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anilec-dragon-art-and-stuff · 4 months ago

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Alright. I finally sat down for the introduction of the first character. This needs a little disclamier that wasnt mentioned in the Story overview. This character is primarily an NPC in a campaign i am running. Its a premade campaign (CR's "Call of the netherdeep") and therefor will include characters (like the rivals) or special items (mostly the vestiges of divergence) in here. Tho some of these might have changed effects or adjusted personalities to better fit in with the narrative it of course needs to be said that i do Not own these. They are not characters created by me and I am not using them for a commercial gain or anything similar. Its basically like writing a fanfic for an existing story and inserting your own OC. Except the existing story is kinda just the supporting cast (except one of them. For shipping purposes)

Also I will write the Most important things about the backstory. But some things might only be hinted at. Because they will be a topic of an actual Story. And i dont want to spoiler that.

But without further ado lets get into the Profile for the character.

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General Information

Name: Abires Blackwood

True Name: Doxitan Sable (i will make a separate post for them)

Nickname: Usually doesnt like to be called by anything else than his name. Later on in the relationship however Galsariad calls him "Dox" in private and "Nor" in puplic (the last one is elvish for "love" and also sounds similar to the french word "noir" which means "black")

Age: 110 years (appears as mid 30)

Race: Changeling (appears human)

Class: Warlock

Pronuns: He/Him (Technically the entire character is genderfluid as a changeling, however in this persona he identifies as male)

Romantic orientation: Demiromantic

Sexual orientation: Asexual

Physical Appearance

(You can also just check the included drawing.)

Eye color: Purple

Skin color: Pale/greyish

Hair color: Black

Facial Hair: Black mustache and goatee

Height: 1,74m

Weight: 85kg

Body type: Somewhat slim, but not too skinny. Also without clearly defined muscles.

Tattoo: Across his chest is an old tattoo of a slave mark, that is meant to magically force obiedience. (Picture will follow later. Maybe)

Scars/Birthmarks: Numerous scars of cuts, burns and so on primarily on his torso and arms. On his right shoulder puncture wounds from pitchfork prongs that ran through his shoulder and came out on the other side. Scars of deep cuts to destroy the tattoo on his chest, nullifying its magic.

Fashion style: Prefers elegant or fancy clothing, most of the time a suit or similar.

Accessories: Often seen with his walking cane (despite him not showing any signs of problems with walking). Also he always has a piece of golden jewelry with an ingraved scale (usually its a decorative piece on his hat. But can also be a ring, necklace or similar.)

Posture/Gait: Elegant and confident

Other notes: His physical features (mainly skin and eye color combined) are usually quite off-putting for others. However his charming behavior counters that and makes people look past it)

Picture:

Drawing made by me

Psychological Traits

Personality: Most of the time appears as charming, making himself seem very likable (however this is mostly used as a manipulative tactic). But occasionally he might seem mysterious or even off-putting or strange. Some people might even call it creepy.

Temperament: Highly depents on circumstance or topic of conversation. Most of the time he is patient. But if you try to dig too deep in his past or about his true identity he becomes short tempered and violent.

Hobbies: He doesnt really have time for "hobbies" as he spends most of his time trying to further increase his abilities and gather more power. He does have a passion for torture tho.

Morals/Virtues: Does not have a moral code. He genuinely doesnt understand why torture or murder is NOT an appropriate response to someone minorly inconveniencing him.

Phobias/Fears: He says he doesnt have any. Deep down fear of trusting people and getting hurt by them. Also afraid that people find Out the truth about him. However He meets all of these with violence.

Angered by: People trying to find Out his true identity. People betraying his trust. (Later on: People trying to hurt his Partner. Or others flirting with said partner)

Bad habits: Solves most of his problems with violence. Often to the extreme.

Favorite sayings: "Oh, you always have choice. You just have to make sure, its the right one"

Secrets: He is a changeling (that one was obvious)

Abilites etc.

Physical abilities: Shapeshifting, Fae charm and temptation

Magical abilities: Lets call it warlock magic to make it easy (DnD). Also control over shadows. Can take and use peoples souls (however he can only aquire them through deals). On that note: can strike magically binding deals, in which he ties in the other persons soul as a "collateral". Is able to attune more magical items to himself than would normally be possible. However that required a price he has yet to pay. Aside from that he can request aid from his patron god if certain things (especially for a deal) are out of his abilites.

Magical Items: Blood-Cane (his cane is a powerful unique magic item forged from the iron extracted from the blood of hundrets of people), Shapechanging clothing (he can willingly change the Look of his clothes. So he doesnt need an apartment full of clothes because of his different personas)

DnD related Magic Items:

Illusionist's Bracers

Helm (in his case hat) of teleportation

Cabal's Ruin (Vestige of Divergence)

Robe of the Archmagi

Languages known:

Common, Sylvan, Celestial, Ancient Celestial

Relationships

Partner/Significant other: Galsariad Ardyth (Character from "Call of the Netherdeep", however this relationship was recently established and therefor is non-existent in any stories dealing with his backstory)

Parents/Guardians:

Real parents: unknown

"Foster parents" (even if unknowingly): Grio Romez and Zanra Romez

Children: none

Best friends: Childhood best friend used to be Christina Stim

Friends: Galsariad before their romance. Otherwise none.

Enemies: Noone in particular, would consider people that have wronged (or minorly inconvenienced) him as such

Mentors/Teachers: First the few followers of Calfras, later Calfras himself

Patreon God: Calfras, the middle man (God of deals and pacts)

Personas: Doxitan Sable (his true self), Jessica of Waterdeep, Dominance, Tex (will probably at some point make Profiles for All of them)

Short Overview of Backstory

Born in the Faewilds, but shortly after was selected to replace a stolen human child

Therefor lived the first 8 years of his life as the human boy Baelen Romez

Through an accident, the people of his town found out, and had a violent reaction (They were planning to slowly torment him to death. They also were the ones who gave him the slave tattoo. Not with the intention to sell him, but to use it as another torment method.)

This betrayal of people who he trusted, especially since he never really did anything wrong, caused Not only huge Trauma but also messed him up in the head (as in he is a psychopath because there is actually something broken in there)

Was saved from the Situation by the god Calfras, in exchange made a pact with him

The god helped him over the next decades to increase his Power and abilities

When he was about 40 years old, he returned to the City he grew up in to get revenge (will write that properly)

In the following years had a multitude of quest/adventures to gather his magical Items and so on. Not worth putting it individually into the overview, might be written in short stories at some point

At about 100 years of age, has managed to Not only gather a lot of magical Power, but also made his way into several courts as adviser or similar

A few years later (this is where the "recent" startes aka the time where my campaign started, tho the PCs are not in These stories) he met Galsariad Ardyth and agreed to help him in his studies of the arcane

Over the years they became friends (but He wouldnt really admit that)

Galsariad did eventually find Out the truth about him (how THAT went down, will be written as well) but managed to survive it

Eventually they even Fell in love, tho it took some time for Blackwood to admit that

That is so far up until what can be called "the present day", because Most of his stories will be either backstory stuff or fluff (maybe smut?) With his SO. However there is no Set date or year or timeline. So it might move along into the future as well or especially the stories with Gal might jump to different years depending on the story. I'll try to include a rough idea of when a story will be set.

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Alright wonderful. That was A LOT (can you tell i really like him lol?) Anyways now you know everything you need to know about him to deal with his stories I guess.

Soooo See ya!

#OC #Profile #DnD #Warlock #Changeling #Trying to write a story but characters need an introduction #did it need to be this long?#probably not #but i guess we're being thorough #to change your fortune #i actually like this title now #i think i might keep it #Abires Blackwood

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woolymonster · 11 months ago

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Exalted Secret Santa Journal

1.) The Centurion, called the Hellsayer or the Left Hand(as in, Left Hand of Hell) is an Infernal of the Slayer Caste, who knows nothing of subtlety. He made his debut in Creation by sacking an Immaculate temple city with an army of demons and mutants and beastpeople, all of whom had sworn fealty to the Centurion and made into Creatures of Darkness. When the Immaculates tried to retake the city with an army, he shattered it and left their bones to surround the city as a warning to future invaders. His bracers are bronze, heavy and set in the style if coiling snakes with green gems for eyes, and set into each snake’s forehead. His necklace is made of Yasal Crystals, each one holding a bound demon. If he needs to, he can crack it open with his bare hands. His belt is made of behemoth hide and lined with blood ape fur, studded with huge horns. It can be used to hold things with straps or handles, or to gore an opponent in a grapple! Also, the star shapes on the kilt-y thing he’s wearing are green stars. Like I said, dude has no subtlety. His weapon is a ridiculously proportioned combination of guitar/axe/wailing angel-thing with no arms. The strings glow red, and impale the angel through the back and come out beneath the ribs, so the angel kinda looks like he’s scrunching over in agony in order to keep the strings taut. It has 6 wings and is made of golden orichalcum with more of a satin finish that bright ‘n shiny, with pink gems set in the wings. If you want to skip this, I wouldn’t blame you. If you ONLY wanted to draw the weapon, that would be cool too!

2.) The Black Metal Martyr, Moonshadow Caste Abyssal. Mostly named as such because his face is permanently wearing a black-and-white mask of corpse paint and tangled long blond hair. I also have a photo included of the corpse paint, just in case you are unfamiliar! He never sleeps, and he has a haunted, tired look to his face. His armor is greyish-blue-to-black, rimed with frost even when he is indoors. He almost never removes it, as he lives a life of wandering the frozen wastelands of the North, fighting for justice for the dead as well as the living. His sword is old and brittle, and when it takes lives it begins to exude a red mist like steam. It s just as indestructible as any artifact, but it really doesn’t look like it. His shield is a massive tower shield made of bronze and orichalcum, and should look as old as the sword, though not nearly so fragile. Big sun symbol in the middle, lighter than the rest.

3.)The Mercy of Faith was once a small man, living a humble life in the shadow of the temple of the Immaculates. They took from his village whatever they desired, and when it became too much to bear the people of the village went to the temple to beseech restraint from the monks who lorded over them. In response, the monks murdered those who had gone with him, and he himself was mutilated and sent back to his people as a warning that the monks called mercy. But rather than make his people bear the burden of his failure, he wandered into the Wastes, seeking to commune with the devils that resided there. They gave him sympathy, and offered him power and vengeance. He returned to the temple, and he repayed the monks for their mercy. Now, he wanders the Burning Sands, moving from temple to monastery to sacred shrine, seeking to punish the abuse and negligence of monk, priest, and god alike, freeing the oppressed from the shackles of devotion. In doing so he has ironically built a steadily growing cult of followers who trail behind his path of destruction, eager to help those caught in the middle to find new purpose in their liberation.

The Mercy of Faith keeps his head roughly shorn, and bears deep scars all across his body. He arms were cut off above the elbow, and he wears as little as possible without being naked, that others may look upon him and see the injuries that made him. Upon his waist he wears a belt with a devilish face with glowing runes and a tattered train. He is stocky and muscular, and in the center of his chest a glowing eye is set, rimmed with thick veins of gold and occasionally blinking. He makes extensive use of Mind Hand Manipulation, using it both to create invisible phantom arms to replace the ones the lost, and to fling scythes of infernal essence as ranged weapons. When he transforms into his devil body incarnation, the phantom arms become visible, though still translucent, and the scars glow with an intense energy, radiating his inner fire.

#exalted #exalted secret santa

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shyficwriter · 3 years ago

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Temporary Home: Chapter 1

Guardians of the Galaxy fanfic | Reader x Guardians (With Yondu and Kraglin!) Guest starring Nick Fury and Maria Hill

Summary: The Guardians have pissed off some really dangerous people and need to lie low. Apparently your home is the perfect place to keep them, according to Fury.

Part 2 Here

Author’s Note: This will be multiple chapters, I already have so many scenes for this in my head. I hope you guys like it!

Word Count: 6,610

You had been called into a sudden emergency meeting one afternoon, and walked in expecting to be sent on perhaps an urgent but still run-of-the-mill mission, or briefed on a sudden change to an existing case. You didn't expect to essentially become the babysitter for eight aliens. Well, one of them was human, but still.

You waited in the briefing room with five other agents and Maria Hill. One of your fellow agents, you thought her name was Stacy, tried asking what the meeting was about, and Maria would only reply to wait for Fury, and that he should be there soon.

Admittedly that made you a little nervous. It wasn't often that you didn't get any information before a meeting, but you tried not to think too much into it.

Fury arrived a few minutes later followed by six people you had never seen before.

Two of the men looked normal enough- that is to say, human- but they were the only two. One with red hair and another with strange tattoos on his neck. Then there was a large shirtless greenish/greyish man with what looked at first glance to be many swirly red tattoos covering his body. He had what you thought was a raccoon holding a wooden doll sitting on his shoulder, until the raccoon jumped down onto the table and you saw that not only did the raccoon walk upright, but the "wooden doll" was actually alive, and walked around as well when set upon the table. The other man was a rough looking type, and he was as blue as the sky with what appeared to be a red metal mow-hawk. There were two women with them as well, a taller green one who looked like she could kill you without blinking, and a smaller paler one with antennae who actually looked kinda scared to be there, as she was all but hiding behind the larger shirtless man.

Now, with your line of work you were of course aware of the reality of aliens, but these were actually the first you'd seen up close other than some of the Skrull people Fury worked with.

This group, however, seemed a little... dysfunctional. The red haired man said something snarky to the raccoon, and to your surprise the raccoon spoke back, saying something equally snarky in return before snapping at the red haired man's hand. The man then mimed smacking the raccoon across the room only to then be smacked in the back of the head by the green woman, earning snickers from both neck-tattoo guy and the blue man.

Fury loudly plopped a folder on the table and looked at the group sternly, prompting them to silence. He then turned to you and your fellow agents. "You're probably wondering why I called you all here." Not waiting for an answer he continued, "In simplest terms, we need to provide sanctuary for this lot because they went and pissed off some very dangerous people, and the Nova Corps urgently insists that they need protection."

An agent to your right, you didn't know his name, spoke up. "Then why aren't they hiding them? Why pawn them on us?"

"This is their way of hiding them. Earth is considered primitive by the rest of the galaxy's standards. We have virtually no contact outside this planet, and Nova figured this would be one of the last places anyone might look. Buy them some time to diffuse the situation with the people after these guys before they blow them to pieces."

For seemingly no reason, the red haired man then flicked the raccoon, only to fall on his ass when the raccoon lunged at him, receiving many annoyed looks from the rest of the group.

The same agent spoke again, confusion on his face. "Pardon me, but why is this Nova Corps putting all this effort into hiding... them?" The inflection was clear. What was so special about these dumbasses?

Fury, after witnessing the buffoonery, pinched the bridge of his nose. "Well, in addition to them being idiots." He punctuated the sentence with a sharp look toward the group, making the man and raccoon attempt to straighten up. "They've also managed to save the galaxy on more than one occasion. Nova is understandably less than willing to see them come to deadly harm. This is where you come in. We can't keep them here, so we need agents who can house them until everything blows over. Now, we're considering dividing them them among the five of you-"

"Wait! Whoa whoa whoa! You never said we'd be split up! We're a team! You can't split us up!" cried the red haired man. The rest of the group seemed agitated as well, and started to argue with Fury.

You heard a couple agents to your left whispering that they were in no way going to house any of them, and you couldn't help but agree as you watched the scene in front of you.

The blue man had the red haired man by the arm, irritably telling the younger to "Calm down, boy!" as the red haired man tried to pull away, yelling and pointing at Fury about how "This wasn't the deal!" The green woman was also yelling at the red haired man, something about having no choice if they wanted everyone to be safe, as the neck-tattoo guy just stood there, almost as if he didn't know whether to be angry or sad. The woman with the antennae looked even more frightened, now burying her face into the chest of the large tattooed man while he simultaneously patted her head comfortingly and somehow also managed a deadly look at your director. The raccoon had now hopped back on the table to comfort the little wooden creature, which was now crying, soothing it and saying, "It's ok, buddy, I'm not gonna let them separate us, I promise. Look at me, it's gonna be fine."

That's all it took, and you cursed yourself.

You rubbed a hand down your face. Damn it. "I'll do it." you said, voice raised just loud enough to be heard over the commotion.

Loud enough to capture Fury's attention. He turned away from the now quieting group and shared a brief look with Agent Hill. "What was that?"

