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knowltonsrangers · 2 years ago

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relay

Thomas Knowlton x reader

[tw//: some swearing. mentions of blood and injury, nothing explicit. please read at your own discretion.]

The mud that gathers on his knees isn’t worth the moment it takes to brush it away, his shaky hands coming to grasp at the slick grass as he hauls himself to his feet.

Just a little further, and it would be like it never happened.

The glinting metal that swings from his belt slams into his left thigh, refreshing the same bruise that welts every few days. Bright eyes heavy with worry, he pushes forward, stumbling every other step on the flooded path.

There’s a heavy wheeze of pain that reverbs up from his lungs, and isn’t long before he’s back on the soaked earth once again.

“Fuck!”

Gnawing his bloodied lip, his fist collides with the mud, spattering dirt across rosy cheeks and a broken nose.

Thomas can taste it, the man knows what victory feels like, and what griping loss weighs.

He’s lost.

There isn’t much he has that could stifle the pain he’s suffering, pure adrenaline had gotten him thus far.

He’s seemingly run out.

There’s a good moment of reflection, fist finally unfurling the clump of grass he’s squeezed in his hold. Going slack, his head finally drops, cheek dropping to the ground as the rain pelts his back.

He’s barely awake when that half-assed swell of adrenaline comes back, nudging him forwards as his head becomes too heavy to be held up on its own.

“Thomas?”

It’s quiet, though it’s a little far away. He’s been in and out of it, but he knows when the sound of quick footsteps approach, then a new weight appears beside him.

In a rare sight, Thomas would be displaying a vulnerability, a weakness.

If it was any other situation, he’d be on his feet, fighting to stay awake in the presence of a stranger, sword sweating in his palm.

Though, he knows that small voice, the hands that comes to cradle his face, turning him gently this way and that to make sure none of his bandages have bled through.

“Mhm, m‘wake.”

“Hm, it doesn’t seem that way. Go back to sleep,”

Your touch is warm, and suddenly, the pain is negligible enough to fight to see your face. As he can feel you begin to pull away, he leans forwards, taking your hands in his own.

“Stay, y/n…Please.”

When you turn, coming back to sit on the bed, Thomas is looking up at you under thick lashes. You sigh.

“Five minutes, cowboy. Then you are under strict orders to rest.”

He laughs, and you feel the wheeze in your palm as he holds it to his cheek.

“S’alright, doll. Promise, won’t…”

You think he’s fallen asleep, when his hand slips from yours and he comes to haul himself into a sitting position.

“How’d…ya find me?”

You fret at his sudden movements, but if Thomas notices, he doesn’t stop his shuffling.

“I didn’t, Captain Hale did. He brought you here last night, on horseback, you were hardly in any condition to be out there in the first place.”

“Where’s Hale…?”

“He rode onwards to the General. Mentioned that he would circle back on his ride to camp.”

It’s a little alarming that he’s more concerned about Nathan than his own well-being, but you cannot blame his fatherly instincts, as they seem they’ve kicked in full gear.

“Y’alright, y/n?”

Thomas has been watching you, studying your face to see the small twinges of worry. He always finds them, hard as you try to stifle them down.

“I should be asking you that. What hurts, and what needs to be redressed?”

“Nothin’. Jus’ sit here, with me.”

Immediately, his hand hauls to your side, pulling you flush against his bruised torso on your bed.

“May I ask why you were on your way here, injured like this?”

The question had lingered on your mind ever since the blonde had nearly broken your door down last night. It had taken the both of you to drag him inside, the Captain hurriedly helping you dress his wounds before he was off again.

Nathan never did say why the Colonel was a mile shy of your home so late in the evening, though, you wouldn’t be so surprised if something had occurred to garner such a seemingly uncharacteristic response from Thomas.

Thomas sniffs, grumbling something before his grip tightens, fingers thrumming steadily into your side as you cock your head.

“Coupla’ redcoats stumbled up on our camp. Demanded somethin’ about seein’ me, so I took ‘em back to my tent. Beat the livin’ hell outta me, ‘n stole a fistful of letters.”

You can tell where this is all going, though, you wouldn’t dare interrupt the conversation.

“‘Course, most of those were from you. Maybe one or two from Georgie, five of ‘em were straight garbage intelligence. Nothin’ I would lose sleep over normally, but the ones from you, I…”

He falters, looking away as his hold looses its firmness.

“Had your address, your name, you—they laughed.”

The brunette recoils, as if he’s reliving the scenario in his mind.

“Said you…never mind. I jus’…had to get to you first.”

“You did. Not a soul has been here since last night, not since Nathan.”

A bit of relief shows in his body language, though, it’s not completely disappeared.

“You nearly died yourself, Thomas. I was so worried about you.”

Your fingers tuck stray locks of brown hair behind his ear, to which his shoulders rise, then fall.

“M’sorry. I am. I thought I could make it to you. Camp didn’t seem that far off…”

He’s in and out of it once more, and you take it that he’s going to fall asleep very soon.

“Rest,”

You peel his hand from your side, small hands to his chest as you gently push him back against the headboard, slowly down until he’s laying flat on his back.

“Promise you…be here?”

“Yes, but, Nathan is likely on his way back. He said he’d take you back to camp.”

You work on adjusting his blanket and one rogue bandage, when his hand comes to take yours in a grip you couldn’t shake, hard as you try.

“Yer comin’ with us.”

The sternness in his brown eyes is enough to send a shiver down your spine.

“No debate.”

His words slur, but you know when you are staring straight at a losing battle. Nodding, you smile softly and brush your thumb against his knuckles.

“Yes, Thomas. Now, sleep, for me.”

As if you flipped a switch, his hold loosens, and you can watch with weary eyes as the man succumbs to rest once more.

#sul writes #thomas knowlton #the dreamer idw #idw the dreamer comic #the dreamer comic #the dreamer #idw the dreamer #Thomas Knowlton x reader #colonel lieutenant Thomas Knowlton #Thomas Knowlton headcanons

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bravelywego · 2 days ago

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DA: Inquisition characters the muses would get along with best:

Please note: This list assumes that my muses are meeting wiith the Inquisition people post-Bravely Default and post-Bravely Second, or else there'd be NO way that Fiore and Geist would be able to get along with honestly anyone XD

Janne:

Cole - Both are fast and efficient in battle, Cole with his daggers and Janne with his fencing skills. Janne needs some time to get over the weirdness of Cole just popping in and out of the place and so on, but recognizes that the other means well and just wants to help.

Iron Bull - Fighting buddies. Also, Janne would fully support Bull going full Tal-Vashoth (as Janne would probably have a LOT of questions about the Qun).

Varric - Varric seems like a guy that has a ton of info and Janne is always seeking answers, so this would work out okay. Janne will absolutely suck at playing Wicked Grace though, so he never plays.

Sera - Janne would appreciate her worldview to an extent I think, and her honesty.

Kamiizumi:

Josephine - Josephine is a resourceful individual and Kamiizumi fully respects that. I also feel like both would end up gossiping about each other's companions and other things happening about them, and sometimes you need a friend for that.

Leilana - As Kamiizumi has experience working in the shadows, he and Leilana are bound to get along at least in terms of a working relationship. Kamiizumi's military expertise combined with Leilana's own knowledge and secrets will make them a great collaboration.

Cassandra - Kamiizumi can relate to her sense of responsibility and so on

Iron Bull - Kamiizumi likely won't partake in drink when hanging out with the Iron Bull, but spars? Heck yes. Go for it. Also, the Chargers would remind Kamiizumi of his own Black Blades back in Luxendarc. (And yes, Kamiizumi wouild probably support Bull going Tal-Vashoth vs. staying loyal to the Qun - Kamiizumi knows from firsthand experience that unquestioned obedience can have a price).

Blackwall - The sense of duty that comes with being a Grey Warden would intrigue Kamiizumi, make him ask Blackwall more about it...and then Kamiizumi's stunned when he finds out the truth about Blackwall and would try to encourage him to be on a more redemptive path.

Cullen - Kamiizumi has his concerns about Cullen's experiences with lyrium, especially if the latter ends up going back on it. Both have been through some rough war stuff, they could probably bond over that.

Geist:

Dorian - As fellow magic users who have very much have picked faults with the environments they were raised in (Geist with the Crystal Orthodoxy, Dorian with Tevinter), both would have a lot to relate to and gripe about together while still hoping and working toward some kind of redemption for said places.

Sera - Sera's blunt honesty is something Geist would appreciate, very much so.

Solas - Fellow magic users. Both have done some unorthodox things. Assuming Geist can put aside his sadism and torture long enough, he and Solas might actually get along to an extent.

Cole - Geist is confused about what Cole is, exactly, but hey, it could be interesting to interact with a spirit....human...demon?

Cassandra - Either they will get along or they will semi-hate each other at first, purely because of how unpredictable Geist can be. However, once they get to know each other, they could have some interesting conversations...

Fiore:

Dorian - Fellow magic users? Check. Tend to be on the fancy side? Check. Both tend to ambitious and push for certain outcomes with varying degrees of success.

Iron Bull - Drinking buddies, absolutely. They can talk of past battles and other interesting experiences.

Solas(?) - Okay, either these two will get along or they will HATE each other. There is very little chance of an inbetween. However, purely academically, Fiore would be interested to know what Solas knows about the Fade and so on.

Vivienne - Social manipulation to reach the top? They have that in common. They might try to achieve it a little differently, but hey, the power of connections can be strong.

#ooc #mun speaks #headcanon #Dragon Age: Inquisition (AU verse)#dragon age inquisition rp #dragon age rp #about janne #about kamiizumi #about geist #about derosa #out of everyone i think kamiizumi would be best at getting along with most people in the inquisition #plot wishlist #muse interaction wishlist

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bensonsballerz · 7 months ago

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There was no way their father didn't know about the true intentions of the hoodie. After all, he too was an angry teenager who grew up to be an even angrier adult. He didn't talk too much about it, but she could tell he went through the ringer. And this time, he couldn't scream this problem away, despite what his parents thought. Yeah, he had to have understood.

"...Stella," she starts, gently, "I don't think Dad is angry-"

Stella scoffs, somewhat mumbled due to her face into her chest. "What? So-So he's yelling at me for fun?"

She can't help but snicker, for C.J. had griped about the same thing a time ago... and Mordecai... oh, and Rigby, too, for that matter.

"No, no... I think.. I think he's just scared."

"...scared?" Stella pulls away, looking up at her with a frown. "But why would-"

"Stella, you've been going back and forth with Dad for weeks now, and you're wearing a hoodie that says you want to die that you stole," she answers, stroking her head, "he's worried about you."

The first time Edith learned about what suicide was when she was a teenager, although it was not because of anything she felt herself. A classmate of hers had jumped off of an apartment building downtown, dying on impact. She barely knew him, but the melancholic mood that wafted through the school hallways like wind was palpable. So when she went home bewildered and even a little sad, she told her father what happened and asked the question that was on everyone's mind: why did he do it? Why would anyone want to end their own life? And so, he solemnly sat her down and explained what it was and why it might happen.

He reached forward, at that time, to cup her cheek in his hand, thumb idly stroking her face. "Edith, you'll tell me if... anything happens to you, alright?"

She quirked a brow. "What do you mean?"

He sighs, moving his hand to her knee instead. "I mean- If you ever feel like you might... want to do that, you'll tell me, OK? Please?"

While he was an angry teen, she was a lonely one. He was concerned, he realized, that she was going to get "ideas" and meet the same fate. She wants to retort by saying she would never do that and it was silly, for the concept fell through her fingers like sand. Instead, she just swallowed thickly and nodded.

"I will," she had said, after a moment that felt like an eternity, "I promise."

If he was scared then, at even the possibility of it when Edith gave no signs, then he had to be terrified right now. He almost lost Stella when she was just a baby, and he swore up and down he would never let that happen again. He did not want to lose her, it was no wonder he was screaming so loud.

"...he's scared for you, sissy; he's afraid he's gonna lose you."

A chill travels down Stella's spine, the words hitting her like a bucket of cold water. Clearly, she had never considered this. Her hands turn to fists, clenched at her sides as tears brim in her eyes again.

"Then...Then why doesn't he say anything?! He just keeps yelling at me!"

Edith sighs, rubbing the back of her head uncomfortably. "He... isn't very good at expressing himself. But Stella, you haven't told him anything either, technically."

Rigby had once said that a brick wall had better social skills than Edith ("and those can't even talk!") before Mordecai punched him. She's come a long way, she would like to think. She should rub it in his face.

Stella opens her mouth to argue back, but instead sighs, shoulders sinking in defeat.

"...I didn't-I didn't mean to scare him. I just-I just thought-"

"I know. It's OK, Stella."

"I-I-I mean, I don't think I even really want to die, you know? I just- I don't- I just want to stop feeling so awful!" She cries, burying her face in her hands. "I want to tell him, but-but what if he-he thinks I'm crazy, sissy?!"

Edith gently takes her hands from her wet face, a warm smile on her lips. "He won't," she says confidently. "He loves you, Stella. More than anything." She gives her little sister's hands a firm squeeze, as if to emphasize her point.

Stella sniffles, wiping her eyes with the sleeve of the hoodie that started all of this. She looks down at it for a moment, thinking.

"...you aren't gonna make me return it, are you?"

She opens her mouth to say 'of course I'm making you return it,' but quickly shuts it. That probably wasn't a good idea... maybe Rigby was right after all.

"...No," she answers, clearly reluctant, before looking a little sad. "Why? Do you... still want it?"

"No, no! ..Well, kind of, just- Please don't make me return it? That would be so embarrassing!"

"Why would that be embarrassing? Anyways, you shouldn't have stolen it then... but," she sighs, obviously not liking this, "you can just get rid of it."

"...are you going to call the police?"

"Ugh, gross, no. Just... just throw it away, alright? Dad will definitely make you return it."

Stella nods, already in the process of taking the hoodie off. "Of course he would," she grumbles, shucking it onto the floor, "probably would march me to the store, hand it back, and then freak out on the employees for selling such 'bad clothing for teens.'"

Edith chuckles; he would absolutely do that. "Alright, you about ready to go? It's getting dark out."

"Yeah, I'm ready..." She says, hand on the apartment doorknob, voice uneasy. "Actually, uhm, Edith? Could you... come with me?"

Edith looks up from where she's picking the hoodie up, presumably to toss it. "Yeah, of course; I'll walk you down, alright?"

"No, well- yes, but... can you come with me when I talk to Dad?"

She stops what she's doing, hoodie hugged to her chest, a bit surprised by the request. It would probably be a very vulnerable and exhausting, although needed, conversation. It would also be long, and it was getting late.

She frowns. "I thought you would want to do talk to him alone."

Stella shrinks sheepishly, face growing a bit red. Her grip on the doorknob tightens, growing warm in her grip. "Yeah yeah, you're right. That was stupid, forget I said it-"

"Hey, I didn't say that. Stella, if it makes you feel more comfortable, then of course I'll come."

"...you will?" She says, voice small.

"I will," she affirms, nodding. "I will always go with you."

i finally finished it!!!! 8 months later yay. sorry it kind of just ends, i really wanted to finish it after so long. @tr85n once again thank you for your inspiration and your excellent au!

i desperately want to die, a (wip) story of my oc, edith, and @tr85n's oc stella! in this, ive assumed stella is 16 and thus edith is 37. edith is also married to cj LOL

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Another day, another fight between Stella and Dad.

It was becoming routine, at this point; Stella and their father fight, and Stella goes to Edith’s house to get away from him. Edith hears from Stella all about how Dad “doesn’t understand her” and “he’s such an asshole,” while Edith hears from Dad over the phone about how Stella “is acting out” and “can you talk to her?” And every time, Edith tries to give her advice and thoughts to both parties, but to no avail; the cycle always repeats

It was occurring again. Edith gets a phone call from her little sister moodily asking to come over, and against her better judgment, she allows her to come over. Edith is mentally preparing for the repeated onslaught of insults against their father (she had said to respect him and not insult him, but it obviously didn’t work) when Stella walks in, using the spare key Edith gifted her.

But something was different, and Edith could already begin to see what the problem was this time. Stella barely has a moment to step across the threshold before Edith is asking about it.

“What is that?” Edith gestures to her hoodie, eyebrows knitted in a puzzled and concerned frown.

Stella follows the gesture towards her hoodie, a deep black color with white lettering on it, saying “I desperately wish to die,” with the second word being in a beautiful cursive that was unlike the grim phrase in question.

“Oh, this? It’s a hoodie,” the younger Dunwoody bluntly responds, smiling cheekily. Edith rolls her eyes in reply; either she would avoid the question or would too offensively face it. This was the latter

“I know that, Stella. I meant the design; why does it say… that?”

Stella looks at her older sister with a smile, but it isn’t like her typical, cheery one: it’s one of melancholy and exhaustion.

“What if I have outgrown the pastels?” She answers vaguely, walking past Edith to go and find her usual spot on the couch next to her cat, Miso. “Pink’s not really my color anymore, sissy.”

Frustration bubbles in Edith as she turns to face her sister, for she did not appreciate the tiptoeing around her question her sister was obviously doing. For a while now, Stella was moving away from pink towards the binary colors of black and… well, just black, actually. It didn’t alarm Edith as much as it alarmed their father. When Edith was a teenager, a lot of her peers dressed up in dark clothes and makeup; it was just something that they did. But the dark colors her little sister embraced instead of her usual pinks and yellows was not what was alarming Edith.

