#I just get on here and start yapping geez

[ovaryacted]

This is gonna be a longish analysis post but just walk with me for a bit. I don’t even know where I’m going with this, but I’m going to talk about Leon’s humanity and how important it is to his character.

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The topic of goodness, morality, and humanity when it comes to a zombie apocalypse is something I always find interesting. It’s huge when it comes to depicting what is defined as “good” in a universe where the living are amongst the dead and they are left to survive by any means necessary.

I’m currently rewatching The Walking Dead from the beginning, and I want to focus on Rick Grimes and use him as an example. When we first meet Rick, he’s a sheriff, a good man with a wife and a child (Carl) that he loves dearly. He has community, he has a life, and all of that gets taken away from him when he wakes up in a hospital alone in the middle of an apocalypse. Early on in the show, the first 2 seasons really, Rick is depicted as a man with a big moral compass, he does right by people, he protects who he loves and tries to save whoever he can.

Towards the end of S2 into S3 and beyond, Rick beings to change after he starts killing humans who pose a threat to his livelihood on top of killing the walkers (zombies) as a means of survival. He begins to lose himself the more he kills and the more losses he experiences, because he carries the burden of being the leader and has to protect what he currently has. Killing becomes second nature to him, and he’ll do it without hesitation because he has to.

Within every zombie or monster apocalypse franchise, like TWD, The Last of Us, and Resident Evil included, you quickly learn that zombies aren’t the only things you have to be scared of, but the people that are also surviving alongside you who become corrupt and are a threat to you.

Throughout TWD as the story progresses, Rick faces challenges with other leaders like The Governor and Negan who are seen as a modern depiction of “tyrannical dictators”. These people constantly fighting with Rick in particular, are intended to make the viewers question who is good, and who is evil, because all of these leaders in comparison to Rick are seen as “bad people”. Yet, when Rick goes batshit crazy in S5 and does the things he criticized his late best friend Shane of doing (before he kills him), you start to wonder whether or not Rick is still considered a “good man” or has any humanity left in him.

Why am I talking about this you ask? Well, it’s because the same questions you get when thinking about morally grey characters like Rick Grimes from TWD, it can be applied to perceiving Leon Kennedy’s character from RE. Rick has been through hell and had to do what he could to survive and protect those that he cared for, the same way Leon wanted to do from the beginning except of course it’s a bit different in his particular case.

When we first meet Leon Kennedy as a character, he’s a bright eyed rookie at the age of 21. He’s practically a baby with no proper life experience, and he carries a sense of innocence that he doesn’t really understand until he finds himself smack in the middle of a zombie apocalypse of his own. After experiencing Raccoon City and barely surviving, he gets blackmailed into military service and has to work alongside the corrupt government for years fighting against what essentially ruined his life. He was never meant to be a soldier, or a government lap dog, he was told that from the start of his military career. But he was essentially groomed and molded out to become one by force, and that would make anybody turn cold.

Leon at his core, is someone who is so selfless and heroic that it’s tragic to see how he’s changed as he gets older, of course none of it being his fault. His entire perception of the world gets flipped upside down, and he no longer believes that there is “good” in the world, that there is no justice and the reason why he joined the police force (to protect people) is a fallacy. He’s a good guy that gets thrown into the worst possible situation, and he grows numb and detached from reality because he doesn’t see a point in continuing to fight for a world that will destroy itself.

Despite his thoughts and his traumas, his humanity remains intact. Even when he’s been on so many missions knocking on death’s door, he continues to fight. Of course, a big reason being because of Sherry and because he has nothing else, but at the same time it’s because he still maintains some sense of his moral code after everything happens. He easily could’ve become corrupt with his bitterness and anger towards the government after all the trauma he experienced. If he wanted to he could’ve become like Krauser, or Jason, or even Dylan; trying to gain some power because there is no justice or morality. He also could’ve just ended everything a long time ago if he really didn’t want to live anymore. But he doesn’t. He still helps people, he still wants to save them, and he lives by his own personal mantra: If you don't try to save one life, you'll never save any. (In Degeneration)

And we see that in practice multiple times throughout the times we get to see Leon:

RE2 w/Sherry and Claire, and also trying to save Ada and Marvin

RE4 with Ashley (Luis is questionable but both his death and Krauser’s impacted Leon too)

Infinite Darkness with his team, Claire, and seen in how he treats Patrick

Damnation with how he tells Buddy that he shouldn’t kill himself because he owes it to the people who died to stay alive (kind of questionable cause the delivery was wrong but yeah)

RE6 in general trying to save everyone against Simmons

Vendetta helping Chris to fight against Arias despite being drunk and suicidal

Death Island trying to take down Dylan with everyone else

Leon’s humanity is so fundamental to his character that it’s the one thing that really makes him stand out (of course the main character have their humanity but I’m focusing on Leon in particular). The fact that no matter what happens or what he says or what he’s been through, he still somehow carries the same thinking he had when he became a rookie cop in the first place, and honestly it’s admirable. It’s one of the things that really makes me love him as a character. He’s just a good man with a heart of gold in a shitty situation, even though he doesn’t he’s a good person, and somehow underneath all that trauma, a part of him he still cares enough to keep fighting.

[seokari]

He doesn't know what his true feeling are.

Note𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅: Remember that english is NOT my first language so please, excuse my spelling mistakes ♡.

Warnings₊‧: None, just fluff and I think there's no angst, or maybe just a little bit, so, please enjoy.

Accepting his feeling was a no go for megumi, and there's the problem, he knows he isn't good at expressing himself, but he doesn't even wants to try.

And, another problem is that you don't know this, so, he trying to be nonchalant to you made you think he hates you.

When you hang out with your friends, there was Megumi talking peacefully to the rest of them but ignoring you completely, even tho you tried making a conversation.

On mission, he just said you don't need to go do the work because you are going to be a bother for him. (You ended up saving his dumb, egocentric ass)

On training, he says he doesn't want a vs with you because you are too weak for him. (He's trying to sound interesting plus he is really afraid of hurting you by accident).

One time you fell asleep on his shoulder, and he pushed you until you were sleeping seated, he didn't wanted you to think he has a sweet spot for you, but he does.

He knows that, even tho he is an asshole to you, he has your attention. Or well, he had, once you had enough of his demeanor, you started ignoring him, acting nonchalant, being more friendly, touchy, even flirty with Yuuji, and, he (Megs) didn't like, not even a bit.

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You two could be joking during a mission while Nobara did something else, but Megumi's hot gaze was set on you two.

He tried convincing himself that he hated your laugh, but he didn't, he hated that you were laughing at other man's comment, not his.

Until he had enough, "Could you two shut up already, we are trying to concentrate" His brows furrowed.

"I didn't said nun" Nobara spoke.

"Ok, geez, I don't know why you hate me so much" You said.

"I d-dont ha-" He was interrupted

"Hey look here, I think I found it" Nobara pointed

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Yuuji noticed Megs behavior, his suddenly annoyed face when you were near him (Yuuji), so Yuuji started getting away from you (not that much, just being less touchy and stuff), you noticed this and thought he hated you too now.

But he reassured it was nothing.

Yuuji decided to have a conversation with Megumi about his demeanor towards you, Megumi really denied it at first, but after listening to Yuuji's yapping for what seemed like an eternity, he started believing it.

You were a little bit far away from them talking and messing around with Nobara, Megumis soft look has being around your during all the convo with Yuuji.

He started thinking "stupid" things meanwhile, like how is you skin so porcelanic, how soft your hair looks, that dumb smile you have when Nobara said something that seem funny made you look cute, and your hands looked so tiny, how are they compared to his?. He couldn't deny it anymore, he felt, hard, he felt really hard.

He turned his head towards yuuji that is still yapping. "Im an idiot right? Is the first time I feel like this"

"Yeah. I mean kinda-" He kept quiet when he saw Megs serious face.

"Omfg" He got back on his feet. "im having a walk, and then im talking to her"

"Yeah, you should, she told me she thinks you hate her, like, extremely, like you despise her"

"Just shut up you are making it worse, what if she decides i was just being an ass and she doesn't wants to talk to me"

"I think that is what is going to happen"

"Ok, now in definitely not going to talk to her"

"I meannn" Megumi looked at him "I could be wrong"

"Kill yourself" Megumi took his things and started walking towards you.

" If that makes you happy megs" Yuuji took his things too and started walking toward nobara, you and Megumi need privacy.

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Hiii, I dont know how to continue this, cuz I think it pretty obvious what is going to happen.

Confession -> is mutual -> Megumi being a complete tsundere at first -> Getting used to be around you -> Clingiest boy ever -> Happy ending.

Hope yall like it₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊

[locustonlioden-blog]

The Princess of Hell, everybody! Inspiration to all

But its ok, hes defending the hotel! Those loan sharks (mortal hellborns mind you) are just trying to get the 50k someone hiding out here stole and avenge someone she ran over. She was selfish, she stole, but she stuck it to the man I guess, and thats a start!

*spongebob narrator voice* A few episodes later...

Adam: Prepare to slaughter everyone in that shit hotel!

Lute: Rip Vaggies $%$% mouth out her $%$%!

Husk: Talking while fighting doesn't help...

Charlie: *yapping*

Everyone struggling for their lives:

Apologizing for deflecting them with her shield, as everyone around her litters the ground with their corpses...easily the most powerful one there-she knows it, she isn't scared...everyone else is though...as Alastors blood seeps into her roof, she shoots off some fireworks with a cute lil sowwy!

Oh, geeze what a day! Shes like that person in the grocery store who keeps apologizing for getting bumped into. Is this supposed to be cute? Guess Charlie takes shit now, in big heaping portions no less.

Then she...

oops, wrong universe, hold on...

yea thats it

AW NAW Alastor was sposed to handle him!

Pentious manages to confess his love, get in his ship, charge the death ray and get zapped into oblivion in about the time it takes Charlie to emerge from her hiding place. Ok, he works fast. Fair enough. Oh wow, shes finally getting mad! Yes the one who causes hellquakes when shes stressed, its about time to unleash some of that!

Watch out, shes got her pets and has donned her spirit halloween sexy devil costume. Your ass is toast sir.

Oh shit, Razzle went faster than Rhaegal did approaching Dragonstone. I remember Viv saying Charlie has wings. Why didn't they fly themselves up there? Did she risk her pets lives for the spectacle? "Oh, look who thinks they're badass now" Yea Adam, kind of my thoughts too

I have to say the VaggiexLute beatdown that interrupted this mess unlocked my clenched jaw somewhat so that was nice DING DING

Her pet just being murdered, Charlie turns her back on the assailant long enough for him to braid her hair while she wails in dismay

She gets plastered into the sign which might have been funny if it were set up properly, but its not so Im back to cringing. I cant help but think it would have been better if she had been gun ho to fight but just clumsy and unable to hit her target. Getting tossed into the sign really does a number on her for some reason.

She finally gets a hit in thank God

Thats PRINCESS of HELL to YOU, PIG

Yea ok simba.

Then Mufasa *ahem* Lucifer salvages her mess. Guess this one hasn't taught her how not to take shit from other demons.

Poor thing doesn't like to get her hands dirty. Not directly, anyway...

Anyway, the takeaway is

I feel ripped off where is my girl who beat Killjoys ass on live TV over a pen

[strugglingsapphic]

this one's random but a married teachers au, hear me out hear me out, i'm gna yap A LOT and admittedly it's not my best work but still a prompt we know im not the writer here

After they graduate from Auradon prep and Red realizes that she gets to go to college (Chloe continuously tells her to go only if she wants to) she has to figure out a major. And she thinks and thinks and finally decides that she wants to be an art teacher, Art so she can keep doing what she loves and teaching so she can help the kids that don't have the best child hoods, like she did, she wants to help them like school helped her, like maddox and her teachers helped her.

And Chloe had decided when she was 10 that she was going to be a History teacher, it's one of her favorite things in the world and she wants to get the younger generation of Isle, Auradon, and Wonderland kids excited about it. So when she find out that Red also wants to be a teacher it's like a dream come true, and when they both get hired at Auradon Prep? Someone wake her up because fairy god mother must be working her magic

In their first year of teaching, nobody but the other teachers and Principal Uma knows they're married (having been at the event themselves) and they're not ashamed of it but it's not something they parade to their students, some NOSY students who see them around each other all the time, close and personal, and spot the pictures of each other on their desks, but they say nothing. But eventually some seniors start a betting pool about whether they're dating/married and whichever brave soul asks first gets the pot.

So when the brave soul asks, two brave souls because a kid had asked in both of their homerooms, first thing that morning, they both smile and confirm that yes they are indeed married, asking why the sudden question when they thought it was quite clear, a senior speaks up and tells them about the betting pool and the entire year of questioning.

It ends up becoming a game, started by students and our favorite teachers alike, the first class (red or chloe's home rooms) to ask whether or not they're married gets a little party or whichever reward is given that year (the rules entail that the kids CANNOT tell incoming students about the game or if they're married, and asking on the first day doesn't count and you have to wait a month till you can ask again)

this was a long one geez i'm sorry, it's been in my mind since last night and i'm a yapper, i just love the idea of them being teachers together, i think they'd be everyone favorites

[thekinkyleopard]

A Rough Night

A Sven & Elex Snz Drabble

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

Allergens, Snz, Violence, Cursing

Description: The boys try to escape the stress by heading out to the bar. Yet, it doesn’t go well when a nearby patron triggers the badger’s sensitive allergies!

Author’s Notes: Oh….Hey guys 😅 I’ve had this one sitting for about a month and haven’t had the will to write because well….my life has been insane while going through this divorce, moving, meeting someone new and trying to figure my shit out. 😭 Found myself with the slight will to live tonight, so I finished this idea up! Theres no smut, I KNOW IM SORRY….but I had a lot of fun writing this out. Hope you all enjoy and I’m sorry I’m constantly coming and going. Been a rough year. I love yall who still interact and wait patiently for my next release. You real ones 🥺💚 @aller-geez Owns Sven and did the cover art!

Elex and Sven pushed open the heavy wooden doors, the sounds of raucous laughter and clinking glasses assaulted their ears. The dimly lit bar was filled with a thick haze of smoke, making it difficult to see through the throngs of people milling about. Elex, with his dull green hair, felt like an alien in this dingy establishment. He wrinkled his nose at the overwhelming stench of stale beer and sweat that hung heavily in the air. "Ugh, this place fuckin’ stinks," he grumbled, his mismatched eyes scanning the crowd, disgusted at the faces that lingered upon them. His annoyance at having to be there was palpable while they stood just inside the entrance.

“Don’t be such a sour puss, Els, I need this night out, and I need a couple drinks to unwind, we’ve been cooped up in the house for WEEKS,” the Cheshire pouted, sticking his tongue out playfully at his somewhat grumpy boyfriend. In response, Elex rolled his eyes in a mixture of annoyance and resignation.

“We’re here aren’t we? Stop your bitchin’ lets go get drunk,” reaching out to grip his boyfriend by the wrist, knowing the hand would be too intimate in such a public setting. Sven was used to this behavior by now and didn’t care, so long as he got to do what they came there to do. Get ripped, yap, maybe snack on some peanuts, and go back home. An adult version of touching some grass. They each walked up to the bar and slid into the empty barstools provided, next to an older gentleman on one side, and a younger on the other. Elex scowled unpleasantly from a side view glance as he slipped into his seat. “Whiskey on the rocks,” the badger ordered off his drink of choice for the night. “Same thing,” Sven chirped with a quick raise of his index before swinging his body slightly over to face more in the other’s direction. “So, tomorrow, I’m thinking about upgrading our internet services, shit is too fuckin’ slow to achieve the game play and stream from what we have currently…it’s fuckin’ up my views,” he pushed back a few strands of stray teal hair that dangled just above his orange gaze. As the bartender slid them their drinks, Elex nodded toward the man before returning his attention to 7. “Yeah okay, well how much extra is that gonna run us do you know? We have some wiggle room but not if the bill goes from $50 to $200….I don’t know….” feeling rather skeptical of all the ways Sven’s streaming has sort of cost them between his personal build, games, internet, and other equipment. He was glad his boyfriend had something he enjoyed doing, and was even able to make a good profit off it, but it felt like everyday he was buying some high tech keyboard, or upping their bills which made it feel like they weren’t really progressing financially. It was starting to stress the badger out, he hadn’t been getting any marks lately since the police were on high alert. Some seasons were just better than others so he had been relying on selling copper, but he was running low on spots to harvest from. It was a miracle they were even making ends meet.

Sven lifted the glass to his lips, taking a slow, deliberate sip of his alcoholic beverage. His body language exuded nonchalance, as if their conversation was about something insignificant and unimportant, he shrugged. Elex could see the indifference in Sven's eyes and it only fueled his own anger. He could feel the heat rising in his chest as he tried to keep his emotions in check. The clinking of ice cubes echoed in the background, a stark contrast to the tension between the two men. “Just a shrug? Seriously? Sven you know we’ve been relying on MY shit to keep us afloat, your fuckin’ video games aren’t paying bills,” his voice cut through like a sharp knife through the chest. “They’re not? Then how did we get $200 worth of groceries yesterday?” With an intense narrowing of his vibrant orange eyes, he directed a heated glare towards his boyfriend. The thoughtless disregard for his feelings left him stunned and incredulous. He internally scoffed, his ‘fucking video games’….as if streaming wasn’t a real line of work. “You’re about to really piss me off….Yes that is useful but our MORTGAGE, and the PG&E, and you know, CAR payments….shit is adding up and every fuckin’ week there’s something new added to the list of your god damn bullshit…I support you wanting to chase a passion but not when it’s effecting the life we have worked so hard to build,” Elex quickly downed the remainder of his drink, wishing for a slight buzz to ease the hopelessness he felt in this conversation.

“Look, I get it, but it fuckin’ takes money to make it so, MAYBE, get off my ass a little bit…can we talk about this later? When we ARENT trying to just enjoy the evening?” With an exasperated shake of his head and a dismissive roll of his eyes, Sven reached out for his glass, the ice cubes clinking against the sides as he lifted it to his lips. Letting out a frustrated sigh, Els knocked on the wooden bar with his knuckles, signaling to the busy bartender for another drink. The sound of glasses clinking and people talking filled the air of the crowded bar, but Elex was lost in his own thoughts as he waited for his order to be fulfilled. Finally, the bartender caught his signal and obliged, sliding a fresh glass towards him with practiced ease.

