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Art Murmur | KNJ

❃ Festivaled Away: Summer Nights

Hosted by @bangtanbathhouse

⤞ Ticket: Namjooning ⤞ Main event: First Date ⤞ Games: Overstimulation; fingering; size kink

Pairing: Camp Coordinator!Namjoon x fem!reader; the hyung line also makes a brief appearance

Genre: Friends to lovers; fluff; smut

Rating: 18+

Summary: You and Namjoon have worked together for years. You've harbored secret crushes on each other for a long time but neither of you have had the courage to take the plunge. One summer, you decided that you've circled each other long enough.

Word count: 4,393K

Warnings: cussing; awkward flirting; some pining/light angst; clit play; breast play; BDE!Namjoon; fingering; oral (M-receiving briefly); dirty talk; protected sex; some manhandling; brief cuddling...(I think that's it?)

A/N: I apologize in advance...I was struggling a bit while writing Coquet 9 and took a break from it. And then Hobi's listening party at Hybe happened...aaaaand I just could not get over images of Namjoon so...this happened.😬 I stg, I love all OT7 but as my lovely betas @deepseavibez and @internetjunkdrawer pointed out--I'm always extra when it comes to my faves (Excuse me, ma'am...your bias is showing)😋

Also, Art Murmur is an actual event close to where I work. I just embellished on some of the details. Their date is also loosely inspired by an episode of Insecure from Season 4 where Lawrence and Issa walk through a local street art festival. I swear...the visuals and general cinematography on that episode are un-fucking-believable!

Anyway, I'll shut up now. Thanks to Madame Sophie @kookskingdom for the prompts! Enjoy!

“Thank you! You guys take care!” You wave at the last kid who gets picked up from afternoon care at day-camp.

“Damn, I’m hella tired already,” Yoongi says.

“You’re always tired,” You chuckle at him while you put away the tablets from the reception area to charge them at the office.

“Another summer for the books,” he says, rubbing his eyes. He nods and says goodbye to the younger counselors who clock out. You do the same, smiling as you bid them goodbye, telling them that you’ll see them next year.

“Hey!” Jin, your program director greets you. Yoongi automatically sits up. “Hey, boss,” he says, suddenly being all formal.

Jin laughs out loud. “I told you to stop calling me that. We all used to work together at some point,” he says.

“Yeah, but you’re the head honcho now,” you remarked, referring to Jin’s promotion after your previous program director retired.

“It still feels weird to me,” Jin comments. “Anyway, I’m just doing my rounds. I got back from Namjoon’s site and thought I’d check on you guys to make sure that there were no incidents today?”

“Nothing huge,” you said. “There were a couple of kids from the middle school age group who got into it a bit, but nothing that I couldn’t handle. Parents were called; reports were typed up and signed. Nothing like a bit of excitement on the last day of the program.” You shrugged. All in a day’s work.

“Okay, good. Are you guys headed to the field for the year-end party?”

“Not yet,” you say.

“Yes,” Yoongi answers. You turn your head sideways and look at him incredulously. “What? He asked! I’ve been waiting for this day to end,” He says, giving you an equally incredulous expression. Also, he was excited to be able to have a legally-sanctioned drink at the premises.

You turned back to Jin, who was laughing, taking it all in stride. “Did you need anything before we closed up?” You asked.

“No, but Namjoon and Hoseok are on their way down here soon. They wrapped up their ‘afternoon care’ early since all of their kids got picked up on time.”

Just then, Namjoon and Hoseok walk through the doors of your facility. You and Namjoon smile at each other.

God, will you ever tire of those dimples? The answer is a quick but very firm ‘no.’

Namjoon is your counterpart at a different summer day camp location within the city. He was a site coordinator just like you, supervising camp counselors who help organize and facilitate youth group activities not just in the summer but all throughout the year.

You all exchange polite pleasantries. Hoseok goes to ask Yoongi about tonight’s festivities while Namjoon talks to Jin about completing the end-of-season report for his site.

When Hoseok turns to you, you offer to walk him to your storage closet to show him where you kept the supplies for tonight’s party.

“It’s cool, YN!” He waved you off. “I’m sure Yoongi and I can manage it,” Hoseok says with a wink. You made the mistake of drunkenly confessing to both of them years ago that you had a massive crush on Namjoon during a random happy hour. They haven’t stopped teasing you about it since.

Jin followed closely behind to make sure that there was enough food and utensils for his staff.

“So–are you uh…coming tonight?” Namjoon asks you.

“Yeah. A-are you?”

He nodded. This was the first time that either of you were coming to an end-of-year party where you were both single–or so you heard, based on Hoseok’s texts. It brought in a whole other layer of excitement to tonight’s celebration.

You stared at each other in silence until you heard Jin, Yoongi, with Hoseok huffing as he rolled a cart filled with equipment.

“Yah! I told you I’m not very physically able,” Yoongi argues. “Why didn’t you just take the big, beefy man to grab the stuff from the top shelf?”

Namjoon chuckled to himself. “Guess that’s my queue to leave,” he says. “I uh…hope we can hook up tonight–I mean–” he caught himself immediately, your eyes widened in shock.

“I meant ‘hang out’! I hope we can hang out tonight,” he grinned awkwardly as he rushed to help Hoseok with the cart.

Once he was out of earshot, Yoongi sidled up to you. “Mm-hmm–I think he actually meant the first thing. You know…when you think about it enough times, it just spills out!”

You give him a playful shove, reminding him that you still had to close out the system so you could file away your paperwork and finish out the year.

******

The party was in full swing. You made small talk with the rest of the staff, making sure that you made your social rounds before approaching Namjoon and Hoseok, who were hanging out by one of the firepits and having an animated conversation.

Namjoon sees you advancing towards them and he says something to Hoseok under his breath. Hoseok gives him a confused look until he sees you stop right where they were standing.

“Hey guys,” you greet them both with a smile.

“Hi and bye, YN. I have to go,” Hoseok says.

“Oh,” you said with a frown. “W-where are you going?”

“Uhh…I’m still trying to figure that part out but–I’ll catch you guys later.” He says before walking away. It wasn’t long before he found a friend from another site and started to chat them up.

“So–how was your summer?” Namjoon asks.

“Uhm–it went well, I think. Not many issues as in the past. How ‘bout you?”

“It was good. I have some staff leaving after this year,” he says sadly.

“Oh, no–I’m sorry to hear that. I know how difficult it is to find good people who are trustworthy.”

He nods in earnest.

Afterwards, an awkward silence falls between you two. You’re both usually chatty with each other at work or at off-site get-togethers. It was all very casual…but you were also typically around other friends or coworkers.

He finally decides to break the tension. “Uhm, so…I read somewhere that Jupiter and Saturn are supposed to be perfectly visible tonight.” He tilts his head back to stare up at the sky, searching.

You mimic his action for a bit trying to look where he is but you’re distracted by his neck. It’s so subtle but you catch a freckle right at the base of the left side of his neck–somewhere above his collarbone. That was a new discovery for you. He typically wore hoodies and jackets–and if he wore t-shirts during the summer, you rarely saw him anyway since the summers were always busy for both of you.

And here you thought you’d already familiarized yourself with all of his beauty marks. From the trio that sat atop of his left cheekbone, going down to the one right above his jaw…and your favorite one—right below the curve of his lower lip.

If you looked long enough, you’d find that you’d have your own little Namjoon-constellation. You thought about tracing the pattern…with your tongue.

“Do you want some more?”

“Uh, what?” You shook your dirty thoughts away.

“I asked if you wanted a s’more?” He pointed to the table that contained a few metal skewers, bags of marshmallows, chocolate bars, and graham crackers.

Flustered, you answered, “Oh—uhm, no, thank you. I’m fine,” you blubbered.

He grinned. “You know, there’s been something I’ve been meaning to say to you for a while.”

Your curiosity was piqued. “Oh?”

“Yeah. It’s something I’ve been wanting to say since that first day we did summer camp orientation.”

Now you were really interested. “And?”

“Just…how much I admire you. I thought it was really cool how you have this way with kids–like, you just have endless enthusiasm and patience even though you’d seen whatever it was that they were showing you hundreds of times already and still be really sincere about it. I don’t know how you do it.” He shoved his hands in his pockets and started to rock back on his heels. You thought about how ironic it was that he was being all bashful after singing your praises.

“You also motivate your staff really well–I mean…except for, maybe, Yoongi-hyung. But he doesn’t count since he’s an old-timer,” he chuckled. “There’s just that mutual respect there.”

You smiled at that. “Well…game recognize game,” you said, staring straight at him. “You have to tell me how you can command a room with just one look. I still have trouble with that sometimes because…let’s face it, some kids are just little shits.” He laughed, nodding in agreement with you.

“You’re also really creative with your programming. I don’t know how you come up with these enrichment activities and field trips. It’s hard to keep kids engaged these days.”

“Well, it also helps that I get to plan activities around things that I personally like to do…but, you know…on the city’s dime,” he smiles mischievously, before following it up with, “Don’t tell Jin-hyung!”

You laughed. “Your secret is safe with me.”

He chuckled softly. “Anyway, I didn’t think I ever had a shot with you.”

Your brows lifted in shock at his sudden confession. “W-what?”

He snorted. “What? I’ve always had a crush on you.” He says nonchalantly.

That stopped you dead in your tracks. You look at him wide-eyed.

You both got your start as junior camp counselors several summers ago. You trained together and worked at the same site for a bit until you both ended up becoming full-time employees for the city’s parks and recreation services.

You’ve always had a massive crush on him, too. How could you not? He was tall and good-looking. And when you got to know him better as you worked together, you found him to be even more attractive.

But…it seemed like you never really got the chance to get together. He went away for college in a different city while you stayed local. When he got back, he had a girlfriend. And when they broke up, you started seeing someone–until things didn’t work out. But then he started seeing someone else, and vice versa. The angsty cycle continued.

Your timing always seemed off. Until now.

“Uhm, say that again?”

He gave you a shy smile. “Ah, c’mon, YN. Don’t embarrass me like that.”

“I’m not, I swear! I’m just…in shock here. Give me a minute.” You turned away, mentally fanning yourself at his confession.

He groaned softly, worrying that he had ruined a good thing. “Sorry, is that weird? Are you getting all weird on me now? Shit, that wasn’t my intention. I shouldn’t have said anything,” he says all of it in a panic.

You started to laugh, turning your attention back to him. “Oh man…”

“What? I’m right, aren’t I? I knew it,” he says, shaking his head. “Such a dumbass,” he says under his breath.

When you calmed down, you sighed. “Oh, Namjoon–you couldn’t be more wrong if you tried,” you tell him. His head did a subtle bob–like whiplash, almost. He stared at you, as if trying to crack a code. When it came to him, his face lit up and a wide smile curved his mouth.

That smile did many things to you. You looked away again, unable to handle the butterflies in the pit of your stomach that have been slowly building up to a swarm since you sidled up to him tonight.

“Wait, so this whole time, I could have just asked you out?”

You smiled at him. “I mean…I had hoped you would at some point? But our timing was just terrible, I guess.”

He scoffed and looked down at his shoes. “Damn…I am such a moron,” he chuckled.

You gave him a small smile and shrugged your shoulders. “No time like the present, right?”

He straightened out and smiled warmly at you, regaining his composure once more. “You’re absolutely right. So, YN—would you like—“

“Yes,” you say immediately. You couldn’t contain your excitement.

“I…was going to ask if you would like a s’more.” His smile was teasing. You instantly smack him playfully on his chest, making him double over in laughter.

“I’m sorry,” he says as you both calmed down from your giggles. “Okay, seriously. Would you like to go out with me?”

You rolled your eyes and gave him the same answer. “Yes,” you say softly.

******

He met you at your place around 6PM on a Saturday, and you both took a rideshare to grab dinner at the food truck pod in the city–since neither of you could make up your mind about what you craved for. Although…you had other ideas about what you were craving for, the variety of cuisines sated both your appetites for now.

Your date was fairly chill. It felt awkward at first because you typically went out with your coworkers or common friends. But it didn’t take long before you both settled in. Conversation and jokes flowed naturally. You were friends after all.

After dinner, you headed over to a local street festival event called the Art Murmur, held on the first weekend of every month. A few blocks would be closed off by the city to make room for independent, local artists and merchants to not only showcase their work but to connect with the community as well. Namjoon has always waxed poetic about his love for local art and tried to support when he could.

You turned a corner and the place was buzzing with excitement. The narrow streets were adorned with string lights and colorful streamers above. Each booth had music playing and friendly faces ready and willing to talk about their work to anybody who would approach.

“I remember when this was all super sparse,” he remarked. “They used to have this event in a small banquet hall but word-of-mouth eventually got the city’s attention and full support.”

“That’s really great to hear. I love how there’s so much hidden talent right in our backyard.”

“I couldn’t agree more!”

You slowed to an artist’s booth that used mixed media on their work. One piece in particular caught your eye–a beautiful rendering of all the bridges from your locality.

“You like that one?” He asks you quietly.

“I do. I’ve never seen our bridges portrayed like this. I guess–living here for so long, you think of bridges as one more path of inconvenience to take since our area is so broken up and places are so far.” Also, rising bridge toll fees were just ridiculous. “But, bridges are a necessity, right? The purpose is connection–not just for locations but between people as well. Don’t you think so?”

You glanced sideways at him to find him staring at you intently…in awe.

It happened too quickly but even if he slowed down, you knew you wouldn’t dare stop it.

His lips felt plush, soft. Urging though not in a hurry. You don’t know how long you had imagined or hoped for this moment. Just as you had pictured before–it took your breath away.

“Uh–hey guys, were you interested in this piece?”

You both pull away, slightly embarrassed when the artist interrupts your brief makeout session in front of his art. You cleared your throats and tried to compose yourselves in front of this complete stranger.

“How much for this one?” Namjoon asked.

The artist names his price and while you see Namjoon pull his wallet out, you immediately stop him. He waves you off.

“Shush and let me get my girl a gift,” he says to you.

Your eyes widen at his sudden confidence. “Ooh–already?” You ask playfully while he hands the cash over to the artist, who excuses himself to wrap up the piece for you.

“I thought that was already a foregone conclusion?”

All you give him is a smile in response. It wasn’t like you were going to protest.

******

You invite him back to your place to hang out more since your roommate had conveniently also made plans to be out tonight. It was all very relaxed and chill at first but the energy in the air was still palpable. Pretty soon, you took things back into your bedroom since you couldn’t keep your hands off each other.

His fingers cupped your nape, tilting your head back at an angle that he wanted to deepen the kiss. You moaned when you felt his tongue swirl around your mouth.

He pulls away briefly. “Holy shit–I can’t believe I’m actually kissing you on your bed,” he said in a rush before he sealed his mouth over yours again.

“How do you think I feel?” you breathed out.

You caught a flash of that dimple before you pulled his face closer to yours to kiss him again.

One of his hands slid around to cup your nape, while the other moved downward to your hip, giving it a squeeze. His touch made you hot in an instant, sending goosebumps racing across your skin.

Inhaling deeply, you breathed him in. He smelled so good–a hint of cologne? Or was it soap? Anytime you were in close proximity with him, whether it was facilitating a group activity, gathering supplies for your sites, or plainly having a conversation with him, his scent was one of the many things about him that made you just a little unsteady on your feet.

Your body stirred, recognizing Namjoon as the one thing it desperately wanted. You reached up and pushed your fingers through the silky dark strands and tugged.

He pulls away briefly and brushes loose strands of hair off your face, then his gaze drifted down to where his other hand was gliding up your thigh and past the hem of your skirt. You gasp softly when he makes contact with your panties. Pushing them to the side, he slipped a finger carefully into you.

Your eyes shut at the sensation, building up your hunger even further.

“I want to feel you,” you say to him..

His mouth, that wickedly sexy mouth that could drive you insane, curved into a smug smile. “Do you, now?”

You wrenched away from his skilled finger and stretched onto your mattress, knowing it would entice him. When he growled low in his throat, you returned a smug smile of your own.

Catching you behind the knee, he pushed your leg up and to the side, riding your skirt up, sliding your panties down your legs.

He licked his lips. “You don’t know how long I dreamed of this…how many times I envisioned this in my head.”

You realized then that you would be sharing more moments like this moving forward, and you wanted them. “You still have too many clothes on.”

With a smirk, Namjoon straightened up to pull his shirt off and tossed it on the floor. When he went to work on the buttons of his jeans, you pushed up onto your elbows to watch.

A low hum of pleasure escaped you.

Namjoon paused, his brow lifting. He had that gleam in his eye that made your legs shift restlessly. He had such an understated sexiness that you silently vowed to acknowledge and show more appreciation for.

“Don’t stop,” you almost whined.

“I love when you look at me like that.”

You caught your lower lip between your teeth. He always talked about how he recently got into working out in the last year–and clearly, his hard work was paying off. His golden skin stretched over peaks and valleys of muscle. You fought the urge to run your fingertips over every inch of him...to lick him like your favorite dessert...make him feel how much you wanted him.

“Oh my god, you’re so hot,” you wondered aloud.

“You don’t look so bad yourself.” He sealed his mouth over yours, his tongue licking and gliding.

Greedily, your hands ran all over his chest, shoulders, and abs, tracing every plane and groove. He couldn’t help but chuckle softly into your mouth as you apparently grazed over a spot where he was ticklish. “Sorry–if you can’t tell, I have also fantasized about this way too many times,” you breathed. “I just–” You were at a loss as you ogled at his body.

“I’m on that sexual-frustration workout. Since I couldn’t have you then, I just spent a lot of time at the gym…plus, the wet dreams were killing me.” He caught your wrist, guiding your hand past his waistband to cup his straining hardon.

Well, that certainly took care of your lingering questions about what he’s been hiding underneath those shorts that he frequently wore to work.

"Well, I'm here now," you smiled at him. He tugged at your hair, his fingers sifting through it. Your eyelids grow heavy, senses hyper-focused on the desire radiating off him. Desire for you.

You fumbled with the zipper on his jeans, pushing the halves aside to discover black boxer briefs. He was hard and ready, the tip peeking above the waistband. Precum pooling, your mouth watered–beckoning you to push the elastic past his hips.

You wanted him inside you...now.

You wrapped your hands around his length and stroked, it made you hot and wet as he was. Your pussy was slick, clenching at nothing, aching to be filled by him. Leaning forward and dipping your head, you stuck your tongue out and tasted him.

He hissed through his teeth, cursing under his breath. He reaches down at his back pocket to retrieve a condom, reluctantly moving himself away from your greedy mouth.

“Next time. For now, I need to be inside you,” he muttered, grabbing you by the waist and flipping you around, folding you face down over the edge of the bed.

Shoving your skirt past your hips, he cupped the back of your knee in his hand and pushed your legs apart to open you up. “I’m not sure if I can hold back so…I’ll apologize in advance,” he said huskily. His knuckle brushed against your folds, and a shiver ran down your spine.

You felt his warm skin covering your back, his hands pushing underneath and past your bra to cup your breasts. He gave your ass a firm squeeze before he pushed himself right in between.

You moaned and squeezed your eyes shut, relishing the feeling.

“Fuck, YN,” he ground out between clenched teeth, withdrawing and pushing deeper. Slow, easy thrusts that worked himself into you with every lunge. He groaned and gripped your circling hips, holding you down as he fucked his way deeper. “You feel so good.”

Your fingers clawed at the comforter. Your eyes opened blindly, your lips parted to fill your lungs with air since he kept knocking the wind out of you at every thrust. You fought against his steady hold, wanting him harder, faster. Then, you caught movement in the corner of your eye and saw yourself reflected in the full-length mirror that you had next to your closet.

Your walls contracted around him in response, trying to pull him into where you needed him. Namjoon’s head turned to follow your gaze and he stilled, taking in the sight of him hunched over you.

The image looked straight out of a porno. You, pinned and looking fully clothed, bare ass up in the air; and Namjoon’s abdomen tightening with the force of a thrust, his biceps flexing from the kneading of your breasts, his chest glistening with a fine layer of sweat.

His mouth curved mischievously. “You like watching me fuck you?”

To prove it, he withdrew and thrust again, his entire body tightening as he sank further into you. You whimpered. Your walls sucked greedily at him, your nipples tightened painfully against his palms.

“Oh, yeah, you do,” he purred in that low, devilish tone.

Your eyes stung with tears when your orgasm hit, sucking the air out of your lungs, causing spots in your eyes–blurring your vision. A long, drawn out moan escaped from your mouth–a mix of pleasure, relief…maybe even some gratitude?

Namjoon growled and lost control–just as he had warned you earlier. Fucking you hard and fast, surging deep, cursing under his breath. He came, bridging your orgasm with ragged groans as his body shook.

You couldn’t see, couldn’t think. Nails raked across the sheets, instinctively trying to pull you away from the flood of sensation, but he kept his firm grip on you while his hips continued to slowly pump, emptying himself into you.

He slowly pulled out while you collapsed bonelessly onto your bed. After he discards the condom you feel the mattress dip as he draws you close to him.

“Holy shit,” he finally managed as you both came down from your high.

Holy shit was right.

After a few deep breaths, your heartbeat finally steadies. “So, what you’re telling me…is that—we could have been doing that this whole time?” You ask jokingly.

His laugh was husky from his orgasm. He held you for a while, his fingers sifting through your hair and gliding gently down your arm.

“Like you said, right? No time like the present.” He pressed his forehead against yours and you both grinned. He kissed you again.

You tilted your head to deepen the kiss. Licking into his mouth, teasing him. It wasn’t long before he started to grind his hips into you, making you all achy and wet once more.

He groaned as he pulled away. “How much time do we have left before your roommate gets back?”

“Not long but she knows that I’ve wanted this for a while. She told me that she can always put headphones on if we get too loud.” You answer him quickly before kissing him again. You’ve annoyed your roommate to no end, talking about Namjoon and how you wished the stars would align already and that you’d get together at some point.

When you told her that you had a date with him tonight and planned on bringing him back to your place, her only response was, ‘Is two hours enough?’

His laugh reverberated against your mouth and chest. “Alright well—next time we’ll go to my place. We can keep making up for lost time and you can be as loud as you want.”

“Oh my god, Joooon,” you all but moaned and bit your lower lip in anticipation.