“I know that, too,” she repeats, walking towards Stella, who purposely was looking not at Edith, but at her cat, “I mean, why does it say that you want to die? Dad would never get that for you.”

Stella, who has been petting Miso, pauses, a sad and almost guilty look on her face. Edith has gotten good at reading people and predicting their next move, but now? It was like her baby sister was a completely different person.

A tension settles in Edith as a grave realization picks and prods at her brain. “Stella, where did you get your hoodie?” She purposefully phrases it so that Stella cannot wiggle her way out of the question, or offer a vague answer.

Stella won’t look at her as she sinks deeper into the couch, hands now in her pockets and her teeth biting her lip. Unlike their father, Stella struggled more so to lie or talk back to Edith, for the latter found that being more direct and honest with her was better. And again, unlike their father, Stella could not fault Edith for any anger issues.

“I bought it,” she finally says, although it’s obvious to both of them that it’s a lie.

Edith frowns and puts her hands on her hips, “You don’t have money.”

“I used my allowance.”

“Dad doesn’t give you allowance.”

“Well, he-”

“Stella,” Edith firmly interrupts, arms now crossed, “you know I don’t like being lied to. So, tell me the truth: who gave you the hoodie?”

Stella could say anything, at this point; a friend gave it to her, she found it, etc., because Edith already knew it came from that dumb wannabe emo shop, Carly’s. But nothing could prepare her for Stella’s actual response

“I stole it.”

It comes out as a quiet mumble from Stella, who has somehow sunk deeper into the couch. It’s why Edith thinks she’s misheard her at first, although her eyes go wide regardless.

“What?”

“I said I stole it!” Stella says more clearly and loudly, almost shouting. Her voice and lip quivers, and the gumballs in her head begin growing scarlet. Edith can feel hers growing scarlet as well, completely baffled by the admission that Stella Gillian Dunwoody stole something.

Edith, still in shock, mutters a “shit” under her breath as she runs a hand down her face; their father always emphasized to follow the rules to a T and to always respect and listen to those older than you, so there was no way in Heaven or Hell that Stella, nice and pure and wonderful Stella, would do this without consequence.

“You what?” She replies in disbelief after a moment; now, Edith was now not only upset about the design of the hoodie, but now she was upset about how she got it.

Stella scoffs and gets up from the couch and walks to the other side of the living room, now hugging herself. “What? Do you need to hear it again?” She says, defensively

“No, of course I don’t need to hear you again, Stella; I heard you very clearly,” she shot back, still trying to wrap her head around this entire situation. “I’m disappointed in you. I just- I don’t understand why you would steal such a thing.” Edith says it with an emphasis like it was a dirty word that would have the police come knocking on her door the second she uttered it.

Stella scoffs like the reason was the most obvious thing in the world and, truth be told, it was. “Because I wanted it?”

Edith still didn’t get it. She pinches the bridge of her nose and narrows her eyes; she’s going to need C.J.’s migraine pills after this. Despite her frustration and disappointment, though, she is more concerned with the answer she’s anticipating from her sister

“Why would you want that?”

Stella doesn’t reply. Edith swallows a lump in her throat, lip trembling. Her voice grows more gentle. “Stella…”

With her back turned to her, Edith could only hear the beginning of Stella’s crying, her sniffles pulling at her. Even though Edith should still be angry, should still be firm, gaining a baby sister and watching her grow has made her grow soft. Marriage wouldn’t help that, either. Edith walks over to her, placing her hands on her shoulders and turning her around, although Stella’s gaze was focused on the floor

“I just- I thought it would maybe get Dad to… listen to me, or something… I asked him at the store for it, but he said the design was ‘ridiculous’ and that I shouldn’t wear it. So-So when I-I-” Her voice has grown more shaken and despairing; Stella wipes tears from her eyes that are beginning to spill. “So when I… took it and brought it home, he started getting really mad that I disobeyed him and-and took it, even though it’s not that big of a deal!”

So he knows that it was stolen

Stella’s voice is raised at the end, and now she’s crying full on. Edith can’t help but bring her into a hug, gently rubbing her back to try and relax her, but to also relax herself. So, she wants to… die? Her happy, bubbly little sister… She wanted to die, and that terrified Edith; she couldn’t fathom her life without her, the first 21 years of her life without her feeling only like a prequel to an amazing story. She wants to begin by saying that it was a big deal and that theft was wrong but, surprisingly, the socially confused Edith knows even that wasn’t needed right now. C.J. would be proud of her, if she was here and not on a business trip.

#my post #edith dunwoody #stella dunwoody #regular show #regular show oc

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ragingbookdragon · 3 years ago

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If We Were Fast Enough

Flash!Reader x Flashfamily One-Shot

Word Count: 5.3K Warnings: Explicit Language, Angst

Author's Note: I had this idea after watching a few clips of Flashpoint Paradox! Enjoy! -Thorne

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Her hand was tightly clasped in his, eyes narrowed in sadness, but there was a pride in them; she felt the speed transfer between them, flowing through her veins and he said, “You’ve got my speed, honey. It’s up to you now.”

The tears that had welled in her vision tipped over and she whispered, “I can’t leave you here, dad. I—I can’t just run away.”

He shook his head. “You’re not running away. You’re surviving.” A groan escaped him, and the pool of blood seemed to double in size. “We’re running out of time. You’ve gotta go before the timeline collapses.”

“Where do I go?” she asked, wiping her eyes. “This universe is home.”

“Honey, Speedsters are Speedsters whichever universe we’re in.” he smiled weakly at her. “You’ll have a family wherever you end up.”

She gazed at him, breathing deeply as fresh tears grew in her gaze. “I’m scared.”

“I know. But you can do this.” he replied, pausing to look her over. “You look just like your mother, honey.” He smiled tearfully. “She’d be so proud of you if she were here now.”

Pulling the cowl over her head, she gave a watery laugh. “Mom always said I looked like you.”

“Nah. You take your speed and nature after me, but you are a spitting image of your mother.” A blast sounded in the distance and they both looked over, eyes widening as the white flash of light grew larger and larger. “You have to go. Now.”

Swallowing thickly, she leaned down and hugged him around his neck as tight as she could, inhaling the scent of ozone and spearmint for the last time. “I love you, dad. I love you so much.” Her fingers dug into his ruined suit as she cried. “I love you.”

He caressed the back of her cowled head. “I love you more, honey.” Pulling away, he leveled her with a firm look. “Now run, Lightning Flash. Run.”

The bluish-white lightning flowed across her body, and she turned, letting her feet carry her across the war-torn field, escaping the atomic blast. The world melted around her, a blur of memories surrounding her: her birthdays, her parents’ faces, her first stroke as a Flash, the start of the war, the deaths of her friends and family, everything up until now.

She was helpless to stop the tears that flowed down her cheeks, the feeling of her heart pounding in her chest, and the booming in her ears as she ripped through the waves of time and the boundaries of space.

A shriek sounded behind her, and she turned her head, eyes widening. “Ah shit!”

The time wraith screamed at her again, reaching out to grab her and she just barely dodged it, turning back to face the flowing warp. She was close. All she had to do was get to the next time boundary and she could lose the wraith.

“Almost there!” she told herself as another bellowed sounded in her ears again, and with one final leap, she burst through the barrier, the waves collapsing around her. The shock of the blast sent her skidding along the ground, and she cried out as she rolled.

Shouts sounded in her ears, humans, but she was more concerned about the screaming time wraith. “I just lost everything! Can’t you just leave me the hell alone!” It shrieked at her again, advancing and anger welled through her as she pushed herself to her feet and she growled, “You wanna dance, you sonovabitch? Then let’s dance.”

Her eyes lit up in a white force and she darted past the wraith, hitting a point above it, then she darted past again, and again and again in a star formation, over and over until all that could be seen was a blur of blue and white. The clouds rumbled above, swirling faster and faster and she hit the top of the star, coming down at the wraith. A burst of lightning cracked from the sky, striking the time being just as she collided with it, and in a hail of blue and white strikes, the wraith exploded into smoking fragments.

As the smoke cleared, the human voices grew louder, but she was sprawled out on the ground, breathing heavily, her body crying under the strain. Someone placed their hand on her shoulder, worrying, “Are you alright?”

She nodded weakly. “Yeah…just gimme a minute. The five-star lightning strike always takes a lot outta me.” Shutting her eyes, she focused on breathing deeply.

“I’ve never seen anyone destroy a time wraith before.”

“It takes practice.” Craning her neck, she opened her eyes, and bit back a sob as the man’s face cleared before hers. “You’re this world’s Flash, aren’t you?” she whispered, “Barry Allen.” His blue eyes widened, and he nodded mutely. “I figured.”

“Who are you?” he asked. “What world did you come from?”

She shook her head. “Doesn’t matter. It’s gone now.” Meeting his gaze once more, she added, “But you can call me the Lightning Flash.”

“What’s your real name?” Barry quizzed.

(Y/N) Allen. And I’d tell you that but all it’d do is bring hurt to both of us.

“(Y/N) Sloan.” She laid her head down, closing her eyes. “I’m gonna take a nap for a while…I’m really…tired…”

His voice called out to her, but all she heard was a warbling noise as she drifted into darkness.

***

When she came to, her head felt like someone had thrown an overripe melon off a balcony ledge and watched it splatter across the ground. She groaned and forced her eyes to open, pushing herself up on her palms.

“Woah, woah, woah!” someone worried. “Take it easy there, Flashy.”

(Y/N) looked over, seeing a familiar green symbol, and an ever more familiar unmasked face. “I’m fine, Hal.”

He blinked. “You know who I am?”

“Please, I’d know that big head of yours from a mile away.” Smirking, she added, “I know everyone in the Justice League.” She grunted, pulling her left arm over her chest, feeling the taut muscles in her back ripple as she stretched them out. “Where am I?”

“The Watchtower.” Hal gazed at her curiously. “Man, when Barry said you knew who he was, I didn’t think he meant you knew all of us.”

“You sound upset that you didn’t get to introduce yourself,” she shot back with a pained grin, stretching her other arm. “If it makes you feel any better, I’ll forget I know you, and you can reintroduce yourself.”

He chuckled and pressed a button on the side of the med bay bed. “Nah, no point now.” He looked down at the small light flashing. “Hey, she’s awake.”

In an instant, a sharp wind blew across the room and there stood the scarlet speedster without his cowl; moments later, the doors opened and in walked the top League members, Superman, Wonder Woman, and Batman.

(Y/N) threw her legs over the side of the bed as they walked over, waving off Barry and Hal who both reached for her, and stood on shaky legs. “Shit, I feel like a newly born giraffe.”

“You shouldn’t be up.” Barry frowned. “You practically tore yourself apart at the molecular level.”

“It was that or be taken by a time wraith,” she shot back, cracking her neck. “How long have I been out?”

“Eighty-six hours,” Batman said, taking her chin in his hand, tipping her head side to side as he shown a light in her eyes. “Your body’s been recovering slower than it should for a Flash.”

(Y/N) blinked. “The particular move does like Barry said it did. It tears the body at the molecular level to contain the speed force into one location.”

“It was dangerous,” Barry scowled, and she couldn’t help but laugh at this younger version of her father who was still just as serious.

“Being a Flash is dangerous.” She felt Batman pull away and she flexed her fingers. “I don’t use the move unless it’s a life-or-death situation.” Glancing at Barry, she questioned, “What earth is this?”

Before he could speak, Batman denounced, “You time jumped, and you don’t know what earth you came into?”

“I didn’t exactly have time to think out a plan while a nuclear blast was going off, Bruce,” she growled, glaring at him from behind the neon blue mask. “And to top it off, I had a time wraith coming after me. I wasn’t in a position to choose which earth I wanted.”

He went silent, gazing at her intently. “Whose names do you know of the Justice League here?”

(Y/N) looked around at the superheroes before her. “You’re all the same Justice League as my earth, but in mine, you’re retired, and your children run the show.”

“I’m sorry, children?” Hal interrupted. “We have—we have children?”

“Some,” she laughed. “Conner Kent is our Superman, Donna Troy is our Wonder Woman, Jason Todd is our Batman, Kyle Rayner is our Green Lantern, and Roy Harper is our Green Arrow.”

“And you?” Superman questioned.

“I’m my Justice League’s Flash. The Lightning Flash.” (Y/N) smiled wearily. “The fastest woman alive.” She toyed with the blue and white gauntlet. “At least now I am.”

“You said you were our kids?” Hal said. “Are you Barry’s daughter?”

The two Speedsters looked at each other and she answered calmly, “No. My transformation into the Flash was a freak accident, much like Wally West’s. That being said, I’m not related to the Flashfamily by blood.”

“Hmm.” Batman grunted, then turned, wandering off. “You need to rest up more then we’ll run tests.”

“Only if she consents.” Barry called out.

Bruce stopped, not even bothering to look over his shoulder as he retorted, “She’s a Speedster from another universe. We need more information before we can let her loose in anyone’s city.”

As he wandered off, she placed her hands on her hips and griped, “God, I miss Jason being Batman. He’s less of a jerk-off about new things.”

Superman chuckled, resting a hand on her shoulder. “Don’t take it the wrong way…(Y/N), was it?”

She nodded. “Yeah, (Y/N) Sloan.” Sticking her hand out, she added, “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Pleasure’s all mine,” he murmured, shaking her hand strongly, then he pulled away. “He is right though. You should get some more rest before you wander around the Watchtower.”

She waved it off. “I’ll be alright. If you’ve got a treadmill designed for Speedsters though, I’d like to run a bit.”

“I’ll show you where it is,” Barry answered, leading her from the group. As they walked down the hallway, she paused, leaning against the wall as a wave of nausea came over her; he caught it instantly. “Are you okay?” he frowned. “We should go back to the med bay.”

“No.” she grunted. “I’m fine. Just…just gimme a moment.” Shaking it off, she squared her shoulders. “I absorbed speed from the remaining Speedsters on my world before I left. It’s just taking a toll on me.”

“Why absorb their speed?” he asked, and she could tell from his voice that there was a level of suspicion in it.

“Because it was the only way to keep it from being stolen by our enemies as we were being slaughtered.” (Y/N) looked down the hall. “We can go now. It’s passed.” She bypassed him, wandering down the hallway, though she kept a hand on the railing the entire time.

***

It wasn’t a surprise that they sent her back to Central City with Barry after the few tests she’d let them run. Only tests on the outside, no blood or DNA samples for them to investigate. Barry’s apartment was cramped and there wasn’t room for them both to be in the kitchen, but she’d lived there before, so ducking under his arms and turning around him was second nature.

And Barry, bless the kindhearted soul he was, tried at every opportunity to make her comfortable in the home. (Y/N) respected it, knowing that even worlds apart, Barry Allen was still Barry Allen. She watched him sometimes. When he was sitting on the sofa or at the bar, flipping through paperwork or reading a book on physics. He always lost track of time, forgot what was happening around him, but his face showed ease. Peace. Like the world wasn’t on his shoulders.

It made her miss her father. It made her miss her family and friends. Her world. (Y/N) cried at night on the couch, silent tears dripping down her cheeks as she remembered every last moment of her family and friends’ lives. She’d been lucky in the end to come out unscathed. But her father, his friends, her friends, all dead. All killed in a pointless war that ended with the entire world blown to hell—and she was the only one left.

She sat beside the window, gazing down at the quiet street below her; she felt like crying, but by now, she’d cried out every tear, and all that remained was the hole drilled in her chest, empty and aching.

“(Y/N)?” Glancing over, she saw Barry coming out from his bedroom, brows furrowing at her. “Are you okay?”

Shrugging, she looked back out the window. “I don’t know if I’ll ever be okay again, Barry.” It was hard to not call him ‘dad’ all the time, and weird to call him ‘Barry’.

She felt him sit opposite of her on the little bench. “Can I help you anyway?”

It took a while for her to speak, but when she did, her voice was barely above a whisper. “It’s all gone. My life. All of it. I’m the only one left from my world.” She swallowed the lump in her throat. “I’m…alone.” His hand rested on hers and she felt tears well in her gaze. “I miss my family…and I miss my friends.”

She shook her head, looking at him. “Why my world? Why us?” tears slipped down her cheeks. “Everything was fine one moment and the next thing any of us knew, the world was going to war, and we couldn’t stop it.” A loathing laugh escaped her. “We were the Justice League. The proteges of the greatest heroes and yet we couldn’t stop war.”

(Y/N) wiped her tears. “We failed. I failed.”

“What happened wasn’t your fault, (Y/N).” Barry murmured. “You know that.”

“It feels like it.” She countered. “What do I have to show for all my saving? A sole survivor stuck in a world that has no need for her.”

His eyes were narrowed in concern, the way her father’s used to do when she’d tell him of her troubles and doubts. “There’s always a need for us. Everyone one of us.”

“Speedsters?” she asked, and he squeezed her hand.

“If the universe wanted you dead, you’d be dead, (Y/N). But you’re here and you’re alive.” He smiled sadly. “You can’t outrun the past. But you can change the direction you’re running in.”

She gazed at him and for once in the past few weeks she’d been there, she felt her heart lighten. “Thank you, Barry.”

He smiled warmly at her and patted her hand. “Since we’re both awake…wanna go for a run?”

(Y/N) chuckled and nodded her head. “Yeah. It’d certainly help burn off the emotions.” She held out her hand and Barry looked at the ring on her finger.

“Wow, your ring is cool.” He took her hand, gazing intently at it. “I noticed your suit isn’t red like most of us Speedsters are. Yours is mainly blue and white.”