“Fine but you’re not go-…n..H’…Hih…” he struggled suddenly, noticeably, his mouth started to jar open and it hit him unexpectedly. The older man next to him, had taken off his jacket, wafting a gust of fragrant air directly within Elex’s personal space. “Son of a -…H’UhtTSCHhiew! h’Ushh’iew! etUSCHOOOO!” a sudden series of sneezes escaped his body, his eyes watering, nose and throat suddenly itchier than they’d been in a long time. Was that Gain? Tide pods? He didn’t know, all he knew was the asshole beside him was sending him into a full tizzy. He sniffled gently trying to hide the fact he was slowly turning into a leaking mess, grabbing a bar napkin to wipe his nose carefully. “Shit, you good Els?” Sven reached out to comfort his boyfriend, a flattened palm against his back. The heated urgency of their conversation suddenly melting away when he realized the storm had hit his lover. “Y-Yeah I’m F-…hh’IEXsHHH! H’UMFShhhhiew! h’USSHH!!” it came out full force, he did what he could to capture them within the confines of the napkin he clutched within his palm. Just great, just what he needed on a night out to relax, typical. “Bless you, El…” Sven getting slightly worried they may actually have to just head back home, maybe pick up some drinks from the gas station instead, despite how badly Sven needed a change of pace. “We can head home if you wa-….” “No, we’re nod leabing….SndFff,” he snuffled loudly, trying to snort up any of the excessive leakage that threatened to pour down his face. This was the absolute worst. Curse him and his rat ass allergies. He hucked and hacked, his mouth jarring open and closed as he fought against the allergens making a nest within his sinuses. The bartender slid them their second drinks, taking longer as the bar filled up with more and more patrons. A few people turning to glance with an aura of judgement, but the badger glared daggers and they quickly turned away. “Nosey fuckin-….Hh’uhSSCCHHHHwww! ehh’TSHIEW! hh’IEXSH!!” this time the green haired man blew within the crook of his arm, wetting the spot of skin there with a plume of saliva. “Gross….” he groaned weakly, irritated he didn’t have a whole lot of room to release. “Babe seriously we can just….” suddenly cut off by a lifted brown speckled palm. “Stop, jusd dring your fuggin shid, SNDfF,” He let out a loud, wet snort and reached for the small package of tissues inside the pocket of his jeans. His nose was red and moist from the constant blows as he battled with the scent that still lingered around him. He took a deep breath and tried to clear his congested sinuses but only felt the sharp sting of pain in his nostrils.

“Hey, guy, can you fuckin’ not? You’re grossing us all out,” A random person from across the way chimed in with a snarky remark. The badger slowly turned his head, almost like something out of a horror movie, and locked eyes with the person before responding without hesitation.

“Cope, fugg fade,” retorting so quickly it took the man almost by surprise, blinking a few times to make sure he had heard the badger correctly. “What was that, bro?” he challenged, finishing his beer and slamming the empty glass bottle down on the wooden bar. Elex scoffed, sniffling a bit to try and prepare himself for another response. “Cope. Fugg. Fade.” he said it slowly, emphasizing each word though sounding less intimidating with a stuffed up nose. It didn’t stop him as he stared the patron down with watery daggers. The whites of his eyes had already started to redden.

The tension in the bar thickened as the confrontation escalated. Elex could feel a wave of exhaustion wash over him, fatigue setting into his bones from both the argument with Sven and the relentless assault on his senses brought on by his sudden allergies. He longed for nothing more than to escape this suffocating atmosphere, to retreat to the familiarity of his own space where he could gather his thoughts in peace.

Sven, sensing the volatile energy crackling around them, placed a steadying hand on Elex's shoulder. Despite their disagreement, he knew that Elex needed support now more than ever. “Let’s get out of here,” Sven spoke softly, his voice cutting through the ambient noise of the bar.

With a swift motion, the badger slid his shoulder out from under the cat’s palm, Sven’s arm falling back down to his side. ‘Shit…’ The Cheshire cursed from within. The bomb had been set off and it was only a matter of time before his boyfriend started swinging.

“Oh, so we’re going to have a problem then?” the man stood up straighter, walking over and standing within a few inches of the green haired ticking time bomb. Elex snickered with a cocky resolve, standing up himself and meeting the other man eye to eye.

“Loogs, do me, you’re the only one with the problem here, fugg nugged,” his lips pulled up to reveal a strikingly white pair of sharpened teeth that complemented the long fangs that always stuck out past his lips. “Wanna dance?” it actually felt relieving to take a stand at this point, giving him a bit of, slightly fresher air to escape the scent of the old man’s detergent that lingered on his clothing.

In that charged moment, the bar seemed to hold its breath, everyone's attention drawn to the brewing confrontation between Elex and the stranger. The man's eyes flashed with anger as he clenched his fists, ready to take things to the next level. However, just before anyone could throw a hit, the badger’s sinuses betrayed him into another set of expressive blows. “Ehh’tshhhhiew!!" h’USHh’iEW!” without time to cover himself, the badger openly, and almost proudly, sneezed a cloud of spittle and spray across the other man’s face.

“What the FUCK!?” the guy exclaimed with rage, getting ready to charge up his fist and bring it across the space to Elex’s jaw, but missed as the badger took a quick side step to avoid him. All the while blotting, and dabbing at his insanely runny nose that threatened to drip down his lips and chin. Elex chuckled, wiping his face clean with the last tissue in his package.

“Oh goody, my turn,” he smirked as he tossed the crumpled tissue aside and lunged forward with surprising agility, socking the man square in the nose a loud crack echoing the space between them all. The bar erupted into chaos as the two men grappled, fists flying and bodies colliding in a whirlwind of aggression. Sven watched in shock, torn between wanting to intervene and knowing that Elex needed to work through his frustrations on his own terms.

Amidst the chaos, a burly bouncer seemed to materialize, his massive form cutting through the crowd like a battleship in a stormy sea. With a swift motion, he hoisted both Elex and the stranger apart, their struggles becoming feeble against the bouncer's iron grip.

"Alright, that's enough out of both of you!" the bouncer boomed, his voice commanding attention from every corner of the bar. Elex panted, his chest heaving as he shot a defiant glare at the man who had provoked him.

Sven rushed forward, placing himself between Elex and the stranger. "Sven...get the fuck out of the way," the man growled, his voice thick with anger as he tried to maneuver around Sven to get to the bleeding patron. But the bouncer held him back with a firm grip, his massive arms like steel beams that refused to budge.

"Elex, enough!" Sven's voice was urgent, pleading as he turned to the badger. "Let's go. Now." having to be the only voice of reason to which the heated badger would obey. Sliding two twenties onto the bar before working to rush his heated lover out of the bar.

Elex stood there, breathing heavily as he eyed the stranger who was still struggling against the bouncer's hold. For a moment, it seemed like he was going to make another move, but then he relented with a frustrated huff.

"Fine," Elex finally replied, brushing past Sven and making his way towards the exit of the bar. Sven followed closely behind, shooting a quick apologetic glance at the stranger before hurrying after his boyfriend.

As they stepped out into the cool night air, Elex took a deep breath and leaned against the brick wall of the establishment, the icy night air hitting his weakened lungs he started to realize just how bad of shape he was in from the allergy attack, now that the adrenaline was wavering. He gasped as he worked to regulate himself.

Sven stood beside him, his gaze filled with concern as he watched Elex's labored breathing. Without a word, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small inhaler, offering it to the badger.

"Here, use this," Sven spoke softly, his voice laced with worry. Elex hesitated for a moment before taking the inhaler and pressing it to his lips, inhaling deeply as the soothing medication traveled through his lungs. The tightness in his chest began to ease, and he felt a wave of relief wash over him.

"Thanks," Elex murmured, handing the inhaler back to Sven. The cat nodded, tucking it back into his pocket before turning his attention back to the badger.

"Are you okay?" Sven asked, his eyes searching Elex's for any sign of distress. The green haired man gave him a small nod, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Yeah, I'm okay…feel actually a whole lot better now that I’m not suffocating under the scent of that guy’s clothes…snDfff…” he sniffled roughly, trying to break through the stuffed bridge of his nose. Despite the scuffle, the badger barely walked out with a scratch, but the same couldn’t be said for the other man.

“What am I going to do with you? Seriously, you’re lucky if he doesn’t charge you with assault! Dumbass!” scolding his boyfriend for the way he had unleashed his pent up rage upon the stranger.

“Hey, he swung first,” shrugging his shoulders before pulling a pack of cigarettes out from his pocket. Sven sighed in exasperation, watching as Elex flicked a cigarette out of the pack and lit it up with a practiced hand. He knew it was pointless to argue with the stubborn badger when he was in this mood, so he simply stood there in silence, the cool night air weaving around them like a comforting blanket.

As Elex took a drag from his cigarette, he exhaled a cloud of smoke that mingled with the night, disappearing into the darkness above. The tension that had gripped him earlier seemed to dissipate with each puff, the adrenaline from the fight slowly ebbing away.

After a moment of quiet contemplation, Sven finally spoke. "We should probably get out of here before the bouncer comes out and starts asking for names," he suggested, his voice calm but firm. Elex glanced over at him, taking in the concern etched on his features.

"Yeah, you're right," Elex replied, crushing the stub of his cigarette under his boot. With a final release of smoke from between his lips he lazily slung an arm around the cat’s waist. Unusual for the badger to display such affections, the cat narrowed his eyebrows and looked his lover up and down.

“You good?” The Cheshire asked cautiously, but leaning into the intimacy.

“Yeah, I’m good,” Elex responded with a soft smile, his usual tough exterior cracking to reveal a vulnerable side that only Sven seemed to elicit. The cat returned the smile, his worries easing as he felt the warmth of Elex’s touch against his side.

Together, they walked into the night, the street lamps casting a soft glow over their figures as they navigated the emptying streets. The events of the evening lingered in the air between them, but there was also an unspoken understanding that they would face whatever came their way together. Even if it meant being broke for a while to make sure Sven could set up his dream. Suddenly, those problems seemed less worrying after Elex was able to let off some steam.

As they turned a corner and disappeared into the shadows of the night, a sense of calm settled over them. In that moment, all that mattered was each other, their bond unbreakable in the face of any asshole that tried to ruin their good night. There was still time to turn things around.

And so, with the badger’s arm secured around his taller counterpart, Elex and Sven ventured into the unknown night, ready to face the rest of their evening in the comfort of their own home, albeit, with a quick stop at the liquor store for snacks and whiskey.

The End

Author’s Notes: I know I know, it’s short and sexless, but wasn’t that fun? 😍 I love angry Elex, being mean and beating people up while suffering from allergies. 🤧 I enjoyed it, I hope you did too!

[chickenkurage]

CHAPTER 9..... OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH CHAPTER 9, THIS ONE HAS A LOT MORE TO TAKE IN THIS TIME-

FIRST OF ALL WOAH- THEY ACTUALLY REUNITED!!! LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! ALAN ACTUALLY FINDING OUT THAT THE OTHERS KNEW ABOUT DJ SO HE ASKED VICTIM ABOUT WHERE DJ IS TO SEE HIM AFTER ALL THIS TIME!!! THIS IS LIKE THEY ALMOST FORMED AN ECLIPSE BY NOT CHASING EACH OTHER NOW AFTER SEEING EACH OTHER, BUT IT WENT BACK TO THAT WHEN ALAN FLEW AWAY FROM DJ, THE AWKWARD MOMENT THEY HAD UNDER TREE DOES SEEM RELATABLE CONSIDERING HOW IT'S BEEN SO LONG TO THE POINT YOU DON'T KNOW HOW THE OTHER VIEWS YOU AS, DJ THINKS LOWER OF HIMSELF AND ALAN THINKING HE'S STILL WORTHLESS ALL THIS TIME, MEANWHILE ALAN POSSIBLY STILL THINKS DJ HATES HIM FOR WHAT HE HAS SAID SO LONG AGO AND THINKING WHY HE INTERACTED WITH DJ THAT WAY WHEN HE LEFT, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THESE TWO TALK IT OUT OH MY GOSH- AND YEAH VICTIM UH- YOU'LL PROBABLY NEED TO KNOW ABOUT ALA- NOOGAI AND DJ'S RELATIONSHIP MUCH MORE LATER ON, OR JUST KNOWING THE FULL STORY ABOUT THEM LATER ON IN THE CHAPTERS BECAUSE IT'S SO MUCH TO BARE I'LL SAY- AND OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH SATIN... OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH I HATE HER ALREADY HONESTLY- I HATE HER VIBES I'M ALREADY HATING WHAT SHE'S SAYING TO DJ AND I HATE HER JUST TOUCHING HIM OUT OF NOWHERE- OH HECK NAH THIS IS DEFINITELY HALO 2.0 FRICK NO- BUT NOOOOOOOOOOO DJ THINKING ABOUT BRINGING BACK HIS FAMILY COULD POSSIBLY MAKE HIM THINK THAT ALAN WILL FIND HIM WORTHY AGAIN FOR ACTUALLY DOING SOMETHING- OH DJ.... DJ.... AND NOT THE FLASHBACK WITH DJ TELLING THE STORY ABOUT THE SUN AND MOON BEING SIBLINGS AND THEM LITERALLY ACTING LIKE SIBLINGS BY DJ CLINGING ONTO ALAN, OH GOSH THEY LOOKED SO HAPPY BEFORE WHAT WENT WRONGGGGGGGG- WELL APPARENTLY THE FAMILY WAS KILLED DUE TO RACISM BUT STILL THAT'S EXTREMELY TOO FAR LIKE WHAT THE F*CK??? GEEZ IT REALLY WAS A LOT OF THAT BACK IN THEIR DAYS.... SO THE OTHER DID EVENTUALLY WENT BACK TO THEIR CREATOR WHICH IS A GOOD THING BUT THAT MAKES DJ GO BACK TO HIS OLD ROUTINE BUT WAITING FOR ALAN AFTER HIS VISIT AND STILL THINKING ABOUT SATINS OFFER, WHAT IN THE WORLD IS SHE THINKING??? LIKE WHAT- FOR SOME REASON I'M ALREADY IMAGINING HER AS THE CYAN STICK ALAN HAD BEATEN UP A LONG TIME AGO IDK WHY- OKAY BUT ESPECIALLY DJ'S THOUGHTS HERE.... OH MY GOSH THAT'S A LOT OF DARK AND F*CKED UP THOUGHTS- EVEN WHERE BEFORE ALAN FLEW OFF HE WAS ALREADY THINKING A LOT ABOUT WHAT ALAN WOULD DO TO HIM AND ALL!!! LIKE WHY CAN I EVEN IMAGINE DJ THINKING ABOUT KNEELING IN FRONT OF ALAN WITH A SHARP WEAPON LIKE A KNIFE ON HIS FOREHEAD AND WAITS FOR ALAN TO FINISH HIM OFF JUST LIKE THAT- WHAT IN THE WORLD IS GONNA HAPPEN WHAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

NOW ATG ALAN AND DJ IS REMINDING ME OF THIS AUDIO- "moon tell me if I could, send up my heart to you? So when I die which I must do could it shineeeeee down here with you?" AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THEY'RE SICK-

Okay! Let's start Yapping! Yippee!!

There is so many misunderstandings in this chapter, and it's absolutely just...sad. They had each other at arm's length but refused to reach out. DJ did reach out, but Alan wasn't sure on how to react, perhaps in his head he thought DJ was about to punch the living lights out of him and Alan was waiting for that.

Alan was definitely waiting for DJ to burst into anger, that's why he's incredibly quiet, he was waiting for DJ to be angry at him, to hurt him.

Victim most likely would not know right away what Noogai and DJ's deal with each other was, but he might have some theories or some suspicion about them knowing each other or perhaps more than that. As for Satin, Satin is already making a move towards DJ. And her unnerving way of trying to touch DJ, is just utterly disgusting. But she knew she already had him hooked with the promise of revival, the temptation of trying to get who you love back into the land of the living.

And as for the sun and moon, it was utterly just heartbreaking hearing the legend of the Sun and Moon where both of them we're actually siblings and not lovers as some says. And they forever chase each other in the sky.

While the original take on it was, they chase each other for fun, DJ found it sad because forever chasing someone you love is painful for him, that's why he felt incredibly just sad about the story while Alan isn't so interested in it.

Yes, Alan's family was killed by racism, since Alan's wife and his kids are not the same kind as Alan, they were shunned, especially Alan for marrying a different stick than his kind. Because in their time, it is important to note that you can only marry your own kind. (It is almost the same with some religion that they can only marry the person with the same religion)

DJ really does have a pretty fucked up thoughts, and I really can't say anymore to that. The whole fanfic is a pretty heavy baggage for having a summary that is so silly.

DJ has always liked to imagine how Alan would react if he were to die, and he loves doing that to pass time. And I don't know if I should laugh at that or cry.

The quote really does remind me of ATG Alan and DJ, they are honestly sick. That even if I saw doodles of them looking happy, it just makes me sad because that isn't the same thing I'm seeing right now XD - S

[dragonsarecool]

June of Doom Day 18 - Headache

A/N: Doc sometimes get too absorbed in his projects. A short piece set a few years prior to Part I.

By some miracle from the heavens, he'd managed to arrive for work early.

For fourteen-year-old Marty, given how often Strickland seemed to bombard him with tardy slips and trips to detention, it was most definitely a rare occasion. He was grateful that even when he was running late, Doc never spoke harshly to him or even acknowledged it half the time.

I just hope he doesn't mind that I am early for once…

The young man rang the doorbell twice before letting himself inside. "Yo, Doc!" Marty placed his skateboard next to the doormat, shuffling his backpack off his shoulders. "You here, Doc?"

Although he still didn't receive a response, he wasn't that concerned. Sometimes Doc was so wrapped up in whatever he was working on that until Marty tapped him on the shoulder, he had no idea he was there. This had resulted in a number of unintentional jumpscares until Doc decided to finally fix his doorbell, giving Marty a tool to announce his arrival. "Doc?..."

What did make him concerned was the sudden appearance of a frantic Einstein, barking and whining as he sprinted towards Marty. The faithful canine jumped towards the teenager, wailing as he tried to grab a piece of his shirt in his mouth.

"Einstein!" Marty attempted to calm the furry companion, failing to dodge the projectiles of spit flying at him. "Einstein, it's alright boy! Where's Doc?"