He hummed. “Keep saying my name…exactly like that.”

You’ve reached the end! Thank you so much for reading!

If you loved it, please comment, reblog, or send me feedback! 📩. I love hearing from readers! If you didn’t like it so much, I would still like to hear about it. Help me become a better writer! 💜

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blueempty · 8 months

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Bad news besties, the unbearable headaches I've been having throughout my poisoning situation went away when I drank caffine 😳

Listen. I know this is positive time, and I do not want to take away from positive time I will be positive I promise okay, but this week has been rough and today sucked really bad lol

I ended up going to work for a bit even though I dont feel fully recovered and I really wish I hadn't. Today kinda just turned into this confluence of negativity. I feel very disoriented as a result of sleeping for 4 days and driving makes me feel further from my fellow man than I already do. I genuinely dont understand what goes on in peoples minds. Then the pita place I trusted to not harm me was closed cuz sunday, which I always forget because I'm Vulcan pilled and days dont hold special meaning for me

After that was like, a couple of random things that made me feel really overlooked and unaccomplished which isn't normal for me. I dont typically care too much what people think but I guess I was primed to be upset. The specifics aren't really worth going into but its just like, I see people do something and everyone go wow thats awesome, and then I'm like, bro I have been doing that and no one gives a fuck when I do it. Even within my irl friend groups and back in my family when I still talked to any of my family I always felt this very pronounced sense of no one gives a shit what you're excited about dude. I start talking about something I like and everyone stares at the floor or their phones silently till I stop. But that doesn't happen when other people talk about things. I do not feel kinship with other humans, I feel very different and lost and confused and hungry and also incompatible with society

Its like in TNG when Data gives a time estimate and he only gives like days and hours or something and then stops, and everyone is confused. Riker goes no minutes seconds or milliseconds Mr. Data? And he turns around and goes "I have noticed a certain... annoyance with my level of specificity at times"

And in the same way, over time Ive just learned to talk less. Which isnt entirely bad cuz William Shakesman said brevity is the soul of wit I guess. I've also been noticing that when I'm alone I dont really emote much. Like I need other peoples vibes to mimic. Teacher give me the Autism test I swear I'll pass!!!!!!

ANYWAY negativity aside, I am still improving health wise. I'm spending more time sitting by the back door looking outside rather than being on my phone cuz text has been making me dizzy, and outside is nice right now. And once I got home from work I spent an hour-ish practicing the first world stages of Mario Wonder to get faster and remember 10 coin locations and that game makes me feel happy inside. That game is so perfect they literally thought of everything

Also my current Barony run is a Vampire Conjurer named Dracula Flow and thats going insanely well. Not gonna overexplain but one thing is that Vampires are weak to water and I found boots of water walking very early. I just need to stock up on blood and I'll be movin different

Live Long and Prosper

#skyposting #thoughtposting #night sky #negativity #tw vent #vent #vent post

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portaltothevoid · 2 years

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Foolin’ (13//20) eddie munson x ofc

Summary: Happy Halloween! Kat and Eddie go the party. Kat gets very drunk. She’s spunky, she dances, and... you just have to read it to find out what else.

Word count: 4.6k (it’s long, it’s worth it, and you’re welcome)

Warnings: drinking, smoking, throwing up, bit of angst, bit of flirting, bit of spice, the slow burn is burning down the house, i don’t have time to edit and put in the italics i am just too excited to get this out to you guys

Taglist: @munchabunch @madaboutmunson @morphie316sims @michele131 @riffcrusader

Music poured out of the house and flooded the neighborhood. People in all kinds of different costumes filled almost every space in and around the party. “We gotta find Robin,” Kat said just before they stepped through the front door. No sooner did they set foot in the house, did heads start turning to look at them. Conversations stopped mid-sentence and topics switched to be about the newest arrivals. Were they together? What was Kat even wearing? What was she supposed to be? And why did she look so good? Some of the more popular girls rolled their eyes, the guys just stared wide-eyed.

Kat wandered around the first floor of the house trying to locate Robin or at least try to spot Steve’s signature locks through the crowd. Finally they found them outside playing beer pong again. Robin noticed everyone else’s stares being directed a certain way before she finally saw Kat. “Kat! Hey! You made it…with Eddie! Hi!” Robin greeted them when they arrived at the table.

“Hey! Sorry, took us a bit to find you. I love the Bowie costume,” Kat gushed. Robin spun around, showing it off.

“Thanks! I love your… oh my god.” She said when she fully took in Kat’s costume.

“Is it too much? I feel like it’s too much. I mean, I love this outfit, but I don’t think there isn’t a single person that hasn’t stared at us.”

“Are you crazy? They’re staring because of how ho– how…” Robin started, her eyes growing wide as she looked over to Steve to save her.

“Because of how hot you are, Kat.” Steve chimed in nonchalantly. Kat was standing close enough to Eddie that she felt him tense up at the compliment.

“Mission accomplished then.” Kat said with a smirk. “Okay so can we jump in here or do we gotta wait til the next game?” She asked, nodding at the table.

“Perfect timing, just gotta reset,” Steve said.

They played long enough for Kat to get a buzz from the beer she had, but was quickly growing bored due to the fact her and Eddie were winning. He was quiet for the most part, staying back just to observe. Steve calling Kat hot actually got on his nerves enough that he had to control himself from constantly giving him an attitude. Luckily, he played it off well, keeping up with the group's banter. It was more like a lingering feeling in the back of his mind.

“I’m gonna go get us some real drinks,” Eddie said once the game was over.

“Okay, we’ll be out here so you can find us.” Kat said, smiling at him. He went into the house, disappearing into the sea of people that filled the large living room. As soon as he was inside, Kat turned to Robin. “Okay, I think you’re right.”

“About…?”

“About, you know…” Kat said as she nodded towards the house, referring to Eddie. She ended up recounting the events that happened in the car on the way to the party.

“Wow, it only took you a few days to catch up to the rest of the class!” Robin teased.

“Robin, what do I do?!” Kat said, clearly showing how flustered she was by the whole situation.

“What do you mean? You guys are perfect for each other. If he’s being obvious enough that even you are catching on now…”

“No, but, I can’t. This won’t… We’re friends. We need to stay friends.” Robin just gave Kat a look. “It’s true! It’s better that way. Ugh! You know what, I’m not dealing with this tonight.” She huffed as she grabbed a random solo cup filled with beer off the pong table and just downed it.

Robin raised her eyebrows at Kat. “Because that is definitely one way the truth won’t come out,” she mumbled.

“So, Kat, what are you supposed to be anyway?” Steve asked her.

“Uh… a cultist? I just wanted to give the people a little scare,” Kat giggled.

“Definitely spooky.” Steve nodded in agreement. Robin’s eyes lit up and she nudged Steve. “Ow! What?”

“Cynthia! One o’clock!” Robin pointed out.

Steve ran his hand through his hair. “Sorry ladies, but duty calls,” he said, bowing out of their little group.

“Are you guys, like, each other’s wingperson or something?” Kat asked.

“Yeah, I guess you could say that.” Robin chuckled lightly, taking a sip of her drink.

“Maybe Vickie is here somewhere…” Kat whispered loud enough for just Robin to hear as she strained her neck looking around. Robin almost choked on her drink. “Sorry, sometimes I can just tell. I’ve seen her sneaking glances at you, it’s totally cute. And like, don’t worry, I won’t tell a soul. I’ve done some crazy shit at parties back home too, so like, I get it.”

“I… uh, wow. Okay. That’s actually a relief you already know. Wait, no. There’s no way Vickie even notices me. Are you crazy?”

“Now who’s the one that has to catch up with the rest of the class?” Kat smirked.

“No. Nope. There’s no way. She doesn’t even notice me outside of band.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure of that!” Kat said in a sing-songy voice. Now it was Robin’s turn to down the rest of her drink and grab another of whatever was in reach. Kat was shaking her head as Eddie weaved his way back by her side.

“Took forever to find that,” he said as he handed her her ice-filled drink, which Kat sniffed to figure out what it was and it quickly brought a smile to her face.

“You remembered!” She said excitedly as she took a sip of the whiskey Eddie brought her.

“Of course I did,” Eddie said, shrugging in a self-assured manner.

Robin raised her eyebrows again and casted a look at Kat. “Shut up, Robin,” she mumbled into her drink in response as she took another big gulp of it.

“She didn’t say anything?” Eddie asked, confused.

“Well that was a bust.” Steve said as he rejoined the group.

“You’re back already? Oof.” Robin said, Steve shot her a look.

“I’ll have you know everything was going very well. Until her boyfriend showed up.” He said flatly, rolling his eyes before taking a large sip of the drink in his hand.

“Weren’t you supposed to be, like, some hotshot here or something?” Kat asked. Eddie and Robin both stifled their laughter.

“I still am a hotshot, Kat. Thank you very much. It’s not my fault that the ladies are being hard to get.”

“Oh yeah, sure, Steve, blame the ladies.” Kat mocked and then bursted out laughing, taking another sip of her whiskey.

“How did you not know Cynthia had a boyfriend?” Eddie chimed in. Steve and Robin looked at him, surprised he even knew who they were talking about.

“Well, some of us actually graduated on time, Munson,” Steve shot back. Eddie just flipped him off.

“And don’t some of us move on from high school once they graduate, Harrington? Hmm?” Kat retorted, squinting her eyes at Steve. Eddie covered his mouth with his fist as a poor attempt to hide his laughter.

“She got you good, Harrington.” Robin laughed. Steve just sputtered nonsense as he tried to come up with a comeback, but couldn’t.

“Alright,” Kat began, throwing back the rest of her whiskey, “it’s time to dance.” She grabbed Eddie’s hand and made her way into the house. “Come on guys, you know you wanna!” She called behind her to Robin and Steve. They looked at each other and shrugged and followed them inside.

Kat didn’t even register what song was playing, she just immersed herself in the sea of costumed bodies with Eddie by her side. She danced and laughed, forgetting about her past and her worries. It took some convincing and another drink to get Eddie to really loosen up, but Kat’s drunken happiness was infectious. He couldn’t help but join her. Even Robin and Steve went right along with her, just letting loose and enjoying some carefree moments.

Some time later, she did need to take a small break. She yelled over the music to her friends that she was going to get another drink. Grabbing Eddie by the hand again, she dragged him with her. All the drinks were strewn about the kitchen. Empty bottles, half full bottles, knocked over cups, all littered the counter space.

“Kat, you really should have some water before you have anything else,” warned Eddie, which caused Kat to pout.

“Aww, daddy, you’re no fun.” She tried to keep pouting, but ended up in a fit of giggles.

“Excuse you?” Eddie asked in a high pitched voice with his eyebrows raised as high as they would go, truly stunned by her comment.

“You heard me.” She laughed again, leaning into him, covering her face.

“Yeah, I’m getting you water.” He said as he searched for a clean solo cup. When he did, he filled it up with water from the tap. “Please, just humor me, and drink this.” Kat shrugged and did as she was told.

“Okay, but, I’m having one more drink after this.”

“Whatever, just drink that. All of it.” She gave him a salute and downed the water in a couple gulps, turning it upside down when she was done.

“See? All gone.” After she gave him a shit-eating grin and gave him back the cup. She then found a shot glass and washed it in the sink. Eddie just laughed at her sudden responsibleness. “Now you’re being responsible?” He commented.

“What! I don’t know where this has been.” She defended. Once she was done, she combed through all the bottles that still had something in them. Nestled next to the fridge was a little tequila station. Her eyes lit up and she made a beeline over to it. Before Eddie could even register what she was getting up to, her hand was salted and the shot poured. He only realized after she had it knocked back and went to bite the lime what she had gotten into.

“You do not mess around do you? Okay, okay. I think you’re good for now. How about another glass of water? Yeah?” He said as he got her a refill. Luckily, the one shot had satisfied her and she happily drank the water. It wasn’t until she heard the opening drum beat to “Take On Me” by A-Ha did her eyes become as wide as a kid’s first glimpse of their Christmas presents.

“Come on! Don’t even tell me you don’t love this song!” She grabbed Eddie by the wrist this time, pulling him onto the dance floor. She sang the words right to him as loud as she could and danced her little heart out, but after the first chorus, she broke away from him and climbed up on a table nearby. She was whooping and hyping everyone up before she started belting out the lyrics. When she sang “You’re all the things I’ve got to remember, You’re shying away, I’ll be coming for you anyway,” she sang it directly to Eddie, giving him a wink before she continued her impromptu performance.

When the song ended, Eddie helped her down. It was miraculous she didn’t fall, given how high her heels were. People around her cheered, celebrating the fun show.

“Kat, are you serious?! You can sing! That was wild!” Robin declared running up to Kat.

“Thank you, thank you!” Shortly after, Kat excused herself to go to the bathroom. Eddie let her go, keeping a watchful eye at a safe distance in the off chance she heard someone gossiping about her and decided to let them have it. She made it to the bathroom alright, but on the way back to her friends, things went a little differently when she did indeed catch two girls talking about her.

“Oh my god, look at her. She clearly just wants attention.” Some basketball player’s girlfriend was saying.

“Right? I mean her outfit is just asking for it. She looks like a total slut. Trying to show off. And for what?”

“Seriously, like, I get it’s Halloween, but who does she think she even is?”

“And she’s with that freak, Munson! Is that who she’s trying to impress? Like, ew!”

Kat, feeling bold as ever, slid herself right between the two girls and looked at her nails. “I don’t know, I thought I looked amazing in this outfit, which you two probably couldn’t pull off, like, ever.” The girls exchanged scared looks with each other. “What? Don’t stop talking on my account just because I’m here. I would love to hear more. Do you think my dancing was a little too much? I tried to tone it down so I could sing, but I just couldn’t help myself!” Kat paused looking at them expectantly, waiting for a response. “Aw, what’s wrong ladies? Cat’s got your tongues?” She sarcastically pouted as she grabbed both girls by their shoulders. Her clever pun was inspired by her thinking she had literally been pinching their tongues down. She imagined the grip she had on their shoulders to be like the grip she could have had on their tongues to get them to shut up. The girls started to whimper as if that was actually happening to them, but anyone who saw them would think it was because of Kat’s grip. “Maybe next time, you should check who’s around before you start talking shit, yeah? And for the record, I am simply having fun and Eddie is like, my best friend, so keep his name out of your mouths.” Her grip tightened even harder with her last sentence. It wasn’t until she heard her name did she lose her focus. She noticed Eddie coming towards her and her gaze softened. She released the girls with a shove and went right to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and spinning him around so she was facing the girls, staring them down.

Eddie held Kat by her waist, slightly taken aback at her sudden outburst of continued affection. Not that he was complaining, he just knew she needed to get home soon. “Hey, you wanna get outta here? Nothing is going to top a Kat Ramsay performance, so as far as I’m concerned this party is over.” He said, whispering into her ear. She let go of him, her hand sliding down his arm, as she grabbed his hand yet again. Every time she did that, it sent shockwaves through Eddie and he did his best not to let that show outwardly. “Okay, let me just say bye to Robin!” She dragged Eddie behind her, finding Robin so they could let her know they were leaving. Soon enough, they were nearing her car, Kat never letting go of Eddie’s hand.

Kat’s displays of affection were actually surprising to him. He knew something would happen between them eventually, but seeing Kat completely let go of any and all inhibitions made him realize just how much she kept inside. Immediately when he first saw her and her attitude he could tell that she had been through some shit. There’s nothing he wouldn’t do for her. The closer they became, the more attached he got.

Eddie was someone who could easily take care of himself in any given situation. He usually was smart when it came to picking his battles, but the way Kat time and time again went to his immediate defense when someone said his name with even the slightest negative tone, warmed his heart more than anything ever had before. If she was the reason he was fated to repeat years and years of high school, he would do it over and over and over again if it meant having her by his side.

As they got closer to Kat’s car, the terrain made her a little wobbly. Not wanting her to break an ankle, Eddie dropped her hand and put his arm around her waist to steady her, guiding her to the passenger side of her car. He went to open the door for her, but she slithered in front him and leaned against her car, blocking the door. She reached for the belt loops on his breeches and pulled him close to her. Adoration filled her eyes as she gazed into his. She reached up to brush some curls that had fallen out of place. “You look so pretty in the moonlight,” she whispered. The moon having been full just a few days prior was still bright enough to illuminate his features. Kat, still having her hand up, moved it to gently stroke his cheek with the back of fingers.

Suddenly, for the second time that night, she lurched forward to wrap her arms around his neck, hugging him tight. Her movement caused Eddie to take a slight step back, but he instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist, steadying the both of them. “You’re, like, my best friend. Like, I’ve never had a friend like you and…and it’s… Please just don’t leave me. I don’t think… I couldn’t handle–” She continued to whisper in his ear while her eyes welled up with tears.

Eddie pushed her back just so that he could look at her. “Hey, hey. Don’t cry.” He consoled as he wiped a tear from her cheek with his thumb. “I’m not going to leave you. I would never leave you.”

“But everyone does. Everyone always does.” Kat bit her lip to keep it from quivering. Eddie cupped her face in his hands.

“Well, I am not everyone, sweetheart. I, Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson, solemnly swear to never abandon you. You have my word.” He said, leaning his forehead onto hers. She smiled but then lightly pushed his shoulder back.

“Don’t call yourself a freak. I don’t like that. You’re a nerd. Not a freak.” She said sternly. Eddie playfully rolled his eyes.

“Fine then. I, Eddie ‘The Nerd’ Munson, solemnly swear to never abandon you. Better?”

“Mhm. Much better,” giggled Kat.

“Gross! Get a room you Satanic freaks!” Some jock in a toga yelled to them as he and his group of friends were walking to their cars. Kat squinted her eyes to see who it was over Eddie’s shoulder and saw they had the two girls that she confronted earlier in tow.

“Kat, just leave it alone, let’s get you home now.” Eddie said purposefully trying to move her away from the door handle.

Her breathing picked up and she felt this tingling rage slowly build up inside her. She just waved her hand as if trying to knock the guy over. In her head she was imagining slamming him in the side with a wall of energy. And just like that, he toppled over into the bushes. “What the–!” She heard him yell. All his other friends were making fun of him for being too drunk. While one guy offered a hand to help him up, he stared at Kat horrified. She returned his stare by glaring at him menacingly. “Yeah, I’m over this. Let’s get out of here.”

Eddie helped her into the car, his heart singing as she somehow managed to defend him yet again. He was never really sure how whenever she was around, something always happened to those that tried to mess with either of them. Shaking his head, he ignored the insane thought that popped into his mind. It was probably just a coincidence. Meanwhile, as Kat sat in the car waiting for Eddie to get in, she wiped her nose on her cloak. Blood. It had been years since this had regularly happened to Kat and ever since coming to Hawkins it had been happening more and more again. She shrugged it off, still too drunk to care. She shuffled through her tapes again. “Ah ha!” She said when she found the one she was looking for. “This is the Halloween feel I want.” Happily she began bobbing her head to the opening chords of “Evil” by Mercyful Fate. Eddie smiled and chuckled to himself, always taken by surprise how alike him and Kat were.

Towards the end of the drive, Eddie took a chance by asking Kat a serious question. He figured she was more likely not to dodge it in her current state. “Why do you always defend me around the jocks?”

“Because they’re assholes and you don’t deserve to be treated like that.” She matter of factly stated through slurred speech. “Stop trying to be the big tough boy that doesn’t let anything bother him. I know it does!” She clumsily raised her finger, pointing at Eddie.

“You don’t gotta go fighting my battles, you know. I’ve dealt with this for…pretty much my whole life. Part of the territory.”

“Well. I don’t let people treat my friends like shit. Deal with it.” Kat huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Sometimes it’s not worth it to do that every single time.” This caused Kat to squint her eyes and slowly turn her head to look at him.

“Don’t. Care. Deal with it.”

“Kat, I know how they are. I’m telling you–” He knew this conversation should have been tabled for later, but he couldn’t help himself from trying to explain it to her.

“And I’m telling you, I can’t control myself when I get pissed off. If it’s bad enough, I just. Weird shit happens and I can’t control it. So, you’re just gonna have to deal.”

Luckily before things escalated anything further, Eddie parked the car in Kat’s driveway. She carefully made her way into her house, plopping on the seat in her foyer to take off her boots.

“Okay, so, welcome to my humble abode.” Kat said, presenting the first floor to Eddie.

“I see what you mean about it not having much character.”

“Right?! I told you. So generic.” Kat made her way up the stairs. “You just gonna stand there? This is the grand tour.” When she turned to start up the stairs again she tripped, but quickly caught herself. “Oop, careful, there’s a step there,” she giggled as she continued on her way to her room, Eddie quickly catching up to her.

“How do you make it a whole night in those boots and you trip barefoot up your own stairs?” He asked her, laughing. She just shrugged and continued giggling.

“That’s the bathroom,” she pointed to her left. “This is my room.” She turned to the right and opened her door, flipping on the lights. Of course, Eddie went straight to her guitar. Kat threw her shoes near her closet and took off her cloak. “You can stay awhile. My aunt won’t be back til, like, I dunno, late?” Kat said as she left briefly to use the bathroom. Eddie poked around her room, taking his time to go through her extensive record collection while he waited for her to come back.

When she returned, she went to the middle drawer in her desk and fished out a pack of Marlboros and a lighter. She stumbled over to her window, opening it, and lighting her cigarette. Kat was staring at the moon while Eddie went and put Dio’s Sacred Heart album on. Striding over to her, he held out his hand and said “Care to share?” Tearing her gaze from the window, she flapped her hand around to get the pack of smokes off her desk to hand it to him with a dopey smile across her face. He lit up his own cigarette, leaning against Kat’s desk next to where she sat on top of it, swinging her legs.

Eddie looked down at her, a half smile on his face as he just watched her sway her head to the music. It took half a song before she looked up at him. “What?” She laughed.

“Nothin’.” He smiled before he took another drag. Kat put hers out in an abalone shell ashtray.

“You can say it’s ‘cause I’m pretty.”

Taking a final drag and putting out his cigarette, he shook his head and laughed at her. “Pretty doesn’t even begin to cover it, princess.”