You sighed, a voice in your mind yelling at you to reconsider. "I've got a place. Out of the way." Wait, what the hell are you doing? "I can take them." No. Turn back! It's not too late! "I mean, people will have to double up in the bedrooms, but I have the space to take them all." Dammit! What's wrong with you!?

Fury nodded. "Where do you live?"

"In the interest of security, sir, I think that's a conversation best had in private."

Fury smiled. "Good answer."

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After Fury dismissed the other agents and discussed the whereabouts of your home and its security, he surprised you by declaring that you'd all be leaving within the hour.

You were taken a bit aback, having assumed you'd have some time to prepare, but agreed, assuming that time must be of the essence. Preparations could be made as you went, you supposed.

The ride to your home was a bit awkward, to be honest. Fury split the group between your car and a larger black SUV that he would be driving. In your vehicle you transported the red haired man and the green woman, who's names you learned were Peter and Gamora, along with agent Maria Hill in the front passenger seat. You assumed she had been assigned to ride with you rather than Fury for security purposes, but you didn't ask. Fury transported the rest, which you were sure would have been an interesting ride to say the least.

Your journey, however, was quite quiet. Peter kept trying to make conversation, but it never went much further than a couple-word answers from you or Maria. Reason being that you honestly just didn't know what to say, and you weren't exactly the most open book, and you'd never known Maria to be much of a conversationalist while on the job, though you two usually got on pretty well together.

Your home was an old double storey stone farmhouse set in the countryside, miles away from the nearest house, and even further away from the nearest town. The back of the property was a decent sized lot that emptied into a forest that also shielded around the sides, and at the front there were hedges and tall trees blocking the property from the sight of nearest road. It was easy to miss if you didn't know where to find the drive path that turned off the main road and winded up to the house. For all intents and purposes, to any average person taking a country drive, it was as if it wasn't even there, lost among the vast amount of trees.

Therefore, when you did finally arrive at your home a good bit later, you were more than surprised to find three black vans already parked in your drive. You were first alarmed, worried that somehow your location had already been compromised. You stayed behind the wheel for a moment, unsure of what to do, until you looked in the rearview mirror to see Fury and his lot exiting his vehicle. You looked to Maria in confusion.

"Yeah, there may be a bit more you need to be briefed on." she said in reply to a question that hadn't left your lips, smiling apologetically.

You got out of your car, followed by the rest of your passengers, and walked over to Fury who was standing in front of his passengers as they stared up at their new (hopefully) temporary lodging.

"What's going on here?" you asked when you reached him, gesturing to the men coming out of your house.

"Slow workmanship. They should have been done and gone 30 minutes ago." Fury said flatly, gazing at a man who nodded apologetically to the director and spoke into his walkie for his men to wrap up.

"Fury-" you say, your tone unamused.

"Agent Hill was supposed to brief you on the way over." he said, looking past you to Maria with a raised eyebrow.

"I considered that it might be better to wait until we reached the destination, sir, rather than inside of a moving vehicle, considering."

Fury half nodded as if in agreement, then turned to look back at your home. "We already scoped your place out a week ago. You're right, it was nearly the perfect place."

"Excuse me?" you say, eyes widening in confusion and surprise. What the hell did he mean he had already scoped it out a week prior? You had been under the impression these people had just been spontaneously dropped in Fury's lap.

"Your home," he said as if that would clarify things. "We had already looked into it, and other than needing a few adjustments, it was the perfect safe house to hide them."

"You- How-" you sputtered. You took a moment to gather your thoughts. "You mean to tell me that this was all already decided before you ever called that meeting?"

"Of course. It would have been irresponsible to drop them off at the first place we found."

"Then why call the meeting? Why the damn charade if this wasn't really my choice?" You were fighting not to raise your voice too much, but it still came out irritated. You threw an accusatory glance at the group, who were clearly listening in on the conversation, not like you had been quiet enough for them not to hear if they hadn't been. "Were you lot in on this?"

Peter held up his hands and shook his head defensively, as did a few of the others. You only narrowed your eyes and turned back to Fury as he spoke.

"Oh, you always had a choice, I just wanted to make sure you'd be willing." Fury said calmly, only now turning to look at you. "I knew you'd say yes."

"How could you possibly know I'd say yes!?"

"Well you did, didn't you?" You could almost hear laughter in his voice. The fucker practically seemed pleased with himself. You could feel your blood boiling.

"Oh yeah? How do you know I won't take it back after this stunt?"

Fury turned back to watch the vans turn around to exit the drive. "You won't. I know that well enough."

"How can you be so sure?" you say defiantly.

The Guardians look to each other worriedly. What if you did take it back because this Fury guy pissed you off? Would they have to be separated? Would they have to find a whole new planet to hide on?

Yondu eyed you as you asked your director how he was sure you wouldn't take back your offer, expecting him to say that he would be paying you too much to refuse, but he didn't expect the answer that actually came out of Fury's mouth.

"Because you offered with asking how you'd be compensated, and you still haven't asked. That, and I read your face like an open book." He now grinned as he looked at you, saying much softer, "You don't have it in you to turn them away."

You felt your face grow hot and you stuttered a bit before looking up at the sky in defeat, sighing at the darkening clouds beginning to gather overhead, a testament to your torment, to be sure. "Fine." you say. Suddenly remembering what he said, you looked back at him, "What did you mean by adjustments?"

Maria smiled at Fury as she placed a hand on your back and guided you towards the door. The other's followed.

"I know this seems like an intrusion, but we promise we didn't hurt anything. We simply added a couple beds, stocked the pantry, and updated the plumbing and wiring."

"The plumbing was fine," you grumbled, "and I was working on the wiring."

"Your home is just over 200 years old. The plumbing might have been fine when it was just you here, but now you'll be housing eight other people. I think you can understand why we would consider improving it." Fury stated, almost like a reprimand to your stubbornness. You eye him, wondering how he could know how old your home was, but you supposed he knew that the same way he knew where to find your home a week before you ever told him where it was.

Because he was Fury.

Looks were exchanged among the Guardians as they entered the home behind you, surprised to hear of the age of your home to see it in such nice condition. Though, if you had been living here they supposed it shouldn't have come to much surprise that you would have cared for it.

The front door opened up to a large hall featuring a staircase to the left. On either side of the entrance were two more doors.

Maria lead you all through the door on the right into the kitchen to briefly show they had stocked the pantry with some foods they, The Guardians as you heard them referred to as, were used to, to make the transition to Earth foods easier. They would be making bi-weekly supply drops to your home to keep the pantry stocked to feed all of them, but the food would soon be coming only from Earth, as it would be both expensive, and a possible security risk to try and keep importing foods from outer space.

You all then exited the kitchen and travelled up the stairs while Maria explained that everyone's bags had already been placed in the rooms based on what they assumed would be the correct sleeping arrangements. Of course, everyone was free to switch it up at their discretion. Once at the top of the stairs you instinctually step forward and reach up to pull the string for the light, as the hall was a bit dim due to the fading light outside, but you find it missing.

"Where the hell did-" you think softly out loud, looking up to see the whole fixture had been changed. The light then came on by itself and embarrassingly resulted in you startling in surprise. You turn to see Fury grinning slightly while shaking his head, his finger still near a switch that definitely wasn't there before you left the house that morning.

"Man, they weren't kidding when they said you Terran types were primitive, eh Pete?"

You shot the raccoon an offended look before Fury reminded you that they had updated your wiring. You blushed and looked at the new switch suspiciously, wondering how they managed to rewire your house so quickly without destroying the walls, but resisted the urge to sarcastically accuse him of witchcraft lest you give these 'Guardians' the idea that you were actually scared of electricity. Not that you cared what they thought, or anything.

Maria motioned to the first door on the left of the landing, and said to you that they naturally assumed it was the one you slept in, as it appeared to be the only one currently being inhabited. You nodded that she was correct and she continued, opening the door and informing you that they had added an extra bed and had placed Mantis's bag inside. She pointed to the woman with the antennae, indicating that's who she was referring to.

You silently nod again, a gesture that you were accepting of this arrangement. Of everything else they had done, this was one of the lesser intrusive things, next to the pantry. The woman seemed like one of the least annoying of the bunch, so you weren't going to argue. Could be worse. They could have put the raccoon or the dude with red hair in there.

You didn't see, but Mantis let out a sigh of relief at this knowledge that you weren't going to be angry about sharing your room with her. Her mood immediately brightened, convinced she was about to make a new friend.

You peeked into the room as the others pushed forward with Maria. Inside was your wooden framed single sized bed, only now pressed against the right side of the room from where it had previously been centered beneath the window. A new bed had now been set up on the left side of the room, opposite corner from your own, to leave clearance for the attic door. This bed was a black metal framed single, already fitted with grey and white sheets.

You naturally assumed Fury's team decided to add similar beds to the other rooms while also making use of the remaining beds that were already there, and so you didn't follow the others to see. You didn't really care to see, hadn't been in those rooms much in years for a reason.

You just crossed your arms and leaned to rest back against your doorframe and watched on as Maria sorted them into the rooms and Fury took to standing in the corner opposite of you, watching everything.

Fury's team had apparently placed the belongings of the blue man and the man with the neck tattoos in the room directly across from your own, and you learned their names were Yondu and Kraglin, respectively.

They placed the large man, raccoon, and wooden child all in the room further down at the end of the landing on that side, and you learned the large man was called Drax, the raccoon was Rocket, and the tiny wooden child was Groot. Something twisted in your belly seeing the little wooden child shyly peek into the room from atop Drax's shoulder, but you forced it down. No time to think about who previously owned that room right now.

The raccoon could be heard complaining, "You're seriously gonna make me sleep in a crib?"

The twisting came back, and you looked at Fury, ignoring the snickers and banter from the raccoon's friends as they both teased him for his misfortune and told him to get over it.

"We might have taken advantage of some furniture in the attic." Fury said, shrugging.

"It was locked." you say, your eyes narrowed. How would he even know to look up there? Did they literally go through your entire house when they 'scouted' it?

"So was the front door."

You sigh bitterly, only eyeing him in response.

"Is there a problem?" Fury asked, not altogether sincerely.

You shake your head and break his gaze. "It's fine."

Directly across from the previous room, Maria informed the ones you now knew as Gamora and Peter that that's where their belongings had been placed, Maria stating that they hoped they weren't being forward in assuming the pair were a couple. Gamora only nodded and said it was fine, while Peter gave her a cheeky grin that made her roll her eyes. Them being in that particular room meant you'd be sharing a wall with them, and with the knowledge that they were a couple you hopped it wouldn't mean you'd wind hearing any... 'special' noises at night while you were trying to sleep.

Once everyone knew where they'd be sleeping and seemed happy enough with the pre-arranged sleeping arrangements courtesy of who you were now mentally dubbing Intruder Fury, neck tattoo man-Kraglin- looked at Maria and asked where the restroom happened to be.

You lowered a hand from where it had previously been crossed over your chest and rapped twice on the wall, getting his attention, and pointed to the only still closed door to your left, centered in the wall across from the opening to the stairs.

He nodded in thanks, seeming slightly embarrassed that he had forgotten that this was, in fact, your house and not Intruder Fury's or Co-Intruder Hill's.

Fury gave you an unimpressed look that you read as, "Use your words." and you spoke up saying there was another bathroom downstairs if anyone else needed it. Peter spoke up saying that he could use it, and so you nodded your head towards the stairs in a "come on then" gesture and lead him as well a couple others downstairs to point where it was, down the hall towards the back of the house, past the kitchen. It was the only door at the end the hall that could be seen from where you stood, so he couldn't miss it.

Maria and Fury met you at the bottom of the stairs behind the rest of the Guardians, sans Kraglin of course.

"We trust everyone will settle in nicely," Fury said, turning a pointed look at the Guardians as he said "and will be on their best behavior." This earned a few nods from the group and he then turned to you, adding almost jokingly, "Would you like to finish the tour?"

You pointed towards the kitchen and spoke flatly, "Food's in there, so is laundry," you pointed towards the bathroom Peter had disappeared into, "Shower and toilet's in there," you pointed upstairs, "Sleep's up there," you opened the door to your left, the only room not yet explored that you were willing to open, and pointed inside, "Sitting room is in there. Watch TV, read, knock yourselves out."

Fury spoke first. "I get the way we went about this situation may seem less than ideal to you, but I assure you there's no need to be testy."

"I have every right to be 'testy.' You couldn't have just asked? If you really somehow already knew I'd say yes than why go through all-" you waved your hands around, trying to find the words, "You had to go and be all... you?!" There was an edge to your voice that drove the message. He had manipulated you, if that were even the right word for it. He had this all planned out in advance, made you a puzzle piece, you fell right where he said he knew you would, and you were meant to what? Smile about it?

"I could have," he conceded, looking thoughtful, "But that's not how I do things."

"You shook your head. You're a real piece of work, you know that?"

Fury only nodded once in response before asking, "Do you have any further questions?"

You look out the door window briefly to see the clouds had gotten much darker. "Looks like rain, director. Better hurry, wouldn't want you to get wet." The edge to your voice got sharper. Fury simply nodded with a half smile. Message received. Get out.

The Guardians, who hadn't gotten your hint to go shoo off someplace, remain stood in the hall, glancing at each other awkwardly. It surprised them that a man like Fury, and the way he seemed to be, would be seemingly so cool with the way you were speaking to him.

You spoke again as he reached for the door. "See you tomorrow. Ottawa case, right?"

Fury stopped. "Actually no. You won't be coming in tomorrow."

You blinked. "Excuse me?"

"You've been moved off that case to this one, we won't be shipping you off to Canada. In fact, you're off all further cases for the foreseeable future."

"Am I being punished for something, sir?" you ask, the edge still not having left your voice, but it was now softened by confusion.

"No." Fury replied, "If anything, consider it a vacation."

"I did not ask for a vacation, sir." you say, trying to bite back the irritation in your voice. "I have no desire to just stay home."

Maria looked at Fury with a 'told-you-so' expression, stating to him that she had known you wouldn't have taken this well.

Fury looked at you firmly. "You're due for one, and we need someone to stay and guard them. You already live here, they're staying here- Two birds, one stone."

Your face hardened in indignation. "So I'm a babysitter now? Look, if you're retiring me just say so."

The Guardians still stood there awkwardly, Kraglin finally coming down the stairs to quietly join them, eyes wide and wondering where all the tension had come from. Maria tilted her head toward the sitting room, hoping they might get the hint. They did, awkwardly backing into the room, not wishing to interrupt your argument with Fury.

"You're not being retired-"

"Good. Then I can keep working. There's literally no reason why I need to stay home."

"You haven't taken a vacation in five years." Fury said, the authoritative tone in his voice rising, "This isn't a request. It's an order."

Peter then exists the bathroom, saying "What did I miss-" and almost shrinking back inside when he notices his friends are gone and the tense looks between you and Fury. Mercifully, Agent Hill gestures him to the sitting room and he sidesteps his way past while you ignore him, too focused on trying to burn Fury with your eyes.

Knowing you had no options and could make no further arguments, you angrily yielded. "Yes, sir." you say bitterly.

"That's better. If you need anything you know how to contact me or Agent Hill." With that he bid you goodbye and opened the door.

It was now beginning to rain outside.

"Warned you about that rain." you snarked as he made his way out the door.

***

Agent Hill looked at Fury as they entered his vehicle, the rain coming down harder now.

"Stubborn as hell, that one." Fury remarked, turning his key in the ignition.

Maria agreed, but also stated she thought this might be good for you as they drove away.

***

You stood there in the hall for a good moment before Gamora asked if everything was ok from the doorway of the sitting room. You looked at her, and she went on to apologize for their intrusion in your home but also said they were grateful you allowed them to stay.

She started to say something else, probably was going to be more apologies border-lining on 'please don't change your mind,' but you raised your hand and cut her off, "Don't worry about it. It's not you guy's fault he's an asshole," you say. You look at her and you can see she is tired, probably both from lack of sleep and worry. You try to be more gentle. "Look, it's fine. Just... settle in. I know it's late, but there's food in the kitchen if you guys are hungry, I'm- I'm gonna go clean something." You break eye contact and head into the kitchen, sure there was at least a plate or glass in the sink you could tend to.

