#People in the country are nosy fuckers but not in the way you think

[ryanthedemiboy]

Also, people in the country tend to ask questions sparingly — two single sisters living together for decades? Sure. Two male best friends sharing a farm? Awesome. Next.

You know what? Destroy the "people in rural areas are all ignorant conservatives" stereotype and start mocking the "trad"/anti-feminist/neonazi people that are obsessed with rural areas despite having never been to one

[cbk1000]

You know it’s funny - I thought I would be angrier but honestly I’m just so tired and numb. I like in California there’s a bit of a safer space but to think that half the country would vote for this man …. To think that republicans control the whole government. I’m honestly scared of what they’ll do. Of what they’ll try to repeal and change.

I've never wanted to be wrong so badly in my life, but I was saying in private conversations months ago that I was worried he was going to win. Not in a vague, existential, this-might-happen-because-he's-one-of-the-candidates kind of way, but in the I-hope-to-God-I'm-wrong-but-I-think-he's-going-to-win sense. I didn’t want to fully, out-loud admit to it and speak that evil into the world, but if I'm being completely honest, I would have been very surprised to see Harris win.

So because I was braced for it in a way I absolutely was not in 2016, I am disgusted and angry but I am not surprised, and I am not grieving. I'm enraged that this country didn't prove me wrong, didn't prove that it's better, collectively, than I thought, and as someone who has read a lot of history, I am obviously extremely concerned about our future.

But mostly I'm just fucking mad. Fuckwits like Trump and Elon Musk and couch-fucker don't get to win. They don't get to tell us what to do with our bodies or who to love or how to identify or live.

We are not babies, we are not helpless, and we do not have to sit and watch in passive horror as they do whatever they want. Fuck them, and fuck the people who empowered them. There are still millions of us who are not going to ride their theocratic boner back to the Dark Ages. Many of our parents and grandparents had to fight for civil rights; we will have to do the same. This has always been a cyclical battle, all throughout history. We have always had to fight the same battles over and over again, because there will always be some nosy dickhead who can't stand the fact that people are doing things they don't approve of. It is exhausting and disheartening to keep repeating this; but we do keep repeating it, because all throughout history people have always deemed it worth fighting for these rights over and over again. There are still enough of us who will keep doing that. There will always be enough of us.

[the-anxious-stargazer]

Chapter 1: Who's This One?

Summary: Y/N is an acquaintance of Natasha during her time in Budapest with Clint. What happens when she notices someone stumbling upon her old apartment and confronts the person?

Words: 5.4k

Warnings: brief mentions of violence and cursing

Translation:

болтун - Blabbermouth

мудак - Asshole

Я хорошо тебя понимаю - I understand you well

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"See who the intruder is. Romanoff or not, kill the nosy fucker."

Those were the words she was given by the boss. She was way too familiar with the name mentioned to her because of how funny her story was when she met the Black Widow. Y/N played the dangerous life of letting her and the man she was with go when she was in pursuit of them. A bounty had been put on both of their heads after the supposed death of General Dreykov happened and his 'business' partners did not take the problem lightly. So she was hired by of them to deal with the people responsible and she was fortunate to find where they hid. Yet even if she liked the money she'd get if she killed the two, Dreykov's death was more fascinating to her. Y/N never met the man, but the stories she had heard about him and how he takes orphaned or sold babies and uses them as his weapons for power disgusted her. So she proposed buying Natasha and Barton some time to flee the country and wanted nothing in return. Though her motives were speculative at that time the two had no time to be questionable of her and took her word and were never heard since. That was until the battle in New York happened.

But even if that was years ago, the bounty was still up and now she was on her way to where the redhead was settling when she temporarily lived here.

Casually she had greeted the locals nearby by smiling at them. Some smiled back and others send a nod. Y/N already took what message they were trying to say and hovered her hand where her pistol was when she reached the floor through the elevator. Warily she gave attention to her surroundings and tried her best to walk as quietly as she could, but curses those combat boots she had worn. There were many shoes she could have chosen and yet she decided to be stylish today. She stopped by the door of the apartment and heard faint shuffling inside. Her hands went to find her lockpick and unlocked the door with ease before she picked up her gun and held it securely. Y/N took a deep breath to ready herself before carefully placing her hand by the doorknob and twisting it.

"I don't think loitering around is a good idea." A voice was heard as she enters the apartment with her attention focused around her and closed the door quietly behind her with her foot.

Y/N kept herself from commenting and stayed alert. Her grasp stayed on her weapon as she cautiously walks closer to the source of the voice. The hallway was empty as she scanned each corner of it and saw nothing but fake paintings hanging by the walls and cheap paint slightly peeling off the cement. It was unnaturally quiet. Tension rose in the room as she calculated the number of scenarios that could happen. A directed look was done on the first two doors she had passed and had no sign of anyone. One room looked like a small guest bedroom and a walk-in closet while the second room seemed to be a hidden armory as various types of guns were displayed on the wall neatly.

"Not a talker I guess?" She knew it wasn't a question.

And how ironic her statement was.

Before she could walk any further to the next room, a sudden force had pushed her to her side and pinned her to the closest wall. Y/N's gun was slapped away from her hold and she felt another one being pressed by her temple. An arm had uncomfortably pressed by her neck while the other was on the gun that had been aimed at her head. The metal was cold as it rested on her temple and the hold on her arm was tight. Y/N had her hands on the very arm that choked her. Though it was unprofessional of her, the unexpected laugh she emitted contrasted with the situation she had been placed in and finally had a glimpse of her attacker.

A blondie.

"You're not Natasha." Y/N dictated with an amused tone and smirked at the woman before her.

"Who do you work for?" The blonde demands as she continues to have her pistol on her head with determination glistening in her eyes. Even if she knew this woman was serious, she couldn't help herself find humor in it.

But she wasn't dumb enough to ignore how much charm this blonde woman had.

Hazel eyes stared at her closely as she observes her attacker's appearance. It was almost brown if it’s not noticed, but they lean more toward a darker shade of green. Round face, thin pink lips that looked a little dry but not too bothersome to look at, ears had gold piercings and her voice was sharp and had a familiar accent that had taken her back to the first time she met Natasha. She stood not too tall from the mercenary, but maybe she only towered by an inch or two. Y/N would have been frozen if she had met her on a different occasion. Assuming how old this woman was, she looked relatively younger than her but not too young. Probably two to three years younger than she was.

"Oh, that's a matter of debate right now." She answers dryly while expressing a wondering face with a hum.

Y/N wasn't lying. Technically if she were to be caught fleeing with the famous Black Widow unharmed, she would be a new favorite target. Especially for Edzel. The boss' persistence had been something that had been greatly observed during her time operating in his empire. She had already orchestrated her getaways and contacts to reach if she were to set off a new life and had the resources to supply herself for as long as she pleased. But something tells Y/N that she had unfinished business with Natasha. If she were to show up as how she had been expected to be then maybe there's something better for her to do than hide. Her father didn't raise a coward.

"Well, I guess I will take you out." Y/N's eyebrow quirk at her. She quickly landed her knee on her attacker's rib and was released from the lock. The opportunity let her go and try grabbing her gun back from the ground,

But fate was not on her side as a bullet landed near where her hand had been before she pulled it away when she heard the gunshot. Y/N's eyes darted back to her foe with her weapon following any of her moves.

"On a date or with that gun?" The woman furrowed her eyes with her stance wide. She slowly stood back up.

"I mean I don't mind going on a date." Y/N verified.

Her words had troubled the blonde and as an opening, she then kicked the weapon from her hand. Y/N then reached her gun and quickly aimed at her but she beat her to it and spun around her before knocking her feet from behind with her weapon sliding further away. Pain greeted her when her back landed on the ground with a thud. A groan slipped out from her lips and when she opened her eyes a fist was making its way to her face and immediately she turned to her side to dodge the attack. She then pushed herself up from the ground and offered a mischievous smile at the woman with both of their guards unfazed. Judging from the fighting style she had, it felt too familiar. When her mind finally picked up who she thought of, her eyes widened and she stared at the blonde in front of her.

"Another widow, huh?" Her realization caught up to her.

"The spin gave it away," Y/N added to her statement and saw the reaction her foe made. The woman narrowed her eyes when she realized her identity has been breached.

Before she could talk further, she was then caught off guard when the blonde jumped on her and went to the familiar strategy to use her body weight to fall. Y/N had lied back on the ground with both of her arms being pressed to the floor by the widow in one hand. She learned fast that the blonde was straddling her waist and looked at her with a pained expression.

"болтун (Blabbermouth). I take back what I said."

Y/N was then punched out of her consciousness.

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Y/N slowly woke up to a voice nearby though it was muffled. Y/N didn't rush herself to get a grasp of the situation; before she could try to think any further pain had popped into her head. Moaning her discomfort was able to catch the attention of the source of the voice she heard earlier. Gradually the footsteps she was hearing got clearer than earlier. They weren't heavy steps. Almost as light as a cat. Y/N attempted to remember what had happened before she blacked out, but the headache she experienced countered it. Mentally she cursed at it.

"You know her?" Someone had asked, almost sounding too shocked to believe.

She didn't pay much attention to what their conversation was about, but as she got a hold of her consciousness Y/N realized her arms were tied behind her back by something. From the way she felt the material, it seemed to be some type of cloth. Her feet suffered the same treatment. Delicate hands were placed on her shoulder and heard another voice call her name.

"Y/N?"

"Gosh, how much did I drink..." She wondered as she slowly opened her eyes and felt a buzzing headache accompanying her wake.

"You weren't drunk, you were hit in the head too hard."

The voice was too familiar. Y/N furrowed her eyebrows as she focused her vision on the person crouching in front of her by blinking multiple times and saw the redhead she had been waiting to see again. Her hair had been tied to a braid and a bit clean and almost the same as it was years ago. Green eyes bore at her and they were unreadable, she couldn't figure if she was happy to see her again.

"What in the- Romanoff?" Her tone was truthful to be surprised on seeing her.

Natasha offered her signature smirk to the woman after receiving her reaction and went to grab something behind her back, almost like she was hugging her. Y/N recognized that she was trying to untie her hands. She looked around her surroundings to see that she was in another room. A big closet room. Though even in the dim setting she was in she saw a familiar blonde standing by a tall wardrobe and carefully watched the woman helping her. Her eyes widened when the moments earlier finally came back to her. Y/N then turned her head back to Natasha who was able to get her ties off from her hands and stood up.

"You do realize that bounty is still up, right?" She had to make it known. Y/N was now worried that since Natasha was here meant there would be more trouble.

"I'm not dumb enough to go here, Y/N. Of course, I knew." Romanoff simply stated.

"Bounty?"

"I mean she is still wanted for blowing the shit out of Dreykov. I'm sure that's been mentioned already." The woman reminded them of what happened the last time Natasha was here while getting the ties on her feet loose.

She saw the blonde scoff at them as she finished stuffing clothes in a satchel.

"You two actually believe that he is dead." She heard the other widow state as she leave the room with her bag.

The statement woke her up. 'Dreykov is alive? Y/N thought as she stood up and followed Natasha who tailed the blonde. 'If he was alive then why was the bounty still up?' She continued inside her head and couldn't help herself feel stupid about being played by her 'Boss' or maybe he didn't know that he was alive either. That man was as stupid as a cow and was only feared because of his power and resources. Y/N silently swore to beat the shit out of the boss once she's able to settle her current situation and also come after the rest of his links. It was for the best to exterminate everyone who associated with him to prevent a vengeance story for someone.