She hopped off the desk, Eddie quickly grabbed her arm to steady her. Twirling to face him, she crossed her arms on his chest and rested her chin on them, looking up at him. “Then what does?” She asked, batting her eyelashes. Before he could even respond, the tattoo on his chest caught her eye instantly distracting her. She pulled his shirt to the side and analyzed it, revealing there were actually two there. Lightly, she traced them with her fingers. Eddie had hoped she couldn’t feel his heart rate steadily increasing. “I like these,” she smiled as she moved to trace the one that looked like some kind of demon. “Why a black widow?”

“Recurring dream.” He whispered.

Kat’s eyes lit up in surprise. “Like me! Remember when I told you about..?” She said with a look of excited shock still on her face as she pointed to her left forearm.

“I remember,” he chortled.

Kat left her hand on his chest, bringing her gaze up to his eyes. Her other hand began to play with his hair, twirling one his curls around her finger. “Do you think…Do you think we’re just gonna stay friends?” He looked at her quizzically. “Like, just friends,” she slurred. She relaxed her hand and his curl fell across his face. “Because I don’t…” Reaching up to brush the hair out of his face while staring at his lips, she continued, “I don’t think… I dunno how much longer…” Her hand stroked his face before she held his neck. “I can pretend that I don’t…” She cut herself off by pulling him down towards her. In the state she was in, her kiss was sloppy, not that Eddie cared in the slightest. He reached up to hold her face as the kiss deepened. The electricity between them could have caught the room on fire.

Eddie thought he knew Kat well enough, that come tomorrow morning, she would deny what she had just said. He knew she really wasn’t ready to face the feelings she had for him. Not wanting her to regret anything, it took all his strength to break from the kiss and gently push her away. “Kat, we can’t… Not this way,” he whispered breathlessly. She looked confused and almost angry that he was the one who stopped the kiss. “But I thought–” She started but then her face fell. “Uh oh.” She said as she turned around and made a run for the bathroom, the night had finally caught up with her.

She bent over the toilet, emptying all the contents from her stomach. Eddie followed right behind her. He held her hair in one hand and rubbed her back with the other. When Kat was finished, she flushed the toilet and leaned back against the tub. “Shit,” she groaned. Eddie helped her clean herself up, before making sure she got into her bed. As soon as her head hit the pillow, she was out.

He caressed her head, muttering “Sweet dreams, princess,” before he saw himself out. All the while he was wondering just how much Kat would remember from tonight. If he was being honest with himself, he wasn’t entirely sure if he wanted her to remember everything, debating if it was best if she didn’t. He feared she would be filled with regret and remorse at her drunken antics. During his drive home he planned out scenarios of what he would say to make sure they stayed friends, in case she did end up feeling that way. He sighed as he entered his trailer. The wait until he could talk to her again already felt excruciating, but only time will tell how the ever unpredictable Kat Ramsay would feel.

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laments-of-a-fool · 17 days

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New Shoes Carry me Away From Myself

After I climbed out of the abyss last night, I decided to try living again.

I logged onto Facebook and remembered I was interested in attending a concert at UngK tonight. It starts at 7 PM and would last until 9:30 PM.

I also remembered that Musikhuset is hosting many Bachelor’s and Master’s performances at this time of year, and I was lucky to find a couple scheduled for the afternoon.

I was supposed to clean the common room tonight, but I didn’t care; I wanted to have some fun.

I also decided to take the trash out, so I grabbed the canvas from in front of your door and packed it with me.

The exam had gone better than expected, with that 02 securely in my back pocket.

With today’s activities ahead of me, I walked to Rådhusparken.

On the way, I saw many clothes racks and boxes of stuff on the side of the road. I bought some books and a board game, which gave me the confidence to throw away the canvas. Someone might pick it up.

I found the perfect place, left it there, and let go of you, Mil, and of him.

The first concert wouldn’t start for an hour, so I decided to roam around.

I found a poster about mental health and thought I might visit them in the future. For now, I had made my peace and found a way to move forward, but who knows what might happen next.

I also discovered another free concert, but it clashed with my exam preparations. I wanted to do one okay thing this month.

The concert began in the Lille Sal, the same place where we saw “FROM NO BUSINESS TO SHOW BUSINESS!”. I am very sorry for my behavior that day.

Three people presented their compositions in front of their teachers and families. I was probably the only stranger there during the first performance, with about 20 people in attendance.

The emotional music and the story resonated with my recent experiences.

The strained, overbearing relationships, the sharp words exchanged, and the bad decisions made all mirrored my feelings from the past weeks. But in the end, they saw the light of a new dawn and chose each other despite the ugliness and beauty.

They were in love.

Jeg ser dig.

The second performance was chaotic and disorganized, almost a cacophony.

Seven people played different instruments, and one person sang. The sax girl from Lithuania, who had played with Frequens, was there too.

Despite the initial missed cues and the composer’s many directions, they found their rhythm and performed well. One line struck me deeply:

New shoes carry me away from myself.

The third group was loud, making it hard to understand the lyrics, which were in Danish.

The volume hurt my ears. But my ears wire fried anyway.

A dancer performed and acted out the emotions behind the songs, and the backing choir was amazing.

In the end, they sang the first song again without instruments, and everyone joined in, even the dancer.

Ser du mig helt?

Now that you did, you decided never to see such a monstrous sight again and left.

It was still early for the UngK concert, so I visited Vestre Kirkegård.

I hate death and fear it, perhaps because deep down, I wouldn’t be that upset to stop existing.

I mean, what or whom do I really have to live for.

I abandoned my family, and my friends from back home. I divided my friends from university from my personal life.

I drove everyone away in the dorm with my insanity. It’s a heavy feeling that's holding me in my room all day.

I said hello to Annah and she ignored me like you, then it’s Andra, Gazela, and Lan. Andra’s busy studying and working now, and soon she’ll move away with Gazela… And I still have to meet up with Lan to be more comfortable to be around him and be sociable.

I am scared and maybe I’ve been scoping out a nice location.

I started drinking beer in the cemetery.

Harriet is serving cunt even in death. I wish I could do that as well.

When I got to UngK, I realized that maybe I had made a mistake.

The place was a church.

I should have researched it better.

I was apprehensive to go in. I kept playing back what that woman said. I even went by the place where they hold their sermons today, just to see where it is, where such a thing happens.

It's just a normal building, no one from outside would guess the disturbing things taught inside…

Despite my reservations, the place seemed nice. There was a rainbow mural outside and a list of inclusive church activities, including free yoga classes that Gazela wanted to go to and Dungeon and Dragons nights. I don't know the logistics of that, but I calmed myself, it put me at ease, so I stepped in.

It was a good decision. The choir sang their hearts out to their families and friends. I felt what a community must feel like, especially when everyone began singing with the choir from the Danish songbook.

I felt jealous, alone, and foreign, but I didn’t care.

I didn’t want to be lonely anymore.

It was a special moment.

I walked home because I didn't want to be there.

Home?

Is this word even correct now?

I always thought home was where I, my stuff, and the people I could be myself with were.

I have no home now.

I gave Mil a choice: if he didn’t want to see me, he should finish cleaning before 11 PM.

After last night and today, I wouldn’t mind ignoring him. I could do that. I can ignore something standing right in front of me. I can be civil.

When I arrived, the kitchen was a mess and remained so until 3:15 AM when I returned to my room. I cleaned some of the dishes to help, but I guess it’s your choice to never see me again.

#june #thoughts

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destineeallison · 6 months

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Dream from 1/6/2024

I do not recall the events prior to this moment in my dream, but I know the location and setting very well as it's a recurring dream location for me.

It's partially a mall and partially an adventure park. There are rides in the mall, some water rides, and 2 roller coasters. One of the roller coasters shoots you past the harkins theater sign outside and feels like you're going a million miles an hour. The water rides have an eeriness to them. They give you the same uneasy vibe the small world ride gives you at Disneyland, or the backroom videos on youtube.

Outside, on one half of the mall there is a vast parking lot. When you walk out of the other side it's a dirt road with fields on either side. On the left hand side is a fenced in field with bright football lights and farming equipment. On the right is just grass and more dirt. The dirt road is long and at the end of it is another dirt road, you can either go left or right, but other than this road snd the mall when it gets dark outside you can't see anything except the mountains for miles.

I'm telling my sister about this guy I used to love on our way through the parking lot of this mall. It feels like the first time I've been back home in a long time and I am so excited to see everyone.

We walk into a few different stores but dont buy anything. At one point I send a text to this guy saying how much I missed him and wanted to hang out and see him.

Time is flying by, and in a matter of a few dreamy moments, we'd magically been at the mall for hours. So, my sister and I decided we'd better finish walking the mall. We are singing something loudly as we walk out of a department store.

This man with 2 friends says hello to her and tells her she's beautiful. I take a quick glance and notice we've somehow become a line of 5 people walking through the mall, myself on the right of my sister, and everyone else on my left. She seemed okay talking to this man while we walked, so I just stayed looking at the ground playing a game with myself trying to get 2 steps in per large tile, 1 step per small. Step on a crack break your mother back is one of those ryhmes that i'll remember till I die.

I get bumped by someone on my right. I look up to my right, and there he is, the guy I was telling my sister about and had sent a text to. He'd been one of the other two people with this man my sister was talking to, I just didn't notice him at first. We stopped walking.

He gives me a giant hug as I tell him I'd just text him, how excited I was to see him, and that I'd really wanted to hang out with him while I was in town. His arms were still around me, and he replied, "I really want to hang out with you too!" He lets go so the 5 of us keep walking and talking.

We get to the food court area in the middle of the mall where people eat and children play. There are still mass amounts of people, but everything is starting to close, so they're all heading back towards the parking lot.

I notice this group of people coming toward us. As they're walking towards us, I notice the gates to the food court stalls all come down at once, and suddenly, I am face to face with this blonde girl. She asks me if we want to go out to the fields with them since the mall will be completely closed soon.

I am unsure if I want to go, but my sister and the guy convince me we should.

Something feels wrong, but we make our way to the other end of the mall. It's very dark outside as we head toward the field. In my peripheral vision i see the light in the field is shining down on the farming equipment, but just as I glance over, the lights in the fields go out, and now there is almost complete darkness, with the only light coming from the moon.

I realize then that I am alone. My sister, the blonde, the guys we were with... everyone is gone. I walk towards the fields but grow scared as I don't see or hear anyone. I start running down the dirt road instead and make it to the end. My choice is to go left or right. The left is more darkness, the right is several more dirt roads.

I hear a faint scream from behind me in the fields and wake up.

I never told him I loved him.

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Mother may I

What if the volleyball boys were at training camp but here’s the twist they were in a game of mother may I no one knows who this mother person is they can just hear a womans voice anwsering they don't ask mother's permission they die so it is a very deadly game they found themselves in Sho is a girl and a miya and is with Konoha and ennoshita Like all my stories i hope this makes sense

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It was a normal training camp right nothing weird or at of the ordinary apart from the normal Chaos from the Chaotic friend group And that would be true if A mysterious woman's voice Didn't come in through speakers announcing A game called mother may I Who was this woman oh I know she just announced herself as mother

Mother went through the rules

RULES TO PLAY MOTHER MAY I

YOU MUST ASK MOTHER PERMISSION TO DO SOMETHING BY SAYING MOTHER MAY I FOR EXAMPLE SAY MOTHER MAY I HAVE A DRINK MOTHER COULD SAY YOU MAY OR MAY NOT

PLAYERS THAT DON'T ASK MOTHER'S PERMISSION DIES SIMPLE AS THAT

IF THERE IS VERY FEW PLAYERS LEFT AND YOU HAVE PLAYED FOR LONG ENOUGH AND OBEYED MOTHER YOU CAN ASK MOTHER MAY I STOP PLAYING MOTHER MAY I FOR MOTHER TO SAY YES OR NO IF SHE SAYS YES THAT MAY PUT A TARGET ON YOUR BACK WITH OTHER PLAYERS

Did mother make herself clear with the rules

everyone:yes mother

Mother: oh before I forget because mother was accused of being unfair and rigging the game in the past mother will let you go about your day as you planned after all it is a volleyball camp

Kiyoko: mother may I and the other managers go and stsrt making lunch

Mother: you may

While the girls go to kitchen to work on lunch the others carry on with practice

Father-sama of Karasuno Hinata: Mother may I play with the goalkeepers?

Mother: You may not.

Hinata: (disappointed) Okay...

Meanwhile, at the kitchen, the girls were preparing lunch when they realized something strange. Whenever they asked Mother for permission, they would receive a response, but they couldn't see anyone or even locate where the voice was coming from.

Kiyoko: Mother may I add some spices to the soup?

Mother: You may add spices.

As they continued cooking, the tension started to grow. They couldn't help but wonder why they were involved in this deadly game of Mother May I. And more importantly, who was this Mother?

Back at the field, the boys were becoming increasingly cautious. They didn't want to risk their lives by not asking for Mother's permission. And as they continued playing, each time they asked, they got closer to discovering the truth.

Miya: Mother may I perform a quick attack?

Mother: You may not.

The boys were getting frustrated. The game was hindering their training, and they wanted to find a way out of it. They knew they had to follow the rules, but they couldn't help but feel trapped.

Ennoshita: Mother may I switch positions with Konoha?

Mother: You may not.

The group started to discuss different strategies. If they played long enough, they could ask Mother May I to stop the game. But they didn't know if they could trust Mother's response. They wondered if it was a trap, or if she would actually let them go.

Sho: Mother may I leave the camp?

Mother: You may not.

The group felt a chill run down their spines. It seemed like Mother had complete control over them, and they were at her mercy. They knew they had to be smart and find a way to outwit her.

As the day went on, tensions continued to rise. Some players even started to accuse each other of secretly working with Mother. Paranoia filled the air, making it hard for anyone to trust each other.

Father-sama of Karasuno Sawamura: Mother, may I ask you a personal question?

Mother: You may.

Sawamura gathered everyone and asked Mother a question that was on all of their minds. He wanted to know who she really was and why she was doing this to them.

Mother: I am the manifestation of your own fears and doubts. You are your own worst enemy. This game is a test of your trust in each other and yourselves.

The revelation startled the group. They realized that Mother wasn't a real person, but rather a reflection of their own insecurities. Suddenly, the game took on a new meaning.

They started working together, putting their trust in each other to survive the game. They made smarter decisions, asking strategic questions, and relying on their instincts. And slowly, their numbers started to dwindle, but not because of death, but because some players were able to ask Mother May I stop playing.

Finally, only a few players remained, including Sho, Miya, Konoha, and Ennoshita. They knew they couldn't play forever, and they decided to take a risk. They gathered their courage and asked Mother May I stop playing.

Mother: You may.

The game was finally over. They survived the deadly game of Mother May I. But they also learned a valuable lesson about trust, teamwork, and the power of their own minds.

As they exited the camp, they all felt a sense of relief, knowing they had overcome a great challenge together. They were no longer just volleyball players; they were a family, ready to face any obstacle that came their way.

And as for Mother, her voice faded away, leaving them with a lasting memory of the game that had challenged them and taught them to believe in themselves. Though they may never know who or what she truly was, they would always remember the lessons learned at that training camp.

And so, the volleyball boys continued on their journey, ready to face any challenges that came their way, both on and off the court. Little did they know that this experience would only make them stronger, bringing them closer together as a team.

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Hi again! Alright I'm a sucker for the au where they have the first words the other is going to say to them tattooed somewhere I think it's mostly on the wrist or the one where they have a matching tattoo so if you could write one with either of those that would be awesome <3

Inked Destinies

Pairing: Steve Harrington x soulmate!Reader

Synopsis: (6.7k wc) Y/n doesn't think she'll ever find her soulmate. But what she does have, is a new friend - Steve Harrington.

Warnings: post S2 through S3 fluff, soulmate AU!, Russian torture scene

masterlist || steve harrington taglist

Hey! I went with the matching tattoo one, hope you like it! Also to note: an asterium is an observed pattern of grouped stars. It’s a little different than a constellation which is an official group of stars so…it’s relevant to the story I promise.

The last person in the world Y/n L/n expected to be friends with was Steve Harrington. But here she was meeting him for lunch.

With her headphones on, music blasting, she tried to think back to a time before they were friends - before he had decided to attach himself to her like a lost puppy. They had only really known each other for a few months but it felt like he had been there the whole time.

As she rounded a corner, almost at their meeting location, she spotted him. Well, not just him. Y/n straightened her back, her hands clenching as she watched Billy Hargrove and Tommy Hagan inching closer to her new friend.

She didn’t know much about their falling out but she knew it had to do with his ex-girlfriend and his sudden personality shift. King Steve was no more; the new kid Billy soon taking his place.

As she walked closer to them she could more clearly hear what they were saying.

“Come on, Harrington, don’t be a wimp,” Billy said, crossing his arms.

Tommy rested his forearm on Billy’s shoulder and said, “Yeah don’t be a pussy, Steve.”

She watched Steve scoffed, wanting to turn around and leave. As he went to do so, his back thudded against a row of lockers, leaving him trapped.

“Trying to run?”

“Come on, man,” Steve said, trying to push them away softly. “Just because I don’t run with you guys any more doesn’t mean you gotta be mean.”

Billy and Tommy burst out laughing, clutching their chests to steady themselves. “A wimp and emotional,” Billy teased. “Are you sure you’re not a girl? No wonder you haven’t found your soulmate.”

Y/n couldn’t take any more of their antics. With one deep breath, taking off her headset, she approached the group. Steve’s eyes softened when they saw her.

“Thought you were gonna ditch me Harrington,” she announced, holding out her hand. “You coming?”

He looked back and forth between her and the two bullies in front of him. A small grin forming on his face.

“Excuse me boys,” he said, taking her hand. “But the lady needs me.” With a wink, he let her pull him away from the huddle.

Both of them couldn’t stop laughing, hands still entwined and they walked through the halls to their usual lunch spot.

Once far enough of away she let go of his hand, missing the warmth it brought her. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he replied quickly. “I’ve endured worse than Hargrove’s petty games.”

“Good, cause I didn’t know how I was gonna me you feel better.”

“Just being you is enough.”

Y/n paused in front of the door to the theater with an upturned face. She knew what he meant. Just being in each others presence, no judgment or effort to be presentable. It was a comfortable space where they good just be themselves.

Pushing the door open, they were quick to find their way to the same spot they always went to. Right in the center of the stage. It was empty, like it usually was during this time of day. In fact, it was probably the only time there weren’t theater kids running around.

It was the perfect spot. Plenty of sitting room, lights still on illuminating the stage. Nothing but silence.

She had discovered it one day after class. Walking randomly into different rooms in an effort to discover more of her high school before graduation. There was no one in sight but a small figure on the stage, their back facing her. They turned at the slam of the auditorium doors.

It was Steve Harrington. Eating his lunch alone.

She knew who he was of course. Spending four school years together and more recently, assigned partners on a project for their government class.

At first, it seemed odd that he was alone. He was usually being followed by girls or his douchebag best friend. Sauntering through the halls like he owned them.

But that was before his fall from grace. Before Nancy Wheeler walked into school after Thanksgiving break holding hands with her soulmate, Jonathan Byers. Now, it wasn’t unusual to see Steve alone. To no longer be considered a king by their classmates.

He froze when he saw her and for a moment they just stared at each other. It was clear he was nervous, not knowing how she would react as he played with the edge of his food wrapper. But without any judgment, she climbed up on the stage next to him and began to eat her lunch.

They became fast friends after that.

Setting her bag down Y/n fished in her backpack for her food. She used to go off campus a lot more for lunches but ever since she became actual friends with Steve, she found herself staying most days.

“What’s on the menu for you today?” she asked him, pulling a turkey sandwich out.

“Uh just left over pizza,” he replied softly, unraveling the tinfoil-covered food.

“Left overs? What no steak? No sushi from some expensive place across town?”

It was half a joke but half being serious. She had been to one or two parties that happened to be at the Harrington house. To say it was fancy was an understatement.

Steve chuckled before taking a bite. “No uh, I didn’t have time to go grocery shopping this week so…” he held up his slice of pizza. “leftovers.”

Tilting her head, Y/n asked, “Grocery shopping? Why are you the one grocery shopping?”

He took another bite, choosing to speak with his mouth full. “My parents are out of town this month so, grocery shopping is up to me.”

“Huh…” she didn’t know what to say. Sorry your parents are absent? Does the house feel empty? She knew he hadn’t thrown a party in some time.

Thankfully he seemed unbothered, moving the conversation along. “So… I have a kind of weird question? I don’t know if you could call it that…”

“What is it?”

Readjusting his position, he angled himself toward her more. “Why do you hang out with me? I mean, why are we friends?”

“What do you mean?” She asked confused.

“That project we did in gov. is over. You don’t have to hang out with me anymore.”

She took a moment to take in what he was saying. “Did you really think I only hung out with you cause we were working in a project?”

He shrugged. “Everyone seems to be bullshit nowadays I just figured you wanted the assignment done faster-“

“-Steve,” she interrupted, willing him to look at her. She continued when his eyes fell on hers. “You’re a nice guy. Why wouldn’t I want to hang out with you?”

“I was a douche bag.”

She couldn’t help but chuckle slightly. “That was then. I don’t know what happened but, I like the new you.”

Steve look down at the pizza in his lap, his eyes squinting with delight. “Th- uh, thanks I like the new me too.” Smiling Y/n returned to her food as he continued. “So since we’re friends and all and I have the house to myself, would you maybe wanna hang out sometime? Outside of school.”

She looked back up at him, her heart warm. He seemed so flustered, fidgeting with his fingers. So nervous to make a new friend. It was unlike how she had ever seen him act before. Slowly she nodded.

“Yeah, that sounds like fun.”

“Cool, yeah, uh, cool,” he stuttered out. Trying, but failing, to focus back on his pizza.

How could this man not have found his soulmate yet? Someone who shared the same mark as him? Y/n wondered what his could be, who out there could be linked to him. But it wasn’t something people just showed each other every day. You had to build up trust with them, form a relationship so in touch with one another you could be that vulnerable. It was like opening a part of yourself to them, regardless if you ended up being a match or not.

She hoped he would find his soulmate one day. The same way she hoped to find someone with a matching asterium to the one etched onto her hip.

He was too kind to be alone.

Summer was right upon them and it was already too hot. The humid air somehow seeped through the closed window as it shined light into the room. Steve’s sheets were warm underneath Y/n as she laid next to him.