Sure, enough, once you got to the sink you noticed a few dishes from the morning, and so you turned on the tap. You decided cold water was good enough, not feeling like waiting for the immersion to heat up, but you turned the knob for the hot water anyway out of habit. Realizing you had thrown the old dish rag in the laundry without replacing it, you allowed the water to run while you searched the drawer for another.

You heard footsteps entering the kitchen as you returned to the sink, and assume someone must have finally decided they were hungry. Not turning to greet whoever it was, you absently run the cloth under the tap to get it wet- only to immediately rip it back with a, "g-OW! Damn! Fuck!"

You doubled over, holding your burning hand.

"You ok? What happened?"

You look up, squinting through pain, to see Drax had asked the question, standing in the doorway with Mantis and Gamora, the little tree child sitting on her shoulder.

You breathed. "Yeah. One of those fuckers must have turned the immersion on and left it." You straighten yourself, your hand still smarted but you knew it'd be alright, and turned off the tap with the dishrag. "I'll check it out."

You exit the kitchen through the other door at the far end of the room to check the hot press to the right of the cellar door behind the stairs, intent to turn the immersion off, and bitterly wondering just how long it had been left on for. However, once you opened the door your immersion was nowhere to be seen. You stared in confusion at the new pipes that now ran straight through the floor into the cellar before noticing a note taped to the back wall that only said "Upgraded to boiler. Check basement. ♡ Maria."

You narrowed your eyes and opened the cellar door, already pulling out your phone as you descended the stairs. You quickly located this new boiler fairly quickly. It was cylindrical in shape and black in color, and much larger than your previous heating unit, probably why it was now in the cellar. You dialed the phone, the first word out of your mouth when you got an answer was simply, "Why?"

***

The other guardians in the sitting room had also heard your swearing and peeked out of the room just in time to see you walking very cranky-like across the hall. They looked at the three standing in the kitchen doorway and they only shrugged in response to their quizzical glances.

Curious, and hearing you walk down the stairs, Peter and Kraglin tiptoed over to the Cellar door to see what was going on, standing just off from the door. They caught bits of your end of the conversation.

"Why?" ...

"Well, yes I can understand that, but-" ...

"Well you could have warned me! I just about burned my hand off!" ...

"Fine. How does it work?" ...

"No, I'm not going to-" ...

"Yes, I know they-" ...

"You know what, I'll figure it out. Bye."

They hear you start to climb the steps and scurry back to the sitting room, not wishing to make it apparent they were eavesdropping on their new host.

You re-enter the kitchen and grab a glass of milk to soothe your nerves, seeing as it was now raining buckets and you couldn't be bothered for a walk as you would have preferred.

You sit at the table and look to see the three still standing in the doorway. You raise an eyebrow. "You alright there?" Thinking bizarrely that they must be shy you gesture towards the pantry. "Food's over there if you're hungry."

Drax merely shrugged and took up the offer, guiding Mantis over with him, but not before accepting Groot from Gamora.

Gamora stepped towards the table and took a seat across from you. "I couldn't help but notice you seem less than happy about this arrangement, I'm sorry-"

You cut her off once again. "Don't be sorry. I already told you it's not your fault Fury can be a dick. It's just a lot of new all at once and I wasn't expecting it. You're fine." You take another sip of milk, finally realizing what it was that she was actually afraid of. "You don't need to be scared that I'll send you back or anything."

She actually seemed to relax a bit. "Thank you. If there's anything-"

You set your glass on the table and fold your hands. Sentiment made you uncomfortable. "Look, as long as you guys clean up after yourselves and don't destroy my home, we're fine." Looking for a change of subject you said, "Why don't you introduce the rest of your friends. It couldn't hurt to get to know you a little."

Gamora smiled slightly. "Well, that's Drax and Mantis." she said, pointing to the two who were now coming back to sit down with their snacks. "And this is Groot," she added once Mantis sat the child on the table.

You smiled. "Cute little bugger, isn't he?"

"I am Groot!" he said excitedly, taking a bite of a food you didn't recognize. Must have been one of those outer-space types.

"Hello, Groot. How are you?"

"I am Groot."

You raised an eyebrow. "Um.." Maybe he misunderstood you?

Before you could ask again, Drax speaks up. "That's all he can say. He means he's ok."

"Oh." You nod slightly and take a sip of your milk, bemused. "I see."

The four of you conversed for a little bit. You learned that Drax liked knives, and he seemingly took everything very literally. Mantis was sweet, and she was convinced you two would be friends. She also said she was excited to share a room with you, because it would be like a sleepover. Gamora gave you a smile that seemed to say "forgive her," but you honestly weren't too bothered. It was almost sweet. Before you could ask about Gamora though, she stood up and asked if you'd like to meet the others.

You shrugged and nodded, placing your now empty glass in the sink before following her out to the sitting room where the other men were.

You walked in and saw Peter sitting in an armchair listening to a music player, seemingly ignoring the other two men as they stood looking weirdly at the TV. The blue man tilted his head at it, a hand to his chin in thought, while the other waved his arms slowly in front of it saying, "I dunno. Maybe it's broken?" He looked ridiculous.

You stifle a laugh and asked, "What are you doing?"

They turn to you, the blue man speaks. "Tryin' to figure out how to turn on this Terran TV of yers. Rat says they're motion activated, but nothin' we do is workin.'"

You give him a strange look. "Motion-? No- You just use the remote."

Then you hear a snickering and find it's coming from the raccoon, perched on the back of the couch. "Rocket." Gamora says in a mix of scolding and accusation, and he starts laughing harder, jumping down on the cushions to retrieve the controller from between them. "You guys looked so stupid! Ahaha!"

Yondu glares and Kraglin snatches the remote, flipping the television on and raising his hands in an annoyed "There we go!" gesture, sharing an annoyed look with Yondu at Rocket.

You motion to one of the game controllers on the coffee table, stating they'd want to use one of those if they wanted to actually watch something, as the first controller only turned the TV on.

Before you could offer to show them how to use Netflix, Gamora started introducing the remaining guardians.

Peter removed his earbuds and greeted you, standing to shake your hand, only to be shot down by you saying there was no need to be so formal, keeping to yourself the fact that despite working for Fury, you hated formal with a passion. He held up his hands and sat back down. "No problem there. We're probably the least formal people you can get." he said with a smile. You didn't see, but Gamora gave him a warning look that kept him from putting his feet up on the table.

The other two men and the raccoon seemed to agree with Peter, and nodded their greetings to you instead when introduced.

"Say, just curious, but how come it's just you living in this big ol' house by yerself?" came a question from Yondu.

You probably should have expected that question, but you didn't like it all the same. You were trying to decided if 'Don't worry about it' would be too rude of an answer when Peter notices the change in your expression and adds his own question out of fear that Yondu had offended you in some way. "How long have you been here? Fury said this place was old."

You chose to answer Peter's question instead. "Grew up here. House has been in the family since it was built."

"Oh. Cool." said Peter.

Not looking forward to any more possible questions about yourself you looked up to the clock and found your way out.

"Well, it's nearly ten, I think I'll turn in early." you say, excusing yourself.

Just then a loud thunderclap sounded and you heard a squeal from the kitchen.

"Kid scared of storms?" you ask, looking to Gamora.

The lights go out. You hear a scream.

"Nah, but apparently Bug is." says Yondu.

Realizing he likely meant Mantis, and that Mantis was your new roommate, you sigh. "I'll get a flashlight."

The lights flickered back on.

"Nevermind."

Everyone pretty much decided to go to bed after that, Mantis shyly shuffling into the bedroom a few minutes after you to retrieve some items from her bag and coming back dressed for bed as you scrolled through Tumblr, having already washed up and dressed for bed.

She crawled into her bed, pulling the covers up to her chin.

Thunder cracked again and she whimpered. You honestly felt a little bad for her.

"Do... does this happen often?" she asked.

"The storm? No." you answered honestly. "It'll be over soon. Just try to sleep." You stand up to turn the light off but pause, turning back to the curled up form on the bed opposite of your own, your face softening. "Would you like me to leave a lamp on?"

Mantis nodded.

You click on your desk lamp before turning off the overhead light and crawling into your own bed. You heard her say goodnight to you from across the room.

"Night," you return, turning toward the wall.

They were an odd lot, a bit dysfunctional, but you decided they were ultimately harmless. 'This whole ordeal will be over before I know it,' you thought as you closed your eyes.

You'd find out soon enough that you thought wrong.

#gotg #guardians of the galaxy #x reader #yondu udonta #kraglin obfonteri #peter quill #star lord #gamora #baby groot #mantis #drax the destroyer #nick fury #witness protection #fugitives #hiding #rocket raccoon

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Hey Neighbor (Part 2)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 3997 Warnings: mentions of cheating, mentions of death/loss

Summary: You had a plan and then life came along with one of its own. With your future almost derailed you worked hard to get yourself back on track and finally everything seemed to be going right… that is, until your new neighbor moved in.

A/N: A huge thank you to my wonderful beta Sam @buckyofthemyscira Feedback is always appreciated!

PART 1 | HEY NEIGHBOR MASTERLIST

A soft knock at pulls you away from the computer. Twisting your stiff head towards the door you smile, seeing Steve Rogers standing with a tray of coffee and a paper bag in hand marked with the logo of your favorite nearby restaurant.

“You’re a lifesaver!” you chuckled, though you meant every word as you invited Steve to sit at your desk for lunch.

Steve worked security for Stark Industries and you developed a close friendship in the years since you’ve been there. Though he was undeniably good looking, with the build of a Greek God and long lashes you were incredibly jealous of, you never saw Steve as anything other than the brother you never had.

At the time you met he was dating a girl from the building, Lillian Nguyen from accounting. You hadn’t seen much of her in person, just through the photos Steve showed you with adoration on his phone. When he began talking about looking for engagement rings you were thrilled but that excitement was replaced with anger and confusion when Steve found out Lillian was cheating on him.

He was extremely hurt and became guarded afterwards, not wanting to put himself out there again. His lack of socializing worked with your lack of a social life and on the rare occasion you had a moment free from school work Steve would often come over and hang out to binge watch shows you needed to catch up to on Netflix while you ate pizza.

The paper bag rustled as he pulled out a large sandwich, cup of soup and a salad, distributing napkins across the desk as he knows how much of a messy eater you can be. You grabbed the sandwich, tearing open the paper wrapping and sinking your teeth into it with a bite full of food too large for your mouth.

Steve laughed, as he stirred the broth of his soup. He’s witnessed you eating before, unapologetically shoveling food into your face especially when you were starving.

“You know the sandwich isn’t goin’ anywhere, right?” he joked.

Chewing a large mouthful, you grabbed a napkin to wipe the corner of your lips that you felt had a piece of food sticking to it.

“Steve,” you paused to take a sip of coffee, “I’m fucking starving. I ran out this morning and all I had here was a package of almonds that are not filling despite what you say.”

He asked the reason for your tardiness and you explained how you stayed at the cafe until closing to finish up your work, all because of your stupid neighbor.

“Have you tried talkin’ to him?”

You stared at Steve incredulously. “Haven’t gotten a chance. I gotta wait for the right moment. There’s no way I’m knocking on his door, not when he’s banging all of New York, who knows what I’d end up seeing.”

“D’ya want me to do it?”

It was in Steve’s nature to help and though you appreciated his offer you wanted to handle this yourself. You were the one that had to live next to the Music Man, it would be better to confront him alone.

“I understand,” he said, taking a swig from his water bottle. “You down to hang tonight?”

“Wish I could but before my time is sucked away by the next paper I really need to research where I could do my internship. I’m all registered for school but I need to submit the paperwork for where I’ll be doing my hours and I’m running out of time.”

“You should talk to my buddy Sam. Maybe he could get you in at the hospital.”

Sam was Steve’s friend from the gym. They’d work out together, turning everything into a friendly competition to see who could run faster or lift more. Sam was also a doctor in the emergency department of Metro-General so he might have connections. It was worth a shot so you asked Steve to text him. Still you planned on searching for more backups to be safe.

Before the hour was over Steve left to head back downstairs to the security desk and you continued your work for Ms. Hill. You had evolved to working closer with Ms. Hill, becoming more like an executive assistant to her and when necessary Ms. Potts.

In between coordinating a meeting your phone goes off with a text from Wanda, asking if she could see you over the weekend for brunch. Ironically, she ended up moving to the city after all. There was only so far she could go with her degree at home and with her mother’s blessing she came to New York to work for The Jewish Museum.

She lived in a trendy loft on Bleecker Street, decorated with her signature eclectic style. Woven rugs hung like tapestries on the wall, plants hanging down from macramé holders in front of the large windows. Her furniture was an odd mix of plush velvet tufted cushions and smooth leather arm chairs that somehow worked with the mid-century touches and industrial shelving.

Her apartment had more space which you envied, although you loved everything else about where you lived. The neighborhood was amazing, with great shops and a lot of different food options right at your doorstep. Everything was perfect, except your neighbor.

Responding to Wanda you let her know you could most likely make it depending on the workload you’d be getting from your Saturday class. You could not wait until that was over. Spending all day in a small, windowless room instead of enjoying the summer weekend made you miserable but you were close to the end, so, so close.

When the work day was over you went to meet Steve downstairs, walking over to the desk to say goodnight to the elderly security guard who’s been with the company since its inception.

“Any plans for the weekend Mr. Lee?”

The wiry white hairs that made up his mustache moved as he grinned. “Well, Joanie thinks my hair’s getting a bit long,” he smiled, running his fingers through his greyish-white strands. “She’ll have it trimmed before supper, I'm sure,” he laughed.

A smile graced your face whenever you listened to Mr. Lee, admiring the adoration he had for his wife. Steve has heard all of his stories more than once but he never tires of them either. Everyone loved Mr. Lee, especially Tony Stark, who continued to pay him a full time salary for the part time hours he worked.

The job was easy enough as he greeted visitors to Stark Industries, and signing them in to the building while Steve and some other employees did most of the security checks.

You and Steve bid Mr. Lee goodbye as you made your way to the subway. Steve didn’t live far from you and though he could have gotten off at a further stop he always walked with you to your building, partially to make sure you got home safely but also because he needed a distraction to get out of his head.

There were many times when you suggested he go out, not with the purpose of meeting someone but just to break up the monotony of his routine, but Steve lost his confidence after the breakup. For now, he didn’t want to be told what to do, he simply needed a friend and so you were there for him.

Wanda sat back against the chair beside the bistro table covered in shade. Her always changing hair color was light brown today, parting the silky strands perfectly down the middle. She was the definition of cool, despite the heat, wearing a loose scoop-necked tank top, slim ripped jeans and topped things off with a pair of motorcycle boots. Her neck was adorned with a few necklaces of varying lengths, one of which she never took off, a silver lightning bolt in honor of her late brother.

She and Pietro were twins with distinctly different personalities. Wanda was laid back, even as a child. She would actually stop to smell the roses that lined the garden of their backyard, whereas Pietro was always moving. He was an extraordinary multitasker that could not sit still.

Pietro had so many dreams, a full list of things he wanted to do in life but he was taken from the world too soon. Wanda wears the necklace as a reminder to live life to the fullest, knowing how quickly things can change.

Squeezing through the other tables to get to Wanda, you huff as you sit down and catch your breath, apologizing for being late.

“Wanda, I swear I’m going to kill him.”

“Who?”

“The fucking Music Man! I had to leave my own damn apartment again because of his stupid playing. Like, dude, could you not? You live in an apartment. Everyone hears you, everyone!”

Grabbing the glass of ice water you quickly drink most of it to soothe the dehydration of your mouth.

“And another thing, like does he not realize that we can all hear the girls he’s banging? Wanda, they’re so fucking loud. If they were still there right now I bet you could hear them from here.”

Wanda laughed at your accusation. “Oh, so they don’t stay the night? He’s a ‘wham, bam, thank you ma’am’ kinda guy?”

“I guess! I hear them leave, whining at his door as they’re begging to stay over. It’s so pathetic. What’s so great about this guy anyway?” you scoffed. “I wish he never moved here!”

With a final humph you opened the menu, your anger dissipating as you read the descriptions for everything you wanted, mouth salivating as you tried to decide what to choose. Wanda opted for the frittata while you decided to take out your frustrations on yourself with delicious Challah French Toast.

Wanda’s eyes widened as she watched you drown your meal in syrup. You hummed in satisfaction as you took a bite.