Now that she thought about it, it was time to execute her plan in case she was caught for letting Natasha and Clint go.

The other woman had led them to the hidden armory she saw earlier when she entered the apartment.

"Who's this one?" Y/N referred to the other widow she stood up against earlier. She heard Natasha let out a sigh before answering calmly,

"She's my sister."

Y/N stopped her track and looked between them both, trying to see the resemblance of the two, and saw Natasha's sister roll her eyes at her before she tried to stuff some ammo in her bag. 'They couldn't be related, could they?' She doubted as she rubbed her eyes and uttered profanities in Hungarian when she felt a sudden jolt of pain in that area. Y/N then looked back to the blonde who innocently smiled at her.

"Very funny, blonde widow." She grunted.

"The name is Yelena, мудак (Asshole)," Yelena informed her with a sassy intuition. Little did she know that Y/N knew exactly what she just said. She then rolled her eyes at the nickname she called her and snapped back.

"Я хорошо тебя понимаю (I understand you well). And for the record, I don't remember saying our names while we were busy pouncing at each other." It was Natasha's turn to roll her eyes at their immature behavior.

"Shut up both of you, what do you mean we believe Dreykov is dead? I killed him." She clarifies to her sister who scoffed at her. Y/N then went back to the area where they fought earlier and tried to look for the gun that was forcefully disarmed from her. Though as much as he was busy searching for it she silently listened to the two widows talking.

"We rigged bombs."

"Who's we?" Yelena asked, emphasizing the last word.

"Clint Barton. Killing Dreykov was the final step in my defection to Shield." Natasha informed her, "Simple as that?" The blonde asked her further and suddenly there was a pause between them. Y/N smirked when she saw the presence of her weapon and picked it up with care. She then heard the redhead say something to her sister before walking to another room.

"Simple as in blowing up a five-story building and having a shoot-out with the Hungarian forces," Y/N responded to her as she checked her pistol in case it was still loaded while tailing Natasha from behind.

"Took Barton and I ten days to get out of Budapest. Probably longer if it wasn't for Y/N's help." The older widow continues.

"And you three checked the body to confirm the kill?" Yelena pried.

Both of them witness Natasha take a shot of vodka. Y/N already knew what she was going to answer because of how much time she and the rest of the other mercenaries she worked with came looking for the damn corpse. She thinks back to how much disappointment she earned from the boss that day. Y/N then poured herself two shots to try and counter the pain she was feeling around her head, keeping her ears open from the conversation the two were having. Just as she finishes downing both shots at the same time she heard muffled footsteps above.

The next thing they knew, the roof blew up, and Yelena had pushed her.

Both she and the blonde had hidden together in the left corner of the kitchen. Y/N was quick to her feet to follow her lead and noticed beams of red light moving steadily as it finds a perfect target around the area. Yelena had taken a quick peek to see their attacker and pulled herself back to hide again when she realized who they were.

"Widows?" The mercenary quietly guessed and watch her nod. Her fingers had formed signs to tell her to go along with her as swift as she could and Y/N had shaken her head to agree.

On Yelena's signal, both of them sprinted to where the redhead had escaped with bullets trailing their back. The pair had rushed towards the main hall and to the other bathroom when Natasha stopped them and pinned them both on the wall. She realizes who they were and the younger sibling went to reach for a switch next to her, flash of explosives could be seen in the main hallway happening. The trio used this opportunity for their departure as they make a run for the main door and towards the main stairs, only to be shot at by someone else from the bottom floor and the stairs who they presume were widows as well. Y/N's headache had been long forgotten and now she had thought of other mercenaries having eyes on her here.

"Just a heads up, widows aren't the only one that is hunting us down." She warned the two.

"Well shit, then where are we heading at?" Natasha's dominant voice directs to her sister who hurled a grenade down the staircase, "Eastside, motorbike!"

They climbed to the next floor where Yelena had directed them to the east side of the building. Bullets would occasionally pass through the windowed hallway as Y/N realized that there are snipers stationed in the other buildings. It wasn't long till they exited through a window and efficiently dashed on the roof of the building where they supposedly reached a dead end, but the blonde had a smart idea of using the chimney as their getaway. Y/N looked around their area for any threats and behind them noticed a widow and a mercenary rushing for them immediately the trio held onto the chimney as it declines. The pursuit continued as she jumped to grab Natasha's hand with her trying not to let her fall, but the widow tries to stab her hand with a knife she grabbed from her thigh and it caused her to fall to her doom. The mercenary on the other hand had held onto Y/N's foot and had her slipping a little from her grip.

When the said chimney had crashed to the other side of the building, it had caused her and Yelena to be heaved to the side of the window, breaking the glass. Well, she didn't exactly land perfectly as both her arms held onto the ledge with bits of broken glass piercing her palms while the mercenary that had a grip on her earlier had lost his clutch as he dropped to the surface. Y/N had let out a cry from their landing. It wasn't long till the blonde had recovered from her landing and looked for both of her party, seeing the mercenary first with worry in her hazel eyes.

"A little help?!" She hurriedly calls and shortly her company helped her up.

Yelena then caught a glimpse of her sister on the ground floor as she pull her up and slipped inside the room together. Y/N had landed on the blonde and was pushed off her body for her to roll to the side. She exhaled loudly as she lie on the ground with one hand on her chest.

"Come on, Natasha's downstairs." It didn't need for her to think it through and listen to Yelena.

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The chase wasn't one of the best things she's ever had. Her adrenaline rush had died down when they were able to steer clear of a masked assassin and a few mercenaries that hunted them down after they had crashed the stolen car into a subway. Natasha had led them to the vents where she had to listen to the sisters talk about how this was where she and Barton had hidden and about Dreykov's daughter and how she was caught in the fire when the pair had blown up the building that Dreykov had been residing when he was in Budapest years ago. The poor child didn't deserve what had happened to her and she can empathize a little with Natasha's guilt. For one time an emotion was written all over Natasha's face while she shared the story. As she sat there between the siblings, she felt a pang of pain in her left side and winced at it. Blood had been imprinted on her hand when she went to carefully pat where the pain had been planted. Maybe it was the adrenaline that got her preoccupied with the pain. Natasha was easy to notice the noise she made and scooted closer to check up on her wound.

"You certainly haven't changed at all, Y/N." She observed while examining her side with a knowing smirk.

This wasn't the first time she has ever gotten herself injured while helping her on the run. It was then that she had been stabbed on the thigh before when she faced another mercenary hand-to-hand combat when she found her and Clint on the edge of the city. Y/N easily overpowered the person, but they left a nasty stab on her when she delivered the final blow. Treating the wound wasn't the best time of her life since she had to wait out a few more days in order to let them get out of the country. She was lucky she didn't have an infection.

"Just say you missed me, red." Natasha had chuckled a little at her remark as she accompanied it with a wink and see her snatch a cloth from her sister's bag to use for tying around her injury to apply pressure and avoid her from bleeding out.

"How's Clint by the way?” Y/N wonders as she takes a few sharp breaths when she tied the cloth,

"Well, he's not in the best place right now, but he's fine." The redhead explains and finishes her work. She sends a nod in her way to say her thanks and sighed softly.

"You seem like you've been very busy." Natasha tries to make more conversation with her as she stayed close to her.

"Not as busy as you. You're out here fighting aliens and I'm still hired to kill." Y/N's words had faltered her smirk a little bit, but since it was Natasha, she made sure for her not to notice it, "But it's not much. Barely left this place for years and I always keep on tabs if ever you're around." She proceeds calmly as she wipes away the blood from her hand.

"Always so sweet now are we?"

She hummed attentively at her tease before she turned to notice Yelena staring at her with caution, her hazel eyes had dwindled while watching their interaction. There was nothing to blame for her distrusting demeanor towards her since she's a stranger to her. Y/N then nonchalantly extended her clean hand, offering it.

"I'm Y/N by the way." The mercenary introduced herself with a careless smile.

Yelena had stared at her hand and kept her guard up while shaking it quickly, "You know how many friends do you have around this area?” She questions her after dropping her hand, assuming she had referred to her fellow mercenaries. Natasha had returned to her spot earlier and kept a watchful eye under their hiding spot.

"Well, we're near the busiest area so yeah - a handful is here. But I know a route to dodge them all." Y/N responds with determination in her eyes.

Because she was sure that she's target number one now.

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The three had found themselves away from the most dangerous place they could find themselves in. Y/N was careful to lead their way safely and she was successful at doing so. Growing in this country has her almost memorizing paths around the area and creating escape routes in case her plan doesn't go as it seems. They ended settling in a gas station when Y/N had made sure the coast was clear for them for now. Yelena had stripped out of her gray blazer while she had it hang on the sling of her bag. She let herself wash the smudge of dried blood off her hand and the dirt that had been settling on her face for hours by now. Yelena and Natasha have engaged themselves in a conversation and she let them while she buys off some medical supplies for them to clean off her wound and the younger widow's.

“Why do you always do that thing?” Yelena curiously asks while waiting for Y/N to pay, “Do what?” Her sister specifies.

“The thing you do when you’re fighting.” Natasha then looks at her with raised eyebrows.

“You know- Like the-” Both of them then watch her bent down to exhibit a pose, “This thing that you do when you whip your hair when you’re fighting with the arms and the hair, and you do like a fighting pose.” The blonde crackles as she showcases the hair-flipping she means and Y/N hummed with amusement in her action. Natasha on the other hand was confused,

“It’s a fighting pose. You’re a total poser.” The younger sister concludes which the older defends herself quickly,

“I’m not a poser.”

“I mean don’t we all pose when we’re fighting?” Y/N makes a point that the redhead agreed on with pursed lips.

“Oh, come on! I mean, they’re great poses, but it does look like she thinks everyone’s looking at her like all the time.” She only sends an amused look at her. 

Natasha then went on to defend herself even more by saying how she spent most of her time doing something good for the hurt she’s inflicted. The change of tone in their conversation then had made Y/N from commenting further and deciding to focus on the cashier who pointed at the final price. Though she did notice Yelena walkout after pointing out that no matter how much Natasha tries to do good, by the end of the day both of them were trained killers but she wasn’t endorsed by children for it. Needless to say the mercenary sort of acknowledges her on that.

The trio had settled themselves by a near diner where Natasha went to buy some food and came back to see them cleaning their wounds on their table. Y/N was lucky hers was a clean shot and nothing too serious to worry about. She was familiar with removing bullets that she didn’t have to see someone professional to get it removed and cleaned. Both sisters had talked about the vials of synthetic gas that they have been bringing along with them how Yelena was sent to destroy them and how she was freed by an older widow was their target. Y/N couldn’t imagine how it must have felt for her to wake up at the horror she has caused. After settling in with herself, she notices Yelena drifting off while holding a disinfectant with her other hand. Y/N decided to sit up from her seat where she had positioned herself the opposite way from the blonde and pulled the nearest chair for her to sit on. This had pulled Yelena away from her world and noticed her grab the bandages on the table and unroll a manageable amount of them. Natasha keeps a watchful eye between them.

“What are you doing?” Yelena asks with a wary tone.