She pried her eyes off her book for a moment turning to look at has face. It was upside down, both of them lying on opposite sides of the bed as their faces met in the middle. He absentmindedly stared at the ceiling as he tossed a ball toward it.

“How do people know what they want to do with their lives right out of high school?” He asked, continuing to throw the ball.

Y/n turned back to her book, realizing she had been staring. “I don’t know. Some people just do I guess.”

“What am I even gonna do? I didn’t get into college, my parents are gonna cut me off any day now…I’m just stuck in this town.”

“You’re smart, I’m sure you’ll be fine,” she responded, turning a page of her book. It wasn’t until the thumping of his ball stopped that she knew he was looking at her.

“Do you even remember that gov project?” He asked, making her giggle. “I don’t know where you were but if I remember correctly, it involved a lot of me writing stuff down and you correcting my work.”

“There are other ways to be smart beside academics.”

Flipping over to his stomach, he asked. “How?”

“Well,” she began. Setting down her book, she then flipped over to match his posture. “You’re street smart. Always know where we are and never need a map.”

“Okay,” he said drawn out. He shuffled on the bed closer to her. “But a lot of people can do that.”

“You know how to read people too. That’s really rare. Some people never know what others are thinking.” She watched as his eyes roamed her face, flickering down to her mouth for just a second. Her breath hitched. “You are really good a perceiving what people want.”

“I am?” He asked, he face inching toward her.

Y/n felt herself entranced by him, her body wanting to move toward him. “Yeah, you are.”

Up close, she never realized how beautiful he was. His long eye lashes, the freckles that were splashed across his face. The way he stared at her like there was no one else in the world. She wanted to lean forward and kiss him, but the sound of thumping pulled her away.

From across the room, the door bursted open to reveal a young boy. He was wearing a hat and a t-shirt with a science pun on it that she didn’t understand. It was clear Steve knew who it was, sighing the second he spotted the boy.

“You don’t answer your front door,” the boy said. Groaning, Steve let his head drop. “I didn’t know you were with your soulmate okay!”

“She’s not my-“ stopping himself from arguing, he stood up and ushered the boy into the hallway. “How did you get inside?”

The boy shrugged, “You gave me a key.”

“Dustin!”

“What? You gave me a key am I not supposed to use it?”

“You know it’s only for code reds,” Steve tried to mutter under his breath but failed miserably.

Code red? What was a code red?

“Just go okay? Walkie first next time, okay?”

“But, Steve, I got into Camp-“

“-Uh uh uh. Walkie first!”

“Yes, mom.”

Y/n watched as Dustin ran down the hallway, followed by the sound of shoes thumping against the stair case. “You know I don’t like it when you little shits call me that!”

There was no answer, the door slamming in place of a response. Sighing, Steve laid back down on the bed, grabbing the ball and throwing it up in the air.

Moment over, Y/n guessed.

Lying back down, she picked up her book. “You have walkie talkies with a little boy?”

“Yes… and he’s not little. He’s like gonna be a high schooler next year.”

“Sounds little to me.”

“…yeah, I know. Sorry for the interruption I think he’s just excited about getting into Camp…nothing. Something like that.”

“Camp Know Where?” she corrected.

“Yeah that’s it.”

“He’ll have fun. I had my first kiss at that camp,” she told him, nonchalantly flipping the page of her book.

Steve was more surprised, whipping his head toward her so fast he almost dropped the ball on his face. “You did?” he asked. Y/n nodded. “So… uh where’s your soulmate now?”

She closed her book. “My soulmate? He wasn’t my soulmate.”

“But you kissed him anyways.”

“And you dated Nancy anyways,” she retorted. He raised his eyebrows at the mention of his ex. “Unless you two are soulmates and you’ve been letting her prance around with Byers at school.”

Looking back at the ceiling, he resumed throwing his ball. “No, we’re not soulmates. Sorry for assuming.”

“It’s okay, Steve.”

It was officially summer and Y/n could not be any happier. She finally graduated high school and was already set up to go to the University of Chicago in the fall, though Steve didn’t need to know that last part.

What mattered is that he got the job he applied to in the new mall’s ice cream shop and was set to start in two weeks. To most, it was just another step of life but for him, it was everything.

The first taste of adulthood, of doing something for himself rather than to get his father’s approval. So that’s why they were on their way to Lover’s Lake. When Steve found out that Y/n had never gone swimming there before, he knew that’s where he wanted to celebrate his new job.

So on a hot Thursday afternoon, they packed up his car with swimming gear, turned on the radio, and were off.

“Are you sure we’re allowed to swim in the lake?” Y/n asked, watching trees through the passenger side window.

“Oh yeah, I’ve done it loads of times,” he responded. “Trust me you’ll have a blast.”

“I don’t know, Steve…”

“Come on, don’t chicken out on me now!” As they turned a corner, nearing their destination, a new song began to play on the radio. “Oh I love this song!”

Reaching forward, Steve bumped up the volume. It blasted through the car, making the speakers rattle. But Steve didn’t care, he began singing to his hearts content, using his one free hand to make waves out the window.

“Oh my god, you’re embarrassing!” Y/n shouted over the music.

“Live a little!” He formed a fist with his hand, holding it up to mimic a microphone as he sang louder.

She laughed as he did so, enjoying the scene he was making. Looking over at the sound of her giggles, he held out his microphone-like hand to her. With a raised eyebrow he encouraged her to sing as well.

There was a moment where they locked eyes before he pulled away to look back at the road. A split moment where she felt the happiest she felt in a long time.

With one big breath she began to sing.

It was like endorphins flooded her brain, every worry she had, telling Steve she would be moving to Chicago, the dread of finding her soulmate, it all left. And even when they came to a stop, the stereo turning off with the car, that worry was still left behind.

The two teens ran toward the dock, taking in the soft waves of the lake. The sun was out strong, birds chirping in the trees. It was the perfect day for a swim.

Steve dropped their prepared bag of the dock, wasting no time to pull his shirt over his head. Y/n followed quickly, taking off her shirt to reveal a one-piece she had bought the previous week.

She looked back up at Steve who was frozen, his hands still gripping his shedded shirt. She could tell he was trying not to eye her, to make her feel like an object as she undressed in front of him. If she was being honest with herself, she was trying not to do the same.

She always been curious what he was like under the ample amount of striped polos he owned. If not to see he was just as beautiful as his face, but to catch a glimpse of his soulmate mark. It took a lot of her to not be curious if the boy she had been spending more and more of her time with was her soulmate.

Every day it seemed that more and more people were finding theirs. Even last week, her friend Vickie found hers; some girl that was in the trumpet section of her high school band.

But as she finally let herself look down at his bare chest, there wasn’t a mark in site. She figured it was probably hidden, the same way hers was by her bathing suit.

With one final push, she shedded out of her shorts. Kicking them to the side, she instinctively wrapped her hands around her stomach. Steve was quick to comfort her.

He stepped toward her. “Hey don’t do that, okay? I like you just the way you are.”

She felt his hands on both of her shoulders grounded her. Slowly she let her hands go though he continued to look her in the eyes. Was he getting closer to her? It felt like he was inching toward her face.

But as soon as she felt the heat of his body spread through her chest, it was gone. He pushed on her shoulders, letting her fly back into the lake. With a splash, the cold water engulfed her, hair in a tangled crazy mess. She quickly swam back to the surface, gasping as air entered her lungs.

“Steve!” She shouted at him but it was no use. He was already in a fit of laughter readying himself to jump in after her.

“Cannon ball!” He shouted as he ran and jumped, clutching his knees to his chest. He splash next to her, a wave of water covered her again. She waited until he reached the surface before pushing water at him. “Hey!”

“You pushed me!”

“You were getting in anyways.”

“Oh that’s it!”

As quick as she could she swam over to him, pushing down on his head to send him back underwater. He was stronger that she thought, stopping her attack by grabbing her waist. She yelped as they throttled around in the water, laughter escaping from both of them.

It took a while but eventually they were able to calm down, floating on the surface as they basked in the summer sun. Y/n let her eyes close, focusing on the sound of the now tamed water, the trees brushing up one another.

“I hope this job works out,” Steve said, so quietly she almost missed it.

“It will. I believe in you,” she replied.

“Yeah but like, what am I gonna do afterwards? I’m not going to college and I certainly don’t wanna sling ice scream for the rest of my life.”

“Maybe you need to skip town, find something outside of this shit hole.”

He picked his head up to look at her, his body sinking slightly into the water more. “Leave Hawkins?”

“Why not?”

“I just- I don’t know… I don’t wanna leave my, I don’t know what to call them. My kids? I don’t want to leave you. A-and what if my soulmate is here? I’m just gonna skip town when the love of my life could be right here?”

“You’ll find each other eventually,” she said, letting the ambience of the lake take over.

If he was staying in Hawkins for her, she would regret it for the rest of her life. Here she was, moving away from her hometown where one of the friends was staying behind. Maybe she should tell him…

“I got into UChicago,” she blurted out. “I-I’m moving there in the fall so, if you’re staying here because of me, don’t.”

Steve picked himself up from his laying position, letting his lower body sink into the water and he treaded to stay floating. “You got in?”

She got up, matching his position. “Yeah, I did.”

“Y/n!”

“What?”

Rather than responding with an answer, he raced toward her, tackling her against the waves. Letting out a yelp her body collided with his. His arms wrapped around her waist, forcing hers to reach over his shoulders.

He held her tight and said, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want to put a timer on our summer,” she responded, feeling his grip on her loosen. They pulled away, leaving little room between them as her look darted back and forth between his eyes. “If I told you before it would be like this huge bummer ya know? It wouldn’t be a fun summer it. It would be our last summer.”

“Chicago is only like three hours away, it won’t be our last summer together,” he responded immediately. He was already making her feel better. “You can’t lose me that quickly, L/n.”

She watched as the gears in his head shifted to another idea. “We need to celebrate!”

Rolling her eyes, she said, “We’re already celebrating, hence the lake remember?”

“This calls for something bigger! Champagne! We need champagne!”

Before she could even answer, he began to swim back toward the dock. She watched him take long strides, his arms coming in and out of the water with perfect form. If she didn’t know he used to be on the swim team she would have been surprised.

Trying to follow quickly, she called out. “We’re 18, Steve, how are we gonna get champagne?”

He arms gripped the edge of the dock, ready to pull himself up. Before doing so, he turned back to her with a smirk. “I have my ways.”

It looked effortless, the way he pulled himself up just by the strength of his upper body. Y/n faltered for a moment, trying to stop herself from examining the muscles of his back. He was more toned that she remembered, each curve fitting perfectly into his skin.

Her eyes trailed further down to where his suit had fallen slightly. As she tried not to laugh at the side of his butt peaking through, something more interesting caught her eye.

There was a asterium marked on his right hip.

Y/n froze, almost forgetting to tread water to keep her afloat. One of her hands flew to her own hip where she knew her soulmate mark was. The marks were always in the same place. And where she knew an asterium of the Summer Triangle laid on her skin, she now knew it laid on Steve’s.

So many thoughts raced through her head. He was her soulmate? Deep down it made sense. She was only pining after him every day since they became friends.

They worked together like Vega and Altair, two of the stars in their shared asterium. The Lovers, coming from separate backgrounds only two fall in love once meeting after a change.

Reaching back down, Steve extended his hand to help her up. “You coming?”

Pulling herself away from her range of thoughts, she willed herself to take it. He helped her out like it was nothing, already moving to where there bags laid to grab the towels.

She was happy, elated that she had found her soulmate. But then there was the realization, the blunder that was Chicago. Was she really going to tell him they were soulmates only to move away for at least four years?

It was one thing to be long distance friends, another entirely to be lovers. She remembered what her parents had told her about the bond soulmates shared. The first few years are vitally important. Love doesn’t form quickly, despite the marks pulling people together. It took her parents three years before they even went on their first date.

Just because she liked him didn’t mean he returned her affections. And if they were to start dating, doing it over 100 miles away from another…

“Here,” Steve said, holding out a towel to her. She looked up him with what she could only guess was a startling expression. He touched his cheek. “What is there something on my face?”

This was the moment. Did she tell him? Ruin what could be the start of a beautiful romance? But then there was always later. When she was home from college, free from distractions. It could give their relationship the proper time to evolve.

Taking the towel, she wrapped it around herself. “Nope, no problem. Let’s go get that champagne.”

Out of all the ways she thought her summer was going to go, getting tortured by Russians was not one of them.

A lot had happened in the few weeks since Steve started his summer job. Y/n visited him almost every shift, even becoming friendly with his coworker, Robin, who turned out to be Vickie’s soulmate.

Dustin had comeback from his summer camp, elated that he had finally met his soulmate Suzie. She was a sweet girl from Utah who loved science just as much as him.

And while Y/n didn’t know the young boy very well, she found herself most days sitting in the back of Scoops Ahoy, trying to crack a Russian code he had found with Robin.

Codes turned into elevators which soon turned into a not so friendly interrogation.

They had punched her more times than she could count, every inch of her body writhing with pain. She knew Steve was worse from him whimpering as he tied behind her back.

The Russians had taken him away for a separate interrogation, bringing him back almost completely unconscious. She tried to wake him before screaming as they took Robin away to torture next.

“Steve? Can you here me?” she asked but there were only small whines.

They sounded almost involuntary. Pain scorching him even in his unconscious state. Sighing, she tilted her head back, letting it rest gently on her friend’s behind her.

“I really hope you wake up,” she mumbled to herself. “You’re like my only friend now. Besides Robin and Vickie I guess. But it’s different with them, you know? They don’t get me like you do…You’re so important to me, Steve…and it would be really shitty to lose my soulmate to a bunch of Russians.”

The confession was quiet as Steve stirred behind her. She tried to turn her head to look at him but it was no use. She was tightly tied the a chair.

A couple of minutes passed before the Russians came back in, this time carrying Robin who was barely awake.

“Robin? Holy shit, Robin can you hear me?” Y/n called out.

They tossed her on the floor, making her grunt on impact.

Y/n turned to look back up at the Russian commander. “You bastards!”

Slap!

She felt the cold sting of his hand across her face. The whip of pain in her neck. From behind her, she could hear Steve moan, his head lifting slightly as it banged against hers.

She wanted to call out to him, to check if he was okay. But the commander was lowering himself to meet her level. Her nose scrunched from his awful cologne.

“I’m going to ask you three one more time. Who do you work for?” the commander asked with a thick accent.

Steve tried to mutter a response but he was too out of it to say anything coherent. Y/n took over instead.

“They work for Scoops Ahoy!” she yelled. “It’s the ice scream shop in the mall. I-I just visit them on their breaks I work at a video store downtown! You have to believe us we’re fucking 18! You really think we’re spies?”

The commanders face remained still as she pleaded, not a hint of emotion behind his cold, callous face. “You really won’t break, will you.”

Y/n whined in frustration.

“Don’t worry,” he continued. “We have a way to fix that. сделай это”

“W-wait what does that mean?” No one answered her, instead she watched as another person walked over to Steve with a syringe in their hands. “Wait, hold on what are you doing?!”

She could hear Steve yell out in pain, a scream worse than anything she had heard before. As the Russian moved away, there was nothing. No hint of life coming from behind her.

“Steve? Steve!” she yelled, watching as the the man moved over to her with the syringe. “Stop, don’t you fucking touch me!”

It was too late, the tool being prodded into her neck. The pinch stung through her spine, making her yell out to control her pain. Before the pain even faded, she felt herself slip into the darkness…

The bathroom floors of the mall were utterly disgusting, but Y/n would sit on them all day if it meant she could finally throw up.

They had escaped the secret Russian bunker. Somehow, she couldn’t quiet remember. She saw Dustins face, a cart, some green goo in the elevator, and then Michael J. Fox on a movie screen. That was the last she could recall before her upset stomach willed her to find a bathroom.

Her, Steve, and Robin stumbled into the nearest one they could find. It was the mens room and she was thankful there was nobody else inside. And after minutes, of emptying her stomach, it felt like she could finally breath. Finally have a coherent thought.

She slumped against the red wall of the stall, needing a moment of rest after the very stressful 48 hours she had been through.

“Ugh, my mouth feels disgusting,” Robin called out. “I’m going to the water fountain.” She left the bathroom without saying anything else.

“Oh my god,” Y/n sighed. “After that laughing juice they gave us….I’m never smoking again.”

She tried to make a light hearted comment, to help Steve laugh and feel better. He was definitely beat the worst out of the three of them. But there was no response.

“Steve?”

Dread began to overtake her brain. Quickly, she crawled around the stall, pushing his unlocked door open to reveal him slumped against the wall. His gaze off into the distance.

Leaning forward, she sat on her feet and wrapped both her hands on either side of his face in an effort to get him responsive.

“Hey, are you with me? Does something hurt more?”

A beat passed before he responded, blinking slower than usual. “N-no just…trying to remember.”

Y/n sighed with relief, removing her hands as she went to sit opposite him. “Gotta respond to me okay? You have a concussion, you can’t fall asleep.”

“Sorry,” he replied softly, playing with his hands in his lap. He took in a deep breath before looking up at her. “Sorry for everything actually. I didn’t want you involved in all this.”

“It’s not your fault,” she told him. “I’m the one who wanted to help crack that code.”

“I know,” he said with a sigh, tilting his head to rest on one of his shoulders. “But I could have stopped you.”

She leaned forward, hoping that he would understand. “You couldn’t have, Steve. Wherever you go, I go, right?”

Lifting his head back up, he nodded, his mind drifting off somewhere Y/n couldn’t predict. “Did you talk to me? While I was passed out?”

Feeling her heart drop to her stomach she almost didn’t respond. “I-I was trying to wake you up if that’s what you’re asking.”

“No it’s just - I have a memory. You saying something to me. A-and if I’m wrong tell me and we can forget this whole thing but I gotta know…” He leaned forward, resting his arms on raised knees.

“Are you my soulmate?”

Y/n froze. Did she tell him the truth? That she confessed that they were soulmates and didn’t tell him before? It felt wrong to lie, especially when he flat out asked her.

“This…this wasn’t how I wanted you to find out,” she finally said.

She watching as Steve let out a breath, sinking back into the bathroom wall. “So I wasn’t crazy? You said- that we are- we’re soulmates?”

“No, you aren’t crazy.”

It was hard, trying to keep such a calm demeanor when internally she was freaking out. What would his reaction be? Did he like her? Was he mad she didn’t tell him? Did she just ruin her only chance at true love?

“Can I see it?” he asked.

She forced herself to meet his gaze. Softly, she replied, “sure.”

Gently, she pulled down the hem of her jean shorts, exposing her right hip where her soulmate mark lay. It felt vulnerable, showing her mark, and she guessed this was why people waiting so long before asking in the first place.

His eyes were stuck on the mark, like a deer caught in headlights. Slowly, he reached to his own shorts, pulling his down to show her his mark.

It was the same, of course. A perfectly matching asterium of the Summer Triangle.

They both let there shorts go, the fabric riding up to hide the mark.

“How did you know?” he asked.

“That day at the lake, your shorts came down a little bit and I saw it.”

“Trying to get a peak of me?” he said with a grin.

She laughed, grateful to see the playful side of him coming back. “You wish.”

He was still leaning forward on his knees but somehow he felt closer. Y/n wanted to badly to rush forward and kiss him. His eyes flickered down to her lips before back up at her. Without thinking, her head inched forward.

No, right now was not the time. Covered in blood on a bathroom floor, the taste of throw up in her mouth. This was not going to be her first soulmate kiss.

Beginning to lean back, they were interrupted by the swinging of the bathroom door. Looking over, they spotted a distressed Dustin and Erica along with a slightly dizzy Robin.

Dustin raised his hands in defeat. “Why the hell did you guys leave the theater?”

You would think that after Y/n and Steve figured out they were soulmates they would talk about it. But no. Neither of them had said a single word.

Weeks past, the fall semester nearing, and while Steve and Y/n hung out almost everyday, it was still as just friends. She wondered why he hadn’t brought it up.

She thought he was into her. So discovering they were matches would move there relationship along. Right?

But he hadn’t said a word. Instead, on a random day at the beginning of July, he banged on her door, the sound echoing through her empty house. Rushing quickly, she opened it, greeted by not only him, but Robin and Vickie as well.

“Hey guys,” she said warily, her body leaned against the frame. “What’s up?”

Steve went to speak but Robin beat him to it. “We got the job!”

Y/n’s eyes went wide, a smile forming on her lips. “Oh that’s awesome guys!”

A few days before hand, while Robin and Steve would searching the paper for job openings, she mentioned Family Video. It was where she had been working throughout high school but with her and Brad Davis leaving in the fall there would be two vacancies. They rushed to apply, Y/n trying to put in a good word with Keith.

Somehow it worked, the two starting their new job next Monday.

“You know what that means right?” Vickie asked her.

“Uh, that you’ll be making money?” she responded unsure.

“It means, another trip to the lake,” Steve corrected. “Get your bathing suit we’re leaving now.”

“Now? Like right now?”

“Yes!” Robin exclaimed, running inside with Vickie, trying to pull on Y/n’s hand.

The two rushed up the stairs to her room, ready to help her pick out the perfect suit but she stayed lingered in the doorway.

“I-I’ll just wait in the car,” Steve said, pointing back at his BMW parked in front of her house.

“Sure, we’ll just be a minute.”

And that’s how Y/n ended up back at Lover’s Lake. Steve’s car rolled to a stop and Vickie was quick to get out, sprinting toward the dock.

“This is going to be so much fun!” Robin exclaimed, opening her door. “It’s like a double date!”

Y/n’s eyebrows squinted at the accusation. But before she could ask her anything, Robin was running after her soulmate. Getting out of the car, she began to walk down to ask her why she would say those things. Her and Steve weren’t dating. Sure they were soulmates but not an ounce of romantic behavior had happened between then.

“Hey,” Steve called out leaning against the hood of his car. “You mind if we talk for a minute?”

Turning back to him, she said, “Sure.” Securing a place leaning next to him.

“I-I know we haven’t really talked about it yet- I mean that’s totally my fault I was trying to recover with this black eye and-“

“You don’t have to explain yourself, Steve,” she interrupted him. "You were recovering and you know, not every soulmate starts dating the moment they find out.”

