, König straightened his back and pushed the papers away as they burned him. While his day may have been uneventful, he wished he had never opened the damn letter now. The crushing weight that bared on his shoulders now seemed to grow heavier as the seconds passed. Looking at the stack of papers, Ghost couldn't help but look at the pages that caused König to damn near crumble before them. 

The words spilled out before he made him sick. Why are they just now sending this? After all those years König spent trying to be accepted in this shitty program and getting rejected every time, they decide now to tell him what he needs to be accepted. Talk about hitting a man while he's down. Looking towards the dark-haired Alpha, leaning against the back of the couch, "Keegan, take a look at this fuckin' shit." While reading over the papers, the smaller Alpha couldn't believe the audacity of these fucking people. All this just because he was a slightly different second gender?

Casting a glance at the large Apex, who seemed to be on the verge of shutting down completely. While Keegan was a hardass, usually, he couldn't help but feel bad for his brother-in-arms. "So they are telling you to find a pack outside this program to be accepted? What a load of crap." His brain couldn't help but reel at the fact they were giving him only 30 days to figure this out; who could even help him now? He paused. Looking between Ghost and König, he knew what he was about to say would either be genius or he was about to be hit for. "What if Ghost and I pack with you?"

König and Ghost both wheeled around, both wearing surprised expressions. "The fuck are you on about? Did you hit your head on your last O.P.?" Ghost exclaimed as he stepped toward the smaller Alpha. "How are we the best options for a fuckin pack?" Keegan took a step backward as Ghost entered his space. 'Fuck, probably should have kept my mouth shut.'

Clearing his throat, "Think about it, Ghost, we're both unbonded alphas who know König the best; hell, we already live with him. And he needs a pack to be accepted. Why not throw us in and see where we go?" The air between them grew tense as the larger Alpha stared at him. "Right, and we're the best choices to take care of an omega; last I checked, neither of us have been around one." Ghost spoke through a tense jaw. As much as he was against being anywhere around an omega, he knew it was the best option between them.

König looked at them both. "A-are you guys sure? I know you guys aren't comfortable with this; I don't want you to force yourselves into this just because of me." The Apex was ecstatic to hear that they would try, but he knew he couldn't get his hopes up with this. There was still the possibility they would all be rejected. 

"If this gets you into that program, I will push for it as much as possible." Keegan calmly stated. The Apex looked towards Ghost, who still looked unsure, giving him a kicked puppy look.

The blonde Alpha signed before giving König a look. "Alright, we'll give it a go. But if they reject us, this Program business stops. Are we clear on that?" König nodded ecstatically while Keegan released a deep chuff. The emotions swept over the Apex so much he didn't realize he had dragged Ghost into a bear hug. "GET OFF ME, YOU FUCKIN MUPPET; Keegan, help me out ere'!"  

~~~~~~

After sending in the paperwork, they got their response two weeks later.

They were accepted.

König felt like he was about to pass out; everything was starting to work out. But it was only the beginning for the newly formed pack. Not only were they a pre-formed pack, but due to their extended military service, they were also notified that they could choose their omega. Hence the giant pile of files on the kitchen table.

It felt like they'd been at this for hours, passing the scent samples for each one to inhale. Each Alpha had the scent samples they liked, but when presented to the other two, it was met with a swift rejection and sometimes with a comment. While some omegas looked good on paper or had a decent scent, the Alphas couldn't agree.

"How about this one? She comes from a wealthy family in Italy, and it even says, 'She enjoys the finer things in life.'

"No, Keegan, It sounds like she'd be more of a glorified brat. Anyone born with a silver spoon in their mouth is nothing but trouble for people in our job."

Or it's a same-answer vote.

"Yeah fuck this one; smells like a Hospital."

"I'm going to have to agree with Ghost on this one. It reminds me of when my mom used so much cleaner in the house when I was a kid."

They thought this would be the easiest part, but they were definitely over their heads. Ghost finally stood up in a rage. "We've been sitting here for fuckin HOURS, and not a single one we have agreed on. Most of them smell like shite too." The Alpha raised his hands and walked to the fridge to grab another beer. KKönig stood as well at the other Alpha's tone. "No one said the selection was easy, and there's only a few left. Let's get through them, and then we can take a break." The Apex pleaded.

That only seemed to rile up the exasperated Alpha more "How the hell are we going to find an omega at this point? We can't agree on a single one?" Both alphas stared at each other "HOW DO YOU KNOW? WE ARENT EVEN DONE!"  

Keegan watched as both alphas continued to argue; their conversation slowly was tuned out as he watched while resting his head in one hand. As much as he wanted to pipe up to aid König in calming Ghost down, He knew better than to get between these two during times like this. Before Keegan could intervene, a quick breeze of something sweet passed his nose, and the Alpha couldn't help but follow it back to the remaining folders. This scent was the best one he'd had all day, so he couldn't help but be curious.

It led him to a file towards the bottom that seemed much newer but was thinner than the other files in the stack. Once he opened it, the sweet scent was no longer teasing him. Taking the scent sample from the file, Keegan couldn't stop himself from pressing it to his nose and inhaling deeply.

It felt like he became weightless for those seconds; how had he not noticed this one earlier? It reminded him of the smell of fresh rainfall, a sweet yet calming scent. His Alpha couldn't help but be drawn to whoever the smell belonged to; without a second thought, Keegan pulled back from the cloth to look at the pages in the folder. Whoever's file this was about was the smallest one he had seen from the entire stack.

The picture attached gave him a view of the person that caught his Alpha’s attention.

You were stunning; His Alpha yipped in delight. ‘Yes, yes! Pretty mate! Must mate, Must protect!’

However, something felt wrong in the picture. Looking closer, the smile that graced your features didn't seem to reach your eyes. Your eyes held sadness and hidden anger that could reveal itself should you choose to snap. As his eyes flickered across the pages, Keegan stored everything he could about you away.

Omega Profile

Name: (Y/N) (L/N)

Age: 23

Sex: Female

Second Gender: Omega

Personality: N/A. Omega and Family declined to file the Omega Attribute survey.

The sickening sound of glass crack made Keegan snap his head upwards; the sight before him was far from good. Ghost and König stood only a few feet apart; the Apex and Alpha had their teeth bared and chests puffed up. Ghost was making his displeasure clear to the Apex while König was getting close to putting him back in his place among the three. It wasn't often it happened due to each other's work schedule, but when it did, someone was going to have their ego bruised, and some furniture might end up being broken.

“I highly recommend to watch what you say next, Simon.” The Apex spoke. His voice had dropped an octave; His Apex was close to taking over to deal with the Alpha. Ghost was silent before scoffing, moving to clean up his broken glass of bourbon. Keegan took this as his chance to break the tense air. “If you two are done with your pissing contest, I think I got one.” He slowly held up the small cloth between his index and middle fingers. As much as Keegan wanted to hoard the small cloth to himself, he needed to let at least his newfound packmates have a chance to decide if the omega was a good fit.

König was the only one who returned to the table to remove the cloth from Keegan’s hand. Lifting it towards his nose, he caught the scent almost immediately. It had him completely forgetting his altercation just minutes prior. “wow….I like this one; her scent is not overpowering and smells good. Simon, wanna try this one?” The Apex had turned back to the Alpha, who was leaning on the counter nursing a new glass of bourbon. The look in his eyes made Konig nervous; the Blonde Alpha was definitely over the whole experience, but seeing how both Keegan and König agreed on the scent patch, it seemed to be at least a contender.

Sighing, He set his drink on the counter before returning to the table. König slowly held the cloth towards him, but before he took it, he looked towards the two Alphas. “If this one smells like shite, I'm punching both of you.” Simon grumbled before snatching the small fabric. He stared at the cloth before finally giving in; as soon as the scent filled his nose, it was as if all the tension in his body had just melted away.

The other Alphas held their breath as they waited to see what the blonde alpha had to say. Simon looked at the pair as he set the cloth on the table near the open file. “Well, she doesn't smell bad. What's in her file?”

Keegan and König shared a look before handing Simon the file; It seemed they finally agreed on their potential omega.

~~~~~

The days counting down to them finally meeting you and bringing you home were absolutely hectic, to say the least. So many emotions filled the small townhouse as all three alphas cleaned and organized the house as best as they could, no omega should have a dirty home when they come home in the alpha's mind. Most were bouts of Anxiousness and Frustration, a vast majority were from the poor Apex who checked everything twice to make sure everything was perfect.

At the one-week mark Ghost and Keegan decided to move into the same room to make sure you have a space for yourself as you settled down. The move sparked from just the simple question "Where is our omega going to stay until she's warmed up to us?" To say it had the alphas taking multiple steps back was an understatement. Another thing that was brought up (By Ghost mind you) was what were you going to use should you decide to make a nest.

It may have not been something the Alphas were well versed in, but they at least made an effort. Cue the three alphas going out and buying almost two whole carts full of nesting material, plus the whole material selection boot camp.

"What about this one? It's big and it's super soft!" ~ König

"No no, She needs something that won't stick to her if she uses this for her heats. What about that silk sheet kinda stuff?" ~ Keegan

"Why not just get her some fucking blankets and pillows, This nesting shit can't be that complicated" ~ Ghost

It was definitely quite the scene watching these big alphas carry multiple bags worth of nesting material due to them being unsure what to get.

Once everything was settled, the day when they finally got to meet you arrived. The checking-in process was seamless, soon leading to the alphas being led to a smaller room waiting for the actual introduction. From what the receptionist had told them the Omegas family still needed to finalize paperwork, It had been the longest wait any of the alphas had ever done. But when the door finally opened to reveal the betas and you, time seemed to stand still.