“Hmm, it’s not as good as the kind your mom makes,” you said.

Wanda laughed, “Uh, yeah, because she never used a whole bottle of syrup. Geez Y/N can you taste anything other than sugar?”

“Shush Wan, let me enjoy myself here.”

She rolled her eyes and shook her head at you. “Well, anyway, I wanted to tell you something exciting...” she sang, grinning widely. “Director Coulson asked me to curate an exhibit on prejudice told through Romani-Jewish art!”

“Wanda this is perfect! I’m so happy for you!” you beamed, getting up from your chair to wrap your arms around her in a proud hug.

“I know! I’m so excited. Mom’s gonna come up for the opening. I mean that’s a long time from now but fuck, I can’t wait!”

After finishing brunch you went back home to begin working on your final. It was a research paper that was worth half of your grade so you really needed to concentrate. And yet the moment the elevator doors opened to your floor you heard it, the sound of music flooding the halls coming from none other than the apartment next to yours.

Jamming your keys into the door with frustration you grunted, grabbing all the things you needed to do your work at the cafe. Your foot tapped impatiently as you waited for the elevator again. With your arms crossed over your chest you could feel your blood boiling beneath your skin, beating to the stupid rhythm of the stupid song that your stupid, inconsiderate neighbor wouldn’t stop playing.

The elevator dinged before the doors opened and you were like a bull, grunting and blowing puffs of air from your flaring nostrils as you were ready to charge into it. As the doors opened you stopped yourself from barreling into your neighbors that were inside.

“Whoa, Y/N!” Clint said, raising his hands up defensively, “Easy there.”

Clint lived on the floor above you along with his fiancée Natasha, whose arms were looped through his.

“Sorry guys,” you apologized. “Oh, wait.” Making your right hand into a fist you ran it across your chest in a few circular motions.

“Someone’s been practicing,” Natasha chimed in, signing her words along as she spoke to you.

Clint was partially deaf and though he used hearing aids he often signed, especially when he didn’t feel like talking to people, although you were one of the lucky ones he considered a friend. Still, you wanted to be able to communicate with him, even if he didn’t want to actually speak.

Clint was a history teacher who already tried to get you into his school for your internship but doubted you would be brought on board. There were apparently a lot of issues going on with the principal and Natasha surmised there was a big lawsuit in the works.

Natasha was an attorney, hoping to make partner at her current firm Nelson & Murdock. Clint never failed to praise her, nicknaming Natasha the Black Widow as he claimed watching her dismantle a witness was like watching a spider sink its venomous fangs into its prey.

“Where’re you guys off to?” you asked.

“Just going out for some ice cream,” she replied.

Clint laughed. “Some ice cream? No, I’m going out to eat a lot of ice cream,” he chuckled, rubbing his eager stomach.

Natasha poked the small protrusion of his belly through his shirt. “Listen buddy, we’ve got a wedding to plan. Easy on the ice cream.” Natasha brought her full lips to his for a kiss they both smiled through, knowing she was teasing him.

“What about you Y/N?” Clint asked.

The elevator doors opened and you walked out with them, explaining how frustrating it’s been that you’ve had to leave for the cafe to do your work all because of the new neighbor.

“Oh the Guitar Hero?” Clint joked. “Yeah, we can hear him too. Well, actually…” he drifted off smirking.

“Clint takes his hearing aids out so no, he doesn’t hear him,” Natasha filled in the information that had you bursting out with laughter.

“Can you hear the women too?” you wondered, considering their apartment was right above his.

“Yeah, kind of, that’s more muffled though. It’s probably a lot worse for you.” Natasha grimaced, catching the way she didn’t mean the words to come out.

It was true though, sharing a wall with the man that made your string lights bounce with every thrust. The sound was bad enough and thankfully your headphones helped with that but every night you had to shut your eyes, hoping you would fall asleep before he was through with them.

You had to give it to the guy though, the man had stamina. Still, you wanted to kill him. At least you were friends with a lawyer...

The next few days have the same result, with you coming home dead tired from work, hoping you’d be able to stay home to work on your final to no avail. You tried using the headphones in your apartment but it didn’t help. The sound was mostly blocked out but your mind couldn’t focus on anything but the anger you held towards the neighbor, knowing he was playing that same song over and over again.

You might as well live in the cafe since you’ve practically paid them your rent in coffee and pastries over the last month. You were burning out quickly and Steve decided you needed a break, bringing over pizza and beer.

Opening up the box, you smiled, staring at the bubbling cheese.

“Ahh, pizza, my one true love,” you said, plating slices for you and Steve.

Your small table was always covered in textbooks, mail and other paperwork you needed to tend to, so you and Steve took your usual spots on the couch.

After working at Stark Industries for a few months you made enough money that allowed you to finally buy much needed furniture. You adored your light grey couch, adorned with blush colored throw pillows. You threw the fuzzy white blanket over the side of the couch, not serving much purpose during the summer months other than to look like it was naturally left on the cushion in a perfectly styled manner for display.

Pushing aside the candlesticks that sat on your coffee table, you set down actual coasters for the bottles Steve opened, not wanting to ruin the veneer of the grey wood top of your rustic coffee table. A small accent rug helped define the space you declared as the living room, despite having your bed within arm’s reach beside you.

Against the brick wall is your TV, sitting atop a modern white stand with shelves for storage you’ve packed to the brim. Beside it, a large antique floor mirror leans against the brick. It was as tall as Steve who helped bring it to your apartment after you found it at a flea market. However, the thing you cherished most was the artwork of the Brooklyn Bridge that hung above your couch, painted by Steve as a gift to you.

“So,” he said, chewing quickly to swallow the food in his mouth. “I talked to Sam. He said it would be cool for you to call him about the internship.”

“Oh yeah. You really think he could help or is this just a rouse to give him my number?” you half-joked.

Steve laughed deeply, wiping away a bit of oil the pizza leaked onto his chin. “Nah, it’s definitely about the internship but I wouldn’t put it past Sam if he tried to take you out. Lord knows he’s been on my case about it with you since I met ‘im.”

“Does he not think guys and girls can have a friendship without romance involved?”

“I can’t speak for him… probably not though.”

You laughed before getting up for another slice. You hoped Sam would be able to help with the internship, no strings attached. He didn’t seem like that type of guy anyway, and all of Steve’s friends were good people so you weren’t worried.

As the Music Man began his one man band you had to gradually increase the volume of your television; your anger rising with every click of the remote. It was no longer enjoyable to watch the action movie you and Steve put on, having to raise the volume for higher to hear the dialogue and scramble to lower the blasting noise of car screeching and explosions. When you couldn’t take it anymore you called it a night.

“Guess you haven’t spoken to him?” Steve asked the question he clearly knew the answer to.

“Soon,” you said hopefully, not knowing when the day might come.

As the sun began to rise on the early Saturday morning you were getting ready for class. With your closet open you debated on what to wear when you heard a voice from the other side of the wall.

“Hi ma… Things are good… and Dad…”

He must have been walking around the apartment as you heard most of the words.

“I know…Leaving now…”

You heard the undoing of his locks and the front door creaking open. Shit! Your first moment to speak to the Music Man alone and you’re standing in your underwear. There’s definitely no way you would approach him now. Instead you raced to the door to try and catch a glimpse of what he looked like but it was too late.

Huffing in frustration you continued to get dressed and within fifteen minutes you were ready to leave. The elevator dinged as you shut your door, inserting your key to turn the deadbolt, unaware of the form that was moving closer towards you, not until you heard the whistling of a familiar tune.

Your heart pounded furiously in your chest, as if that tune was part of a psychological experiment, like Pavlov’s dog but instead of salivating you wanted to punch something.

“Hey neighbor.”

The soft voice of the Music Man broke you from your vision of punching through your shared wall and destroying his instruments. With a calming inhale you turned around to face him.

“I’m Bucky.”

You didn’t respond, you couldn’t. The breath was stolen from your lungs as you stared directly into the kindest, bluest eyes you had ever seen. All the anger left your body, replaced by the softness of his pink lips that reminded you of flowers in full bloom.

He was tall and lean, but your eyes did not miss the bulge of his biceps that showed through his cotton t-shirt. In his hand was a coffee cup, gripped under his long fingers. His hair was dark and pulled back into a low sloppy bun, with a loose piece falling beside his smile.

His hand was extended towards you and you weren’t sure how long it had been. It felt like you were staring at him for hours, or was it only seconds. Did time really stop moving the moment you finally saw him? You broke yourself out of your trance to shake his hand and introduce yourself.

“It’s nice to meet you Y/N. I just moved in. Well not just, but not long ago,” Bucky said.

Yeah I know. I hear you every night. You remembered your frustration and tried to assemble the sentence in your head of how to confront him.

“You ever get coffee from the place on the corner?” he asked, gesturing to the cup in his hand. “The line was crazy long but worth it, it’s delicious.”

“Yeah, once or twice but I’m usually at the Grind House. They’re open late and that’s where I have to go to study because… uh…” you stammered for a moment, “...your guitar playing is too distracting.”

You chewed on your bottom lip, wondering why you felt uncomfortable when he was the one who was being a bad neighbor.

Bucky’s face dropped with guilt. “I’m so sorry, I had no idea.”

“It’s alright,” you lied, not knowing why you said that. Pulling more confidence out of midair you continued, “It’s just that the walls are so thin and I’m in school, well I work full time too, but I’ve just got a lot on my plate and honestly I’m not sure how much longer I can afford the coffee shop every night.”

You chuckled to lighten up the conversation, continuing to ramble before giving him a chance to speak. “So, um, if you wouldn’t mind, maybe you could practice during the day instead or weekends are mostly fine. I’m actually heading to class now so I’ll be gone all day.” Great, give him your whole schedule why don’t you.

With nerves getting the better of you, you turned on your heel quickly saying it was nice to meet him. Briskly making your way towards the elevator you pressed the button furiously in hopes it would get to your floor faster.

Once inside you let out a big sigh and waved your hand in front of your slightly sweaty, heated face. Bucky seemed like he genuinely wasn’t aware of the noise he was making, and the way you passive aggressively called him out on it made you feel like shit.

But what was worse was knowing there was a face, a drop dead gorgeous face that is responsible for making the women of New York scream in ecstasy every night. It was going to be very difficult to concentrate in class today.

Getting home later that afternoon you were anxious to make something to eat, but more anxious about Bucky, hoping you wouldn’t run into him again. As you opened your door your foot slid on something and as you looked down you saw a small envelope with your name written on it.

Inside was a $50 gift card to The Grind House with a little note. I’m truly sorry about the noise. –Bucky

Your mouth opened in shock at the realization that Bucky did this nice gesture for you, and worse, you were going to have to thank him.

PART 3

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes series

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angeltrapz · 3 years ago

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ok saw asks!!! bcuz i have Amanda on th brain rn i wd like ur take on her interacting w Lawrence? personally idk how much she knew of his involvement bc she implies in 3 tht Lynn was entirely John's choice, but i also think th idea of her Knowing + deliberately not telling Hoffman is extremely funny. Hoffman cant come 2 th weekly disciple meeting bcuz hes got Cop Business so he misses Lawrence's introduction + Amanda is just like "sure John of course ill tell Mark that we got a new friend :)" and just never does. LOVE that thought

dhgsdkj thank u!!

it Is extremely funny 2 think that she just. knows but refuses to tell Hoffman + THAT'S why Hoffman doesn't know who Lawrence is until he jabs him w the needle + takes off the pig mask lmao omg. just like "oh yeah of course I'll tell Mark we have a new teammate don't worry abt it!" and she Never Does dkjkdsg??

okay but 2 Seriously answer yr question. when I think abt it I always think that like. it wld b pretty hard fr John 2 keep them frm each other given how integral Lawrence's participation is in every game from SAW II onward? 'cause like we know Amanda helps w the kidnapping process + placing them in their traps, which one CLD argue would only mean she wld see them after Lawrence would do his thing but. I feel like she'd be vaguely aware? bc she wld also then have 2 know that he survived his game, given that she helped set it up - we know that she'd AT LEAST know his name.

to elaborate on th idea that only HOFFMAN doesn't know (both bc it's fucking hilarious + actually how I view things happening jdkhfksd), I feel like Amanda + Lawrence's interactions wld be rather limited. in canon, Lawrence becomes a disciple after John "rehabilitates" him or whtever he wants 2 call it, but I feel he'd have to be aware of Amanda, too - both that she is also a disciple + SHE'S th one who helped get him in the bathroom in th first place. as grateful as Lawrence seems to feel toward John + as much as he believes in John's "work," I feel like that wld be smth he'd have to work thru: working side by side w someone who had a direct hand in basically destroying yr life as u knew it. n I feel like Amanda wld know that, n as such she'd want to keep her distance bc she can't predict how this man will act/what he will do, even if he is technically on her side. so like. things wld def be tense btwn them until Lawrence has had some time 2 process his new life + what tht means for him, and until the two of them can have some sort of talk/acknowledgement of that.

though I will say that their roles kind of imply they'd at least see a good bit of each other. Amanda scouts, in a way, helps subdue & bring ppl in, which wld then be brought to Lawrence fr any medical procedures they feel r needed (such as sewing th key behind Michael's eye in II) so it'd definitely be like a "hey did u bring some1?" sort of thing. Mark is muscle of course so like I know he def helped on tht end (I believe Amanda is th one who caught Lawrence in the parking garage but like it wld be SO much funnier if Hoffman was the one crawling around) but IDK if he rly Saw Lawrence bc. Cop Business. so he'd just kinda b like "here u go" n bring ppl to Amanda n then peace out 'cause he's gotta keep tht reputation of Respected Detective. we know he also might've messed w traps themselves as well (like The Rack in III), which wld definitely keep him separate from Lawrence bc Lawrence had No Involvement in designing/setting up traps. tht was strictly a John/Hoffman/Amanda endeavour.

as fr how they'd feel abt each other? it's really dependent on how u view thm as characters. Lawrence, after he becomes a disciple, believes that what John is doing is truly helpful and truly has the capability to change lives; he devotes himself 2 it, shows countless times tht he has complete faith in John + his methods, so much so that John left a tape fr him telling him to look after Jill + to act on his behalf if smth were to happen to her. he calls Lawrence his greatest asset. his trust in John + the Jigsaw legacy is unwavering.

Amanda, however, has been shown several times to act directly against John's beliefs, such as constructing inescapable traps (Kerry) or rigging others' games (Adam). th breakdown she has in III I think showcases the disconnect between her love fr John as a mentor/father figure, and the realization that not only is John entirely hypocritical and doesn't stay true to his own beliefs half th time, he truly has shown no regard fr her safety + has only been using her to further the agenda that was built upon a fragile foundation 2 begin with. u've mentioned this b4 too but John always liked 2 say that if u can anticipate the human mind, then nothing is up 2 chance - which wld mean that he KNEW Xavier might throw Amanda into the Needle Pit to get out of it. he KNEW Daniel was just a fucking kid and was perfectly fine w putting him in very real danger to get back at some1 he felt like needling fr the express purpose of provocation and nothing else. he KNEW Laura, a woman she'd formed a bond w and pretty much swore to protect th minute she woke up and saw her crying in the corner, could begin to seize n choke on her own vomit and die in that house. he knew all of those things, ENCOURAGED the belief that smth was wrong w her because she wasn't "fixed" as he had claimed, and it's so unfortunate that she doesn't realize that sooner (I fully agree that she deserved to lose her shit completely on John. it's what he deserved! it's what SHE deserved!!!) but she still Does before she dies (which, again, I Don't think should've happened. she didn't deserve 2 go out like tht + she deserved so much more of her story being told).

so there's the conflict of beliefs between thm. I think Amanda definitely starts out like Lawrence does, completely devoted + believing every word John says, but thru II we can see that certainty begin to falter n her faith in John is completely shaken by the end. I don't think Lawrence wld Know she felt tht way until after she died, if he ever finds out at all, bc I doubt that's smth she'd want to express. it's not even smth she discusses w John himself until III, in which she's already made up her mind to shoot Lynn as a final act of misguided disobedience. I still think tht Lawrence wld feel fr her in some way, though, bc even b4 he became a disciple he was rather horrified when Sing + Tapp had him sit thru her testimony; his feelings would change on this a lil, bc he'd see it as her rebirth (as she once did too), but I still feel like he'd want 2 like. watch over her a little. not super directly, + not because he felt threatened by her presence or anything like that, but because they're in this together n I'm sure John's told him abt some of the circumstances regarding how she came to be a disciple after her game as well. I feel like he wld definitely be saddened by her passing, bc I feel he'd come 2 respect her at least a bit, but fr him it's like. they have 2 keep moving. John is gone now too, smth I'm sure was probably a pretty huge blow fr Lawrence, and now he has to put his energy into making sure Hoffman stays unaware of him. just in case he has to act on that warning John gave him abt Jill. but he wld still miss Amanda n wld mourn her, to be sure.