He turned to face her fully. “No but, when you told me, I just…I can’t remember ever being that happy.”

“We were covered in blood and throwing up on a mall bathroom floor.”

“Than you can see how happy you’ve made me.”

Y/n tried not to let the warmness spreading through her chest affect her. But with a smile slowly forming, Steve could tell she was happy.

“I’ve been wanting to ask you out long before that day at the lake.”

Smile wide, she replied, “Yeah?”

He nodded. “Yeah. So Y/n, will you-“

She didn’t let him finish, rushing forward to plant her lips on his. He was surprised at first, his back hitting the hood of the car again. But quickly he melted into her touch, his arms wrapping around her waist in an attempt to pull her closer than she already way.

Her body was snuggled between his legs, her mouth slowly brushing against his. She tilted her head, getting a better angle that felt like fireworks were going off in her heart.

But slowly, she pulled away, seeing her lipstick stain his lips perfectly.

“-go out with me?” Steve finished and Y/n couldn’t help but laugh.

Her head fell, resting on his chest as they giggled. But slowly she looked back up at him, her body still entangled with his.

“Yes, I will go out with you.”

Leaning back in she grabbed one more kiss from him. It was short, sweet, and everything she ever wanted from her soulmate. She then begrudgingly separated herself from him, taking his hand as they walked toward the dock.

Robin and Vickie were already in the water, wrapped around each other as they floated in bliss. The sound of foot steps creaking against the platform got their attention. Looking over at the new couple, hand intertwined, they grinned widely.

“Whoo!” Robin exclaimed. “Double date!”

Steve looked over at his soulmate, happier than he had been in a long time. She smiled up at him in a way that made him never want to stop looking at her.

Repeating Robin’s words he said, “Yeah, double date.”

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thrythlind · 1 year

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Urban Fantasy/Horror Game

Okay, I went over one of these ideas earlier here. This game idea is a bit different.

In this case, you're going to be following one particular character's story as she gathers friends and allies to fight a growing threat.

The procedural generation here is meant more to apply to the nature of the threat and other supernatural elements the character faces.

Prologue

You will start with creating your character by choosing the following:

Origin

Occupation

Location

So you could be like a City Dweller Drifter and have the story start at a Rural Town and a Bus Stop.

There would be an introductory sequence with your character and then you'd encounter the first monster and have to escape it, not yet being able to fight it.

This first enemy would be something from the following sort of personal threat type of enemies.

slasher killer

cryptid

ghost

cult/swarm

And after escaping it, which is a basic tutorial on the tactical gameplay and the fact that sometimes there are fights you have to run from. The goal would be to get your character out along with as many bystanders as possible.

This would go into a tutorial on the investigative and social aspects, narratively finding the characters are stuck in the threatened area somehow. Looking into the history of the monster to try to find a weakness and also establishing a field base.

And eventually you would find a weakness and be able to put down this monster... only to discover that it is only a symptom of a much larger problem.

Chapter 1

This would get into the location map where the character can start investigating nearby places for signs of trouble and choosing different rumors to investigate. Some of these rumors are unrelated supernatural issues, others are part of the bigger problem, and at least two will lead to changes to the character.

My idea is that the character up to this point will only have had access to general skill pools but at this point they can start getting some more unique builds.

The chapter won't finish until they have picked up two different traits, after which the chapter transition mission will be filtered in.

So, what will happen is at the end of one mission the character will be changed in someway... acquiring a trait like:

Hero

Hunter

Survivor

Occultist

Witch

Vampire

Werewolf

Ghost

Demon

Eldritch

Angel

Or so on. And with the acquisition of this trait a new skill pool/tree opens up for the character to draw from on leveling up. Eventually they will get two such traits... and yes this can be the same trait twice. Different trait combinations would unlock different skill pools.

Vampire+Vampire would open up different options from Vampire+Witch or Vampire+Spider. For example.

The missions themselves would play out similar to the Prologue. Find a monster or monsters, avoid or escape them until you can uncover their secret weakness. Or you might find they are a kind of monster you've dealt with in the past.

This chapter would also introduce the aspect of building a long term base to go to between missions to build up your team, level up, unlock more options. Basically the X-Com ant-farm in some ways. Ideally there'd be options to the base. A extensive static base like the X-Com base would have some advantages, a mobile thing like the Supernatural Impala and motels would have others.

This would also likely be where the character first encounters factions that may be allies or enemies or just neutral. These would possibly be also procedurally generated.

For example, one play through might have an evil cabal of vampires and in the next there might be a vampire group that is more friendly to humanity. Similar with religious witch hunter groups or eldritch cults.

Chapter 2 - 5

From this point, the story would go towards dealing with supernatural factions and trying to track down hints on the threat so that it can be stopped. Gameplay would be similar, investigation, fight, base building. This isn't much different from most games.

However, the key point here

The Procedural Generation

The generation here would be in the interactions and the monsters.

Instead of having set enemy groups, you'd have the monsters and factions created by procedural generation.

This would start with the over-arching threat which would start with deciding

why is this a threat

what flavor of threat is it

how does it act

So you could have a difference between an unthinking event that's just coming vs an attempt by eldritch forces to crack open the way into our world vs a mad scientist and his disciples warping things.

This would determine some of the basic enemies to start with, possibly with bosses and unique sorts created by the production of different missions.

The active part of this would be the use of tags and this would also act as a safety feature.

For example, you could mark a particular element as "snake" and assign it as a core element of this threat group. In which case every enemy of that group would have some sort snake-like element but flavored by other traits to form individual monsters.

In this way you could have an extensive list of Veils and Lines such that, for instance, a person could go into the settings and choose to rule out any element that includes "gore" or "spider" if that particular concept will ruin their fun.

You could even push it further for example, pull up spider and make more granular choices such as individually approving or barring:

player powers

player visuals

enemy names

enemy powers

enemy visuals

environmental webs

environmental spiders

For example, if a person says yes to player powers but no to player visuals, then if they pick up the "Spider" trait it will be more like Spider-Man and they'll stay looking more human rather than becoming something like a drider.

If a person said yes to enemy powers but no to enemy visuals or names then they might find something that does wall-crawling or webcasting, but it won't look like a spider or be called a spider.

If a person said yes to environmental webs but no to spiders, then webs will appear on maps but scuttling background spiders won't. etc.

Character Transformations

So, similar to the level up options of Wildermyth, you'd have a list of options on level up for your character. In this case, I'd have each power have a potential change to your character's paper doll.

For example, if "Talons" showed up due to you having vampire, demon, werewolf, or similar trait where claws are appropriate and you started to accept it, then your character's paper doll to the side would show how that would change their look. And using tags, there'd be different appearances.

IE: the Talons power might be the same regardless, but Werewolf talons are going to have a different look from Vampire Talons.

The player would be able to select but not confirm their powers and watch how it would make their character change in appearance. If both the character's traits provide access to a level up option then they might be given an option to pick a visual.

And if you think the traits like Hero or Scholar wouldn't go into this... well, this can be done by altering the sort of gear carried, posture, or musculature. A power called "Grit" for example, might have a character's posture become more firm and defiant. Other powers might have a grenade belt or something appear on the paper doll.

Legacy Elements

In Wildermyth the legacy elements are in the characters that pass from one chapter to the next that can appear in other stories.

In this game, with more of a focus on a single character each time, the legacy will be in adding new places to the world map and in growing out the bestiary of monsters and enemy factions.

In this case, over time, each player would have their own unique world map that seems to grow over time. Possibly different runs appear in wildly different places around the map, especially possible if there's a lot of different tilesets with a plethora of cultural influences. so there might be vast dark areas on the map that slowly get filled in over time.

And if they found one enemy group or monster type strange or annoying, they can delete it from their legacy just as you can remove a legacy hero from Wildermyth.

Also, after the end of a run your character and their allies become a new faction that can appear later to work with new characters.

Or even in this way, when a character is choosing starting locations instead of naming a general idea like "bus stop" or "farm" or "warehouse" they can name a particular town that has entered the legacy. Perhaps some interesting small town that was the focus of an unrelated mission from an earlier run.

Also, it may be possible for the game to pull a faction from the legacy to serve as the new over-arching threat. Perhaps there was a mission you did in one run with some zombies that wasn't related to the major threat but it entered the legacy, the next run picks that faction and fills it out into something greater to serve as an over-arching plot... and when the player's run starts with a side-monster they vaguely remember it creates some unity in the world.

Art Style

Where the art style of Wildermyth is very much a cartoony style reminiscent of medieval woodcuts, I feel like this game would be more in the vein of horror comics. Semi realistic.

I'd also think some manipulation of UI or mild fourth wall breaks might be appropriate to the horror feeling, but that's been done a lot and may risk an eye roll response rather than shock.

#horror #procedural generation #video game concepts i have neither the skill nor resources to do #wildermyth

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cutekittenlady · 2 years

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Emmet and Elesa go to hisui (part 1?)

((note this is a giant idea dump. Not a full fledged fic. I just wanna get it out there. Only reason its in parts is cause this post ended up getting, like, SUPER long))

Part: 2, 3

Alright its high time I finally got around to sharing what little I have thought up for this PLA concept where (presumably post game) Emmet and Elesa end up traveling back in time to Hisui in order to find Ingo. Its not really a consistently well thought idea. I have some detailed thoughts for certain interactions and events, but not everything and I dont even know how things would fully play out. Regardless I thought it’d be fun to share as a kinda AU concept. Especially since Emmet and Ingo reuniting is something of a hot topic atm.

Okay so to start things off the story somewhat begins in the past rather than in the future with someone, probably the player character, convincing Ingo to do something like take a group photo with them and maybe a few others. This photo ends up being put aside due to some small error. Like maybe someone sneezed leading to it looking really weird (old school photography was sensitive). But its not destroyed and is put aside as a kinda silly memory.

Where it sits. For 300 years.

Cue to modern-day and Elesa is spending time with Cynthia and the gal pals or whatever. Maybe shes even in Sinnoh. Dunno, the exact details dont entire matter. What ends up happening is Cynthia, history nut she is, absolutely gushing over these old boxes of antique photographs she’s managed to get her hands on and showing them off to all her guests. Elesa is better at handling the sudden infodump than some of the others since she was friends with Emmet and Ingo for years who are THE train nuts of Unova (one of whom she totally does not have eyes for. Shut up skyla. Stop smiling) and so is used to impassioned infodumps.

Cutting to the chase she immediately recognizes the similarities between one of the men in the pic and Ingo, tho she doesnt immediately conclude its him. She ends up speaking more with Cynthia about it, even requesting to have a copy of the photo, giving the excuse that she wants to look at it because she thought the fashions of the time were interesting. Naturally Cynthia would love the idea of Elesa finding “inspiration” from the past and sends her a digitized version of the photo.

Elesa then gets to work. All the while fretting shes barking up a stupidly wrong tree, but even so being unable to resist. As it turns out there weren’t a lot of written records that actually survived to modern times about the warden of the Noble Sneasler at the time.

((Note: this actually happens all the time, even with relatively recent history. Unless preservation techniques are deliberately implemented it is insanely easy to lose details of stuff like names, times, places, etc over time as records are written and rewritten by different people. So it wouldn’t shock me if “Warden Ingo” became relatively unknown in the future just because no written record of his exact name survives.))

However Elesa’s speciality isn’t history. Its fashion.

The pictures physical similarities; hair, eyes, etc. could just be chalked up as coincidence or even as the person being a very distant ancestor to the brothers, however Ingo’s jacket is so distinctive that Elesa has her doubts. So she starts doing just as she said to Cynthia and starts digging through the clothes and fashions both in Hisui and in other regions around the time period in an attempt to find some other explanation. When she fails to do so, and can’t find any other explanation for the Ingo look-a-like she ends up caving and showing the picture to Emmet. Hoping it could, at least, give him some hope about Ingo’s location.

It works. A little too well.

Emmet suddenly becomes increasingly interested in two things outside of trains and pokemon battles and they are Ancient Hisui and time travel.

Elesa is concerned. Verrrrry concerned.

I’m not quite sure what goes on from there. Perhaps Elesa gets Cynthia and maybe others involved somewhat in the hopes that shes wrong. She doesn’t want to crush Emmets hopes, but at the same time shes afraid shes made some kind of mistake, or read too deeply into an insanely convoluted coincidence or something and doesnt want him to end up wasting his time barking up the wrong tree.

Of course that’s not what happens.

Somehow, someway. Maybe with Cynthia’s involvement, maybe with help from some others, the argument of what actually happened to Ingo becomes a lot more plausible. Though not definite.

It’s not long before Emmet starts trying to find a way to ‘save’ his brother from the past.

If Cynthia or any other people other than Elesa are invovled, they kinda try to… pump the brakes on Emmet a little. Time travel is no joke, isn’t well understood, and the damage they could do by going into the past and stamping around looking for Ingo could be… bad.

Emmet, however, is determined.

Eventually some group or another appears and takes Emmet up on an offer. They are looking to travel back in time (what method they use is kinda up in the air. New tech? Celebi? Dialga? Somethign else? No idea) in the hopes of researching and collecting samples from many of the now “extinct” hisuian species so they can both better understand them and potentially even revive the species.

((I mean if you can revive dinosaur pokemon from fossils I dont see why you can’t revive some of the hisuian variants. Tho I daresay there’s probably a ecological element there. Tho I doubt Emmet immediately thinks of it.))

They, uh, heard about his predicament and tell him that if he agrees to come back in time with them and use his powerful battling skills to ‘help’ with their research then, in return, they’ll help him find Ingo in the past.

Emmet is on board IMMEDIATELY and tells Elesa so. Elesa is hesitant. VERY hesitant.

For one thing she hasn’t even heard of these people before, and she’d really rather Emmet converse with Cynthia or someone else to get an outside opinion before agreeing to anything. At which point Emmet reveals hes ALREADY agreed and, in fact, is leaving immediately. He just wanted to tell Elesa because… well because she’s been there for him so much.

Over the course of this whole conversation Elesa has seen a million red flags get raised that are just getting bigger and bigger. She tries to dissuade Emmet by pointing out its dangerous, that he has no idea who these people are, that he’d be leaving behind his responsibilities in the subway, that she could have been wrong and the person in the photo wasn’t even Ingo at all.

Emmet does listen to her. He does. But once shes done he just tells her, he understands her concerns but that he’s going.

So what is Elesa to do?

She cares about Emmet. She was friends with Ingo. This whole fascination with the past and traveling back in time was, indirectly, caused by her in the first place. She has little time to contact Cynthia or anyone else and fully explain the situation, and even if she did theres no way they would be able to get there in time to stop Emmet from doing whatever he’s going to be doing. Even if it does involve going to Sinnoh.

So Elesa does the only thing she thinks she can do. She leaves a message explaining as much as she can about whats happening and where she and Emmet are going, and then joins Emmet on his time traveling shenanigan.

Emmet isn’t 100% happy with this arrangement as while he appreciates the support he doesnt actually want to drag Elesa down into danger with him. Elesa tells him point blank that she could say the same thing to him, and states directly that shes coming along to look out for him whether he likes it or not. The people in question dont SAY that they dont like that Emmet told Elesa everything, but Elesa gets the feeling they weren’t expecting her and that she isn’t exactly fully welcome but theyre unlikely to turn her away NOW.

And thats roughly how Emmet and Elesa end up going back in time to try to find Ingo with some very very shady individuals much to Elesa’s doubts and chagrin.

And this has turned out to be a massive post, so I might need to do bits and pieces of installments for this idea. XD So that’s likely to be a thing.

Anyway yes, stuff will happen, and no, absolutely none of it will go to plan and quite a bit of will be unenjoyable for all involved lol.

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moonwritewastaken · 3 years

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Sometimes a Push is Necessary - cc!Sapnap x gn!reader

genre - fluff

warning - language

word count - 1299

I hope you guys enjoy this Sapnap imagine! Also, I never thought titles would be so difficult to choose lmao

- 🌙

Karl had been your best friend since you were little. As soon as you met, you became inseparable which was still true to this day. So when Karl started hanging out with the Mr Beast crew, you naturally became a part of the friend group too. This wasn’t the case, however, with his online friends. But just because you didn’t know them personally, it didn’t stop you watching their videos or streams and developing a little crush on a certain Texan.

You preferred to stay off camera but had no issue being heard in the background or in gaming videos with no face cam. Despite this, the majority of the viewers loved you and the friendships you had with your friends. Little did you know, a certain Texan felt drawn to you too.

The original plan was to keep this little crush you’d developed to yourself, however, it didn’t work out that way. You and Karl were sitting in his streaming room after he’d finished a stream and he spun around in his chair to face you.

“Hey, my friend Sapnap is coming to visit in a few days to hang out and film. You wanna meet him?” Your eyes widen at this. He was coming to North Carolina? In just a few days? Karl raises his eyebrows at your odd reaction and you realise you may have given yourself away. You had to say something quick.

“Oh, th-that’s cool! Sure, I’ll meet him” a knowing smile grows on his face and you know you’re screwed.

“You like him, don’t you?” You scoff at his question and make one last attempt to convince him otherwise.

“What? I don’t even know him!” They way your face turns beet red is all the confirmation Karl needs.

“Okay, okay, I get it” Karl holds his hands up in mock surrender and pretended to drop the subject. While you were breathing a sigh of relief, he was hatching a plan to get you and Sapnap together.

Fast forward to when Sapnap arrived from Florida and Chris was swinging by your house to bring you to the latest Mr Beast filming location. Karl was travelling with Sapnap so if he wanted to put his plan into action, you couldn’t be in the car.

“So Sap, you ever watch the Mr Beast videos?” Karl was driving to filming with Sapnap in the passenger seat. Sapnap was a little taken aback by the question considering they’d had a few discussions about different Mr Beast videos.

“Yeah? We’ve talked about a few before” he says slowly as if trying to see where his friend was going.

“Good! You ever watched a video or stream with y/n?” Of course he had, he’d developed a tiny crush on you. Of course, he’d never admit that both in fear of seeming stupid because he didn’t even know you, but also because you were super close to Karl.

“I have, they seem nice” this seemed like a safe answer, an answer that didn’t incriminate him but also didn’t make it seem like he hated you. Karl has known Sapnap long enough to know that wasn’t the full truth, there was more to it.

“Nice, that’s it? You don’t have anything else to say?” Karl tries to get him to slip up, to say something more than he perhaps should.

“I don’t know them, Karl” he laughs breathlessly and Karl quickly decided he needs to change up his tactic.

“Look, you nimrod. I know you’ve got a little crush on them, you might as well fess up” Sapnap’s eyes widen in surprise and he feels a blush creeping up his neck.

“What? That would be stupid, I don’t know them!” He sputters out a response but Karl has him exactly where he wants him.

Cut to the filming location, you and Chris are the last ones there. You arrive at the scene and catch your first glance of Sapnap in the flesh. No matter how good that man looks on camera, nothing could’ve prepared you for how much better he looked standing in front of you. Instinctively you pull down your sleeves and smooth down your shirt, which unfortunately for you is seen by Karl.

“Sapnap, this is Chris and y/n, Chris and y/n, this is Sapnap” Chris and Sapnap exchange handshakes and greetings before he turns to you. The two of you make eye contact and you swear there’s nothing you ever want to look at again. He reaches out his hand.

“Hi” his voice is like music to your ears and the way your hand fits in his feels like it was meant to be. The cheesiness was off the scale but there was no other way to describe it.

“Hi” you smile at him, which he returns. His smile makes you rethink never seeing anything other than his eyes again.

“Alright, quit flirting, we’ve got a video to film!” Jimmy’s comment caused you and Sapnap to quickly let go of each other’s hands and jump apart as if you had a shock jolt through your bodies.

Throughout the filming, you Sapnap pined for each other across the room with “subtle” glances thrown the other’s way when you believed they weren’t looking. During the break, Karl pulled you aside and begged you to do something about it.

“Y/n please, I beg of you just ask him out or something” he puts his hands together to add emphasis.

“Karl, no. What the fuck is wrong with you? Why are you so for this?” It surprises you how lucky Karl is being as this is so unlike him.

“I’m sorry y/n but you’ve both been oogling at each other since the moment you got here! I know you two are suited for each other, you just have to trust me” the look he gives you makes you feel hopeful that maybe Sapnap has been feeling the same way as you. You sigh and it makes Karl straighten his posture because he can tell you’re seriously considering it.

You turn to look to your right where Sapnap is talking to the rest of the boys, however, he chooses that moment to look your way. The small smile he gives you paired with the blush that adorns his cheeks gives you the final push you need.

“Fine but if it goes bad, I will- I’ll- do something” he laughs at your inability to threaten him but shoos you away.

You approach Sapnap and ask to speak to him. He looks surprise but follows you to a room away from prying eyes.

“Uh- I know that this is probably really weird because we just met but I wanted to ask if you wanted to hang out sometime? Like as a date?” You’re holding your breath now, scared that he’s going to think you’re an idiot. The shock is evident on his face but there’s a hint of something else, something you can’t quite place.

“I would love that” he smiles at you once again and with the rush you’re feeling right now, you feel like you could pass out.

There’s a knock at the door and Karl opens it with a hand covering his eye.

“Is it safe to look?” He’s clearly joking but you decide to make him regret it anyway. You pick up a pillow that’s placed on the couch next to you and you launch it straight into the brunette’s face.

“Go away Karl” you roll your eyes despite knowing he isn’t able to see it.

“Fine but filming starts again in 5!” Thankfully he leaves after that and you Sapnap look at each other and laugh.

You wouldn’t tell him, but you’re thankful Karl pushed you to ask Sapnap out. Something tell you that you’ll be thankful for years to come.

#sapnap imagine #sapnap x reader #sapnap fluff #crew boys imagine #crew boys x reader #dream smp imagine #dream smp x reader

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emeren · 3 years

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birthday boy - eren jaeger

shameless birthday fluff for the boy who deserves a happy ending and a happy birthday

pairing: eren jaeger x fem!reader

word count: 2.1k

content warnings: absolutely none, 100% fluff!

notes: i’m emerging from my request writing hole to post this lil one shot for my love’s birthday. i did not read over this so there may be errors or whatnot, but enjoy!