They collectively decided they would die for you if it made you happy.

~~~~~

It had been a few hours since König had left your room. Call him paranoid, but no noise was coming from the door. Worried about you, he walked back to your door before knocking.

"(Y/N)? Is everything okay?" Hearing no response, he slowly opened the door and was greeted by a dimly lit room. And there on the bed, you laid completely still on the massive bed, sound asleep.

Once you walked in through that door, all his fears and worries seemed to implode and no longer existed. You were more than everything he could have dreamed of; how you weren't already paired was beyond him. You entangled him. Everything about you was beautiful, from your hair and eyes to your body. It wasn't until he had heard his name from downstairs that he was brought out of his trance.

He was casting you one last glance, taking in your sleeping form before turning to leave. König told himself he would make this work. Because now that he had you, He wasn't ever going to let you go.

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[crystalninjaphoenix]

Many Roads Diverge in the Woods - Part Five

A JSE Interactive Fanfic

The Beginning | Previous

The results are in.

Your path has been altered. Strange how such a small choice can change so much.

THE KEEP READING IS BACK! XD The poll to decide what happens next is beneath it. The poll is only open for one day, expiring on October 14th at 12:00pm PST. Part Six will be up on October 16th at the same time.

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“Okay. Okay, I got it.” Marvin takes a deep breath. “It’ll be hard to take care of Jackie while in the car. H-he needs to keep laying down, and there’s not much room to do that in there.”

“Right.” Chase nods. “The car seat’s pretty narrow. So’s this sofa. A bed would be better. Can we handle getting him up the stairs to a bedroom?”

“Yeah. Yeah, we can do that.”

JJ lifts up the gauze. Then he puts it down to sign, I think the bleeding has slowed down.

“Good.” Marvin nods. “Now we just need to clean and pack the wound, then we can move him.”

That takes a couple minutes. Even as they work, the three of them can’t help but glance around. The wide-open, many-entranced living room is exposing. Being in here is nerve-wracking. Chase finds his eyes drifting towards the basement door more than once, expecting the attacker to burst through at any moment.

“I think... I think this is good.” Marvin steps back. “Or, as good as we can do. I-it’ll last until the police get here.” He takes a deep breath. “Now we move.”

Chase, help me, JJ says. Jackie is half-leaning on him, a bandage wrapped around his chest.

“No problem.” Chase spares a moment to grab the medical kit and Jackie’s hoodie—maybe he’ll want to put it back on when he’s recovered more—and then helps JJ lift Jackie to his feet. “Up the stairs we go.”

It’s slow-going, but after a couple minutes they make it. Without even talking, they head to Jackie’s room near the end of the hall. It’s the smallest one, barely big enough for a bed, a small wardrobe, and a desk with a chair, but they all find somewhere to fit. As soon as everyone’s in, Marvin locks the door. JJ and Chase gently lower Jackie onto the bed. “Put him on his side,” Chase says. “That’s supposed to be good.”

JJ nods. The two of them step back. How long until the police get here again? Ninety minutes? Do we just wait here until then?

“Yeah, that was the plan,” Marvin says.

“What if the guy tries to get in?” Chase whispers, setting Jackie's hoodie and the kit on the desk.

Block the door? JJ suggests.

Chase tries to push the desk, then the wardrobe. He shakes his head. “I think they’re bolted down. Weird.”

“What? Okay...” Marvin looks confused. “I... we could go out the window?”

“We can’t get Jackie out of a two-story window!”

As if on cue, Jackie groans and raises his head slightly. “Wha...?”

“Jackie!” Chase gasps. He kneels by the side of the bed. “How are you? How do you feel?!”

“...bad.” Jackie closes his eyes. JJ reaches forward and snaps his fingers in front of his face, making him open his eyes again. “Don’t... do that.”

Don’t close your eyes, JJ says. You’re not supposed to close your eyes like this!

“Wait.” Marvin holds up a hand. “Do you guys hear that?”

Everyone goes silent. And that’s when they hear the footsteps walking down the hall. Chase inhales sharply. JJ steps forward, as if trying to hide Jackie behind him. The footsteps get closer. They can hear the bathroom door opening, then closing again. Marvin and Chase back away towards the window.

The footsteps stop right outside the door. Silence follows, deep and deafening. Then it is broken as the doorknob jiggles, clattering as it tries to turn despite the lock. It clatters louder. Then stops abruptly. A strange scraping sound drifts down the wood of the door.

BANG BANG BANG!

JJ jumps back. Chase covers his mouth and swallows the scream in his throat. Whoever’s on the other side of the door is banging on it, trying to break it down. And it might work. With each impact the door rattles in its frame.

Marvin looks around the room, eyes wide with panic. Now what?! he asks in sign language, not wanting to say anything out loud.

We came up here to hide it out, JJ says. Surely they can’t get in. There’s not even a lock on the other side. We can wait. But as he says that, the banging on the door just gets louder, his face going paler with every echoing BANG!

What if they do get in?! Marvin asks. We can’t get Jackie out of here! This was a bad idea!

Jackie groans again. “Guys,” he whispers. “It’s... i-it’s...”

Chase shushes him. “Save your strength,” he whispers.

“No, y-you need... to know.” Jackie is breathing heavily. “Schneep... attacked me.”

The other three go silent, identical expressions of disbelief on their faces. He wouldn’t do that, JJ signs slowly.

“He did,” Jackie says quietly. “Open... the door. You’ll see... he’s...” His strength fades, and he puts his head back down.

The banging sound on the door is joined by a strange thunk!ing, like someone is throwing something against the wood. The doorknob rattles. Marvin shivers. We can’t open the door! he says. Can we?!

Chase presses his hands against his ears. It’s hard to know what to do! What do they do?!

[weirdcat1213]

another day another week ANOTHER FUCKING VOLUME-

okok lets relax

vol 11 thoughts

chap 1:

you know i barely remember this so it should be fun :D

-CHAPEL IDC IF THIS A FLASHBACK BUT THE TF OUT OF MY HOUSE

-"all he did was to shoot you in the spine" lmao elendira calling legato a baby is my favorite thing

-you know what girlie youre so right- oh a joke? damn it

-ily zazie, youre so cool

-VASH SLEEPING IN THE CAR :D

-oh hey brad is here

-ah NO NOT THE AFTERMATH MOMENTS NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

-brad, brad, honey....he knows

-why is my poor baby apologizing :c

-i mean brad's fears are valid and all but HE DOESNT KNOW AND WE KNOW AND VASH KNOWS AND ITS ALL JUST REALLY SAD

-GIVE MY MAN A BREAK LMAO XD

-also i can relate to livio here cuz rn my environment is too trusting and im so paranoid about security like yeah vash, i would never sleep in the back of a car of someone whom i just met you dumbass-

-shut up literally shut up

-fair

-Ion Blaster TM time :3

-final phase you say-

-oh....oh no. vash, this is gonna be one of those moments where you sigh and curse knives for being kinda right

-oh he angy xd

-OHH RIGHT YEAH

-yeap...they are fucked atm

-OMG ITS THEM THEYRE COMING YIPPYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY :D

chap 2

-THEYRE ALMOST HEREEEEE

-catch me being that guy when the end comes (just a dude in a coat with a hat playing music, thats gonna be me)

-oh god no, the worst and most boring thing you could do is to label knives as a terrorist. the guy is so much more and that word just doesnt fit him

-yes thank you! no time for nonsense

-THERE SHE IS HEY GIRLLLLL ITS BEEN SO LONG, TOO LONG, YOU LOOK SO PRETTY :3

-MILLY MY BELOVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED

-when was the last time we saw them? 2 volumes ago?

-"i would never would have imagined this. that the world could change so fast" and that goes on the list of "timeless trigun things" or TTT for short

-:c

-wait so...transphobe guy? get yeeted

-oh...oh i didnt remember...oh i will cry

-ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh the reunioooooooooon

-look at their fucking faces, they missed each other so much

-tbh if i met the most jesus-allegory guy ever, then lost trail of where or how he was for 2 volumes of a manga ,to find him later in the middle of a silly fight i would also cry

-that scene with the pieces of earth announcement makes me kinda sad, no one will come for us

-geesus christ

-ohhh kinda pretty tho, looks like a phoenix

chap 3:

-"its all happening so fast" yeah sorry dude, its a trigun tradition

-HE LOOKS SO HAPPY, HIS DUTY (according to him) OF PROTECTING THE PEOPLE IS ALMOST DONE

-"do you want me to come along?" he would be the best person to go to public places when you are too anxious to talk to strangers

- NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO DONT ASK PLS NO

-livio honey what was the idea here "oh you guys seem like you liked him. i actually killed him. well not me but also me. im sorry"

-milly my girl is cursed to be the 1st and og wolfwood stan in any version. we feel your pain girl

-LMAO THE NOTE ABOUT ZAZIE XD

-AWWWWWWWWWWWWW :3 A BAG OF LITTLE THINGSSS

-NOT VASH CARRYING FIGURINES AROUND, HES LIKE ME FR FR WITH MY KEYCHAINS

-also ofc he has rare figurines, the man has had enough time to look for it lmao

-ok but imagine if vash actually had lost the coins xd

-the pressure and guilt livio must feel rn. his brother died trying to protect him and he has the official Vash Thinks Youre Cool stamp. he has to change cuz if he doesnt he would throw all of that away and really stop being human

-you did good brad

-"must be lonely" im eating my own arm

-oh im really crying over this, ok, fun

-i also dont know what to do vash the stampede but im begging you to ASK FOR HELP YOU MFFFFFFFFFF

-AH SHIT ZAZIE NO

-AH FUCK ITS HIM

chap 4:

-july 20th? ah great, july 20th-21st is cursed here too

-rad as hell as always

-huh, i expected knives to just yeet them on sight

-i would say him and humans are pretty much alike but ok, sure,hm

-i love her being suspicious of legato 1st xd

-i wonder how can this go wrong, seems like a solid plan

-oh right...him

-YEAH GO GET HIM >:3

-oh...oh thats so cool. like his body doesnt work...but he controls it...but not in the same way a human would...wow

-OH BEAUTIFUL EYE HOLY SHIT THATS BEAUTIFUL

-GATE CONSUMING STUFF YOU SAY.....HMMMMM I WONDER WHERE I SAW THE SAME TRIGUN CONCEPT-

(side note: "you still dont know how to control your gate" SO THATS HOW IT LOOKS WHEN YOU CONTROL IT? IT ONLY CONSUMES/CREATE WHAT YOU WANT?? ORANGEEE)

-MAGIC BULLETSSSSSS

-LMAO THE HOLE XD

-vash you cant say shit about silly haircuts im sorry

-also "new hair new outlook"...........i will curl myself into the moon

-they forgor

-who are you

-also ngl i never got the idea of what the coins did so lets find out

chap 5:

-SHES FUCKING HERE REJOICEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

-wait wdym neural blocking programs

-LMAO XD

-LIVIO IS SO SCARED AND WITH REASON

-just the two of us :3

-i love his game face and then its just "ugh i cant do this" xd

-"fight vash the stampede fight" me cheering vash on in stampede

-vash i love you but you cant call my wife a bitch, thats not polite

-oh livio, oh i didnt get to appreciate you too much on my 1st read but come here man, come here. youre doing great

-they have officially trauma bonded :3 (ik thats a terrible oversimplification but leave me alone)

-"is it possible for something created by humans to completely break away from their creators?" yes next question

-OH NO IS THIS THE VOLUME WITH *THAT SCENE*?

-"you really have become a crybaby" and im glad cuz she was always so serious with her job and all, now she can express her feelings more

-STOPPPP THIS ALWAYS GETS ME CUZ AHHHHHH STOP

-AH NAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH :C

-...........and thats story is technically stampede but anyway jajajajaja :D

-the prettiest eyes

-FUNNY ENOUGH HE DOES LOOK LIKE A BUG

-OH ITS TIME ITS FUCKING TIME HOLY SHIT

chap 6:

-the title :c

-liviooooooo :c

-HEY! my boi can still kick your ass >:[

-DONT YOU EVEN *DARE*

-just leave him out of this pls

-i love that he still considers himself human <3 i want to think wolfwood taught him that indirectly

-FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT

-I MEAN YES YOURE RIGHT BUT CAN YOU NOT???

-huh, the silhouette kinda looks like wolfwo- *gunshot*

-i love knowing exacty what livio is thinking rn

-aww :3

-liviooooooooooo :c

-his cowboy era is about to start im so proud of him :')

[levi-supreme]

Rei!! I'm here with @charlotteplsdosth for the Valentines event! Our men Reiner and Jean are taking us out to an old movie theater to see a classic black and white movie, like Roman Holiday.

We'd like to dress up a bit, she would like a A line shape dress with a tight waist around just below the knee, preferably coral/beige and a light shawl!

I like long empire dresses with some sort of sleeve and a belt, either solid color or something patterned like horizontal stripes, with darker colors. (I hope that's not all too much just go with whatever LOL)

If it's hard to come up with interactions for the four of us we're not bothered if you keep the boys and the girls separate with a little interaction. Whatever you like. Thank you!

Good day my dear Eliza!! This is an interesting request XD I've never written for Reiner, I've never written a double date, and I've certainly not watched any old movies before. And since you're the requester, I'll write this in your POV hehe.

Here is Charlotte's outfit and her shawl, and over here is yours! I hope you two enjoy your lovely date night with your mans~

Rei's Ask Games: Valentine's Day Special (closed!!)

"Charlotte! Reiner! Over here!" You excitedly waved your hand when you saw the couple alighting from their car, beaming when they approached you.

You and your good friend Charlotte planned for this double date for the longest time ever as it was hard to find a day that could match everyone's schedules. Not only so, but it was also hard to get the two men to agree on going on a double date.

"You both are going to be so noisy," your boyfriend, Jean, grumbled when you first told him about the idea of a double date, "you are just going to talk to Charlotte non-stop and forget all about me." You giggled at his childishness and hugged him while he continued sulking, giving Murphy chin scratches while you both lounged on the couch. Murphy yelped a satisfied little bark.

"Why are you men all the same?" You laughed louder and Jean frowned. "Charlotte just told me over the phone that Reiner said the same thing to her."

It was Jean's turn to laugh, "because that's exactly what's going to happen."

"Well, Reiner is there too, you can talk to him non-stop." You teased Jean while he scoffed.

Nonetheless, you both decided to go on a double date to watch Roman Holiday. What made it even better was that it was on Valentine's Day as well. It was a classic black and white movie, and you decided to dress up for the event in a lovely purple empire dress. You made Jean dress up in a nice blazer and trousers too.

"Looking good, princess," Jean smiled as he saw you exiting the room. You twirled around and let him admire your outfit.

"You look good yourself too, handsome." Kissing Jean on the cheek, you grabbed your bags and put on your shoes as Jean locked the door, walking you over to the car.

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"Charlotte! Reiner! Over here!" You exclaimed once they came close, muttering 'be nice' to Jean under your breath while he pursed his lips. Charlotte and you excitedly hugged each other, complimenting the other's outfit. The two men gave each other a friendly handshake and a pat on the shoulder.

"You look lovely, Charlotte!" You were in smiles. Charlotte wore a pretty coral dress which fit her perfectly. Her long hair was in a twisted half updo too, and it complemented her outfit.

"You look good yourself, too, Liza!" Charlotte chimed as Reiner came over to say hi.

"Hi Reiner," you greeted as Charlotte waved to Jean, "thanks for agreeing to this! It took Jean a few days of convincing." Jean scowled as you hugged him while Charlotte laughed. Reiner scratched his neck and gave you a small smile.

"I'm not gonna lie. It took Charlotte a while to convince me to agree to this double date." Everyone laughed, and Jean gave Reiner a knowing smile. Once all formalities were exchanged, the four of you then made your way into the cinema, stopping by the counter to purchase some snacks. Jean and you got a large caramel popcorn and two cups of iced lemon tea, while Charlotte and Reiner got some nachos with cheese and two cups of coca-cola.

All of you went inside and took your seats at the centre row. Jean sat on the left while you sat on his right. Charlotte took her seat beside you, and Reiner was on her right.

"Try not to fall asleep," you heard Charlotte mutter to Reiner, and you tried your hardest to suppress a giggle. Jean couldn't wait and was already munching on some popcorn. Soon, the cinema started filling up with more audiences, and the lights started to dim. You excitedly grabbed Jean's hand, looking forward to the movie.

»»————-　　————-««

"The movie was great, wasn't it?" You asked Charlotte while the ending credits rolled, waiting for the crowd to exit the cinema. Charlotte nodded her head in agreement as you both continued to discuss the movie in detail, forgetting that your dates were waiting for the both of you to leave. You took a glance at the time flashed on your phone screen. The night was still young. You turned to Jean, mumbling something into his ear, and he gave you a small smile.

"Hey, Charlotte, do you and Reiner have any plans after this?"

"Hmm," she turned to look at Reiner and they both shook their heads, "not really."

"Great! Do you want to join Jean and I for dinner? We know a great place that sells really good Italian food." You chimed while Charlotte turned to Reiner again.

"I don't think we should impose—"

"No worries, man," Jean cut Reiner off, "just join us. Besides, the ladies still have much to talk about, am I right?" He laughed as everyone stood up and exited the cinema together.

"Let them talk all they want so that we can have a peace of mind tonight." Jean joked again, earning a frown from you and a hearty laugh from Charlotte. Reiner had his arm around Charlotte's waist.

"Yeah, sure, let's go for dinner together." Reiner agreed once you were all walking towards the car park. "Text us the address and we'll see you there?" With a nod, you and Jean parted ways with the couple and made your way over to the restaurant with a huge smile on your faces.

[elvenbeard]

Can we get 2 and 13 for your V? 👀

Yesssss, thank you so much for asking, nonny!! :D

2. how old are they? how long have they been living on their own?