“Relax, little lady. I’m just lending a hand because you seem like you have a lot of thoughts in your head.” Y/N consoles her, her eyes keeping a steady contact with her as she borrows the bottle from her to take over.

With no choice, she lets her do so and lays her other hand on the table. The mercenary had gone to dab the disinfectant on the piece of bandage before offering a look to the widow, asking for permission. Yelena nods and watches her clean her injury like glass, so tender and soft. It had contrasted with how she handled her earlier when they first met. 

“Where will you go?” The avenger asks her with green eyes glistening comfort.

“Honestly, I wouldn’t know.” Y/N answers, her shoulders shrugging with her response while tidying up Yelena’s wound, “I have some places to crash, but I don’t know if that’ll be something I would enjoy. Maybe I’ll stick around if you guys will have me.” As she looks between the sisters, the blonde had furrowed eyes she looks at her.

“You got something in your mind?” Y/N thread lightly as she spares her a glance,

“Why are you helping?” Her inquisitiveness shows.

“Technically I can’t hang around with my friends anymore now that they saw me running with the Black Widow so,” The woman simply answers while gesturing to her sister who scoffs innocently and looks down. She then takes note of the grimace on her face when she squeezed the wound together and used a medical tape to press them together.

“I was nearly taken by Dreykov’s men when I was a babe, but someone adopted me.” Y/N opens up, 

“I was told what would’ve happened to me if I were to be brought to the notorious Red Room. Needless to say, I wanted to cherish my life for what I had even if I was ditched by my mother.” She smiles only for a second before picking up the rest of the bandage roll and neatly wrapping it up around Yelena's arm.

“But the thing is, I chose to be paid to kill and protect people. Though the people I protect aren’t the cleanest, it still felt safer than taking someone’s life. When I heard that Dreykov was blown up by none other than Natasha and a Shield agent with a bow, it felt like I had a way out. I decided to help them get off Edzel’s tail and I did.” She finishes along with her bandage.

“Did a pretty good job at it too.” Natasha butts in with a smirk which made her smile with her eyes.

“With a few stab wounds and an angry boss who’s clueless about what I have done.” Y/N shamelessly went on and it had caused her friend to shake her head at the statement.

“After that, I pretty much chose to protect more people rather than kill them. I had to take it slow to prevent any suspicion from everyone - I still do.” Her words made her chuckle shortly. 

The story of her childhood has something she’s barely shared with anyone other than Natasha herself. Her life contrasted both of theirs as she mentioned that she had a choice to pick what she wanted to do in her life while the sisters were forced into that life. Y/N can’t imagine the nightmare they get to live with for those years of training and dehumanization implemented on them. All of them deserved better than that. The mercenary moved her focus back to the blonde who comes off a bit at ease with her but still held the reluctance in her eyes.

“Does that answer your worries, little lady?” She utters softly towards Yelena who pays attention to every word she had said and nods.

“I don’t mind you two coming along with me putting down the Red Room.” Both of them hear the redhead claim.

Y/N then stands up to sit back next to Natasha and takes a triumphant swig from her beer that had been offered to her by Yelena. The invitation brought a relaxed gaze from the younger widow who now puts on a dark green vest and zips it up. She had speculated where the hell did she get that from, but it did look good on her though. Y/N approved that.

“Sounds like a shit ton of work” The younger sister comments with a content smile. She couldn’t help but nod on that, “And a lot of headaches to cause.” Y/N realizes and presses her lips loathly.

“Yep. Could be fun though.”

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[dumbwaystodeviate]

This one came from the AO3 where I have been sticking my stuff. MobAu for it but eh.

CW: minor blood and violence (Like really minor.)

Branwen13: Ok so I've read up to 47 and yes please thank you more!!! You are amazing and I can't wait to read the rest! . . . So I suggest if it hasn't been already . . . Convin or Gavin/900 or both - Gavin doesn't tell Connor/900 he is going to be the bait in the situation and Connor/900 thinks Gavin is dead before realizing it's just a ruse and he is actually ok - this situation switched is also okay as well 😊

RK900 units were quite the wonderful thing. Built far better than any other android they had the fun skills of hacking damn near anything, unique look allowing them to go undercover not to mention a glare that could scare most nosy bystanders off, being faster as well as stronger than other androids and humans. It made for one hell of a android and one hell of a cop or solider, something that stations country wide hoped to get their hands on the second they were released into the world.

They also made for one hell of a Mob solider, able to follow police activity and do deals as well as hits with no traces left behind. Such a powerful android made for cops ending up in a crime organization was pretty ironic, but when they found themselves in possession of one such model it was too good to pass up.

Nines never did understand how they managed to get a hold of him let alone activate him in a way he wouldn’t waste them, but here he was. At least his captain was nice to him, even seemed to take favor in him but that might just be cause of how valuable he was.

“I don’t think I need to tell you dipshits that if you try anything with our new guy i’m going to let him kick all your asses for it. And if you kill him you are joining him.” It was the first time the RK had seen Mr. Reed address the others he worked with, but his threat seemed to get his point across.

There was a silence along the group for a long moment as Gavin looked them all over before one of them spoke. “Guess this would make like a lot easier...”

The grin that spread on their captain’s face was saved to Nines memory for some reason. “You’re damn right it will, so don’t let him get broke.”

The unanimous agreement saw the other humans out of the room, leaving Nines alone with Gavin, who gave him a couple looks over. “Okay, first off we need to get your out of those clothes, something that doesn't scream that you are an android.”

--

Generally the other grunts kept to their word when it came to Nines, kept him covered and didn’t start fights. Only a few times did anyone even try and Nines could still remember hearing Gavin’s laughter as he watched the android beat the grunts into submission in defense. Perhaps Nines had did more damage than he had meant to but the amusement from his Captain nudged him along.

It wasn’t surprising when it sometimes happened to Gavin as well, being a captain had him in danger far more than Nines would like, after all he couldn’t just sit by all the time. Everyone got their hands dirty in some way.

It was a good thing Reed had the RK by his side a lot. When he got into a chase with the cops and needed to disappear, when he got shot and needed medical help he just couldn’t get at the time. Nines always ended up dragging him out of messes that his temper would get him into, in turn the man always praised him and make sure he was paid right even if it was some of Gavin’s own cash. What Nines needed with money he didn’t know and why it always sparked errors was beyond him.

But Nines was just a soldier, and thus not quite privy to all the plans and inner workings of higher ranks. There were a few times he stumbled into things he wasn’t supposed to, only to be saved by Reed covering for him, but it still didn’t mean he got to know what was going on. Big plans needed to be controlled.

With the absence he suspected a meeting over a plan was taking place, so he kept himself busy until the humans return. But as the day turned dark, he never did show back up. It set off red flags for the RK, and brighter red errors. Perhaps it was just his programming not liking the work pattern being broken?

Thankfully by the end of the day Gavin had found his way back though he didn’t look too pleased.

“Gavin? Are you alright?” His first priority would always be to make sure he was ok.

Gavin didn’t respond at first, but as his shoulders slumped he sighed. “Don’t worry about it. Come on, we got something to take care of.”

Considering the man didn’t even wait for the RK’s response and just left, Nines had little choice but to catch up with him and join him in his car. It wasn’t often that Nines was the driver but he guessed today was one of those days, though his captain was much less talkative today.

“What is it we are handling today?”

Gavin didn’t look at him, only waving his hand. “Just going to go pick someone up, don’t worry about it.”

Not much information but oh well, Gavin would tell him what to do as needed, it would be fine.

--

Gavin’s directions had lead him to the far side of town, where more often the buildings were empty and the brick work full of holes. It was clearly a ‘business’ spot, though not one that Nines had ever seen. By the time they actually stopped they were outside a office building that could have bared witness to the civil war it was so old. The RK didn’t even try to scan for a date on the place, he wasn’t an archaeologist.

“Leave the engine on. Once our friend is in the car you leave, no questions asked, got it?” Gavin wasn’t armed, and that set off error warnings.

“Understood.” What else could he say? No? What was he, a fucking deviant?

Nines kept his place as he watched Gavin walk to the building, watching as more people came out to meet him half way. He didn’t expect one would be tied up however, looking haggard and spooked, and if the RK had to guess he was most likely who they were there for.

But these weren’t their people.

The RK watched with growing errors as the man was released, coming running to the car at the same time Gavin held his hands up, arms being roughly taken and tied behind him.

His thoughts were broken when the door opened and slammed shut with a rough yell of “DRIVE.”

It was almost impossible to see where he was going through all the red in his vision, systems at odd. He knows he should listen but he knows he’s suppose to keep his captain safe too leaving his orders and programming fighting what is right.

Before he even knows it he’s stopped, well away from where he left Reed and where the man’s ride is waiting for him to take him to a safe house, needing to switch cars so he knows they won’t track the human. He doesn't listen to the thank you he gets for it, he doesn't see where the man goes. He doesn't need to.

He didn’t have orders for after the drop off so he took it as a chance to race back to the old building, doing his best to not get the attention of the cops along the way. He didn’t need to lead them to something like this.

Why was Gavin the one they sent? Was that man really worth their captain? The more he thought about it the more he swore he heard a cracking noise, was it his hands on the wheel or something else? It sounded so close.

Nines managed to get back in record time, bailing out of the car to sneak his way inside. He needed to help but he was unarmed so stealth was all he had going on for him now. That was fine by him though. The building wasn’t very open but he was lucky to find that only a small number of the rivals were still lurking around, seven of whom were taking their shot at Gavin, said human being tied and looking a little beat up.

The RK didn’t get a chance to hear what they were trying to get out of him, if anything at all, before a sudden lurch from Gavin had him coughing up a lung. Nines whole hud went red checking vitals from across the room.

It got a cruel laugh from one of the men against the wall, watching him even sputter up blood. “Bitch can’t even take a few hits, what a little bitch.”

Nines knew his eyes weren't broke, so why were there cracks everywhere? Gavin didn’t look beat up enough for that level of damage, and it left him confused. He had to restrain himself from dashing out when another one of the thugs kicked his captain in the side. He expected the groan in pain, but not the sudden fall to the side. The sudden quiet.

“What the fuck?” Clearly the rivals were startled too, the closest one going over and crouching to check Gavin’s pulse. “Son of a bitch, are you kidding me?”

It was enough to catch the curiosity of the others, who in turn got closer to check as well. One gave a swift kick to Gavin's stomach but got no response. "The hell? Fucker just up and died on us..."

Sighing, the initial rival raised back to his feet and dusted himself off. "Didn't expect that, must have had a condition or something. Fuck it, i'm heading back. Two of you handle getting rid of him and the rest of you follow me."

Nines waited until all of them had left the building, never taking his eyes off of Gavin for a second. They couldn't be right about that, the man was in peak health! But every scan only told him that he wasn't breathing, even after the others left. Even as the RK approached and gently moved him on his back, setting him free. But ever time he checked there was nothing, no sound or anything from Gavin.

And Nines couldn't think of what to do. Here he sat, the head of the only person that really tried to care about him on his lap, and there wasn't anything he could do. He couldn't go to a doctor, you couldn't just bring back the dead after all. Really he shouldn't have been surprised, this was such a common occurrence. And yet he couldn't help but watch as the cracked red programming started to peal away washed away, away by what?