A sudden clattering from the back of the house made him jump, causing Einstein to abandon his obsession with the teenager and charge down the hallway, barking furiously as he went. Now starting to feel worried, Marty cautiously followed the canine into the depths of the house. "Doc? You okay?"

If the scientist did respond, Marty couldn't hear his reply over Einstein's wails. "Geez, Einy, calm down!" He ducked his head into the kitchen as he passed, though he found himself doing a double take as he realised there was an uneaten bowl of cereal and glass of milk adorning the kitchen bench. One sniff was enough to confirm his suspicions that it'd been out of the fridge for several hours, and he frowned in disgust. Did Doc even have breakfast this morning?…He's always telling me how its bad for you to skip food.

Einstein's yapping drew his attention back to the present, and Marty found himself trailing behind the dog as he led the teenager towards the back living room, and his panic only rose as he noticed the lights were off. "Doc?"

He went to flip the light switch when a strangled noise of protest made him jump. "Doc!"

Squinting through the dim light he managed to make out a familiar shape curled up on Einstein's dog bed, still dressed in a lab coat that desperately needed a run through the wash. Doc's hands were clutching at his hair, his fingers absently massaging his scalp through the strands as he kept his face firmly buried in the depths of a pillow.

It didn't take Marty long to work out what was wrong; he'd seen Doc in this state enough times to know the drill. "Another migraine?"

The scientist could only manage a low hum in response and Marty sighed numbly. That's the second one this month! And it's only the tenth!…

For God's sake, Doc, I told you that you gotta look after yourself! You can't work for twenty-six hours straight!

Marty leaned against the doorframe, glaring at the linoleum floor with He felt guilty for being so frustrated with the situation presented before him. Doc was an adult, after all, and therefore capable of looking after himself.

At the same time though, all he could see in that curled-up profile on the couch was his mother after a couple of bottles of wine.

At least Doc had the decency and humility to thank him after each episode had passed. His own mother usually didn't remember him cleaning up her vomit or placing a damp cloth on her forehead.

I'm getting too good at this whole 'nursing' bullshit.

Deciding to keep his thoughts private, Marty gave Einstein a thankful pat before he turned towards the kitchen. "I'll grab your water, Doc."

[strawberrybobamilk]

Cut Here (Part 5)

TWs: Language

"Whoa! That certainly wasn't the kind of greeting I expected" the blue eyed man chuckled as he sat down next to Trevor.

"Whatever" Trevor scoffed "Anyway my question was legitimate: what the fuck you want, who are you?"

"Geez, I just saw you sulking down this bridge and I just wanted to conversate" the man threw his hands in the air "In a bad mood today aren't we?"

"Yeah, no shit. And you still haven't told me who the fuck are you"

"Okay okay! I'm Michael. Michael Townley"

A few silent moments passed, as the Michael guy picked up a cigarette and a lighter from his pocket and started smoking.

"Trevor" a whisper-like voice came out of the long haired man "I'm Trevor Philips" he said in a louder voice as he noticed Michael turning to him.

Michael made a friendly smile at him as a cloud of grey smoke came out of his nostrils "Nice to meet you Trevor".

Another moment of silence descended upon them. Trevor was still blankly looking at his feet, but couldn't help but notice with curiosity the way Michael was looking ahead of him, as if he was calculating something, he could almost hear the sound of the gears turning in his head.

"What are you looking at?" Trevor finally asked.

Michael looked briefly at Trevor, then looked again in front of him, taking another long cigarette drag "You see that little shop over there?"

Trevor stopped looking down and instead looked in the direction Michael has been focusing on for all this time "Yeah. What about it?".

Michael spoke in an almost whispery voice, still looking carefully at the shop "No cars around it, no customers inside it. Just that one shopkeeper checking everything's in its right place. It's evening, almost closing time, which means he must have made some cash during daytime".

"So you wanna rob it?" Trevor asked, in an oddly calm voice.

Michael let out a little chuckle "Hello there Mr Smartypants" Trevor felt the sound of a gun clicking, and his eyes turned to see the barrel of a gun pointed to his temple, as Michael spoke in a quiet voice "Try saying something to the cops and we'll have a dead body to dispose".

To Michael's surprise, Trevor wasn't the least bit intimidated, and instead grinned and laughed "You really think I have a reason to go yapping to those LIARS?" his teeth clenched in an angered way at the word 'LIARS' "Me? Just some fucking 'UNSTABLE' hobo under a bridge? Me, who failed everyone and everything in his life? If I told them they wouldn't even believe me, they'd just lock me up somewhere in some shitty prison or something" he then turned his head to Michael, who was still looking intensely at him ready to press the trigger at any second, and Trevor leaned down making his forehead get perfectly aligned with the gun muzzle, still grinning "If you wanna kill me then go ahead, I won't stop you. You'll do me a favor if you do".

Some seconds that felt like an eternity passed, until Michael put away his gun with a "Fuck!".

"What?" Trevor asked in a surprised way.

Michael looked down at his gun and put it back in his pocket shaking his head "...fuck I can't do this..."

"What's the matter?"

Michael spat his now finished cigarette on the snowy ground and got up "It's hard to explain okay?!" he looked at the cigarette, then at the shop, then at Trevor who was still sat down, then hesitantly said "You wanna join me?"

"...what?"

"You heard me Trevor. You wanna learn how to do this? How to make some money? How to feel like..." he took a deep breath "...your life is worth living?"

Trevor pondered on Michael's words.

He didn't have anything to lose.

He has done way worse things in his life.

And if doing this kind of things would have made him "feel like... your life is worth living"...

Trevor got up and stared at his new mentor "Tell me what to do"

Michael smirked "Follow me".

I'm drowning in a whiskey river

Bathin' my memory's mind in the wetness of its soul

The unfortunate shopkeeper cleaned and rearranged his merch, enjoying that peaceful country song playing on the radio.

Feeling the amber current flowing from my mind

And leaving the heart you left so cold

Suddendly, the door violently slammed open, almost causing the door bell to fall and break. The shopkeeper turned with a jump and saw two men: one slightly chubby with blue eyes and short slick black hair, and the other one thinner with hazel eyes and long dark brown hair. The blue eyed one was holding a gun and he was the one shouting "Hands up!", while the hazel eyed one apparently was unarmed, yet still managed to appear even more threatening than his accomplice with a gun.

Whiskey river take my mind

And don't let her memory torture me

"You fuckin' deaf or what?!" the long haired one yelled as he stepped towards the scared shopkeeper, looking like a charging bull "Hands! Up! And take out the cash before I rip your fucking spine out! NOW!"

"Y-yes! Please don't hurt me" the shopkeeper pleaded as he immediately ran to the cash register.

"That's right. And don't play funny games" blue eyed guy said, as he briefly stared at his partner in crime with a surprised expression "Don't try calling the police, or you know what happens"

"Y-yes" the shopkeeper stuttered, as he was taking out all the banknotes as fast as he could.

"Which is using your brains as a paintbrush for these walls, if that ain't clear" hazel eyed guy taunted, obtaining another impressed look by blue eyed guy "Which to be honest this shop really needs, these walls are shit"

"Please don't!" the shopkeeper cried, handing them a big handful of banknotes "Please this is all I have, please don't kill me!"

"Atta boy" blue eyed guy took the money along with a pen, and tore a little piece of paper from the shopkeeper's notebook "Now let's go, come on!"

Whiskey river don't run dry

You're all I've got, take care of me

"Now what happens?" Trevor asked, following Michael.

"Now we run!" Michael panted "Keep following me!"

They both ran towards a car. Michael broke the window with his elbow and snaked his arm inside.

"You don't have a car of yours?" Trevor asked raising an eyebrow.

"Well, if you are a thief you should never use the same car at all times. Cops might track you down and find you if you do" Michael explained, as if he was explaining the most obvious thing ever "Besides, that guy said he's not gonna call the police. Everyone says that when they get robbed but it's better to never trust them when they say that. Just in case" the engine started rumbling "Now get in the car"

"Well then we should have actually killed the fucker. Just in case" Trevor scoffed as he entered the car and sat besides Michael, who already had his hands on the steering wheel.

"And clean all that mess, get rid of the body and all the evidence? Technically you could do that, but it's a pain in the ass, it's unnecessary, and takes longer. Scaring the shit outta them is enough anyway"

Trevor pouted and crossed his arms "Yeah but killing them is more fun and entertaining!"

Michael let out a laugh and rolled his eyes "Hold your horses, tough guy".

Michael drove around for some minutes, every once in a while he turned to look at Trevor, who was constantly staring at him throughout the whole drive.

Michael was the first to break the silence "This was your first robbery, right?"

"Yeah"

"You know... for your first time, it wasn't bad. It wasn't bad AT. ALL"

"You mean it?"

"Yes I do. I mean... 'rip your fucking spine out'? 'Using your brains as a paintbrush for these walls'?" Michael giggled in amusement "Where did you get these from?"

"Oh" Trevor just shrugged "Just came up with those on the spot, I don't really know"

"Really?"

"Yes, really"

"That... that's actually cool, Trevor! You're like... Mr. Cash"

"...who?"

"Mr. Cash, you know. That dark, gritty and tormented protagonist in search for vengeance, from Solomon Richards' latest movie, and..." Michael turned to see a rather puzzled looking Trevor "...yeah, nevermind".

The drive proceeded in a very peaceful and upbeat way, both of the men chatting, joking and laughing with each other.

Once they were in a safe area, they both exited the car, and Michael handed Trevor's share. Not before using the pen and the small paper piece he stole earlier to write something Trevor couldn't see.

"Here" Michael said as he gave Trevor's share, still holding the paper piece in his other hand "Hey... did you, enjoy doing this? Your first robbery?"

Trevor looked at the handful of banknotes. He was feeling a mix of emotions. He was feeling...

"like your life is worth living"

"Yes. Yes I did Michael"

"Good. Then have this too, and call me whenever you wanna do something like this again" Michael said smiling as he handed him the piece of paper, and patted his arm before leaving "You're a good partner Trevor, really".

They waved bye at each other, and Trevor looked at the paper piece: it was a phone number.

After a couple days spent roaming around that lone snowy town like he always did, Trevor kept thinking about that robbery he just partaked into. About the adrenaline flowing in his veins. About those beautiful blue eyes admiring him like no one else ever did. About how he felt alive.

"Call me whenever you wanna do something like this again"

Trevor picked up Michael's number from his pocket, put a coin inside the phone booth, and started dialing the number.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Michael. It's me, Trevor. Shall we... do another job together?"

He could feel Michael grinning from the other end "I was waiting for your call Trevor".

[heyitsyn]

Keeping Up With Seijoh Ep. ∞

a/n: this made me tear up a bit ngl bc haikyuu always hitting us with ‘theres no next year for us’ typa bull like BLS TAKE PITY ON MY SOUL AND STOP TIME AND KEEP MY BOYS TOGETHER :(((((((

it has an infinity symbol bc this is in the future so there isnt really an episode number 

for more seijoh content, check this masterlist out!

anon:

the third years coming back to seijoh the following year for a surprise visit, and watching over practice cuz they were in town for break. being impressed on how kyo has calmed down (a bit), kunimi actually giving a sh-, yknow the deal. just the growth of their kouhai makes them 🥺🥺 but THEN- Y O U walk in with the team’s bottles n the small gasp that comes out of your mouth when you see them. they GAWK cuz you’re maturing SO well (stfu oikawa- my eyes up are here) and just 🥺🤲

SO LIKE UNLESS YOURE NEW TO MY BLOG YOU KNOW THIS FINNA BE A SAD ONE BC SEIJOH THIRD YEARS ARE MY FAVORITE BOIS AND THEM GRADUATING MAKES ME :(

oh god here comes the tears

so

it was something you knew was coming since yanno, third years and all that

but you were so sure you had more time left before it happened

didnt you just join the team and met them like yesterday?

nope love you met nearly a year ago

and they made quite an impact on you in the short term you were together

so during the day of graduation

it wasnt really a school day since it was mostly for third years and the whole ceremony but kouhais could come so they could send off their senpais

you already called each third year the night before, nearly 2 hours per boy, to talk to them and cry with them so you didnt have to cry during the day

but ofc

you were sobbing already when you saw your captain walk up and get his tube with the diploma inside

they tried to remain strong as they sat in their seats but a single glance at you and the team at the stands above, the tears were already either forming or full out slipping

i know yall finna beat me up for this but im not really familiar with the other third years in the team bc theyre not really shown in the anime or manga that much so i dont have a good grip on their character so can we pls pretend theyre not in here?? omg pls dont kill me though

the ceremony felt like a long time for the seniors but when it was finally over, they ran out of that building and yall did too and you bolted yourself into the arms of your captain

oikawa held you tightly against him and he didnt care about being seen by his fangirls, who were waiting outside for him, or the others who wanted to have you to them too

‘i love you, y/n-chan’

he mumbled and you nodded

‘mhm. i love you too, oikawa-san. i love all my boys’

YALL MY HEART IS BREAKING BC OIKAWA ACTUALLY MEANT IT THIS TIME AND YOURE STILL OVER HERE THINKING THAT HES JUST SAYING IT AS A FRIEND LIKE IM-

iwa ripped you away from him and your face was buried into his chest

but it didnt last long since the others got a little impatient and just joined the hug turning it into a group hug

‘i dont want you to leave!’

kindaichi sobbed and kunimi sniffled, holding on tighter to the backs of his senpais

even kyo was sad but hes a tuff boy so he easily hid that behind his usual frown and glare

after seeing their parents and reassuring them they would be home soon, you started your trek towards your usual hang out spot

the second and first years were walking ahead of you while the third years fell back in step with you in between them

mattsuhana flanked your left while iwaoi were at your right

the tears were now gone but sniffles still filled the area and everyone was still down in their spirits

you held tightly to the warm big hands of iwaizumi and the soft touch of mattsun’s hand as if you were clutching your life-line

but you knew no matter how tightly you held on to them, they would still go and eventually leave you behind

the ramen shop was filled with another round of tears as everyone realized that this would be the last time seijoh og would have ramen here

‘WE DONT WANT YOU TO GOOO~~~~!!!!!!’

kindaichi sobbed while kunimi aggressively shoved noodles in his mouth to hide his hiccups

you refused to eat because you were so sad that you were scared you might end up throwing it all up later so you settled on relishing your time with the boys

oikawa was busy talking to yahaba and telling him tips and tricks for next year while iwaizumi was consolling the others who were crying

that left you to harshly wipe off the tears and focus on the jokes that matsuhana were telling to help and lighten up the mood

‘think of it like this! you won’t have oikawa and iwaizumi fighting anymore!’

well,,,,,

that kinda made things worse

geez makki stfu!!!!

you bursted into full tears and you sobbed, loudly and freely

‘WAAAAAHHHH!!!!!’

you wheezed and then continued to cry

everyone flinched and got startled at the sight of you crying

theyve seen you cry before but not this intensely and sadly 

‘DONT GO!!! OU-OUR FAMILY’S GONE!! ITS B-BROKEN NOW!!!!’

you wailed

everyone is so used to seijoh antics that they didnt even bat an eyelash when everyone started crying

‘damn it, i was trying not to cry!’

iwa growled and buried his face into his hands to hide the pain in his eyes

‘come here, y/n-chan’

mattsun cooed while sobbing and you went straight into his arms and his arms tightly wounded around you

he pressed kisses on your neck to calm you and he whispered promises to keep you from thinking that you would be alone

the boys were all still crying even when you paid for them and at the exit, everyone wouldnt let go of each other

ngl it was a weird sight of seeing these boys just hanging on and hugging the others and you were tightly pressed against makki’s chest 

‘dont cry, y/n-chan. we’ll be here, always. just a 4-hour ride to tokyo’

he promised but you shook your head

‘--too far’

you mumbled and he was able to make out a few words and he laughed

‘i swear you’ll see us in a few hours’

it took a few words of assurance from makki and eventually mattsun and iwa joined

oikawa stayed back because he already wanted to walk you home and iwa knew you were the one that was the hardest for oikawa to tell his plans to

waving them good bye, you fussed and made sure everyone was not crying anymore

‘you text me the moment you get home, all right? and kyo-san, let the food in your stomach settle before-’

‘before i take a bath-yea i know’

he rolled his eyes but he smiled lightly before hugging you

‘go home now, y/n’

he pushed you towards his captain but you pulled away one last time to give each boy a kiss on the cheek

their lips trembled, especially the third years, and wanted to keep their tears in but they rocket launched to space

yanno that one part in season 1 when kiyoko told them to work hard and then they just snot-rocketed and cried

oikawa interlaced your fingers as you both walked towards your house and it was quiet

you were sus bc it was too quiet and oikawa would usually be either skipping, humming a tune, or just yapping his ass off

but right now

he was quiet, slouchy, and,,,, not oikawa

you looked up to see his face and you knew it wasnt just the graduating part

it was like,,,, he was nervous

you squeezed his hand and that got his attention

‘oikawa-san, whats wrong?’

he suddenly stopped and your linked hands caused you to also stop so you watched him stare down at his shoes and you blinked at him in confusion

‘oika-’

‘y/n, tell me to stay’

he,,, sounded like he was begging

pleading

desperate to hear you say it

‘why should i?’

you asked and he finally lifted his eyes to stare into your eyes

he gulped before further explaining himself 

‘coach got me a volleyball scholarship’

he whispered and your eyes widened before you launched into him for a hug and pulled back to cup his face

‘oh my god! tooru! a scholarship?! im so proud-’

‘in argentina’

he finished and your eyes dimmed, the lifted corners of your lips falling into a frown

‘o-oh’

you stuttered and pulled your hands away but he grabbed them, placing them back to his face 

‘but if you dont want me to go, i wont-’

‘NO! what?! tooru, its your dream! you and iwa-san wouldnt stop talking about that match with argentina and-and you want to go there! dont you dare let that slip away!’

you scolded frantically however oikawa’s face scrunched before he started crying

‘i-i can’t! y/n, i’ll be alone! its so far away! far from iwa, far from you-’

then you reached to your tippy toes and kissed his nose then leaned back with a big smile

‘no matter how far, ill always be right here. im always going to be here, waiting for you’

you mumbled and oikawa hiccuped then leaned his forehead against yours, eyes clashing that was so full of love and fear

‘then dont you worry, y/n-chan. oikawa-senpai will work really hard and he will come back and make you happy’

he whispered and you pulled him even closer to give him the biggest hug

‘im looking forward to it’

TIMESKIPTIMESKIPTIMESKIPTIMESKIP

ONEYEARONEYEARONEYEARONEYEAR

truth to be told with guilty conscience, the third years havent really been in touch

yes theyve called and messaged but there wasnt a normal kind of communication, especially with oikawa

but they decided to go over there during a simultaneous week break for universities in tokyo and iwa, makki, and mattsun pressured oikawa to fly back to japan just for a week to visit

‘iwa-chan im so broke righ-’

‘fine, we’ll see y/n ourselve-’

‘OKAY FINE! HERE! IM BUYING THE TICKET NOW SEE?!’

bahahaha im sorry i love oiks so much its not even funny

they agreed to not tell anyone, even coach, to surprise you all and to see your faces of surprise bc mattsuhana are little shites and they love to mess around

it was a normal day during practice

yahaba was teaching some first years how to serve while watari was giving exercising tips on how to bend their knees without shrieking in athritis

kyotani was doing jump serves while kindaichi and kunimi tried to block him

it was a normal day

the former third years knew the ins and outs of the place and oikawa still had his keys of the gym since he never gave it back so they were easily able to sneak in

they sat on the bleachers and observed everyones growth which really blew them away and took them aback by how much they improved in little time

like kunimis actually huffing and throwing a mini tantrum bc hes so into it and hes mad he didnt get that block right

they also noticed the larger amount of new recruits and based on their practice, it looks like they would be in good hands for the next few years

however, the true shock settled in when this happened

kyotani cursed loudly when the ball hit out but yahaba scolded him for saying a bad word in front of the first years

‘kyotani, dont say that anymore! its not good to teach the babies bad words!’

he ranted and the college boys shared a look of caution and fear, bracing themselves for kyotani’s normal screaming and tantrum for being called out

but they were the most surprised when the bleach-haired boy simply glared at him and turned away to go pick up another ball to hit

‘did,,,, did kyoken-chan-’

‘was he just calm right now?’