She nodded. “It was too complicated to call myself Flash since there were more than one, so I took the name Lightning Flash and designed my suit the colors associate with lighting.” (Y/N) vibrated and reappeared in her suit. “Blue and white.”

“With silver trimming,” he added, poking the mask she wore, and she batted his hand away.

“Hey, gold’s overrated.”

Barry’s face pinched as he vibrated into his suit. “Is not!”

“Is too! It’s the colors for the Seminoles.”

He placed a hand to his chest. “I can’t believe you just told me my colors were FSU’s colors. I’ve been fatally wounded.”

“You’re a drama queen,” (Y/N) laughed then started towards the door. “Race you to Coast City!”

Barry sped after her. “Why Coast City!”

“Because it’s California, man!” she watched as he matched her speed. “And Hal’s apartment always has Doritos!”

“I think you might have a crush on our resident Green Lantern,” Barry teased and (Y/N) gagged.

“Dude, gross.”

“Oh, come on! Don’t tell me you aren’t friends with your Green Lantern!”

“The best, but Kyle and I were only friends! My dalliance fell with another team member!”

“Batman?” he asked, and she nodded.

“Batman.”

“Oh. Lovely.” Barry sighed. “You and Jason Todd seem like a wonderful pair.”

(Y/N) snorted. “Contrary to popular belief, Jason was actually a fantastic Batman. He loved it, oddly enough.”

“That is odd,” the Speedster countered. “Because as far as I know, none of the Batkids want to be Batman.”

She merely laughed in return, passing the Coast City sign.

***

“You know these aren’t…my world folks, right?”

He smiled, watching the group of young adults across the room laugh and joke around. “I know, but the lot of us thought it would be good if you got together with the age group of you own.” Barry looked over. “Besides, I think you’re going to fit right in with this world’s group.”

(Y/N) tipped her head side to side, huffing a laugh as Jason thumped Kyle in the side. “We’ll see.” She let Barry lead her over and the small group perked up at their arrival.

“Hey guys, thanks for coming on such short notice. I know you were busy.”

Jason crossed his arms over his chest. “So, why did the League invite us all?”

Barry gestured to (Y/N). “I’d like everyone to meet (Y/N) Sloan. She’s a Speedster who recently arrived on this earth.”

“Recently?” Roy asked and he nodded.

“There was a…problem on her earth.” He glanced at her and nodded, prompting her to speak.

“My world isn’t in the general stream of timelines anymore.” She smiled awkwardly. “I came here to…survive more or less.” Holding out her hand for one of them to shake, she said, “But it’s a pleasure to meet you all.”

“You know who we are?” Kyle asked as he shook her hand.

“Yeah. This world is surprisingly similar to mine, Kyle.” (Y/N) smiled with a little less awkwardness. “I know all of you.” Her eyes fell on Jason who was watching her closely, teal eyes narrowed in calculation. “Penny for your thoughts?”

He hummed. “Who are we over there?”

At that, all the awkwardness fell away. “You don’t wanna know,” she giggled, and his face dropped.

“No.” she nodded, and he whispered, “Me?”

“You.”

“I’m confused,” Roy interrupted, and Donna snickered.

“I think Jason’s the Batman of (Y/N)’s world.”

“HA!” everyone dissolved into hysterics as Jason proceeded to all but cry.

“I don’t wanna be Batman!” he whined. “Why am I Batman! Why not anyone else!”

(Y/N) laughed. “What are you talking about? You volunteered to be Batman.”

“Jesus, I must’ve lost my mind then,” Jason retorted, then looked at her. “Do I carry guns?”

“Non-lethal rounds.”

“Damnit.” He sulked. “Can’t freakin’ believe I’m the Batman on your world and I willingly put the suit on.”

“You were a good Batman,” she stated. “There wasn’t anyone I trusted more to watch my back on the team.”

He met her gaze, seemingly shocked, though it only lasted a minute as he quizzed, “So if I’m Batman, does that make all of us…?”

(Y/N) nodded. “Yep. Wonder Woman, Superman, Green Arrow, and Green Lantern.”

“And you?” Kyle asked.

“Lightning Flash,” she answered coolly. “The fastest woman alive.” Meeting their gazes, she tipped her head down. “I know you’re not them…but I do hope we can be friends.” She smiled. “You can never have too many of those, no matter what world you’re on.”

Kyle looked over at Barry who was almost crying. “We get to keep her, right? Because if we don’t, I’m going to be very upset.”

(Y/N) snorted and wrapped a loose arm around his waist. “Don’t worry, Kyle. I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.” A growling sounded and her cheeks warmed as she pressed a hand to her stomach. “Sorry about that.”

Jason laughed, getting to his feet. “I guess Speedster stomachs are the same no matter what world you’re on.”

“Isn’t that the truth,” Barry retorted, and the vigilante looked at her.

“Wanna annoy Batman and hang around Gotham City?”

(Y/N) nodded. “Absolutely.”

“Wait for me!” Roy shouted, yanking his legs from the table, and soon the others were following.

Barry watched them as they walked to the Zeta-Tubes, laughing and ribbing one another like they’d been friends since childhood; someone nudged him in the side, murmuring, “She’s gonna be okay.”

He nodded as Hal settled beside him. “Yeah…I know she will.” He smiled as (Y/N) leaned into Jason’s side and brought a hand to her eyes, wiping the tears away. “She’s already fitting in better than I thought.”

“(Y/N)’s a strong woman,” Hal acknowledged. “She acts a lot like you in that aspect.”

“How so?” Barry inquired and the Lantern shrugged.

“Well, you can’t get her to stop attending League meetings no matter what Batman says, and she’s always ready to put herself on the line for us.” Hal huffed a laugh. “And she treats me like I’m an old man. I’m thirty-eight and she acts like I’m fifty-six.” He looked at Barry. “But she flows in the world like you, Barry. Her mannerisms, her styles, her speech, it’s all you.”

The Speedster frowned, quietly stating, “You think she’s my future daughter, don’t you?”

Hal shrugged. “She doesn’t look like you, but she’s comfortable around you. Like she knows she’s safe if you’re there with her.”

“Why lie about it though?” Hal could tell Barry was hurt. “Wouldn’t she want to tell me?”

“If you lost everything and showed up in another world where there was a parent still alive, would you act like nothing changed or would you keep it at arms-length?”

Barry sighed. “You’re…right.” He shook his head. “I didn’t even think of that.” His frown deepened. “She must hate looking at me though. I’m not her dad but I’m another version of him.”

“She doesn’t hate you, Barry.” Hal said, clasping his hand on his best friend’s shoulder. “She’s just…trying to keep it all together and not mix this world with hers.”

“I feel connected with her.” He admitted. “The speed force works funny like that. We can feel other speedsters—we know their speeds and auras.” His voice became soft. “Hers feels like…like…”

“Like?” Hal encouraged and Barry sighed.

“Her aura feels like when I went back in time and saved my mom.” He shook his head. “It’s hard to explain but she feels like—”

“Like family.”

Barry gaped at Hal. “Yeah…that’s exactly it.”

Hal nodded. “She’s still your daughter even worlds apart.”

“What do I say to her?”

“Don’t.” he answered. “Let her come to you about it.”

“That sounds like a good idea,” Barry agreed.

***

The group had dispersed as quickly as it had come together, not that she was overly upset—she knew they all had prior engagements and teams to be apart of, but she would’ve been lying to say that it hadn’t saddened her a bit. Jason and Kyle, however, seemed to be the only ones that were usually around, Jason more than the latter.

(Y/N) liked being around Jason. He was much more hotheaded than she was used to, but she decided that like the Flashes, Jason Todd was Jason Todd no matter what universe he was in.

He was a little more reckless than she knew, playing fast and loose with the game, but he knew where his feet landed with each jump, and he was there when she needed help, her the same.

It hadn’t taken him long to deduce that the two of them were more than friends in her world, making the joke that she was his Catwoman—she’d cried she’d laughed so hard, but it given them time to talk about everything that had happened to her and her world; most importantly, her father.

She watched as Jason reclined against the cool stone of the ledge, passing one of the wrapped cheeseburgers to her. “Thank you,” she murmured, unwrapping it.

“Mhm,” he hummed, sipping his milkshake, setting his hood beside him; he swallowed and looked over. “What’s on your mind?”

(Y/N) blinked. “What are you talking about?” he merely cocked a brow and she sighed. “I forgot you could read people well.”

“Well maybe if you were a book and not a pamphlet, it’d be harder.”

“Did you just call me simple?”

“Never.” He waved it off. “What are you thinking about?”

She sighed again and set her half-eaten burger aside, pulling her knees to her chest as she whispered, “My mom’s maiden name was Sloan.”

Jason arched a brow. “You go by ‘Sloan’. Was your mom married?”

“My parents were. She died from cancer when I was ten.”

“I’m sorry,” he lamented, and she smiled.

“Thank you.” (Y/N) looked over. “My last name is Allen.”

His eyes widened. “As in Barry Allen, Allen?”

“Yeah…my dad.”

Jason blinked. “Holy shit.”

“Mhm.” She propped her chin on her knees. “The reason I’m just as fast as Wally West in this world is because I absorbed my dad’s speed before I left mine.” (Y/N) gazed at the city. “And then I left him to die in the blast.”

“You know that wasn’t your fault.”

She huffed. “So Barry’s told me.”

Jason stared at her. “Why do you live with him in Central City?”

“Because I don’t have anywhere else to go,” she answered. “And I…I—”

“You miss your dad.” He answered for her, and she nodded, feeling warmth gather in her eyes and she squeezed them shut.

“Yeah…it’s not him but…”

“It’s the only thing you’ve got that’s close enough to him.”

“Yeah.”

Jason nodded. “You’re welcome to come live with me over here.”

(Y/N) looked over at him. “I can’t do that, Jason.”

“Why not?”

She laughed. “We barely know each other.”

He shrugged. “We know each other enough.” Gazing at her, he added, “I’m not your world’s Jason, but we must be similar enough because I’ve seen and felt you fall behind me during fights, being at my six when I didn’t have it covered.” He smiled. “You know me, (Y/N), and I’d like to know you too.”

She merely gaped at him, then huffed a laugh. “I think that’s the most similar thing to my world’s Jason that I’ve heard you say.”

“Oh, come on!” he griped. “He couldn’t be that different from me!”

(Y/N) smiled. “Robins.”

Jason blanched. “I had Robins?”

“You had a son, who was exactly like you right now.”

“I wanna ask about the son, but what do you mean right now?”

“Oh, you know…hotheaded, anti-social, antagonistic.”

“You’re cute,” he scowled, then looked into the distance. “I can’t imagine bringing my kid with me.”

(Y/N) giggled. “Please, it took him like five years of complete begging on his knees before you’d even let him put on the suit, let alone go out with you.” She reached over and pushed hair behind his ear. “You were a good father…a good man.” Her expression turned sad. “I wasn’t fast enough to save either of you.”

Jason leaned into her touch, a frown on his face. “They know you tried, (Y/N).”

Tears gathered in her eyes. “I hope they knew that.” She shook her head as the tears started to spill over. “I lost everyone. You, JJ, my dad and all my friends.” (Y/N) stared at him through the tears. “How do I just start over after all that?”

He pushed the takeout bags out of the way and scooted over, pulling her to his chest; she buried her face in his suit and he propped his chin on the crown of her head. “I wish I had an answer for you.” He rubbed circles in her back. “But I do know that you can either let this keep you down, or you can get back up. Because if you don’t…then every life lost was in vain for you to survive.”

“I take it back,” she blubbered. “Your philosophical bullshit life lessons are the most Jason thing I’ve heard.”

He smiled, squeezing her tight. “That’s what we’re gonna call it now. Philosophical bullshit life lessons.” Jason pressed a kiss to her head. “It’s going to be okay, (Y/N). It’ll get better.”

***

It’d been a full year since she’d come to the new earth. She hadn’t moved in with Jason yet, but the moving boxes on the couch were the start of it—and she hadn’t told Barry she was leaving, or that he was her dad. (Y/N) wasn’t sure how to break that seal just yet.

She wandered around the tiny apartment, smiling at all the memories she’d made in the past year, and into his bedroom, where she paused at his dresser. A gold ring rested on top of it, and she picked it up, flipping it in her hand.

A woosh sounded from the door. “I’m home!” Barry’s voice trailed off in confusion and he called, “(Y/N)?”

“Here.”

He appeared in her peripheral, but she didn’t take her eyes off the ring, still gazing at the center stones. “There are boxes on the couch.”

“I’m moving in with Jason over in Gotham.”

“Oh…” he murmured, then took sight of what she had in her hands. “Is that—”

“Nora’s wedding ring?” she nodded. “Yeah.”

“How’d you know it was my mom’s?” Barry asked, stepping up to her and she finally looked at him, meeting his eyes.

“Because I had the same one in my world.” (Y/N) searched his gaze. “But you don’t seem surprised by that fact.” She sighed. “How long have you known?”

Barry’s face contorted in shame. “A few weeks after you got here.”

“Why didn’t you say something?”

He shook his head. “Hal said—” he sighed. “I wanted to wait until you said something to me about it. I was afraid if I did, you’d run.”

(Y/N)’s brows pulled together, lips pulling down sadly. “Barry…”

“I know I’m not your dad,” he whispered. “But I know, (Y/N). I can feel it.”

She felt her lips wobble and before she knew it, she was throwing herself into his arms, wrapping hers around his waist as tight as she could. “Dad.”

Barry’s arms came around her, one holding the back of her head, the other in the middle of her back. “I’m here, (Y/N).”

“I missed you so much,” she cried. “I wasn’t fast enough to save them, and I couldn’t save you either.”

“No,” he said. “You did everything you could. I know you did.”

“But I wasn’t fast enough.” (Y/N) sobbed. “You had to give me your speed so I could run away. Like a coward.”

“Like a survivor,” Barry corrected. “You’ve never run away.” He ran his fingers through her hair. “You’re a survivor, (Y/N). And your dad made sure of that.” He pulled away slightly, tears of his own dripping down his cheeks. “You’re fast enough.” She shut her eyes as more tears rolled down her cheeks and he pressed his lips to her forehead. “And no matter what world you’re on, you’re still my daughter.”

A laugh that sounded much more like a sob escaped her and she hugged him again. “I love you, dad.”

Barry smiled, holding her tight. “I love you more, honey.”

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ayamturd · 3 years ago

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Since you said color fic requests are open can I please request pastel orange with Technoblade?

cantaloupe coral│technoblade

warnings: none, only fluff

pairing: in-game romantic!technoblade

a/n: ahhh i missed writing these! ty for requesting, pls enjoy techno fluff <3

‘colors’ m.list

“What are you doin’ out in the snow?”

While you heard Technoblade’s question, you chose to wait mere moments before answering his concern, eyes still raised to the sky above.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

As you heard him come closer, a sudden weight was dropped on your shoulders, the warmth of his winter coat immediately comforted by the scent of him. You sighed when griping the thick fabric, choosing to ignore as Techno came to sit with you on the cold ground.

“That’s not a real answer and you know that,” Techno deadpanned, more than slightly displeased from your lack of coverage on the approaching evening. Grinning, you looked down to Steve’s head in your lap, the large polar bear pleased to feel the gentle caress of your hand in his fur.

Finally turning to him, your eyes narrowed playfully in tease.

“Maybe,” you conceded.

“But tell me, lover, did you really notice me missing, or was your panic from when I stole Steve?”

The silence that followed after was all the proof you needed, and you bursted out laughing from the conclusion of it. Techno was quick to try and defend himself, but you were too busy holding your stomach from the pain, your joyous giggles bringing an involuntary smile to his face.

“That’s irrelevant—”

“Oh I’m suure,” you interrupted, his defense weak against your amused beam.

Knowing it was useless to try, Technoblade sighed in defeat and fell back on his arms, choosing to focus on the horizon you were previously enamored with.

You lightly chuckled, before joining his position against his side, his head instinctively rested on yours in turn.

“Were you really riskin’ hypothermia for a setting sun?” Technoblade eventually asked, his tone soft. Humming, you shook your head from the assumption.

“No,” you quietly sung, “I came to watch the evening break dawn.”

Pulling briefly away, Techno looked down at you confused, brows furrowed from both the context and contrast.

“Why?”

You smiled, and pushed his chin to look ahead while you explained.

“The sun’s pretty, I won’t deny that, but there’s something entirely different when watching the sky; how beautiful the colors blend and meld into a collection of stars.”

Quickly glancing at him, you grabbed his hand from behind and interlocked your fingers with his. Techno squeezed your hand momentarily before letting you continue.

“Even if the winter draws out the sun, there's something so unique to the subtle shifts of day. Especially when the clouds disperse to reveal a soft calm.”

Despite your previous attention on him, you became lost to all thoughts when staring at the sunset once more, the gorgeous hue of soft orange now fading into a handsome midnight blue.

The light was brilliant against your eyes, Technoblade noted, and his heart was loud from the rhythm of his adored love. Leaning in, he kissed your temple to draw your attention on him again, before pecking your lips tenderly.

“Well I think the most important question to be asked now is,” Techno began before kissing you once more, “did you really have to steal my bear?”

Giggling, you kissed his nose and looked down to a sleeping Steve still on you.

“I needed a cuddle buddy, obviously.”

“I take great offense to that.”

#mcyt x reader #mcyt imagines #technoblade x reader #technoblade imagines #yams' colors

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parabelllvm · 7 months ago

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Honestly, why did he keep returning to the library?