Oh, his face was wet. The Rk could truly say he wasn't aware he even had the upgrades for that kind of thing. Crying shouldn't be a first emotion and yet here he was, and he didn't understand why deviants wanted this so much. He didn't want another captain, he wanted his. He wondered if the next one would be as kind, or see him as competition...

Where ever that train of thoughts was going derailed the second he felt a hand grab his shirt, scaring the poor android into nearly dropping Gavin.

"Heeey buddy~" His words were quiet, like he was half awake.

However he was a little more awake when Nines slapped him. "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU? I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!"

Groaning, Reed rubbed his face as it burned, trying to it up a little but failing. "Hey, had to get them to leave me be some how."

"How? By killing yourself? We need to get you to a doctor!" The Rk didn't waste time gathering Gavin up into his arms, quickly and quietly making his way out the back door.

"Don't worry~ can't really feel my face but i'll be ok. Something we got cooked up just in case of shit like this." Gavin was too calm for the RK's taste.

Hugging his dumb idiot to his chest, Nines hid his face, only somewhat soothed by the patting on his head. "So you were faking everything... you didn't even let me know. You had me worried."

"Damn, worried about me hu? Well don't worry, not getting rid of me that easy."

Gavin might not go that easy, but Nines sure as hell was going to make sure those bastards did.

[werezmastarbucks]

Whitmore Guy: scheming

whitmore guy masterlist

word count: 1986

music: lana del rey - salvatore, twenty one pilots - anathema

He was still giggling minutes after they left.

“Why the long face?” he asked, as they were walking up the stairs. “Still upset about that necklace?”

“FBI’s not good news, Mal”, she said and scratched her nose.

“Because of all the vampires in the town?”

“Exactly”.

“Well, then, it’s not good news for them”, Mal shrugged, “don’t you guys, like, hide the bodies very well?”

“Didn’t they seem a bit off to you?”

“There we go”, he chanted apologetically, “you’re paranoid. They gave me an impression of very unprofessional guys who need more sleep. What did you read in their faces?”

“You yourself acknowledged that their question about odd weather was ridiculous”.

“And that’s what it was”, Mal stood at her door, holding onto it, his other hand resting on his hip. Y/N just noticed that he was wearing a t-shirt with a Xenomorph and a Predator stylized as Beavis and Butthead. Mal could be many things at the end of the day, but there was no arguing that this t-shirt was one of the coolest Y/N’s ever seen in her life.

  ____________________________

Y/N rarely needed someone, but when she did, Mystic Falls folk was always there. That was one thing Mal didn’t understand about them, being here for not too long, and not getting into the depth of what living in the most cursed town in the country was like. Damon might be a jerk; he’s cold, brusque and condescending, but he also saved her life not less than thirteen times. Getting a bit angry was his way of caring. That is, it of course didn’t mean they didn’t try to change him.

The warmest of them was Elena Gilbert. Who didn’t know her? She didn’t even visit Whitmore because she was always busy at the hospital, but Mal managed to hear everything about her. That she’s stunningly beautiful, that she’s got the most tremendous hair and a face like a doll, that she’s a very promising young nurse and that she’s engaged to Stefan Salvatore, the marble boy, as Mal called him.

There were unbreakable ties. And they always found a way to ring when bothered. And they always vibrated when an emergency council was needed.

Everybody had a specific place in the Salvatore living room: Caroline always sat in the middle of the big couch. Elena usually was prepped to her thigh. Alaric preferred the little armchair turned against the window, so that he doesn’t have to touch knees with anybody. Stefan always stood at the fireplace, like being a little away helped him concentrate better. Damon sat on the armrest of the big couch, or shuffled around with bottles at his alcohol table. Bonnie walked to a fro, annoying him beyond belief. Y/N liked to take any free space and stretch out her legs, but it had the be the spot from which she could see Damon’s sanctuary and wink at him when she needed a drink. He was always happy to contribute to somebody’s alcoholism. He liked drinking buddies.

“Okay, we have two things to discuss”, Caroline said in her general of army voice, and Y/N almost expected her to pull a huge notebook and a pen out of her bra.

“First: the weird FBI guys who pissed Damon off”.

“I said, nosy FBI guys, not weird”.

“Whatever. And the dinner party that Y/N’s organizing this weekend. I suggest we start with the important stuff”, Caroline’s cat-like eyes pierced her with attention.

“How many people are we talking? What music will you have? What is the theme? Any team games in plans? What’s the menu?”

Y/N smiled as Bonnie rolled her eyes, and nodded to Damon. The vampire moved to his special table without any hurry.

“I also have a question about it”, Ric raised his hand, “can I skip?”

“No”.

Y/N’s been thinking about the ways she could grab Mal by the ass. Except literally wanting to do it, maybe, one day in the future; against all her instincts warning her, she meant to expose him and his lies. And she needed everybody to be there. To hang out with him in an enclosed space. She imagined this going all the unexpected ways: Elena sniffs something out on him, or Caroline notices that he takes the fork in the wrong hand; Bonnie brushes elbows with him and gets a vision which will tell them everything. Wise old Stefan asks him a cunning question and he pops. Something like this.

“Mal Osbourne’s just lost a woman he loved very much, and he feels alienated and sad”, Y/N accepted the glass from Damon and looked in his frowning face.

“Didn’t look alienated to me yesterday”, Alaric demurred, “he was jumping all round the teachers’ room, happy as ever. I actually found it very strange, given his reaction when Damon… killed her”.

“You think it’s a good idea to put Damon and him in the same room?” the younger Salvatore inquired.

She nodded. Damon shrugged. He didn’t really care for the disgruntled relatives or boyfriends of those he killed. If he did, life would be a nightmare.

She wasn’t sure about it at all but decided to go with her bullshit as far as she could. She needed to clash him with the real life. See what colors come out.

“How is he holding up?” Elena asked.

“Seems fine. Acts fine. I’m sure he holds it all inside”.

Nobody thought to contradict.

“Can we talk about how he knows that we’re vampires?” Caroline narrowed her eyes and crossed her legs.

“He figured it on his own. Said you guys were very obvious”.

She felt a pair of green eyes watching her closely. Bonnie rested her elbows against the sofa’s back and gave out a little satisfied smile.

“Are you into him?”

“Come on. Everybody knows I’m still desperately in love with Damon”.

Bonnie was left content still. Salvatore collapsed on the couch opposite her and rolled his eyes.

“It’s going to be a little party, only us and him. Mal cooks, so all the food will be on him”.

“Does he know Damon will be coming?” Stefan wouldn’t let go. Y/N sighed and put her hand in her pocket, feeling for her phone. She called him right away, put the call on the speakers, while everyone else was watching her curiously. Mal picked up after the fourth ring. There was music on the background that he didn’t bother to turn a bit down.

“Sup, monster fucker”.

She could see Elena’s eyebrows go all the way up.

“Mal, I’m having a dinner party at the weekend at my place”.

“AWESOME!”

“You’re cooking”.

“You bet! What do you want?”

“Something for four vampires, a witch, Ric and us two”.

He was silent for a second.

“Oh. Is the moron Dummy coming, too?”

Damon’s face was full of painful indignation.

“Yes”.

“For fuck’s sake”.

“Can you make it?”

“Yeah”.

“Will you try to kill him?”

“I don’t know…” Mal’s voice had suggestive uncertain undertones.

“Please don’t”.

“Ok-kay…”

“Cool. See you at work”.

“Wait. Does he have any allergies? Can vampires have allergies?”

“Bye, Mal”.

Bonnie was perplexed. She exchanged looks with Elena. Ric looked properly miserable. She imagined pairing them two while playing Alias. She would have so much fun.

“That’s done”.

“He doesn’t sound sad at all”, Caroline confirmed.

“And you start noticing there are things off about him only now. While I told you that like a month ago”.

Everybody shifted dismissively.

“Whatever it is, I will deal with it myself. You guys concentrate on the FBI douches”.

“Did they bother you much?” Stefan asked.

“No, but they seemed so… not FBI-like”.

“Have you met a lot of FBI agents?” Bonnie asked, visibly amused.

Y/N shrugged, getting up from the couch.

“I’ve seen enough movies. I’ll go get some air”.

She passed the long hall and went out to the yard of the huge mansion. Night was very gentle. Bright marbles of stars shone in the perfect black matter, distant and therefore harmless. She knew well pretty things could hurt. Every time she raised her eyes to the sky now, something poked her in the lung, like a rib that was crooked. The pain was phantom but strong nonetheless.

Sometimes she wished she smoked. She walked over to the nearest trees to listen to them and not the voices from the house. One caught up with her anyway.

“Don’t wander too far off, or you’ll stay in the forest forever”.

Y/N turned to the voice and let her eyes get used to the darkness. Wide branches of the apple tree hid the lights from the windows. Stars faded away from the sky.

Damon touched her elbow lightly and led her to the bleak golden puddles of light on the grass.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you”, he said, and paused, making her wonder if he finished the sentence in his mind but failed to utter.

“Yes?”

“This Mal guy, did he ever tell you where he came from?”

“He says he’s from Ohio”.

“Hmm”.

“Notoriously known as the state that produces weirdos… I guess?”

“You still think he’s pretending to be somebody else?”

“I don’t know. I take it easy”.

Damon nodded, his eyes flickering with silver stars in the pale light.

“I wanted to ask you something, too. For some time now, actually”.

He looked at her attentively.

“Last November, do you remember?”

Salvatore cocked his head and said slowly,

“Uh-huh, there was a November”.

“We were in Georgia after Matt died, looking for his killer. And I got really sick so I stayed behind in the motel”.

He nodded again. His face expressed nothing.

“What did you do there? What happened there? Why did everyone return so distressed?”

She inhaled, and her voice quivered a bit.

“And why do I feel so bad ever since?”

Damon frowned.

“You never said it, little one. Bad – how?”

“Don’t- not you. Don’t pretend I’m the one who’s going nuts. What happened, Damon? We went to that pit, that place which takes away memories, and ever since then I’ve been completely restless”.

She couldn’t grab the idea. Every time she tried to think about it, her mind came undone in a thousand pieces, and she felt like she was old, and forgetful, and drunk. There was that little thing that stung her brain, making it numb, there was something that made her want to cry – and yet, she couldn’t catch it like she was blindfolded.

“Y/N”, he took her shoulders with warm palms. Damon’s intense stare was intoxicating. Even though it didn’t really make her knees weak anymore; she couldn’t look away. “I would never – ever – do anything to hurt you. You know that. You see that tree over there?”

They both looked back to the house at the slender, tall, unusually golden and fruitless apple tree reaching up and up, for seven years now. Sure she remembered. The day when Katherine tried to bury her alive, and she cried. And shivered. And suffocated. She went through such terror she thought she would never emit a sound again. Until Damon came, breaking the earth and the casket, and reaching for her. And then, he planted that damn seed on that very place, to remind her about that fucking day. He admired that golden tree, so sophisticated, full of unexpected magic, seemingly out of nowhere, glistening even in the night.

She sighed.

Maybe it’s easy. Maybe it’s right under her nose, and she’ll be very angry when it uncovers itself. And she’ll say, I should’ve known.

She looked in Damon’s concerned eyes.

“You gotta promise you’ll be nice to Mal no matter what he does or how he acts”.

“That’s a lot to ask. The kid’s annoying as he-” Damon cut himself and raised a finger. “Wait a sec”.

He disappeared in the dark of the yard, without a sound.