I don't think they'd be close or anything like tht. kind of just friendly coworkers who only see each other every once in a while, passing thru the doors of each other's lives with a nod and a wave and maybe a greeting if they're feeling up 2 it. they're not too involved. Amanda can't tell u tht Lawrence's favourite flowers are sunflowers. Lawrence can't tell u tht Amanda's favourite smell is lavender or tht her favourite colour is a deep, almost greyish purple. but they're connected thru John, thru their work, n that still means smth to both of them, at least in some manner. when Amanda dies, Lawrence grieves. Jill pays for her headstone n Lawrence makes sure to bring fresh flowers every once in a while, but he has to hold his head up n keep walking. now tht John's gone, there's work to be done.

and someone's gotta keep an eye on Hoffman.

#saw #amanda #lawrence #mandy makes me so fucking sad she deserved so much better #mainly to go ape shit on john #but just. better in general #tysm!!! I don't often get 2 talk abt mandy dkjfkds #yr right it is MUCH funnier 2 consider tht mandy n lawrence knew each other but nobody told hoffman abt lawrence #tht's what u get mr. hoffman!!#long post kinda? not as much as my other ones but #u know #asks

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danganronpa87 · 4 years ago

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Chapter 1 - Class Trial Part 1

As the announcement played, my heart dropped. We were out of time. Hopefully the other groups found something useful...

I nodded to the others as I went to make my way to the day room as Monoshima told instructed us to. I wanted to believe we'd get out of this easily... but something... something in me doubted it. Things would go wrong, and we'd all die here...

Too late to think about it now...

Once I reached the day room, I looked around, but didn't see Monoshima anywhere. Hadn't he told us to head to the day room?

Suddenly, I heard a cry, and the sound of someone falling.

Daika was on the ground, one of the bookshelves open to reveal a secret passage!

"U-uhm... I... think I found something..." He spoke softly, going to pull himself up and walk down the dark hallway the passage revealed.

I followed, the others quickly joining me. This was... strange... a secret passage in an old hospital? What purpose would something like that serve? I didn't really understand...

Eventually, we found ourselves in front of an elevator. The doors opened, and Daika stepped inside.

"Is this thing safe...?" I followed him inside.

Daika shrugged, and as everyone boarded the elevator...

We began to descend.

"...you're nervous, aren't you?" Siandi glanced up. "I can tell. But I understand... I'm nervous too."

I nodded with a soft gulp. "...this could be it... where we all die. If we get it wrong... we die, don't we?"

"Hey... we won't die, we're going to find the culprit and avenge Akemi. Alright? I'm sure the others found plenty of damning evidence." She put a hand on my shoulder.

"Yeah... we can do this..." I smiled.

The elevator clicked to a stop, the doors opening.

I took a deep breath and stepped out.

For Akemi... we would find the culprit. We'll find who did this... who killed her in such a brutal way... for her sake... and our sake... we can't lose hope!

CLASS TRIAL: IN SESSION

×××

We entered the trial room and stood at our podiums. It felt... out of place here, almost. The walls were freshly painted... unlike the walls of the normal building. They were silver in colour, large tinted windows made of multicoloured stained glass snaking from the floor to the ceiling.

It just seemed... unsettling.

Monoshima instructed us to stand at our podiums, and we followed.

"Let's begin with an explanation. You all will use the evidence you found in the murder to try and convict someone of being the culprit. If you get it right, only the culprit is punished. If not, everyone else is punished instead, and the culprit goes free. Understood?"

"...punished?" Casia spoke up.

"Executed."

Casia shifted uncomfortably at her podium, everyone else seeming uneasy.

"....so... we either find the culprit... or die..." The words sent a shiver down my spine. I... had a feeling something would go wrong.

"...where do we begin...? I... I've never had a trial before..." Shou fidgeted with her tiara, frowning as she looked around the room.

"I suggest we start with the discussion of the body," As expected, Siandi took charge. "Akemi was killed by several puncture wounds to the throat, by a small weapon. She was found in the storage room this morning, and was killed just after midnight."

"Mhm... that's what the file said." I nodded apprehensively.

"One thing I find strange... the murderer must have attempted to cover up their tracks by locking the storage room door."

"Someone... locked the door?" Neru looked surprised.

"I tend to take walks around the establishment at around 2 A.M. Something bothered me about the storage room, so I decided to check inside. It was locked."

"...why were you even outside of your room that late? That's just asking to be a suspect or a victim-!" Sora crossed her arms. "So what if you're the culprit!"

Siandi sighed heavily. "Suzuki... it's insomnia. I can't help it. Taking walks is my way of trying to tire myself back out so I can sleep."

"Still-! That doesn't prove anything!"

"Sora, I was with her. I can prove she did nothing except show me a bit of evidence she found." I held up my monopad, where I'd taken a picture of the blue hairs we'd found.

"...fine. But if there's damning evidence against you? That's your faults for not listening to me." She muttered something else, huffing.

"....anyway. Siandi and I found blue hair in the doorway of the bathroom. We think... it may have to do with the case."

Oakley looked up. "Speaking of the bathroom... I saw... a silhouette of someone? Standing in the doorway... it was dark, and I had my glasses off... but it was definitely a person."

"When did you see them?" Siandi leaned forward. "How tall were they?"

"Uhm... definitely taller than me. Maybe... 5'10 to over six foot? I saw them at around 10:15, but I soon went back into my room so I couldn't get a second glance at them."

"Thank you, Oakley, that was very helpful." Siandi smiled.

Kune seemed to perk up.

"....I would like to bring up Neru and Zekou's collective alibis. Their stories do not sit right with me." Chiyo glanced at the two. "Neru happened to just conveniently be in the storage room just after nighttime, where Akemi was murdered. Nobody saw him leave except for Zekou and maybe Akemi, and the only one who can prove his alibi is dead."

"If Neru's story was correct, Zekou was with him, he can prove Neru didn't do anyt—"

"I've watched the two and I don't doubt Zekou would lay his life down if it meant letting Neru escape."

"But he did leave the storage room-! He grabbed some wood, and we headed out before 10:30!"

"But we have no way of proving that, do we? So Neru is a suspect. He fits the descriptions both Siandi and Oakley gave as well. He has vibrant blue hair, as well as being over 6'0. Am I correct?"

"...well... yes... I'm 6'1. But I didn't do it. I swear on my life I only entered that room to grab some spare wood-!"

"You could have stabbed Akemi and left her to bleed out. I'm sure from the small wounds, she wouldn't have died instantly. You had plenty of time to cover up your tracks before leaving with Zekou."

"Listen, I-"

"You were also in the kitchen for the longest time yesterday. You could've easily slipped a fork into your pocket and used it as a weapon. We did find a bloody fork at the crime scene, after all."

"....no... I don't think that's right." Kitsuya spoke up, looking away.

"...I'm sorry?"

"It wouldn't have taken nearly 2 hours for Akemi to bleed out. From the amount of stabs in her neck, she definitely would've died sooner than she had, according to the Monoshima File."

"And you know this how?"

"....Listen. Neru is... to put this frankly... a sweetheart. He's social. If Zekou's telling the truth, he most likely made small talk with Akemi while he was in there. Neru's friends with everyone. People here like him. It doesn't sit right with me that he would just... do something like this."

"You're going off of belief alone. So... your point is?" Tomiko sighed softly.

"....besides. Zekou is constantly by Neru's side. If Neru had been hiding in the bathroom... where would Zekou have been? If he was with Neru... wouldn't Oakley have seen Zekou too?" Kitsuya turned to face them both.

"I only saw one person... I never saw anyone behind them or next to them... and when the announcement played, I followed shortly after Neru and Zekou. I can confirm they went straight for the storage room." He nodded.

"....so that's why I think Neru isn't the culprit."

"With two peoples' accounts.. I believe we have discussed enough to rule off Neru as a possible culprit." Siandi nodded. "Which going off of blue hair... leaves Shinto, Kune, and possibly Daika."

"....his hair is more greyish blue though." Casia raised an eyebrow. "Doesn't... really make sense..."

"It's only a hypothesis. We can't take any risks. Actually... Monoshima?"

"Yes?"

"Is there a time limit to how long a class trial can take?"

"I'm not sure... I'll say no. Just keep it within reason. You've already been at this for a half hour."

"We have plenty of time to discuss all possible culprits then." Siandi crossed her arms.

"...Kune, Shinto. I would like your alibis."

"I was with Oakley in his room. The only time we were separated is when he stepped out in the hallway." Kune immediately spoke up.

"I can confirm-! He was with me..."

"...Shinto, your alibi?"

"...I was in my room. Reading." He spoke coldly, making eye contact.

"Can anyone prove your alibi?"

"...No."

"Then you're still on our list of suspects... Daika, do you have an alibi either?"

Daika shook his head.

"....they're both being... quiet..." Takeshi muttered softly, shaking his head. He was still wearing his hood.

"...near silent for Shinto. Daika... has participated somewhat..." Kichiro tapped his chin. "Wait-! We haven't... even determined the murder weapon, have we-?"

"...you're right...! I completely missed that-!" Siandi crossed her arms. "We found a box of nails... and a fork... both were nearly the same size... and both were bloody." She sighed.

"....wasn't the fork bigger?" Tomiko looked up. "...than what the file said at least."

"I still think the murderer used the fork. It would be much more practical than nails." Chiyo spoke.

"I think the nails would make more sense... after all, the wounds were kinda spread out..." Neru suggested.

Siandi cleared her throat. "But the fork had more blood on it, didn't it? The nails were put back, presumably as a red herring."

"I...I agree with Neru..." Zekou glanced away.

I decided to give my opinion. "....I believe the nails are more likely to be the murder weapon... I guess we're split on what the weapon could b—"

"...split?"

Everyone looked up.

"I heard the word split. This means... we'll have a special kind of debate!"

Monoshima pressed a button.

Suddenly, we felt the podiums start to shift from under us, moving to the left to make two rows.

"...and how do we start this debate?" Siandi crossed her arms.

"Easy! Just bring up your views and try to seem like you're right."

"...okay. So, I think the murder weapon is the fork. It would be much more practical to use, since the nails are so small. Besides, even if it is a little bigger than what the Monoshima File said, it is hard to determine an exact size for the wounds. They were tiny." Siandi looked at me.

I nodded. "That is true, but it is possible to stab someone to death with just nails. But the wounds were also sporadic, and don't line up with the fork prongs."

"...but the fork had more blood on it." Chiyo tapped her foot.

"....I assume Akemi wasn't killed slowly, so the wounds weren't lined up evenly in groups of three. If she had been murdered with the fork, the wounds wouldn't be as sporadic," Kitsuya explained. "So I believe the nails are the murder weapon."

"...then why were the nails put back?" Kichiro asked.

"Easy. To cover up it being the murder weapon and making the fork seem like the obvious choice." Tomiko leaned on her podium.

"....I believe you are right." Siandi smiled. "So, the nails are the murder weapon... that does not get us closer to our culprit, but it does help."

I smiled back. "Let's go back to the topic of the blue hair-"

"Wait. I have an idea." Kitsuya interrupted.

"...?"

"....what if... Akemi herself... was the culprit?"

"A suicide-? That makes no sense." Chiyo huffed.

"In fact, suicides have a special rule! If a person does take their own life, the person they were closest to will be executed in place of a culprit."

Our monopads made a beep, signaling a new rule had been added.

"...how does it not make sense-?! She could've stabbed herself with the nails-!"

"So she camped out in the storage room for three hours? It doesn't make sense. Why was there someone waiting in the bathroom then? Where did the bloody fork come from?"

Kitsuya went silent.

"....anyway. I think I have an idea of who the culprit is..." Siandi blinked.

"...Already?" Takeshi looked up.

"....Retku, I'm pretty sure you know what I'm about to say."

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madrut16 · 5 years ago

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Premeditated Part 1 (AdrianxMC)

Author’s Note: This is by far the darkest thing I have written! And yes I know my preview had no hint of that, I didn’t want to give too much away. So, this is my warning that it gets really sad and horrifying. I was a little disturbed that I was actually writing this but, this theory has been nagging at me since Book 1 and I had to write it.

Pairing: AdrianxMC

Rating: R (A significant amount of violence and murder)

Summary: Isabel discovers first hand who was really responsible for the death of Adrian’s family.

Word Count: 2550

@endlesshero1122 @kinda-iconic @brightpinkpeppercorn @desiree-0816 @flyawayboo @tabithacarlisle @galaxyside-0 @sucker4aslowburn

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At first, everything is pitch black. That’s how all the visions start now, as an overture for the main feature. She first smells the fresh air mixed with gunsmoke and feels the cool breeze tickling her skin and already she can tell that this is somewhere familiar, somewhere she's been before. It slowly comes into focus and she lets out a strained gasp.

The cabin...

Immediately dread coils in her stomach, suspecting that whatever she would see wouldn’t be good. Yet, the scene before her isn’t sad or frightening at all, in fact, it’s purely domestic.

The full moon illuminates the cabin with a silvery light and that mixes with the soft, golden glow of a kerosene lamp. Her eyes first fixate on a younger woman, around the same age as her in 18th-century dress, humming to herself as she kneaded a loaf of bread.

A movement soon catches her eye and Isabel looks to the woman’s right where a small boy was sitting on the floor a few feet away and her heart skips a beat as she recognizes the identity almost immediately.

“Ch--Charles...”

Of course, no one could hear her, since she’s merely a fly on the wall. Even if they did, they would barely be able to understand her in her drugged-like state. Adrian was right about one thing, the kid was adorable. And he looked remarkably like his father too, even at that tender age. That means that the woman had to be Eleanor--his wife.

She quickly realizes that it was just the two of them for now with Adrian gone somewhere. Every minute or so, a loud crack could vaguely be heard and faint screaming and shouting that was the unmistakable sound of war.

“I hope your father is alright,” Eleanor said looking at her son as her forehead creased with concern. “He shall be late for supper again with the fighting going on this long.”

The toddler blinked at her in confusion before returning to the rocks in front of them which he was playing with gleefully.

His mother let out an anxious sigh. “Tis good you are unaware Charlie. The British nearly have us surrounded now! I pray all will be right eventually. Your father doubts we have the blessing of the Lord. We must believe him. Hope is our greatest defense. That we shall focus on.”

A delicate smile appeared on her lips as she returned to her task. However, Isabel could see through the tension in her arms that she was still nervous. Eleanor finished up shaping the dough into a ball and left it on the counter, brushing her hands on the white apron. Then, she went over to Charles and crouched down beside the boy, who looked up at her with a cheeky grin.

“Tis late my child, I ought to get you to sleep.”

His small forehead scrunched into a pout as she picked him up, a tiny frown gracing his tiny face. “No.”

She responded with a sympathetic look as she ignored his protests. Just as she went to take him to the single bedroom, the sound of a man's boots approaching stopped her. She turned toward the sound but there was no one to be seen. Shaking her head in bewilderment, she resumed placing the child in the small, hand-built crib and kissed his forehead.

"Sleep, my child. Father will see you when he is home," she whispered before slowly walking away as Charlie continued to fuss.

An abrupt knock cut through the silence just as Eleanor reentered the main living area. Her brows creased once more and she grabbed a broom as a precaution. She approached the front door just as the person outside pounded another more persistent knock. Finally, Eleanor opened it and her eyes widen seeing the man's uniform.

"No," Isabel murmurs in disbelief. "It can't...be."

But it was. Even though the hair was tucked underneath his hat, she feels like she’s known that face for ages.

Gaius Augustine.

"How do you do?" he said to Eleanor, his distinct voice as clear as day. However there was one difference: it sounded tired, hoarse. As if he were using a considerable amount of energy. It also sounded exaggerated, enough for Isabel to tell that it was fake.