If someone were to check his resident database entry, it would state his DOB as June 10th 2049, making him 27 going on 28 in 2077. I phrase it like that, because his actual date of birth is in 2049, but later in the year. June 10th is the day after he ran away from his abusive home as a 17-year-old. With Viktor's help he aged himself up in the database to 18, to gain his full independence from his mother a little sooner than he would have otherwise, scared she might use her government connections to track him down and drag him back (she still attempted it, but it took her much longer to find him and by the time she did he was no longer scared of her).

He's been living on his own since he ran away (June 9th 2067), and it was a real shock to the system. One of the scariest but also most important things he's ever done for himself.

13. if you were to choose a class for them, what would it be?

I looked at the Cyberpunk RED classes for this, since CP2077 doesn't really have classes xD I honestly think what would fit him best out of these is Fixer. He has decent netrunning skills, but he's not too keen on deepdiving the net, knowing the risks, even more so after what happened to T-Bug. He loves tech, tech-weapons, little gadgets, cars, but it's all more a side-interest and hobby than something he'd sincerely wanna follow as a career (his first job was at a tech store actually, a little further down the road he worked at a slightly shady autorepair shop - both were okay and earned him enough money to make a living, but they weren't fulfilling in the slightest). I know in-game V is basically conceptualized as a solo merc more or less, but Vince is too squishy really to make a good solo xD He made it as far at Arasaka Counterintel because there was always a team around him to rely on, and I think as a merc, once Jackie is gone, he really doesn't like taking gigs that are physically intense and/or don't suit a stealthy/hacky approach.

Information-brokering though, planning, organizing, creating and using connections, having your hands in everything, everywhere, playing your enemies to your advantage even? That fits him super well (probably also why I'm slightly biased towards the Sun ending and loved it so much, despite all the angsty implications XD). Had his life gone down a different, less violent path, I could totally also just see him as some form of Media, an influencer or manager or something like that maybe (been thinking too much about an AU or slightly alternative ending where he ends up becoming Kerry's manager actually XD).

[rere-the-writer]

Aaah ok Ive had this in my mind for a bit but can you do Klaus x reader where he rejects the reader and then gets with Caroline (no hate to her she just fits the story) so she leaves for a bit and Klaus realizes he misses the reader (u can pick the ending either angsty or fluffy) XD

Hey who asked for some angst

Warnings- Angst like alot nothing but angst,

A/N: Normally I love Caroline and Klaus together but I just wanted to do some angsty angst

You smooth out the dress you bought for the Mikaelson ball after being invited by both Elijah and Rebekah as they liked you a bit better than your sister Caroline. You had became close friends with Elijah and Rebekah as both were protective of you so when you told them you had feelings for Klaus they were surprised but supportive.

"Tonight is the night." You muttered to yourself looking a mirror seeing the dress you wore. It was a lovely navy that was strapless and how the dress hugged your curves perfectly as Rebekah always told that it only took a the perfect dress to feel like a princess and she was right.

You got to the ball seeing that Elena was here with Damon and Stefan which didn't surprise you. Elijah was by your side in a flash kissing your hand glaring at men that stared too long at you.

"Hi Eli. This is alot of people."

"Yes it seems Niklaus went overboard." Elijah says rubbing your back sensing your nervousness. With encouragement and a few drinks both Rebekah and Elijah sent you to confess to Klaus.

"Hey Klaus.....can we talk?"

"Yes, what is it love?" Klaus asked after leading you to his art studio and you took a deep breath. Your heart was beating loudly as your hands trembled ready to tell Klaus how much you loved him, how all you think was him.

"Klaus....I.....I am whole heartily in love with you. I find myself wondering how I could fall for you only to love you more and I really hope you feel the same."

You breath ready for a kiss or him feeling the same maybe rejection but you weren't ready for him to laugh. Klaus looked at you as you flushed with embarrassment.

"No offense love but you are just one of Rebekah's little friends, Elijah's little human. A thing to pass the time. I don't love you." Klaus tells you as hot tears fell down your face as Klaus watched you seemly unbothered by your tears.

Klaus thought you were just around because you were with Elijah but having you confess your feelings for him. Klaus wasn't going to be with you as he adored Caroline after all Elijah could just pick up the pieces of your heart like the older Original had always done when a girl confessed to the hybrid.

"I don't want my brothers sloppy seconds." Klaus says as the words hit you right in the heart as you turned around picking up your dress running out.

"Darling?" Elijah questioned seeing you leaving the ball tears in your eyes your face red with embarrassment.

"Thanks for the invite....I'll be leaving call you later." You said voice raw with emotion as an unreadable look fell on Elijah's face as he let you leave. Elijah looked seeing Klaus with Caroline who was giggling at his jokes enjoying herself.

Elijah marched over looking like a man on a mission grabbing Klaus and dragging him off to talk not caring that Caroline was calling out for him to stop.

"What is wrong with you!' Elijah growled glaring at Klaus as he threw his younger brother in a chair as both Rebekah and Kol entered the room wondering what was wrong.

"Talking to Caroline is wrong now?"

"No but tell me why, Y/N had left crying?" Elijah said as Rebekah glared at Klaus while the hybrid roll his eyes at Elijah's dramatics.

"It this what you are angry about? If she couldn't handle my rejection then she shouldn't have confessed to me."

"So you decide to break her heart?! Niklaus can be you be any more cruel?!" Elijah said glaring angry with his brother as Rebekah left quickly went to check up on you. Klaus sighed looking at Elijah seeing the rage on his older face.

"What would you have wanted me to do? Lie to her?"

"No but could have let her down gently Nik." Kol said having over heard the whole thing when he was being snoopy.

"Well it has been done now if you excuse me. I need to get back to Caroline."

Your heart felt shattered and you hadn't left your house for a month as Elijah and Rebekah had been coming to see you. You decided to leave unable to face Klaus seeing him with Caroline as you couldn't help but wish you were her.

While a part of you was happy that Klaus was happy but the other part of you wished you had white oak to kill him.

"Now darling, you have my and Rebekah's number. Call if you ever need help."

"I will Eli." You said giving him a weak smile feeling him kiss your head then Rebekah pulled you into her arms hugging you tightly.

"Elijah and I put some money in your account so buy a lot of things for me."

"Okay Beka." You tell her getting one last hug from the blonde and a head kiss from Elijah before getting in your car leaving.

It didn't take Klaus long to notice you were gone along with Caroline which made Klaus wonder where you had gone. Caroline was worried as you were her baby sister but after hounding Rebekah for answers the vampire was upset that you leave over something so petty.

"Where is your little human?" Klaus asked Elijah who was reading a book you recomend him to read.

"She left town. Needed space from you and Caroline." Elijah answered not looking up from the book but he could tell Klaus was frowning.

"She needed space?"

"She loved you and you tore her apart Niklaus. And before ask I have no idea where she nor what she is doing."

Seven months you had been gone and Klaus found hisself missing you. The hybrid hadn't realized before but he really missed your laugh and bright smile that would light up a room. Klaus could help but noticing all the little things you did for him like clean up his studio, bringing him macarons when you learned he loved them.

Klaus noticed how you always went out of you way to make him happy, how you always invited him to join your movie nights with Rebekah. Then Klaus came to realize that everything he loved about Caroline was nothing compared to you as not once did you judged his family for things they done unlike Caroline, not once did you throw his actions back at him like Caroline had done. You had loved him unconditionally unlike Caroline and now you were gone.

"Y/N!" Klaus heard Rebekah squeal making him rush to see you standing there with Rebekah. You were smiling, your hair cut short dressed in a sundress with a white shirt underneath. But the one thing that caught his eye the most was the male vampire with you.

"Beka. Meet Lorenzo St. John but everyone calls him Enzo, my fiancee." You tell her as Klaus felt the air leave his lungs. Elijah came out smiling at Enzo who wrapped an arm around.

"Fiancee? When did this happen?"

"A month ago." You gushed as you went into a story on how you both met as Klaus walked in. The hybrid never noticed before but now he missed the adoring look you had for him.

"Hey Klaus." You say smiling at him as it hit him it didn't hold the same warmth it once had for now you were giving them to Enzo.

"Hello love."

Klaus was angry when Elijah suggested to have your in the garden of the Mikaelson home because Klaus didn't want to watch you marry another. When it came to the day Klaus decided to try to win your heart.

"You look gorgeous love." You heard Klaus say as he stepped in the room seeing you in a slim wedding dress that was long sleeved and tastefully low cut. You had train of lace that was your veil and he couldn't help but feel like he should be marrying you.

"Thank you. How are you and Caroline?"

"We broke up two months ago. I want to apologize for what I said and I realized that I love you." Klaus tells you as you stared at him when you heard the words you wanted to always heard from Klaus. Now you could leave Enzo and be with Klaus but the words he told you when you confessed rang in your thoughts.

You smoothed out your dress walking up to Klaus cupping his cheek watching him leaned into your touch. You almost felt cruel for what you about to do but you remember the pain he caused.

"Sorry Klaus, I don't want my sister's sloppy seconds." You said lowly walking passed him as Klaus felt a lone tear roll down his face while you went off to marry another.

[killerandhealerqueen]

Not sure if this counts as prompt or headcanon but imagine if Byn, with her canonical crush on Lu Yao, doesn't take his gentle but firm rejection of her very well? All hell breaks loose when she finds out that the object of Lu Yao's affections is none other than the oblivious Qiao Chusheng (and I think he would be oblivious or atleast not read too much into Lu Yao's actions xD). I feel like the dynamics would be so much interesting with each person having to make some tough choices ahead (LY learning not to be a coward, QCS choosing loyalties coz he would care for BQ if not BYN etc.) 🙈 Hope you have fun with this one xD

Turtle! I hope you enjoy this little headcanon...it's my first one for MRIAD so I hope I did good!

Bai Youning does not take “No” for an answer. Since she’s an only child, she’s a rather spoiled brat who gets whatever and whoever she wants. “No” is not in her vocabulary. She never uses it and she’s never had it said to her before

So, when she admits her feelings to Lu Yao and he gently but firmly rejects her…she does not take it well. She throws a fit, as a spoiled brat does, and screams and cries, demanding that Lu Yao accept her affections but Lu Yao still tells her no, saying that he already likes someone else

Bai Youning, of course, the nosy busybody that she is, demands to know who the person of Lu Yao’s affection is and lets out an angry shriek when she finds out that it’s Qiao Chusheng

She tells Lu Yao that he can’t be in love with Qiao Chusheng, he should be in love with her, he can only love her, and that’s sort of the last straw for Lu Yao, he just…packs up his shit and leaves

When Qiao Chusheng comes to call on him for a case, he’s surprised to see Lu Yao sitting outside the apartment with all of his things

“Youning kick you out?”

Lu Yao looks up at him and shakes his head

“No, I left. I don’t think I can live with her anymore”

Qiao Chusheng hums

“Lovers spat?”

Lu Yao shudders

“We are not lovers, Chusheng. Not even in the slightest. I could never be in love with someone like her”

Qiao Chusheng hums

“Don’t let Bai Qili hear you say that or he’ll have your head”

Lu Yao scoffs

“I’m not scared of that man or his threats”

Qiao Chusheng frowns

“You know his threats are very real, yes?”

Lu Yao huffs

“Why should I be afraid of him when I have you?”

Qiao Chusheng looks at him in surprise as Lu Yao sighs

“Can I stay with you?”

Qiao Chusheng frowns before he shrugs

“My apartment is small and not fancy…hope you don’t mind”

Lu Yao shakes his head as he grabs his suitcase full of stuff and stands to his feet

“As long as it’s away from here, I don’t care what size it is”

Qiao Chusheng shrugs but motions for Lu Yao to follow him to his car, which was parked nearby. They then get inside and drive to Qiao Chusheng’s apartment, which was much smaller compared to that of Bai Youning and Lu Yao’s old apartment but Lu Yao just smiles at it

He then promptly moves in with Qiao Chusheng and they find it actually to be a lot more pragmatic because Qiao Chusheng never has to drive to Lu Yao’s apartment to pick him up which means they never have to tell Bai Youning about their cases (which is great for both of them)

With Lu Yao living there now, Qiao Chusheng always gets fed probably some of the best meals he’s ever had because Lu Yao is a gourmet and has a rather refined palette so whatever Lu Yao eats, Chusheng eats. Now, he doesn’t like a lot of what Lu Yao cooks (because some of it is just not his taste) but he enjoys majority of it because Lu Yao is a great cook

They had always been domestic but now that they were living together, they were even more domestic

They both claimed that it was because of the small apartment that their clothes ended up in the same closet and that they ended up sharing a bed but really, they just enjoyed being with each other

Everyone at the police station noticed a difference in their demeanor as well; Qiao Chusheng was much more pleasant nowadays thanks to good food in his stomach and a happy Lu Yao and Lu Yao was happy because he wasn’t constantly fighting with Youning every time they made eye contact

Bai Qili, of course, wasn’t exactly happy with what was happening and demanded Qiao Chusheng to do something about it but Qiao Chusheng basically tells Bai Qing to stuff it because Bai Youning is a grown woman and if she wants to do something about it, then she can but he’s done being the middle man with everything

Bai Qili isn’t happy with that statement and goes into a tirade about how he put Qiao Chusheng in the position he’s in and blah blah blah and Qiao Chusheng explains that while he’s grateful for everything Bai Qing’s done, he doesn’t have to keep helping Qiao Chusheng because he’s no longer going to be Bai Youning’s protection because again, she’s a grown woman, if she gets into a mess, it’s her damn fault and she can get herself out of it

Bai Qili does not like that and basically gets Qiao Chusheng fired but Qiao Chusheng’s not that bothered by it because now he and Lu Yao can open up a detective agency because lets be honest, they’re probably the two smartest people in Shanghai, if they didn’t open a detective agency, they’d be stupid

A few of the loyal officers from the police station come and join their agency as officers/detectives, like A-Dou and Salim and a couple of others

Majority of the cases now go to Lu Yao and Qiao Chusheng and since Qiao Chusheng isn’t bound by the police anymore, he can use his triad connections to get the information he needs. Lu Yao uses whatever means necessary to find clues

Bai Youning, still bitter about Lu Yao rejecting her, tries to write a smear piece about both of them but since they’ve helped so many people in Shanghai, the smear piece is pulled from the newspaper because of all the complaints that come in

Bai Youning loses her job at some point because of her smear piece and because she gets caught one day being at a crime scene that she’s not supposed to be at and her photos that she’s definitely not supposed to take are found in the papers

Lu Yao and Qiao Chusheng, meanwhile, are quite happy with their domestic lives and Lu Yao one day musters up the courage to tell Qiao Chusheng that he likes him. Qiao Chusheng just looks at him in confusion

“I like you too”

Lu Yao huffs and rolls his eyes

“No, you idiot. I have feelings for you. Romantic feelings”

Qiao Chusheng looks at him in surprise

“What, really?”

Lu Yao laughs and nods

“I don’t do half the things I do for you for most people. That means you’re special”

Qiao Chusheng looks at Lu Yao and smiles before he laughs

“Guess I’ve never noticed”

Lu Yao rolls his eyes again as Qiao Chusheng steps forward and wraps an arm around him, pulling him close

“So, what you’re saying is…you love me?”

Lu Yao huffs before he kisses Qiao Chusheng solidly on the lips before pulling away

“I thought I made that pretty obvious”

Qiao Chusheng laughs and kisses Lu Yao again

“Guess I wasn’t paying attention”

Lu Yao groans and knocks his head against Qiao Chusheng’s

“Why do I love you?”

Qiao Chusheng shrugs

“One of life’s greatest mysteries”

Both men laugh and just sort of enjoy being in each other’s arms while Bai Youning is angry, bitter, and lonely in her apartment. She should really learn to get used to the word “no”…she’s going to be hearing it a lot more often now

[peanutpinet]

Yuta (cold mafia boss)

Prompt: 20)“The only time a man should be fast is when he’s trying to dodge my bullets.” - 100 Dialogue Prompts for Mob Boss AUs

A/N: since NCT 127 have decided to attack us since Friday with all their day/night posts and whatever more things they still got in the back storage, I just gotta do some fics about the dark concept, cause like, yea XD. I asked my friend whose bias is Yuta to choose a prompt and so, here we are XD

Warnings: some form of harassment, cursing (it's Yuta) drinking, spiked drink and hint of kidnapping

It was a Friday night and you were more than excited to finally have some time off to hang out with your boyfriend, Yuta, who was also part "gang leader" of NCT, an infamous group that people thought do illegal doings when they're the ones shutting the illegal businesses down.

Yuta being Yuta didn't disclose what he did from the beginning. But he also never fully tell you everything which, is understandable, it was confidential information. Despite so, Yuta never restricted your movements and you both would have some normal cafe dates, picnic dates, etc. Even so, there will be times where Yuta would have you do some personal training that includes self-defence, quizzes about types of chemicals, guns, etc. In his defense, he just wants you to be prepared should something goes wrong and you're alone.