Of course, it didn’t take a sec. Damon was gone for full ten minutes, and Y/N went back into the house, preparing herself for the FBI talk.

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

White Knight Syndrome: One

A/N: I know I said I wasn’t posting this weekend. I am a dirty fucking liar. I had a Biker!Bucky story kicking around in my head so... Merry Halloween?

In the cool fall morning, Bucky Barnes woke to two things. A splitting headache and the cacophony of move-in day. He gave up on sleep when the clatter of feet on a metal ramp echoed in his head. “Fucking fuck.” he groused through the haze of the hangover. In his head, he cursed Sam up one side and down the other. Him and that fucking mason jar of Moonshine he had brought back from his last trip to Virginia. He couldn’t think of anything other than coffee. 

So that’s what he did. He made coffee and watched the show across the street. Big burly movers hefting boxes and a girl in the middle of it all directing traffic and keeping it all organized. Her hair is in a messy bun and she’s wearing jeans and a men’s flannel over a t-shirt.  She’s cute. Petite. Even from across the street she looks like a hippie. She just has an air that says “I shop at farmers markets and burn incense.” He snorts to himself and takes a sip of coffee. He half wonders if your coffee table is made of crystals. Just a giant slab of quartz. 

The coffee starts to kick in and he supposes he should go be neighborly. Introduce himself. But a knock on the door keeps him from examining that thought further. The knock is perfunctory. More the last vestige of a formality than a knock and is followed by Sam and Steve half stumbling through his door. 

The blonde muscular asshole he’d known since they were kids on the same block. Steve hadn’t always been built like a brick shit house. He’d been a sickly little kid with asthma and a big mouth. It had taken joining the track team and then the Army to bulk him up like that. Steve might be able to take care of himself now but in the back of Bucky’s mind, he was still a scrawny little punk. The other asshole, the African American man with a cocky smile and an eye for a girl with black and grey tats was Sam. He’d been friends with Steve and Bucky since they all met at a support group for vets. That had been the origin of their little motorcycle shop. Working on Customs and doing charity rides for whatever legitimate cause they got hit up for. 

“Hey,” he said over his coffee cup. Steve and Sam both had hangovers of their own to nurse. There wasn’t much more than grunts and nods as they helped themselves to coffee and raised the fridge for breakfast before they got to work on the new bike they were about to have to ship out. 

Coffee and breakfast in their stomachs, the other two men were eager to get to work. It was Afternoon and the chaos across the street was a dull roar now that the moving van had left. A van pulled in behind the little Jeep in the drive and a woman and her kids got out. You were greeted with hugs and giggles as you swung kids up off their feet one at a time. It was a good time, looks like. 90′s alternative music played, bumping through speakers and on towards evening, pizza was ordered. The men worked on the bike, mostly ignoring the chaos across the street but, Bucky was a little glad to know you weren’t on your own. This wasn’t a rough neighborhood or anything but moving sucked. A lot. Even with Sam and Steve it had been a fucking miserable experience. 

As the sunset and the guys celebrated another job done with a round of beers, you helped your unpacking party into the van with leftover pizza and hugs. You wave them off and blow kisses, waiting until the van has rounded the corner before turning and walking up the steps rubbing the back of your neck. Steve jerks his head your direction and smirks, “She’s cute, Buck. You gonna go say hi?” Bucky snorted, “Nah,” he said, “Not really into crystals and patchouli.” Sam rolled his eyes, “Mother fucker,” he said, “You’re not exactly drowning in pussy over here. Pretty sure Barton gets more ass than you do and he’s married with four kids. Shit. Natasha gets more pussy than you.” Bucky opened another beer and laughed, “Nat gets more girls than all of us combined. Don’t use that as a metric. Even girls can’t turn down a redhead. Even girls that don’t like girls.” Steve smirked, “He’s got a point, Sam.�� 

Sam rolled his eyes but let the matter drop. Bucky was grateful. The two of them meant well. Blind dates, Tinder, getting Natasha to introduce him to pretty girls she knew but wasn’t fucking. The works. Hell. Once they’d even sent a dating resume around the bar to try and get him a girl. Bucky hated it. He was happy working. Happy adjusting to this life where there were no bullets flying. Lonely, but happy anyway. It wasn’t just that you probably weren’t his type personality-wise. He didn’t think he could take having a girl in his bed when the nightmares came out of nowhere and woke him up screaming. He didn’t want the pity and the trying to make it work for a hot minute before giving him the let's be friends speech. It was just better to leave you be. 

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He watches you for a few weeks. Not in a creepy way, he tells himself. Just. Nosy. He’s curious. You stay to yourself, you don’t really have a ton of people in or out. And from what you leave the house in sometimes, you seem to work long shifts in some kind of medical thing. Maybe a paramedic or a nurse in a trauma ward or something. You wear dark scrubs. Maybe it helps hide blood. And prevent stains. It made sense he guessed. You only went to work three or four days a week and seemed to be off the rest of the week. You tinker on furniture and stuff in your garage and he isn’t sure what you’re doing but, as often as you bring stuff in, you load it up completely redone and take it somewhere. He figures you sell it to boutiques in the tourist trap stores downtown. 

Nothing is really amiss. You potter around doing some groundwork for what’s probably going to be raised garden beds. You start a compost pile. It confirms his assessment of “Hippie” but at the very least you seem like a socially conscious hippie. One that actually walks the walk. It isn’t until a strange car pulls up in your driveway when you aren’t home that anything looks out of the ordinary. The man that gets out of the car sets Bucky on edge. He looks pissed. The guy bangs on your door and looks through windows. He yells for you, making Steve jerk his head up. He and Bucky trade looks, silently agreeing that they should probably tell you about this as the guy gets in his car and drives away. 

By the time you get home, in the wee small hours of the morning, Bucky is waiting for you. He’s tinkering in the garage, killing time. He’d thought about waiting for you on your porch but figured coming home to a random man waiting for you in the dark would probably not be a good first impression to make. He doesn’t, contrary to what the realtor says, make a habit of scaring off neighbors. You get out of your jeep and stop for a moment, staring up at the sky like you’re looking for answers. Bucky crosses the street slowly, hands in his pockets to try and make himself smaller. He doesn’t know why. You’re half his size. But you look like your nerves are frayed. The careful efficient bun you had put your hair in the morning is a rats nest. Snarled and chaotic. You move slowly, like your joints ache or your balance is off and as he creeps closer, you smell of disinfectant. A sharp, sterile, hospital smell that doesn’t fit with you’re will o the whisp features and big eyes. “Hey,” he says, stopping a good distance away to avoid startling you. “Hey,” you say guardedly, turning slowly. Bucky clears his throat, “Bucky, I’m the big scary biker the realtor warned you about,” he says offering a hand. You smile a little, looking tired “Y/N,” you say, offering him a hand in return. 

Your hands are clean. Your nails are short and pristine. The skin is dry and cracked from constant washing and sanitizing. The difference between your hands and his own startle him for a minute. Your hands don’t fit you either.

He half smiled, “Look. I don’t wanna be nosy of anything but there was a guy nosing around earlier. He seemed pretty pissed.” Bucky watches several emotions flit across your face until finally your head falls forward and your pinch the bridge of your nose. Feeling defeated. “Thanks for the heads up,” you tell him, standing up straight again. “I’ll get it taken care of,” you tell him, “I’m sorry if it disturbed you. Have a good night.” You turn to go and Bucky catches your arm gently, “Y/N?” he said, “Is there anything I can do? I mean... I’ll scare the hell out of a guy for some beer and a pizza.” You snort but shake your head, “It’s my ex-husband,” you tell him, “I guess moving halfway across the country wasn’t far enough.” Bucky lets go of your arm, nodding, “That’s rough. I’m sorry.” You sigh, “It’s fine. I knew he’d find me eventually... He never did like the idea of someone else playing with his toys. I’ll go talk to the cops tomorrow. Get them to do some drive-bys and take them a copy of all the court orders. You won’t have to listen to that again. I’m sorry.” 

You turn and go back into the house and Bucky watches you go feeling about 3 feet tall. You had clearly had a bad day. There was blood on your shoes and you looked wrecked. He watched you take your shoes off in the garage and then turned to go into the house. He turned and to go back across the street. He could see the defeated look on your face even as he sprawled on his bed, staring at the ceiling in the dark. It bothered him. You were obviously sweet but he hadn’t realized you were brave. He figured you kept to yourself because of your work hours. Not because you were hiding. Or feeling vulnerable on your own without much of a support network. He wondered about your family. If they knew where you were or if you had anyone to care that you were gone. That worried him. It wouldn’t take long for this guy to get violent. Bucky was willing to bet that he’d put his hands on you before and that made his stomach turn. No one deserved that. 

Bucky didn’t doubt that the cops were good guys. That they’d do their best. But, he wasn’t going to leave anything to chance. He’d talk to his crew tomorrow and have them keep tabs on you. Keep an eye on things and not so gently discourage him from coming around. He didn’t know why it was so important to him, but it was. There was something about the defeat on your face that broke his heart. He knew that look. He saw it in the mirror all the time. 

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“I’m telling you, Nat,” he said handing the redhead a beer, “He’s been here every day this week. Y/N doesn’t even come home. She’s been picking up shifts at the hospital left, right, and center. Just to avoid her own house.” The woman quirked an eyebrow, “And how exactly, James Buchanan Barnes, do you know that?” Bucky blushed and looked away, “I might check on her a couple nights a week when she gets home.” Nat smiled a little and swallowed the sip of her beer, “And what did you find out?”

Bucky shrugs, “It’s a story we’ve all heard. Sweet girl with a shit home life married the first scumball that was nice to her. She got pregnant, he didn’t want her to be and put her in ICU. After that he fucked around on her and took potshots at her from time to time. Once he started bringing girls to their house, she had enough and took a job over here. Left in the middle of the night and until she moved in here she was living out of hotels.” Nat shook her head, “Christ,” she said, “Poor kid.” Bucky snorted, “She’s not that much younger than us. She’s in her mid 20′s. She’s just baby faced.” Nat nodded, “So what does she do exactly?” Bucky stretched, “She’s a nurse in a level one ER... Explains all the scrubs. I figured it was something like that.” Nat sighed, “So pretty, smart, sweet girl, married an asshole and now you have white knight syndrome. Got it.” Bucky frowned, “I do not,” he said. “Yes you do,” Sam said strolling into the garage from the house. “ Bucky turned and mimed throwing a wrench at his friend, “Do you even know what we’re talking about?”

“No,” Sam snorted, “I just know Nat is probably right about whatever she said.” Nat snorted, “Bucky has white Knight syndrome. He loves him a damsel in distress.”  Sam laughs, “Oh christ. Yeah, he does.” Bucky blushed and coughed, “I fucking don’t,” he said. He can’t look at either of them as you lope up the drive with a six-pack in your hand. You’re dressed in a hoodie, trying to stay warm in the chill outside. “Hey,” you say, hovering awkwardly just outside, “Saw this at the store. You didn’t seem like pumpkin spice flavored beer kinda guy but... I’ve heard this is pretty popular locally.” You hold out the six-pack with a wry smile. Bucky takes it and smiles a little, “Thanks,” he said, “Is this a bribe?” 