"Good evening to you sir. Can I help you?"

"May I come in? I am an acquaintance of your husband, Adrian Raines. From the fighting."

This caused Eleanor to gasp and immediately step to the side. "Of course! Has something happened?" she asked, her already pale face become sheet white. "Is he alright?"

Crossing the threshold, his boots creaked on the floorboards as he entered. Even though Isabel's mind is the only part of her in the room, she can still feel his presence. He consumed the space without even trying.

"Oh no, I did not mean to distress you," he told her shaking his head. A small, almost undetectable laugh partially escapes before his caught it and his serious demeanor returned. "He is fine. I, however, am not quite so," he reassured her before grimacing.

It’s then that Isabel noticed the dark stain that covered the white undershirt that peaked out of his uniform.

"Oh no!" Eleanor exclaimed, observing the mark also. "That looks not good at all. Here, why don't you sit over there and I will fetch something to treat it."

Gaius did as he was told, letting no other cracks appear out of his armor. "You are too kind Mrs. Raines, thank you!"

"Of course, sir. Although, I beg you to be as quiet as possible. My son has gone to sleep for the night."

A trace of a smile briefly graced his lips. "My apologies."

"Tis alright sir, I will be back shortly."

She disappeared from view for a moment to get whatever medicinal supplies they had. As soon as he was left alone on the wooden bench next to the fireplace, a slow, evil smile spread across Gaius's face. He stripped off the soldier's uniform in several quick motions revealing the all-black attire Isabel has seen so many times. In his standard form, he stood and waited for the woman to come back, his eyes already flickering from their greyish blue to bright red.

"No. Not...him. Can't be...him," Isabel stammers, her subdued state from the vision barely allowing her to slur together a full sentence.

It was too early. Adrian said that he had made his move after his family was already dead. But, now it's clear that he was mistaken. Was Adrian misled about who did it? Or did he simply block the memory out and replace it himself? Both possibilities fill her heart with a pang of immense sadness and instantly she becomes nauseous.

"Please...no. Don't...make...me..."

She desperately wills herself to snap out of the vision with no luck. Her mind is determined to make her an unwitting spectator to the killing she knew was inevitable.

After what seemed like an eternity, Eleanor returned carrying a metal bucket full of water and a cloth and seeing Gaius in his true form, she froze. Seconds later she dropped the bucket and as the water spilled out across the floor she let out a shrill scream.

This seemed to enthuse him even more. “I like it when you scream, it makes your demise more entertaining.”

“Why? Why are you doing this?” the young woman cried.

“You have what I need...what I crave. Quite simply a means to an end. Although I will admit, this is more than a normal hunt for me. See, what I desire of your husband, the grand future I envision...it, unfortunately, requires that you meet your demise. Both of you.”

The meaning hit Eleanor the same time it reaches Isabel. The latter can only manage a few groans in protest, for the memory takes more of her energy as it grows in intensity.

As Gaius’s glowing red eyes bore into his victim, Eleanor’s gaze moved towards the bedroom and started moving near it protectively.

"I do not think that will help you," he told her menacingly.

"Please, I beg of you!" she sobbed, tears streaming down her face. "Do not harm my son!"

A sinister laugh echoed throughout the entire cabin. “No can do. Blood from the young has always been a particular...delicacy of mine. And more importantly, there is nothing you can do to stop me."

The hunger that he had been restraining came to the surface at once and baring his fangs, the vampire made his move. In a flash, Gaius traversed the gap between them and forcibly grabbed Eleanor, pinning her to the ground hard.

"Hhhhhh….," Isabel whimpered, the vision manifesting itself physically--a painful electric current of remembrance running through her.

She wants to make it stop but it’s too strong for her to resist. And so she writhes in agony as the horrific scene plays out.

Gaius began the slow and merciless assault, tearing into Eleanor's thigh causing her to scream in pain. Soon, her cries were mixed with the fearful wailing from Charles in the open bedroom behind her. He made his way up her body leaving a crimson red trail in his path. Eventually, Eleanor began to quiet as she hovered on the brink of consciousness, a purposeful tactic by Gaius to draw out the suffering before he went for the kill.

Eleanor's weakened gaze came to rest on the wooden ceiling above. There was no longer fear in her eyes, but an overwhelming sadness having resigned herself to her fate.

"A-Adrian I-I am sorry I...could not...protect him," she stammered, her breathing labored from the gaping wounds all over her torso and legs. "Please...know that I...love you...and will wait for you...to join me...once more...soon. Yet if you...somehow survive...do not...dwell on me...on us. Move on...live...tis quite alright with me."

Gaius appeared to be enjoying his victim's last dying words. Of course, he could have left her like that, with the amount of blood still coming out, she would certainly die from that alone. But that was not what he wanted, he wanted to decide exactly when she would take her last breath.

Soon his impatience and insatiable thirst overtook his love of dramatics. He rose, his greedy eyes honing in on her exposed neck. The only part of her left untouched.

"At last...," he said softly, petting her hair with a blood-soaked hand as she sputtered and gasped beneath him. Then, he hissed and sank his sharp teeth right into her carotid, eliciting an ear-splitting scream from her as he continued to tear her apart.

Isabel cries out hysterically, her body continuing to spasm in blistering pain as Eleanor inevitably began to weaken until she fell limp in Gaius's arms, drained and mutilated. He stood up and left her there, lying in a giant pool of her own blood. He wiped his face which was stained red and moved methodically, coldly towards the open bedroom behind the mother who died trying to protect it.

"No...please..."

Again, the Bloodkeeper's pleas are useless and the vision follows Gaius's bloodsoaked footsteps. She saw little Charles, still wailing profusely. And her heart shatters when she figures out why. From the crib, there was a decent view of Eleanor's body. Lifeless and drowning in red puddles and smears.

"Ch-charlie..." Her words barely intelligible, the shooting pain still running through her.

She saw Gaius approach the young boy and the look in his eyes was of pure thirst. He wasn't going to draw it out this time. He quickly grabbed the terrified toddler and immediately he sank into the child’s tiny neck.

"NO!!!!!"

A guttural sob erupts as Isabel watches Charlie's shrieking violently stops. The intense burn that shoots through her is almost unbearable.

"Isabel! Wake up! Isabel!"

Lily.

The voice interjects through, calling to her. In a flash of bright white, she’s ripped out of the memory. Gasping, she finds herself still on the couch in her apartment where she was when the vision took hold, the blistering pain slowly turning into tiny electric tingles. As her eyes adjust she sees her best friend standing over her fretfully.

“Iz! What happened? Are you okay?”

Isabel shakes her head, still sobbing profusely.

“Please, let me forget!” she begs. A few weeks earlier, she had started to remember what her visions contained and this one joins the mental archive. It only takes seconds for this latest memory to implant itself for good. "No...it...it's real!"

As soon as she speaks, an overwhelming wave of nausea hits her, the haunting images making her physically repulsed. She sprints to the bathroom just in time to reach the toilet.

Vaguely she hears Lily come in after her. "Isabel?! You’re scaring me, what's going on?”

"He...he killed them! That lying, bastard," she exclaims her voice raspy as her face twists in anger before she turns and throws up once more.

Before her friend can ask any more questions, a loud, persistent knock sounds and she springs up to go answer it. “Thank God you’re here, I didn’t know what else to do!”

“It’s alright, my last meeting just got out when you called. Where is she?” Kamilah demands, rushing into the small apartment.

“In here!”

Her friend quickly leads the council member to the bathroom. Her eyes fall on Isabel and she freezes, frowning in concern. “Oh my. What happened?”

“I-I don’t know!” Lily stammers. "When she came out of it, she was hysterical. I think she saw something. Something that obviously disturbed her.”

“A memory?” Kamilah asks.

Isabel opens her mouth to speak but, as soon as she does, her head starts to throb painfully and she nods with a wince. “Adrian’s family...I saw them. Oh god, where...where is he?”

“In Cambodia...he doesn’t get back until tonight remember?” Lily replies, her brows creasing.

In her delirium, Isabel remembers chatting with him that morning. After a second her face pales impossibly more than it already has and another round of heaving starts, but nothing besides spit comes out. At this point, it’s all mental.

Groaning she leans against the cool porcelain, beginning to shake uncontrollably. “He--he doesn’t know! What really happened to them...o-or he...he can’t remember.”

“What do you mean?” Kamilah tilts her head slightly, brows creasing.

Isabel’s face suddenly became flush with anger. “They weren’t killed by the British! Eleanor...she let him in...he was wearing a patriot uniform.”

Both vampires stare at her in shock.

“Did you recognize who it was?”

She nods at them, her jaw clenched. She hesitates, not wanting to speak it into existence, knowing that it will be painful.

“Isabel...tell me. Who was it?”

The assistant meets her equally intense stare.

“Gaius.”

Lily’s mouth falls open.

Meanwhile, Kamilah’s eyes widen, a mixture of sadness, fear, and anger all converging at once. “You’re sure?” she whispers.

“Positive,” Isabel answers almost immediately. ”I've seen him in visions before, I know what he used to look like.”

As soon as the words leave her mouth, Kamilah is up, fishing her phone out of her suit’s pocket.

“Kamilah? What are you do--?” Lily wonders before being cut off.

She holds up a finger as the person on the other end picks up. “Brother, we have a problem. You need to come back now.”

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#choices stories you play #playchoices #bloodbound #adrian x mc #dark writing #trigger warning: violence #trigger warning: death #trigger warning: gore

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whatamessz · 6 years ago

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Fic “Take my Head”

Welllllll back in october @dreaming-powder and I talked about kink- and goretober and I…erm… wasted an opportunity started this thing which was sitting in my drafts since then, mocking me. Lately I’m extremely frustrated with my writing and it totally shows, but I had to finally get this out or it would haunt me. Sorry I kinda trashed your prompt ;_;

Summary: 10 Million years late to the Garage Palace Party, PWP loosely based on the visualizer.

Cleaned up and edited version on AO3.

2D sat on the mattress, perched up against the wall, his head put back against his neck. The blood from his nose finally must have stopped flowing, but the vague luminescence of the glow-in-the-dark-stars they had adhered to the ceiling in an attempt to make the storage unit more cozy was mesmerizing enough to keep staring.

The garage – located somewhere in the suburbs in a former small town in Essex, of all places – was their current hide out. It had been scarcely furnished already, but almost everything they’d brought in was tossed over or broken now. 2D couldn’t care in this moment. His head and his ribs hurt and he could taste his own blood in the back of his throat. His shirt and hands were stained red too. No handkerchiefs in the post apocalypse.

He mulled over his momentary situation. They lived in a storage unit because these days, safe living space was a resource everyone craved. That’s why the improvised military government had confiscated every inhabitable home with the ultimate plan to clear and declare the houses as secure for redistribution to the surviving population of the country. Up until now, this didn’t really happen. However, this and several other measures taken were ultimately just a leverage on the people to consolidate their position and suppress rioting. At least, that was how Russel had explained it to them. 2D had found that fairly persuasive since, if you wanted a home or just shelter, food rations, medical care, clean water and relative safety, you were told to go to The Refuges first.

The Refuges, where it could be made sure you wouldn’t carry or infect yourself with the O-virus and cause a new outbreak again. The Refuges where you could be surveilled and where the disease, whatever that meant, was annihilated and were you could wait for the promised piece of safety and normality you so hoped for.

The Refuges were a lie. The Refuges were horrible. The Refuges were a place where you got your most basic needs fulfilled, as long as you played along the rules the government set and accepted everything they provided to you in their grace. The Refuges were a place, where people in need, in fear and in pain lived together on smallest spaces, perishing on the wait for things to come. The Refuges were a pool to recruit workers to rebuild this glorious nation on nothing but promises of a shining future. The Refuges were a tool and a field of experimentation to see in what infinitesimal bits you could split a society and still rule them in an economic effective way. The Refuges were a place where, once you’d arrived out of free will or pure desperation, you were meant to stay and wait for your assigned purpose.

That was why they’d left. Secretly and in hurry from the great Royal Refuge of South London. In 2D’s opinion it was ridiculous to even call a camp like that. Nobody had heard from a queen or a king in years.

He didn’t like to think back on their time there or the night they had fled. It usually brought back vivid nightmares and he curled in a little just from the thought. However, they weren’t the only people who had managed to leave. There were also still many who never went to a Refuge in the first place.

They all more or less tried flying under the radar through wildly dispersing over the country side where people tried their luck in the less crowded areas. From time to time, there were raids rumored to be initiated from the government, but it was impossible to keep all of the scattered population in check, so they had decided the unruly-people-problem would likely regulate itself if they didn’t guarantee protection from remaining zombies, mobs and catastrophes like the “accidental” wild fires in summer. The government had made it clear, that everything outside the camps and greater cities was lawless land.

Partially, they had been right. The waves of roaming zombies admittedly had declined in the last two years, but with hierarchy temporarily so disassembled, people started testing.

So far, two main forms of social coexistence had become especially apparent: community building and gang building. The communities were extremely guarded and with the increasing pressure from the government, their biggest problem was their relative inflexibility. The bad thing with the gangs was, they weren’t usually friendly. Like everyone, they fought for survival and they took what they could find to ensure that. Sometimes – often – that meant stealing from other people. Like them.

Against all odds, Noodle, Russel, Murdoc and 2D had somehow managed to survive the zombie outbreak together, but they weren’t part of a community, nor of a gang. Or maybe they were their own gang minus the robbing people part. Mostly he was fine with this, but in moments like this the flaws of this state of being became apparent to 2D.

He flinched when he heard steps approaching outside that interrupted his train of thoughts. For a moment, he was afraid the group of rowdies would return, but it was only one pair of feet this time. He could see the familiar boots emerge under the half open roller blind before it was pulled up a bit more and Murdoc strode in. His left side was widely covered in blood, the scythe casually draped over his shoulder and he was smiling widely like a manic death god.

“Daddy’s home, children,” he announced himself enthusiastically and with the greyish light that came in from behind he looked like the legend he was known as in these suburbs and 2D briefly wondered if the blokes would have attacked Gorillaz makeshift headquarters if they would have known it was Murdoc’s too.

Well… who was he trying to convince? They probably would have anyway.

“Hey,” 2D greeted him and his voice sounded thick and nasal.

Murdoc’s atomic smile faltered visibly when he took in the state of the garage unit and finally the state of 2D. He growled exasperated.

“Bunch’a gangsters stopped by to check if we got anything interesting to loot.”

“Those fucking thugs that recently roam around in our territory?”

Their territory? Ok, maybe they really were a gang now and he didn’t notice.

2D just shrugged, taking in Murdoc’s appearance. His jeans and dirty white shirt were lavishly adorned with reddish brown splashes, so the evidence he had just offed a few flesh eaters was right there, but the scythe’s blade had already been polished back to its shiny menace. 2D knew, theoretically, Murdoc had just been checking and clearing on their supplies stash, but when the man came back looking every inch the anti-hero of one of those zombie films 2D had so loved before all this, he couldn’t help but feel a little warm and excited tuck deep in his belly. Murdoc had never looked healthier or more alive since most people around him were (un)dead. The scythe was a statement too, of course. When the outbreak came, it was just a quick defense tool he had grabbed from their requisites, but over time Murdoc had proven to be surprisingly skilled with it and because it fitted his shitty goth aesthetic like nothing else, he ultimately chose the scythe as his signature weapon.

2D could honestly understand how it made an impression on people when Murdoc came out of nowhere, slicing his way through rotting bodies like a hot wire through cheese, scattering organs everywhere, laughing like a lunatic and disappearing after his “work” was done. It sure made an impression on 2D.

“Took our torchlights. And the pillow,” 2D reported contritely. “But they left the sleeping bags at least.”

Murdoc send a string of curses while he was walking through the mess. He kicked aside broken glass on his way over and sat back up a shelf they had made from old apple crates.

“I knew it was a good idea to keep our important supplies hidden elsewhere,” he mumbled.

He leaned the scythe to the wall and took off the bag he had carried. He shad his heavy leather jacket too before he plopped down on the mattress next to 2D with a sigh.

Curious, 2D examined Murdoc from the closer range. He could see now how Murdoc got spatters of dried blood on his face and in his hair as well.

“You’ve got blood everywhere,” 2D stated his observation, the mild concern obvious in his voice.