‘oh my god iwa-chan kyoken-chan got abducted by aliens!’

I SWEAR TO GOD ITS LIKE THE CURRENT THIRD AND SECOND YEARS GOT AN OIKAWA ‘IWA-CHAN’ SENSOR BECAUSE THE MOMENT HE SAID THAT, THEIR EARS TWITCHED AND THEY JUST KNEW

THEIR SENPAIS WERE HERE

their eyes were wide and their attention snapped towards the bleachers where indeed, their 4 fathers sat

‘OIKAWA-SAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!’

kindaichi screamed and he NYOOMED towards the stairs but kunimi grabbed him by the collar

‘come down here, senpais!’

yahaba urged and coach and naoi shared a look of initial shock but then transformed into happiness

it was nice to see the family together again

they quickly turned into a dog pile with the hugs that were given around like kyotani actually giving iwaizumi a hug and makki and mattsun affectionately ruffling everyone’s hair

the other first years were just staring in awe at the legendary third years of seijoh that theyve heard so much about

‘everyone, these are your seniors!’

yahaba presented and the 3 third years became very flustered but ofc attention whore oikawa soaked it up

‘yes, hello, my little disciples! you are my legacy so work har- IWA-CHAN!’

he was cut into his famous line when his best friend bonked him for being too self-absorbed again

‘waaa, l/n-senpai was right’

some first year mumbled at the scene and their ears perked up at the name

‘l/n?’

‘where is she?! y/n-chan!’

oikawa shouted and looked around

BECAUSE OF FATE

YOU AUTOMATICALLY MANIFESTED THERE

‘YES YOU CALLED’

okay no but you actually walked in just in time, carrying the crate of water bottles, focused on not dropping them so you didnt really see the others

they were silent not because they wanted to mess with you and see how long youd figure out that they were there

no

they were silent because of how BEAUTIFUL you became

you gained a few inches and your hair is now longer with your baby fat slowly melting away and you were also finally showing your growth with your body

the eyes that used to gleam with childish innocence was now mature and poised like a perfect lady

even the way you walked with a crate made it seem like a ballet performance with the grace at every step and the flowery aura you exuded

you have turned from a ridiculously cute and pretty girl to a beautiful goddess

AND YOU WERE ONLY IN YOUR SECOND YEAR HOW THE HELL ARE THEY SUPPOSED TO HANDLE IT WHEN YOURE FINALLY A THIRD YEAR?!

CAN YOU IMAGINE THE AMOUNT OF BOYS THEY HAVE TO WARD OFF?!

‘my god’

iwaizumi mumbled, flushing red and turning away to hide his fluster

‘beautiful’

oikawa whispered and he gulped, not remembering how strikingly attractive you are

‘have mercy’

makki whined softly, clutching his heart as it started beating fast and made his stomach feel all funny

did they act like this back in the day?

mattsun doesnt have control so he ran forward and you were just putting the crate down when you were lifted off of the floor and twirled around

so like yahaba waved off the others to go back to practice so its like not awkward to be standing around and see this happening

there was only one person who did this to you

‘mattsun-san?!’

you shrieked and you giggled happily as he put you down so you were able to hug him properly and eventually, catching sight on the others behind him

your gasp made them smile widely and you pressed a hand to your mouth to hide the shock and your overjoyed laugh

if they could take a picture of this and remember the amount of love your eyes held and the pure unfiltered happiness that swirled in those orbs

it was like they felt themselves falling in love with you all over again

‘oh my god everyone’s here too!’

you ran to them and jumped at the awaiting arms of iwaizumi and he was still the bara arm babie you remembered

‘i missed you, doll’

he whispered

‘hmmm,,,i missed you more’

he let you go and you skipped over to makki who engulfed you in his arms and you felt his soft brown hair because you remembered he loved it when you ran your fingers through his hair

‘youve grown! so much! you got even more beautiful!’

he exclaimed and you giggled, bashful at his compliment

‘hmm~, no i didnt’

he gave you a deadpan look and you chuckled before scurrying away towards the one you wanted to hug the most

he definitely got more toned and he got taller too

you didnt have any time to react since he grabbed you and squished you against him

‘youre here, oikawa-san’

he nuzzled his head against your neck

‘mhm, im here now, y/n-chan’

he placed a kiss on your nose and you scrunched your face but there was a big smile that was clear

then oikawa’s eyes trailed from your face to your,,, ahem,,, girls

‘jesus, y/n-chan really grew, huh’

he complimented and you blinked confusingly before trailing after his eye’s gaze and it landed on your chest and you punched him

‘urusai, oikawa-san! my eyes are up here! youre so perverted. pervert oikawa-san’

you pouted and moved to seek comfort in the arms of makki

‘hmm, oikawa’s perverted as usual. i think it got worse with all those argentinian women’

makki teased and mattsun joined to poke fun at their captain

oikawa whined and told iwa they were making fun of him to which his own best friend betrayed him and starting teasing him too

you simply watched on and your eyes watered, your sniffles catching their attention

‘eh? why are you crying, y/n-chan?’

oikawa asked while approaching you to wipe your tears with his thumbs

but you shook your head with a teary smile

‘n-nothing-just,,,, i missed you guys. an-and im so happy because its like our f-family’s back together and i just-i-’

you cried but it was out of happiness and their hearts warmed

ofc they felt guilty because they were aware that they werent as in touch as they shouldve been so you probably felt lonely and casted aside without any contact from your boys

but they know now to make sure you feel loved and cared for because as you keep saying, they were your boys

they were a family

seijoh is a family 

and you love them 

but they love you more

a/n: okay im sorry this is probably trash and all over the place and im crying and stressing but ive been writing in between my college alg homework and its been so hard like WHY IS NUMBERS SO HARD LIKE WHAT-?! but this has kinda been the baby of my break time and relaxing few minutes bc i procrastinate too much and i want to do something i like before i actually go insane and i promise PROMISE that once everything is cleared up i will edit this and im already working on the other requests so expect a few to be out by the end of the week or something like that!!

[ryqoshay]

Putting on Hairs

Primary Pairing: NicoMaki Words: 877 Rating: G, probably, mild T at best AU: Werewolf (possibly others?)

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Author’s Note: It’s AU August, which is something in which I’ve not often participated, but adore the idea. Recently, @lonelypond tagged me to choose a prompt, which resulted in this lovely work. At least I assume it’s lovely based on the author’s prior work; I haven’t had a chance to read it, but intend to do so later today.

Anyway, the list has been simmering in the back of my mind for a few days. And I had a silly idea for a Cryptid Theater prompt as I walked to the kitchen for some water after waking up wa~y to early this morning. Then I couldn’t stop thinking about it and couldn’t get back to sleep. So I got back up and wrote this. And here is the sleep deprived, decaffeinated result.

Notes edited with credit to @daily-nicotine

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“I can’t believe you would do this to me!” Nico fumed as she paced around the dressing room.

“Whatever do you mean, Nicocchi?” Nozomi inquired innocently.

“Don’t play coy with me!” Nico paused to point. “You recommended this… this circus to me!”

“I did.” Nozomi confirmed. “As your agent, I thought this role would suit my client perfectly.”

“You mean you saw an opportunity to make fun of me.” Nico growled back.

Nozomi donned a hurt expression. “You don’t like the production?”

“It’s a joke!” Nico declared. “The whole thing is one big joke! I mean of course it is. A show about werewolves titled ‘Putting on Hairs’?! What else could it possibly be but a horrible, B-rate comedy? Or tragedy more like.”

“I thought the title was amusing.” Nozomi admitted.

“Ughn!” Nico threw up her hands and started pacing again. “This was supposed to be my breakout role! But instead, I’m stuck quipping about knees bending the wrong way during transformation! I mean that’s not even true!”

“You would know.”

“Of course, I would know! That’s my point!” Nico shook her head. “You would think nobody in this whole production has ever met an actual werewolf. Or anything else for that matter. I mean of course real vampires don’t sparkle. Gods, I hate Hollywood.”

“Well, you’re not exactly admitting everything to everyone yourself, now are you.” Nozomi pointed out.

“That’s not the point.”

“Oh?”

“I can’t work like this.”

“Mm?”

“This whole thing is a mockery of who I am.” Nico groused. “And don’t even get me started on that spoiled brat of a costar.”

“I thought she was nice.”

“Nice?! Did we meet the same person?”

“She’s also quite talented.”

“Well yeah, she’d have to be to get into a school like Waseda. Unless her mommy and daddy just bought her way into that place.”

“Money may have secured her enrollment,” Nozomi conceded “and her family’s influence certainly made connections for obtaining roles like this. But I’ve done my research, her skills are her own.”

“Well maybe she should just take my role and I can get out of this whole ordeal.”

“I’d say give it a chance. Give her a chance.” Nozomi pulled something out of her shirt. “I have a feeling good things are coming.”

“You and your cards.” Nico rolled her eyes. “Put that away. And button up. Geez.” As she was about to make another round, her gaze found one of the outfits that was to be fitted for her. “Oh, and have you seen this mess?” She paused to hold up the garment. “Where did they find this? It looks like a kindergartener’s first arts and crafts project.” She tugged at a tuft of fur. “Seriously, Teen Wolf had better material for crying out loud.”

Heating up again, Nico stomped the first few steps in her circle. For her part, Nozomi watched in calm amusement, waiting for what she knew would eventually occur.

Sure enough, the strap of Nico’s top slipped off as her shoulders narrowed. Then her skirt began to slide. However, the actress was too lost in her tantrum to notice. Of course, having done this very routine dozens of times before, Nico subconsciously stepped out of everything as if it was part of her plan. Within moments, the young woman had shrunk down entirely and what was left prancing was a pretty little Pomeranian.

Nozomi held back a chortle as the fluffball yapped away, still not having noticed her transformation.

A knock sounded at the door.

That startled Nico into realizing her state and she scampered behind a chair to hide.

“Come in Maki-chan.” Nozomi called.

“How… did you know it was me?” A young redhead asked, slowly opening the door.

Nozomi merely smiled in return.

Maki raised an eyebrow but didn’t press the issue. “Anyway, I thought I heard… barking?”

Now Nozomi laughed. “Maki-chan has good ears. Do you like dogs?”

Maki tilted her head with confusion. “I don’t dislike them.” She responded. “But I was hoping to ask Yazawa-san something about our roles? Is she here?”

“As if you don’t already know.” Nozomi smirked.

“What do you…”

“You can come out, Nicocchi.” Nozomi called. “Maki-chan’s here to talk.”

“What are you…”

Nozomi moved around the chair, stooped and scooped up the dog from behind it. Nico immediately began to growl and nipped at the arms holding her.

“Here you go.” Nozomi held out the fuzzy football toward Maki.

“Eh?” Maki balked.

Nozomi sighed. “I know you’re both actresses, good ones at that, but you can stop pretending you didn’t already sense each other.”

Nico stopped squirming and let herself be handed off to a still somewhat reluctant Maki.

“But, you’re… not like me…” Maki leaned in a little toward Nozomi “or her.” She indicated Nico.

“Nope. I’m not.” Nozomi nodded.

“Then how…?”

“I have my ways.”

“Hrm…”

“Anyway, I’ll let you two have your chat.” Nozomi slipped past Maki but paused in the doorway. “Oh, Nicocchi won’t be able to change back until she calms down a bit. Perhaps try sitting with her in your lap and petting her?”

“Buweehh?” Maki almost dropped Nico.

Nozomi giggled and was gone, leaving behind a flummoxed Maki to figure out how to talk with her apparent cryptid costar.

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Author’s Note Continued: So there we have it. It may feel like an introduction to something bigger, but for the time being, I’m calling this one and done. Maybe someday I’ll come back and expand on this with cheesy tropes and Hollywood mockery, but I have far too much of a backlog of ideas that I want to write for my current ongoing projects.

Also, the idea for Pomeranian Nico is shamelessly stolen from... someone I follow on Tumblr.* I’m about to pass out in my chair, so I’ll have to search for that later, but preemptive thanks to the individual who posted about that months ago.

And finally, no, I did not decide what type of cryptid or monster or whatever Maki is. Maybe she’s another werewolf. Maybe she’s a vampire. I dunno, and honestly, it’s not important for the sake of this little bit. Whatever she is, I hope Nozomi made it clear that she and Nico can sense that neither are normal humans, so she’s not spilling their secrets here; they already know. And Nozomi herself is... Nozomi; probably a witch or some other spiritual/magical/whatever human type.

Edit: *lonelypond located the original post for Pomeranian Nico, or woofnic as she is adorably tagged. Thank you lonelypond for the link and thank you daily-nicotine for the wonderful art and inspiration.

[scaryscarecrows]

Are there alternative POVs to your Whumotober chapter 5, Where do you Think You're Going? I'd love to see what Bruce, Dick, or Jim had going through their head at the time.

Took some digging, but I found a little bit. Maybe one day I'll finish it...

Bruce, in true Bruce fashion, hears ‘Joker’s escaped’ and hurtles off into the night without so much as an ‘I’ll keep in touch’. Because he won’t. Because Batman is above such petty things as ‘communication’.

Dick’s not bitter at all. He promises.

Whatever. Bruce’s Bruce-ness means that Dick’s the one hanging around the asylum to deal with that fallout when Gordon’s voice goes panicked and he spits out, “Dove, you have to get outta there--”

Okay, that’s weird. One, Dove Marquis (that’s gotta be who’s on the other line, right) is usually at work, and Penguin’s been...quiet...lately. Dick needs to drop in on him, poke him a little for fun. But two, Dove’s usually not, like, in the line of fire. She does her job and goes home and minds her own business. If this is Joker-related (probably), there is literally no reason for him to be interested in her. Dove, like every other person with half a brain, avoids the clown at all costs.

“But--Dove. Dove, listen. Joker is out, he murdered his way out earlier tonight and that’s probably why, you need to go.”

Dick has never been more confused.

“For--fine. Fine. I’ll have someone over there as soon as possible, just--dammit.”

Gordon snaps his phone shut, looks around, and marches over to Dick.

“Nightwing,” he says, voice still freaked, “we may have a lead.”

“Commissioner?”

“I need you to go over to Dove Marquis’s apartment. Do you know where that is?”

Either he ruins the Bat-reputation of knowing everything, or he admits they’re all stalkers. There’s no winning here.

“Yes. Why?”

“Dove found Robin.”

The ground pitches under his feet. Jason’s been missing for months, and Joker...Joker’s been chatty about it. Dick had snapped the bastard’s arm the first time he started cackling about ‘so pretty when he screams’, but that hadn’t stopped him. Not even close.

Oh, God, Jay.

“You’re sure?” he demands, because he can’t do this, he can’t take many more false leads. “You’re positive?”

“That’s what she said, and I doubt there’s that many kids running around in a cape. Said she found him here--she had business for Penguin, I guess--”

“Robin?” Bullock’s suddenly there too, toothpick stilled between his teeth. “Dove’s got the kid?”

Dove. Jason. Joker.

Okay. Okay, okay. If he takes the bike off the island to the edge of town, he can take two shortcuts on the rooftops and be there in fifteen minutes, easy. Maybe even less, if he can catch the train.

* * *

The first thing he sees is the crowd in the street. The second thing he sees is the mangled corpse they’re gawking at. Paper-white skin, purple clothes, that godawful grin splitting the face even in death. The mask says he’s been shot several times, and when Dick looks up, he zeros in on a shattered window.

Jason--

“Batman,” he barks out, already firing his grapnel gun at the balcony he wants, “get to my location now.”

“What--”

He signs off. He does not need Bruce yapping in his ear, not right this minute. Joker’s dead. He’s just hoping Jason isn’t.

Mask says two people, one armed. Two alive people, though, and the unarmed one is small. So Dick throws manners out the window and bursts out of the bedroom.

Jay. He’s not. He…

Christ, he looks bad. Cut and bruised and broken and desperately thin, like he was at the start. But he’s alive, he’s breathing, and honestly, Dick had started to think…

He’s asleep, half on the couch and half on Dove, and wrapped in a big yellow comforter. She’s clearly cleaned him up at least some; that gash on his nose looks like it bled something awful.

“Nightwing.” Dove’s voice is rough. “Been a bit, kid.”

Yeah, he...hasn’t seen her since...geeze, since he got a haircut, at least. It’s been a while, all right.

“Did you…”

“Thought he had a gun. He was gonna come through the glass.” Jason shifts, shivering under the comforter. “His ankle’s messed up, an’ he’s sick.”

Better sick than dead.

“I. I’m just.” Keep it together, Dickie. “Little Wing?” He wants desperately to use his brother’s name; Robin is too...it’s too impersonal, right now. “Wake up.”