Despite following Yuta's needs, you would sometimes joke about how it won't happen or that Yuta will make sure it wouldn't go too far or even if anything did happen, you were sure that Yuta would eventually find a way to make things right. Boi, were you in for a treat.

As mentioned, you were finally going to have a night out with Yuta after so long and had just finished getting ready when you received a text from Yuta saying, "hey love, sorry this is super last minute but could you change into a more black-tie dress code? We are sort of having a business dinner tonight and I want to bring you as my date. I'm on my way to pick you up right now. Don't worry, you don't have to put on anything you're uncomfortable cause whatever you wear, you still look hot to me ;)"

So of course you did what Yuta asked. You changed into a simple long black dress that fitted your figure and touched up your makeup a bit more and let your hair down. As you were putting on the last of your accessories and about to put your shoes on, Yuta was already ringing the bell. You quickly opened the door for him and told him that you were just going to put your shoes on which Yuta chuckled and helped you as he saw you struggling.

"You didn't have to go all out and wear heels babe, you'll have sore feet by the end of the night" Yuta mentioned, holding you steady as you were putting on your heels

"I mean, if it's just dinner, I'll just be sitting either way. You so owe me with a pizza movie night next week" you complained, finally putting your shoes

"Anything for you babe. Let's go" Yuta smiled, bringing your arm wrapped around his and helped you get into the car before he went to the driver's seat

Arriving at the dinner, you felt out of place since this was the first time Yuta actually brought you. Noticing your nervous state, Yuta wrapped his arm over your shoulder, telling you that he'll be right beside you unless you need to go to the restroom or need some personal space.

Nodding, Yuta gave you a heartwarming smile and brought you around. First and foremost, to his other members that were joining the dinner, the people you knew the week you and Yuta started dating. Allowing some weight off since how worried you were.

"Oh, (Y/N)!! Welcome!! Hope Yuta didn't force you to come here" Johnny greeted you which Yuta gave him a glare

"Well, he sorta promised me for a pizza movie night date next week, so I guess it's a winwin" you replied, chuckling

"Oooh, can we come? I miss just watching movies on the weekend" Jungwoo requested, pulling out his puppy eyes

"Maybe if you find yourself a girlfriend, I'd consider it" Yuta hissed, you hit him playfully

"Hey (Y/N), sometimes I wonder what you see in Yuta. He's so aggressive" Jungwoo joked as Taeyong tried to calm everyone and directed everyone to their table since dinner was starting

Dinner surprisingly went well and the opposing business partners were actually cooperating; like, they would agree to what NCT were asking, even giving some suggestions for the corporation. But nevertheless, every NCT member were on their best guard; heck, they all had their guns rested by their hips and even knifes hidden within their clothing.

Seeing how the talk about the business bore you, you took a big sip off of the drink the waiter had just poured for you. Suddenly feeling the urge to go to the bathroom, you excused yourself from everyone at the table, nodding your head when Yuta told you to immediately come back once you're done.

However, you didn't go to the bathroom because of the urge to pee or anything. Instead, it's because you didn't feel too good, maybe the alcohol in your drink was a bit too much to your tolerance but whether you want to admit it or not, you didn't feel good and felt like you could pass out at any second.

After purging and sitting down for a bit, you felt slightly better but not good enough because everything around you was tilted. Taking a deep breath, you just kept on thinking how the dinner table wasn't that far and if you hurry, you can just make it to Yuta's side and pass out however you like.

Pulling whatever willpower you have left, you stood up and started to walk out of the bathroom. Holding onto the wall, you slowly walked down the hall back to your table, until someone came up to you, asking if you were alright which you told them that you were fine. You may be dizzy and not feeling good, but you surely weren't dumb nor were you drunk.

Despite the guy saying that all he wanted to do was to help you, you clearly knew that wasn't his true intention since he was gripping you a bit too much to your liking. You've tried pushing him away but that only made his grip tighter. And to top it off, instead of helping you to your actual table or at least asking where your table was, he brought you to a more quiet area; making your heart beat quicker.

Unfortunately, at this point, whatever was in your drink was sinking it and you slowly start to lose consciousness and hope as from what you can see, you were far from your table. But thank the universe because all of a sudden you hear a loud ring and the tight grip was gone; instead, it was replaced by a warm embrace.

"Get him out of here before I actually kill him right here and now" you heard Yuta's stern voice commanding his other members

"I got you, baby. Let's get you back home, hmm?" you heard Yuta's voice turned soft; not having any more energy, you just nodded and fell asleep in his embrace

Because Yuta felt he can't leave you alone nor not torment the people that hurt you, he decided to bring you back to NCT's place. Wiping off your makeup and putting on your skincare for you, Yuta had one of the maids help change your clothes and then he tucked you in bed; not leaving your side until he's convinced that you're fully asleep before leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead then quietly leaving the room.

Walking out of the room, he saw Jeno and Jaemin, asking them to guard your room until he gets back. Making his way to the basement, he met with the NCT members that joined the dinner that did not end well at all.

Turns out, not long after you left, the neos already had a bad feeling; that something was not right, especially since their "business partners" were eyeballing the situation around them and it was revealed that the dinner was just a cover-up and that they were planning to use you to get to the neos, which clearly did not end well for them.

"Is she alright?" Taeyong asked, seeing Yuta was fuming

"She's very much passed out the second I found her. Are they all in there?" Yuta questioned strictly

"Yea. All tied up and blindfolded on the ground" Johnny mentioned

"Good" Yuta smirked, slamming the door open, making the prisoners jerked in surprise

"Rise and shine motherf*ckers. I hope you're ready for what's coming" Yuta shouted as some of the neos took their blindfolds off

"And y'all call yourselves men. Tch. You guys may be agile but not agile enough. The only time a man should be fast is when he’s trying to dodge my bullets. Not getting caught by their enemies. And surely not looking or thinking to do anything to another person's girlfriend. Oh well, what's done is done. Be lucky that we all got there in time. But, that doesn't mean I'll go easy on you. Let's see...should I start off with your fingers because you touched my girl or your head for ever thinking that little stunt of yours. Either way, I'm definitely going to take my time with you all" Yuta ranted, a smirk forming on his face as he saw the horror of his prisoners while the neos put their blindfolds back on

A/N: yeap, this turned out longer than expected. Welp, this is what happens when NCT updates with a dark concept I guess XD

[slashingdisneypasta]

Ram Sweeney x Reader || Headcanons

Topic: Dating HC's

Notes:

*Sigh*... I write regularly write for creeps like Freddy Krueger and Offenderman... and am one of the few tumblrs that write for Sheriff Hoyt romantically... and yet Kurt and Ram are my real guilty pleasure characters.

Anyway I hope someone other then me wanted this XDD I'm gonna do a Kurt one too.

Warnings: Some NSFW but not explicit.

Your song: The Way I Loved You (Taylor Swift)

He respects my space and never makes me wait

And he calls exactly when he says he will

He's close to my mother, talks business with my father

He's charming and endearing and I'm comfortable

...

But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain

And it's 2:00 a.m. and I'm cursing your name

So in love that you act insane

And that's the way I loved you

Breakin' down and coming undone

It's a roller coaster kinda rush

And I never knew I could feel that much

And that's the way I loved you

You two as a TV/Movie/Book couple: Bianca Piper and Wesley Rush (The DUFF)

Having the kind of relationship that no one else understands at all. Like, you have nothing in commen except commen history and your feelings for each other (Which are, on the other hand, totally clear to everyone) but when you're together you're always laughing and being affectionate.

Being in an on and off relationship throughout middle school and highschool- but never and I repeat; Never, is anyone permitted to mess with you at all. Because Ram always considers you his, even when you arent together.

So yeah, you always have 2 (Ram, and Kurt) large football star bodyguards at your disposal.

Being very playful together.

SOOOOoooooo much PDA. Including: Making out in the hallways and at school events like football games (You dont care who sees), sitting in his lap or at least squished close to his side at lunch, him throwing you over his shoulder to carry you places, him giving you piggy back rides, him picking you up and twirling you around, him just standing behind you with his arms around your waist and his chin rested on your shoulder when he's bored (With everything but you), his arm being over your shoulders as you walk together, you wiping peanut butter on his nose to get a rise out of him and then running away so he'll chase you, you peppering his face with kisses to make him laugh, etc.

Having a turbulent relationship. Because while, when all is well you two are like peanut butter and jelly and seem like the perfect highschool sweethearts, when you arent it's because Ram has gotten really jealous over something and called you a terrible name (Skank, whore, slut, bitch- any of those) or you understandably got irritated by his bullying and/or being a perverted, sexist asshole and you have huge, blow out fights in the middle of school and by the end of the period the whole student body knows about it.

You give him the silent treatment and the cold shoulder after those (If you didnt break up, that is) and he sends Kurt to give you messages.

When you make up its because he sincerely apologises although he doesn't 100% understand what he did wrong which becomes part of the next fight.

As you've been together so very long, he is basically part of your fucking family. He's so familiar and casual with your parent/s and/or sibling/s. They love him so much that, whether you're with him at the time or not, they allow him into the house and your bedroom with a cup of tea and snacks. (Its the 'American dream' popular-boy / football-star thing.)

So yeah, sometimes when you're mad at him or he wants to get back together (Which generally you want to do, to. You honestly have the same biological timer. Its like, 3 weeks pass by of being broken up and then ding ding ding! You both get the feelings its time to get back together and start sharing grins in the hallway and talking to your friends about eachother) you'll just find him waiting for you in your room when you come home.

Hanging out a looooooot with Kurt. Movie nights at your place, hanging out at the mall together on weekends sneaking out to see them at the football field at night time, etc. When you're sad, they'll both turn up wherever you are to cheer you up, too! Goofballs.

This does not mean there arent times where Ram shoo's Kurt off, though, when you two want some alone time together (*Eyebrow wiggles*) because of course. I'm just saying, you're a close-knit group.

When you are alone together, not much changes from when you're around others honestly XD You're still just as playful and affectionate. You just, you know, also have sex.

When he's down, you rusk your graceful image and climb through his bedroom window to be there with him. You dont fuck, you dont even really kiss. You just climb into bed with him and he'll tuck you under his chin and close his eyes. Legit old married couple. And you two sleep- by morning, he usually feels better and refuses to let you get out of bed with him.

"Five more minutessssss, babe!" He whines, holding you against him and pressing kisses to your head. You know he'll just say that again in 5 minutes time- and over, and over, and over again.

"Oh- no. I've been caught in this trap before Ram. We have school, so we have to get up. Come on!" You push firmly at his stomach (or abs) with your fists; not that that does much as he just just groans or gathers your little wrists in one big fist to stop you (Either way he certainly doesn't even flinch). His eyes are still closed. You sigh.

Now you have two choices, you can either give in and snuggle back into him for the rest of the morning, or threaten to send an attack towards his groin and he'll literally fling himself outta bed. Like "OH LOOK AT THE TIME- Kurt's gonna be waiting for us outside. Lets go!"

There are also mornings that you wake up with him (No sad Ram the night before necessary) and are all too happy to stay there with him. You just adorably nod into his chest, eyes still closed and making the cutest half-asleep morning sound when he asks if you wanna stay here a bit longer and he happily pulls the blanket over both your heads; shielding you both from the real world for a while.

OKAY MOVING ON FROM THAT FLUFFINESS.

You are also the only person who has any sort of control over him and Kurt. Like you can take them down a few pegs with just a look.

You two do date other people when you're broken up but its clear to anyone watching that these are just nice place holders for eachother. Neither of you are ever as happy with others as you are with eachother. You're ridiculously in love, actually.

Ypu were the first one to say I Love You, and he immediately called Kurt for guidance XD

Places you've had sex (Because it is always the full monty with Ram): Both your bedrooms so so so many times, the school bathrooms, his car, Kurts car (Kurt was NOT pleased.), the back of the football field, under the bleachers during a game or pep rally (he was benched for being too violent) + under the bleachers during practise + under the bleachers when the football field is deserted, the back of the school, the faculty parking lot at school, Kurts and Heather Chandler's houses (Parties. Basically a Westerburg High party is not complete without Y/N L/N and Ram Sweeney breaking in someones bed), his parent's car, the woods, cow pasture (a picnic blanket was used), and finally some mall changing rooms.

You leave him messages on his answering machine. He listens to every one of them (Which means something because he doesnt listen to anyone elses, unless he's gotta get through them to get to yours).

Him being SUCH a jealous asshole (With everyone except Kurt).

HIM STANDING UP TO THE HEATHERS FOR YOU.

#PromKingAndQueen

Having Kurt "Smartest guy on the football team," Kelly be your (Occasionally, live in- yes, he has slept over with the two of you on the floor so he could break up fights) couples councellor. Often his advice is 'fuck it out' but he also comes up with oddly wise shit sometimes. Mostly he's just very exasperated though. Like, its obvious you two are gonna end up together- stop bothering me with this shit. Let me get some pussy for myself guys please-

You two getting a bit frisky on movie nights with Kurt and he throws stuff at you. He just starts bringing a pool noodle (That he drew an angry face onto) along with him and hitting y'all with it whenever he feels its necessary. Cuz I mean, on one hand, of course he's happy for his bro Ram that he's getting his dick wet, but on the other- ITS FUCKIN MOVIE NIGHT, PULL YOURSELVES TOGETHER FOR T W O S E C O N D S (Oh the irony- it does indeed escape him). He'll park his ass right in the middle of you two if you keep it up.

If he had survived, you and Ram would have broken up after graduation and spent college apart, before bumping into each other again back home as new (Improved. Especially him) people that fit together better now and ended up getting back together for good.

[hollowedwing]

Isekai-ed into Hawk's Life

Hawks x gn!winged!Reader

Warnings: ⚠️ Death!(at very beginning, it is an isekai), mentions of death throughout, some angst(??maybe not yet??), slight cursing

THIS WILL NOT FOLLOW A SPECIFIC TIMELINE IN THE MANGA

(so sorry i just, love, love, the idea of having wings)

(this is all my art, it is on IG, im just too embarrassed for people who know me irl to potentially find this xD Even though none of them have tumblr 👀 if you somehow recognize it...props to you?)

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tbh, I can’t decide if I want this to have more than 1 part. 

Word count: ~1,800

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You were on your way home from a long evening at your part time job. Before that you had already taken 2 finals that morning too.

You dragged your feet, exhausted, as you headed towards the crosswalk. Stopping at the edge as the traffic light turned green, you decided to pull out your phone and decided to watch a speed paint from your favorite artist who recently released a new video.

It just so happened it was a Hawks speed paint 👀

The light turned red and you slipped your phone into your pocket as your started to make your way across the street

little did you know this would be the last time you'd cross the street

A wild driver came barreling down the road, no regards for civilians or traffic lights, probably drunk or high or just someone out for blood.

You stood there like a deer caught in headlights as your life flashes before your eyes

You can barely comprehend what's happening as you felt pain engulf your body and suddenly you were unconscious

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Keigo tiredly stumbled into his large apartment, kicking off his shoes and shrugging his jacket off by the door

He wants nothing more than to just flop down and pass out. The HPSC has been giving him hell lately about god knows what.

He let out a long sigh and headed towards the bathroom to do his nightly routine

As he finishes up, he drags his feet towards his bed and flops down face first into the comfort of his pillow and sheets

Keigo falls asleep almost instantly after getting into a comfortable position, worn out from a long day of work

What he wasn't expecting was a loud "thud!" coming from the main room. He jolts up from his bed, feathers ready to attack.

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Reader's pov(?)

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You groaned as you hit the floor. Your head was spinning and it feels like a truck just hit you

oh wait...

You suddenly became more alert, looking around in a panic, expecting to either be on the road and injured or in a hospital of sorts. What you didn't expect was a wooden floor inside of a random apartment.