You snort, “More of a thank you. I appreciate the help getting that dresser out of the back of my jeep.” Bucky chuckled at the memory, “If it hadn’t been twice your size you would have had it.” You’d been pretty close but Bucky had been a little afraid that you were about to drop it on yourself.

“Girl,” Sam said, “I know your house isn’t that big. What do you do with all the furniture you buy?” You grin, “I sell it to bitchy wine moms after I make it look bougie and expensive. The dresser I made into a changing table and I’ve got a piece of shit changing table that I’m making into a bar cart.”  Sam whistled, “That’s a nice little racket.” You nod, “Works better out here than it does at home.” You yawn, “I better get back, I got super on the stove and I think the insurance company would get suspicious if my house burned down.” You turn and go, leaving Bucky to face the teasing from his friends alone. He can’t help it. He watches you go wishing he would have been a little smoother. Wishing he would have offered you a drink and asked you to stay for a minute. 

“Damn,” Sam murmured to Natasha, “She’s got him fucked up.” The redhead nodded, “Yup... Wanna put money on it?”

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[neo-culture-mafia]

NCT 2018 as Mafia Positions

LEE TAEYONG ~ Leader (GOD FATHER)

He was brought up in a Mafia family himself so once he came of age, he branched his own syndicate. His father was furious...using the word ‘furious’ was an understatement though. He broke the family branch and created his own: Neo Culture 

Leads the work day with an iron fist, yet doesn’t hesitate to unwind with his members during the night time. Always looks out for his members when they show weakness and fatigue with their day to day life. 

“Oh no honey, I’m an angel...I swear! The horns are just there to hold up the halo.”

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MOON TAEIL ~ UNDER BOSS 1

He was there to step in for Taeyong whenever he was needed outside of the country for business. He held a lot of power within himself and the younger and inexperienced members. He kept quiet until needed, yet he was always lurking in the shadows taking note of everything and everyone.

Once he was needed though, you sure as hell need to know that he will make his presence known and he will instruct fear into his victims when needed.

“At times I feel like giving up, but then I bite my tongue and realize I have a lot of mother fuckers to prove wrong.”

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SEO JOHNNY ~ UNDER BOSS 2

The under boss who made his presence known from the beginning. He would always remind the others when Taeyong was out who they needed to be listening to. He would be by Taeyong 24/7 - ready. Ready to make the calls to blow something up or simply to call everyone to dinner. 

He holds the older members together and makes sure everyone has someone to go to if they needed it. Wouldn’t be afraid to get his hands dirty for the ones he loved and held close to him.

“Keep your head high...but your middle finger higher.”

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NAKAMOTO YUTA ~ FOREIGN BOSS OF AFFAIRS (JAPAN)

Lives up the Neo Culture branch located in Japan. Rules his own soldiers with an iron fist that has all of them shaking on the daily. Spends most of his time reporting tensions of the Yakuza and Neo Culture to Taeyong. He knows when to pick his men up and transfer them back to Seoul for safety. Makes his own plans for his branch yet will always have clear communication with his hierarchy.  

Isn’t afraid to ask for help from his higher-ups. Has his life on the line every day with being so far away from Headquarters...but you wouldn’t catch him talking about his problems to his men because he has an image to maintain.

“The hottest lives have the coldest ends.”

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QIAN KUN ~ MEDIC

He didn’t even mean to get caught up in the mafia. It was a fluke thing, really. He had met Taeyong at a coffee shop that he had been working to get through medical school. Taeyong had walked in late at night with a huge gash on his shoulder. Kun being the almost certified doctor he was, took Taeyong and got him fixed up and out the door in less than 10 minutes with a complimentary coffee. The next night at the same time, his shop was bombarded by men in fancy suits with Taeyong offering him a proposal: Leave college and this job for the Mafia and be guaranteed protection for him and his family in China.

As he thought about his family, he knew he couldn’t say no. He wanted a better life for not only himself but his mom and dad. He needed this even though he hated to admit it. When they come back from a mission or a run, he doesn't get nosy and ask questions...he just does what he was brought here to do.

“There is only one hell: The one we live in now.”

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KIM DOYOUNG ~ HEAD OF WEAPONRY

Always had a thing for guns and knives...seems to call him. He makes sure everyone who is going on a mission or run is fully equipped for anything that may be thrown at them...literally. He makes sure everyone not only has weapons but also, safety gear that could withstand anything from a gunshot to a cherry bomb (which he also makes himself)

He has a cold exterior but once you get him out of his office and surrounded by his fellow members, he is very lively and very blunt in getting his point across in the most loving way possible. 

“If the enemy is in range...so are you.”

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TEN ~ TRAINER FOR HAND TO HAND COMBAT

He takes everyone under his wings. He works alongside Doyoung but in the opposite form: Hand to Hand. Ten makes sure that he teaches EVERYONE apart of Neo Culture hand to hand so just in case that a weapon fails or they are in close range, they know how to easily take out an enemy. He also teaches fatal shots to pressure points, temple hits, and body twists. Makes it so it seems as if when they fight, they are boneless. 

He is always open with his members from the get-go. He makes sure he is always available for his members...his family. 

“Your body is a temple...don’t let me knock it down.” 

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JUNG JAEHYUN ~ INTERROGATOR / TORTURE SPECIALIST

Jaehyun uses mental tactics to get inside his victims’ heads. Makes it feel as if he already knows what they have done when in actual reality he doesn’t even know what he’s supposed to be getting out of them. Yet when he meets a tough cookie that doesn’t fall for his mental tricks, he doesn’t have a problem getting physical with different instruments. 

Once off the job, he couldn’t hurt a fly. He relies on the care of his members to rid his mind of the horrific things he has seen during the day. Warm smile yet killer eyes that makes even the toughest man weak in the knees. 

“Do not let too much thinking paralyze the doing.” 

DONG SICHENG (WINWIN) ~ FOREIGN BOSS OF AFFAIRS (CHINA)

This boy couldn’t hurt anyone from the get-go. He learned from pain and mistrust that he only has himself and his members. He joined Neo Culture when his family was murdered in a Triad hit and run. He tried to leave China after that so he went to South Korea. He lived paycheck to paycheck until he was taken under Taeyong’s wing. He was put as Foreign Boss of Affairs for the China branch. Like Yuta, he reports tensions of local gangs and Neo Culture to Taeyong. 

When it gets too much for him - being in China - he always welcomed back to Seoul along with his own men. His anger sits locked inside of him...just bubbling over in the pot labeled as his mind. He believes that he should treat his men with a kind hand at night and a firm fist during the day. Always welcomes his own into his office to talk about their feelings. He felt as if he had no one for the longest time and he doesn’t want others to feel as if they had no one either. He’s there.

“You can tell how dangerous a person is by how they hold their anger inside them quietly.”

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KIM JUNGWOO ~ SNIPER / MANIPULATOR

His steady hand comes in use when he is needed for roof-top duties. Always knows where everyone, why they’re there, and what they’re going to be doing 10 minutes from now. Yet, when he is needed on the ground, he is used to getting people to come with him. He is used to using people. Buys pretty ladies drinks just to get them back to headquarters to find out what their partner is planning, or he could become friends with another leader to get insights on what they are doing in cases of funds, attacks, or pop-ups. 

Is relatively hidden in the shadows for good reason. Once he’s recognized more than once then he has some explaining to do to the person he was trying to seduce. He isn’t afraid to aid the others on the smallest of missions just to make sure that they get out of their alive.

“Never start an argument with a man that can take you out from another zip-code.”

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WONG YUKHEI (LUCAS) ~ MANIPULATOR

He is ready to get into anything just to find out sought-after information. A car, a brawl, a bed - you name it. You name it, he’s probably been in it to get valued information that will put his team ahead of everyone else so no one can touch them.

During work, he doesn’t let his emotion get in the way of anything, yet when he’s around his members he lets all emotion go and unwinds. He is always changing himself so he doesn’t get recognized. 

“Keep yourself closed off for it won’t give me the opportunity to get what I wanted in the first place.”

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LEE MARK ~ HEAD OF JUNIOR FORCES

Mark...he’s the man that Taeyong goes to when he finds another kid that needs someplace to go. Mark usually goes on hits with the other members, yet when they’re at headquarters - you can find him training everyone younger than him. He is skilled in everything from explosives to money transfers in hacking. He’s paving the way for all the prospering youths to be prepared for when they become legal. Once they become legal, then Mark won’t have to teach them anything else and will expect them to prove their skills to all the other members.

Super caring and fun to be around with the members (to be) during training, yet when he’s out on a run - he’s as scary as Taeyong. He was a natural born leader so even though he’s younger than all the official members...he’s looked up to. He paved his own road that he’s traveling on so he can teach others to do the same for themselves.

“You better watch yourself, I did this all by myself.”

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HUANG RENJUN ~ ASSASSIN 

He was the second child in his ethnic Chinese family. His parents were poor and couldn’t afford him. They left him outside an orphanage and he grew up there with his anger boiling inside of him. He had terrible anger issues so once so many homes wouldn’t take him...he was transferred to Korea where as soon as he arrived at the new home, he ran away. Taeyong caught him stealing random scrap supplies from their warehouse and decided to bring him in. 

He has a lot of anger so he makes sure to put everything into his actions as he trains and practices. He wanted vengeance at first but now he just wants a safe place where he knows people care for him. 

“When you get angry, count to ten...when you reach eight, throw the punch that no one expected.”

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LEE JENO ~ POISON / HALLUCINATION  SPECIALIST

Even though he’s still younger than most members, the members come to him asking for anything to drug a victim, especially Jaehyun. He always had a knack for making people go crazy in their own minds. He was a troubled youth which made his parents roam and eventually disown him. He carries a chip on his shoulder even though he has a family now: Neo Culture

He used to use his own Hallucination tactics on himself to escape his painful reality of being unloved. After meeting Mark and all of the other boys though, his own happiness became his drug he just couldn’t get enough of. 

“It’s not called dreaming when you induce it on yourself...it’s called a hallucination.”

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LEE HAECHAN ~ DECOY 

He uses his slyness and trickery to throw off others while on hits. He is used by the higher-ups in missions. No one would expect an innocent looking boy to be deadly and involved in such hazardous tasks. Whether it’s using prosthetic to disguise himself in the line of enemies, or stealing identities to get into elite social and business gatherings for other syndicates, he does it all. 

He always had an issue of figuring out who he was as a little kid. With this work though...he could be anything or anyone. Yet, once he takes off the fake body features and makeup, he becomes the classy and funny boy his friends have all grown to know. 

“Why be ordinary when I have the chance to be anyone?”

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NA JAEMIN ~ ARSONIST

Jaemin always loved the idea of fire. Anything that you created could be gone so quickly. He loved being in control of it though. He loved being able to manipulate it to the point where he figured out to burn a single space in a matter of 5 minutes. He works alongside Doyoung in the aspect of learning what it takes to makes bombs and do it safely. Yet, sometimes he doesn’t care and just lets it range free as he watches in awe of its power to destroy something it took so long to build. 

His family kicked him out at 13 once they found his stash of explosives and fire equipment. Taeyong found his ability and hobby a good use and asset to the team. He acts super badass and hard when in actual reality, he’s super soft and a huge nerd when he is surrounded by his friends. 

“The most powerful weapon on Earth is the human soul on fire.”