SUMMARY: reader shows eren what it means to have a good birthday.

eren had never been one for birthdays.

he’d tried, he’d really tried to love them just as much as everyone else did. he could vividly remember all of the kids in his class bringing in donuts and ice cream and handing out little handmade invitations - invitations he never received.

after two or three failed birthday parties thrown by carla - birthday parties that only armin and mikasa showed up to - eren had stopped trying. he insisted that he hated march 30th and that it was the worst day of the year. his mom always made a big deal out of it anyway, insisting on taking the three kids out for ice cream and a movie in celebration.

eren would’ve never admitted it, as his pride was too strong, but he liked the small celebration his mom would throw. just him and his two best friends, building blanket forts and being allowed to watch one PG-13 movie for the special occasion.

he remembered his tenth birthday being the last one that he even bothered acknowledging. that was the last birthday with his mom, the last birthday that didn’t go forgotten on grisha’s busy schedule. that was the last birthday that he went for ice cream and got to watch a PG-13 movie.

as he got older, birthdays became less of a big deal to his peers. they weren’t large scale, festive events, but rather small group hangouts that involved getting drunk in a field. some sad, petty part of eren enjoyed watching everyone’s special day become exactly like his had always been: just another of 365.

he didn’t remember telling you what day he was born. in fact, he was sure he hadn’t told you. it’d been a conversation topic he’d narrowly avoided in the past; lucky enough to have met you around april in order to skip over the awkward ‘oh, it’s my birthday’ chat.

so he was confused.

he was confused when he pulled his apartment door open, only to be met with your figure holding a carefully wrapped gift. hell, even eren didn’t realize that it was his birthday. he’d stood there in the doorway, gawking at you with a half-asleep look in his eyes.

“what’s that for?” he’d asked incredulously, pointing at the gift. you laughed, the sound music to his ears as you slipped into his apartment.

“happy birthday!” you squealed, setting it down and wrapping your arms around his slim figure. eren frowned for a moment, mind counting through the days of the calendar until they landed on march 30th. oh, i guess it is my birthday.

he hugged you back, eyes still warily focused on the gift. “who told you?” he’d questioned.

you smiled up at him, placing a light kiss on his cheek. “i have my ways.”

eren didn’t know what emotion it was that burned in his chest at your soft grin. he desperately wished for it to be annoyance, but it wasn’t, so he resorted to feigning it instead.

“i’d rather we didn’t make a big deal about it,” he grumbled, slipping from your arms and walking towards his kitchen. he didn’t see the way you rolled your eyes or the way you mocked his voice, only turning around to see you approaching him with a bag he hadn’t previously noticed.

“that’s alright, i was just going to make you some breakfast, if that’s okay?” eren normally would’ve protested any other special treatment on his birthday, but it wasn’t very unusual for you to cook him a meal. eren had a big stomach, and absolutely no skills in the kitchen. he resorted to shrugging, not wanting to show you the way your suggestion made his heart skip.

and so he watched you. he watched you flit around the kitchen and make him his favorite breakfast (waffles with strawberries and whipped cream, extra side of bacon). your movements were so mesmerizing he’d nearly forgotten about this rotten day, the day that his younger self had declared the worst of the 365.

“here, shithead. enjoy your meal,” you hummed playfully, sliding the plateful of food in his direction. eren flipped you off, too hungry to pick a fight as he dove into his meal.

he tried to ignore the feeling of you staring as he scarfed down his waffle. he’d hoped you wouldn’t say anything else about his birthday. “do you wanna open your gift after we’re done eating?” you’d asked.

eren paused his feast to look up at you, your eyes focused on your own plate as you waited for a response. he was apprehensive, but decided to take the bait nonetheless. “uh, sure.”

eren could remember the best gift he’d ever gotten. it had been a handmade terrarium from armin and mikasa for his eighth birthday. they’d gone out in the woods behind their houses and rifled through the bushes and weeds to put together a jar filled with all sorts of creatures and plants. eren’s favorite had been the spider - whom he’d lovingly named peter - as he would catch flies and other small insects to feed to him. he’d been so excited about their cheaply made gift that nothing had ever come close to topping it (not that he ever got much in the ways of gifts, anyway).

as you sat him down on the couch, carefully placing an oblong box in his lap, he was unsure. he loved you, no doubt, but he didn’t know what on earth you could’ve gotten him.

his previous confusion only grew when he opened the box to find a bundle of wildflowers. they were a mix of baby hues, soft and simple. he looked to you, brow raised in question.

“flowers?” he’d asked, mind pondering all the possibilities. you laughed lightly in response, standing from your seat next to him.

“c’mon,” you gestured for him, eyes scanning his bare chest. “go put a shirt on and come with me.”

eren sighed, standing himself as he set the flowers on the couch. “listen. i love you, i really do. but i would just rather we don’t make a big deal out of today, alright?”

he watched you roll your eyes, watched you fold your arms over your chest.

“i’m not making a big deal out of today,” you’d responded, a hint of annoyance in your voice. “just go put a shirt on. it’ll just be the two of us.”

eren talked a lot of game regarding his self-proclaimed willpower, but he would never understand how easily he caved to you. thirty minutes later, he was sitting in the passenger seat of your car, eyes mindlessly gazing out the window with the bundle of flowers in his lap.

you were playing his favorite music, humming along as your fingers tapped against the steering wheel. he’d just stared at you, admiring your beauty as you turned up a desolate road that he’d been too focused on you to recognize.

it wasn’t until the car stopped; surrounded by newly blooming flowers and freshly greening trees, did he piece together where he was.

“mom?” he’d breathed, eyes glancing out the window. you just smiled in response, unbuckling your seatbelt and getting out of the car. eren looked down at the bundle of flowers in his lap, wildflowers, his mom’s favorite.

in that moment he felt like crying. sure, he’d cried on his birthday before, but this was different. it was a cry of appreciation, one that burned in his chest as you impatiently pulled his door open. he was quick to blink the tears away, putting up a front as he got out himself.

his mom’s cemetery was atop a hill, located away from the city amongst the trees and wildlife. he remembered picking it for her because of how freeing it felt - it was more of a place for remembrance that mourning. he knew that was what his mom would’ve wanted.

eren showed his appreciation by wrapping your hand in his, intertwining your fingers as the two of you approached his mom’s headstone.

“what made you think of this?” he’d asked quietly, setting the bundle of flowers right beneath her name carved within the granite stone. he remained kneeled in front of it; long fingers coming up to trace the words. he’d been surprised by your answer.

“i know you hate your birthday,” you’d started, watching the moment in front of you. “and i know your mom was the only person that ever tried to make you enjoy it. i hope it wasn’t insensitive of me to bring you here? i just thought maybe you’d want to spend the day here with her.”

and there it was again: that burning within his chest. he pulled his fingers back from the cold stone, relieved you couldn’t see the mix of emotions on his face. it was on the contrary. he’d never had someone think of him this way, think of what he truly wanted to do. he smiled as he stood to face you.

“thank you.” he’d said sincerely, wrapping his arms around you and kissing the crown of your head.

the two of you sat for hours, hands wrapped together as eren told stories about his mom and talked to her gravestone as if she were really there, too. he talked about his tenth birthday; how his mom had rented some barely scary movie, but how armin couldn’t sleep for weeks following their watch. he talked about the time mikasa had beaten up one of the popular kids for only excluding eren from his birthday party. before he knew it, he was wrapped up in stories upon stories.

all too fast, the sun began to dip past the horizon. the two of you stood from the grass, pants slightly damp with mud but neither of you cared. eren leaned down, pressing his lips to the stone as a parting goodbye - something he’d started doing as a kid.

as you drove away, eren felt content with how the day had gone. he watched the sunset from the window, face flushed and a small smile on his lips. he enjoyed the sweet moment, but couldn’t help the perverted thought that crossed his mind. he’d never had birthday sex before, and oh boy was he excited to try.

the car stopped outside of his apartment, the two of you walking up to the door hand in hand. he grabbed his keys, about to unlock the handle when you stopped him.

he loved when you looked at him like that. when your eyes were big and doe-like, filled with a mix of adoration and excitement. your hands carefully wrapped around his jaw, pulling his lips down to meet yours in a tender, warm kiss.

he could feel his heart clench at the action, pulling away with a smile on his face. “what was that for?”

“i just love you, ‘s’all.” you hummed in response, motioning for him to open the door. eren hated that you could make him blush, looking away with a playful roll of his eyes.

he wasn’t expecting what waited for him behind the door.

with the flick of the light switch, all of his friends popped up from around the apartment, yelling ‘surprise!’. his eyes widened in shock, a large banner that read off ‘happy birthday eren!’, but the words were all scrunched together at the end, the banner not large enough.

“connie made that!” armin explained hurriedly, as if noticing the way eren’s eyes traced over the decoration. eren couldn’t help the burning in his chest as he looked at all of his closest friends.

sasha, connie, jean, mikasa, armin, you. you, who had clearly planned this all. eren wasn’t ever very sappy, at least not since he was in high school. but the burning in his chest had become too much to bear, overwhelmed by all of the decorations and confetti, and thoughtfulness.

he looked at you, tears in his eyes. he’d never had a big party before. he’d always wanted one, and here it was. “thank you.”

“goddammit, this is what you get for taking him to the cemetery before his surprise party!” jean yelled, pointing at his friend. “i don’t think i’ve seen you cry since you were an annoying ass teenager!”

“oh, shut the fuck up,” eren replied lightheartedly, embracing each of his friends. he wasn’t even embarrassed to cry. it’d been so long since he’d felt so loved.

and so you all sat, eating ice cream and watching a horror movie. eren was in the middle, you curled up on his one side and armin on the other. as all of his friends enjoyed his birthday, squealing at the unnecessary gore, he couldn’t help but smile.

maybe march 30th wasn’t the worst day, afterall.

<3 <3 <3

#eren jaeger x reader #eren jaeger fluff #eren jeager x reader #eren jeager fluff #eren yeager x reader #eren yeager fluff #eren yaeger x reader #eren yaeger fluff #eren jaeger #eren jeager #eren yaeger #eren yeager #eren jäger #emmy writes

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rustic-oak-mori · 3 years

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I'm really curious now. What do you think Anna's life was like prior to meeting the reader? Like whats in your AU?

I haven't given it immense thought, I just thought I'd try to manipulate the canon lore and make it less murdery? But also provide some social contexts that match up with her personality. This is a long one, so it’ll be under a cut.

Anna's Life, Prior to Meeting You

Anna's father abandoned her mother upon learning about the pregnancy. At the time, they lived in a cottage by the outskirts of a forest.

Her mother initially planned to send her to school to mingle with the other children her age, but decided to home-school her instead out of a fear that Anna would be bullied for her height.

Anna learnt to hunt from a young age, using the family's generations-old tips and tricks, in order to provide for the two of them when her mother grew terminally ill.

The only person Anna ever spoke to growing up was her mother. When a bailiff would visit the cottage to collect land taxes, she would hide in her room. The occasional person would stop by to check on her mother and she'd flee to the woods.

When she passed away, Anna was in her mid-teens, and didn't take the bereavement well at all. To distract herself, she honed in on her hunting craft.

It was only in her late teens when Anna finally started to mix with people her age, since the woodlands she grew up by was a popular camping spot for teens. She found social experiences very uncomfortable, since her mother failed to prepare her for such encounters. The teenagers found her odd, both in stature and hobbies, but most of them tried to help her get used to socialising. Those who didn’t would bully her. But one group camped out in the woods more than usual, and were always welcoming of her.

Teen Anna would watch young couples kissing and holding each other by their campfires in curiosity and jealousy. It looked nice, and she wanted to feel happy like they did.

Her group of friends (more like acquaintances, but she didn’t really know the difference - it was just nice to have company) one night decided to play spin the bottle, a harmless game. Anna, inwardly, was very excited; she had always wanted to kiss someone, to see what it was like. One of the boys spun the bottle, it landed on her, she felt mightily uncomfortable and...it felt weird. The bad kind of weird. But when it was her turn, the bottle landed on a girl.

This kiss was the good kind of weird.

But, as we all know, homosexuality is demonised in Russia. The group pulled faces, called her horrible names, slurs, the works, all because she enjoyed kissing the girl. ‘Lesbian’. She’d never heard that term before. Was it not okay to kiss girls?

They never came back to the forest after that. Once again, Anna was all alone.

Over the next couple of years, people started to mail violent threats to her cottage - her mother had never introduced her to technology, so she didn’t have a phone - because she was gay. Anna was miserable, right up until a few days after her biological father died; the man had guiltily added her to his last will and testament, and she inherited a sizeable sum of money from him. Enough to get out of the hell she lived in. She waved her rights to the cottage she lived in, packed a very small suitcase containing some clothes and a few of her mother’s old possessions, and emigrated.

((I’ll leave her new location to your imagination. Somewhere with densely populated woodland and white winters, and where being queer is normalised))

Using her inheritance, Anna bought a plot of land in the woods, rented a bed in a nearby youth hostel and built her cottage from the ground up. She used a library’s computer and books on architecture to research how to build a log cabin. It took months of tireless work, but she did it.

With a little more confidence than she had during her adolescence, Anna started to sell the meat she hunted at the farmer’s market outside her woods. Using the money from her sales and some furniture-related handiwork, she bought vegetable and fruit seeds and a DIY greenhouse kit. With the help of the little market community, she built her vegetable garden and greenhouse. She had a couple of short-lived relationships, and even though she lived alone and isolated, she felt purposeful and by god, accepted.

Her relationships never lasted long because the concept of living such a detached lifestyle frightened her partners, sweet and strong and gentle as Anna is. Not without immense sadness, she understood why, though.

Then you stumbled into her life, and for the first time since before her mother’s ailment, she was truly happy.

#i think that covers all the pre-reader anna lore i can think of?#dbd x reader #dbd huntress #dbd anna #dbd huntress x reader #the huntress x reader #anna x reader

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barzzal · 3 years

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between halls and thin walls → part four

summary: friends who fool around almost never works. almost.

↳ pairing: mathew barzal x you

↳ warnings: idiots, that’s all <3

↳ genre: fluff, angst, smut, roommates au, best friend’s best friend, friends with benefits, 18+

↳ length: series; part one, part two, part three, part four (6.7k), part five, part six

↳ masterlist: the barn

↳ track: my favorite part by mac miller, addicted by jorja smith, someone to spend time with by los retros

note: finally got myself to update this fic oml zzz quick psa tho, this will now be a six-part series! hope that’s okay and yenno as always, would love to hear what you think about this (validate me in the tags pls im lonely) happy reading babes! <3

“Yo, grandma. Haven’t you had too much tea to drink?” his voice echoes in the room as soon as he walks into it. You carefully set the cup down on the dining table and looked at him exasperatedly.

“Haven’t you had too much care to give?” you snark back, earning yourself a disappointed look from him.

“Really, y/n? That’s the best you’ve got?” he shakes his head at your appalling retort. What a shame.

You were good at pissing him off to be fair. You just weren’t in the mood to throw teases back and forth especially now that you’re feeling particularly vulnerable.

The week has been far too dreadful for you and you know that you’re willing to grovel your way into the weekend to finally have the time to slack off, not worry about taking a bath, and just go crazy with a pint of Ben & Jerry’s.

However, just like always, Mathew seems to never run out of ways to get on your nerves.

He carelessly puts his stuff on the table, causing a fairly loud thud on the surface.

You let out a deep breath, massaging your temple.

“Somebody’s cranky.” he grins. Not necessarily the kind you’d want to see from him.

You try to ignore him for a few minutes but you can’t help noticing how his build easily took over much of the space you’ve already been occupying. You irkingly look up at him, closing the book you were reading. You meet Mat’s eyes who just innocently looked back into yours. Waiting. Possibly plotting on yet another sophisticated way to toy with you.

“You’re a child.” you roll your eyes and return to your reading. He says nothing and instead rests his chin atop his enclasped hands, continuing to bother you with his ridiculously beguiling eyes. He presses his lips together before sighing dramatically.

“What?” you snap, finally shutting your book down as you look at him.

“I wanna go out.” he looks up at you in an effort to make his huge physique smaller than it really was.

“Then go out. You’re a big boy.” you breathe.

“You just said that I’m a child.” he coos, mimicking a five-year-old’s voice.

“Stop that.” you glare at him. Mat props himself back and laughs, “Come on. I’m bored.”

You open your book again just as you reply in a tone that Mat’s getting used to hearing. “Boredom doesn’t give you the right to pester me, Barzal.”

And as an exchange, he speaks in the same tone rather mockingly, “And so is that attitude, Y/L/N.”

“Come on, y/n. Let’s go out.” he now pleads, looking up at you with what seems to be his worst impression of a ‘puppy eye’.

“Fine.” you finally concede and you see Mat’s beaming smile instantly.

“Where’d you want to go?” you ask as you take your reading glasses off.

“Dunno.” He shrugs, obviously teasing.

On the edge of being irritated, you say, “Are you kidding me?”

“Grandma.” he mumbles before saying, “Do you have anything you want to do? And please don’t say book hunt.”

You suppress a smile and maintain your composure. “I’m craving for pancakes right now but I also wanna drink. Go to a bar or something.”

He nods in agreement. Already stitching his game plan.

“We can do both.” he bobs his all too fine brows.

He didn’t have a hard time getting you on board with his spontaneity. You actually haven’t gone out in a while and the thought of a possible night out doesn’t seem to be so bad of an idea.

You’ve been with Mat to parties and while the two of you don’t mingle as much as the other guys did, he does know his way around the club. The dance floor, however, he tries. He really does.

For about an hour Mathew waited patiently in the living room as he scrolled endlessly on instagram liking a few photos and laughing at posts the fans tag him occasionally. His eyes were peeled away from the screen when he heard the door to your room click. His irises trail onto your body even if he didn’t plan to originally.

Mathew, albeit dressed simply in his black turtleneck sweater and a beige overcoat exudes just about the right ‘swag’ (as per how he puts it) to stop you in your stupor. Although what you didn’t know was how you weren’t any different in his eyes. You were dressed quite nicely in a black lace bodysuit with a pair of blackpants accentuated by the black boots you usually wear on a night out. Your coat was slung on your forearm whilst you held your clutch purse in your hand so you could close the door with the other.

“What?” you blink just as you look down to eye yourself. Feeling a tad self-conscious under his gaze.

Mat immediately breaks it off. He clears his throat, pretending to wipe off the non-existent dust on the accent table.

“What?” he mirrors with an arched brow.

You shrug off his demeanor, snatching your keys from the accent table before putting it in your purse.

“Have you called a lyft already?” he nods, absentmindedly scratching his temple.

“You ready? You look— decent.” He says, trying to act casual and distant when he gives you the compliment.

Not noticing the unfamiliar look his eyes had, you return the compliment and say, “And so do you. Good job for not looking like you came straight out of an H&M catalogue.” you wink at him with a grin. A thing which was then reciprocated by a deadpan look on his end.

Before he could even come up with yet another clever way to come at you, you start walking towards the door, looking at him once as you motion the way by curling your finger.

“Haul ass, buddy.”

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10:15 PM

Mat decided to bring you to the usual place he goes to when he wants to be alone and just enjoy a couple of beers while he chats with River, the bartender he eventually befriends after years spent drinking in solitude.

The bar had a rustic feel filled with wine barrels in the corner of the room. The seats were leather (mind you, it wasn’t the kind that gets easily worn out through time) and everything looked new to you regardless of all the vintage stuff displayed articulately on the brick wall. A turntable was set on the table stacked with vinyl records, most of which were from the 70s to 80s underneath.

It was obvious that it wasn’t the kind people would know about. Aside from it being located at such a secluded street leading to the suburbs, it wasn’t the type of bar kids would want to hang out in. It only had a few customers and most of them wore suits and came with company. No one really gave a hoot when you walked in with Mathew, aka, the face of the New York Islanders. Which is basically the reason why Mat kept coming back to the place. He felt comfortable and at peace. Almost in retrospect to being at home hanging with his father.

“I can’t believe this place exists.” you say, mouthing your thanks to River as he hands you both of your drinks. The man that’s definitely aged like fine wine smiles, nodding his head over to Mat who was doing the same before he headed back to mix another set of drinks.

“Me neither.” he grins, reminiscing about the time he’s found the small pub by accident.

“This place looks expensive though.” you whisper, making Mathew laugh.

“Well, it kinda is.” he sheepishly chuckles. “River’s filthy rich.”

“Is he really?” your mouth falls and you look back over the build of the old man. The way his salt and pepper hair was neatly slicked back makes quite a compelling case for what Mat had just said.

Mat eventually explains who he was. Apparently, he was just another bored fancy man who happened to love making people drop dead and drunk with his over the top mixes. His dark deep set brown eyes are quite of a crowd favourite too. Case in point, the group of ladies seated from across you and Mathew.

“Hey.” you absentmindedly call on Mat who had just sipped on his drink. “I know what we should do.”

“All right.” he puts the glass down, “Lay it on me.”

“Let’s fix you up with one of the girls over there.” you suggest, leaning towards his body so you could get a better view upfront. Mat does not move and instead follows your finger subtly pointing at the other end of the room.

“What’s with the sudden fixation of getting me bagged tonight, huh?” he smirks, shaking his head at the idea of having to go home with some random girl. You give him a side eye as you move away from him.

“Fixation is an overstatement. We’ll be here long enough for us to get sick of each other.” you explicitly told him.

Mat eyes you intently. Searching if there was even the slightest doubt in your eyes.

Long enough to get sick of each other.

He clears his throat instead and looks across the room. “Which one?”

A gleeful cheer erupts from you just before you look over the girls in question. “What’s your type?” you ask him, not sparing a glance.

Mat looks down on you underneath the bar lights accentuating your features. Your eyes had a certain glint in them that Mat still can’t get a grasp on. Something that was just enough to spark something inside him. He didn’t want to overthink it nonetheless. It must have been just the lights.

Once Mat sensed that you were about to look at him he immediately turned his gaze forward, squinting his eyes a little pretending to check out the women you’ve been eyeing for the last minute.

“I don’t really have a type.” he shrugs, casually taking the fragile glass to his mouth.

You dismiss what he said at once, “Do I look like a child to you? Just answer it.”

Mat shakes his head, “I told you. I don’t have one. If we vibe then we vibe. Simple as that.”

You did not believe him but you decide to drop it off. Instead, you look back and return to your new found mission. Across the bar, seated were three girls busy talking to each other.