“Could say the same about you. ’S not mine though,” Murdoc answered with a lopsided grin on his withering face. His tongue darted out of his mouth to lick some of it from his upper lip cockily. 2D shivered. The only good thing they had brought back from the Refuges were the vaccinations against the O-Virus.

“Good,” 2D just offered exhaling, gaze drifting back up to the glowing plastic stars. Murdoc then gently grabbed his chin to indulge in his own studies on 2D’s injuries.

“Too bad we lost the torches. The light’s crap in here. No deeper cuts? Nothing’s broken? Just a busted nose and a split lip?”

2D watched him intently. He liked it when Murdoc cared for him. A little too much maybe.

“Fuck, you look so hot like this, you know that,” he muttered out. In the same breath of air, he silently cursed his dumb brain.

Murdoc watched him apprehensively for just a heartbeat longer. Then he smirked.

“Yes,” he said. “Plus, slashing zombies makes me incredible horny.”

2D only had time to blink before he felt Murdoc’s lips on his own, noses crushing together and it hurt, but all of a sudden everything he wanted was more of this to take him out of his miserable boredom. The cut on his lip burned with sensation that made his heart pick up its pace. He could taste the coppery savor again, but this time so intensely it made his stomach churn. The imagination of the blood on their lips mixing buzzed through his head and he sighed softly into the kiss. The knowledge that this was zombie blood made him feel ill as much as it turned him on in a weird way. One should think that the actual outbreak of the apocalypse would have cured him of his weird kinks, but after they had settled in what could be considered a relatively quiet life under these circumstances and the zombies and their spreading disease weren’t the biggest thread anymore, he had learned that this wasn’t the case. Quite the opposite.

Murdoc chuckled lowly in response to his sigh and retreated for a second to check on him.

“We need to clean you up later” he suggested. 2D put a hand up Murdoc’s neck, gently brushing the thumb over the bassist’s face and leaving a bloody smear on his hollow, stubbly cheek in the process. They would have to beg Noodle for her gas cooker to heat some water when she was back.

Murdoc put his hands around 2D’s waist and pulled him closer, 2D straddling his legs, before he dove in again and licked teasingly slow over the cut on his lip. That elicited a sharp hiss from the former singer and Murdoc used the opportunity to pry his mouth open with his tongue a little further.

2D felt dull pain pulsating through his nose when he needed to take deeper breaths now, but he managed to work around this issue and let Murdoc explore his mouth. He could feel his tongue rub and suck along the tender gum where his front teeth used to be a lifetime ago. His eyes fell shut and he let out an appreciative moan now.

Spurred by this, Murdoc let a cool hand wander under 2D’s stripy shirt and up his sore ribcage, where a heavy boot had kicked him not quite one hour ago before the five gang members had buggered off again. 2D flinched slightly at the gentle contact and opened his eyes. Murdoc didn’t immediately stop kissing him, but his expression was knitted in disapproval when he glanced up questioningly.

2D shook his head slightly. “’S nothin’, just be careful,” he whispered, not wanting to stop this. He gave Murdoc’s thigh a reassuring squeeze. For a brief second, he thought about the fact that the roller blind still was half up, but their mattress was tucked away enough in a corner of the unit and hidden behind a now depleted shelf. He just had to remember to keep quiet. He also hoped that Noodle and Russel wouldn’t return from their tour or that other unannounced guests wouldn’t like to pay a visit again right now.

“Painkillers may be rare, but daddy’s got something else for your ouchies,” Murdoc purred into his ear, which caused 2D to back off a bit with a snicker.

“Woah don’t you think I didn’t notice how you tried to establish that daddy shit again in the first place,” he said defiantly. “Daddy kink is not going to happen in this garage, you old letch.”

Murdoc looked at him, eyes torn wide open in mock offence. “So I am the letch now, am I? Then remind me again who initiated this, huh? Besides, you still look like you ate out Bloody Mary, so don’t give me shit on my humble peculiarities.”

2D shot him a sour look. Of course, he couldn’t really see Murdoc’s eyebrows under the heavy fringe, but he still could guess the suggestive wiggle he offered in return.

“Didn’t you just confirm right in front of me that you get a hard-on from slaying zombies?”

Murdoc shrugged. “You get a hard-on from watching me slaying zombies, so I think that’s a tie. What brings me back to the point at which we just stopped,” Murdoc countered and let him slip from his thighs to lean back against the wall again.

Murdoc fixed him there with a cunning gaze, then kneeled in front of him and slowly slid the pair of braces down from his wife beater shirt. 2D felt himself swallow down a heavy lump in his throat. Murdoc pushed his thighs apart and leaned down into him again for a deep and longing kiss. The fuck he looked like he ate out Bloody Mary, he thought while his pounding nose reminded him that Murdoc was probably right, but he had an appetite for something entirely else now. He started fondling the front of Murdoc’s jeans, but his fingers were batted away gently. Instead, he felt how Murdoc pulled up his bloodstained shirt a bit and fiddled with his fly. Relatively clueless on what exactly he was trying to attempt, 2D still felt how he and his dick grew more and more impatient. A violent shiver ran through his body when Murdoc’s tongue and lips left his mouth and wandered down his jaw and neck to suck little bites here and there. His fingers were wandering up 2D’s good side now and starting to tease his nipple with soft brushes. When Murdoc finally managed to undo the zipper and lost no time shoving his hand down 2D’s underpants, he already whimpered soft little chirps into the twilight of their storage unit.

Murdoc finally stopped the work on his neck and looked up at him, wearing an expression that made 2D a little nervous. He slid his thumps under the waistband of 2D’s pants and wiggled them down with some effort. 2D’s erection sprung free and Murdoc watched it admiringly for a short moment before he lowered himself onto his belly and dug his nose into 2D’s blue trail to happiness, inhaling the scent that, given their current circumstances, was probably a bit stronger than he’d have liked. Murdoc didn’t seem to care one bit though. 2D put his head back against the wall and looked pleadingly up to the weak light of the plastic stars.

“Shit, I was thinking about you the whole way back. How you’d just wait for me, bored out of you mind curtesy to your sprained ankle. Nothing to do but just wait for me and my ready ass. Letting daddy bring home some nice presents,” Murdoc mused and adorned every few words with a kiss to his belly and hipbones.

2D rolled his eyes and huffed. “Yeah I bet you wish, perv. You just make this shit up on the spot.” He had wanted his answer to sound keen, but it might have come out a little needier than he liked. He planned on further commenting Murdoc’s half-assed attempt of dirty talking him, but when he opened his mouth, all that came out was a clipped moan because the former bassist silenced him effectively by taking the tip of his cock into his mouth and giving it a hard lick. A second lick made 2D buck, so Murdoc dug his hands into his hips to press them down and take more of his dick into his mouth.

2D’s breath hitched and he put his hands on Murdoc’s shoulders, guiding him further down. Murdoc let out an appreciative grunt and looked up to him.

They knew each other long enough now that 2D could tell how Murdoc was suppressing the urge to stop and make a sassy comment, so he planted a hand into that thick hair and pressed him down a little further.

“Don’t you dare stopping now, Mister Niccals, better hurry up a little,” he commanded breathily and could see the conflict flaring up in Murdoc’s eyes for a brief moment.

Luckily, this time the urge for retaliation expressed itself in the form of deep swallowing, so he closed his eyes with a gasp and put his head back against the wall.

Murdoc’s head bopped back up again and 2D could feel his tongue licking the downside of his dick before it swirled around his head so slowly and with just the right amount of pressure to make him squirm so much Murdoc had to clutch his hips again.

2D tried to hold back his moans through clenched teeth as Murdoc continued to go up and down his length again.

Lust filled the crisp air of the garage and his breathing got more erratic with every minute this continued. He felt himself getting closer soon despite the relatively easygoing tempo his lover stroke.

When another moan slipped from his throat, he bit his lip in frustration, forgetting about the injury. He hissed sharply and could taste freshly dawn blood.

“I think I’m close,” 2D warned, voice gradually higher, but all Murdoc did was casting him an unimpressed look through his fringe and carrying on in his determined task. His toes curled in his sneakers and he lost Murdoc’s name and a few sighs along the process.

Suddenly, Murdoc hollowed his cheeks when he lifted his head up once again, put his tongue to the tip of his head and let it glide firmly over his leaking slit.

“Ah- Da-,” 2D could clutch the hand over his mouth just in time before the word slipped over his lips. Conveniently, it also swallowed the obscenely loud groan that wanted to escape his throat when he finally came and to his own shame, he couldn’t entirely exclude the possibility that his orgasm came so quickly because of how he surprised himself in this embarrassing way.

When Murdoc came back up at him, rubbing his mouth clean with the back of his hand, he positively beamed.

“Wipe that stupid grin right off your face, I was caught up in the moment,” 2D pouted, still audibly out of breath.

Naturally, Murdoc didn’t wipe his grin off, but started an obnoxious chuckle when he was done swallowing. “Oh no, ‘D, forget it. I heard that and it will be etched into my memory until the day you dig my grave.”

2D, to high on post-orgasmic dopamine to come up with a swift response, shoved his face away playfully.

“Still not establishing a Daddy kink,” he stated decidedly with a glare.

“You’ll get used to it.” Murdoc’s grin still seemed inextinguishable.

2D considered simply ignoring him while he was about to tuck himself back into his trousers, but then he turned his head around to face Murdoc again before he zipped up.

He crawled closer to Murdoc, preying grin suddenly plastered on his own face. “Or perhaps,” he started and came to a halt so close in front of Murdoc’s lips that he could feel their breaths mixing, foreheads almost pressed together. Murdoc’s face twisted up in expectation. That’s when 2D starts gradually pressing Murdoc down on the mattress with on hand to his chest, faces still close. “Or perhaps we switch up the expectation about who calls who a ‘daddy’,” 2D cooed and he could feel Murdoc swallow when he hit the mattress.

2D shifted to lick the zombie blood from his cheek and heard a low approving growl from beneath him. Murdoc’s ribcage touched his when he took a deep breath.

“Well, last time I counted we still had eight condoms left. So maybe make a use of them before we have to go on a new raid,” Murdoc suggested with a smirk.

“Yes. And maybe we should close the blind soon,” he said before he engaged him in a hungry kiss that made his battered lip and ribs hurt so sweetly.

#2Doc #studoc #niccalpot #2d x murdoc #murdocx2d #garage palace #my fic

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fuzzbuttsquawksalot · 7 years ago

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Filling in the blanks - Mystic Messenger Reader Insert Part 02

Tags: again A LOT of sexual tension & fluff (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Pairing: Zen x Reader / Zen x MC

Tagging: @katieuwu , @itishebihime-samaforyou

It was early in the afternoon on a Saturday, you still enjoyed the comfort and warmth of your bed. Unfortunately, your stomach made its presence felt and started to growl. But there was something else that made itself felt and disturbed your slumber. Slowly, very slowly it dawned you what the hard thing that decided to poke your back was. Your eyes flashed widely open. You gathered your thoughts. What had happened yesterday? Right, you weren’t alone.

Cautiously you turned in the embrace of the man next to you. His respiration was even, you took the chance to observe him closely. He had a satisfied smile on his lips. Beautiful white hair was framing his delicate and yet manly face. You distinctly felt the defined muscles of his chest through his black shirt. If it wouldn’t have been for his little or as you noted not so little friend, which was now poking your thighs, you would have believed that he was a divine being. Your stomach started to do flip-flops, you didn’t want to ruin this peaceful moment, which engraved itself deeply into your memories. But. You. Simply. Had. To. Touch. Him.

Gently you caressed his cheek, ran your fingers through his silky hair and settled on fondling him behind his ear. Your heart skipped a beat as his crimson eyes fluttered open and stared at you in a flash of shock. Where was he? A few seconds later, after you retreated your hand his gaze went soft.

“Thank you for the compliment,” you giggled and confused him greatly. What compliment? He knitted his brows. With flushed cheeks, you bit on your bottom lip and looked downside. Oh, ohoh? OH! That was what you meant. His face went nearly as red as his eyes.

“I, uh, oh, I’m sorry!” he stuttered and facepalmed. You laughed heartily as you stood up.

“Haha, don’t apologize for something like this. I mean, it’s only natural. You’re a healthy young man and I gladly take the compliment.” You grinned broadly at him, showing your teeth. Zen watched you through his finger, suddenly catching the view of your verrrrry short hotpants.

Oh god, you must be doing this on purpose. What a sweet torture you were. Maybe it’s for the best to stay a little longer under the blanket.

You opened your fridge and bent down to examine its contents closer. A few water bottles and beer cans, some sauces, a dubious yogurt, you couldn't remember when you bought it.

You tossed one of the water bottles over to Zen ”Uhm, you’re still free today?” He nodded and urgently swallowed some of the cold water. “My fridge is empty as it can get, but maybe you would like to grab something to eat with me. Maybe...,” you checked the watch,” linner?” and tilted your head innocently to the side.

“Sure. I’d love that,” Zen growled with his rough morning voice, which made your neck hair raise. Does he know how he makes you feel? You fanned some air with your hand to your face.

“But, uhm, I feel a bit sticky. So I’ll take a shower, ok?” you said.

“Uh, oh, mh,” since when was it this difficult to express himself with words. The imagination of you in the shower flashed before his eyes. No, he shouldn’t be here when you take a shower, “I’ll head home and take a quick shower too. I’ll be back in like forty minutes, okay?”

“Kol (Korean for deal),” you said and vanished with a smile to your bathroom.

As soon as Zen heard the water start, he did his best to dress as quickly as possible and leave your apartment. Or he could just ask if you would mind sharing the shower with him. For environmental reasons of course. No, that would be a bad idea. You haven’t even kissed. What if you would think he’s some kind of pervert. Well, you are, told him his inner beast. No, definitely he needed to leave.

Your heart pumped faster than after a marathon when you heard the faint click of your front door. What did you expect? Would it have been ok, if he had followed you to the bathroom? You didn’t lock it though. Wildly you scrubbed the shampoo into your hair, getting some of it in your eyes. “Whaaaaaaa,” you groaned in agony. What exactly were you thinking?

Like promised, you just had finished applying some makeup and drying your hair, you heard him knocking on your door.

“Come in, it’s open,” you yelled from behind your room divider, not sure which outfit to pick.

“You shouldn’t leave your door so carelessly open,” he said with a slightly bitter undertone.

“Nah, I only left it open, because I knew you were coming.” you had decided on a simple white blouse and buttoned it up.

“Still,” he protested. You took a peek and saw him wear his black leather jacket, greyish jeans and with a helmet under his arm. Given these circumstances, you also chose a pair of jeans for down below.

“Alright, let me get my keys and wallet and I’m all set. I see, you’ve got something in mind?” you said while binding your shoelaces.

“Yeah, I thought we could take a ride, grab something to eat at a convenience store near a park and have picknick.”

“Sounds like a good plan,” you patted his shoulder, stood up on tiptoes and gave him a peck on his cheek. Surprised by your all too casual behavior he blushed. But he could get used to such signs of affection. “What about the other side,” he joked brazenly and got another peck from you. He wouldn’t have hoped for seconds, but seemingly he was allowed to ask for this much of skinship. It made him extremely happy and he couldn’t help but grin like a doofus. Or was this your normal demeanor? You wouldn’t behave like this with just anyone, right? He didn’t know what exactly caused it, but he came to the conclusion that after yesterday he must be somewhat special for you.

“Are you coming or what?” you teased leaning on the doorframe of your entrance door. Secretly, it made you happy that simple actions like this made him happy.

It was a nice and warm but not too warm day in autumn. After buying a rather healthy take-out, consisting of a fresh salad with kimbab rolls and green tea you went to the park alongside the Hangang river. Riding on his motorcycle had its downsides, you were a bit afraid, you didn't trust something so fast without much safety measures. But there certainly was the upside of hugging Zen from behind and clinging to him so hard that you could feel his muscular body. It was a good thing he couldn't see your flushed face.

Once you had parked and found a nice place for your picnic blanket, it didn't take long until you noticed a group of women blandly staring at you both. Or more like shooting lovesick glances at Zen and virtually killing you with their gaze.

“Uhm, maybe we should go somewhere else,” you said and gestured in the direction of these hyenas.

“Oh don't mind them,” Zen answered.

“But I kinda do…,” you told him. Those hateful glares were really irritating.