You felt around your body for any signs of injury, but all you found were a set of wings on your back- wings?? Hold up. Why did you feel wings what kind of sick joke was this?

Your thoughts were racing as your breathing picked up. What was happening? Didn't you just get hit by a vehicle? Why are there wings in your back? Where are you even?

Feeling around in your pockets, you found your phone and whipped it out, trying for anything. You turned it on, the harsh light of it illuminating your face, you tried to send a text to your best friend, but alas, it wouldn't go through. Actually nothing on your phone seemed to work. You checked your location settings, for some reason it said Musutafu, Japan.

Wasn't....Wasn't that the location that most of Boku no Hero Academia took place?? This can't be right, this has to be a dream right? There's no way that you could have actually ended up here unless...

Then it hit you.

You read your fair share of isekai series back when you were alive in your realm. Mostly manhwas of characters getting reborn into another person's body, but, never actually reincarnating as yourself into another world.

That was the only thing you could think of. You must have been reincarnated into the Boku no Hero Academia world. Except as yourself.

In all honesty, this is not how you thought you'd go out. You didn't know what to expect after death, but this definitely wasn't it. After all, this was a fictional setting, wasn't it?

Well, not anymore because now you're living in it! Smh.

That would also probably explain the wings on your back. This was you now. You have a bird quirk.

Now, all you have to do, is figure out where the heck you are.

Just as you are about to stand up, feathers zip towards you, pinning you to the ground

You hear footsteps begin to come towards you. You don't know if you should be scared for your life considering you've already died once or ecstatic because, you knew for a fact, this could be none other than Hawks' apartment.

The winged hero finally emerges and stares down at you, crossing his arms over his chest.

He says in a low, gravely voice from sleep, "Who are you, and how did you get into my home?" You stare back up at him and nervously chuckle.

"I'm not sure you'd believe me if I told you." You nervously sigh out.

"Try me." He demands, sounding a little more irritated now. You sigh in defeat and start to explain your situation.

"Do...do you know what an isekai is?" You said sheepishly while turning your gaze away from his. He kind of gave you a confused head tilt and just a vibe that said “No”. You sigh again and explain it to the best of your ability. Hawks becomes more and more interested and confused as you talk, but nods a long slowly. 

“So...you were reborn here, but as yourself? Wait- does that mean you died before!?” He asked, disbelief and fear ran through his eyes. You looked at him in bitter amusement.

“Apparently I did. The last thing I remember of my world was getting hit by some truck or car. The dude clearly did not know how to drive. I had the right of way I was pretty sure at least. I mean, the light was red, usually that means pedestrians can cross the street? And plus he was going wayyy over the speed limit,” you begin to ramble on, the reality of actually dying setting into you. Hawks noticed the panic beginning to set into you and released you from his feathers. He crouched down next to you and grabbed your shoulders gently.

"Hey, hey, hey, look at me, you're ok now, right? You're here, and not dying in the middle of the street still. You're here. In Musutafu," he said trying to calm you back to reality. Well, what was your new reality. Your mind was racing. Trying to put together a coherent thought. 

You look up to him, with a panicked look still in your eyes, thoughts started to come out of your mouth as your brain was trying to catch up with the situation. "I'm... I'm in Boku no Hero Academia and, and you’re Keigo... standing... right in front of me..I have wings. I have wings? Jeezus I have fucking wings. And I’m dead in my own world. I don’t know anyone, well, wait, technically, I do know people, just-Oh gods! I’m so sorry, that name slipped out! I- I, I’m really sorry Hawks." Even in your wild state, you noticed Hawks tense up at the sound of being called Keigo by a total stranger, and were able to get out an apology. That was progress? You were slowly coming back to reality.

Hawks froze up a bit at the sound of hearing his real name mentioned. At first he wasn't sure if he believed your tale of the isekai situation, but after this he might have to reconsider it. He opted to shake off that weird feeling for now and focus on different matters. 

" I-I don't know what I'm supposed to do now? I have nowhere to go or to stay. I'm in a whole different freaking universe! My phone doesn't even hardly work here. And I have a pair of wings on my back!" You puffed them out angrily. Hawks glanced behind you and his eyes widened a little. You in fact, did have a set of bird wings. Kind of owl like wings. Not near as big as Hawks', but definitely big enough to fly you around.

Before Hawks could process the words coming out of his mouth, he was already asking you, "Would you maybe like to stay with me? I can help with your quirk too." He glanced away awkwardly. You looked towards him in disbelief.

"Dude, are you sure? We literally just met like 10 minutes ago? I mean, I'm all for it, I have nowhere else to turn to, but if you really really don't want me here, I will politely step out of your life." You so badly wanted to accept his offer on the spot, but being the considerate, mostly sensible human you were, you gave him the option to back out. Hawks shook his head.

"No, no, it's alright. You can crash here. Uh- I mean- stay here! Sorry!" You giggled at his comment.

"Well thank you very much!"

"It's all good. I have a spare bedroom you can occupy for the time being. I'll give you some clothes to sleep in that'll hopefully fit. Accidentally bought a couple things in the wrong size without looking. " (a/n: just...just assume its your size, or oversized, whatever's comfy idk) He jumped up and headed towards his room to grab you the clothes. You still sat on the floor. Still amazed at everything that was occurring.

Hawks walked back into the room and tossed you the clothes. "Hey uh, you know, you can get up now, sorry for holding you down earlier.."

You blushed and scrambled to stand up, "Oh no! It's ok! I understand. This would definitely warrant that kind of action. Some random stranger crashes into your apartment at like 1am. I completely understand. Honest."

He let out a small laugh and wearily brushed his fingers through his hair. The adrenaline of everything finally wearing off. He could feel the tiredness setting into his aching muscles again. “Ah, well, I’m going to head to bed now. The room is down the hall at the very end that you can stay in. I’ll take you out training tomorrow evening if that’s alright?”

You gave a nod of understanding and followed him down the hallway. “Goodnight Hawks,” you sang as he walked into his bedroom. He gave a hum of acknowledgment and closed his door. 

Making it into what was now your room, you changed out of your clothes so fast, eager to rid yourself of the past hours events. 

Not gonna lie, you could not figure out how to properly get your new wings into the shirt, even with the holes and snaps in the back. Your mind was too exhausted to even process this new skill. So you ended up going to bed without the shirt on and just settled for putting the sweatpants on. 

You figured it’d be good to just pass out asap. You were sure if you tried to recount the recent events, you’d spiral into a panicked mess. 

You shut your eyes tightly, willing yourself to sleep, trying to only think of positive outcomes for the future. But to be honest, you didn’t know enough about anything in this realm to think rationally about anything good. 

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I prooobably didn’t proofread this as much as I should have

[existential-angstt]

I’m here for the cult stuff? // Shane “Dio” Morrissey x Reader

Warnings: SMUT (kinda light smut if I’m honest :/ ), fucking outside / in public, cult stuff? not sure what else I need to say xD

After the church incident, you started hanging around Dio a whole lot more and of course the two of you started dating. He introduced you to his friends, many of whom scoffed a little at you but after a sharp look from their dark overlord softened up and tried to be as welcoming as they could. Once they got to know you a little better of course, you all found things in common and they started treating you like one of their own, some of them even saying hello to you on campus or first bumping you and earning you stares from the normies. 

Your friends heard all about it of course and immediately acted disgusted but once it became apparent you weren’t dropping this, they did their best to adjust and try to find things to like about Dio. Of course it wasn’t important to you if they didn’t like him- they didn’t have to. What mattered was you liked him. 

He’d escort you to classes with an arm wrapped protectively around your shoulders or waist, acting like he couldn’t function without a hand on you in some way. You liked to hook your hand in his belt loop under his coat, the two of you walking in step and talking about deeper meanings in Edgar Allen Poe’s stories or how you’d get away with murder, those sorts of things. You started dressing in darker colors at his urging, started to look more like the kind of person who would date someone like Dio. But even after all the steps you took to incorporate him into your life, you still had yet to infiltrate his so-called “cult”. 

Whenever you came to see him in the basement of Miller, any and all cult talk ceased and everyone acted friendly and light, but you knew as soon as you headed out for your next class the business would resume without you. You hadn’t directly told Dio that you wanted to be involved… you had said, however, that whatever was important to him was important to you, hoping he’d get the message and invite you into the “inner circle”, but alas, there were still a few nights every week he’d kiss you after dinner and disappear until the wee hours of the morning, when he’d come home reeking of incense and other things. 

You hoped to- well, you hoped to something he wasn’t sacrificing animals in the woods, but you were pretty sure that was a little off the wall-- after all, you’d seen how he got around kittens. For all his pomp and circumstance, you seriously doubted that man could hurt a small animal of any kind for any reason. 

So one night when he climbed into bed around 2 in the morning, as you stirred and snuggled into his chest you brought it up. “D?” you mumbled sleepily.

“Hmm? Didn’t realize you were awake, pet,” he said, pulling you close and sighing deeply. “What is it?” 

“Can I come to a cult thingie? A meeting?” you said into his chest, running your hand up his back, tracing the indentions of his spine under his skin. He paused, silent, as though considering. 

“I don’t know if you’d like it much,” he said finally, dodging. 

“Dio-” you groaned.

“I know, little one, I know, what’s important to me is important to you,” he rumbled, pausing again. “I suppose… if you really wanted to…. The best time to come is tomorrow night. It’s a blood moon, and we’re having a special ritual for it,” he replied, stroking your hair. He let out a short chuckle and added, “You wouldn’t wanna be the sacrifice, would you?” You opened one eye against his chest, watching the faint moonlight slipping into the room and tracing the edges of your boyfriend’s form on the bed beside you. 

“What would that entail?” you said, suddenly much more awake, your heartbeat thrumming away. He did that rumble laugh again, the vibration rocking through you as he held you and stroked your hair, tugging on it softly. 

“Nothing too serious… just laying on an altar, letting us pray over you.... Some ritualistic blood spilling… nothing you’re not used to already…,” he said, his hand sliding down to grip your hip to trace one of the faint scars from your adventures in knifeplay. You shivered, feeling yourself get turned on despite still being half asleep. You wriggled under his hand, not wanting to wake yourself up too much. 

“Yeah, I’ll do it, D. I wanna be part of it. For you…,” you mumbled, trailing soft kisses up his chest. 

“Oh, sweet girl. That means a lot,” he murmured, sinking his face into the crook of your neck, breathing deeply and kissing the soft flesh there, licking and softly sucking a hickey into your throat. 

“‘Kay, horndog, go to sleep. Need sleep if ‘m gonna be a sacrifice for you,” you said, tugging softly on the hair at the base of his neck. He chuckled again and stopped his games, simply holding you close until you both passed out.

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Dio didn’t elaborate at all on what you’d agreed to, simply telling you to meet him outside Miller at 10 pm. He wasn’t going to be around all evening-- he said he needed to “take care of some things” and “prepare”, whatever that meant. You texted him and asked him what to wear around dinner time and his only reply was “black dress”. There was only one dress he could be referring to of course- a floor length lace and tulle number you’d bought recently that you had absolutely nowhere to wear it to. Fitting, for a sacrifice, you figured. 

You slithered into the dress and did your makeup, going bold with lots of dark red eyeshadow that made your eyes pop and black eyeliner. Waiting was the worst part-- sitting on the couch, all dressed up for some fun cult activity, all alone without him…

Finally you could wait no longer and you shrugged on his long leather coat, which he’d left in your apartment (weird, but handy at this moment) and descended the steps down to your car. 

The closest place you could park to Miller Hall was still a bit of a walk, and you were dressed for a party, so your heart was racing the entire time you were walking from the car to the building. You gripped his coat around you as though it would protect you as well as he could himself. The campus was empty, haunting-- everything was well lit, of course. After all, it was a college campus-- but that didn’t stop the feeling of foreboding creeping through your veins. 

You walked fast, a fistful of your dress in one hand to keep you from tripping and your other hand holding Dio’s jacket closed over your chest. You rounded a corner of the building next to Miller Hall and ran squarely into a stranger. 

“Woah- hey there, pretty lady, where you going so late?” said a voice. You looked up, eyes wide as you stumbled backwards. You couldn’t see his face-- he was directly under one of the lamps lighting the walkway so his face was cast in shadow, but he was big and you didn’t like the way he was looking at you. You could see his teeth glinting in the dimness his face was cast in. He took a few steps towards you as you tracked backwards, the urge to run getting stronger. “Hey, wait, don’t go anywhere- you’re dressed for a party,” he said, stalking towards you now. You realized with a start the jacket had fallen open, revealing your dress. You started reaching desperately for the low pocket of Dio’s jacket, where you knew he kept a knife at all times, but you were shaking and still thinking about running. 

Just as the stranger got to the edge of the building, a figure slid out of the shadows and stepped between the two of you, squaring up with the stranger. Whoever it was was just as tall as the opposing figure, and the stranger was clearly startled at the person’s appearance. 

“You wanna rethink that, asshole?” 

That was Dio’s voice- you stared at the two of them, still frozen in place. The stranger’s posture changed immediately. He went from opposing and overshadowing to something similar to what you were doing- pulling back, preparing to bolt. “Y-you’re-” 

“Mmmhmm. Now, scurry, rat,” Dio growled, traces of satisfaction in his voice. The stranger needed no further urging; he spun around and continued on his way, grumbling but speedwalking down the lit walkway between buildings. Dio turned around, still cloaked in shadow and ran over to you. “Hey, hey- are you okay? Did he touch you?” he said softly, all trace of aggression gone as he patted you down looking for injuries and wrongdoings. 

“D- Dio, I’m fine, I’m okay- I’m good,” you said, waving him off of you but taking his hand in yours tightly. 

“Baby, you need to check your phone. I told you to stay at the car until I came to get you,” he said, his eyes flashing concernedly in the dimness. 

“Dio, I’m fine, I’m fine. Now let’s go-” you said, picking up the skirt of your dress and still holding his hand. 

“Okay, okay,” he said, looking back towards where the stranger had been and then at you. He paused, his eyes lingering on you. You couldn’t read his face in the darkness. 

“What?” 

“You… you look really pretty,” he said softly, still unmoving. 

Taken aback, you blinked at him and then a soft smile came across your face. 

“You like it?” you said, swishing your skirt around and doing a little twirl for him. 

“You look perfect, little dove. Now come on,” he said, nodding up at the red full moon, “we’re gonna miss it.” He led you back down the walkway, his hand still in yours, the two of you hurrying around the corner and into Miller Hall with the covertness of teenagers breaking into a movie theater. 

The usually well-lit hall was mostly dark with only some of the hazy yellow lights on, and the basement was even more so. Dio led you back down the stairs to where you’d first met him, back through the double doors and into the huge room that used to be the university pools. Everything was pitch black and it took your eyes a moment to adjust; only then did you realize there was a source of light. Down inside the indention in the floor where the pool used to be were about 20 of Dio’s followers, hooded and cloaked; you could recognize the main six of them in the center, all your friends. 

You looked up at your boyfriend as he started gently pulling his own leather jacket from your shoulders. You shrugged out of it and he set it on the edge of the pool, taking you by the hand and leading you over to the stone steps that led into the concrete pit. You followed him down carefully, sure not to step on your skirt as you went down the steps. 

Dio led you over to the group of darkly dressed individuals who all watched you expectantly. Once you got over there, you could see they’d set up a makeshift altar on a desk someone had brought down and candles flickered on the tabletop. There were symbols carved into the wood and flower petals were scattered everywhere, incense making the room heavy with aroma. 

Dio motioned for you to kneel in front of the altar so you were eye level with it, and as you did, so did everyone else. Dio was the only one who stayed standing, still holding your hand and walking around the altar carefully. He glanced down at you, an unfamiliar glint in his eye, and then he looked around at everyone else. “Let’s begin.”