Jason, ever the stubborn little brat, does not. Dove moves and Dick catches the glint of a handgun. Little thing. If that’s what killed Joker--and he’s sure it is--it belongs in a museum.

Who knows. Maybe Penguin will do exactly that.

“Nightwing’s here to pick ya up, kiddo,” Dove’s saying now. “Wake up.”

Finally, finally, Jason’s eyes flutter open and he mumbles, “‘Wing?”

Oh, thank God.

“Hey, brat,” he says, crouches down to reach out to brush his fingers against Jason’s head. He is warm, but he’s real and here and alive. Everything else can come later. “Ready to go home?”

“Mm.”

“C’mon, I’m gonna pick you up. Please don’t bite me.”

It’s a valid concern. Last time Dick tried to pick up a sleepy Jason, he’d been chomped on hard enough to leave indents in his shoulder.

“Was one time. An’ you scared me.”

There is no biting when Dick carefully gets Jason into his arms and stands up. He’s lighter than he has any right to be, and now, up close, Dick can see new things. Track marks and finger-shaped bruises and evidence of broken things that haven’t healed right, or at all.

He’s only fifteen.

He looks so much younger.

“Thank you,” he says, and means it. If Joker...if he’d gotten him back, that would have been the end. They’d have found him, all right, dead. Dick’s been dealing with the Joker only a year and a half less than Bruce. He knows what he’s capable of, what he would have done. “Thank you for...for all of this.”

Now that he looks, she doesn’t look right, either. Her eyes are very far away.

“Get him home,” she says, and her voice is strong and solid. “It’s late. Jim’ll be here soon.”

Batman, too. Which is great, because Dick’s not balancing Jason on the bike. That’s just asking for trouble.

[rosaline-kei]

Oh my god that yandere armin x mikasa fanfic was sooooo good. Reading that really brightened up my day thank you for taking my request! I realllyy can't wait for part 2!!!!!!!!!

Disclaimer: I do not own Shingeki no Kyojin / Attack on Titan nor its characters.

Title: Yandere

parts: 2/2

Synopsis:  Unknown to everyone but his victims, there’s a side to Armin that he dedicates to protecting his beloved.

Requested By: @bobfregmegler

If it's ok may i request a yandere!armin x mikasa fanfic set in the aot world? If that's comfortable for you of course.. I loved your fanfic, Bared and I am in desperate need of some arumika content.

Rated: T / M (I’m not that sure; but it’s a fanfic about yandere so there’s that. Read it at your own risk. I might finalize the overall rating depending on the second part.)

Pairings: Armin Arlert / Mikasa Ackerman

Read it also on / Please Leave a Review at: my Ao3 / FF net (might post there soon.)

A/N: Thank you for liking it! Here’s the second and final part. I hope you’ll enjoy it <3. There’s a slight twist at the end?? Sorta. It’s up to your personal interpretation.

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Mikasa could handle her own, Armin knew. Alongside her striking beauty, was her prowess in pure, physical strength. But, that didn’t mean Armin should lower his guard.

It didn’t mean he shouldn’t protect her.

Scanning the crowded room, it didn’t take him long to spot them. Not when the herd of uncivilised barbarians stuck out like a sore thumb, with their yapping and hollering; their disruptive noises that dared ruin his serenity.

They were sitting together, and aside from all the chaos that erupted from their mouths, reverberating about, they were enjoying the sight of voluptuous women putting on a performance in front of them while wolfing down their bottles of beer. The next thing Armin knew, he was eavesdropping.

“What a show!” One of them exclaimed enthusiastically before clapping, “Too bad it wasn’t that oriental lady! Ahh! What a waste, I tell ya!” Armin tensed, his hand diving into the secret compartment of his jacket, searching impatiently for his dagger.

Wait, no… Control. He reminded, hand abruptly halting in its search. Upright killing them in this crowd is silly… and luring them out might take too long… I don’t want to keep Mikasa waiting. He considered. That only leaves one other option…

“Do yer’ think we can get a grab of her? I saw her enter that motel nearby…” His friend hiccupped, taking another swig of alcohol. Cheeks flustering; not because of the alcohol, though. Armin felt his stomach twist. “Her friend looks like a puny piece of shit anyway…” A smirk decorated the blonde’s expression.

“Ha! Why not?” He smirked deviously, “You don’t see Orientals these days… and can yer’ get us a little more alcohol pal? The encore’s gonna start! And then after… I’ll gather the boys and…” The revolting, impure look said it all, and that was enough eavesdropping for Armin, who felt his patience and control thinning; the taut thread waiting to just… snap!

I’ll kill you. He swallowed, eying his prey that departed from the pack, staggering towards the counter, bargaining with the bartender for another few bottles. He waited, as much as it pained him, he waited, for the right moment. To make the right move.

Luck seemed to be on his side, given how his doltish and stupid prey appeared to be distracted, his attention being directed towards a pig-tailed brunette who revealed a little too much. Watching his mouth water as he slid himself toward the brunette infuriated Armin; did he think about Mikasa like that, too? His Mikasa?

Control. Control. Armin, you can’t let loose, yet. He reprimanded himself, shaking his head, recalibrating himself. Before he knew it, the ugly drunkard and the lady got themselves entangled, swaying back into the crowd.

Perfect.

“OI!” The bartender yelled at the man, who clearly forgotten his order. “YOUR DRI—”

“I’ll deliver it to them!” Armin exclaimed in an awfully high-pitched tone, eyes fluttering as he emerged from the shadows, twirling his way in front of the bartender who looked at the blonde questioningly. “Oh, come on, I don’t wanna keep them waiting! I want to impress them!” He had his lips pouted out, arms crossed, internally praying he’d buy this gimmick. If he could pass off as Historia with a wig and a skirt, this shouldn’t be that much of an issue. Besides, based on his intuition and gut, this particular bartender didn’t seem like the sharpest man out there; he appeared to be more flippant and frivolous.

“Whatever… I’ve seen too much shit, and I’m not paid enough.” He waved his hand dismissively at Armin, evidently fed-up with whatever he had going on in his life. Not that Armin cared though. He was just grateful that his intuition was right.

“Thank youuuu!” He squeaked, smiling all too brightly, before carrying the tray of beers away.

To a secluded corner, where the edges of his smile sunk, grimly settling into a frown

Quietly, he removed a vial containing a form of floral poison he had extracted from a flower not too long ago. It was back when they resided in the woods with the rest of the squad, when he accompanied Mikasa one day to gather wood.

“Careful!” She warned when the blonde nearly trampled on a patch of violet blossoms. “Those are poisonous…” She explained, before rambling on about how her late mother once told her how these killer flowers were commonly mistaken for another more innocent breed, and how it would irritate your skin, possibly leaving long-lasting scars if you got too close to it. “Poisonous, huh?” Armin said, intrigued. How… useful. He didn’t say that out-loud. And it didn’t take Armin long to find out the effects of consuming such a deadly little thing. (How he found out, Armin didn’t have the time to recall his experimentation).

Cautiously, he dripped the deadly liquid into each of the beer mugs, letting it swim and camouflage in the yellow drink, staying hidden, awaiting to strike when indulged. Luckily I brought this along… You never know what trespassers you’ll meet. He noted to himself, eying the idiotic bunch.

Taking a deep breath, he continued with his performance.

“Heeeyyyy sirs!” Armin chirped as he skipped his way to the hooligans, wearing a cheeky smile as he set the venomous tray down.

He watched as their eyes watched him carefully, and as he had anticipated, they were too intoxicated to even remember who he was, or the fact that he wasn’t a woman. “Ehhh? What happened to t—”

“Ah, who cares? That bastard’s probably humped himself elsewhere. Tsk!” The man spat, unconcerned with the disappearance of his other friend. “Besidesss,” He droned out, shooting an inappropriate look towards Armin’s direction, licking his lips ravenously. “We got a flat babe here to fool with before we chase the Oriental… c’mon, join us—”

“You should drink first!” Armin insisted, arms and legs both crossed as he continued, “I wanna go wear my specciiaaalll bunny costume for you… delightful men…and maybe get a couple of my friend to join, after all, you guys seem like charming folk!” He persuaded, a slight whine echoing towards the end of his statement.

“Bunny costume eh?” He watched as their face twisted into something nauseating as they let their fantasies run wild.

Disgusting. Impure.—Those were words Armin associated with people like them; people that dared cross that line. Fortunately for him, they’d never have the chance to inflict those fantasies on Mikasa. Not after this.

“Be right back!” He giggled, stepping back into the crowd as they raised their jugs, exclaiming eagerly that they have scored one, before chugging all of it down.

“Drunkard fools.” He uttered under his breath, his giggling and cheerful appearance alike coming to a halt, replaced by a cruel yet excited look. Alas, Armin began the countdown.

10.

He watched as they continued chattering amongst themselves, full of corrupted exhilaration as they waited for Armin to supposedly return with toys and goods for them to exploit.

9, 8.

He watched them starting to shift uncomfortably, something itched.

7,6.

Something was set ablaze in their throats, they first shrugged it off as the burning aftermath of alcohol at 7, but at 6, they started to drown themselves with beer, then water in hopes of extinguishing whatever was burning.

5,4.

Then, the world spun before darkness enveloped some of them. The others who were still stubbornly fighting against the flame, refusing to surrender to their abrupt fate, dropped to the ground, one by one, choking. No one paid too much attention, having either assumed they drank one too many bottles or were too engrossed with the music; with their dance to debauchery.

3.

They gasped for air. Pathetically, helplessly. Armin watched with elatedness, although he was a little disappointed with himself that he had given them a quick and easy death. If he hadn’t promised Mikasa that he was to be back within forty-five minutes, perhaps blood would’ve been spilled. Perhaps he’d have something else schemed, to drag out their death, to make it excruciating. Ahhh! What a missed opportunity! He couldn’t help but think as he bit his lip, watching their deaths unfold.

2.

Everything became numb, from their flesh right to their bones. Everything became limp; everything, all their nerves started to relax itself—settling them down into an ugly afterlife or hell. That was what they deserve.

1.

Death washed them over, stilling them completely. P-e-r-f-e-c-t. Armin hummed, pleased by the results. Turning away, he snuck his way to the back-exit before anyone could notice that they were, in all actuality, dead.

I can’t believe I had to use that high-pitched tone… ahhhh! How embarrassing! Not to mention, I still have to buy bread... what a troublesome day! He huffed calmly, taking a glance at his watch. I have eighteen minutes left… geez, time flies too fast…Ah! I should get some bread for Mikasa too! He smiled, rubbing the hand that Mikasa touched, feeling and embracing her lingering warmth. I should hurry…

He wanted to see her, quickly. To gaze at her undying beauty, inhale the sweet scene her entire being emanated, perhaps to even embrace her… to lay next to her—if Mikasa’s offer was still on the table; he wouldn’t force anything on her.

Never.

“Ah… I wonder if they have the bread Mikasa likes—”

Having been too engrossed in his thoughts about the raven, he had failed to pick-up the approaching, threatening steps that headed towards his direction; failed to be aware of his surroundings.

He had carelessly fallen prey, his words cut off when a bloody barbarian shoved him against the wall face-front, gripping both his hands.

“Y-YOU…! YOU MURDERED THEM RIGHT?!”

Ah, right. Him.

It wasn’t Armin’s intention to keep him alive out of his own good heart, he thought it’d be humorous to let him be the only one living while his other friends died. It was wicked, sure. But in his mind, it was his own fault for being so careless to leave the drinks right there, in his reach—and maybe Armin would’ve sincerely thanked him for that, if he hadn’t touched that hand.

“I…I saw you serving them that fucking shit!”

His grip was wavering, trembling. Armin couldn’t tell if it was due to some form of developing trauma eating him up, or the fact that he was still drunk. Either way, that wasn’t his primary concern at the moment.

“I…I will kill y—”

“…ouched…th… and…at…he…” Armin’s words were at first inarticulate, as he tried to comprehend the sin that this man had just commit.

How dare he.

“H-Huh?!—”

Interrupted by a successful kick to his groin thanks to his incompetency of securing his entire body properly, Armin threw him on the ground, his feet crushing his face. “How… dare… you…” His voice started out low as he squatted down, glaring daggers at him while his right hand searched for one of his own.

“W-W—”

“How…dare you touch this hand?” He lifted up his left hand, while his right snatched out a dagger that had been waiting in a hidden compartment of his attire. “You know…? Don’t you know…? I knew you barbarians were idiots but I didn’t expect you to be this stupid… This… This was the hand that she touched… and you—” He pointed the dagger right at his throat, tracing it round and round, finding some amusement as he watched his hunter-turn-prey’s eyes follow the knife, evidently terrified.

“…And you fucking contaminated it.” He cursed, head tilting in this flummoxing being right in front of him. He couldn’t understand nor comprehend how someone could be this impolite, this inconsiderate. Even Captain Levi—who had once lived in this place—never did something so offensive!

“I…I… Y…You’re a sick bastard!” The man choked out; and before he could even have the chance to struggle, the dagger pierced right through his throat.

Armin watched the life drain from his eyes. “Sick bastard…me? But what about you?” He said in an accusatory tone, dragging out the plunged dagger, trailing it around his eyeballs, paying no mind to the blood that spewed out. “I saw that look… you know? The look you and your low-lives gave her... and I heard… what you planned to do to her and oh… did that ticked me off.” He said, an eerie chuckle following after as he aimed the tip of the dagger at the lower end of his eye, tempted to dig it out, and perhaps hang it as ornaments somewhere far away; where that look wouldn’t reach Mikasa.

But alas, he didn’t have the time. There was still the bread.

“Ahhh, I’m going to be late!” He groaned as he stood up, patting off any dirt or dust that stained his clothes; he’d have to deal with the blood later. Albeit, he was careful enough not to let it stain too much on his clothes. “Maybe in your next life, you could be a little more considerate of wasting people’s time… honestly, was seeing your dead friends not enough? Ah! Or you could rot in hell! That way you won’t bother this ‘puny little shit’ anymore… right? Right? Hah!” Armin shook his head, taking one last laugh at his idiocy before strolling off, unbothered to clear the mess. It was the underground after all; decomposing bodies and murders weren’t a rarity. And right now, he doubted the military police would even bother with an investigation, given the corruptness of the system, and the trouble the corps were stirring up.

What a day.

“Hmm… I wonder if the bread shop has that bread she likes a lot…” He hummed.

-

Armin stood outside silently. He was a twist of the doorknob away from reuniting with his love.

It is unlikely Mikasa is asleep, no matter how exhausted she is. Armin calculated, and then took a glimpse at the edge of his sleeves where a faint crimson stain remained smudged. The room is dark, it has poor lighting… she won’t see this… then again, she has sharp eyes… ahh… Well, even if she does, I’ll think of a reason… I wouldn’t want to worry her. But if she’s asleep… I’ll just set the bread down and make a run to the washroom.

Taking a deep breath and grasping the packet of loaves, he entered the dimly lit room, closing the door after. “Mikasa… I got you some bread if you want to eat it, oh and it’s not that stale! Even if you’re not hungry, it could be tomorrow’s breakfast before we have to set out in search of those documents…” Armin spoke, settling the package down.

Albeit, before he could do a full scan of the room in search of the raven, he was met with a sharp pair of familiar obsidian orbs that never failed to steal his breathe away. “M-Mikas—”

“You’re… early.”

“I…I didn’t want to keep you waiting…” She’s close. Armin noted, feeling her breath brush the exposed surface of his neck; needless to say, it sent a thrill down his spine. It was difficult to contain, control. “I…Is something the matte—”

“No, No… I’m glad, you’re back safe—”

“Your wrist!” Armin gasped; withdrawing himself from his lovesickness the moment his eyes caught sight of a scar that stretched form the top of her wrist to god knows where. Did… someone come here? Did I miscount? Did I miss someone? I’m sure all of them drank the poison… and I even made sure to get rid of the last… who did it? I shouldn’t have left. I shouldn’t have—… but… who did it? Who dared to touch h—

“I was… just checking if our gear was working, and I accidentally cut myself.” Mikasa assured, “Even in the dark…” She took a step closer. “Your eyes never miss a thing, do they?” Whether it was meant to be a praise or not, Armin took it as one.

“But don’t worry, I’m fine.” She smiled, hand reaching out for his. And Armin would’ve let her. Hell, did he desire her soothing touch. Words that she can’t say, she made it up for her actions. Armin loved that about her. Just a tight squeeze of her hand on his was already overwhelming, it was heaven and earth and all of serenity. He wanted to feel it, but then he remembered it.

Panicked and instinctively, he took a step back, his hands hidden behind his back.

He won’t let her hands be contaminated too, with that filth.

“A…Armin?”

“A-Ah! No… I’m just a little dirty, that—”

“Not that.” She said, a finger pointing towards the faint smudge on his sleeve. “…Is that…--”

“Jam.”

“Jam…?—”

“The bread shop owner spilled some on me when she was taking the bread. Ahhh, it doesn’t matter now! Geez Mikasa you don’t need to be so worried.” Armin quickly brushed it off. He looked at her worried eyes. “I’m fine, I promise.” Even in the dark… he thought, admiring her eyes as his hand reached out about to caress her cheek, your eyes are sharp too—

But froze when he recalled how filthy.

“A-Ah! Sorry… I—” And then, Mikasa nuzzled herself in his palm, Armin’s eyes widened in horror. “M-Mikasa! I’m dirt—”

“It’s fine.” Armin flinched. What? “Because it’s you, it’s fine. I couldn’t care less.”

Armin felt his heart skip, race, palpitate.

He wanted to hold her longer, closer, tighter. He was obsessed. But… he couldn’t risk her noticing that that red patch, wasn’t jam.

“I-I… I’m going to take a quick shower!” He coughed, before forcefully dismissing himself.

Once he closed the door, his back hit the wall and slid down. He held the hand that had the blessing of touching her cheeks. Were they… pink? Armin couldn’t tell due to the lighting. He bit his lip. I love her. He couldn’t help but think. Suddenly, he didn’t feel so filthy anymore.

Caressing the hand, he once again savoured the warmth that was there. Never again, was he going to be so careless to let anyone stain it with their own trace of impurity.

I love her. I love her. I love her, so much. He bit his lip. Nobody’s… I’ll make sure nobody will bother you.

Nobody.