If he were to answer this question without a though, he need not look much further than the multitude of books that lined the shelves of the library. It was an, admittedly, simple answer and part of him feels like it was somewhat of a cop out to say that… but it wasn't as though there wasn't any truth to it. The breadth of knowledge present in the academy's library was extensive… and he enjoyed visiting. Sometimes it was to further his own research and studies but, more oft than not, he came simply because he could and because he had the time to do so. His only gripe concerning it was that he couldn't visit in a form that was a bit more comfortable for him �� always glamoured with his wings hidden away and eyesight a far cry from what it should be…

…but that much, he could stomach. He spent that time reading — relaxing — so it wasn't all bad.

As for Satoru… Hayden wasn't quite sure how he felt about the other. They were familiar, yes, but that feeling simply came from seeing him often. The wrucilese knew his name and maybe a couple things about him but… honestly, Satoru kept his distance and that much, he knew very well. Whatever questions Hayden had, he'd answer. Whatever Hayden was looking for, he knew where to find it. He did not idle ( not much, anyway ) and he wasn't much for idle chit-chat… and the young sorceror didn't mind that in the slightest. He wasn't about to push himself into whatever bubble the archivist had established for himself….so, aside from a couple instances where he inched a step or two closer it it ( and the jacket he had draped over Satoru's shoulders on a colder day than this come to mind ), he's content to stay exactly where he is outside of it… in a metaphorical sense.

…Still, perhaps he should've warned Satoru when he moved to pass behind him on the ladder. His mind is elsewhere as he ambles down the aisle in search of something, honey eyes flicking from one shelf to the other slowly. He didn't think much of it as he continued walking because his eyes were turned up towards the shelves. He steps forward and, at the same time, Satoru steps back.

He's not sure what he's expecting when he stops the other from fullly stepping back into him ( a hand on the waist and a low “Careful now” ), but it certainly isn't a push. The force of it is enough to have him stumbling backwards a bit and one hand darts out in an attempt to steady himself. He doesn't take a spill quite like Satoru does but it still catches him off guard and a couple of the steps he takes back aren't… the most ideal.

When he's caught himself and is righting his balance again, his attention and gaze lift to Satoru among the pile of books he had crashed into after the shove. Honestly, it takes him a moment or two to fully parse what's asked… and, when he pairs it with the fact that the librarian did indeed push him, his expression is… less than pleased. Above that, it's confused — wondering what he'd done to earn that.

“…No.” he says, straightening his clothes and himself out. “I'm fine.” An “Are you okay?” would normally follow that under normal circumstances… but, in this case, it doesn't. The wrucilese instead mumbles a low “Sorry about that.” and just… continues down the aisle a little quicker now.

♚ — @godforsakcn ;; Satoru & Hayden. 'careful now.'

It’s been a long time since anyone has tried to get close to Satoru. A long time since anyone, who wasn’t a child, tried to get more than a few feet closer toward him. It’s so very weird to him, for hm to see Hayden and see him get so close. Like he had absolutely no fear or worries about Satoru which–if he doesn’t know then perhaps he doesn’t. Those that are aware of what Satoru can do understands the consequences of getting so close to him, but it isn’t as if he advertises what he is capable of. In fact, he tries to do the opposite.

He puts distance between him and other people, covers himself in layers of long clothes, hasn’t experienced physical skin contact in decades to perhaps nearly a century. He tries, so very hard, to keep everything from him. To keep people at a distance. To protect them–as much as he was protecting himself, honestly. The problems his gift has, it isn’t worth having a relationship or anything like that to him. He doesn’t want to risk hurting someone or having everything fall apart.

He doesn’t want to hurt someone by invading their personal life unintentionally.

Part of him wonders if he should tell Hayden about what he could do. To warn him so he stops trying to get so close. To push him away, more or less, to prevent him from chasing whatever this was. A friendship? Something more? Why did he keep showing up to the library and talking to Satoru? He truly doesn’t understand what someone wanted from him anymore, he can’t even recognize the signs of those seeking friendship or an actual interest in him in other ways. It’s been too long since he’s tried to find those signs himself. He only has one friend in life and Casimir, and both those people kept their distance too.

Hayden was here again he noted, seeing him on the first floor entering through the library door while he stood on a ladder trying to put the books away he had in a basket. He was sliding them properly into place, carefully making sure each one was safely where it was supposed to be without any damage to the pages or covers. When he placed the last one on the shelf he stepped down from the ladder, not even realizing that Hayden had gotten close until he went to step back and bumped right into him.

He heard the other’s voice, felt his hand against Satoru’s waist and truthfully–he did panic.

A shiver ran up along his spin and he quickly spun around, pushing Hayden back as he stepped away himself. His foot caught on the bottom of the ladder and he tripped over it, his arms flailing as he tumbled back onto his bottom and the stack of books that had been placed on the floor beside the ladder to be taken care of. Crashing into them he knocked several over and felt the pain that raced up his spin, causing him to flinch and grimace in pain.

“Owe.” Shifting in the now messy pile of books he carefully pushed himself up and reached back to rub against his lower spine, shaking his head. “Sorry, did I hurt you?” He didn’t think he shoved Hayden hard enough to hurt him, he seemed to cause more damage to himself.

#kinglyisms #☨ ┊ ⌜ unparalleled focus ⌟ ⇹ ( h. )#♖ ┊ ⌜ there is no cost too great ⌟ ⇹ ( v. godforsaken )#.you don't have to respond to this i just wanted to :)#.because Drama(tm)

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nights-legacy · 4 years ago

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I Don't Cuddle. Pt. 1 - Bakugo

Main Masterlist MHA Masterlist

+You and Bakugo have been together for a bit but you have kept it under wraps. One evening, you two are alone in the common room. Bakugo is restless and you two end up cuddling, that is until someone comes in and he pushes you off. He snaps something awful and things go downhill.

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I sighed and stretched before settling back into the back of the couch. The weight in my lap shifted after I had moved. I looked over at Bakugo, whose feet were in my lap, and he looked irritated and uncomfortable. I chuckled at his expression.

“What’s wrong?” I said. He cracked an eye open, looking at me. I cocked my head to the side in question. He closed it again before sighing. He sat up and looked around the room.

“Damn.” He groaned. We were alone in the common room. Most out on their internships still or in their rooms. Both Bakugo and I had gotten off early.

“Are you alright?” I asked again. He looked at me before giving me the come hither motion. He moved his feet and I moved closer to him. He quickly grabbed my waist and pulled me down into his chest.

“Opp!” I made a noise as I landed. I giggled when I realized what he wanted. “You could have said you wanted to cuddle, you dummy.”

“Pstk. Shut up, dumbass.” He grumbled. We adjusted to be more comfortable. “Plus, action speak louder than words, right?” He nuzzled into my hair. I nodded slowly, nuzzling into his neck.

“Softie.” I whispered. He jerked and I could feel the glare on me. I started laughing.

“I am not a softie you dumbass!” He griped but didn’t pull away all the same. I ran my hand softly down his chest to wrap around his waist. He flinched a little when I brushed his side. I bit my lip tempted to tickle him but didn’t.

After a while of just lying there and Bakugo shifting every now and again. He still hadn’t settled down. I figured it was the fact that we were cuddling out in the open instead of one of our rooms like normal. I pushed up onto my hand to hover over him slightly. I placed my hand on his chest and tapped twice. He opened his eyes and looked at me.

“What?” He asked in a normal tone. I smiled.

“What’s up?” He raised an eyebrow in question. “You keep moving and shifting. You seem like you can’t settle down. What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing.” He said before closing his eyes again and moving an arm behind his head.

“Bakugo…” I went to say something but the door and voices of Kiri and Sero wafted in. I felt Bakugo tense and next thing I knew, I was on the floor a few feet away from the couch. “Ow.” I groaned rubbing my now sore elbow.

“Woah.” Kiri trailed off as he and Sero saw what happened. I looked up at them before to Bakugo.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He yelled at…me? I looked at him shocked. “I don’t cuddle and not with some extra especially! Can you not get that through your thick skull? God.” He sneered. Pain shot through my heart, my mouth went dry, and I could feel tears come to my eyes. I looked down.

“Dude, that’s a bit harsh.” Kiri said in concern. I was frozen in my spot for a minutes. I looked up for one second to see Bakugo’s glare. I hurt me more even if it wasn’t towards me. Just as Sero was walking over to me, I got up and ran for the elevators, tears now streaming down my face. “L/N!”

“Fuck.” I said to myself as I begged the elevator to come faster. I slipped through the doors and punched the 3rd floor button. The doors closed quickly and huddled into the corner, forehead against wall. What the hell was that? I know we are keeping our relationship under wraps but that was a bit far.

The ding of the elevator caught my attention. I turned to leave but Jiro was standing there, looking at her phone. She looked up when she noticed the doors open. She went to step in but froze when she saw me.

“Hey what’s…Y/N!” I ran past her and down to my dorm. I ripped open the door and slammed it behind me. Knocking started not even half a minute later. "Y/N, what’s wrong? What happened? Please talk to me.”

“What’s going on?” Hagakure’s voice came through the door.

“She came running out of the elevator crying her eyes out. I don’t know what happened.” Jiro explained, knocking on the door again. “Please talk to me, Y/N.”

“Go away!” I yelled before collapsing on my bed and throwing the pillow over my head trying to drown them out at the door. That’s where I fell asleep.

3rd POV

Bakugo watched as L/N ran away. His heart clenched as soon as he said those words but he couldn’t stop himself. It clenched even harder when he saw L/N’s look of pain and the tears that were forming. He wanted to chase after them but was rooted to his spot on the couch.

“Bakugo, what was that?” Sero asked. Bakugo looked up at him and then to Kiri. They were both looking at him as if he had to head.

“None of your business.” He snapped before getting up.

“Well were just concerned. You have never treated L/N like that. Everyone else yes but them no…What the hell dude? Did you have to be so aggressive?” Kiri asked.

“Shut the hell up Shitty hair. You don’t know what you’re talking about. Leave alone why don’t ya?” Bakugo yelled before walking to other elevator. He slammed the button and enter the elevator himself. Once the doors closed and he pressed the button for his floor, he slammed his head back on the wall. “Stupid, stupid, stupid!”

He squatted down, holding onto his hair rather harshly. He was kicking himself, pissed that he reacted that way. He wasn’t even sure why he acted that way but he knew he messed up. Running to his room as soon as he reached his floor, he collapsed to the floor. He sat with his back against the door. He curled into himself, burying his head in his knees before he sobbed.

L/N’s POV

The next morning, I woke up to my eyes being sore and my face sticky. I groaned and nearly going into another fit of tears. A soft knock came from the door bit long after.

“Y/N…” I heard Jiro call softly. I got up and walked to the door, unlocking it and letting her in. She came in with a soft smile. She had a basket in her arms. I looked at her confused. “I have some sweets, some soft things Momo made, and other stuff to hopefully make you feel better. I don’t know what’s going on but I want to help.” She held out a wash cloth.

“Thank you.” I whispered. I took the rag and noticed it was warm. I wiped off my face.

“My pleasure.” She said and went to set the basket on my bed. I sat on the floor next to my bed and she followed. “So what happened? I’ve never seen you like that.”

“Just some boy trouble.” I said grabbing one of the squishamils from the basket. I cuddled into it. We sat in silence until we had to go to class. We were walking down the hall towards homeroom and a voice caught my attention. I looked up and saw Bakugo, Kiri, and Kami. I wordlessly walked, looking it the ground.

“Dude that’s not fair!” I heard Kami and Kiri start to argue about something and out of my peripheral I saw Bakugo’s hand reach out towards me. I dodged, moving closer to Jiro. She was none the wiser of why I moved closer. I hurried to the classroom, not wanting to be near him.

3rd POV

As you dodged his touch, Bakugo inwardly flinched. His hand still slightly in midair, he watched L/N walked away from him. Longing and regret laced into his eyes as he watched you disappear into the class room. He bit his lip as he looked down, bringing his hand back up to cross his arms.

“Bakubro, what do you think?” Kiri asked him, knocking him out of his own mind.

“I don’t know. Do you really think I was listening to your dumb shit?” He growled, stomping off afterwards. Kirishima and Kaminari watched him storm into the classroom. Bakugo looked at L/N as he walked in, seeing her with back towards the door. He walked over to his seat, plopping down and throwing his feet up.

“Bakugo, you should not have your feet on the desks. It is disrespectful to the…” Iida was on him in less than a minute.

“Just one day can you leave me the hell alone?” He said in a calm, even tone while rubbing his forehead. Iida was stunned to silence at not being barked at. He swiftly walked away.

Y/N’s POV

I heard Iida jump on Bakugo as soon as he sat down. Normally that would make me chuckle with Bakugo sending me a side glance say ‘is this guy for real?’ but this morning I just sat there. I was surprised when Bakugo didn’t bark at him but calmly shewed him off. Before I could think into more, Aizawa came in and started class.

“Quiet children. Today we are going to the USJ for training. Grab your suits and go get changed. We are leaving in 15 minutes.” The class cheered and moved quickly. I was walking slowly towards the bus after getting changed.

“Hey L/N.” I heard Kiri call out to me. I flinched as he ran up. I turned to look at him. “Hey…are you alright?” He asked setting a hand on my bicep. “What happened last night in the common room?”

“It was nothing. Just please forget about that. It was nothing and I would rather not talk about it.” I said earnestly. He looked at me with sympathy.

“Alright, it’s just you and Bakugo have both been acting weird this morning. I was just worried.” He said. I could feel tears coming on again.

“It’s fine. Thanks for your concern.” I said before turning and walking faster to the buses. I hopped on and looked around. Jiro and Momo were waving to me from the back. I went to walk forward but movement in the front seat caught my attention. Bakugo was sitting there alone, head propped up by his hand, staring at me. I quickly looked down and shot past him.

“Is there any reason for you avoiding Bakugo?” Tsuyu asked once back there. I looked up at her surprised. I shook my head before sitting down next to Jiro and setting my head on her shoulder. She wrapped her arm around me and I cuddled into her side.

“He’s the reason, isn’t he?” She whispered in my ear. I took in a small gasp of air before nodding. She held me tighter as tears came to my eyes again.

3rd POV

Kiri sat next to Bakugo just before the bus took off for the USJ. He looked at his friend who had been abnormally quiet today. He looked out the window with a blank expression, not even a scowl on his brow.

“Hey Bakugo…are you alright?” Kiri asked quietly, not alerting any of the others of his concern. Bakugo looked at him but didn’t say anything. “I mean you are acting unlike yourself. I am just worried.”

“’M fine.” He mumbled before looking at the back of the bus longingly and then out the window again. Kiri followed his gaze back and saw it matched up with a upset looking L/N. She was being held tightly by Jiro while Momo and Tsuyu were looking on worried.

“Does this have something to do with L/N and what happened last night?” He asked while looking back at the other. Bakugo closed his eyes while a pained expression flashed across his face. He shook his head before he scowled at the red head. That gave Kiri his answer. “What is really going on Bakugo and what can I do to help?”

“I fucked up and I don’t think there is anything anyone can do to help.” Bakugo said finally before looking out the window blankly again, effectively finishing the conversation without an argument.

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astaroth1357 · 4 years ago

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AYE requests briefly open you say? Then here ya go: MC (female or gn) turns into a child for a day courtsey of Solomon (maybe around 5) with the Brothers. I think it'd be adorable, what with finger painting on spell books and things, but there ya go!

The MC is Now Five Years Old, Thanks Solomon...

Oh boy…. A little kid in Hell sounds like a train wreck admittedly, but at least they'll have some pretty strong guardians right? I heard It'll Be Okay by SMLE & Helen Tess and decided that was JUST the feel this sort of request needed.

Intro:

Solomon really doesn't mess up spells often. He's been doing this for a while (at least as far as my headcanon is concerned) so he's gotten pretty damn good at magic over the years. It takes a looot to make him mess up. Like say, a natural disaster, an unexpected surprise… or a whole-ass MC getting knocked into what sigil he's using at just the wrong time. Yeah. That'll do it.

How in the world is he going to explain this to the brothers…?

Lucifer

His anger toward Solomon is quite severe… tempered only slightly by how utterly adorable kid!MC is. (Well all know he's got that soft spot for cute things 🤭) It reminds him so much of his brothers at that age…

The man basically reverts back to being Dad!Lucifer sooo fast.

He's the one tying their shoes, checking on them throughout the day, making sure they're not running with scissors… that sort of thing.

Weirdly enough he's not that bothered by it… In fact, his brothers find it a little unnerving just how at peace he seems when he's keeping track of kid!MC doing this or that… It's like he's just put on an old pair of gloves and found out they still fit.

Speaking of his brothers, Lucifer can't turn off "Parent Mode" so it starts spilling over to them too...

When he started telling Levi "It's bedtime" and used a napkin to wipe Beel's face for him in public, they decided to hold an informal intervention. They're grown demons now, damnit!! 😖

Mammon

The first thing kid!MC did when they saw Mammon was fling themselves at him while screaming "MAMMIE!!!" at the top of their lungs… Regardless of his confusion, the man could probably die happy now.

He only gripes a little bit about being saddled with babysitting duty… Because everybody knows he's not the babysitter now. He's the playmate.

"Mammie, I wanna play House!!" "I ain't playing House with ya, kid. How 'bout Tag?" "No way, you're too fast!" "Hide'n Seek?" "Luci said we can't play that no more…" "Well don't hide in the oven again!" "You didn't find me!!" "That was the problem!!!"