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Being a sacrifice was exactly what Dio had described. Basically, he began chanting in Latin and the others repeated what he said back to him, their voices echoing around the large chamber. After fifteen minutes of what was utter gibberish to you, Dio picked up a silvered dagger from the altar and dragged it across your palm, the red of your blood stark against your skin in the candlelight. 

You gasped lightly and looked up at him, his deep brown irises glowing amber in orangey glow. He was smirking softly but his eyes were soft-- he was playing it up, keeping on that cult leader facade but still speaking to you silently with his eyes, saying things to you that only you could hear. You knew that even though he was still their god, that he was playing king to his little cult that he was all too human when he was looking at you now, silently searching every micro expression for any sign you wanted to stop. 

You looked back at him calmly as he raised your open palm to the altar and turned it over, pressing it to the carved surface of the desk, right in the center of the arcane symbols. You didn’t make a sound when your hand touched the desk, didn’t even wince. His smirk grew slightly and you could feel the profound pride rolling off of him; still, it was perhaps something only you could see, could read in him. 

Dio said one more phrase in Latin and the congregation repeated it, the sound echoing harshly in the concrete pit and meaning absolutely nothing to you. The illusion seemed to fall then; the stiffness of everyone’s forms dropped and the grouping of people thinned out as everyone started to leave. Many headed for the stairs at the far end of the pool, but some boosted themselves up on the concrete ledge. Whatever the case, they cleared out quickly, sweeping off in their cloaks to Hell knows where. 

In moments it was just you and Dio and he was lifting your wounded hand gently off the altar, clutching it close as though it were his own injured hand. He produced a black silk cloth from one of his pockets and wrapped it around your hand, weaving it in between your fingers, meeting your eyes every so often as he did so. He tied a pretty knot in it, tightening the fabric against the cut and you finally let yourself show a sign of pain, your mouth twitching downwards, just for a second. 

“Oh, little dove, you did so well,” he said, drawing you into his arms and holding you tightly, spinning you around. “So, so well…,” he hummed, pulling back to look at you in the dimness. 

“Did… did I do all right?” you said, a little shaken by his change in demeanor. 

“Of course you did, love, of course. You were-” he shook his head, “-perfect.” You blushed a little and smiled up at him as he stared down at you. At this angle his face was cast in darkness again and you couldn’t see it. “Come on, let’s go,” he said, taking your hands and guiding you towards the stairs quickly. 

“W- where are we going, D?” you said, eyes widening. He hadn’t said- 

“Gotta finish the ritual, dove,” he said darkly, still pulling you up the stairs and towards the double doors. 

“But D, your coat-”

“We’ll come back before we go home, dove, now come on,” he hissed, tugging at you urgently. You shut your mouth finally, trusting him and hiking your skirt up in one hand to try to keep up with his hurried steps. He led you up the steps in the dark, so sure of his motions, so used to finding his way in and out of this building in the absence of light. 

He didn’t move fast enough to trip you up-- he slowed when he could sense you having trouble, and he held the door open as the two of you burst out into the cool night air, the crickets singing and your panting breaths the only other sounds. 

“What-” you started but he grabbed you and kissed you deeply, surprising you. You leaned into it, grabbing his hips to steady yourself and kissed him softly, basking in him. 

“Come on,” he whispered, keeping his face close to yours as though he were fighting himself to keep his mouth off yours. He took your hand in his again and led you around the shadowy side of the building, meaning you had to rely on him to guide you down the stone path. 

The two of you hurried through the night, weaving in and out of buildings, using the light of the orangey moon to find your way. It wasn’t long for you to figure out where he was taking you-- there was only one place he could be going. “Dio-” 

“Hush, dove.” 

You found yourselves in the campus gardens, full of hedges and delicate blooms and sweet scents that could be accessed via stone pathways that circled ponds and a small white gazebo. Once you were in the gardens, Dio seemed to relax a little, to slow down as he looked up at the swollen moon. 

“D, what are we doing here?” you said softly, following him over to the entrance of the gazebo. Your boyfriend turned back to look at you, taking both of your hands in his and backing up into the gazebo, pulling you after him. 

“Gonna finish the ritual, dove. Gotta… consummate it,” Dio said, his hands sliding down to rest on your hips. 

“Dio-” you gasped a little.

“Shh, little dove. You’re safe. Why don’t we… invoke something?” he said and then his mouth was on yours. You moaned into him a little bit and his grip on you tightened, your dress riding up a few inches. Dio slipped his tongue into your mouth, hot and wanting, as he backed you up against the rail of the gazebo, the wood digging into your lower back. You brought a hand up to grab his hair at the base of his neck, tugging, as his mouth trailed away from yours and across your jaw. 

“Dio-” 

“Shhh”

Dio trailed kisses down your neck, sucking marks into your throat as his hands worked their way upwards to your chest, grabbing and kneeding gently. You felt him draw you into him, his face buried in your collarbone as his hands made their way to the back of your dress, pulling at your zipper. 

“D- Dio-” you stammered, tugging at his hair sharply.

He looked up, breathing heavily, his eyes glimmering in the half light. You stared at each other, transfixed, and you felt him slowly pull down the zipper of your dress, the material sliding down your shoulders and hitting the wooden floor of the gazebo. You blinked at him in the half light, now in your under things and his eyes roved over your body slowly, his tongue swiping across his lower lip. 

Your breath hitched and his hands settled on your hips again, his face turned down towards yours and his hot breath hitting your face. “Please let me take you, little dove. Right here, under the moon. Do it for me, please,” he murmured, kissing up your neck, his raven black hair glossy under the moonlight. You let a moan escape your lips and rested your hands on his chest, pressing into him. 

Dio slid his hands down to your ass and picked you up, turning you both around and setting you down on the floor, laying you out and climbing on top of you. You felt him grind down against your hips as he kissed you, his arms caging you in. It was no time before he was pushing your bra up and nibbling at your nipples, kissing and sucking and squeezing your tits more softly than was usual for him. 

“D- Dio, we- we’re outside, anyone c-” 

He silenced you with another glance up at your eyes, not saying anything but communicating all he needed to. Wasn’t like you two hadn’t fucked in public before- 

His mouth came back up to yours, kissing you again and pulling your bottom lip in between his teeth, biting down hard enough to make you cry out. You reached up to grab at his hips, following the edge of his pants to find his zipper and pull at it, unbuttoning and button and sliding them down his hips. You felt him smirk against you and heard his breathy laugh but he didn’t stop you and seconds later he was as exposed as you were and you had him in your hands. You gave him a few slow pumps, making him tense up and moan noisily-- that was when he reached down to pry your hands away, to take back control. 

You gasped as he slid into you, all of the sounds of the night suddenly seeming so much louder, every animal noise just a bystander in danger of finding you two, in the middle of the gardens- 

He let out a low groan and you whimpered at the beautiful sound. “F- fuck, Dio- s- so pretty,” you mumbled, gripping his shoulders. He murmured something and you said, “W-what?” 

“N-not the p-pretty one, dove.” 

Your eyes widened a little at the compliment and you bucked your hips up a little as he started moving so torturously slowly, thrusting in and out of you like he had all the time in the world. “Dio,” you whined, digging your nails into his shoulders. 

“Patience, little dove, be patient,” he said, reaching up to trail his thumb across your jaw. Gradually he started moving faster and you thrust your own hips upwards to meet him, grabbing at his hair and pulling him back down to your mouth so you could kiss him again. 

It was definitely the most intense time you’d ever had with Dio (since the church, at least). The perfumes of the different flowers were heavy in your nose and the humidity was drenching you both in a sheen of sweat. The moon hung over the two of you, the roof of the gazebo keeping out most of the light but the rest of the orangey glow illuminating the gardens around you. 

“Mine… all… mine, little dove,” he mumbled, kissing your chest and circling your clit with a thumb. 

“Y-yours, please, Dio-” 

He growled and fucked you harder, speeding up his assault on your clit. You moaned loudly, no longer caring who saw you, who caught the two of you doing this- 

“F- Dio, I’m g- gonna-” you whimpered. 

Dio chanted something in Latin, very quickly and very softly, so soft you could barely here it, as though he were begging for you to cum for him, praying for it, and with a shout you did. He didn’t stop the Latin after you came, only ceasing once he had, still murmuring meaningless phrases as he collapsed on top of you, panting and kissing you softly. 

“Little dove…. Thank you, thank you-” he was saying, pressing his lips to your skin over and over. You trembled and pulled him close, wrapping your whole body around his. Once you were both able to stand, Dio helped you back into your dress and the two of you started walking back to your car in the darkness. He stepped off the path for just a moment and made a quick grabbing motion at one of the bushes and when he turned back to you, he held a pure black lily in his hand, offering it to you. You sighed shakily and took it, inhaling deeply. 

“Dio?” you said, tracing the petals with your fingers and taking his hand in your other one. 

“Hm?” 

“I love you.”

“‘Love you too, lil dove.”

[alirhi]

okay. let's do this shit.

Guess what, bitches? Mama bear's back and angry all over again. Remember when I said I might dive into a ragepost about how Bucky's treated after completing the one about Loki? This is it. This is the post. Welcome to fucking Thunderdome.

I will actually try to keep it civil. No promises, but I'll try. and I will not be accepting "constructive criticism" about my rage. Just so we're clear.

Got it? Good. Let's dive in.

In case you don't want to read the whole thing (I know I get wordy) here's what this whole post will boil down to: BUCKY NEVER HAD A FUCKING CHOICE. NEVER. NOT ONCE IN HIS ENTIRE ADULT LIFE.

Now, quick reminder: I don't read comics. I know nothing about Bucky's comic canon, except what Sebastian liked to bring up as often as possible during TWS/CW promotions: at some point, Bucky boned Nat. XD Since Bucky only exists as a Marvel property, I won't be bitching about other source material being disrespected like I did with Loki. This is all MCU, my dudes. And honestly? That's enough, because though we don't see nearly enough of Bucky for my liking, we do manage to get a rich, deep backstory to him in the material we're given, partly thanks to better writing in the early days of the MCU, and partly thanks to Sebastian Stan's phenomenal acting. Unlike the writers of the Loki series, Seb knows how to show, not tell. And gods, what stories those eyes show...

Let's start with the army. In an old post illustrating what an absolute BAMF Bucky Barnes truly is, I mistakenly said he enlisted, and a kind soul educated me on the incredible attention to detail Marvel used to pay - in this case, Bucky's ID number. 32557038. As this kind, eagle-eyed soul pointed out to me, the first two digits of that number - 32 - signify that Bucky was drafted, specifically from the NY, NJ, DE area (that last part is rather obvious, as Bucky and Steve are from Brooklyn lol). Bucky didn't choose to go to war. He was drafted. He was forced to fight, or go to prison.

Bucky was born in 1917, which means - again, as someone pointed out to me a while back - he came of age during the Great Depression. As a child, he would likely have seen his parents living comfortably and able to shower each other and him and his sister with gifts and fun memories, and then POOF. Stock market crashes when he's only 12-years-old, and life becomes brutal and painful. He manages to have some fun with his best friend Steve, and spends his teens/early 20s chasing girls and keeping his stupid, stubborn, tiny friend from getting beaten to death.

Steve constantly has something to prove. He's absolutely got what my mom always called "little man's disease", and Bucky's just doing his best not to roll his eyes too much at this asthmatic chihuahua constantly trying to beat up Tibetan mastiffs. While Steve keeps lying on his enlistment forms (an actual crime) trying again and again to get into the army and prove what a badass he is (definitely not), Bucky's had enough trauma and upheaval in his life and he just wants his stupid friend to calm tf down and live. Enjoy the fact that he doesn't have to go to war and get his limbs blown off.

And then he gets fucking drafted. This sweet, resigned realist who knows exactly how dangerous the war really is, is forced to put on a uniform and go fight strangers alongside other strangers thousands of miles from everything he knows. And on his last night of freedom, when he just wants to hang out with his friend, see some cool gadgets, and dance with a pretty girl, his stupid angry chihuahua friend feels the need to lie and try to enlist again.

Okay. Gotta get back on track. Ragepost about mistreatment of Bucky, not how much Steve annoys me. Sorry. Anyway...

Bucky's drafted, accepts his shitty lot with a brave smile, and is shipped off to Europe, where he is captured by HYDRA and presumed by the Allies to be KIA. Instead, he's strapped down, tortured, and given the HYDRA version of the super serum against his will. Steve rescues him, and Bucky knows he can't leave his idiot friend to his own devices to get his head blown off, so he dives right back into the fray. And then he falls off a cliff, loses most of his left arm, and is declared dead...again. This one's pretty damn valid, though lol. Without the serum no one knew he'd been shot up with, there is no way he would have survived that fall.

Here is where Bucky's story gets truly heartbreaking: His autonomy, his ability to consent is stripped from him through electroshock torture/brainwashing. The trigger words are conditioned into him during this process, and boom. Ten words in Russian, and Bucky Barnes is gone. Even the confused, hurting shadow of him is gone, leaving only a perfectly obedient killing machine, with Bucky's pretty face. He's strong as all hell, though, so they can't keep him fully under their control for long, not without more torture, when the disorientation of being fucking frozen wears off on longer missions.

I cannot stress this point enough, guys: Bucky. Had. No. Choice. Not like the draft, where his choices (go and get shot at, refuse and go to jail, or dodge and run to Canada) just suck. No, he literally didn't have a choice. He had his ability to choose stripped from him. If that's too complex a concept to really sink in, try this: His brain was fucking raped. Repeatedly. For decades. Nothing the Winter Soldier ever did was Bucky's fault. Nothing. Ever. Not remotely, no matter how you fucking slice it. Bucky is not an assassin. I almost said "not a killer", but he was a soldier, and a sharpshooter. He definitely killed when he was himself, but that was in a war, not a series of assassinations.

So far, imo, so good. This is just a rundown of Bucky's pre-show backstory. I don't love what he had to suffer, but I do love how it was treated in the movies. People were afraid of him, but when they knew the whole situation, Steve, Nat, and Sam rallied behind him. Natasha had plenty of reason to want the Winter Soldier dead; he'd tried to kill her multiple times and almost succeeded. Sam had no reason to help Bucky at all; he didn't know him, didn't trust him, and again, TWS had tried to kill him. But he stood by Steve, and when Bucky showed the clear difference between himself and TWS, Sam stood by him, too, and fought alongside him.

And it's very realistic, imo, that Tony didn't give a single fuck that Bucky had no choice. He watched this man murder both of his parents on tape. If TWS had killed my dad and I saw proof of it, I'd try to kill Bucky, too. Grief wins out over logic. Most emotions usually do. And that's a very important point we're going to come back to in a few minutes.

Bucky was really only in like ten minutes at most of IW and Endgame, and for multiple reasons I hate those movies, so I'm just gonna skip them, kay? Kay. On to the main event!

Here's where I get pissed off. Even if I didn't have an unhealthy attachment to this character, or the depth of appreciation for his tragic backstory that I do, the lack of continuity between the movies and the show alone would still piss me off. It always does. Don't even get me started on Joss "Continuity? What continuity?" Whedon and his (iconic, but flawed) shows. Ahem. Back on track...

Let me just get one little thing out of the way real quick: I fucking LOVE The Falcon and the Winter Soldier. I love it. This show amazed me when I first watched it, and I still love it after many more viewings lol. I have only ever watched it all the way through without skipping over as much John Walker shit as possible the one time lol but I love how Sam and Bucky interact, and I fucking adore how Sam's arc was treated. I just wish they'd show the same care and attention to Bucky.

Because what they did to Bucky in this show is a fucking travesty. There was a tiny ray of hope in the pilot, when he called out Dr. Bitchface for being a terrible shrink. I thought that would be the start of him realizing he needed to find someone else and ignore the damaging shit that woman was telling him. But...nope. No such luck.

The show really had a strong start, I'll give it that. We see Bucky having nightmares of his time as TWS and struggling to hide how his traumatic memories are affecting him as he tries to live in the world again. He befriends the father of one of HYDRA's victims, which can't be good for Bucky (and we're shown it's definitely not when he sees the shrine in Yori's home to his late son) but it's sweet, how he's trying to connect and reach out to someone who's hurting and lonely.