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ZHONG CHENLE ~ ESCAPE ARTIST (IN TRAINING)

He was always put in sticky situations as a child. He came from the same situation as Renjun, yet he was never taken in by anyone. When he finally was, he escaped as quickly as he could from that ‘home’. He was tied down by the people who were supposed to look after him, yet he got out. He uses his abilities to be able to get out of any situation. Whether he is in the situation, or he’s telling another member what to do, he is relied on to get them out of there in a safe and timely manner.

He uses his abilities in his day to day life. Whether Kun wants him to help with washing some bloody towels or Jaehyun needs help to scrub blood off the floor, Chenle will quickly, effortlessly, and seamlessly slip out of the room unnoticed. Once he escapes, he runs to his friends to hang out and play games.

“It’s not that I want to escape my life in itself, I want to escape the harsh reality OF my life.”

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PARK JISUNG ~ ANTI - DOCTOR (IN TRAINING)

Basically goes against Kun. If an enemy is brought in and Kun already fixed them up, he would be the one to go back in and reverse everything that helped. He worked under Kun for a while and learned everything he needed to in order to save someone, and then reversed it. Kun didn’t approve but he would never let Jisung know that. If it’s still confusing, basically: an enemy comes in all beat up and injured (shot) - Kun fixes said victim - Jaehyun gets information out of said enemy - Jisung comes in and takes out the stitches that held all his wounds closed. Slowly and painfully. He knows how to keep the person alive while still bringing the most pain as possible. 

His family kicked him out at age 11 for being ‘psychotic’. He learned how to fend for himself through the waves of wanting vengeance. Yet, with being the youngest, he has all his hyungs to lead him on a better path with the exception of his trained work. 

“I’m not afraid of monsters thanks to the one that lives inside of me.”

[youremypride]

Michael x fem reader where she’s a satanic witch and she stops Michael of killing the butcher man just because she arrived on time and she offered to Miriam an other way to get what she wants just because she has a witch store and she offers a lot of services including animals for rituals and some how michael fall in love with her because she was kind with her mommy (sorry for my weird english hope you get the idea :( )

A/N: I changed up the story a little to make them the same age and the ending is just…:P I hope you guys enjoy this. It gave me a headache looking up satanic things, I had to pray to cleanse myself.

You walked down thecandy aisle, trying to find the strawberry flavoured gum you fancied a lot. Youclicked your tongue, disappointed to see none left by the racks. You decided tojust grab the original flavour, looking around the store before stuffing itinto the pockets of your dark denim jacket.

You started hearing awoman’s voice arguing with a man near the meat section at the back. Being thenosy person you are, you headed down where the noise was coming from. You hidbehind one of the aisles so that you couldn’t be seen.

A woman dressed in allblack from head to toe, with an awesome flat mohawk hairdo with her sidesshaved, was arguing with the butcher, whom you come to know as Jim, about notgiving her a head of a goat for her incantations. If a normal personencountered this situation, they would think she’s mad to ask for a goat’shead. But, you were different, and you knew exactly why she needed it for.

The woman lookedfurious and began demanding to see his manager, storming away and leaving a youngman with the trolley cart behind. The moment you laid eyes on him, you felt anunusual sensation coursing through your veins. He felt…odd.

“You are rude.” Hestarts speaking to Jim. “Don’t ever talk to her like that.” He eyed him, as afrown appeared on his face, narrowing his eyebrows towards Jim.

Jim started cursing athim and insulting the woman from before who you assumed was his mother.

Before things turnedsour, you stepped out from your hiding place, revealing yourself to them. “Hey,Jim. How you’ve been? Got any good dickinglately?” You spoke coolly. You knew Jim before, seeing as you worked part timeat the supermarket here last summer.

“Y/N! Haven’t seen youin a while. Haven’t gotten laid in a week, care to take up that offer?” Now youremembered why you quit working here after four days. You couldn’t stand this sleazebag, constantly hitting on you. Just seeing his face made you repulsed beingaround him.

“Please, asshole. Iwouldn’t fuck you even if you’re thelast man on earth. I’d rather fuck a dead corpse.”You retorted, then shifted your eyes towards the young man beside you.

“Is this motherfuckerbothering you?” You pointed towards Jim. “I wouldn’t buy my meat from thisfucker. He doesn’t wash his handsafter he jerks himself off during breaks.”

You started chuckling,only angering Jim even more. “Fuckyou, Y/N. Get the hell out of here, you’re pissing me off.”

Rolling your eyes, youpointed your fingers towards the young man, before signaling a ‘come hither’gesture at him. “You, walk with me.”

He nodded and startedpushing his cart beside you. He was silent and you can feel him tensing aroundyou, seeing that you were a stranger to him, and a girl to add on. He wasnervous, and you can tell he’s never been around girls his age before.

“I heard your mother’slooking for a goat’s head. I can help with that.” He glances at you, puzzled.“How can you help with that? That guy back there doesn’t even sell them. Whatmakes you think you can find one?” He questions you.

“You underestimate me,boy. What’s your name?” You asked him. “Michael, what’s yours?”

“Y/N.” You held outyour hand for a handshake and he slips his hand beside yours, shaking it.“Well, now that we’re acquainted, let’s get your mother. She’s going to love this place I’m taking you.”

“Michael. Ugh, thisplace is worst than heaven. The management here is just unacceptable.” She seemssurprised to see you standing beside her son, wondering who you were and whyyou were there. “Can I help you with something, child?”

“Oh, no. I’m not theone who needs help. I heard you’re looking for a goat’s head. I know a placedowntown where you’ll find one. I can take you there, if you’re totally okaywith it.” She eyed you suspiciously, bringing her hands to her hips.

“And what makes you thinkI’ll go with you, willingly?” Youcould only chuckle at her, shaking your head before rolling up your sleeve andshowing her the mark of the pentagram on your inner side of your right arm.

“The Dark Lord statesthat we should help our fellow comrades in need. I’m offering you help and something tells me you also need more than just a goat’s head. Am Iright?” You smirked at her.

The mark had somehow managedto convinced her to follow you. She agreed, provided that her son came with her.“Sure, he can come too.” You smiled at her. “I’m Miriam, by the way. It’salways a pleasure to meet one of my kind.” You shook her hand, “Y/N. Likewise.”

“What about thegroceries? Should we leave it?” Michael asked.

The three of you headedoutside where the parking lot was. You cursed yourself for parking way too farfrom the entrance and having to walk such a distance. When you finally foundyour vehicle, you could hear Michael’s gasp.

“OH MY GOD! You own a hearse?! That’s just sick.”You twirled your keys around you finger, walking up towards the driver’s sideto unlock the door. “Yeah, the name’s Heather. Had this baby after I turned 16,and she’s been my pride and joy ever since. You can take the backseat Michael,we had it installed just recently. Miriam, you can take the passenger seat.”

The both of themclimbed into the hearse, and once everyone had fastened their seat belts, youturned on the engine and drove out the parking lot.

“So, why a hearse? Whynot a regular car?” Miriam spoke up, breaking the silence as the radio plays inthe background.

“Because I’m a little extra. You don’t normally see a teenagegirl driving down the road in a hearse, do you? Yeah, and my family owns a funeralhome, hence why I became so fond with hearses. Besides, I like to scare theliving shits out of the old people at the nursing home.

I would pass by thebuilding every Sunday morning while playing haunted demonic songs out loud. Iheard one of them almost died of a heart attack and I stopped before I get intotrouble with the law.” You responded back.

“You really did that?That’s awesome!” Michael chirped.

“My, if you were mydaughter I would’ve been so proud.” You glanced towards her to see her smile atyou. “Do you mind if I ask how old you are?”

“I’m turning 18 inthree months. Once I’ve turned 18, I’ll finally be able to join the familyritual. Just thinking about it makes me so excited. I just wanna be 18already.”

“Oh, you’re almost thesame age as Michael then. I’m sure you both will get along well.”

“My mater says I need to make friends, too.She’s been bugging me ever since I moved here.”

“Oh,” Miriam seemedsurprise, “You’re not from here?”

You shook your head,“Nah, I’ve been staying with my parents back in my home country. I only came herebecause it was time for me to join the family business and learn the ropes frommy grandparents.”

“What’s your familyname, if you’re okay with saying it.”

“L/N.” You simplystated.

“L/N? The L/N?” She sounded shock, and herface was too, except she looked like she was happy about it. “Never have Ithought a day where I meet a member of the L/N family will come. It’s an honourto meet you.”

“L/N? Is her familythat big of a deal? They sound commonto me.” Michael remarks from behind your seat.

“Bite your tongue, boy!The L/N family has been one of the greatestsatanic family cult of our history. If you must know, they’re the reason whywe’ve been prospering over the years. Their teachings and knowledge of what weknow today is all because of them. They are also the founders of The Church ofSatan, the first of all the churches.” She explains to him.

“Wow, you must know alot about our family. Your faith in Satan sure is strong. I admire you, Miriam.Even I couldn’t reach that level offaith and I’m the sixth generation of L/N. Maybe I should do more rituals in myfree time.” Looking at your surroundings, it looked familiar and you know youwere approaching your destination.

“We’re here. Thatdidn’t take long. Told you it was nearby.” The three of you got out of the car,closing the door before locking it.

“This whole stretch ofbuilding here belongs to my family. Every store you see here is the differentkinds of business my family owns. Each store is connected with a side door inthe back room of each store so we can pop in in any of the stores withouthaving to use the front entrance.

The first floor ismainly the store with a back room behind the front. The second and third flooris also connected to make one huge living space and lastly, the fourth floor iswhere we do our rituals or when we pledge a new member to our society.

The main entrance toour living space is through this red door and up a flight of stairs. There isalso another set of stairs in the back room so we can access our home easily ifwe’re closing for the day without using the front door.” You pointed towardsthe four buildings that were joined together in front of you.

“Come on, I’ll bringyou to meet my grandfather, he runs the butchery here.” You showed them the wayto the second store from the right. The front was painted a navy blue colour. Asign above the store read, ‘Dragonul Diavolului – Butchery & Deli since1996’ the words painted in golden over a black background. The windows had meatthat had been cut hanging on display with different kinds of meat in a frozendisplay box under it too.

The bell of the frontentrance rang, emitting small chimes once you entered the store. There was onlytwo other people apart from the three of you in there, looking around for meat.

You found yourgrandfather behind the counter of the cashier and ran up to greet him.

“Avus!” He turned around at the direction of the sound, smilingdelightfully at the sight of you rushing towards him. You gave him a big hugbefore he ruffles your hair messily.

“Puermeus, ubi eras?” He asked worriedly. You apologised and said you werecoming back from an errand your grandmother had gave you in the same languagehe spoke.

“You speak Latin?”Miriam came up towards the cashier. You nodded, “Yeah, everyone in the familydoes. It’s mandatory for us to know our mother tongue in this family. Abeautiful language yet forgotten.” You hung you head low, only for yourgrandfather to pushed your head aside jokingly.

“Speaking nonsenseagain, my child.” He chuckles, before greeting Miriam with a smile, “We’reRomanians, that is why we speak of the language. It’s a family tradition thatruns in our family. Other times we just speak in English or Romanian among eachother. My name is Gabriel, how may I help you today?”

“Your granddaughtersays you have what I need. I need a goat’s head; do you have it?” Miriam askshim coolly.

“Of course, he has it. Avus’s butchery is the only one in townthat sells all kinds of meat……andother things too.” You spokeconfidently.