Pretty much the Man-Child/Actual Child Duo. He's perfect for keeping up with them and they'll whine incessantly when they can't find him for too long...

Totally the brother to take them to the amusement park or really any of those super fun places kids love. He will be just as excited as they are to be there, too.

It's not uncommon to find Mammon passed out on a couch or something with an equally exhausted kid!MC sleeping on his back. The two can really wear each other out…

Leviathan

He's probably the least perturbed by this change. Sudden de-aging of characters is a pretty popular anime trope, after all...

He's not all that taken with kid!MC though to be honest… Largely because he's too worried about keeping his stuff out of their grubby mitts. 😖

"Levi, what's this?" "GAH! Don't touch that!! That's my limited edition Ultra☆Rainbow Witch figurine!!" "I wanna play with it, though!" "It's not a toy!!" "That's not fair! You have nothing but toys, Levi!! You need to share!!" "NO I DON'T!!!"

In those times where Lucifer forces him to share, Levi goes full neat-freak. He handles all the discs and games himself, everything gets practically sterilized, and kid!MC HAS to wash their hands before they touch ANYTHING (especially the game controllers). He ain't risking any random kid-gunk getting on his precious possessions… 😰

He does enjoy playing games with them well enough, at least. No one's going to pass up a game of Devil Kart after all!

Sometimes he'll let them win just to see how happy they get… Though, then they start getting a big head about it so he has to remind him who the actual gamer is with another string of losses... Sucks to suck, kid! 😌😏

Satan

… You know, five year-olds ask a lot of questions… A looot of questions…

"Satan, what's that?" "An umbrella. You use it so that rain doesn't get on you." "Where does rain come from?" "Evaporated water collects in the atmosphere and-" "Is rain like the sky peeing?" "...." "Satan? Does your face hurt?... Satan?"

Please Lord, they may not be on speaking terms, but someone has to have mercy on his patience...

In truth, Satan's kind of charmed by how curious kid!MC is, he just wished they'd listen more to his boring explanations…

"Satan? Why does everyone listen to Diavolo?" "Lord Diavolo is like a king to us demons." "Where's his crown?" "He doesn't wear a crown." "Oh… You don't wear a crown and people listen to you. Are you a king too?" "I mean, you're not wrong… 😏" "Satan, get back to work."

Eh, maybe having a little MC isn't all that bad. They don't lie, after all. 😌

Asmodeus

OMG he hasn't seen a child this cute since the twins were in diapers!!!!

If Mammon isn't around then Asmo takes over babysitting duties (like an actual babysitter) and he's more than happy to do it. It reminds of him of taking care of baby Belphie!

If kid!MC has any interest at all in makeup then he's happy to foster it. He won't give them the good stuff of course, but he'll show them how to do blush, eyes, lipstick, nail polish, whatever!

He also dabbles in a bit of facepaint so do they want to look like a kitty, panda, or dragon? He's got them covered.

Asmo just likes to let them be creative in all forms, really. He's going to be the one to break out the paint and markers and just the kid!MC go to town! (hopefully not on the walls…)

Takes pictures of whatever they draw, good or bad, and happily displays them to everyone. There's not a big enough fridge to hold all the art he's going to collect (and zealously protect).

Beelzebub

Playmate #2 right after Mammon, but he's the less excitable, more responsible one.

"Beel! Beel! Watch me jump off this slide!!" 😰 "Please don't… You could hurt yourself… You slide down slides. That's why they're called that." "*GASP*... That's right! You're a genius!!" *sits back down* "Not really, but thank you." 😊 *waits for them at the bottom*

If the MC is with Beel, they're doing one of two things. Either they're playing together or gorging themselves on junk food.

Beel actually likes "domestic" games like House and Tea Party because it's an excuse to raid the kitchen. He'll play "house-husband" all day as long as he gets to actually eat at every imaginary dinnertime.

He'll play active games too, of course. Especially action-oriented ones like "Cops and Robbers" or Superheros. No one's better at roughhousing than Beel! Though he'll go easy on them, cause they're small and all… 😅

Everyone can always tell when Beel's in charge of them because he carries them around on his shoulders. He's the tallest one of the family so it's like getting to be a giant!

Belphegor

Belphie was introduced to kid!MC when they started crying during one of his naps. They couldn't wake him and they thought he was dead… Followed directly by them declaring their tears were magic when they noticed his eyes opened.

He proceeded to close his eyes again and purposely play dead just to get them all worried again. It was the smile creeping up onto his face that eventually gave him away… 😏

He likes to play with kid!MC and Beel but he's not going to let it get in the way of his nap schedule or anything. When they play "Knights" he gets to take the role of the world's laziest dragon… Rawr.

Kid!MC will only settle down for naptime if Belphie joins too since he'll read them a book like he used to do with Lilith.

Satan's usually the go-to guy for storytime, but Belphie's a close second (largely because he just imitates what he remembers Lucifer doing for him, voices and all 🤭).

He deals with their myriad of questions by just making shit up and pretending he knows what he's talking about. It's around the time that he told them that little men live inside the freezer and shave ice cubes to keep things cold that Lucifer started getting on his case about it… Killjoy. 🙄

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios

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jovnie · 3 years ago

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Artificial Intelligence | Namjoon

Summary

Namjoon after wondering the internet, came across a website Ad for a personalized A.I made for him and only for his viewing pleasure.

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Cyber namjoon au! College namjoon! A.i reader!

Warnings: smut, masturbation, virtual reality, moaning and heavily, medium amount of plot, kind of vanilla, riding, dirty talk, muscular joon. Oral (f), heavy whining, begging, dom joon, verbal joon.

With his eyes glued tiredly to the computer, his hand moved the curser to press play. This was his third year in college, being who knew what at the end. After years of tiredness from research papers to fieldwork, being a chemistry major wasn’t paying off one bit. Not his student debt either. Yawning, his arms stretched up and then out before returning them back to the slightly chipped computer to type the URL in.

With each little tap and click, he answered the questions before being brought back to the previous page. Groaning in utter frustration, he closed his computer and put his head on the computer before meantly screaming. He was half way through the questions and it took him out and how knows if he had 200+ more to do. Sighing, he lifted his head uttering, “at least its not the actual test”

With slight relief, he lifted the mac screen and saw he exited everything on accident. Giving up, he searched for a virtual teacher. With no luck, he stumbled across and Ad for an A.I. with an obvious lack of how the cyber world was or knowledge on A.I, he opened a new tab. With searching the key word. ‘A.I’ a small little text box appeared.

A.I ( Artificial Intelligence )

is an intelligence demonstrated by machines, as opposed to the natural intelligence displayed by humans or animals

After looking up the word and its definition, he thought he had a solid idea of what it was. Therefore he exited the tab and searched the subject and then Ai. After doing so he scrolled and clicked what he assumed to be a cite and looked at what it had to offer.

“This is neat. Ah, Let’s see where this goes! Maybe if I do this I can study with a human, I think?” He spoke aloud, looking at the options. Waking up a bit from the sudden excitement, he stretched his body and looked around for a notepad and pen. While doing so, a pop up appeared.

Stacy is single and is 65 miles away from you, wanna interact

Once namjoon returned, he saw the women and clicked off. He figured this wasn’t an appropriate or free ran website. Itching the back of his head, he continued until another pop up this time an ad appeared.

Create your own human A.I with unlimited uses here

Curiously he clicked the ad and saw you had to buy it, immediately he got up from his desk. Legs numb a bit from the lack of moment, he grabbed his wallet and took out his student card. Shopping he looked at the computer than a card. “Yeah no,” he laughed to himself, knowing he could catch a case he didn’t want so he grabbed his credit card before swiveling the chair to sit down. After blindly trusting the site, he was taken to the tutorial and saw a fully naked man on the screen. In shock, he shut the computer down to realize it wasn’t that A. I he needed. Sighing, he flipped the top back up and immediately felt hopeless with the exam. Seeing there’s a female version, he looked around to make sure none on the body was there. He knew he had the room to himself, but it’s still worth it. You never knew, who could be watching.

From there he closed his blinds, turned off the lights, and got back to the computer. He started to create your body down to the smallest detail. He had time as his classes for the week were canceled for finals and other school-related activities like college tours etc.

“Finally, you’re done and now we give you a name!” he smirked softly, rubbing his palm over his jeans on accident. With a few glances and searches, he named you y/n. Smiling, he pressed continue and saw there was an outfit room and spent a few more moments picking something cute, casual and sexy for your body frame. After that was done, he pressed continue. Suddenly there was timer and another pop up.

TIME REMAINING: 23hours 59mins and 23seconds

Thank you for ordering “Y/n” the A.I, everything is processing as you read. While you wait, please pick from the available voices and chose which one suits your needs “Namjoon!”

He had no clue what to expect, but it was worth the wait. Meanwhile, he spent an hour going through the types of voices he wanted you to have, till he could find your voice a perfect match for his needs. After pressing finish, he plugged his computer in and left his computer on as he got out of the chair and brought himself to his bed to sleep. Thankfully, he took a shower hours ago and was already more steps to sleeping than ever. Soon after, his head laid softly on the white pillow and his eyes began to close asleep.

The next day, around 5minuets, until it was time to see what he had gotten himself into. He moved his viewing location to his bed as it was simply more comfortable. Beforehand, he ate and cleaned out items he thought might me helpful with what he thought he’d get into in any minute now. While waiting with pain, he watched the minutes drop one by one until it was less than a minute and he grabbed his seanna drift, a virtual reality set made for his computer and recommended from an email sent to him earlier. He figured it came with more than just the yearly plan he paid for.

As his wallet cried, he read the direction of the screen ok how to connect the device to the website and began following the video instructions. As they told him where to find things and hook it up, he saw that it needed to charge and groaned loudly in annoyance. So he spent that saddened hour, cleaning his room till he saw green and followed the instructions once again.

“Okay ready!” he said, as the Vr headset and earbuds sat softly on his head. With wow and o’s he saw you in this basic room with the lights off and sudden shoe-making noises. Turning his head, he saw you turn on the lights and sat on the bed in front of him. Looking around he took note of his virtual surroundings before grabbing his flashlight and pouring lube he had trouble finding on the table and poor it inside the toy.

Waiting for you to make a move, he got up and placed his computer on the bedside table, and laid on his back. As shirtless and gray sweatpants he was, he still felt clothed. In that moment he took off his sweats, leaving his boxers on he noticed the screen changed onto the bed and it spoked him slowly. With you laying on his chest, he grabbed a free pillow and hugged it as if you were there.

“You feel warm” you chuckled, as namjoon blushed in the shock.

“Thanks, I guess you can see and hear me?” He asked, rubbing you “the pillow softly”

“I can, my system works like an actual person” you mentioned look g him in the eyes. Confused, he hummed in agreement. Whining, he was very pleased with how human you were and a bit concerned as well. He was amused and amazed at how advanced society had become.

After small talk, he warmed up to your very realistic body, voice and actions. Not to mention his hands moving slowly up and down his length as he watched you shower and how cute you looked when you did. Moving a bit faster, you looked and the system told you he was jerking off.

In a surprise you turned around and looked at him, covering your body. With him in tune with idea, he smirked. “what’s wrong baby? You don’t like when I view your body like this?” He asked, grinding his hips against the pillow.

“Well, um I do. Its just new to me okay” your system lies, as it registered grunts from namjoon.

“Well can you turn around for me?” He adds, taking his toy and liking it up to his actual length. Nodding, you turned around and bent over. As namjoon said his movements as listed in the tutorial earlier, you opened your legs as if he was spreading them for you. Holding onto the wall, he said more commands, and eventually, it looked like he was fucking you and it caused an involuntary grunt from his mouth.

“Fuck!” He cursed, sliding the toy up and down in a slow pace as he watched how his camera was moving. Looking at you he got up from a lying position, to his knees and moved the pillow into a u shape and placed his toy so it could feel more real to him.

Hearing your soft moans and a good view of your ass, he began to thrust faster into the toy, holding the pillow down as if he was your back and began moaning curse words. Luckley his head gear caught that and made your moans shift to match his rhythm.

“Ah! Ah! Please don’t stop!” You moaned, griping the shower walls looking back as his eyes wondered your body and all heard from him were grunts. Keeping your ask, he tried pacing himself so he wouldn’t cum too soon as the feeling was slowly building the more he got more into it.

“God! Fuck” he cursed again, as his head went back imaging you bounce back on him. Moving the toy to the desired speed, he kept going closing his eyes and listening to your moans as he reached his end. Jerking forward once more, his cock twitched as his cum spilled inside the toy. After coming down from the slight high, he looked at you who was hard breathing, body slightly shaking and a stream of cum laced your ass with grace.

After today’s use of the A.I he unplugged the device and let it charge. Shortly after, he exited the screen you were on and went to take a shower. Reflecting and thinking how could he make this experience even better and with that thought, he googled the company and saw they made Bluetooth connected toys. Browsing he found a torso toy and paid the extra $15 for the next day delivery. Smiling, he closed his computer and went to beg shortly after.

The next night, he had the box that contained the sex toy. He took it out and realized he picked the right color and body for you. As he read the directions he plugged it to charge and went to do some light reading verire coming back. Seeing the full bars on the side of the torso toy, he grabbed his headset and plugged everything in and made sure the section was secured.

You have connected toy 1251819, your system will now function off of movements from the toy and vr audio. Please speak select the place you wish to be in

After reading namjoon said “library” soon after, you showed up in the same outfit as he picked, sitting in the chair.

“Oh hi namjoon! What are you doing here?” You asked, smiling and putting the book down?

“Well I’m light studying for our test, mind if I join you?* he tells, as the vr moves his view next to you. While he looks around in his vr set, he notices your in a secluded area. As his hands move around the half thigh it registers and you blush slight.

"Sorry” he apologized, looking you up and down. As you told him it was okay, the screen of consent popped up and he knew it was okay to touch you. In that moment, he got on his knees again this time with a body like toy underneath. He instructed you to strip and as he watched you take off your clothes he rubbed his length in his bare hands.

“Good girl now gets on your back for me on the table,” he praised, watching you as your legs reminded closed. Opening them on the toy, you followed. He rubbed his hands around your thigh and rubbed around your lips till he found your clit and gently rubbed you in circles as you began moaning for him.

“You want me to stop?” He smirked, nodding no he stopped.

“Then tell me what you want” he adds, rubbing and teasing the area slowly. After explaining that you want him badly and would do anything, he removed his hand and rubbed his tip around your entrance.

“Please, please namjoon. I want it badly. You felt so good the last time” you told whining softly.

“Oh, you liked that?” He smirked chuckling softly under his breath. Nodding, he lubed you up hearing you moan to his touched, and soon began softly thrusting into you. Griping your shoulder softly, he stuped down your breast. As he began sucking on them soft, he moved in deeper feeling the toy clench on him. Surprised he jerked forward and went faster. It really felt similar to phaycal and actual human body. He continued thrusting, leaning over the you and the sting harder as grunts and your moaning filled his ear.

“S-so big namjoon, it feels-” you interrupted with a moan and he groaned feeling the toys warmness and the wetness of the amount of lube in you.

“Mm keep talking baby, tell me how good it feels!” He demanded, groaning and curing as he went harder. After a few words, his body started going faster as it started to feel too good on him. He told you to just moan and take him as he began chasing his high, which was beyond what he knew. As you moaned his name and reacted to his length and speed, namjoons grunts turned into soft whines and moans as he enjoyed himself with you.

“Oh you feel so good baby” he breathed out heavily. “Ah don’t stop cumming for me” he added, as the system didn’t stop cumming on him causing namjoon to thrust harder as the machine started releasing water already put in the toy on him. Feeling even more organic, he rubbed your clit getting you to choke on your moan as he went harder. Groaning deep and now at an animalistic speed the bed started speaking and his body kept going as he became more vocal with the feeling.

“OH GOD IN CUMMING!” he announced yelling, cumming so hard he started feeling sick and breathing so deep it made the feeling even more unbearable. Coming once more, he fell on top of the toy and laid there till he was able to come down from his high and plug his stuff back up. Looking he saw that not only did his toy break, but his computer was also malfunction with errors on the screen.

With not a lot of energy, he closed his computer and sat the now broken toy beside him as he breathed heavily. Not to mentioned the multiple knocks at his door, he assumed where from one of his neighbors.

“Just his luck” he whispered as he softly passed out sleep.

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polychaeteworm · 11 months ago

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I'm not trying to reopen this, as I've blocked the person in question. I just know a lot of people who follow me but not Saira know the person claiming he's vague posting about them and I want y'all to see that Saira isn't talking about that person, since as far as I know, they haven't admitted that they were mistaken. If they did I would be silent right now. I will delete this post if someone informs me that they have. I'm just bothered when I see lies being traded around behind the back of the alter I look after, my friend and lover who has tried so fucking hard to even be able to speak.

After investigating, yeah, the mistaken person made a post with the word "embarrassing" in the cripplepunk tag in a similar time period to when Saira made the vague post about a coworker.

Sorry! Whoops. But also like why am I apologizing for a coincidence?

I think I remember seeing the post in question in passing but we didn't even see the tags on it. It is indeed kind of embarrassing to talk about ventilators to someone on one. My(and Saira's) actual opinion on how that completely separate argument was handled isn't even important because our shared human body is not on a vent. (And tbh I feel like that's the post in question? It's just genuinely not what Saira was griping about so I really don't know.) They really didn't say anything comparable beyond the word "embarrassing".