Zen put his palm on the back of your hand. “Don't take it to heart, they can't help themselves. Who can resist my god given beauty?”

You rolled your eyes, as kind as Zen was, his narcissistic side was sometimes too much to take. Moreover, you had the hunch it was only a facade to cover deeper lying issues.

“They must be fans,” he went on and waved towards them. Luckily they were surprised by his actions and made no amends of coming closer. You didn't know why but suddenly you got a bad feeling in your guts, your jaw dropped. You simply had to ask:” Don't tell me you've ever slept with one of your fans?”

“I would never do that…,” Zen said and continued while avoiding your eyes “ again”.

Oh god, why couldn’t he lie just like any normal person? But he hated lying and hiding something from you felt terribly wrong. But the look you gave him, a mixture of shock and loathing let him feel extremely guilty. He needed to explain himself, ”Listen, it’s not like that…”.

You cut in, “I think I get it,” with a bitter undertone. Why was this date - was this even a date? - suddenly going downhill? Your heart stung, you clenched up. Why did it hurt? You tried to mentally calm yourself down. Zen was a friend, admittedly a very good looking friend, but it had nothing to do with you what he did in his past. It was silly of you to believe a man, who looked like him wouldn’t be a womanizer.

Zen saw your sad eyes and nearly panicked. If he couldn’t clear this situation right here and now, he might not have had a chance with you ever again.

“No, you don’t,” he sputtered “I did some things in the past I’m not proud of. I guess, saying I was young and stupid sounds like a lame excuse, but I was. But I swear, I’m not like that!”

Desperately he leaned a bit closer and whispered with highly red cheeks “I, uh, I haven’t had sex in over two years.”

Dang, you felt cheap. Why were you prejudiced? True, you hated men, who played with women like toys. But you should have known better than this. Not once did Zen give rise to accuse him as a man slut. You sighed deeply, “I’m sorry, -uh, not for you not having you know what, well a bit, two years is a long time, but I mean, I’m sorry for overreacting and making you confess something like this. I won’t tell anybody.” Could it get any more embarrassing? Both of you had flushed cheeks, you fake coughed and looked away to gather your thoughts.

“Anyways, do you mind, if I do something to stop those irritating eyebeams from your so-called fans?” you asked quietly and stood up while patting nonexistent dust from your jeans.

“If you must,” the young actor answered, a bit nervous about what you would say to his alleged fans.

“But, uhm, could you close your eyes? I don’t want you to get the wrong idea…,” you ask shyly.

What would you do? You wouldn’t cause a scene? Would you? Only yesterday he had witnessed that you weren’t as composed as he thought you would be. However, he decided to trust you and closed his eyes diligently.

Seconds later, he felt a warm presence in front of his face. Before he could guess what it was, you surprised him with your soft lips on his. Like an animal on all fourth, you had positioned yourself on the blanket to reach him. It was meant to be a short kiss, your personal way of apologizing. But as soon as Zen knew what was going on, he cupped your cheeks with his big hands and deepened the kiss. After a bit teasing and sucking on your lips, you opened them and let him in. He was a good kisser, he took his time to explore your mouth and to dance with your tongue. Only when you got dizzy and desperately needed some air you broke the kiss and opened your eyes. You could hear a soft moan from him. His flustered gaze, his taste, the little noises he made, they were intoxicating.

You had to dive back in for seconds. Your instincts kicked in, you nestled yourself against Zen, nearly pushed him flat down the ground. Kissing alone was all at once not enough. His soft whimpers and deep groans were too inviting. You showered his delicate neck with a mixture of bites and kisses. His hair smelled fresh from the Dove shampoo he used. You let your hand slide down his side, pulled his shirt up a little and went under the material. Naturally, your other hand began playing with the hem of his boxers, stopped at his belt.

“Honey,” he said in a hushed tone whilst gently gripping your arm and halting you.

Your eyes went wide. Shit! Shitty shit shit Mc Shittens! What exactly were you about to do, in a public park? You had been too deep in the zone.

“Honey, your phone is ringing for a while now, ”he said still out of breath.

Quickly you sat up straight and put your phone to your ear.

“Yes, hello, who’s there?” In haste, you hadn’t looked at the caller's number.

“MC, are you occupied? I could call you later if you’re busy,” said a dark and calm voice.

“Ah, Jumin, it’s you.” You turned away from Zen, but not without seeing him flinch as he heard Jumin’s name. “No, it’s alright, to what do I owe the honor of this call?”

“Are you sure, you’re ok?” he asked a bit worried.

“It’s ok, I’m ok - I went to a park and the scenery was so beautiful, I nearly forgot the time. I didn’t even hear the phone ringing.”

“I could send Driver Kim to…”

“No, I assure you, I’m fine. But thank you for your concerns. So what did you want to talk to me about?” you said and brushed a strand of hair behind your ears

“Have you thought about the job offer I made you yesterday? I know it’s a bit sudden, but my father decided to take most of the people of the legal department with him on a business trip and we’re a bit short. Would you mind starting tomorrow?”

“Jumin, you know that tomorrow is Sunday, right?”

“Yes, I’m quite aware. But I would like Jaehee to show you around and explain you a few things before Monday. Working this Sunday is an exemption. I promise.” Poor Jaehee you thought to yourself, she will be less than thrilled having to work on the weekend.

“Then I gladly take your offer. But what about my application documents? Should I bring them with me?”

“No need. Luciel already told me what I need to know. You’re more than qualified and C&R will be lucky to have you,” he said unfazed. Huh? 707 must have hacked you after you met all of the RFA members and he wasn’t blocked by Ray anymore. You weren’t sure if you liked this invasion in your privacy but in the end, there was nothing you could do. You can’t pick up water once it’s spilled.

“Alright, when and where should I meet you tomorrow? In business attire I assume?”

“Is there another? I’ll send Driver Kim to pick you up at eight in the morning.”

“Do you need my address?”

“No. Luciel, …” he started, but you interrupted.

“I see. Then I guess I see you tomorrow Jumin. Or do you want me to call you Mr. Han?”

“Please don’t. Mr. Han is my father. See you tomorrow.”

“Goodbye Jumin,” you said and finally ended the call. As you turned back, you saw a slightly sulking Zen.

“Beautiful scenery… I sure am,” he smirked and made you flush. Right, if you remembered correctly, you were in the middle of something. You gazed over Zen’s shoulder into the distance. At least, your plan had worked. No sight of the hyenas from before. You sighed and folded your hands in your lap.

“So what did this jerk want? Aigoo, he certainly knows how to ruin a moment. He and his cat. Only thinking about him makes my nose itch. He’s meeting you tomorrow?” Zen growled.

“Yes, I took his work offer and apparently Jaehee has to break me in on her free Sunday. She won’t like this news, haha. But can you believe it? Not once he had mentioned Elizabeth the third,” you said.

“He’s such a slave driver,” He hissed and you both had to chuckle. For a long moment, you both stared at each other. You could see a mixture of want, need, but also embarrassment and insecurity in his face. He really was wearing his feelings on his sleeve. With such a variety of visible emotions, it must have been forgone for Zen to become an actor.

“You’re quite something,” he joked and broke the silence. But then his mien went serious. “Mind if I ask you something?”

You shook your head. “Not at all, ask away.”

“What are we? I mean you and me. What is this?” He pointed from him to you and back a few times.

“Hm, I wonder?” You teased him. “No, kidding aside, that’s not easy to answer.” You literally saw his heart sinking. Therefore, you scooted closer, took one of his big hands between your palms and caressed it. “You know, my irrational side is obviously attracted to you. I’m this close from pinning you down on the ground and getting rid of all your clothes, no matter where we are and who could see us.” Zen gulped and blushed to the roots of his hair. “But,” you went on with another sigh “But, my rational side tells me, if I want to make this work, I have to get to know you better. I don’t want to risk complicating things with the other RFA members if it turns out that we don’t fit together. I don’t want to lose you as a friend. And I don’t want you to break my heart.”

“I would never…,” he said. You placed his hand on your chest over your heart. You were sure he felt your quick heartbeat.

“I’m sure you’re not intending to. But there are so many circumstances, which are beyond of our control and can lead to a broken heart nevertheless,” you smiled sadly.

“I understand,” he placed one of your hands on his chest likewise. His body warmth and fast heartbeat descended to your fingers.

“Hyun, I would like to get to know you better if that’s ok with you?” you asked.

“I also would like to get to know you better,” he smiled back.

You kissed him on his lips, then his cheek and then straight under his ear on his neck.

“Darn it, it’s really hard for me not to lose my control with you and to give in to my irrational side,” you whispered, indulging yourself with his sent. The gorgeous white-haired actor hugged you and placed his chin on your shoulder. “I know exactly what you mean. I call my irrational self ‘the inner beast’.”

You giggled “That’s a well-fitting euphemism, mind if I use it?”

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Notes: Not edited, contact me if you find some errors ! Still no smut, but I didn’t want to rush this couple and I promise, we get there in part 03

#mystic messenger #mystic messenger reader insert #mystic messenger fanfic #RFA #zen fanfiction #zen x reader #zen x mc #zen #another story #v route #hyun ryu

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growlithe-and-company · 7 years ago

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Wooo can’t believe i’m 20? Like that’s a thing now? 2 decades I’ve been on this Earth. How time flies... So in celebration of turning 20 I think I’m going to post 20 things that I like about myself and my life.

1. I actually really like my lips and smile. Only thing I’m super vain about.

2. I love my eyes as well. They’re a pretty hazel, greyish green and brown.

3. I have got such a cute cat! Maggie is her name. She’s easily my most favourite thing about my life. She’s made me so happy.

4. I have two really awesome friends. One being @miss-stary-eyes, we met here on Tumblr years ago.. lost count of how many years, at least 4 years ago. We did a rp together, I remember it! I played Loki and she played an OC called Eona, and Loki was teaching her magic (and he of course fell in love with her). Ahh we’ve been through so much, my dear, and I’m so glad you’re in my life. The second, or really first friend (since I met her 8 years ago) is my dear best friend Laurena, who isn’t on Tumblr but she has always been there for me and her and I share so many amazing memories. Don’t know where I’d be without my two favourite girls!

5. I have a tongue piercing that I’m low key obsessed with? It’s such a great little fidget thing to distract me in stressful times. I just roll the top ball on the roof of my mouth or slip the bottom of the bar across my lips (not smacking against my teeth, that’d be dreadful)

6. My town in Animal Crossing is pretty damn gorgeous if I do say so myself. I’ve spent months working on it and it’s come out really nice. No way near finished, but it’s looking damn good.

7. I live almost entirely by myself. Between work and his fiance, my dad is rarely at home. So while he still pays for everything, I get to reap the rewards! I love being alone, and having an entire house to myself. FUCK WEARING PANTS.

8. I know how to knit, which is definitely a fun skill to have. I’ve knit myself two full sized blankets, and several dozen scarves. I’d love to learn to knit a jumper one day, that is my goal.

9. Ever since moving out of my mums place I’ve developed a really great relationship with my sister. I’m so thankful for that because her and I get along really great when we’re not in each others spaces.

10. I really applied myself these past two years and got 3 courses done. Certificate III in Tourism, another cert III in Travel, and then a diploma of travel and tourism! I’m so proud of myself for accomplishing these.

11. My room is currently my nerd station. I have several posters hanging up (my fave being my Iron Man poster, but I also love my Captain America poster that’s in the front room) and I have several other little nerdy knick knacks laying around. I love it, my little nerd paradise.

12. My hair grows pretty quickly! I had my hair cut super short at the start of the year, it was shaved on the sides and slightly shaggy on the top. Currently I have it pulled back in a loose ponytail, all of it tied back, and about 6 inches of hair in the pony!

13. I struggled with this.. but I finally got through my learning drivers licence and am now on my provisional. It took me 7 tries to pass my practical test, and luckily only one try to pass my hazard perception test. BUT IT’S DONE! I’m on the home stretch now. 2 years time and I’ll have my full licence booiiiiii

14. Ok, this is gonna get deep and borderline triggering. So I put it in the tags for trigger warning but this is your second warning. When I was 14, I tried to kill myself. Twice actually. First time I just cried and then got mad (at myself, at the doctors for helping me, at my mum). But the second time really shook me. The nurses were cool to me, the doctors didn’t seem to care, I knew I was wasting their time, resources, and energy because I did this on purpose, whereas there’s probably someone else who needs them more than me. I felt like a piece of shit after the second attempt and it really shook me to the core. It’s been 6 years since then.. Wow 6 years, that’s insane. I’m so proud of myself, I’ve made serious progress. I get a little depressed now and again, and I’m a little lonely. But I’m ok, I have things in my life that I’m so happy about, and things that have happened since my attempt that have made everything so worth it. It gets better, it truly does.

15. I have got such a nice little book collection going on. I don’t read anymore, I wish I still did. I keep buying books to hopefully spark my old reading bug back to life. So I’ll probably have a huge bookshelf filled with books that I don’t read haha. Actually, that’s a lie. I do still read. Every year I re-read The Hobbit. It’s my favourite book and I love it with all my heart. I have a signed copy by Bombur and Bofur! James (Bofur) forgot to sign the book (I asked them to write a quote on top of the signature) and when I realised with Steven (Bombur) that James forgot to sign it I kinda just sighed and said oh well. But Steven said “oh nah, we’ll sort it.” -leans over and smacks James on the arm with the book- “Oi, ya egg, you forgot to sign it!” James laughed and apologised, and quickly signed it. That is a memory I will never forget, seeing Peter call James an egg and smacking him, it was the highlight of my comic con trip.

16. Speaking of comic con! I met another famous dwarf at a previous comic con. Dean O’Gorgeous, er I mean O’Gormon. I got a photo done with him and boiiiii I told him an awful joke to break the ice. Lemme share it with you. “Why does Gandalf walk funny?” “I don’t know, why?” “Because he has crystal balls...” Yeahhhhhh I said that to him with a straight face and he did that forced laugh you do when a kid tells you a totally not funny joke but you gotta laugh because you don’t wanna hurt their feelings. Anyway that was awkward as fuck, so we took the photo and my god he was so warm like hoo boy like a furnace but yeah awkward as fuck don’t know why I told you guys because yikes I couldn’t get out of there fast enough hahaha.

17. My cousin, Hannah, sent me a little letter a few weeks ago completely out fo the blue. She said she missed me, and asked when I was coming back to NZ to visit, and if I could come to her birthday. Then she told me about her day and how her first year at school went. She’s 6! I can’t believe how old she’s gotten. I cried when I read the letter, it was so sweet. I wish I had the funds to go visit her and her brother, they’re definitely my favourite cousins out of the four (sorry Noah and Addi :P)

18. Oh boy, 18. Now for those who don’t know, in Australia the drinking age is 18. I went to my friends 18th party, which was a week before my 18th, and I basically celebrated my birthday as well. I got mighty drunk, and had a great time. I made some questionable decisions, but it’s ok, sometimes in life you gotta step outside your comfort zone/see what your drinking limit is before you’re giving a guy you just met a lap dance! But that night was actually lots of fun. It was a couple weeks before I moved out of mums place and traveled across the country to live with my dad. I was all kinds of stressed out, and feeling very sad to be leaving my mama. So that night was a huge relief to me. I got to just sit around with a bunch of great people while we idly drank and talked about stuff. And then I promptly peed myself which caused everyone to laugh their asses off and almost piss themselves. So yeah pretty fun and memorable night!

19. My dads fiance, Fiona, is honestly such an awesome person! They met earlier in the year, and are engaged now (they’re really in love and it’s so cute). She’s got a fat cat called Oscar and I LOVE HIM.

20. Ahh 20... 2 whole decades of life. I’ll admit, I don’t really think I have a whole lot to show for my 20 years. Lots of little things really. But I know I’ll make an impact on my life, probably next year. With dad getting married and moving in with her (she owns her house, dad rents his) I’ll definitely have to find my own place to stay. But it’s ok, it’ll all work itself out. I’ll make something of myself in the coming years. I’m not worried (ahaha I’ll keep saying that till I believe it) I’ve made it this far, and for that, I’m proud of myself.

#I'm 20!#Happy birthday to me #This list was harder than I thought it'd be #Trigger warning #tw #I've done a lot in my 20 years #mostly in the last 5 years though #since I've been able to express myself more

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