“Got it.” you tell Mat, nodding your head towards the clueless girl sitting right across from where Mathew was. “The one in the center.” you add. “The one wearing a white bodycon.”

“She’s pretty.” he nods, validating your taste as his potential wingman. “Nice smile.”

Your hand met a firm slap on the table as you went on cheering for him. “Well? Go then!” you give him a nudge, taking it back quickly when you feel a slight hesitation on his part, “Don’t tell me you need me to introduce you?”

He takes the remainder of his glass and shaked off the kick it had in his throat. “You just sit and watch, babe.”

You do as you’re told and lean towards the bar, your elbow carrying all your weight whilst you sip on your half-full martini.

Mathew’s stance and the way he carries himself immediately caused the girls to notice him coming. Of course, you weren’t really surprised. You watch him approach her,– reading along the words leaving his mouth. There was an exchange of proper ‘hello’s’ as Mat introduced himself to the girls. He reaches out his hand and the curly noirette in the center gives him a firm shake.

Mat’s eyes momentarily locked with yours just as you see their hands linger in the air— tangled long enough for him to make a quick segway. He winks your way as he sees you grin from your seat, shaking your head just after you felt the need to take a deep breath. A thing you assumed to be because of the drink. So, while Mat leads the girl to one of the empty booths and sits across from her, you call on River and ask for another drink.

Mathew must have lost track of time by the second drink he shared with Zoe. He learns that she’s from upstate and was just on the island to visit her friends. She’s still working on her major at NYU; coincidentally in the same field as Lianna so that was one of the things they’ve talked about first hand. She wasn’t really into sports so Mat steered clear of his job because he didn’t want to bore her.

“So…” Zoe smiles and tucks her hair behind her ear. “What’s the deal with you and the girl you’re with?”

By the time she asked about you, only then did Mat remember who he was originally with.

“Oh! She’s—” he looks over to where you’re seated only to find you laughing— no giggling with a man that was obviously a few years older than you. He’s wearing a neat black suit and a button down shirt with a couple of its first buttons opened. Zoe sees him frown, evidently losing his train of thought.

She calls him with her sweet voice, “Mat?”

“Yeah?” he absentmindedly answers, not wanting to take his eyes off of your hand that was now gently pushing the man’s arm whilst the two of you continue to burst into laughter.

“Are you okay?” she asks.

What’s so funny?

Finally, Mat hears Zoe’s distant voice that eventually took him back to his seat.

“Oh. Y-Yeah.” he apologetically smiles. “Sorry. What were you saying again?”

She hesitates to ask about you after taking a quick glance your way upon seeing the way Mathew looked at you. Nevertheless, she decides to go for it.

“Aren’t you two together? I don’t want to come off strong here or anything. It’s just that I don’t want to get in between something if there ever is.”

Mat looks at you one more time and as if you’ve felt his eyes all along you turn your way and meet his gaze. You shoot him a quiet smile, eyeing the guy sitting beside you, mouthing what he assumes to be an exaggerated “So hot!” on your end. He reciprocates your smile and gives you an approving nod.

Once you looked away, that’s the only time Mat finally answered the woman waiting patiently for his attention.

“What?” Mat shakes his head wildly, blowing out air off his lips defensively. “No no no. We’re just friends. She’s my roommate actually.” he shrugs you off his mind and instead tries to put his entire focus on her.

The remaining hours were spent with you and Mat getting along with your respective potential hook-ups. Not that it wasn’t the endgame either of you were hoping for at the back of your minds.

He’s got to admit that Zoe was the kind of girl he’d be interested in. Another fact he’s kept a mental tab not to mention to you because he knows you’ll just get cocky.

She was sweet and obviously eloquent. He knows she’s way smarter than he’ll ever be. But out of all those qualities, she was just as passionate at her craft as someone he likes to think he knows well enough. And that alone made a small smile creep on his lips.

Nonetheless, despite all the aforementioned, Mathew found himself a bit more reserved than he usually is whenever he gets to meet and talk to his potential ‘lady friends’ as how you’ve put it countless times. He just wasn’t his exact self. And he was beginning to question it.

There were no fancy hockey plays thrown subtly into the conversation. Neither mentions of golfing nor over the top league events. No butchered french pet names swiftly tucked in his sentences. And no endless questions that would eventually lead to something along the lines of ‘Do you want to get out of here?’

Well, not until Zoe’s friends got up their seats and she told him herself.

“Hey. The girls and I are meeting up with some friends in Brooklyn. D’ya wanna come?”

Mat’s eyes trail down to her hand now gently caressing his. He raises both his brows thinking of a possible ‘out’ because he wasn’t sure if it was a smart thing to leave you alone with a stranger.

He hums, “Sure.”

Zoe shows him a delighted smile before eventually sliding out of the booth to walk towards the bar she and her friends were formally seated.

“I gotta use the restroom first. Please excuse me.” she gives him a nod before going back to chatting with her friends.

You, on the other hand, see Mat leave the table aiming for an archway you presume to be where the loo was.

“Hey,” you call the man whose name you’ve already forgotten. Your pause was long enough for him to acknowledge the chances that you actually did forget who he was. Obviously.

“Chris.” The man in his early 30s answers with a submitting grin.

You shyly laugh, squeezing his forearm as you try to apologize for forgetting.

“Would you mind if I use the restroom?” you politely ask.

“No, not at all.” he replies and immediately stands to help you get on your feet. Gentleman.

Once you are in front of the men’s room, you anxiously wait for your wingman. You hug your purse close to your chest. Not a whole minute after, the door finally opens and you meet Mat’s irises with quite a gleeful look.

A look he wasn’t a fan of for he knew what’s about to come next.

“Are you taking off?” you eagerly ask, almost hopping on your feet.

Mat eyes you from head to toe, looking for signs that would stink from a drunk y/n. When he sees none, that’s when he decides to say that he was.

“Mkay good. I’ll be on my way too. Chris is taking me to New Jersey.” you tell him, briefly looking through the archway to see if there were people listening.

Once you know you’re clear, you lean towards Mat, your lips dangerously close to the sensitive skin of his ear. Mat feels your heated breath sending a familiar tingle up his spine. “I’ll get to ride a yacht tonight.” you bite your lower lip and giddily smile as if you were a cheeky 16 year-old usually depicted in a coming of age movie.

“Who’s Chris?” Mat, in spite of taking rounds observing you all night, finds the need to ask. “And why are you coming with him to NJ?” he further questions.

“Uh– okay, dad.” you step back for a second. You let out a scoff, checking if he was being serious about it. “I thought we’re supposed to go get laid tonight? Weren’t you about to take off with that girl yourself?”

Mat averts your gaze and starts to scratch the corner of his brow. “Well yeah. It’s just that— he looks sketchy.” he pauses, “plus… isn’t he a little too old for you?”

You roll your eyes as you’ve already expected to hear the words from him.

“He’s 31. He’s not that old.” you say rather defensively so you turn the ball back on his court. “And what if he was? Didn’t you ask one of the moms out??”

Mat’s eyes widens and you try to bite back a laugh. He whispers with a biting tone, trying to save himself. “She didn’t look like one! I’m gonna kill Beau I swear to god.”

“Come on Barz. Don’t be such a killjoy. Text me if you need anything, okay? Wrap things up while you’re at it.” you say at once. Mat doesn’t get the chance to talk you out of such a stupid idea because before he even could, you’ve already planted a kiss on his cheek and started walking away.

Mat waited for the sound of the heavy doors of the bar, signaling that you and your friend have gone, before stepping back to where Zoe was. She waves him near the coat closet.

“Hi.” Mat greets her friends before eventually turning his attention on the unsuspecting lass. She meets her with a smile (just like what she’s been doing all night). The same smile, however, drops the second Mat opens his mouth. “Can I talk to you for a sec?”

Zoe nods and willfully abides, letting Mat take her gently by the arm.

“What’s up?” she innocently asks.

“Something came up.” he says a little too fast than what he’d originally intended. He was going to let her down either way might as well get it over with and rip up the asshole band-aid.

“Oh.” she says in a tone Mat knew that she completely understood.

“No worries.” she looks at him with a knowing look in her eyes. “I’ll see you around then.”

He gives her a kind smile and nods. “Take care.”

Mathew walks towards the bar, catching River’s teasing grin whilst he cleans up after the bottles left on the center of the counter.

“What?” Mat reacts defensively, taking a seat in front of the lone bartender. River faintly shakes his head to leave just enough curiosity in Mathew’s mind.

“You’re such a tool, old man.” the kid says aiming for the cold beer River has put away for himself. River did not mind because he’s grown fond of the star player for the past years he’s spent going on late night drinks at his bar. Years that even justifies a proper amount of time for him to know the in’s and out’s of one Mathew Barzal.

“I haven’t said a thing.” he shrugs amidst the already wide grin on his face.

There’s wisdom in his eyes that Mathew has always admired. He wasn’t the guy who’d want to talk about what’s going on inside his head but with how River’s pub seems to be just the right place, he eventually concedes and takes a shot to pick on the old man’s brain.

“Come on, spill it out. I know you’re going to anyway.” Mat gives in, running his thumb on the moist label of the bottle.

River wipes his hands before resting it atop the counter. “Well, it’s just that– I ain’t used to seeing you turn down ladies like that too often. And you’re definitely not one to stick around watching me clean up.”

Mat stays silent for a moment, as if to gather the exact reason as to why he chose to stay. He still has a long way to go before figuring that one out. He wasn’t exactly as sharp as he was on the ice.

“I don’t know, man.” he chuckles tirelessly, “I guess I wasn’t in the mood. That’s all.”

“You?” River shots a brow and dismisses him, shaking his head. When Mat doesn’t answer, he carefully picks on his choice of words and lays it down carefully for him. After all, Mathew should have known that River was old enough to not know what’s going on.

“Though I gotta be honest with you, hijo. Never imagined you’d bring someone here.” he starts.

What must have been a shot in the dark for the old man was just enough to tear Mathew’s eyes away from staring at the water beads on the bottle.

“What?”

“The girl, Barz.” he says, banging on the head of the bottle to knock the cap off. “She a friend?”

“What? Y/N?” Mat quirks his brows trailing off where River was exactly headed, “What about her?— Oh, her? Yeah, no. She’s just a friend.”

“She pretty.” he speaks in a sound accent, not wanting to let Mat know he’s growing to like catching the young lad off guard. Mathew nods casually despite the continuous blabbering. “She’s y/n. But yeah— I guess, she is pretty.”

“Then what are you doing being just friends with a pretty girl?” River inquires, taking a sip of his beer. When he sees him trying to register what he’d just said he then adds, “Why not be with her? Date her?”

“Psh. What? Date y/n? That’s crazy.” Mat shakes his head furiously, “You’re crazy.”

“What’s so crazy about that?” River takes offense, laughing at the child’s naivete.

“I can’t date her. I mean— I won’t date her.” he takes the bottle to his mouth, taking a large gulp before continuing, “We’re in this weird relationship thing. A setup, actually, and it’s— it’s crazier than dating her. I swear, you of all people won’t get it.”

“What makes you think I can’t?” he smirks, “I’ve had my fair share of crazy.” River points out despite the hesitation in Mat’s eyes. “I got all night, kid.” he adds, letting him have the floor to himself.

“You really want in on this?” he second guesses, not wanting to bore the man with his personal life.

River leans against the brass counter just below the lit rack of vintage scotch displayed on the bar. He then gestures him to give a piece of his mind and Mat finally submits to his offer.

“We’ve been in a few… prior engagements,” he starts trying to find the appropriate word. “Well, sort of.”

River hums, not necessarily getting on the same page as him so he decides to be upfront about it.

“We’ve… slept together.” he confesses.

“So you used to date her?” the old man asks.

“No.” he answers, “I told you we’re just friends.”

With furrowed brows, River takes a minute. And once Mat hears an all too familiar “Oh.” he sees him break a chuckle, shaking his head at the thought of what Mat had just told him. “You kids have way too much fun these days.”

Mathew shrugs, “Hey, I warned you. Told you you wouldn’t get it.”

“Okay, make me understand something here. You two sleep together, fool around, do all that shit.” he says, “and you swear you’re not in a relationship?”

“Nope.” Mat answers with pride, popping out the word with a hard ‘p’.

“Huh.” River clicks his tongue, “How long have you two been… engaged?”

He rolls his eyes when River uses his word, “About two months.” he answers shortly.

“Is she seeing anyone since you two started this thing? You know, casual dates, the ones I presume she’s been getting before you got her into this mess?” he asks him in a tone that only fathers would ever dare to use.

Mat thinks for a moment, trying to recall the last time he’s seen a guy pick you up for dinner besides the old man you’ve successfully bagged for the night. He firmly shakes his head no and simply says, “At least not in my recollection.”

River willfully nods, walking Mat right into the trap. “Well have you been seeing anyone lately?” he asks again, this time slipping a hint of assertion. He hears a crystal clear ‘no’ from the forward and that’s when he broke a goading grin.

“And you’re telling me you two aren’t together?” he asks yet again, getting on Mat's nerves as he continues to flood him with biting queries, building up the final point he was about to break on Mathew.

“Rivs, for the hundredth time, no. We are not.” he clarifies.

Mat watches River pour himself a glass of scotch, still wearing a smug grin. “Imma give you a piece of advice, yeah?” he smiles rather teasingly and doesn’t wait for Mat to rebut, “I’m a happily married man so I don’t know a single squat about dating nowadays, but if you’re telling me that you kids aren’t sleeping with anyone else but yourselves? Looks like a damn relationship to me.”

With his brows all quirked in confusion (and denial in the very least), Mathew gathers all his might just so he could refute whatever madness River was trying to inflict on him and screw him up in the head. But before he could even open his mouth, the sound of the heavy doors was all it took to tear up both River’s and Mat’s attention.

“Hi.” you say the moment you were welcomed by unsuspecting men talking by the bar. River acknowledges you by raising his drink, his gaze landing on Mat the moment yours did.

“Hi.” Mathew mirrors you in an attempt to drown his already racing heart. A smile impending to break loose at any moment but he manages to suppress it. Instead of dealing with his adrenaline, he gestures for you to take a seat beside him.

“Where’s the sugar daddy?” he laughs the moment you drag yourself from across the room, mocking every word he said.

“His wife called when I got into his car.” you cringe.

“Oof. Lovely.” Mat makes the distinct expression on his face just before the two of you share a laugh.

“He’s not very smooth with adultery. He needs more practice.” you casually state sarcastically, clicking your tongue.

As you find the narrative funny, you take a sip on Mathew’s beer. “How are you not drunk? You’ve been drinking way too much the entire night.”

“Well. I’ve got some things to think about—” he cuts himself off upon seeing your mouth ajar, “And no, you’re not allowed to ask because none of it concerns you.”

“I wasn’t going to.” you dismiss him, excusing yourself to River which he gladly took as his cue to leave.

When he disappeared into the kitchen, you turned your gaze on your friend wearing another one of your mischievous grins, “Hey, wanna get pancakes?”

“Y/N, it’s almost 3 AM.” Mat sighs, the tiring night starting to creep up to him.

“So?” you question, swatting his hand away when you catch him checking on his watch.

“Come on. Stop drinking that.” you insist and take the bottle from his hand before putting it over to the side.

The two of you said your goodbyes to the lone bartender who was just starting to clean up again. River gives the two of you a nod of acknowledgement before landing a knowing look on Mathew. One that he’s thankful enough not to be discerned by you.

As you walk alongside Mathew, he unconsciously places a hand on the small of your back— feeling it graze on the fabric of your coat as if to guide you towards the door in an almost romantic type of way. Perhaps, a way someone would behave if they were actually in a relationship.

Mat notices your body tense but he doesn’t move an inch. Instead, his hand travels to the curve of your waist just as he leads you through the brass doors.

Once you’re out on the streets, he lets go.

𖥸

After almost half an hour of fighting over which diner is better to eat and get sober at, you and Mat decide to just try the new diner three blocks from your apartment. Being that it was an ungodly hour, the diner was good as closed when you got in. There were a few people inside and besides the student studying alone in the corner booth, the people lounging in the vacant seats were mostly just staff. Too bad they had to work the grave shift.

Mathew, who was rather preoccupied digging in his breakfast platter, gets interrupted when you call his attention.

“So tell me,” you ask as you take a forkful of syrupy pancake into your mouth. Finally satisfying your cravings. You put the food modestly in the insides of your cheeks when you ask him a question, “What are you like on dates?”

Mat disgustingly looks at you. You easily get what such a look meant and you immediately roll your eyes. You let your hand fall in mid-air amidst still holding a fork in it to prove a point. “I’m not trying to ask you out, dumbass. Don’t be so delusional.”

He puts his silverware down and wipes his mouth with a napkin. “Why the sudden interest?”

“Just curious.” you simply say.

He hums, thinking about how he pulls off a first date. He then clears his throat as he takes you down that road. “First, I’m not bringing her to a 24/7 Diner.” you nearly gag. “She deserves a formal one just in case there won’t be a second date.” he explains.

You sit there, nodding your head every now and then as he further goes on the details of how he’s like on a date. “Of course, I’d put my best foot forward all the time. Talk about her stuff more than mine and make sure she has a good time.”

“Have you ever had a bad first date?” you curiously ask. To which he only answers with a stubborn look on his face, the one only Mat Barzal could pull off. “What? me? I don’t do bad first dates.”

“Oh, fuck off.” you flick his forehead as you laugh. The sound of his laughter echoing in your ears, drowning all the existing noise inside the lone diner.

But as the laughter dies down, Mat catches your eyes as soon as it falls on his. And just like that, there it was again, the exact same glint it had back in the bar. This time, illuminated by the pink shaded light lining up the wall accents of the diner.

When he realizes that he’s been staring for too long, he settles on turning the tables on you.

“How about you?” he props in his seat, “What are you like on dates?”

“You know, apart from the fact that you’re obviously into old men.” he snickers and you throw a curly fry on his forehead.

“Excuse me, I don’t.” you say sticking up for yourself.

Mat takes the curly fry that has fallen on his plate and proceeds to eat it. “Sure you do.”

You roll your eyes, finding it hard to suppress the fact that you might actually do. “There’s a reason why women like old men, chico.”

He leans back and answers with a level headed and quite teasing reply, “And why’s that?”

“Because they’re men.” you look at him with a jerky grin as you continue, “And men, especially of River’s kind, definitely knows how to eat his french fry.”

Mat’s mouth falls wide in disbelief, appalled that you’ve actually found a way to pick up a stone and throw it straight to his face just to rub more salt on the fact that you had to teach a 23-year-old grown man how to eat cunt.

“You’re an ass.” he says, rolling his eyes. You let out a laugh and shake your head. You were proud of yourself, sure; but showing just that is far too much for a boy’s already hurting ego. Who would have known humbling this man was such a task.

“I’m playing! You know how to now.” you tell him, “Thanks to me, of course.”

He scoffs and takes a bite off his pancakes, “Cocky.”

“But you still haven’t answered my question.” he reminds you whilst he wipes off his lips with a napkin.

“There’s not much to tell. You know I’m not high maintenance.” you tell him, ignoring the fact that you haven’t been on an actual date for so long you’re almost sure you’ve forgotten how to be in one.

“I know it’s cheesy and corny but I do think it’s still in the littlest things, you know?” you sigh. Trying to remember the last relationship (date even) you had wherein those little things, the ones that are merely the bare minimum, were actually given to you.

“You know, it’s not much, really. Maybe just a good talk without having to watch him watch me talk all night when he’s really thinking about how I’d look naked, you know what I mean?” you laugh it off, “I know, it’s stupid.”

The arrogant man sitting before you was silent for once, profusely wanting to wash the pool of melancholy he sees in your eyes. There must have been a shit ton of guys who overlooked how great of a woman you actually are just because they couldn’t stop thinking with the head in between their legs even just for a second.

Mathew knows. And he hates that he’s been ‘that’ guy at some point. Probably until now considering him thinking with his balls on was the very thing that got the two of you here in the first place.

You take a deep breath, smiling. “Anyway, that’s better than almost getting with a married man. Right?”

“Right.” Mat laughs, his gray eyes bright under all the lights as he plays with his silverware,— devoid of how much he looked like as if he was utterly and undeniably in awe of not just the energy of the woman sitting in front of him alone nor the fact that she was by far the most unbelievable woman he’s known, but most importantly, he’s yet to realize how much in deep he’s beginning to be for the woman she actually were.

Just as she is.

𖥸

You left the diner a good hour before the sunrise and what must have been a quick five minute drive if you had only taken a cab, became a twenty minute foot race between you and Mathew.

You knew that walking was a bad idea but somehow, Mat’s charm and persuasive antics had a better hold than you thought you had on your very capable cognition.

As you drag your feet into the confines of the elevator in your complex, you hear Mathew chuckling behind you with a firm hand securely placed on your waist supporting your balance.

“You know— and not just ‘cause I’m an athlete, can I just say that you’re in a very bad shape?” he says almost a whisper in your ear, his voice low and deep.

You roll your eyes, leaning on the steel cold mirror once he pulls away, “You do it in heels then tell me who’s in a bad shape.”

“Fair point.” he chuckles yet again, shying away. He presses the number for your floor before resting across from you. As Mat watches you catch your breath, he jokes in the hopes of breaking the ice between the two of you.

“So…” he clicks his tongue, playful eyes looking at you, “Wanna tap?”

Disgusted to your very core, you let out a scoff just as you shake your head. “You’re fucking sick.” you laugh upon meeting his dumb grinning face. Seconds into laughter, Mat’s silence kills off the humor. The two of you exchange glances, the smiles on your faces receding into quietude.

Mathew didn’t want to end the night letting you in the apartment not knowing what he’s been feeling the moment you’ve let him drag you out for an impromptu night out. And stupid as it was, the only thing he could think of was to slide his foot across the enclosed space embracing the two of you, nudging on your boot. You on the one hand were rather puzzled as to what caused such language. You send him a mental query by arching a brow. He lets his head fall back on the cold metal surrounding the elevator finally deciding to speak his truth.

“I’m glad we get to hang out now. You know, just like friends do.” he genuinely says.

“Me too.” you say, smiling. “I really had fun tonight. Thank you.”