I'm not screen capping what Saira was talking about because it's long gone now, I'm not digging through the blog of someone I've long blocked, nor do I remember the exact wording/spelling of the tag to search it, but the tag Saira is actually talking about said something like "#having this poor of a reading comprehension must be sooo embarrassing" it was someone we knew IRL who claimed to be for disability rights. He's allowed to be upset about that kind of thing in a tag where people vent, sometimes angrily, about ableism? I thought? (Really sincerely wondering where the "cripples don't have to be nice, don't tone police people" folks are rn)

This other person whom I am not following nor are they following me, popped out of nowhere like 'i wasn't talking about reading comprehension".

Ok. So maybe that's prime evidence that Saira isn't talking about you? Why make an assumption about a stranger without asking first? I'm unsure how polite he needs to be to a stranger making an assumption and a false accusation about him when this is literally a flavor of trauma he's been through and you came out of nowhere.

Like confrontation from strangers bothers him a great deal and surprisingly he was actually more polite than he usually would be. You can see his comments on this post. No name calling, just a little frustration and "please leave me alone" .

This is someone in therapy working on the right way to express emotions. Maybe he was clumsy, but he was far from mean. He mentions he's a traumatized alter to say "I'm trying, I barely believe I exist" I'm still teaching him that people see that as an excuse. He doesn't really know how to say "I feel harassed" or "I don't understand" or "your assumption is triggering me" but it's a process.

I woke up ready to do damage control and apologize yesterday but I was busy trying to find a job for my chronically ill body, and now after having a look I'm not sure that I even need to or should say sorry to this person??(Genuine apologetic confusion)

I'm just blocking because I don't think this person is worth spending the spoons to interact with.

Talking to them will possibly just upset Saira more and I am more concerned about not doing anything to destabilize him during our job search.

if you aren't mutual with me then I ask, kindly, respectfully, please dont interact with this post. It is untagged and purely only so my own followers know what happened if they also know this person. Also if you do know who I'm talking about, please do not bother them about this, I'm sure they also have bigger issues and they would like to move on too.

I love you all have a great day sorry if we did anything at all to offend anyone.

Unfollowed another person who thinks it's just fucking chill to call people not fully communicating their point "embarrassing" in the tags.

#sorry this is long #im hyperverbal and that includes text

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sirthisisa-wendys · 4 years ago

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The General (part 5): Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader

synopsis: a negotiation goes bad, you learn a lesson from a rake, and you receive a long awaited reward.

wc: 1.9k

tw: none!

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It had been a month since you were abducted and taken off to be the property of General Geto Suguru, the Curse-Eater. And it had taken the Imperial Court that entire month before they sent an emissary to negotiate with him.

When the emissary’s impending arrival had been announced, Nanami - with his blonde hair and piercing gaze - pulled you aside, mumbling:

“You’re going to see a different side of Geto when the emissary arrives. Don’t be alarmed by his facade, no matter what he does. He has a reputation to uphold.”

And that’s exactly what you’re preparing to see as Kaori bathes you and fashions your hair so it’s pulled back and out of your face. In the short month together, you’ve gotten only marginally closer to the General, his feather light touches and sweet words staying consistent over time. He protected you when necessary, which included during your appearances at the dinner table where he would be committed to feeding you from his hands still.

The joke had run its course, despite the occasional appearance of Yuji, who still tried to feed you the odd pieces of fruit or meat when he could. The only consequence he ever received was a slight scolding from Nanami, whereupon he would cry and then be hushed almost immediately by Haibara. Nanami and Haibara had also gotten closer to you than you expected. Nanami turned out to be helpful and rational, and Haibara was always positive, bringing the sunlight with him even when it was thundering and storming outside because, as he put it, “there was always something to be excited about”.

“Where are Haibara and Nanami from?” you wonder, and Kaori hums in thought.

“Many of us come from conquered towns where Master Geto overcame Imperial rule. But Nanami and Haibara have always been with him, even in his early days…”

“And where did the General come from?”

“You don’t know the story? I assumed everyone knew his origins. I thought he’d tell you, especially.”

“No, all we are told is that he’s ruthless, eats curses, and loves to burn villages down to the ground. He hasn’t mentioned his mother or even if he has any siblings.” Kaori laughs at your admission, and dips her hands into the soapy hot water before drying them on the towel.

“He was born in the city of Saighara, which is not too far from the southern border. He’s either conquered every city from there on up to this location, or he’s annihilated them.”

“What about your village?” you inquire, and Kaori’s eyes lower to her hands, holding a soap bar.

“I… I don’t know. I was given to Master Geto as part of a peace offering, but we were sent away before he had decided what to do. Neither Nanami nor Haibara know what happened that day, either.” For a moment, you feel immense pity for the woman. She didn’t know if her family was dead or alive, and no one that she was close to could help.

“Have you tried to ask Gojo?” At the mention of the second-in-command’s name, Kaori fumbles with the soap and drops it into the water. Her cheeks are flushed red, and you wonder for a moment if she has a crush on the white-haired devil, or if the mention of his name brought up a memory she would rather not express.

“I-I’ve never spoken to him in a familiar way,” she begins. “Besides, he’s Master Geto’s half-brother. If I were to question him about my village’s fate, he might report me. I would rather not know and imagine the best.” You agree with her silently, moving to stand from the bathtub. “In any case, I’ve picked out the best kimono I could find for you. If you don’t like it, please let me know and I’ll make sure I retrieve a new one.”

You run your hands over the peach-colored silk and then turn back to Kaori, eyes alight. “This is incredibly beautiful.”

“Isn’t it? It has been stowed away for many years - even before I arrived - but I do believe this will be a flattering color and shape on you for your meeting with the emissary.”

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When you arrive at the meeting area - which is just the dining hall rearranged so Geto is at the head of the table and not on the far left corner - Nanami places a hand on your back, guiding you to your seat right beside Geto’s.

“Remain stoic, no matter what either of them say. This isn’t really about you or him - this is about how the Imperial Court wants to appear to an enemy that has something they desperately need.”

“Desperately? Could they not find another match for the princes?”

“Not quite,” Nanami begins, sliding out your chair. “You were not promised to a specific prince, but--” Haibara bursts into the room, followed closely by Geto, who is fussing with his robes incessantly. Forgetting Nanami instantly, you stand from your seat at the sight of his frustrated expression and hold out your hands for the thing that’s causing him so much stress.

“It’s not right.” Geto sighs and hands you the sash to hang on his left shoulder and down to his right hip, and wordlessly, you rise on your tiptoes to drape it over his head and place it under his other arm. His unruly hair is all over the place, and you consider for a moment if you should ask if he wants it braided.

“My hair,” Geto gripes just as you finish your thought, and you spin him around to work your magic.

“Haibara, could you find a ribbon for me?” you ask, leaning over to catch the young man’s gaze.

“Certainly,” he offers, and walks out of the meeting room purposefully, his own robes flowing behind him in the wind. Nanami takes his place in a corner of the room while you briad swiftly, hoping the emissary wouldn’t find you doing something so familiar with the person who is supposed to be your captor. When you finish the braid, you hold the ends between your fingers, and Geto looks over his shoulder at you as if he is finally seeing you for the first time.

You catch his eyes and smile up at him, hoping that he would say something about your appearance - anything at all - but Haibara reenters, holding a red ribbon in his hand.

“Straight from little Nobara’s hair as a gift to you, Lady y/n.” Haibara knees on the ground dramatically and you laugh, plucking the ribbon out of his fingers.

“Tell Nobara that she is too kind. Master Geto thanks her for her service,” you chuckle, and deftly wrap the material around the end of his hair before stepping back to examine your work. Geto’s shoulders slide down a little, and he takes a deep breath before moving around you to sit in his high backed chair, hands resting on the carved wooden dragon heads on each arm. You also take your seat beside him, and Haibara moves to push you in as Gojo parades inside the hall, waving his hands about as if he were dancing.

“Emissary Noritoshi, I present you to General Geto Suguru and Lady y/n,” he waves in a younger man with short black hair and closed eyes, the absolute picture of what you imagined an emissary would be like. He enters with a calm demeanor, looking around the room curiously before acknowledging the both of you, bowing slowly when he stops in front of the table.

“Please, have a seat,” Geto offers, holding his left hand out and motioning to the chair directly across the table.

“Thank you,” Noritoshi murmurs, sitting easily. “I see you’ve invited the woman in question to our meeting. Would it not be better for her to be with her own kind while we discuss the matter at hand?”

“As far as I’m concerned,” Geto laces his fingers together in his lap, a sign of restraint; the emissary had already managed to get on his nerves. “This entire conversation would not be taking place without her. So, Lady y/n stays as long as she wants to.” The emissary shrugs his shoulders, shaking his head.

“Then let’s get straight to the point, shall we?” From his robes, Nortitoshi produces a hefty bag of coins and tosses it on the table with a dull thump. “The Emperor is willing to pay her weight in gold if you hand her over to us today.” Geto scoffs, looking over his shoulder at Nanami.

“I assume that the Emperor does not know how much she weighs, then.” Nanami lets out a rare laugh and you almost do as well, except you remember his advice:

“Remain stoic, no matter what either of them say.”

“This is merely a fraction of what he will send over if-” Geto cuts the man off with a hand, his shoulders shaking with mirth.

“Have you seen the size of my camp, Emissary? How do you think I feed all of these men, women, and children? How do you suppose I have well-fed, well-paid servants and maids to attend to my - and her - every whim and need? The only things that separate me from the Emperor’s other sons are a crown and a palace. That’s all.”

“The Emperor is also willing to add two bed-slaves for you, should that be the reason why you’re holding onto this common girl so tightly.”

“Bed-slaves?” You watch Gojo lean against the table and bow over with silent laughter, his long white hair cascading over the black haori, shaking his head at the audacity of the offer.

“Then, what do you want?” Noritoshi asks calmly, folding his hands together on the table in front of him.

“I want my honor back. My crown. My rightful place as heir to the Imperial Court.”

“General, you know that all of that is not your birthright,” the man states simply. Geto raises a brow, then leans over to you, brushing his lips against your ear.

“You see how my own father treats me? Even from thousands of miles away, he refuses to give me what is mine.” The effect of his whisper - which is heard by all who are present - isn’t to startle you. It’s to startle Noritoshi, who turns to you in shock. Had the emissary expected you to play along with the role of the woman who pleaded to be set free? Or had he entirely missed the way Geto’s right hand had been placed on your thigh when he walked in?

You don’t make a sound, though, opting to face Geto head on and raise a brow, too. When you both turn your heads to face the young man at the same time, Noritoshi is obviously flustered and unable to form a coherent sentence.

“General, I- I would advise that y-you--”

“I already have several advisors; I don’t need another. I think…” Geto places his hand on your thigh again, this time, the motion catching the eye of the man across from you. “I think this meeting has run its course. Gojo, will you make sure that Emissary Noritoshi makes it safely out of our camp?” Gojo stands and nods eagerly, leading a shocked and slightly embarrassed emissary out of the meeting hall. After they leave, Geto slides a hand over his face and sighs.

“So, what happens next?” you wonder aloud, and he opens an eye.

“Now? We move camp further North.”

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yoonpobs · 4 years ago

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to the touch | pjm

pairing: park jimin x oc (ft. brother yoongi)

genre: mutual pining, fluff, cute crushes, brothers best friend

warnings: JIMIN that's it

words: 5, 216

summary: he's back

“You’re … you’re here?” You squeak and it’s not one of your best moments even if you were sure Yoongi would argue otherwise and that you rarely had average moments, to begin with. But there was something about spontaneity and surprise that threw you off in the worst way possible and made your brain short-circuit to the point where you’re unable to throw coherent thoughts together. And this was definitely a surprise, one that you’d never expected to happen because—

“I am,” Jimin says curtly, tossing you a firm nod of his head when he pushes you aside and steps into your apartment like he’s been year a thousand times. But in reality, it’s his first time standing at your doorstep, first time knocking on your door, and definitely the first step he’s ever had the chance to get a glimpse of how your living room looks like.

You’re still gaping at the entrance with the door open and you’re sure if any of your neighbors were to step out of their homes, they’d just see a lone girl outside that looked a little too unnerved to bother. When you snap out of it and turn your body to face your visitor, he’s already made himself comfortable on your couch and it’s hard to piece together the fact that Jimin was quite in fact in your living room, and lounging on your couch, staring at your television like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“W-What—how?” You croak because there are about ten million different thoughts running through your head but the most pressing one is how Jimin looked … different.

A good difference, for sure. He’s always been handsome and unreasonably so. Especially with the way that he’s dyed his hair back to black and the gentle fluff of how it lays atop his head. You note that he still kept his style despite him going MIA for three years and wore slacks that shaped his legs (and butt) beautifully with a casual shirt tucked into the waistband of his pants. It was unfair how effortlessly good-looking he was on a spontaneous occasion while you looked anything but, especially with your sweats and old tank top.

But Jimin had always been a little hard to read. Terrifying and brassy all at once but never obstructive—although you’d argue that his presence was the obstruction as it is of how distracted you feel whenever he was around you years ago. It’s like you never learned how to accommodate his presence because he happened to fill every space with just his body even if he wasn’t that tall.

“I thought I’d pay a visit. Your brother gave me your address.” He says, finally turning his head to face you, and its still blank like every expression you remember made towards you. You expected nothing more or nothing less than the way he stares you over and makes you feel like the outsider in your own home.

“Yoongi …” You grit, cursing your brother mentally and hoping he’d make use of that stupid sibling telepathy power he claims he has to receive your gripe.

You clear your throat as you awkwardly shuffle closer towards the couch and hover awkwardly by the arm of the sofa to keep your distance. It’s been years and it’s still a little unfamiliar to see Jimin right in front of you, and not someone you kept at the back of your mind.

“You could’ve called …” You say softly while fiddling with your thumbs. Jimin just raises an eyebrow at you and you feel stupid for saying that already.

Some things don’t change and it’s proven when your heart still beats the same when he’s around you. You cursed at yourself for being weak-willed because you thought time would help you get over your silly crush on Jimin but you also long acknowledged the fact that it wasn’t just a crush. It was more.

You hated falling for the cliches of crushing on your brother’s best friend, especially one that was just emotionally reserved and detached ninety percent of the time. The only conversations you remember having with Jimin were the ones that you were blushing at him when he looked at you a little longer than usual, or when he drove you to and from school when Yoongi left for university.

But then he disappeared, without saying goodbye and you only found out from his parents that he got into a dance program abroad and packed his things and left. Obviously, twenty-year-old you was devastated because you somehow convinced yourself that he enjoyed your presence even if he was huffing and puffing every five minutes when you’d fall into a ramble of your own.

He changed his number and he wasn’t a social media person so you had no idea what he was doing or how he was, besides the occasional mention of his name in conversations you had with your brother. It sucked. Majorly. Because you really liked him even if he was cold because you knew that Jimin was a good person. A cold and shitty person wouldn’t pat you on your head before your wisdom teeth extraction and mumble it’s okay if he wasn’t kind.

“The place is nice.” He ignores your statement and glances around your apartment and you feel smaller. You do feel a little relieved that he approved of the place, and you did spend hours browsing through catalogues and going through roommates until you decided that this was perfect. Granted, it was a little pricey but you valued comfort and a decent workplace to really get you motivated.

“Thank you.” You mumble, still shifting on the balls of your feet and Jimin just raises an eyebrow at your impersonal stance. You know he wouldn’t point it out because he wasn’t that kind of guy, but his face often spoke for him so you swallowed all the concerns you had and took a seat at the edge of the sofa, as far away from him as possible.

“Do you live alone?” He asks. You’re about to respond but he doesn’t let you.

“It’s dangerous if you do. Do you really just answer the door for anyone without checking who it is? You’ll get yourself into some serious trouble if you aren’t careful.” He chides you.

You want to scoff at him because you were an adult and you’ve learnt a few things along the road to adulthood. Jimin was always a little on edge most of the time and you knew he was just bad at expressing his emotions so you never faulted him for it. But now, you were a little older and not as naive—but unfortunately still very much into him.

“God Jimin, it’s fine—”

The door opens and both your heads immediately turn to the source, and Jimin is sharp with his movements and you try to not allow your heart to flutter when he tugs you closer to him and hides your body with his own as if he thought it was an intruder. But you knew better, so you knew it was—

“Tae. You’re back early.” You greet your roommate who only eyes the man on the couch who has you situated behind him like he was your personal shield. His bag is tugged over his shoulder and you see a few of his art supplies threatening to fall out so you hop off the couch to help him with his belongings, and Jimin’s gaze just burns harder onto the back of your skull.

When you’re close enough, Taehyung leans in and gives a brief glance over at Jimin who is still piercing him with a fierce gaze.

“Why is your booty call staring at me like I’ve murdered ten kittens?” Taehyung whisper yells and you glare at him, pinching his hip because just because he thought he was being quiet didn’t mean that he could easily get rid of his naturally loud voice.

“That is not my booty call!” You respond equally as agitated, “That’s … Jimin.”

Taehyung’s eyes bulge out of his socket when he looks over your shoulder once more to still see Jimin glaring at the two of you.

“Why is he so fucking scary? You said he was nice!” Taehyung hisses.

“He is nice!” You weakly defend, “He’s just … scary looking?”

You know it doesn’t convince Taehyung because he’s sighing and dropping his belongings to the floor, offering Jimin as sincere of a smile as he can muster even though you’re fully aware that he’s terrified of the man on your living room couch.

“Hi! I didn’t know _____ was having guests over. I’m Taehyung.” He smiles brightly at said guest but Jimin just blinks at his cordiality and then looks over to you.