--

Mikasa heaved a heavy sigh. I wonder if that was really Jam… I can’t tell anymore, not in this dark. Not when… Her eyes glimpsed at her fresh scar, and while Armin may not notice due to his little adventure that Mikasa was unaware of, there was a faint scent of blood in the air. Not Armin’s, not the man he killed, and not—

At least he looks fine… he’s… Her cheeks blush, as her hand reached out to touch the side that Armin touched. He’s safe…

She bit her lip. I’ll make sure he’s safe.

--

A/N: Is Mikasa a Yandere too, hm? Well. I left it ambiguous! So it’s up to your personal interpretation <3

[itisannak]

Irwin family vacation (Ashton Irwin Smut)

Summary: The Irwin Family heads to Australia for vacation. Even after 4 children, Ashton is barely capable of keeping his hands off his wife. (Smut / Unprotected Sex / Public Sex/ Fingering) (Request) (Words: 3.6k)

"You ready, mama?" Ashton asks as he enters the en suite bathroom. He whistles at me as his eyes fall on my figure. "Yeah, I need to slip in a dress and we can go. Are the kids ready?" I ask, fixing the strings of my bikini. "Yeap. Wait, before you slip it on... Let me take a good look at my freakingly gorgeous wife." Ashton whispers, scanning my body hungrily as I chuckle. "All 4 of them are in their bathing suits, have sunscreen on, and are wearing clothes and shoes?" I ask as Ashton shuts the door and walks to me, kneeling on the floor in front of me. "Yes, they are ready to go. Can you stop and let me enjoy this?" He asks, kissing down my stomach, all the way down from my navel. His finger slips in the hem of my bikini, tracing my skin softly. "These are getting in my way..." He whispers, looking up to me. I sigh, running my fingers through his hair. "These are keeping us from missing the kneeboard appointment, actually. Or whatever that shit is that you and the twins convinced me to let you do." I sigh as his fingers move lower, pulling my bottoms to the side. He kisses my lips before his mouth purses and pecks on my clit as well. "Butterfly..." I mumble, knowing that the safe word will be the only thing to stop him. "You are turning oral down?" He asks me, cocking an eyebrow. "You and I know that you are awfully good at this, and if I let you continue, our kids will probably find out that their daddy does stuff to their mommy in the bathroom, while half of them want to go to the activity their daddy promised them he would take them... So, butterfly... Get off your knees and get out of the bathroom, because while you stay and stare at my body with those eyes, there is no way that either of us will be able to resist." I command, pointing at the door. Ashton smirks, biting his lip as he pulls the bikini back in place. "I love it when you think you are in place to control and command me, princess. But bear in mind that the moment our kids are off to bed, I can and will boss you around all I want..." He kisses the inside of my thigh before he stands up and unlocks the door, walking out with his back as he smirks mischievously at me. I throw him a side smirk as I grab my dress and slip in it, trying to get rid of my fluster.

"You guys are the parents?" The trainer asks us as he hands us the consent form. He is eyeing us like every other parent at our children's school during activities and PTAs. "We started early." Ashton brushes him off, taking a pen and completing the forms. "With all the respect, mate, she doesn't look like a mom of 4." He points at me, cocking an eyebrow. "Want to see the scar from the twins' C-section?" I ask, pointing at my stomach. "No, I am good." He surrenders, moving to the back of the room, where the equipment is. "It always freaks them out..." I whisper, taking the other consent form. "You are riding along, right?" He asks me, scribbling on the paper. "If I do, who stays with Leah and Jackson? There is no way I am leaving a 7 and a 4-year old alone..." I reply and he chuckles. "There are activities for children here. We can let them socialize and play with other children here, take April and May for the kneeboard and spend some time together in the boat. Everyone is happy." He winks at me, bringing his free hand to the small of my back. "It's been 12 years and I still don't know how you convinced me to name our babies April and May..." I sigh, signing the form. "I am great at persuading... Will you come on the boat with me? It will be boring if you don't." He pouts and I shake my head. "If anything happens to Jackson or Leah, I will fucking neuter you." I shake my finger threateningly, causing her to smirk. "You love my creampies too much to do that." He leans to whisper in my ear, biting my earlobe before he signs the form.

"Are you sure you want to do that? If you have changed your minds, you can tell us now." I ask the girls as we prep for the ride. "Yes, mom. We are sure. Geez, can you chill?" April rolls her eyes at me, making me look at her with wide eyes. "Yes, babe... Can you chill?" Ashton mocks me, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind. "Irwin, I swear to God..." I growl at him, looking at him and squeezing my eyes. He leans down and kisses my neck, squeezing me to his body to the point there is no place for me to squirm. "Stop being gross." April groans, turning away from us. May follows her, rolling her eyes at us. "Teenagers..." I sigh, turning to my husband and cupping his face. "I know, right?" He chuckles, leaning in for a kiss.

The boat is on and we are skipping through the river, while the girls in the back scream and squeal and are having a good time. I am turned so I can look at them, my legs over Ashton's lap who sneaks a peek at them now and then. "They are not looking at us, you know..." He mumbles, pulling me closer by my ankles. I yap, feeling myself slide on the surface until I am right next to him, thighs over his lap as he plays with the fastens of my life jacket. "Yeah, thank God they are focused." I mumble, watching him as he looks down at my legs, exposed to him. "And the driver isn't either..." He whispers, with his other hand tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "And I am thankful for that too... He is driving us safely." I state and Ashton hums. "Yeah, thank God for that too. Plus, I can have some fun with my gorgeous wife. Like good old times..." He smirks, undoing the fastens of my life vest. "What are you doing?" I ask as he pulls me to his lap. "I am taking a look at my goddess-like wife and baby mama. After 4 children and you look smoking hot in a bikini..." He mumbles, dragging a finger down from the middle of my chest to my stomach, stopping on the hem of my bikini. "Stop praising me... It gets all in my head and I cannot resist you." I whisper, cupping his face and tilting it up, looking into his eyes as he beams at me. "Then don't. Let me help you feel like the goddess you are... Let me make you feel good..." He promises me, bringing his lips to my chest, kissing softly, and dragging his lips up to my neck. "We can't... We might be seen. We might be heard..." I try to reason him, but his hand on the hem of my bikini bottoms makes me shiver, clench around nothing. "No one is looking at us. And we have practiced keeping you quiet... 12 years now, you are doing such a great job keeping those moans almost inaudible and concealing those cute little screams you make when I am balls deep inside your tight little pussy..." He whispers, smirking against my skin. "For God's sake, Ash..." I moan, feeling my body give up and succumb to him. "I know. Just my fingers, baby. I know how much you love my fingers..." He groans, making me whimper. "Just fingers were the beginning of what got us into trouble 3 times already..." I make an effort to resist him, one last time. "Well, I promise to not tell our children you called them troubles..." He chuckles, letting his hand slip in my bikini, letting a finger feel all the way down to my entrance. He collects my wetness, rubbing it up to my clit as I sigh, happy and satisfied, feeling some relief from the itch in the pit of my stomach. "See, you are purring... And you are wet... And you are mine..." He utters, using his thumb to rub my clit in slow circles. "I am yours..." I repeat, relaxing as he slips 2 fingers inside me, curving them up as he pumps them, slowly and steadily, while his thumb is pressed on my clit. I grip onto him, bringing my face in the curve of his neck, latching my lips onto his skin and sucking, making sure I leave a hickey on his skin. And as he fingers me faster, as he puts more pressure, I find it harder to contain myself, I find it harder to stop myself from moaning. So I bury my face in his neck harder, letting the moans vibrate on his skin. "Look at that..." Ashton seems to find my reaction amusing, cheering at me as he pounds his fingers in me. "I need a little more, just a tiny little bit more, baby..." I cry out, biting his earlobe. My body is on a fast track, chilling at the tiniest touch, sending shivers down my spine as Ashton whispers sweet nothing, praises, and encouragements. I don't make out most of it, my brain is in too much pleasure to process anything else other than the pleasure I am giving at this moment. "Then let's give you some more..." He mumbles, moving his fingers faster. My clit feels all tingly and warm, sending signals to the knot in my stomach, making it tighten as my body prepares for an orgasm. "Just try not to squirt on me, princess..." He teases me, pressing his fingers on my g-spot. I groan, throwing my head back as I buck on his hand, cumming on his fingers. My walls squeeze and clench around his fingers, causing him to chuckle. "I will never get used to this..." Ashton says, taking off his fingers, but leaving his thumb on my clit, stroking it slowly. It makes me jolt at every stroke, fueling the high that takes over my body. "Get used to what?" I manage to ask after I regain a little bit of my breathing pattern back. "Watching you cum... Watching you fill up with pleasure... And try to stay quiet... I love it... I can't get enough." He smiles at me, slowly taking his thumb away. "You'd better not. Because I have signed up for a life long membership of orgasm by you." I remind him, earning a chuckle. "That could potentially result in more trouble..." He sasses and I shrug, cocking an eyebrow at him. "I wouldn't mind more trouble. Maybe a boy trouble this time, so the gap can be smaller." I state, watching Ashton's face become more intrigued about my proposal. "I could arrange that..." He murmurs, making me shake my head.

"Daddy, I am starving..." Leah complains as we walk back in the car. She is in her daddy's arms, leaning her little head on his shoulder, making Ashton smile at her remark. He is in a good mood, definitely in a better mood than before, even though it would have been impossible since he has been in a good mood since we landed in Australia. "We can go eat now, ladybug. What do you want to eat?" He asks, turning to look at us. Jackson is walking right next to him, tired from playing around while we were in the boat. The twins are in an even worse condition, May a little more cheerful than April, but both exhausted. "Maccas's good." Jackson shrugs his shoulders, his voice being more quiet than usual. "Macca's it is, then..." Ashton chuckles, fluffing his messy curls. "April, May... Do you want anything else maybe?" I turn to look at them. April shrugs her shoulders, still typing on her phone. "McDonald's is fine..." She brushes me off, still tapping away. "Macca's it is then..." I mumble, sighing as my children gather around their dad.

The kids are practically passed out after eating, Ashton having to carry Jax and Leah back in the room. "I'll bathe Leah, you do Jackson. And I will help the girls with the sunburns on their shoulders." I whisper to Ashton as I unlock the Airbnb apartment we are staying in. "Mommy, we can help each other. We will be fine." May says, smiling at me. "Ok then. I take Leah, daddy takes Jax. And I will see you 2 in a bit. Aloe gel is in the fridge," I smile at them, picking Leah from Ashton's chest. "Need any help from us, mom? April offers and I shake my head no. "I am good, bunny. I got this." I smile, carrying Leah in the bathroom. "Mommy, I am so tired. Can I sleep in the bathtub like in the movies?" She asks me as I set her on the bathroom counter to let her out of her clothes. "No more watching movies with your sisters, missy. And no, because you are a big girl and you need to take a nice bath, to get clean and ready to bed. And then you can sleep on your bed." I explain, leaving a kiss on her forehead. "But I am so tired... Daddy would let me." She whines, throwing her head back. "He would, huh? Well, daddy is taking care of Jax now, and I take care of you, so..." I chuckle, picking her up and putting her in the bathtub.

"The tiny little humans are asleep." Ashton announces, closing the door behind him. "What about the middle-sized humans?" I ask, making him chuckle. "Had to practically make them put their phones down. But they are asleep, I checked." He says, resting on the bed with a sigh. "You think they did not shove their phones under the pillows and waited for you to be gone so they could pick them right up... Your daughters are smart, they got it from their mama." I cup his face to kiss him. "Damn... And I wanted them to be asleep so I can have fun with their mama... Maybe give them one more sibling..." He whispers, pushing me to lay on my back and hovering above me. I giggle, placing my hands on his jaw and leaning up to kiss him. "Are you serious? About having another baby? We have 4 already..." I ask him. He gasps and looks at me surprised. "We have 4 already? I had no clue about that." He shakes his head. "Ok, you are mocking me now... But I am serious. Do you want another baby?" I ask. He looks at me with a smile. "Of course I want. One or two or three more. I want all I can get from you. Do you want another baby?" He asks. I smile and nod, almost instinctively. "I do. Not three, if that's possible. But I want one. Or two." I shrug, causing him to chuckle. "Then we can start trying. I can even put a baby inside you, right now." He wiggles his eyebrows, slotting his body between my thighs. "Oh yeah? You can do that?" I ask, bunching his t-shirt in my hand. "I can... Let me just show you." He says confidently, grabbing the t-shirt and pulling it off his body. "You don't mind impregnating me on another person's bed?" I ask, smirking at him as I hook my toes in the waistband of his sweatpants. "It will be the best damn thing that will ever happen on this bed." He replies, reaching to get me naked.

"Spread those legs for me..." He demands, leaving a slap on the side of my ass. I do as I am told, without putting on a fight. He has this tone, this sparkle in his eyes that screams 'I am going to fuck you up so good you'll beg for mercy', and I love that tone, I love that look, I love that sparkle. He tears my underwear apart, making me yelp a little in protest. Instinctively, I shut my legs, pressing my thighs together. The pressure feels good, relieving a little bit if the tingling in my sex. Ashton groans and prays my legs apart, bringing his fingers to stroke my sex. 3 fingers press down on my clit, rubbing it in circles. "No fingers. I had them inside me a few hours before. Just fuck me. I need to feel you throb inside me. I need you." I whimper, looking at Ashton, who scans my body. "Need me, huh? Well, I can tell. See how wet you are for me..." He taunts me, getting that cocky smile back on his lips. I watch him like a hawk as he takes his sweatpants off, freeing his cock and stroking it a couple of times as moves closer to me. He runs his tip along my folds, making me feel how hard he is. He slips in the very tip of his cock a couple of times, causing gasps of surprise to roll from my lips every time he pulls out. I try to buck my hips up to let him thrust in me, but he pins my hips down with his free hand, chuckling at how impatient I am getting. "Just, please... Please..." I plead, feeling like my body is on fire. "Eager much?" He whispers, leaning in to engulf my lips with his. And as his tongue traces my bottom lip, asking for permission, he thrusts in me, rolling his hips upward. And I feel every inch of him, every vein. I relax back on the pillows, purring softly as I part from his lips. He goes slow, teasingly slow, letting out soft breaths as he does. I look at him with my mouth open, watching him as his face contorts from soft to completely focused. He holds my body down as he gives me a forceful thrust, making me slide back a little. "Ash..." I breathe out, reaching down to wrap my fingers around his wrist. "Feels good, baby?" He asks as if he doesn't know the answer already. "Do it again." I almost demand, voice coming out trembling. "Oh, I will." He declares, almost threateningly. He brings the hand that I am holding onto to cup my face, touch it softly in the beginning before his fingers press onto my face and hold it still. He brings his lips to mine, driving his cock deep inside me. I feel him in my stomach, so intensely that I bite onto his lip. I inflect my leg, bringing my thigh close to his ribcage, giving him better access. Ashton holds onto it, supporting himself so he can thrust deeper in me. With every pound he is giving me, he breaths harder, heavier, moans twisting with his breaths. "You look so good like that..." I whisper as I bring my hand to stroke his pec. "Yeah? I look good? Maybe next time I should fuck you in front of a mirror, make you look how great my view is as I fuck this pretty pussy." He growls, reaching down between our bodies and using his thumb to stroke my clit. I feel my breath getting caught to the back of my throat, pussy pulsing as he pounds in me fast, rubbing my clit even faster. "Shush, princess. The kids are going to hear you." He smirks, enjoying the fact that he has me writhing underneath him. I bring my hand to my mouth, biting onto it to prevent myself from screaming as Ashton rams into me. "There... Right there..." I let out as Ashton hits my spot just right. "There, princess?" He asks me, sneering as he hits the same spot again, only this time harder. I bite my hand again, letting the scream become absorbed by it. My toes curl, my whole body reacting to every touch he is giving me at this moment. "Wanna cum, pretty girl?" He asks me, stroking my clit faster. I nod my head, pressing my hand harder on my mouth. But Ashton preys it away, covering my mouth with his. He slips his tongue in my mouth as he still pounds his hips on mine, making me clench around him with every thrust. I try to kiss him back, but moaning makes it hard for me to do that. I try to move back as it gets too much for me, but he keeps me steady by my thigh, complaining against my mouth. My head tilts back as I get there, eyes rolling back at the surge of pleasure. I manage to keep myself quiet, so quiet that I hear my heartbeat in my ears. "Fuck, you feel so good, milking my cock." Ashton leans in my ear, whispering and biting my earlobe. My orgasm lasts longer as he keeps on thrusting inside me, reaching for his own high. He becomes sloppy, my wetness making it so much easier to slip in and out of me. His mouth is focusing on my neck, trailing from my ear all the way to my collarbone. I feel the vibrations from his moans on my skin as he cums, filling me up and making me feel warm and exhausted.

Ashton collapses next to me, gasping for air. "Shit..." He mumbles, his body still being tensed. "I know... 4 guys later and you still got it..." I chuckle, turning on my side and leaving a kiss on his shoulder cap. "5... I just put a baby in there..." He says cockily, pulling me closer. "Don't get your hopes up already..." I giggle and trace a pattern on his chest. "Wanna bet that in a few weeks you'll tell me we are having baby number 5?" He asks, cocking an eyebrow at me. "Those things take time. I might not get pregnant right away. But that means we will get to have tons of sex..." I kiss his neck as he hums satisfied. "I don't think we will have to, though. A baby Irwin is in there already..." He states, totally confident about this. "Well, we will have to wait and see..." I relax on his chest, planting a kiss on it.  

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[gingerpeachtae]

Concentric [1]

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Words: 5.2k

Genres: fantasy!AU, angst, fluff, enemies to lovers, eventual smut (?)

Warnings: strangulation

Summary: You had been ready for the end of the semester. You had been ready to spend time away from your best friend, Jimin, and finally move on from the feelings you harbored. Yet, after your friend was forced to reveal a secret, you found yourself in a new world that was chock full of magic, war, and wonder. So, here you were, basically thrown into your own fantasy novel, with your best friend on one side, and six male warriors on the other.

A/N: OOF. I told ya’ll it would be up ASAP! Again, pls leave any love, advice, suggestions, etc! I hope you engoy :)

“Look, I’m just saying that there’s no way Frodo would have ever reached Mordor without Sam.” You waved your arms in frustration. “Hell, Shrek wouldn’t have gotten Fiona, both away from the castle and as a wife, if it weren’t for Donkey.”

You kicked at a stray pebble on the edge of the path. “Sidekicks are just so underappreciated.”