As you meet his eyes, you see a glimmer of softness in his gaze.

“Good thing I got bored, eh?” he says with a smirk.

“Good thing I came back for you.” you reply.

A quiet smile parts from his lips.

“Yeah. I’m glad you did.”

It was a few seconds when you and Barzy parted from your respective walls to meet the sliding doors as it opened on your designated floor. You were pulling him closer by the tie of his coat whilst his hand was instinctively placed on your hips letting him press his body on you. Your faces were inches from each other’s, evident of not wanting to prolong the totally unplanned foreplay that’s about to go down in a communal lift.

But just like every film you’ve watched your whole life, the inevitable cliché befalls the two of you when the next words that filled the enclosed walls you’re currently caged in came from the man who has yet to miss a morning jog.

“What the hell is going on here?”

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Whacky Gotham, Goofy New York, and Chaotic Paris.

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7)

Chapter 5: Then Let The Games Begin

•—–—–·†·–—–—•

Soooo, the Batfam is panicking, Gotham's confused as to why Iron Man is flying over Gotham like a madman, and Maria is with two of Gotham's Sirens (but only Ivy and Harley know this) having a wonderful time playing with Bud and Lou.

Let's start with the Sirens.

Harley is watching over Maria and Tikki as they sleep with Bud and Lou, Ivy walkes over to sit next to Harley, handing her a cup of tea.

"So, what's the diagnosis?" - Ivy

"She has some sort of trauma, has class issues... and handles more than she should, but still does everythin', on top of bein' a hero. She's been through some sh-t Pam." Yeah Harley may have found out Maria's a hero (if the tiny god and magic were anything to go by).

"Is she alone?" - Ivy

"No, thankfully, she has supportive parents, and friends that aren't little sh-ts. I think they're also heroes, she also has a lot, and I a mean A LOT of pent up emotions, she doesn't show anythin' negative, only positive things. She seems to shrink in on herself if she thinks she does somethin' wrong. Pam, we both know there's a limit to how much crap a person can take before they snap, and she's such a sweet kid. There has to be somethin' we can do to help her Ives." Ok she found out alot, but in Marias' defense, they have trustworthy souls, and they were the only other people (besides her friends) that she talked to about it, yes she had her Maman and Uncle to talk about hero stuff, but for the stuff her class does, she only ever vented (without being negative) to her friends.

"Her class is visiting the Botanical Gardens in three days, and it's a 2 part tour, so we can see just what's going on. If it's bad then we scare them a bit, if it's bad bad... they can handle a few slightly poisonous plants right?" - Ivy

"God I love the way ya think Ives, do ya think she can stay with us? I mean look at how cute she is with Bud and Lou... Oh my god, she's cuddlin' dem, and ya gave her a flower crown, how'd I miss that?! Where's the camera?"

Harley took a picture to remind her of this wonderful moment. As Ivy and Harley looked at the picture, they both promised to keep Maria safe, and maybe become sorta kinda-ish parents to her while she's in Gotham.

•—–·Now back to the Bat-Chaos Bat-Cave·–—•

Tim took over the chair and was now searching the possible locations with Jarvis, Damian was sitting on a different chair, trying to act cool, but he wouldn't stop looking over at Tim, to see his progress. Bruce was talking over the comms with Tony. Dick and Jason, weren't helping (they kept feeding each other worse and worse ideas of what could have happened to Maria). Then they heard Jarvis speak.

"I have found the most likely area Ms. Dupain-Cheng would be in. Her phone died about 56 blocks away from her hotel, if we don't count kidnapping, or murder, she would have thought about asking for directions, but may have decided not to considering the city she is in. So that leaves us with a possible 15-25 mile radius from her last known location. I think it best to divide into groups of two, have Oracle stay and update you if anything on security, and or traffic cameras happens. Bruce will be with Tony, Dick will go with Tim, and Jason will go with Damain to search within the area. Stephanie and Cassandra will search around a 5 mile radius near Wayne hotel." as Jarvis continued to explain the other details, the Batfam began to suit up, Batman met up with Iron Man, and they took the North area, Nightwing and Red Robin took the East area, while Red Hood and Robin searched the South. Steph and Cass were on foot in civilian clothes, searching the West area they were assigned.

They searched for the whole day, and came up with nothing. Until Oracle saw a video from a traffic cam around 9pm, 15 blocks away from where her phone died. She called it in and everyone went back to the cave. Once everyone was at the Bat-Computer, Oracle pressed play, the cameras didn't have sound, and it wasn't close enough to see if she was ok.

They watched as she went to an overgrown parking lot and sat down. She was looking down at the ground, and that's when they spotted two figures round the corner and spot her. They watched as the two figures approach Maria, and saw the startled reaction she had. They realized it was Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy that were talking to her, then they saw Maria collapse. They watched as Harley made sure she was ok, looking over to Ivy before looking back to Maria and picking her up. The last thing they saw, was Maria being carried away by two of Gothams' most dangerous rouges, but now they knew where to look next.

•—–· Back to Ivy and Harley ·–—•

Harley continued to take adorable pictures of the children.

"God, they're so f-ckin' cute!" - Harley for the 20th time

As Ivy continued to watch while caring for her plants, Catwoman walked in.

"Hey girls, got the stuff for movie night, so what are we- Holy mother of cats! He adopted another f-cking child didn't he! Where the hell does he keep finding them?! 7 was ment to be the god DAMN LIMIT!!!" - Catwoman

Maria jumped at the sudden shouting and may have accidentally summoned a yo-yo (one made useing creation magic and protection magic) before saying.

"Tikki where's the akuma?! How long was I out?! Forget it Tikki spot-" she then realized she wasn't in Paris, and seeing a new face, she also realized she just spilled her secret to another person within the same day... kinda

"Fffffffffffudge sunday that fell on the pavement!" - Maria shouted in baker profanities

"That's not how ya curse sweetheart. It should go more like-" Harley was cut off by a vine Ivy had summoned.

"Harley, cursing makes the plants sad, you know this." - Ivy said removing the vine

Harley just walked over to Maria and whipsered it in her ear.

"You're supposed to say it more like this, ' ..... .... ... .. ....... .. ... .....' ok?" - Harley ended with a big smile

"... I will never see this world in the same frickin' light ever again." - Maria

"ehh close enough." - Harley

"Can someone please tell me, WTH is going on here, on our special girls day off?!" - Catwoman

"She is a new member of the Sirens as of today, and as a member, she's unda our protection, so effective immediately." - Harley

"Cool." - Maria

"Harley." - Ivy

"Wut... first things first, if she is going to join, she needs to be very flexible, know how to fight, and be incredibly intelligent." - Catwoman

"She beat Ed's @ss with a gun pointed at her, and solved every riddle with ease, so I'm positive she'll be an amazin' addition to the team." - Harley

'God she sounds like a new mother now' "But we don't know how good her flexibility is." - Catwoman

"I know, hey Maria, ya wanna do some tricks with me, of course we need to stretch first, but do ya wanna give it a go?" - Harley

"Sure." - Maria

Ivy and Catwoman sat down on a couch a few feet away from where Maria and Harley stood in the empty part of the building. They started out with stretches, and to Catwoman's surprise (and Harley's delight) Maria copied Harleys streches perfectly.

"Ok, now that that's done, we'll start with some cartwheels, then move on to flips, then handsprings and so on." - Harley

Maria gave Harley a nod... and they were off... literally, Harley did a cartwheel into a handspring, and a few backflips, Maria executed it flawlessly. Harley did some more complicated gymnastics tricks, and Maria did it, Harley did triple backflips going into a cartwheel, into a summersault, and Maria did that perfectly as well. This went on until both Harley and Maria were slightly out of breath, both having massive smiles on their faces.

"Ives, please let her join, she's like a mini me." - Harley then hugged Maria and they somehow both tripled in cuteness as they both did puppy (or Puss In Boots style) eyes at Catwoman and Ivy.

"Sure Harley." - Ivy said walking over to give Harley a small kiss on the cheek.

"Okay... but she doesn't have a costume yet, and she still has to think of a name for herself." - Catwoman

"Is a mouse good, like a mouse themed costume, that or a Turtle themed one. What do you think Harley?" - Maria

"Mmmm, I like that with the mouse you can always toy with Cat, ya know, cat an' mouse stuff, turtle seems... weird even fawh Gotham, so personally I would pick mouse, just because of the cheesy jokes you could do." - Harley

"Very funny, ok then, give me a moment." Maria then reached out her hand, her eyes then started to glow an icy blue, and a small portal opened in front of her, she reached in and pulled out a small pendant necklace. After she put it on a small mouce appeared and greated itself, Marias' eyes going back to normal after closing the portal.

"Hello I'm Mullo, nice to meet you all."

"Omg omg omg, It's soooo f-ckin' CUTE!" - Harley

"Best to assume all of them are extremely cute Harls." - Ivy

"What the Hell did I miss in the week I was gone?!" - Catwoman

"Ehh, not much, oh but Iron Man did fly aroun' Gotham a few times earlier this mornin' like a madman." - Harley

"Oh sh-t." - Maria

"Maria are ya ok? That was ya first official proper curse in my presence." Harley said looking over to the girl.

"He's gonna kill me." - Maria

"Wait, what do you mean Marigold?" - Ivy

"... He's my Uncle, and I never got to text him I was ok, since my phone died before I met you." - Maria

"Hey, I'm sure he'll understand, now what are we watchin'?" - Harley

"I think we have more important matters other than movies at the moment!" - Catwoman

"Ok, Me Myself and Irene it is." - Harley

"No! You basically kidnapped Iron Mans' NIECE!!!" - Catwoman

"Technically, she fainted and us bein' the good Gothamites we are, decided to take her with us, to make sure she was a-okay." - Harley

"I'm ganna need more than just a six pack of soda to get me through this... Just put the movie on already." - Catwoman

Catwoman sat at the far left end of the couch, next to her sat Ivy, then Maria, and then Harley, Bud and Lou by their feet. All of them sharing one big blanket (Becuase if Iron Man did show up, or any of the birds, then Maria was in a protective burrito and they may not see her right away) and they started the movie.

•—–·–—•

"Oh god, the poor cow." - Maria

.........

"Hahahaha, he stuck a whole f-ckin' chicken head in that guys @ss" - Harley

"The poor chicken." - Maria

"Maria you don't want to see this part." - Ivy then lightly covered her eyes for the ehem, chicken extraction.

.........

"Anyone up for another movie?" - Harley

"That depends." - Ivy

"Any suggestions Cat?" - Harley looked across to the other end of the couch to see Catwoman already sleeping.

"She took her cat-nap already? Seriously?" - Harley

"... What about Pirates of The Caribbean?" - Maria

"I'm good with that." - Ivy

And they started the next movie, Maria was happy, it felt like when her maman and papa would sleep with her when she made a pillow fort. It was a loving atmosphere, it felt safe, and nothing could ruin it. Marias' eyes became heavy, and she leaned her head on Harleys' shoulder, falling asleep after a few minutes.

Ivy paused the move looking over to see both Harley and Maria sleeping, soon Ivy also fell asleep in the comfortable silence.

…………………………

Around an hour later Maria woke up in a panic, she had a nightmare, and kept looking around frantically for someone with tears running down her face.

"What's the matter hun?" - Harley said looking around to see if someone had gotten in. When she looked back at Maria she saw that she was crying.

"What happened?" Harley asked in a kind voice that was filled with motherly love.

"I, just *hic* had a bad dream that's *hic* all, I'm fine." - Maira said trying to wipe the tears away.

"You're ok, I promise nothin's goin' to happen to ya as long as Ivy and I are here, ok hun?" - Harley hugged Maria, and she could feel the girl let out a few more sobs, and quick breathes.

"Thanks Maman." Maria didn't even realize what she had said, it just felt natural for her to say it.

"You're welcome hun." 'Omg I'm gonna cry, she called me maman!' Harley rubbed small circles over Marias' back, and began humming until she fell asleep, she continued to hug Maria until she also fell asleep.

•—–· Back to the Chaos Bat-Cave ·–—•

"What do you mean she's with two of Gotham City's Sirens?!" - Tony

"Tony, calm down, I'll call Selina, she can talk to them and get this all sorted out." - Bruce

"Your fiancee is a Gotham Siren too?! Why didn't you tell me?!" - Tony

"Why isn't she picking up? And unlike some people, this family doesn't like outing our secret identities... on live TV." - Bruce

"Oh well excuse me for not keeping my secret identity a SECRET!" - Tony

"I'll try calling her one more time." - Bruce

"Bruce, it's 3am. Who in their right mind ever stays up this late.... aside from this family." - Tim with a giant coffee mug in hand.

"... I'll just call her one more time." Bruce then connected it to the Bat-Computer so everyone could hear.

•—–· Back to the Sirens ·–—•

Catwoman's phone is ringing like crazy, waking everyone up, including a tired, annoyed, and confused Selina.

"Wth does he want at 3 in the morning?!" - Selina

"Just answer it so we can keep sleepin'." - Harley still hugging Maria

"I'm putting it on speaker, so you lot can testify against his @ss in court, for disturbing the peace."

•—–· Over to Batsy ·–—•

"Selina I need to ask-"

"WHAT THE F-CKING HELL DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND ABOUT A GOOD NIGHTS REST!" - Selina

"Oooooh, she sounds pissed Bruce." - Jason

"I'm sorry to call you at this hour, but we need to find a girl that looks just like every single one of my other kids." - Bruce

"Bruce... I thought we agreed that 7 kids was. the. f-cking. limit." - Selina

•—–· Back to the Sirens ·–—•

Selina looked over to Maria before muting the speaker.

"Do you want them to know you're here Kitten?" - Selina

"... I'm tired, I haven't had coffee, I have no filter, so f-ck it, act like you never saw me today, and let them drown in chaos. " - Maria

"I think I like filter less Maria." - Harley

"Okay." Selina shrugged her shoulders and then un-muted her phone, putting it back on speaker mode.

"Where was she last seen?" - Selina

"She was last seen with Harley and Poison Ivy, I want you to see if she's still with them." - Bruce

Selina looked over to Maria and Harley, both of them shook their heads with mischievous grins.

"I've been with them all day, and I haven't once seen a girl that looks like your kids. Now can I go back to sleep, and forget this ever happened?" - Selina

"WHERE IS MY NIECE!!!" - Tony

"Oh, hey Tony, didn't know you were there, don't know who, or where your niece is, but good luck trying to find her. Oh and Bruce, I'm shutting my phone off so you don't keep calling till the butt crack of dawn. And congrats it's now 4am. you owe me a lunch date, uh-ba-bye." Selina then hung up her phone and turned it off.

"That went pretty well if you ask me, now I'm going back to sleep." - Selina

•—–· Back to Batsy ·–—•

The room was silent for a few minutes before Jason spoke up.

"Does that mean that Pixiepop ran away and is even more lost now?!" - Jason

"Oh god, what do we do, what if she got hurt?!" - Dick

"What if she got kidnapped?!" - Jason

"What if she's with a big time Gotham Villain?!" - Dick

"... What if she got more coffee?" - Tim

"Oh Hell No" - Jason/Dick

"... Lets all go to sleep, and when we wake up, we'll head over to their base and double check. She could've just said that because I called her at 3am." - Bruce

"But my niece is still out there!" - Tony

"You're going to sleep Tony." - Pepper then dragged Tony to his room.

•—–· Back to Maria ·–—•

Selina went to a different part of the building, where Maria assumed the bedrooms were. Ivy had gone to the greenhouse to be with the plants, and now it was just her and Harley left on the couch, and she couldn't sleep.

"... Harley?" - Maria

"Yeah hun?" - Harley

"I can't sleep." - Maria

"Well, watcha wanna do till ya get tired?" Harley asked sitting up a little straighter to get a better look at Maria.

Maria gave a sly smile, and looked Harley in the eyes "Want to go free-running on the rooftops?"

"... Alright, but lets get some coffee, and a snack in us first." - Harley gave her a side hug, before getting up to go make the coffee, and grab some snacks.

After they had their coffee, they climbed to the roof of the base. Harley was in her outfit, bat in hand and ready to do some bonding.

"So, how does ya outfit work?" - Harley

"Like so, ready Mullo?" - Maria

"Yes Maria" - Mullo

"Ok, Mullo, Get Squeaky!" A bright light flashes, and when Harley could see again, Maria was in a dark gray suit, wearing black knee high boots, with a strip of pink at the knee, and black elbow length gloves with the same pink strip at her elbow. Her mask was a slightly lighter gray on the top part, and pink on the bottom. Her hair was pulled into two buns with pink ribbons that faded to gray, and to black at the very tip. Her jump rope around her waist forming a tail going just below the back of her knees.

"Just when I think ya can't get any more adorable. So what should I call ya?" - Harley

"You can call me Multimouse." - Maria

Soon they were racing and doing tricks off different roofs, they were really enjoying themselves. From one of the roofs they heard a commotion in one of the alleys, when they looked down they saw a man holding a woman at gunpoint.

"Not good, seems like he's got issues, probably lost his lover, most likely has additions to drugs and alcohol, and seems to be a little tipsy." - Harley

"I've got a plan." - Multimouse

…………

Multimouse droped a little way behind the guy, grabbing his attention while Harley got the lady to safety.

"You know there's a help center two blocks from here that would be more than willing to help you." - Multimouse

The crook just raised his gun to her trying to keep it steady as he spoke.

"Give me all your money little girl, or else I'll hurt you."

"1. That's not how you hold a gun. 2. That is no way to treat any girl. and 3. Instead of money, I'll give you my jump rope." - Multimouse

"Why the hell would I want your jump rope, that thing looks worthless." the crook lowered his guard enough as Multimouse pretended to hand over her jump rope, only to use it in a quick motion to dismarm the man, as Harley promptly knocked him out with one swing.

"Lets neva have ya at gunpoint again, okay hun? I'm afraid my heart can't take it." - Harley said while tying the crook to a lamppost.

"Sorry, but it was the best idea I could come up with at the moment, besides, any guy with a gun would feel like they have the upper hand if they're facing a random little girl with a jump rope, rather than Gothams' Harley Quinn with a bat." - Multimouse

"Sadly I'm just too popular with the kiddos on the street." - Harley

…………

They continued to stop a few more muggers on the way back to the base, and when they got back they peaked around the corner to see the whole Batfam plus Iron Man talking with Ivy and Selina.

"How much you want to bet we can get back out before they see us?" - Whispering Multimouse

"... Lets try hidin' in the kitchen." - Whispering Harley

As they tried to sneak by (still in their costumes) Selina just walks over and draggs them to the group.

"Here, now let me sleep!" - Selina

"Dang it Selina we wanted tah see just how long we could hide out in the kitchen!" - Harley

Selina did a double take now realizing they both went out.

"... You didn't." - Selina

"We wanted tah go free-runnin'! So what?" - Harley

"She could've gotten hurt Harls." - Ivy

"My suits magic, I am invulnerable to bullets, normal magic, swords, knifes, anything staby staby, and I can withstand any temperature in it." Multimouse said with a slight pout.

"Hold up, is she a magical girl?" - Red Hood in the background

When Selina let go both Harley and Multimouse went behind Ivy for protection.

"We can still make a run for it." - Harley whispered to Multimouse

"... Ok, I'll meet you on the roof." - Whispering Multimouse

Harley gave a nod as she slowly inched her wasy closer to the door that lead to the roof, as she saw Iron Man approach Multimouse.

"Please get out of your suit, we need to talk about why you're here-" - Iron Man

"Multitute!" - Multimouse

Harley then saw Multimouse shrink into dozens of tiny little versions of herself as her clones spread out in all directions, one of which was heading right for her.

"Wth, you never told us she could use magic!" - Red Robin

Harley picked her up, and slipped through the door without anyone noticing.

"That was great, but how do ya get back tuh normal size?" - Harley

"Simple, I just merge back with my clones." As she said this, all her clones came back, and she merged with herself, becoming normal sized again.

"Where to?" - Multimouse

………… So now The Batfam is trying to find many long gone Mini-Multimouses, and Harley seems to have disappeared with her. Harley and Multimouse are now running over the roofs, heading for Wayne Manor.

"So why are we going to Wayne Manor?" - Multimouse

"Because, Batsy will neva think of lookin' for us at his own home, at least not fawh a little while." - Harley

When they arrived at the Manor, Multimouse de-transformed as Harley knocked on the door.

"Ms. Quinn, Ms. Maria, pleasure to see you here, please come in." - Alfred

"Are any of the bat-birds here?" - Harley

"Ms. Barbara, Ms. Stephanie, and Ms. Cassandra are the only ones here at the moment." - Alfred

"Do ya think you can keep us bein' here a secret from Batsy?" - Harley

"Harley? What are you doing here with Maria?" - Barbara

"It seems that Ms. Harley and Ms. Maria are now playing hide and seek with the rest of the family." - Alfred

"Did someone say hide and seek?" - Steph

"Yes, so could we maybe try and keep this a secret from everyone else, please?" - Maria

"Sure, it was starting to get boring around here. We can all hide in the living room no one ever use. Barbara you show them the way, I'll get the food/drinks and boardgames." - Steph

"Is this alright with you Alfred?" Maria

"It's all right Ms. Maria, you can hide out in the old living room." - Alfred

"Thanks Alfie, ya the best." - Harley

"Thank you Alfred." - Maria

"Ok then, follow me." - Barbara

…………

In the old living room, Harley, Maria, Barbara, Steph, and Cass began to formulate a plan.

"Ok, so the best way for them to never find you is to have your phone off, stay away from any and all cameras, and show your face to no one." - Steph

"So, do you have anything in mind that you might want to do?" - Barbara

"Can we put them on a wild goose chase?" - Maria

Cass nodded to Marias' suggestion approvingly.

"I can hack a few traffic cams to help with that." - Barbara

"We can also throw in some useless hints, to throw dem even further off our scent." - Harley

"Good idea Harley." - Barbara

"Thanks, but how long do ya think we should make it last?" - Harley

"As long as Maria wants it to." - Barbara

"Then let the games begin." - Maria.

•—–—–·†·–—–—•

Chapter 5 complete. Hope everyone is stayin' safe, Rockin' those Positive Vibes, and havin' an absolutely wonderful day. BUG-OUT 🐞💮🐞

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