“Is he your boyfriend?” The question throws you off guard and you can tell that Taehyung even more terrified when Jimin completely ignores his presence even though he was the tallest person in the room.

You splutter for a response even if the answer to that was obvious. But Jimin had a shitty way of interrogating people, even if it probably would work in legal settings because he was just terrifying enough for you to stumble over your words and make you look guiltier than you were.

“Unfortunately not.” Taehyung thinks he’s saving you when he lightly jokes with Jimin. And you want to facepalm because Jimin was aloof and impartial to everything, and had horrible skills of reading the room because you were sure that Jimin thought that Taehyung wanted to get in your pants.

“Tae, would you excuse us for a second?” You smile stiffly at Taehyung who is quick to oblige as he darts into his room.

Jimin now has his arms folded across his chest in a manner that makes him look more hostile, but you knew him well enough that you suppose he just had a lot of questions.

“Did you really have to be like that?” You ask irritably as Jimin scoffs at you.

“Please, do enlighten me. All I did was ask you a simple question, which you couldn’t even answer. What was that about?” Jimin responds equally as displeased but you had so many questions and you didn’t need to deal with his mini tantrum right now, especially between the walls of your own home.

“Don’t turn this on me! You turned up to my house unannounced after three years of no contact and you expect me to bend at your will? What do you take me for? A puppet?” You retaliate with petulancy and you can tell Jimin is slowly getting more annoyed by the second but won’t blow up just yet. Or probably because you had another person in the house.

“Am I not allowed to visit?” Jimin raises an eyebrow.

You scoff at his audacity because Jimin was seriously so bad at reading emotions. You weren’t even sure why you liked him but your heart never made reasonable decisions for you.

“We haven’t spoken in years, Jimin!” You throw your hands in the air, “I didn’t even know where you were or what you were doing because you disappeared like you were running away from a crime!”

“Did I need to update you on my whereabouts?” You know his question is genuine even though it was posed a little rough and you want to pull at your hair because obviously, you wanted to know! Jimin was the person you spent the most time with, outside of school, and one day he wasn’t anymore.

“Of course! I thought we were—I thought … why did you just disappear?” For some reason, it was hard to say that you and Jimin were friends either because the only reason why he’d ever tolerate you in the first place was that he was a good friend to Yoongi and you were just someone that came with it by association. He never outwardly said that he hated spending time with you but he never said he enjoyed it either.

Jimin raises an eyebrow and stands up, and you notice that he still towers over you. He walks towards you slowly, and you feel all the hotter under his intense scrutiny that you just want to retreat to your bedroom and forget this ever happened.

“You don’t need to know.” He says and you feel yourself deflate, “I wanted to visit because your brother’s worried about you.”

The confession just annoys you because you knew to a certain extent that Jimin wouldn’t be here from … wherever he was … if it was only for your brother. He had to give a shit somewhere deep down in him enough to make an effort to get your address from your brother, then turn up on your doorstep unannounced with his usual impassioned stare.

“Oh fuck off, will you? I’m not a little girl anymore. I can take care of myself.” You bite back.

Jimin shoots you an unimpressed stare at your snappishness and he won't lie and say that he was pleasantly surprised to see you after a long time. You were always pretty, in an unconventional way, he supposes. You never made an effort to look nice but just did with the way you approached life, even when you were younger. But now that you were standing in front of him with a bite that you didn't have when he left, he's intrigued.

"You weren't so rude before I left." He smirks at you.

His gaze also makes you burn and you avoid his eyes when it searches for yours. You hate that his tone makes you feel funny and that you wanted him to be a little mean.

"Yeah, well—that's what happens when you don't see someone after three years with no contact or notice. They change. They get a little annoyed because someone is just too emotionally constipated to ever make any effort to keep in touch." You narrow your eyes at him.

"Why are you throwing a hissy fit? Needed me to keep you company?" He prompts.

You flush but still glare at him.

"Whatever, Jimin. I just would've appreciated it if you called. Or at least have done something to let me know that you were alive." You mutter.

Somehow, he's managed to cage you in with his body against the back of the sofa, and your breath hitches when you feel his broad chest pressed on yours. You didn't realise it happened until he places his arms by your side, effectively leaving you with no room to leave. You gulp because this is the closest you've ever been to Jimin and you feel dizzy. He smells fresh like laundry and flowers. It's a huge juxtaposition to his demeanour, but he smells good and you want to nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck.

"Why would I? You're Yoongi's sister. Not my girlfriend." He smirks.

You huff and roll your eyes. The reminder stings a little and you know he's baiting you.

"So? Were we not at least friends?" You snap.

He wants to laugh because you're obviously annoyed at the casual way he referred to you as Yoongi's little sister. You're frowning but attempting to pretend that it didn't bother you.

Jimin would be lying if he said he was never interested. Because he was, undoubtedly so. But back then when you were still navigating your way at the beginning of adulthood with Yoongi constantly breathing down his neck, he would have never done anything to compromise his friendship with your brother; or lead you on. But now you were standing in front of him, soft and sweet with a little edge to you that draws him in.

"Do you usually have crushes on your friends?" He pushes.

Your eyes widen and snap up to look at his teasing expression. His smirk is apparent against the rest of his face and you feel absolutely mortified that he's so close to you when he called you out.

"W-What? A crush? I didn't have a crush on you!" You rebuff him with a stuttery voice and you weakly try to push him away.

But he locks you in position with his hands around your wrist as he leans down and crowds you further with his presence.

"You didn't?" He feigns hurt, then he pulls away abruptly and you're immediately chasing his warmth, "Shame. I would've liked that a lot."

You gape at him when he shuffles away, putting some distance between the two of you as he dusts his hands on his slacks, giving you a curt smile; one that never reached his eyes but that was still Jimin being friendly.

"Y-You what ...?" You squeak.

Jimin shrugs and walks towards your door and you're half-terrified and half-relieved at the prospect of him leaving. But you're more terrified because you don't know if you'll ever see him again and with your current interaction you don't think you'll ever get over him.

"Usually a cute girl crushing on me would be a huge ego boost ... but you didn't, so ..." He trails off.

You bite your lips as you play with your hands. You know he's teasing you and you didn't know when he's gotten so forward, or good at this game. But you suppose Jimin has always been charming too, even if he was bad at emotions. He was good at playing them. And the way he rakes his eyes over your body only to bite his lip makes you burn in want.

He's about to turn the knob of your door but you reach out to grab his wrist before your mind can tell you it's a bad idea.

"W-What if I ... what if I ..." You mumble, hands wrapped loosely around his wrist as he turns around, leaning against the door the way boys do that was super hot for no reason.

"Speak up, bunny."

The nickname only makes you blush harder because it reminded you of all the times he's ever called you that stupid childhood nickname that somehow followed you up until adulthood. But you had to admit the way that Jimin uses it makes you feel ...warm. Like you want him to call you bunny for whatever reason he does so.

"WhatifIdid ...?" You mutter quickly and softly that Jimin leans in to get a better listen, also prompting you to speak louder.

"Couldn't hear you." He sing-songs.

You grit your teeth and swallow your pride because even after three years, you were soft and pliant for Park Jimin even if he was hot to the touch. You just wanted to please him.

"What if I did?" You say a little louder, braver, with determined eyes, "What if I did have a crush on you?"

He grins at you in Jimin fashion that was still a little reserved but warm because you knew him. You knew that was what he wanted to hear. So, he rests his body against the door and gestures his finger in a come-hither motion to get you to step closer, which you oblige. It should've been offensive that he could summon you so easily, but Jimin was a lot of things but he would never take advantage of your passiveness.

"I don't know. What would you have done if I hadn't left? Play friends? Family maybe?" He teases.

You scrunch your nose at the prospect of playing family with him because you've heard that phrase way too many times. Your parents at one point kept on saying how you had two older brothers instead of one because Jimin was always there, but they were blissfully unaware of your crush and the way you'd frown at the suggestion.

"We would've hung out more ..." You mumble.

Jimin snorts but cocks his head for you to continue.

"What's the point of this?" You huff, shutting your eyes when you can feel his gaze on you.

"You tell me. You were the one with the crush."

You want to correct him and say am the one with the crush, but you bite your tongue.

"You're the one who wants to know." You respond with indignation.

He chuckles, low and deep before he tilts your chin upwards with his index finger.

"You're still a little girl, aren't you ______?" You think it's the first time Jimin has called your name the entire time he's been here and you almost whine with the sultry look he's giving you.

Jimin applauds his self-control because you were a sight to behold. Even if you were in sweats and a tank, with your glasses drooping slightly down your nose and tangled hair, you still were so appealing even if you didn't know. You looked comfortable, homey and it did make Jimin burn with an ugly monster to know that 'Tae' could see you like this daily.

"Am not." You growl, but he only thinks you look like an angry bunny.

"You are. You don't know how to ask for things, hm?" He hums, tracing a finger up your jaw to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

"I so do know how to ask for things that I want. I do it all the time." You retort petulantly like you had a point to prove but Jimin only chuckles darkly.

"Then what do you want right now?"

Jimin's question is expected but it also throws you off-guard.

"R-Right n-now?" You stutter.

He tuts as if he expected your bewildered and shocked expression.

"When else but now, bunny?" He whispers as his gaze has you locked in a trance when your eyes dart to his lips when he drags his tongue over it. You're entrapped in him because his mouth suddenly looked really inviting.

"I really wanna ..." You mumble, ears flushing a pretty shade of red and you lean into Jimin's hand when he cradles your cheek gently.

Jimin was capable of being gentle, even though he chose not to. But he never was, though there was something about you that made his territorial, made him want to fight. He didn't know when he started feeling this way but he supposed it was a flurry of emotions and the accumulation of the times he's spent with you throughout the years. Three years didn't do him justice and only made him think of you more. He knew he was hard to read, and frankly even harder to understand. Jimin also knew that you were fully aware of this fact. But that didn't deter you in trying to get to know him, to prick yourself against all his edges that were harder to accept.

You were sweet and naive, a type of person that Jimin would usually scoff at. But your one-dimensional and idealistic view of the world was fresh to him, even if that meant you were living in your head most of the time. It never took away from the fact that you were kind and understanding. The type of person that cracked all of Jimin's harshness made him want to try.

But it didn't mean he wasn't going to have his fun. He liked seeing you like this, gentle and warm, close to him as you look at him with a hazy expression.

"Wanna do what?" He prods, reaching his hand to the back of your hair to tug your face closer to his, but maintaining enough distance to prompt you to make the first move.

Jimin would do it. But he wanted to be sure that you wanted this, and not the idea of him. Sure, he was giving you hints and nudging you, but he also was aware of the fact that you'd never say or do anything that you didn't want. You were always clear-cut about this type of thing.

"You know ... that ... thing ..." You mumble, shifting on your feet as he glances down to your face.

You still looked unsure, but you leaned into his hold regardless, and Jimin took that as a good sign. You just need a little push.

"You know I'm not that bright. You need to tell me, bunny." He says gently.

You can't stop the small whimper in the back of your throat at the nickname and it's taking everything in Jimin's willpower to not take you against this wall. He would, but you deserved sweet things and he wanted to try be that for you.

"I ... I wanna ..." You whisper, "Wanna ... kiss you."

You clutch his t-shirt in his hands and when you glance up he's grinning widely as if he's won the lottery.

He nods his head ever so softly, and you take that as a cue to lean in.

When you do kiss him, you already feel your knees buckling because it's like everything you dreamed and more. Jimin was the right amount of assertive and gentle that makes you chase his mouth even if you were pressed up against him. He takes the lead eventually when his hand cups your jaw to angle your mouth deeper into his, and your body flush against his.

You feel like a teenager again having your first kiss, but it may as well be because you've always wondered what it was like to share your first kiss with Jimin back in high school.

"Is that all?" He whispers against your lips, but before you can respond—

"Oh fuck, I'm sorry!" You hear Taehyung squeak and that makes you pull away from Jimin, highly embarrassed to be caught making out with him against your door like a horny teenager.

You want to curse at Taehyung but he's already ducking into the kitchen before you can get any words out.

Jimin doesn't look affected, if anything, he looks pleased. The moment you shared a clear testament of who you belonged to and Jimin loved the fact of people knowing it was him.

When you look at Jimin, you're equally parts flushed from the kiss but giddy too. You give him a shy smile, and Jimin just chuckles lowly at your bashfulness.

"I'll see you around, ______," Jimin smirks at you when he reaches for the doorknob to leave. You follow him out, wanting a little more privacy even if it was in the hallway of your apartment complex.

When Jimin steps out and with you behind him, you swing on your feet as he observes your next actions. You clear your throat, even though you were confused and glad—because that was the closest thing you could get from Jimin that was affection so you'd take it.

"So ... what does this ..." You mumble, before shaking your head.

Jimin raises an eyebrow.

"What did I say about asking for what you want?" He berates you as if he was speaking to a child, but his tone is still curt and a little detached, but very like Jimin. You know that it's him and you like that anyways.

"Don't make me say it ... it's already embarrassing as it is ..." You whine, burying your head into his t-shirt.

Jimin welcomes the sudden closeness and pats you softly on the head. It's a little stiff because he still isn't used to physical affection that wasn't 'intimate', but he did say he would try for you.

"Again: I'm not that bright." He teases.

You roll your eyes, but then bite your lips when you see he's waiting for a response.

"... what does this mean for us?" You ask softly.

Jimin smiles at you and decides to grant you a gentle kiss to your forehead. A kiss that was so domestic and soft that you feel your heart soar.

"Check your phone." Is all he says when he waves you goodbye, as you stare at him dumbly, heart still fluttering and cheeks burning.

When you return back into your home, you lean against your door as you press a hand to your chest to feel the way your heart beats rapidly against it. You feel weak in the knees but so blissful that you let out a squeal into the palm of your hands.

Once you've calmed down, and offered Taehyung a look that said you'll explain later—you rush to check your phone, only to smile at what lies on the screen.

Unknown Number [17:21]: hi bunny

Unknown Number [17:21]: save my contact

Unknown Number [17:21]: make sure that when people see it they'll know you're mine

Unknown Number [17:22]: see you soon

Unknown Number [17:22]: if you're still a little slow ... it's jimin

Unknown Number [17:25]: ❤️

You notice the heart emoji was sent a few minutes after the rest of his texts, which showed you that he may have contemplated whether or not to send it. You feel your heart flutter, as you plop back onto your bed, a wide grin splaying on your face.

extra scene

"I'm sorry ... what?" Yoongi chokes on the piece of meat he just shoved into his mouth as he stares at his best friend in the face as if he'd grown another head. But as usual, he seemed to only attract people that were vastly similar to him, and Jimin's face is unreadable as ever. But Yoongi knows he's serious and not fucking around because he's looking intently at the older boy for a response.

"So?" Jimin says casually, leaning into his seat and Yoongi needs to chug down a glass of water to ensure that the food goes down all the way before he can say anything to the question Jimin just posed him with.

"You want my sister's address ... to ... I'm sorry, correct me if I'm wrong but I had a fall and I may have a concussion so I don't know if I'm hearing things right," Yoongi deadpans but Jimin just rolls his eyes at the older one's dramatics before nodding his head for him to continue.

"You want her address to ... confess to her?" Yoongi says hesitantly and Jimin nods his head as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

But it wasn't. Because as long as Yoongi's known Jimin, he's been all detached and broody, uninterested in everything and everyone. He's never shown the slightest interest in anyone and usually opted for casual hookups than actual relationships so clearly, Yoongi is a little skeptical.

"Are you okay?" Yoongi asks baffled.

Jimin nods, folding his arms across his chest.

"Yes. I went for a medical check-up that day and my doctor said he's never seen results as impeccable as mine." Jimin says blandly.

Yoongi scoffs.

"You're just not ... the dating type, you know? Much less ... with my sister?" It sounds weird to even Yoongi's ears. He grew out of his childish mindset and had no problem with Jimin dating you, but it was still weird to see his best friend showing interest in you.

"I like her. And I respect you. Which is why I came to you before I did anything."

Yoongi gapes at his best friend, who looks much softer than he usually does.

"Wow ... I just ..." Yoongi exhales, "Damn."

Jimin offers a small smile before gesturing to their food.

"At least we can really be brothers now." Yoongi jokes, sliding a piece of paper with your address on it to Jimin.

Jimin smiles fondly at the paper before tucking it into his shirt jacket.

The image of you in white, smiling and looking only at him drives him to see you the next day.

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morganaspendragonss · 3 years ago

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holly's august extravaganza day 4: a friend in me

📍 anon - I don't know but I feel like Carlos and Nancy can have such an awesome best friend dynamic. Maybe something sad/scary regarding Nancy happens where she has to make a report at the precinct and Carlos doesn't tell anyone as she made him promise so he starts to just check on Nancy and they just develop this caring, supportive, beautiful, fun, full of banter friendship to the amusement of TK and the 126.

kept this separate from your original ask because i want to keep those other prompts you sent alongside this one for later 😊

ao3 | 2k | hurt/comfort, brief references to gun violence, mostly just carlos and nancy being besties

Carlos has never seen Nancy look so small.

She’s sitting hunched over in one of the interrogation rooms, shock blanket around her shoulders, hands seemingly moving of their own volition to tear the empty styrofoam cup in front of her to shreds. As soon as Carlos had seen her being escorted into the precinct, shaking like a leaf and clutching her coat like a lifeline, he’d persuaded the officer with her to let him take over the case. His association with the 126 is well known so the officer had been reluctant, but Carlos had managed to wear him down, saying that he doesn’t really know Nancy that well.