You were currently in a passionate rant, which often tended to be about some pretty random things Today’s lucky subject was the mistreatment of sidekicks, but it could have easily been the folklore of the Chupacabra or deciding which movie adaption was more cringeworthy: Percy Jackson or Twilight. Your best friend sighed as you both made your way through the campus arboretum.

“Only you would be so wound up about something like this Y/N.” He grinned.

It was a cool, crisp April morning. The sun was just beginning to emerge, creating an ethereal light across the horizon. Droplets of dew clung to the grass next to the worn-in sidewalk, and the trees were plump with their newly grown leaves that painted pockets of shade against the ground. You smiled to yourself as you admired the beauty. You hated waking up early but watching the world slowly come to life as you walked to class almost made it worth it. Key word: almost.

“Oh, but my dear Jimin.” You moved the smile to his direction, nudging his shoulder playfully. “Just wait until you’re the sidekick. Then you won’t be as eager to mock them.”

Your friend just shook his head at you and chuckled, the action rumbling throughout his compact, bulky frame. He grabbed your arm and tugged you onward toward the business building.

“Come on. We’re going to be late if you keep yapping about random shit all morning.”

Your heart began going crazy, beating at a rapid pace like it was a goddamn EDM song. You mentally scolded yourself and told it to sit down and shut up. Fuck. You hated yourself for it. Jimin’s been your best friend since you were 10 years old. Ever since punching his sweet face after he tried to scare you with a spider he found lurking around during recess. You knocked him on his ass, and when he didn’t run to the teacher to tattle, you helped him fabricate the poorly detailed story of how he slipped on the wet metal of the playground and banged his face. You and Jimin have been inseparable from that day forward. And you’ve been in love with him since you were 17. Unfortunately, you know the feeling isn’t mutual. This wasn’t some friends to lovers fanfic misunderstanding either. This was reality and sometimes reality just sucks like that. You’ve watched him flirt, kiss, and date his fair share of girls throughout your time together, and not one has he ever looked at you with any romantic inkling. Why would he? There he goes with his muscular and flexible as hell body. Seriously, the only thing this boy does more than eat and nap is put in time at the studio. Paired with dark hair that prefers to be dyed a vibrant orange, plump limps that beg to be kissed, a strong nose, a cutting jaw line, and oh my god his eyes. Dark brown with flecks of amber light. Like an animated tiger’s eye gemstone. Don’t even get yourself started on the way they squish close when he smiles or laughs hard. God, you swear nobody else has eyes even clo-

SMACK.

You ran straight into the glass door.

“Shit!” You rubbed your forehead painfully. “What the hell Jimin!? Why didn’t you hold the damn door open?”

All you got in response was a choking sound as the boy tried to reply but couldn’t because of the laughter shaking his body. It caused his eyes to do the damn squishy thing. You quickly looked away so that you wouldn’t stare in blatant awe.

“Damn and you call me clumsy. It’s not my fault you weren’t paying attention,” he finally wheezed out as he doubled over from the laughter.

Asshole.

Geez that hurt. You thought while massaging your poor head.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’m fine thanks for asking.” You rolled your eyes and started walking once more after safely passing through the doorway.

Four flights of stairs later and the two of you arrived outside of your 8 AM lecture. Ah yes, nothing quite like accounting at 8 in the freaking morning.

“Seriously, who invented 8 AM classes? Because I would really like to have a word with him for this terrible contribution to society,” you huff, “and I say him because there’s no way a woman would do this to society. Actually, I want to have a word with whoever talked me into taking a goddamn 8 AM!”

“Y/N…” Jimin hesitated. “That would be me.”

Of course.

“Also, why the actual fuck are we taking an accounting course?” you continued to whine. “We’re dance majors!”

After completing the awkward, squeezing, tip-toed walk through the classroom aisles to two seats next to each other, you collapsed into your respective chair.

“Because you and I are both minoring in entrepreneurship and it’s a required course.”

Raising an eyebrow at his smartass response you proceeded to poke his bicep.

“Well you and I are going to have a little chat later about your negative influences.”

“Oh, please Might Y/N, spare me from your wrath!”

You snorted in response, earning a stare from the chap sitting to your left. You retaliated with a glare, warning the bugger not to fuck with you this early.

“Whatever. But you definitely owe me some ice cream Slim Jim.”

Jimin winked before turning his attention back to the front of the class. Feeling your cheeks grow warm, you placed your face in your hands to hide the betraying blush. You inwardly groaned, reminding yourself that the semester was almost done. Just four more weeks and you can spend some time away from Jimin. Just four more weeks until he went on his annual trip to stay with some distant relative in the middle of nowhere with no reception. Maybe this year you could finally let go of your hopeless, unrequited love while he was gone.

Ugh. Ew. The thought made you roll your eyes at yourself. You were such a fucking sap.

“Ohhhhhhh my gosh.” You moaned as you licked the creamy deliciousness that trailed down the square indentations of the waffle cone.

After enduring the early class from hell, you and Jimin had separated ways for the rest of your classes for the day. Luckily, you didn’t have to withstand mindless lectures about debits and credits after 9:15.

“You are officially forgiven for making me take an 8 AM,” you informed Jimin. Although forgiven, you still side-eyed the cup which held his strawberry ice cream before continuing. “Except not getting a cone is a violation of ice cream law so…”

“Oh, come on! There is no such thing as ice cream law!” He threw his non-cup arm wide in defiance.

“There sure as fucking hell is! Thou shall never turn down ice cream and thou shall always choose a waffle cone. It’s first grade Slim Jim.”

“First I am disgusted you managed to throw in a SpongeBob reference. How do you always do that!? Second, I must simply agree to disagree. The cones get stale and leaky at the bottom. Plus, you get y/f/f ice cream, which is yucky, so I refuse to acknowledge your law.”

“Take that back! That’s like saying brownie edge pieces are better than the center pieces!”

“…But they are.”

All you could do was slowly turn and gape at your best friend in horror. It was quickly replaced with a scowl when he flicked your forehead.

Grumbling through your scowl, “Hey, so I need to hit the studio for a bit after this, but we’re still on for family dinner tonight right? I’m thinking of making that pulled pork mac and cheese you love.”

Jimin stiffened beside you and slowly let out a sigh, running a hand through his orange hair.

“Y/N, please don’t be mad, but I completely forgot about dinner and something else came up…” He awkwardly toyed with his ice cream.

“Seriously?” You weren’t mad. Just… disappointed. It was one of the last free nights you each had before finals and showcases started up. “You better not be cancelling on me for some girl you found at the bars last night.”

You murmured the last part in a low voice. Not like it wouldn’t have been the first time, though. He was constantly going out with girls he met, even if it sometimes meant leaving you behind. Not that you were salty about it. Or jealous. Nope. Not at all. But, you were his best friend, so it’s not like you could complain about it to him.

“No! No, it’s not a girl. I promise,” Jimin quickly retorted. “I just completely spaced on this project I have for K201. I have to meet up with my group to finish it, and tonight was the only night that worked with everyone.”

Well, at least it was a school excuse and not some bimbo. You thought as you popped the last bite of cone into your mouth.

Sweat dripped down your forehead and into your eyes. It left a pleasant satisfactory sting as your equally sweaty forearm rose to wipe it away. Dancing was hard, it was strenuous, but you relished in it. You loved feeling the music gliding across your body, inviting and encouraging your movement. The burn of your muscles. The stretch of your limbs. The bass in your chest. It was utterly euphoric. You had been in the studio for two hours already, but being the perfectionist you were, you kept telling yourself “one more time.” The first had been six times ago. After wiping away more sweat that fell down your face, you reached over to restart the song just. One. More. Time. Taking a deep breath, you walked back to your starting place as the ticks counted down to the start of the track.

Inhale. Exhale. Go.

After running through the routine three more times, you felt satisfied enough with the day’s progress. Breathing heavily and dripping sweat, you could not wait to take an unnecessarily long and hot shower. Yes, you were aware that cold water was much better for your body, especially after exercise, but cold water was evil. Even during the summer months, you couldn’t resist standing under scalding water for a good 30 minutes. At least you would rinse off with cold water for like 20 seconds at the end. That had to count for something, right?

But you didn’t feel like going home just yet. You didn’t want to open the fridge and see the ingredients you were originally going to cook up before Jimin threw a curve ball into the evening’s plans. As you thought of the places you could go instead of your single bedroom apartment, you realized that you hadn’t been to the state park just outside of the town in a few weeks. With Spring in full swing, it had to be breathtaking at the moment. Since you were already sweaty and gross, you figured being so for a little longer wouldn’t kill you as you grabbed your keys and turned off the studio light before walking out the door.

Twenty-seven minutes and a flash of your annual park pass later, you pulled into the first open spot you saw, which happened to be next to an ugly matte black Jeep Wrangler.

Geez, who paints their car matte and thinks it looks good? You ponder before whipping your eyes back to the vehicle.

Wait. Ugly matte black Jeep Wrangler?

You hope out of your car and slowly walk around to the Jeep. Positioning yourself beside the driver’s window, you peered through the tinted windows. There better not be a damn dreamcatcher…

...

“Slim Jim! I got you a present!” You excitedly hand over a small bag with unicorns adorning the side.

Jimin eagerly grabbed the gift, delighted with your choice of bag décor.

“I hope it’s a-”

“Dreamcatcher!” You interrupt singing as he removed the item from its magical paper prison.

“Um. Thanks Y/N, but you know I don’t really need this. I don’t get nightmares anymore,” he says as he lifts the delicate object higher to take a better look.

You punched him in the shoulder as he frowned at the white dreamcatcher in his hand.

“I wanted to get you something to hang from your rearview mirror that wasn’t so damn doom and gloom,” you explained as you gestured to his all black interior, “and it matches the one in my car! So, think of it as sort of a best friend necklace type thing.”

...

You hadn’t been sure if he would hang it up, but the next time you hoisted your y/h self into that black Jeep, it was proudly strung up above the dashboard. Where it still was as you currently looked through the window.

“Why the hell is Jimin here?”

You didn’t think he ever came here without you, because you basically had to drag him when you did. The guy loved the outdoors and every other park, but he had some weird aversion to this park in particular. Wouldn’t say why, though. You eventually just stopped asking when you were never given a straight answer. But, oh boy, were you going to be asking again today. With a groan of frustration and annoyance, you entered the hiking trail. Just wait until you find that boy, you were going to strangle him with your sweaty little hands.

You’d been walking for about thirty-five minutes before you found him. He wasn’t on the main trail, but on a side path that led to a small clearing. Not many people knew about it, but after you had stumbled upon it, you made sure to show it to Jimin the next you had dragged his ass out here.

“Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

“-Shit.” The man of the hour cut off in the middle of whatever he had been saying to himself when he heard you.

“What the hell Jimin!? You cancel on me, have the audacity to lie about why, and then I find you out here doing… doing what exactly?”

Marching across the clearing, you stopped a few yards away from him. You crossed your arms and cocked an eyebrow, just daring him to try and make up a crappy excuse. At least he had the decency to look scared shitless at your approach.

His eyes began darting all over the clearing. His hand nervously raked through his hair, but he stayed silent.

You’d had enough. “Are you really just going to stand there and not say anything?”

“Y/N. Please. Please just go home,” he begged, his eyes still darting. “It’s not safe.”

“It’s not safe? I’m pretty sure tick season is over Jimin,” you scoffed. “Are you buying drugs or something? What’s going on with you?”

“I can’t explain. Just please go home,” Jimin continued to plead, “I don’t want you-”

His sentence was interrupted when a force suddenly seized your neck and thrust your body backwards, pinning it against a tree. The odd thing was that nothing had touched you.

“What the hell is this?” You managed to spit out to your friend, who was looking at you with wide, panicked eyes. Then the force around your neck

Began.

To.

Squeeze.

Out of the corner of your vision, you could see that Jimin was trying to reach you, but it seemed an unseen force held him at bay too. He kept shouting some gibberish that you couldn’t understand. Probably because you were currently getting, you know, choked to death.

Shit. Shit. Shit. It hit you that you were actually getting bloody choked, and not in the good way.

You tried gasping for breath, but the air was not reaching your lungs. Your head started spinning and darkness began to rim your vision, slowly invading more and more of your eyesight. Desperately, you attempted to rip away the force blocking your air. But when you brought your hands up to your throat, you registered a warm, solid substance. It felt like skin. Thoroughly freaked and near passing out, you continued trying to claw the force away, but it completely encompassed your throat and wasn’t budging. Oh my god. You were going to die because of a ghost. Hello? Welcome to death registration, what’s your cause of perishing? Casper the fucking Ghost.

Wait. Were those fingers? Your vision was almost entirely black by now. You could still faintly hear Jimin shouting over the thumping of your heart. If those were fingers, then there must be a hand, arm, and body, right? You released your grip on the supposed hand around your throat and instead reached out to find what it was attached to.

Fabric. More skin. Muscles. A man? You hope. Either way this should hurt like a bitch.

You were losing control over your body, but you weren’t done for yet. You were too much of a stubborn bitch for that. Kicking out with your leg, you located one of Casper’s appendages and sloppily found the other with another kick. Then, with what little energy you had left, you forced your right leg up as hard and high as you could manage. The sudden rush of air back into your lungs made you even more dizzy as whatever held you vanished. Collapsing to your knees, you coughed while trying to support yourself by gripping the tree trunk behind you. Suddenly, Jimin was kneeling beside you, repeatedly saying your name. You don’t know how he escaped his ghost, maybe a spiritual kick to the tender region too.

Caressing your hair, he murmured, “Hey, hey, it’s going to be okay.”

“I don’t feel okay,” was all you could mutter before your arms gave out and the world fell to black nothingness.

Slowly, ever so slowly, you cracked open your eyes and saw Jimin’s worried face looking down at you. Your body felt like it was lagging behind your head, like when you kept moving the joystick forward during a video game, but the character decided to go sideways instead.

“You’re okay Y/N,” he reassured you, “you just passed out briefly.

Oh.

You pushed yourself up onto your elbows, grunting as dirt and twigs scraped against them as you did so. It still seemed to be only the two of you within the clearing, but you knew something, someone was there. You could feel it. You know, beyond the whole thrown against a tree and strangled thing.

Gripping his arm, you looked your best friend dead in the eye. “Okay, you’re going to help me up, and then you’re going to explain to me what the hell just happened.”

After doing so, and hesitantly stepping away from you, he attempted to act nonchalant.

“You tripped on a tree root and hit your head.” He shrugged.

You stared at him because there was no way. That had to be bullshit. You decided to straight up say as much. A few seconds went by and neither of you said anything. Jimin suddenly cocked his head to the left and nodded. His hand reached out in the direction his apricot-colored head had tilted toward, and then something peculiar happened. A tiny, delicate flower petal appeared in his hand. It hadn’t floated in on the breeze or fallen from the trees above. The pink petal had just… appeared. Cupping the object in his hand, he walked directly in front of you and extended the hand that held the petal. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, not understanding what revelation that petal was supposed to bring.

“Uhhh?”

Understanding your puzzlement, he explained that you apparently needed to place the petal on your tongue. You still had no reason as to why you needed to do that, but you still took the object gently out of his hand. Giving him a quizzical and skeptical glance, you proceeded to place the delicate pink petal inside your mouth. Expecting to have to gag on it as you swallowed, you were shocked when it simply dissolved on your tongue like powdered sugar. As soon as the last remnant disappeared you gasped as your vision went black. Stars erupted behind your eyes and the sounds of every living thing amplified to clarity. For a split-second, all you could see was that blinding galaxy. All you could hear was the stars twinkling and the rumbling of an endless, black expanse. You were fully alive, and you felt the world drifting by your fingertips. But the stars began to dim and dim and dim until your vision cleared. You blinked to regain yourself and stilled when you finally registered the clearing again. When you registered what was in the clearing.

You and Jimin were no longer alone.

Six strangers stood within the clearing.

Six of the most gorgeous men you had ever seen. Beautiful, regal, and intimidating as hell. They each wore a variation of what seemed to be a mix of armor and camouflage as they easily blended in with the spring colors. You sharply inhaled as you noticed that their ears extended into long, delicate points. They looked like some kind of modern Legolas. If Legolas decided to cut his hair, dye it random colors, and give you an immediate lady boner.

Damn. You seriously needed to get laid.

You stared at them before tightly closing your bugging eyes, counting to ten, and re-opening them. Nope, still there. They gazed back, waiting to see what you would do.

“You-I-I’m tripping. I’m high and I’m tripping. Whatever you gave me is some new drug, right? Which first off, screw you because that’s pretty fucked up,” you stammered out to Jimin, “Or you hired these cosplayers to appear right after I ate that thing. Mhmm. Yup. That’s it. Good prank.”

You looked at your friend, desperate for reassurance that this was just a hallucination, or some weird joke. He only shot you a sad expression before shaking his head. In a stressed gesture, he drew a hand down his face then through his orange locks.

Eyes bugging out yet again, you returned your gaze to the strangers. You noticed that one of them had moved to go lay down against the base of a tree, his arm tucked underneath his mint-colored hair. Was the situation too boring for the lad? You couldn’t exactly agree with him. About half of the others had small smiles tugging at the corner of their mouths, yet they were not all relaxed. Some were too still, too stiff to possibly be relaxed. A couple took a more forward approach and had their hands resting upon their weapons, ready to draw.

Hold the door. Weapons!?

Double taking, you saw that, yes, your eyes were correct. They were all armed. Swords, daggers, bows, one of them even had a mace. But no guns. At least that you could see. One of them had his hand tapping the ruby hilt of the dagger strapped against his side. You could see two more blades crossed behind his back. His face was more steeled than the others. He did not look in the least bit pleased.

Another with striking pale-yellow eyes said something to Jimin, in a language you couldn’t understand, gesturing to you as he spoke. Even though you had no idea what language it was, you put two and two together and realized it was the “gibberish” Jimin had been speaking earlier. The yellow-eyed man seemed to be the tallest out of the group, and although he did not appear to be pissed at the current situation, it was clear that he did not find it ideal. Whatever your friend replied with had the ruby-hilt man glaring even harder. Much to your surprise, however, was that a man to his left broke out into a huge, boxy grin.

Talk about having absolutely no clue on what was going on.