They drop the ball a little with the whole... Bucky can hack a fucking car, but can't figure out Tinder thing. Had they just run with the fandom interpretation of the tiger photos line, that it shows that Bucky is bi and left it at that, I'd have been okay with it (and no, that is not because I ship Sam/Bucky. it's because Bucky is and always has been a certified nerd who loves technology and has consistently shown very little issue learning to use new gadgets). The outdated flip phone he handed his terrible court-mandated shrink was a burner; I liked that theory when I read it, especially since it's the only time we see him even holding a phone that old lol. This all could have fit the "Bucky is a sassy bisexual nerd" narrative and it'd be okay. Instead, the director was like "NOOOOOO that line was just to show how old he is and how he can't figure out all this newfangled technology!" Woman, you had him remotely driving someone else's vehicle with a tablet. That is NOT a man who can't figure out a damn smart phone!

But that's just a minor annoyance. What fills me with absolute rage is how everyone - not just the shitty therapist who lashes out at and purposely triggers her traumatized patients, but EVERYONE - Sam, Zemo, people who should fucking know better ALL treat him like he's a psychopath and a ticking time bomb. Like he chose to take the serum and he chose to kill for HYDRA, and he's just seen the error of his ways. *barf*

Bucky in the movies is established to be a victim, through and through. His guilt over what he was forced to do is natural, and that he sees himself as a monster makes sense... but that doesn't mean it's correct. The one and only thing I ever liked about Steve Rogers is at least he got it. He pointed out that none of it was Bucky's fault, he tried to show him that he was worth saving. That's the other reason I refuse to talk about Endgame. This post will get a WHOLE LOT LONGER and a lot fucking angrier if I open that door.

Zemo supposedly knows everything about HYDRA and super soldiers... So why does he treat Bucky like he's a corrupt serial killer? (this, for the record, is why I don't like Zemo) Why does he never point out that Bucky was given the serum against his will, or that his actions, when he had control of them, proved that he was never corrupted? Bucky never wanted to become superhuman. Bucky didn't even want to fucking fight!

Sam, despite constantly resisting the label, is shown very clearly to be Bucky's friend. By episode 3, he cares. He worries about how Bucky is getting lumped in with the other super soldiers in Zemo's speech... But he never really defends him. He says "what about Bucky?" but he doesn't point out that Bucky's a good man, he's fought so hard to help people, he does everything he can to avoid killing... And that fucking speech in episode 5. I was with him on "you gotta stop looking to other people to tell you who you are." I was like "YEAH! Tell him, Sam! Bucky, you're WORTH SAVING, boo! Your value does not hinge on someone else's opinion of you!" And then... Sam dropped the ball.

He not only continued the disturbing pattern of victim-blaming in this show, and in Marvel/Disney properties in general, but he gave really dangerously bad advice! No one in their right mind, mental health professional or no, would EVER tell a traumatized former assassin (whether he was responsible for his actions or not) to go confront his victims' families out of the blue with no warning and no one to mediate and keep things from going to shit. Yori already knew his son had been murdered because he was in the "wrong place, wrong time." How is it being "of service" to tell him you're the one who killed him?! Remember how I said Tony's reaction to learning the full truth about his parents' deaths was valid and would be an important point later? Hi! Welcome to later. THAT is the natural reaction to facing the man who murdered your loved one(s). And even if Yori didn't get angry and lash out, HOW IS IT "HELPING" HIM OR BRINGING HIM "CLOSURE" TO KNOW THAT HIS FRIEND KILLED HIS FUCKING SON?!?!?! This man befriended him, bonded with him, watched him grieve... And now he's learning this is the man who caused all his pain and heartache to begin with? That is so toxic and psycho I just... I can't even... UGH.

And then there's the equally toxic and damaging "deeply traumatized person just needed a stern talking to and a hug to be ALL BETTER AGAIN" ending. I loved seeing Bucky happy and socializing, but it was too soon, and it was unearned. And it sends a fucking awful message to people actually struggling with PTSD, and to their loved ones who don't know how to help them. Heaping more blame on them and then hugging it out is NOT helpful!

This show could have been damn near perfect with just two changes. That's all. Just two. 1) Someone, anyone, bringing up the reasons why Bucky was never a villain in his presence. Someone being in his corner and reminding him, like Steve did, that it wasn't his fault and he's not going to "snap". 2) More time devoted to Bucky's healing. Actual fucking healing, not the shit they tried to pass off as a magic fix-all. He can have his happy barbecue moment, just don't frame it as "everything's great now!" Healing isn't linear, and there will be both good days and bad. Some of the most fragile people in the world have the brightest smiles.

If we get a season 2, which this amazing show absolutely deserves, and they address this stuff, all will be forgiven in my book. Expanding on his story and his journey toward healing will help to reframe that "happily ever after" garbage as something more realistic. But as it stands now... Fuck Marvel.

[therealvikingstrash]

Since you posted that you are doing the ask game for the commentary on passages again, I wanted to ask about this passage from 'In and Out: III(1/2).' Sorry it's over 500 words. I found it really interesting how you translated events like their separation on the show into events that fit into this modern mafia AU. It is the passage early in the chapter, that starts with “I can’t imagine you two ever being separated" and ends with "I'm glad he shot me. I act like I'm mad, but I'm happy he did."

Yay!!! 😊 I'm always open for this, btw ^^

Oooh, this baby of a story that grew legs and now taunts me with unfinished parts *sigh* I really do love it, haha xD

Ahahahaa, I dreaded this, because...I had this whole backstory in my mind and kind of debated putting it in a later part, but then discarded it altogether xD A lot of people might not like that backstory anyways. 🤭😆 oh Gods this is long, buckle up!

Eh, screw it, here we go: So, Ubbe obviously tries to not give away too much on how he feels in general throughout this story and has this air of "pff, I don't care, everything is fun" when in fact he does care a lot. Especially about Hvitserk, since he encouraged him to do his own thing and not become a Killer like the rest of them.

- We saw Ubbe being horrified by what Hvitserk did in the show when they took over York and I think he never saw that side in him before and would've wished to never see it at all. He was very much for staying together and taking the logical choice that would a) hinder Hvitserk in becoming even worse in his bloodlust and b) find a consens with their enemy to gain more land for their people, which would've gotten any of their brothers the option to rule that land. It was something for the good of them all in the future. I just took his personality and tried to form it into a more modern shape tbh. -

Back to the story: Hvitserk is very, very embarrassed- I don't know if it came across well enough with his huffing and puffing and smashing his tools against the car body/leaving the whole scene like a child trying to derail the topic of the conversation when aunts and uncles hear that very painfully embarrassing story about you from your parents, but to no avail.

What went on in my head while writing this was Hvitty realized his feelings for Ubbe ran a bit too deep and he didn't really know what to do with that other than leave. They had always been close and therefore had each others backs, but with that revelation he was pushed off-kilter. He couldn't talk to anyone about it, since all his close people were his family, his brothers friends or Floki (and like hell was he going to talk to him about that). The person (Ubbe) he would've gone to in such a situation was also not an option for obvious reasons.

Earlier to this, he had overheard Ragnar talking to one of those gang members and "conveniently" ended up near their garage to start a conversation. They were car thieves/suppliers and actually the ones who organized the cars for the Lothbroks. Hvitty thought this was the perfect solution to his problems at home, since he would be able to tune/steal cars and not be around Ubbe all the time anymore.

The gang saw the approach as an insult though, like Ragnar wanted to put a spy inbetween their rows and hence their need to see how loyal Hvitserk would be by killing one of his own brothers. (They didn't really care if they lost Ragnar as a business partner, they had enough). Hvitserk knew he would be with Ubbe for the meeting and what was at stake. He could either get shot or shoot the person he loved, tipping him off was also not an option. (He wasn't an idiot of course and knew he could aim somewhere safe and give Ubbe the chance to draw his own gun)

Enter him kinda breaking down after pulling the trigger cause he was so afraid he might've misjudged. He told Ubbe the truth then (not really coherent and more mumbling and sniffing than anything else) and even though Ubbe didn't feel the same (at that point), later on he was happy about being shot, because it lead to Hvitserk confessing and them being even closer than before. Big bro obviously gave Hvitty everything he could to an extend. Ubbe just really loves teasing his brother about it.

"You left my side, even though you loved me so."-"Not this again."

- Also gave me the perfect opportunity to throw the jumping ship stuff into the cooking pot for this fic. And as you know, I do HC Hvitty being unsure where he fit with his feelings for Ubbe, when Margrethe was the one married to his brother and sharing is only fun for so long. -

The major problem they created was Ubbe killed his dads car suppliers (not all, but enough to make it impossible to mend that broken business relationship lol). For a while they had to rely on second best, until Hvitserk was done with school and everything and got to work in the garage as he wanted. It was hell until it was all figured out and Ragnar did not like anything about it.

Btw, laid the path of them leaving the business behind by having this whole conversation xD if it wasn't already super obvious.

Well, anyways, this is it...Idk if it's anything that actually answered a question you had or gave you insight on how I operate wish I knew lol it is a mystery to myself with all the frigging cinema rooms in my head 😅😘

[laceymorganwrites]

The damn jacket

Word count: 2,210

Pairing: none rlly

Warnings: swearing, mentions of drugs, like a sentence of Mötley Crüe slander xD, um bad structure??

A/N: this is a mess. modern AU, kinda character analysis, idek but it was fun. Inspired by @pirate-shrimp  (if any of u catch the MSI reference I will marry u on the fucking spot)

Kid had bar vibes. He was the kind of guy you found sitting in the corner of your local pub, just far away from the others not to be forced into a conversation but also not far away enough to seem lonely.

He was the local phenomena of the man you didn´t want to get close to but whose story you wanted to know at the same time. The guy who pushed people away because he was more scared of hurting them than being hurt.

Hell, he doubted he could get hurt anymore at this point, over the years he´s lost so many friendships, been betrayed so much by the people he considered the closest to him, it was laughable.

Maybe that was why he didn´t let anyone get close anymore, why he always seemed so distant, his thoughts stuck in a past long gone or perhaps a future he knew he´d never have.

A good for nothing college drop out, those were the hard facts he had to face every day.

It wasn´t because he was dumb that he quit, far from it. Kid wasn´t thrown out, he quit himself because college was too restricting for him. There were some classes that were nice enough, but working towards exams really wasn´t his style, he wanted to do something, anything really.

People like him didn´t have it easy, society measured your worth in degrees and results. But what if the way was so much more fun than the end result?

Kid had a lot of jobs to make a living, never staying in one though, he got bored so easily. How could anyone expect anyone to keep doing the same routinized thing for over 40 years? It was insanity. To him anyways.

Being punk, never fitting in, living the life of sex, drugs and rock n roll…. It all seemed so much more fun than it really was.

Kid´s band was a bad ripoff of Mötley Crüe, though some might argue that the band itself was.

Yes, he fit into some stereotypes that he was so sick of hearing: playing in a band, being that eccentric lead singer that caused too much trouble for his own good, though the second part wasn´t true anymore. Lately he just wanted people to leave him alone.

It was nice being a small town band, the bonds with your audience were so much stronger, it felt like hanging out with friends rather than playing a show for money. Kid never wanted that feeling to end, he never wanted to end up like those big bands who lost their spark, who lost that glimmer in their eyes, their racing heart when Killer counted and initiated their first song, the immense feeling of belonging whenever the crowd would sing his words back to him.

This.

This was what he was made for. Passion. That was what was missing when he was studying, he needed to do things, be that sketching or tinkering with his car or writing everything down that was going on in his head.

In truth Kid started writing because it all got too much, too many fake people around him, too many people acting like his best friend and leaving him cold the next day, too many people telling him they loved him and then spitting at him, gossiping behind his back.

A part of him missed the times when he cared, when he was shocked and hurt by this. By now it´s become so common, like the energy drink before work.

Kid didn´t have the dream rockstar life, not the one where people looked so cool shooting up in those movies, that shit was fucked up and society was sick for portraying it like that.

He only had bad experiences with drugs, living in a small town like this he saw the addicts everywhere, sad creatures who couldn´t support themselves anymore, who got dependent on things that destroyed them because nobody would help, because nobody gave a shit about them. Why would they? They were good for nothings who couldn´t work ten hours in some shitty job that didn´t pay them enough to pay rent.

The system wasn´t corrupt? Yeah, bullshit.

The problem he faced was that of a fleeting society, a society that sped up so much, never once slowing down and looking around to see what was out there. They never thought about expanding their horizons.

Schoolings were looked down upon, but at the same time cheered for. It was so strange… the craft was dying but also needed.

Nothing held value anymore, nothing lasted, nothing strove to.

Kid was happy with his life as it was now. He hated being selfish and arrogant but learned that a certain amount was needed to survive, you needed to look out for yourself before you could look out for anyone else. A local rockstar, frequent bar visitor, the best mechanic in town. All those fit him so well but at the same time he looked the part, oh how he hated it sometimes. The acquaintances he made because of his looks, because people spread rumors about him, making him more myth than man, it was pretty tiring.

Especially when they all were disappointed by the rather bland truth.

Not that Kid was bland in any way, it was just that people expected so much more from him, they wanted him to be this rebel, this punk, this heartbreaker.

Expected him to have tattoos and piercings but the truth was that he had such a low pain tolerance it was embarrassing. Yes, he bore every punch and kick he ever got without any complaints because there were parts of him that told him he deserved it, parts that hated him more than anything else.

Just try it…. there´s nothing you can do that I haven´t already done myself, you can´t hate me more than I hate myself.

Ah yes, the typical phenomenon of this generation: being way too soft and overly sensitive.

That was it, they weren´t more considerate and aware of their mental health and other people´s wellness, of identity and morals, of things that got swiped under the rug because ´it was always this way´. Why the fuck would people so desperately try to keep something misogynistic, racist and homophobic up? Just because it existed the majority of time doesn´t mean it was a good system.

Fuck, it never was.

And Kid was sick of everyone playing down those things. So what if he was a fucking crybaby and didn´t get humor? He wouldn´t take this shit anymore, yeah it mostly didn´t affect him but he got angry beyond belief for the people it did affect.

It wasn´t fair.

He couldn´t do anything? It wouldn´t matter anyway? It wouldn´t make a difference? So fucking what. He´d never know if he didn´t try.

Just now Kid finished up his work at the garage, closing up shop for the day. It was a busy day, many people who were driving through came to him to do a check up, others came by for their regular reparation. He loved that busy meant fun in his world. He was so fucking happy that he could do the things that brought him joy, that burned like a fire in his heart. And no, he didn´t care how cheesy that sounded.

Washing his hands and closing the door behind him he called Killer to let him know he was done. Killer was also just now finishing up his shift at the record shop. Now was their time to rehearse, band practice was always the best part of the day, though quite honestly most of the time it was just the guys hanging out and having a good time. And they wouldn´t have it any other way.

Kid grabbed his jacket and locked the doors before making his way to his car.

The jacket. That damn jacket.

It was where it all started. He bought that old thing from his first ever pay at the garage, his boss told him to spend it on something nice for himself, something that´d make him a man. He didn´t ever ask what he meant by that, his boss said weird things at times. But this was true, at least in a sense.

It was the first time Kid ever stepped foot inside of a second hand store and it was like heaven revealed himself to him, it was pure paradise. Just going through the aisles, finding treasures like no other, it became one of his favorite things to do.

The jacket was the first thing that ever caught his eye, the firs thing he purchased. The black leather with the yellow and dark red details, the skull on the back… it was calling to him. Those were his favorite colors, he didn´t even have to think about it before he bought it.

But what about it made him a man? It was just a jacket after all. But that´s where you´d be wrong.

It was so much more than that.

The very next day he started wearing it religiously, he noticed people staring at him at the streets but this time it wasn´t because he was a loser, it was because he looked fucking cool. The jacket boosted his confidence immensely. And it showed.

His boss complimented him and said that from this day on his journey was only beginning, and how right he was with that.