And it’s—it’s not exactly a full lie. Through their hangs and TK’s stories, he’s coming to see Nancy as a force of nature, a woman who will let nothing and no-one stand in her way, whether that’s out on the field or during a game of Monopoly. But of her personal life, Carlos knows next to nothing; she mentioned a sister a few weeks ago, and TK delights in teasing her about her growing crush on Marjan, but that’s about it.

He needs to make more of an effort, he decides. When they’re anywhere else but a police station.

Carlos knocks lightly on the door to announce his presence before entering the room, sending her what he hopes is a reassuring smile. Nancy visibly relaxes at the sight of him and she drops the remains of her cup, though Carlos doesn’t miss the continuing tremble to her hands.

“Hey Nancy,” he says, sliding into the seat opposite her. “How are you doing?”

Nancy’s lips twitch, the corners barely curving into the beginnings of a wry smile. She breathes out shakily, meeting Carlos’s eyes for the briefest second before staring back down at the table. “I’m not great,” she answers, and for her to admit to that… Well, Carlos suspects it’s not a regular occurrence.

He nods, reluctantly pulling out his notebook and pen, hesitating before flipping to the next blank page. Nancy tracks his movements, resignation clearly etched all over her features. Carlos glances at the two-way mirror—not that it does him any good—then reaches across the table to take Nancy’s hand.

“We don’t have to do this right now,” he murmurs. “If you need more time, just say the word and I’ll leave. Or if you’d prefer to talk to someone you don’t know, we can do that too. Anything you need.”

The sudden tightness of Nancy’s grip is unexpected, as is the flash of panic in her eyes.

“Please, don’t go,” she whispers. “I don’t—” She cuts herself off, shutting her eyes and breathing slowly for a few seconds. Slowly, her hold on Carlos begins to loosen until her hand is slack in his, then she draws both hands into her lap and straightens in her chair. When her eyes reopen, she seems more like the Nancy Carlos knows—strong, confident, assertive—though there’s still clearly an undercurrent of fear underneath it all.

“I’m fine. Let’s do this.”

Carlos bites back an are you sure and settles for clicking his pen, his smile unwavering. “Can you run me through what happened, exactly?” he asks. “Take your time.”

A second or two passes, then Nancy nods, her voice steady when she speaks. “I was restocking the bus at the end of shift. I was alone; Captain Vega was in her office and TK was with the others in the showers—he did try to help but he’d had to go into a fire on our last call to help a patient and the smell of smoke was giving me a headache, so I told him to go.”

Carlos pauses in his note-taking, mentally filing that last piece of information away for follow-up as soon as he sees his boyfriend again. Judging by the amused quirk to Nancy’s eyebrow, she’s fully aware of where his mind has gone, so Carlos clears his throat and motions for her to continue, forcing his thoughts back to the present.

“Like I said, I was alone. I didn’t mind it; it was kind of relaxing, you know? Then this guy appeared from nowhere and pointed a gun at me, saying if I called out or turned on the siren or anything, he’d shoot. I thought—” She inhales sharply, her knuckles going white on the tabletop and her jaw clenching tightly. Her voice sounds different when she next speaks, more controlled, as though forcing each word out. “I thought it was happening again. I thought he was going to take me somewhere, make me his personal pet paramedic, something like that.

“Turns out, he just wanted drugs. I gave him what we had on the rig and he seemed satisfied, so I figured he’d shoot me anyway ‘cause I’d seen his face, right? He didn’t—obviously—but it looked like he was considering it.” Nancy pauses and flicks her gaze up at Carlos, biting her lip. “I think he might have done it,” she admits quietly, “but he got spooked by one of the guys making noise so he just bolted. I’m not sure how long it was between that and TK coming back and finding me. I’m sorry.”

Carlos shakes his head. “It’s okay. We can check the cameras at the station. With luck, that should get us an ID, maybe a license plate if he drove. I think that’s almost everything; just one more question, if that’s okay. Can you tell me what you gave him exactly?”

Nancy nods. “Morphine, Ativan, tramadol… I’d have to check stocks for the exact amounts.”

“We’ll do that, don’t worry about it.” Carlos taps his pen on the pages before flipping his notebook shut and leaning across the table again. “Are you okay?” he asks softly. “Speaking as a friend and not a cop, if there’s anything you need, anything I can help with, let me know.”

She smiles wanly. “I’m okay. I just want to go home and forget all this ever happened.”

“Fair enough. I’ll walk you out to your car.”

Carlos half-expects her to brush him off, but she just nods and allows him to escort her back through the precinct and out to her car. He dithers awkwardly, shuffling his feet as Nancy turns to him, one hand on the door handle.

“Thank you, Carlos. For real. I have the feeling it wasn't a coincidence that you were the one in that room with me.”

The tips of Carlos’s ears go pink as he finds himself caught out. “That, uh… That would not be inaccurate.”

“Well, thanks.” She pulls open the car door and Carlos takes a step back, wanting to wait until she’s safely away to go back inside. Nancy ducks as if to get in, then pauses and straightens again, biting her lip as she looks back at him.

“Hey, Carlos?” she says. “Can you do me a favour and not tell the others? Not even TK. They— They know vaguely what happened, but I’d prefer it if the details and, uh, some of the other stuff I told you could be kept between us.”

He agrees immediately, just grateful that she trusts him enough to handle this for her. “No-one will know any more than they need to,” he promises, which seems to relieve her. She thanks him again, then gets in the car and drives away, Carlos watching after her with one hand raised in farewell.

It grows from there.

It’s not intentional exactly, but one text to check up on her soon turns into a steady stream of messages, stories and jokes and even the occasional meme passing back and forth between them. Carlos especially appreciated Nancy's carefully curated collection of dirt on TK, which, as a concerned boyfriend, it is his duty to know. Many a conversation has been spent griping about TK's accident prone ways or sighing over his latest mishap.

Lovingly, of course.

Nancy, 15.48: you’ll never guess what happened this time

Carlos, 16.22: ?

In answer, he receives a picture of a dejected-looking TK sprawled on the floor with Buttercup’s front paws squarely resting on his chest. Buttercup’s tongue is lolling out, a wide grin on his face, and in the background stand the rest of the crew. All of them also seem to have their phones pointed towards TK—probably the reason TK looks so down, as Carlos knows his boyfriend couldn’t be upset with Buttercup to save his life.

Nancy, 16.26: he thought he’d try to teach buttercup some tricks. turns out, dog trainers exist for a reason

Carlos has to stifle a laugh—technically, he is supposed to be working—but his attempt at being subtle is thwarted when his phone repeatedly pings with similar texts and photos from Paul, Marjan, and Mateo. He screenshots the sudden influx of notifications and sends it to Nancy before saving every single photo.

Nancy responds with a laughing emoji and a promise to keep him updated.

Not all of their conversations are about TK, naturally.

Carlos, 19.10: I don’t understand why you don’t just talk to her

Nancy, 19.12: i do talk to her. every shift, actually

Carlos, 19.13: Nancy

Nancy, 19.13: carlos

Nancy, 19.14: i don’t even know if she’s into women, alright? it’s not like i can just march up and ask, that’s like waving a banner saying ‘hey, i’m in love with you’ in her face

Carlos, 19.16: Oh, we’re talking about love now, are we?

Nancy, 19.17: can it, reyes

Carlos, 19.20: Noted. Look, take it from someone who’s been navigating gay relationships in Texas his whole life. Sometimes you just have to go for it. Ask her for coffee, test the waters, see where it leads. You never know, it might work out. I mean, look at me

Nancy, 19.24: wow, way to rub your happiness in my face 😑

(Carlos doesn’t find out if she follows his advice, but he does notice her and Marjan showing up to their hangs together)

(Nancy does not appreciate his smugness)

Without even realising, they become a formidable team. This fact is highlighted one game night about three months after the incident, when Nancy and Marjan blow into his and TK’s house, a determined glint in both their eyes.

“We’re switching up the teams,” Marjan declares, much to TK’s outrage.

“What? Why?”

“Because,” Nancy continues, “we’re tired of losing to you guys. You’re like, freakishly good at board games and it’s not fair. Plus, we have to watch you both being all lovey all the time when you’re on the same team and it’s exhausting. We want to see you being competitive for once.”

TK pouts, but Carlos just shrugs when he looks to him for backup. “It’ll be fun,” he says, smiling at Nancy and Marjan. TK still looks put out, so he leans in close and half-murmurs, “C’mon babe. How about a prize for the winner?”

TK perks up considerably at the suggestion, and, going by the twin looks of despair on Nancy and Marjan’s faces, they caught both the comment and the innuendo. Marjan groans and Nancy raises her eyes skyward, as if pleading for divine intervention.

“This was a great idea, actually,” TK says, grinning. He quirks an eyebrow at Nancy. “You and me, Nance?”

That seems to shake Nancy out of her silent prayers for strength. “Uh, no. I’m with Carlos.” To emphasise the point, she strides forward and grabs Carlos’s arm, dragging him to the couch. He nudges her gently when they sit, smirking at the disgruntled way she digs into the snack bowl.

“You did say you wanted to see us being competitive.”

“Shut up.”

In the end, TK ends up paired with Mateo, and Marjan with Paul. It’s clear from the outset who’s going to win—Nancy and Carlos dominate the board, and not even Paul’s master strategy is enough to catch up with them.

They win by a comfortable margin, fist-bumping in celebration. There’s a general air of bemusement in the room, and when Carlos looks round at the others, he finds four pairs of eyes fixed on them.

“What?”

“Since when have you two been such a good team?” Paul asks, leaning back in his chair and raising an eyebrow.

Carlos shrugs, sharing a smile with Nancy. “Guess we just are.”

#911 lone star #911 lone star fic #carlos reyes #nancy gillian #marjan marwani #tk strand #tarlos #lone star #911ls #holly's august extravaganza #fanfiction #my fanfiction #writing #my writing #📍 anon

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crackinwise · 3 years ago

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Mondo having a thing about coating Taka with hickeys and Taka having a thing about very much enjoying the process is a good headcanon I've seen used several times, in both fic and art.

I see it causing an issue for them at least once.

Kiyotaka has the syllabus and upcoming events memorized before he and Mondo have a "session" so he won't be caught broadcasting his love life unwelcomed. Besides, he always fears he'll be accused of being hedonistic and immoral just for using some free time to feel wanted by the man he loves.

Meanwhile, Mondo knows to keep it below the uniform collar, but that's a lot of fair game there. After one night where they get carried away, Taka's torso from the base of the neck down looks like a leopard. Taka looks like he lost a fight with an octopus. But it's fine because a)Taka wanted it, and b)he can still look presentable in public with them covered.

But, the next day at gym, the class is told the schedule had to be rearranged and everyone is to head up to the pool. Taka instantly panics.

As everyone starts walking, he grabs Mondo's arm and pulls him to the back of the group.

"Mondo," he hisses, "I can't go to the pool!"

"Why?"

Taka fully despairs for a brief second. "If I take off my uniform, everyone will see the marks you've made!"

The caveman part of Mondo's brain makes his chest want to swell with a mixture of pride and possession, but it plummets down to become a lead ball in his stomach the instant he notices the unshed tears and fear in Taka's large eyes.

"It's okay. S'okay, I'll figure somethin out. Let's just get goin," Mondo promises him.

He can't let Taka feel humiliated. He mostly trusts his classmates by now--Taka would never have another middle school experience--but this wasn't a couple hickeys to get teased over and laugh off. Their peers' first reaction might be to get Taka a bodyguard and Mondo a muzzle. The teacher might investigate; Taka's dad might be called. Mondo shakes away the mental image of a mortified Taka and tries to actually problem solve.

He couldn't picture Taka sitting the period out on the bleachers and risk being a bad class leader. Taka could lie about feeling sick or needing somewhere else to be to work on his Talent, but he wouldn't. Taka wouldn't forgive him for pulling the fire alarm either. He didn't know of any clubs Taka could help at this hour. Would anything at the pool hide him when they got there?

Mondo's head snaps up with an idea and he walks faster to catch up with the classmate who made swimming pools her domain. "Asahina!"

Hina stops hopping around excitedly next to Sakura and turns to address him. "Mondo? What's up?"

He starts to whisper while also glaring at any classmates daring to curiously rubberneck. "I need a favor. Do ya have one of them, like, swim shirts? Y'know, surfers and shit wear 'em?"

"A rash guard?"

"Sure."

Hina frowns, apologetic. "No, I never thought to bring one here since the pool is indoors." She gives him a once-over. "And I'm not sure we'd be the same size."

"It's not...for me." Mondo rubs the back of his neck anxiously. He makes sure to keep his voice low. "It's for Taka."

"Since when does Ishimaru prefer a rash guard while swimming?" Kyoko asks, suddenly appearing on Mondo's other side, startling him.

"Holy fuck! Who who asked you?!" he yelps.

"You're not as quiet as you think you are," she helpfully warns them. "Here, let's walk to the side a bit."

The three step to the outside of the pack of students to continue talking a bit more covertly.

"Now, Oowada, what's this about?" Kyoko asks, eyes sharp.

Yeah!" Hina loudly whispers back. "Is Taka all right? Him asking for cover is concerning, ya know!"

Mondo's defensive annoyance threatens to flare up. "He's fine, but he can't go in the pool today. I can't tell ya why, so don't ask."

Maybe if another teacher needed help, but Mondo didn't know of any and unless one walked down the hall, he couldn't beg them. Or the headmaster!

"Oi!" Mondo's outburst causes Hina to jump. He lowers his voice once again, "Kirigiri! I need ya to ask yer dad if he has anythin he can call for Taka to work on. Like, now, for the whole period."

Kyoko's cool eyes narrow at him. He knows she's still trying to suss out his motives.

"If it were just for you, I'd demand more of an explanation, but this is for Ishimaru, right?" Even as she asks, she has her phone out, texting the headmaster. Mondo catches a glimpse of her text starting with "URGENT" and feels a wave of appreciation.

Finished, she looks from her phone back to Taka, still uncharacteristically silent and walking yards behind everyone else. She notes how he's hugging himself and darting his unfocused eyes around.

"Hmm." Her hand is up to her chin in thought. "Well, all we can do is wait for my father to answer me or make an announcement on his own. I could always just lie and say my father requested him."

"Y'know damn well he'd hate that and give us both detention when he found out," Mondo gripes. He understands why Taka refuses a little dishonest help, but it's still frustrating as hell sometimes.

"Yes," she agrees, her voice was as level and confident as always, "but that depends on how much he'd rather be tricked than show off your love bites."

"Right? Damn."

Hina, still close by and listening, covered her mouth to muffle a giggle.

Then Mondo's steps faltered. "HEY!"

His shout echoed around the hall, causing a few students to eyeball them. Makoto was clutching his chest, about ready to imitate a fainting goat.

Kyoko didn't so much as blink though. "It's as if you forget who I am. But don't worry, I'll take all the blame for lying to Ishimaru if it comes to that."

"Thanks," Mondo sighs out. "If you two didn't help, I was gonna pay Hiro to predict a pool disaster big enough to stall."

That causes Hina and Kyoko to realize the severity of the situation might be more than simple awkwardness.

"You know Hiro would try to charge you, like, hundreds of dollars for that," Hina says, worried. "Maybe thousands. Is Taka really that embarrassed by a hickey?"

Mondo swallows thickly but doesn't answer. He feels incredibly guilty. He feels like a danger to Taka's reputation for a new reason than the usual ones that sometimes haunt him. He knows hormones and his lack of self-control are a bad mix, but add in Taka enthusiastically praising his mouth, and he has zero hope of restraint.

They arrive at the changing rooms for everyone to switch into their swimsuits before going to the pool. The other students file inside while Mondo, Hina, Kyoko, and the trailing Taka hang back.

When Taka stops in front of them, his wide eyes finally focus on Mondo. He glances at the girls then says, hopefully, "Any, um, ideas?"

Mondo worries Taka is going to have a panic attack with the way he's breathing and clutching his blazer closed. As if the marks were magically visible through his uniform shirt too.

Kyoko brings her phone screen up to her face to check for a reply, then shakes her head at Mondo. Hina wrings her hands.

Deciding he's just going to kidnap Taka for the rest of the day and risk his boyfriend never speaking to him again, Mondo starts to grab Taka's arm.

The P.A. system squeaks on. "ISHIMARU, YOUR ASSISTANCE IS NEEDED IN THE HEADMASTER'S OFFICE, PLEASE!"

All four friends sag with relief. Hina does a little cheer, gives them a thumbs up and skips into the girl's changing room. Kyoko nods at Mondo's thankful expression and follows her inside.

Taka runs his fingers thru his hair, laughs bubbling out of him. He has no idea what had happened to save him, but he wasn't going to question it just now. He squeezes Mondo's wrist once with his left hand and smiles to convey he was never upset with his partner about the situation. Then he proceeds to speed-walk to the office.

Mondo's frayed nerves want him to break the rules and embrace Taka, but his impulsive actions have caused enough problems today. He turns to go get changed for the pool, his caveman pride starting to return after helping to protect his Kiyotaka.

Following this, Taka didn't let them have another "session" for a month, and when he did he made contingency plans to be nowhere near the pool for a full week.

#this was originally a two-sentence post wut am i doing #ishimondo #kiyotaka ishimaru #mondo oowada #probably would have been funnier presenting the premise and leaving it to your imaginations my bad #danganronpa

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