Finally getting over your initial, paralyzing shock, you found your attitude starting to make an appearance. Done with being out of the loop, you glared back at the one who seemed to have an issue with you. His hand stopped tapping the ruby gemstone and instead gripped the handle hard, his entire body locking up from the pressure. You swore he glared even heavier too, if it were possible. You internally rolled your eyes. What a chump.

Jimin took a deep breath and gently released it before turning to face you.

“Y/N/, I know how this is going to sound, but please just- Just listen.”

You looked your best friend in the eye and nodded.

“I’m not human, not entirely,” he explained, running a hand through his hair again. A habit he did constantly, but this time your eyes locked on his ears.

Jimin had never had what a person would consider a normal, rounded ear. His were slightly pointed. Not to the extent of the six strangers surrounding you, but a gentle tip that went beyond that of a typical ear. You’d never given it much thought but would occasionally tease that he was a magical creature. As you looked at them now, you could see that even though they were not as extreme, they carried the same shape and elegance as the ears of the others in the clearing.

Seeing the wheels turning behind your eyes, he motioned to the others. “I’m half Saeni. I spend my summers in their realm.”

“Uhhh-”

You were cut off by the man, no male you rethink since you were just told that they were not humans, that had spoken with Jimin earlier. He seemed to be getting impatient, his yellow eyes narrowing at you. Jimin rapidly fired back, gesturing to you over and over. God, you were getting tired of them talking about you like you weren’t there.

“Hey! Stop talking about me and not telling me what you’re saying. It’s super freaking annoying. And rude,” you declared as you crossed your arms with a huff.

Jimin whipped his head back to you in disbelief before he began chuckling. It was just such a you thing to do to already be over his big reveal and be demanding to be included in the conversation.

“Okay, okay.” He put his hands out in front of him as a peace offering. “So, they need my help, and um, need me to leave with them tomorrow.”

Um, excuse me. What?

He couldn’t just leave tomorrow. Damn looking forward to him going to his Aunt’s for the summer. He couldn’t just leave to go to this realm place out of nowhere.

“What about school? What about your Aunt’s for the summer… oh. Shit. There is no Aunt is there?”

Jimin only gave you a small, tight smile, his eyes filled with regret. Well, alrighty that answers that then. You took one deep breath, quickly deciding in your head before continuing. You still did not fully understand what was going on or what a Sinai? Saeni? Or whatever Jimin had said was, but you did know one thing for sure.

“I’m going with you,” you announced defiantly.

His eyes widened. “What!? No. No, you’re not. It’s not safe.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“You could get killed,” he strained.

You simply shrugged. “To die will be an awfully great adventure. Plus, finals are going to kill me anyway so…” You mumbled the second sentence under your breath.

“Y/N/, this is serious. I mean it. You could really get hurt.”

A male appeared behind Jimin, the one with the boxy smile, and clapped him on the shoulder. You had been so caught up in the argument that you hadn’t even noticed him, and the others, moving. With him being up close, you could finally get a better look at his appearance. And damn, were you quite happy at that. He had grey, almost silver, hair that flopped against his forehead regardless of the thick headband that attempted to push it back. The band did lift the steel-colored locks enough to fully see his dark, prominent eyebrows and clear, sharp blue eyes. Hot damn. He was fucking beautiful. You also noted that he had a small mole on the tip of his nose, numerous silver hoop earrings, and a single, dangling feather earring that matched the arrows holstered on his back. While you were preoccupied admiring the specimen before you, the attractive male looked you up and down before smiling again and squeezing Jimin’s shoulder.

“For Exia’s sake, Chim. Just let her come. It’s not like you’re going to win an argument with a female like her.”

That snapped you out of your daze. A female like you? Slowly, you moved your gaze to Jimin then back to the male, ready to oh-so-kindly inquire as to what type of female you were. Just as you went to start yet another argument, you finally registered what he said. Or rather, you registered the fact that you had been able to understand him.

Your mouth dropped. “You know English?” You stupidly asked as if it hadn’t just been established that yes, he did know English.

“I do, but only sometimes.” He winked.

Ooo-kay. Like that answer made any sense.

He paused, tilting his head to the side before adding in a genuinely concerned tone, “Hey, you might want to close your mouth before you inhale bugs.”

You blinked your eyes twice in astonishment.

What the-,” you sputtered, “this is between Jimin and me, and…” you trailed off, again putting a hold on your outburst to look at your best friend.

“He called you Chim.”

He gave you another sad smile. “Park Jimin is my real name, don’t worry, but I had to go by another name over there for… reasons.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the glaring male turn his head to the side while snorting sarcastically. As you turned your head to him out of confusion for his reaction, you also saw Jimin give him a warning look before adding to his statement.

“Let’s just say that Chim is easier to go by.”

“Mmmm seems fake but okay,” you retorted, returning your attention back to your friend with a sigh.

With each minute that passed, it seemed like you knew your best friend less and less. How many secrets did he have? How could you even call yourselves “best friends” when he had seemingly lied to you since day one? You sighed once more, trying to wrap your head around it all. Although the entire situation was straight out of a goddamn fantasy book, you still trusted the person in front of you. Because this was Jimin. Your Jimin. Your Slim Jim. Even if he had avoided some things, he was still the boy that tried to scare you with a spider, he was still the person who has seen you at your worst, the person that was always there for you through breakups, injuries, and weak moments. He was still your best friend. And you wouldn’t abandon him.

You looked at him with determination. “I am going with you. Just tell me when you need me back here and what you need me to bring.”

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The Arcana Christmas - DAY 5 ~ Holly Jolly Portia

I had trouble with this one... Sorry for it being so late!  Hope you enjoy and happy holidays!  READ: DAY 1 - DAY 2 - DAY 3 - DAY 4 

The morning started as any other – with Pepi climbing all over Portia trying to wake her so she can get fed. Portia didn’t mind this at all, because that made her smile first thing in the morning, every day. Sometimes Pepi would tickle her nose with her tail and other times she would nuzzle up and lick her face.

Portia got up and did her usual daily routine. She fed Pepi, prepared and ate breakfast, took care of her hygiene and got dressed for work around the palace. Her job is supposed to be focused on maid duties, but a lot of other things have ended up in Portia’s care, like for example: taking a huge stack of papers over to Consul Valerius, running to the market to grab groceries and basically making sure everyone else does their job for the day. So, usually she starts off at the break of dawn. Even though to other people it might seem hard to handle, Portia always has a smile on her face. Today was no different.

She grabbed the stack of papers for the Consul and was about to go out, but her door got stuck as she tried to open it. ‘What the heck?’ she thought. Upon taking a closer look she noticed that there was so much snow in front of her cabin that she could barely open the door. ‘Whaaaat? How come there’s snow in Vesuvia?!’ She was confused, but very happy.

“Aw Pepi, I haven’t seen snow in so long! Isn’t this wonderful!” she said to her cat, dropping the stack of papers on the floor. Pepi meowed in confusion, as if she was saying ‘How is being snowed in good?’ Portia peeked out the door.

“All this snow must have fallen from the roof”, she made a conclusion. With a jolly smile still on her face she slowly but surely, somehow, dug enough through the crack of the door to open it more and more until she was able to get out.

“Phew! See no issue!” she smiled, gathered her papers and ran off towards the palace. While walking through the hallways of the palace she greeted everyone she came across.

“Hello! - Hi! - A beautiful day we’re having, right? - Isn’t the snow so lovely? – How are you doing today? – Keep up the good work! – You look great! – Hi, happy holidays to you too!” were just a few things she said to people along her way. She came across Ludovico and Bludmila, the guards, heading to their position.

“Good morning Portia”, Ludovico said.

“Hello, hello!” Bludmila added.

“Good morning to you too! Hey, have you by any chance seen Consul Valerius? I have to get these papers to him”, Portia explained.

“I recall seeing him with Lady Nadia in the saloon”, Ludovico explained.

“Yes, I think our Count was with them as well”, Bludmila smiled.

“Oh, okay! Thanks guys! Have a good day and happy holidays to you both!” Portia said as she hurried down the hall, never losing the perkiness in her walk. Her morning started off great and she was in a really good, holiday mood. She hummed Christmas carols to herself and barely even noticed Lucio when he ran beside her like a hurricane, obviously chasing a ‘pressing matter’. She knocked on the door and entered the saloon.

“Good morning milady! Consul!” she greeted Valerius and Nadia.

“Portia, cheerful as can be I see”, Nadia smiled, while Valerius just looked at her and took another sip of his mulled wine.

“How could I not be milady? Did you see all the snow? I heard it’s been a really long time since the last white Christmas in Vesuvia” Portia gestured out the window.

“Indeed. Quite some time”, Valerius said shortly, “Do you have my papers?”

“Yes sir!” she ran over and gave them to him. The Consul simply took them and walked out the room.

“Wow! Someone’s not a morning person, huh?” Portia joked when he closed the door behind him. Nadia chuckled softly.

“Milady, I-” Portia was about to speak, but another servant burst into the room.

“Um… I apologize Lady Nadia, but our Count has requested Portia’s presence up in his chambers”, they said in a shy tone.

“What does he want now?” Nadia growled.

“It’s okay!” Portia smiled, “I’ll handle it.” She winked to Nadia so the servant wouldn’t notice and ran out the room, up to Lucio’s wing.

By the time she walked through the saloon, up to his chambers, so many people stopped her and asked for help. With ease she answered all questions quickly, not having to stop along the way. When she finally got to Lucio’s room she did a quick short knock and went in.

“You asked for me?” she said trying to keep a smile on her face.

“YES! YOU! How come we don’t have paper? Or ink?!” Lucio was flustered.

Portia looked at him in confusion. “Why do you need that, milord?”

“It doesn’t concern you! See to it that I g-g-g-g-“ Lucio stuttered and then sneezed loudly.

‘Geez’, Portia thought, ‘he could have at least covered his mouth… What does Reina see in him…’ She put on her polite ‘work’ smile.

“Bless you, milord.”

Lucio looked up at her with an annoyed expression, sniffling.

“Get me some paper and ink and a glass of wine and tell the Chef to prepare ox tartare for dinner and get Julian here as well ASAP!” he barked orders.

“While you’re at it call my designer and decorator…”

He yapped on and on while Portia struggled to keep her smile. Then Lucio sneezed again.

“Bless you, milord”, Portia repeated in the same exact tone as before, as if she was a prerecorded message.

“GET JULIAN IMMEDIATELY! Tell the guards to look for him and…” Lucio continued his rant, “… if I get sick and die…” and so on.

As he said that Portia thought: ‘Sadly, even if your ungrateful ass did die, you’d just find a way to come back again.’

“Yes, milord”, she smiled even more to hide her annoyance. Finally, she got out of there and literarily exhaled with relief when she exited the room. Not even she was aware how she was capable to zone out to not listen to his yapping, but heard every single thing she was supposed to get done, per his request. So, first on the list was to finish some small tasks around the palace and then head to the market to get the things his Excellency asked for. After that she could focus on the real task of the day, which was to start preparations for the big Winter Ball, which was on Christmas Eve.

Unfortunately, those small errands around the palace took up more time than she thought they would and the sun was starting to set, while the snow was beginning to fall harder. She put on her winter coat and rushed to get to the market before it closed, but first decided to drop by the saloon to see if Nadia was there and how she was doing, since news got to her that the Countess had been up in her tower almost all day long. Alas, Nadia was there, looking exhausted and worried. Portia talked to her for a little bit and finally caught a chance to give her a soft kiss, she obviously needed. Sadly, duty called, so off to the marketplace she went.

As she was exiting the palace, she noticed that the soft innocent snowflakes were turning into a mild snowstorm. ‘I hope this doesn’t get any worse’, she thought, put on her hood and ran out into the mild blizzard.

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A Husband of Integrity

For Better or Worst: Chapter Five

Featuring: Sam Winchester x Emery Simmons-Winchester OFC

Other Characters: OCs Bandit (their dog), Toby, Cady, Gretchen and Lourdes (Sam’s coworkers), Jason and Trudy Schneider (neighbors) and their dogs Mox and Sho, Castiel

Season 14 AU

Word Count: 1284

Summary: A shitty way to spend a birthday.

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“The rain began again. It fell heavily, easily, with no meaning or intention but the fulfillment of its own nature, which was to fall and fall.” -  Helen Garner

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Lourdes was late, which pushed the entire meeting back, that led to casual discussion as they waited for the visual side of the presentation. Gretchen had brought cookies and there was the ever-running coffee maker in the corner, which left Sam with the ultimate dilemma: eat and be dissatisfied or refuse the nutrient lacking offerings and end up a hangry ass. He spotted a pile of oatmeal cookies on one side of the massive tray and he took a chance; they were going to be there awhile, might as well not suffer doubly. Cady kept asking him questions specific to his lecture preservation project, eating would stop him from having to keep talking. Luckily, Toby interjected on her next circle back, intentionally or not, saving Sam from being the center of conversation. Twenty minutes into the meeting, Lourdes stormed in, soaked from head to toe and clutching her laptop case in a garbage bag. So much for April being the month of showers, thought Sam.

              Another ten minutes of set up and they were in business, Sam checked his watch and then sent Emery a quick text, keeping his phone on silent so as not to interrupt Toby and Lourdes’s introduction. Cady was anything but discrete as she shifted her seat towards Sam, ‘to get a better angle’. He sighed and sank back into his chair, legs stretched out before him, hands resting on his lap. The changes for the summer and fall semester were all logical organizational adjustments, which Sam appreciated. He just had to stay focused and not let the constant glances from his left make him anymore uncomfortable.

              Across campus, in an office overlooking a courtyard and Owens Hall, Emery checked her phone.

“Just getting started here, looks like you’ll have to grab the dogs afterall. Sorry. X”

              Emery huffed, exasperated that Sam had to work late on his birthday, not that he even seemed to notice. But she knew grad students, and as reliable as they were, they tended to only worry as long as those depending on them would. She had to adjust her plans and make a run to doggie daycare for Jason. Trudy had given birth to a plump little boy two days prior and Sam had been helping by running the dogs back and forth for them as they adjusted. Bandit had joined the beefy Rottweilers for the first time, and Emery was curious to see how he handled the chaos.

Once she was ready to go, Emery maneuvered through the buildings as best she could, avoiding long stretches in the downpour to get to Sam’s roomier car. As she entered the parking lot, there was a figure lingering among the bushes along the far side. She didn’t blame them to be out of the rain, but there were plenty of better places to wait. She fisted her keys and kept walking. Unintentionally, she reached out with her thoughts, searching for intent or any passing fancy of the person in shadow. All too quickly she realized how fruitless it was; she wasn’t that woman anymore. She couldn’t do, that. Shaking her head, Emery tried to not let the weather test her already thinning patience. Once she was safe inside the car, she shot Sam texts letting him know she grabbed his car, that she’d grab dinner and see him at home.

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              The barrage of messages lighting up Sam’s screen, did not go unnoticed, Cady simply raised a disapproving eyebrow and returned to watching Gretchen’s presentation. It was after eight before they staggered out of the Library basement, stretching out their limbs just to linger in the foyer, with whiney delay.

              “So, who’s going to The Brutal Poodle? Sam, you’re going, it’s your birthday, so don’t even try backing out,” Cady broke the weather-defeated group into whoops of excitement. Sam shook his head and looked in Cady’s eyes with cautious challenge.

              “How do you even know that?” He couldn’t help but smirk slightly.

              “I’m good.” She simply shrugged. “First round’s on Lourdes for being late a.f.!”

              “Screw you Cady! Fine! But you’re buying appetizers,” Lourdes retorted in her crisp accent.

              They shuffled out towards their cars, almost missing the guest of honor slipping off toward the other end of campus. But Sam Winchester wasn’t extremely stealthy on an empty campus in the now gently falling rain. Cady was waiting at Emery’s car in her cherished Charger. She climbed out, pulling her jean jacket tighter to her, folding her arms just so.

              “I can’t believe you tried to bail on your own birthday,” she teased, leaning against his driver’s side door.

              “Yeah, I gotta get home. Thanks for the sentiment, but I think you guys will have just as much fun without the old married guy hanging around.” Sam was being as cordial as he could be.

              “What if we want you there?” Cady stepped forward, her face just inches from Sam’s. “What if I want you—there?”

              Sam looked to the heavens and off across the roof of Emery’s car, it had finally happened. He swallowed and cleared his throat, refusing to make eye contact. “I have plans with my wife, Cady. Please, let me get in the car now?”

              “She knows you’re running late. She didn’t stop harassing you with texts all night, let her wait,” Cady purred.

              “That’s—” Sam stammered, brow pitching in frustration.

              “She did! Come out with us. Just relax a little, Sammy,” Cady pulled at his jacket collar as Sam froze in place. That nickname struck a nerve and he had to stop himself from shoving the girl off of him. Thunder rumbled overhead and the rain picked up again.

              “Get off of me, Cady, I mean it,” Sam growled, hands in fists in his pockets.

              “Okay, okay, geez,” Cady pouted. “Go run home to Emery, like a good boy.”

              Sam huffed in amusement as the girl tried to insult him before stomping back to her car. “I will. Have a nice night.”

              “Fuck you,” she muttered, slamming the heavy door closed, looking like a drowned rat.

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              At home, Emery was having about as much luck at a smooth evening as Sam was, Mox had run to the back of his house the moment Emery opened the backseat, leaving Emery to restrain Bandit and Sho from following suit. There was no way to get them inside without being soaked and now, one of them, muddy. She fell up the three steps leading from the sidewalk to the Schneiders’ front path, ripping her pants at the knee. “Ow! Damn dogs,” she shrieked into the storm.

Finally, Jason spotted her and came out to grab Sho. They cornered Mox at the back gate and got him into the yard, at least. In the end, they couldn’t help but laugh at the situation, though only briefly as Bandit yapped to go home, his thin body dripping. Emery wondered if her hair looked as bad as his did. Stomping into the mudroom, Bandit shook off all over her. She let out another groan of defeat, deciding tonight was foiled. Though perhaps, wine, lots of wine and a hot, foamy bath could salvage what was left of it.

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Sam stood in the downpour, watching Cady drive off before he turned his back to slide into Emery’s hybrid. He wiped his face off, pulling the water off at the chin before whipping his drenched hair back against the headrest. He pulled the lever beneath the chair to slide it back, freeing his legs to drive. He checked his mirrors: side views and finally the rear view. Then time seemed to stop, and his stomach clenched.

“Hello, Sam,” greeted the stranger from the dog park, who sat waiting in the backseat.

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Read On: Later the Truth Breaks