It was the day he reconnected with his high school friend Killer, he didn´t even know he was back in town, let alone working at his favorite record shop and searching for a band to play drums for. So Kid got his first guitar and played it to death, jamming with Killer and searching for others, thus meeting Heat and Wire, the coolest guys on earth.

He grew so much, finding more and more passion in his life, only his jacket stayed the same. He decided that it was time to change that.

Kid went to the crafts store and bought red leather protectors with a quilting pattern, sewing it to the shoulders of the jacket. He also decided to pimp the skull, making it his own personal jacket in painting on the goggles he wore at work, two knives as a cross because it was edgy and of course: his hair. His untamable hair that would never hold up so he got used to wearing any sort of silly glasses, sometimes even the goggles from work. Hair gel was a lie to him, so was hairspray.

He painted bright red flames in homage to his dyed hair, yeah, it wasn´t just a phase.

Everything was coming together.

He grabbed his stupidly large square blue sunglasses that made him look like a dad. Yes, Kid had a dad style. He loved second hand shirts more than anything, not the boring ones, the ones with the stupidest prints, he wore dad shoes like no one´s business and he was proud of it. He was the cool dad, the cool dad with the big car and puns that were so bad they somehow got good again. But damn, did he have talent with words. Screw not being able to formulate shit in speech, that man could write like a god, or rather the devil. Because, let´s be real, the devil sounds so much better on the mic.

Starting the engine, he drove home to at least make some room to sit for his friends, on the way he shopped for groceries too. Now that he was home he got the snacks, drinks and notebooks ready as well as the tons of pens where he never knew which one worked but never threw any away because somehow he thought he´d exchange the mines. Yeah, as if.

He threw on a black shirt and some black joggers before tying his hair up into a tiny ponytail, still his bangs fell in his face as always. It was annoying so he clipped them back with some black hair clips. He didn´t care if he looked stupid with that, at least he could see clearly now.

But getting a hair cut? No way, he looked too cool for that.

Kid opened the door when the others came and sat down on the couch with his acoustic guitar, lately they decided to play around with reimagining their songs after supporting and motivating Kid to sing rather than growl. He had such a nice guttural and gruff voice, these imperfections when singing, the edges just made the song that much more genuine.

Listening to Kid you just couldn´t help but get mesmerized, the way his biceps flexed when he held the guitar, the emotions in his eyes, the way he frowned and squinted whenever the lyrics got emotional and close to home, it made you want to protect him, to keep him happy, to keep this alive, this wonderful world he created for himself.

The others also scribbled down ideas and practiced new melodies, tried out new lyrics and solos. After a while work mixed in with private chats and the night faded into distant, nostalgic laughter and the crinkles around Kid´s eyes that showed how much it all meant to him.

[merakiaes]

On Your Knees - Tommy Shelby

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Requested: Yes. 

Prompts: #48, #57 and #66 from the fluff/humour-list. 

Warnings/notes: Indications to smut, but no full smut. Sorry if it’s shit. I had to mix and match two requests and it was hard to get everything working together so I hope this is readable xD I changed the form of the prompts a bit to make them fit better. 

Wordcount: 2902

Summary: You go on a date, Tommy gets jealous and interferes, and it ends up with you doing the dirty. Basically. 

Dating wasn’t easy when you were the long-term best friend of Tommy Shelby, the infamous leader of the Peaky Blinders.

He had always been protective over you, as had his brothers, but the possessiveness he held over you hadn’t made an appearance until you were about fifteen when boys started noticing you and asking you out on dates.

You accepted the possessive protectiveness the first few times, hoping that maybe he had feelings for you. But when he never made a move, your appreciation for his behavior quickly turned into loathing, said behavior making you lose all interest in romance after a time.

Tonight was the first night you had reciprocated a man’s advances and accepted to go on a date for… probably more than two years. 

You had really grown so tired of Tommy constantly interfering your dating life that you had distanced yourself from any other men than him and his brothers all together.

But you were done with letting his mannerisms control your life. It was absolutely none of his business what you did on your spare time and who you were with.

Still, to avoid getting interrupted like you had all the other times you had attempted dating, you had done everything in your power to keep your plans a secret from everyone that associated themselves with the Peaky Blinders.

The only person you had told about your plans of going out was Polly, solely for the purpose of getting her to keep Tommy away if he, against all odds, still found out what you were up to.

The evening had started wonderfully. 

Robert, as the man’s name was, had picked you up in his car at around six in the afternoon, complimenting your navy blue dress, kissing your hand and opening the door for you like a true gentleman.

You had started out with dinner at a nice restaurant a bit outside of Small Heath, then going to the pictures for a re-run of Frankenstein where you had been sneaking kisses at the back of the salon through the entire film, having you feeling like you were sixteen all over again.

And after the movie, you had ended up at the Garrison. 

You had insisted that you go to another pub, despite knowing that Tommy and his brothers had other plans that night being nervous that he would catch word about your whereabouts and the company you kept.

But Robert, in turn, had insisted that he didn’t want to go anywhere else. And although you had wanted to punch him in the face for going against your wishes without even taking them into consideration, you agreed, too stubborn to let a night that had been amazing so far go down in the drain because of Tommy.

You had been there for about forty minutes now without any disturbances, drinking, sharing stories and jokes and just having a good time in general.

But like always when you tried having a good time without Tommy, it was bound to come to an end eventually.

Unbeknownst to you, Finn had come some while ago to fetch a bottle of whiskey for his brothers who were working late in the betting shop.

Being too wrapped up in your conversation, you hadn’t noticed him at all and therefor paid him no mind. Of course, being the loyal brother he was, he had turned around in the door the second he saw you, forgetting all about the whiskey and running straight back home to tell on you.

And only five minutes later, Tommy, John and Arthur had entered the pub, catching your eye instantly.

“Shit.” You cursed under your breath as you spotted them, trying to hide your face behind your hair.

Robert looked over at you with a questioning glance. “What’s wrong?”

You simply stood up, grabbing your jacket from the back of the chair. “Do you want to get out of here?”

Of course, he didn’t protest, without a doubt thinking he was going to get some with the way he hurriedly threw back the rest of his drink before standing up and grabbing his own jacket, putting it on.

But you didn’t get very far, as Arthur had now spotted you and pointed you out to Tommy, said man starting to walk over while Arthur and John lingered by the bar, ready to back him up if anything was to go down, which was exactly what you were trying to avoid.

Tommy reached you just as Robert was starting to lead you off, wasting no time in getting into his face.

“What a surprise to find you here, (Y/N).” Tommy greeted you, raising his eyebrows slightly. “Polly told me you were home sick and wanted to be left alone.”

You only sighed, rolling your eyes and grabbing a hold of Robert’s arm. “Well, she wasn’t lying about the last part.” You answered, not even bothering to lie as you knew it wouldn’t make a difference. “We were just leaving so you can have our table if you want. Come on, Robert.”

You tugged on his arm slightly, and he wasted no time in moving to follow, the two of you making an attempt to walk around Tommy. But surprise, surprise, he only took a step backwards, keeping himself in your way.

“You’re not going to introduce me?” He asked with a mocking smile teasing at his lips, eyebrows raised.

You glared at him, knowing exactly what he was doing. “Tommy, this is Robert. Robert, Tommy. Now, if you’ll excuse us.”

“What is it you do, Robert?” Tommy kept going, taking another step backwards when you attempted to round him again, and this time you weren’t the only time to pick up on his antics and get annoyed, Robert letting out an aggravated sigh.

“Look, you’re ruining a very good night.” He spoke, glaring at Tommy as if he had no idea who he was. You really hoped for his sake that you were wrong. “So if you would just get out of our way and leave me and the lady be, that would be great.”

You then felt Robert’s hand, that had previously been resting at your waist, slide down to land on your bottom, and that’s when you realized he either really didn’t know who he was talking to, or he just didn’t care. Either way, he was doomed.

Tommy noticed his hand moving south and you immediately recognized the look in his eye.

“Tommy.” You warned, glaring, but he paid you no mind. 

Much to your surprise, however, he didn’t launch himself at Robert like you expected him to, but rather took a calm step closer to the two of you, reaching out and grabbing a hold of Robert’s hand, forcing it off your body, all while keeping eye contact with the slightly taller man.

And that’s when all hell broke lose, Robert being the one to make the first move and landing a harsh blow right in Tommy’s face, sending him flying backwards into the nearest table.

You yelled out in surprise, jumping backwards for a moment, before quickly launching yourself forward when Tommy launched himself at Robert, the two starting to land blow after blow on each other, causing the entire pub to break out into chaos.

Seeing as they were only one on one, Arthur and John stayed back, laughing at the scene in front of them, most likely at the fate Robert was sure to suffer.  

“Tommy!” You yelled, jumping into the fight and trying to pull them apart, but to no use. You only got pushed away, stumbling into a man you didn’t know, Tommy not listening to a single one of your calls. And the same went for Robert.

“Tom, cut it out! Tommy!” You tried again, jumping back in to try to get them a part, flinching when he landed a punch right at Robert’s nose, resulting in a nasty crack to cut through the air. 

But when you once again got pushed back, you knew you had to bring out the big guns, yelling at the top of your lungs.

“Thomas Michael Shelby!”

Everyone stopped what they were doing at the sound of your furious call.

The laughter and cheering died down, you could see how the smiles were wiped off of both John and Arthur’s faces, the two clearing their throats to calm their laughter down.

Tommy had stopped himself mid-punch, one of his hands holding on to Robert’s collar, and the other raised in a fist directed to his face, but his eyes were now looking straight into yours.

Not once breaking the stare, you marched up to him and slapped his hand away from Robert’s collar and grabbed a hold of the sleeve of his shirt, starting to pull him away. 

“Come on, let’s go.” You told him sternly, and he didn’t dare protest, following behind you while the crowd cleared out of your way.

But before you got too far, Robert called out from behind you. “What? You’re going with him? After he came in here, ruined our date and attacked me?”

Before you could stop yourself, you had let go of Tommy’s sleeve and whipped back around, marched back up to Robert and punched him in the face, landing a perfect blow to his probably already broken nose. 

A few of the women in the pub let out sounds of surprise, but you paid them no mind, simply pointing a finger at your date who was now holding his nose in pain.

“You ought to know better than to start a fight with a Peaky Blinder, especially in a place they own. You hit one of them, you start a war with all of us. And that’s a war you won’t win.” You told him coldly, not waiting around long enough for a response before turning back around.

Arthur and John were laughing mockingly at the man, roaring out in amusement. “That’s right! You don’t mess with us Peaky Blinders!”

But you didn’t pay them any mind either, simply shoving right past Tommy and out of the Garrison, stomping down the street with him close behind.

Back at his office, you didn’t even bother being soft with him as you cleaned the cuts on his face, pressing down extra hard on his split lip with the rag you had soaked in alcohol.

He hissed at the sensation, but said nothing, knowing better.

“What is it with you and always putting your nose in my business, huh?” You asked him, pressing down on his cut again and refusing to meet his eyes.

You may have been the one to deliver the last blow to your date after he had insulted your family, but you were still pissed beyond relief that Tommy had intervened in the first place.

Obviously, you didn’t like Robert enough to actually picture another date with him. But just like any human being, you had needs too. And unlike the men, you couldn’t just walk into a whorehouse and get them taken care of. You needed to fix it on your own, and once again, Tommy had prevented you from doing so.

“I didn’t like him.” He spoke back simply, analyzing your face as you moved on to a cut in his eyebrow, cleaning it off before pressing a small piece of tissue into the small, open wound to stop it from bleeding further.

You snorted at his mediocre response, shaking your head. “You don’t like anyone.”

He raised his eyebrows as you finally let yourself meet his gaze. “I like you.”

“Yeah?” You inquired, throwing the bloody rag onto his desk and taking a step back as he stood up. “Then why won’t you let me live my life the way I want it? Why do you have to intervene in every single thing I do?”

You crossed your arms over your chest, not giving him any time to answer. “Are you jealous, is that it?” You asked. “Does it anger you to see me with other men?”

You expected him to say something, to tell you that no, he didn’t mind, he just wanted to see you safe, but when he said nothing, he gave you all the answer you needed, and a mocking smirk quickly rose to your lips.

“Oh, you are jealous, aren’t you?”

He looked genuinely confused at the sight of the teasing smirk now playing at your lips. “You’re not angry at me?”

You rolled your eyes, scoffing.

“No, I’m not angry at you. In fact, I think it’s kind of hot when you defend me like that.” You corrected him, raising your eyebrows slightly but tightening your arms over your chest. “But I’m sexually frustrated because you keep denying me of the release I plan on getting by going out on dates. You men aren’t the only ones who need to fuck, you know?”  

Now you had gone back to glaring at him, and you half expected him to say sorry like he always did. Not that he ever meant or kept it, but still. But instead, he only took a step closer, bringing his hand up to touch a strand of your hair.

“Why didn’t you just tell me that’s what you needed, then?” He asked in a low voice, and no matter how hard you tried keeping you cool, the shock of his response made the glare falter from your face and caused your arms to drop limp to your sides.

“I- What?” You asked, sucking in a breath as you were backed into the wall. You took a moment to collect yourself under his intense stare, before narrowing your eyes slightly. “Are you flirting with me?”

He didn’t answer, instead, the corner of his lip only tugged upwards slightly, and before you got any time to react, his lips were pressed against yours, having the back of your head slamming into the wall behind you.

But you couldn’t be bothered with the pain. If anything, it only made the feeling erupting in your stomach even more intense.

Your body reacted as if out of pure animalistic instincts, your hands shooting out to grab and tug at his hair while his fell down to your waist to tug you even closer, as if it was even possible to get any closer with the way he was pressing you into the wall.

Your heart picked up speed almost instantly, feeling as if it was going to jump straight out of your chest, and so did your lungs, burning with the same desire that was bubbling in the pit of your stomach and your chest.

Grabby hands were everywhere within the next few seconds, tugging at everything they could find while your lips molded together, tongues fighting for a battle neither of you seemed to be willing to lose.

Tommy let out a throaty groan as you tugged harshly on his hair, the sound getting muffled by your mouth and his hands responding by squeezing down at your ass, pushing your pelvis up into his.

The feeling had your hands away from his hair and pulling at his tie almost instantly, fondling with it for a few seconds before getting it lose. You threw it to the floor and started working on the buttons of his shirt with shaky hands and rushed motions, while Tommy’s hands moved from to your back where he started unbuttoning your dress.

In a flurry of hands and messy kisses, Tommy was soon left in only his slacks, and you in only your black underdress.

As you were working on the zipper of his pants, his mouth left yours and traveled down your jaw and neck, leaving wet, sloppy kisses in his wake and drawing sweet moans of ecstasy from your lips that were now, without a doubt, smudged with red lipstick.

You grabbed at his hair as he worked away at your neck for a moment, but when you felt his hands starting to brush the straps of your underdress down your shoulders, you snapped your eyes open and pushed him away by his chest.

The sudden and harsh action caused him to stumble slightly, but he quickly regained his balance, his eyes meeting yours.

His usually baby blue eyes were now several shades darker, his pupils so dilated you almost could have thought he was high on drugs.

Both of your chests were heaving up and down both from the excitement and from being out of breath. None of you spoke for a moment, just staring at each other with hungry eyes, but then you pushed yourself off the wall you were leaning on for support, and Tommy spoke up.

“Where do you want me?”

Without ever breaking eye contact, you slowly started walking towards him, brushing one of the straps down your shoulders, taking your sweet time just in order to make him as frustrated as he had made you the past few years.

Only when you were standing right in front of him again did you let any emotion show, a wicked grin rising to your lips as you answered.

“On your knees, Shelby.”

Like a dog would his master, he did as ordered, slowly sinking to his knees without ever looking away from your eyes, and as you brushed off the second strap and let your nightdress fall to your ankles, he wasted no time in getting to work.