“She’s right. It’s inthe back, wouldn’t want to scare away customers if I have it out front. I neednormal customers to patronize my store too. But for you, it’s on the house. Wejust have it recently cut and fresh too. I’ll have my grandson help you. Luca!”He calls out to your oldest brother.

A raven-haired boyappeared from the entrance door of the back room. He was wearing a netted headcover, plastic gloves on both hands and an apron that was covered in blood tiedaround his body. When he looked up, he flashes you a toothy grin, waving atyou. “Y/N. You’re back. Slacking onthe job, I see. Avia is looking foryou, go see her now.”

Another boy with redhair popped his head out from the side of the door, revealing it to be yoursecond oldest brother. “Y/N? Oh, you’re soin trouble now. Avia is gonna killyou.” He teases you, showing off his tongue before being reprimanded by yourgrandfather.

“Darius, back to work.Before I cut your pay this month!” He warns your brother. Luca leads Miriam tothe back, leaving only you, your grandfather and Michael.

“You should bring theboy along to see your grandmother. She’ll be delighted to see you, fili mi.” You nodded and asked Michaelto come with you.

“Your family’s reallynice and I really appreciate what you did back there.” Michael thanked you,lacing his hands together behind his back.

“It’s no problem. It’sthe least I can do for your mother.My family’s peculiar in a way, we’rejust nice as long as we can do business without any problems. If not, strangeshit starts happening and we don’t want that to happen.” You admitted. No onedared to mess around with the L/N family, even the government. They knew itwould mean ultimate death if they as so lay a finger on anyone from the family.

“My grandmother runsthe bookstore. She likes the quietness and aromatherapy in contrast to the loudnoises of the butchery and the smell of copper. I wonder why she even married aSatanist when the sight of bloodmakes her faint.” You giggled, opening the door and allowing him to enter.“Ladies, first.” The joke only made Michael rolled his eyes.

“Te, lasciva puella! You were supposedto be back here half and hour ago. Where have you been?” Your grandmotherstorms up towards you before smacking your butt in front of Michael, causinghim to laugh at the sight of your humiliation.

“I was running errandsfor you. Stop it!” Your grandmother straightens herself out, gazing at the boybeside you. “Ah, you must be Michael. I’m glad Y/N stopped you in time beforeyou did something bad.”

Creases appeared inbetween Michael’s eyebrows, almost knitting together. “How do you know my name?How did you know what happen? Did Y/N text you or something?”

Your grandmother shookher head, “I don’t text, dear child.I simply know. That’s the reason whyI sent Y/N to get you. You see, Michael. You’re special. Just like mygrandchildren. All four of you have powers beyond your greatest imagination.

Your blood runs throughthe dark power from the Dark Lord andyou have no idea how strong you all are. Despite my granddaughter being a witchand my grandsons being warlocks, they seek the guidance of the Dark Lord toshow them the right path.

You have power in you,Michael. Powers waiting to beunleashed. Y/N can help you seek the guidance you need. If you choose to acceptit or not, Michael. The choice is yours.” Your grandmother tells him.

Judging by the way hewas looking at you, you swore you could see his cheeks blushing red and hispupils dilating at the mere sight of you. You would’ve told him you could hearhis heartbeat pounding hard against his ribs, but you didn’t. Because yours wasdoing the same thing too.

“Sure, Mum said I needto make friends, wouldn’t hurt to be friends, for now, right Y/N?” And that my friends, was the start of a blossominglove.

[dis-easedfairy]

Impulsive Decision pt.3

Chapter 3: Talk with Jin

WARNINGS:  SWEARING/STRONG LANGUAGE | KIDNAPPING 

Pairing: BTS x Reader / Kim Taehyung x Reader / Kim Seokjin x Reader

Word Count: 3,032

Summary:  Y/n is the owner of a very wealthy and successful company, Barnanby Inc. Y/n attends a BTS show. They make a very impulsive decision to show a loophole in BTS’s security and end up kidnapping BTS and 2 girls. In a fit of panic Y/n stashes BTS and the girls in a very luxurious bunker for the time being, but Y/n’s world slowly starts to crumble the longer the boys are out of the public’s eye.

A/N: This one may be a bit longer. I promise the next one will have more action. I also changed Y/n/n (Your NickName) to N/n (Nick Name) because I don’t know if any of you have InteractiveFics and are getting weird results.

     I woke up in the morning to the smell of bacon. My eyes slightly opened, the light was on. Tae must have turned it on at some point. I tried to sit up, but the pain in my back returned, making me moan out in pain. I stood up and made my way to the bathroom. I checked my back to see and a large streak of purple. Of course, it would bruise and give me hell. I brushed my teeth and made sure my hair was okay. I got everyone clothes but me, so my black hoodie and jeans would have to last until I went out again. I was irritated already. I decided to search for my car keys. I needed time alone. If I faced 9 people in a sour mood, things wouldn't go over well.

I groaned once I realized I must have left my keys in the kitchen yesterday when I was unloading bags. I was hoping I could just run in and run out, sadly, however, there was the sound of the boys and girls laughing, Jin arguing with Jungkook and RM trying to defend Jin. 

I opened the door as fast as I could, saw my keys on top of the counter, snatched them tried to run back out. I felt arms around me and heard Tae's voice.

"N/n~" He seemed to whine. 

"You can't leave yet! You haven't had breakfast." I could hear the pout he was giving me.

" 'N/n' ?" Jungkook's voice run through, sounding both angry and shocked.

I totally forgot I told him to call me that last night.

"I'll grab something on the way to the office, I need to check up on the company's progress with the expansion." It wasn't too much of a lie. 

I did need to check, but I more or less knew my employees had it on lock.

"But I asked Jin to make waffles! I'll even give you a tower of whipped cream!"

I tensed. 

"Hobi Hyung made sausage and Namjoon Hyung …attempted to fry bacon."

"AT LEAST IT DIDN'T BURN!" RM called out.

I turned to face him, to at least talk my way out of this.

"Really Tae, I'm-"

"Did they really just call you 'Tae'!?" Jimin suddenly yelled out. 

Tae turned to give Jimin a look and turned around to hug me, only for me to hiss in pain as his arms wrapped around me, making contact with my bruise. He pulled away quickly.

"What is it?" He frowned.

I shook my head. I felt my shirt suddenly lift, cold air making me squeak in surprise. Jin let out a noise of surprise behind me.

"How long where you planning on leaving this untreated!?" Jin demanded.

Tae moved to look behind me and too let out a sound of disbelief. 

"It's only a bruise, I'll just wait for it to fade." I began swatting at their hands, aiming mostly for Tae's, who was lifting my hoodie too much, exposing my stomach, and side.

"You need to put ice on this, Y/n." Tae's voice was stern. 

"How do you know their name?" Suga asked.

"Their friend, Jason said it." J-Hope chuckled with a roll of his eyes like it was obvious.

"Their accomplice?" Jungkook smirked.

"Don't call him that! He had nothing to do with this!" I nearly shouted.

"He knows we're all here. He helped you. He's an accomplice." Jimin sat back, arms folded across his chest, a sinister smirk on his face to match Jungkook's.

I felt cold hit my bruise from Jin getting an icepack, I grabbed the fabric of my hoodie and pulled it down.

"I'm fine! I just..."I snapped.

I ran my hand through my hair, trying to find a string of words to dismiss everything.

"I'm going to work. Write a list if you all need anything." I began to walk out. 

"Okay, top of the list; Freedom." Linza called out. 

"Fuck off, Ducktape Girl." I called back, sliding the door closed behind me.

     I managed to get to my apartment without any of my nosy neighbors asking me questions. I quickly began to pack a bag and debated if I should just leave a note of the location of the 9 people in my bunker and flee to another country. I plopped down on my bed. My stomach growled. No dinner or breakfast was getting to me. I pulled out my phone.

"Hi, yes, I'd like to place an order. Well, I need enough for 10 people. 7 of them are men who eat a lot. You're thinking 20? How many fries? I'm thinking 12, just in case. Drinks? Uh, I think I'll just grab different kinds just for variety sake. You'll do it for me? Thank you so much! How much? Not a problem, I'll pick it up in an hour? Thank you again! Have a wonderful rest of your day!" I hung up and finished packing. 

I jogged to the kitchen and grabbed a slice pizza that I had in there from before all this madness and munched on it as I walked out, luggage rolling behind me. 

"Miss/Mr. L/n!" The woman at the front desk called. 

I turned to give her a small wave and walk up to the desk.

"Your package arrived yesterday! I kept it in the back and I didn't see you walk in." Package?

I waited as she walked into the door behind the desk and came back out, dragging a large almost flat box behind her. What in the world? I kneeled down to look at the shipping label and suddenly remembered what it was.

"Thank you! I actually have another place to put this." I informed, picking it up. 

"Other than your apartment? You can't possibly but that up in your office." 

"No, no, I was going to put it in my b-I mean, my office was exactly where I was putting this! Thankyouforkeepingthissafebye!" I quickly power-walked out.

  I got to the company and it all seemed calm. Until I got to the busiest floor. I could barely walk. Jason was calling out commands and froze once he saw me. He ran to me, grabbed my arm and dragged me to his office with silence.

"What are you doing here!?" He whisper yelled.

I rolled my eyes, dramatic as usual.

"Checking up on the adjustment. Busy I see."

"Yes. You shouldn't be here when you have 9 other people waiting." He drew out through his teeth, forcing a smile.

"Why are you talking like you really need to pee but you're holding it in?"

"Please don't tell me you...'put down' that poor girl."

What the fuck was he talking about?

"Now say that in a language I understand."

"Did you kill anyone!?" He suddenly said loudly, making me jump.

"What the actual fuck, Jason, no! Granted she made me have a bruise on my back and this cut that totally put a dent in my game, but that's not enough to 'put down' Ducktape Girl!"

He put his face in his hands, defeated.

"You fucking called her 'Ducktape Girl'." He muffled into his palms.

"It was better than 'Ducktape Bitch'!" I countered.

"She has a name!"

"Oh really? Then what is it Ducktape Hoe!?" 

"I'm not arguing with you about this, Y/n! I'm not a hoe!"

"Emma says you are!"

"Fuck Emma!" As soon as he nearly shouted, he peeked out the blinds of the office, making sure Emma wasn't coming to ruin his world.

I sighed.

"They're fine. There is no internet or cell service. They couldn't figure out the dial pad if they tried. They also don't have the key to the vault. I'm not keeping them forever. It's only until it dies down a bit."

"YOU CAN'T LET THEM GO! ARE YOU MENTAL!?" He nearly screamed.

"MENTAL, BUT NOT HEARING IMPAIRED, FUCKER!" I shouted, covering my ears from his outburst.

"You could go to prison! You could lose the company! Your family will crumble!"

"You tell no one!"

"How do yo-"

"Janis Turner."

He clamped his mouth shut. His eyes narrowed.

"You wouldn't."

"How did the story play out again? Didn't she press char-"

"Okay, okay, okay! I won't say anything. Just don't let them go."

"I have to. "

I quickly remembered.

"Hey, do you think you can get me a rainbow of Barnaby plushies within the next 20 minutes? Make sure to get a gray one."

I carried the large plastic bags of food and set them on the stainless steel counter as I ran to the door to get the large package. I slid open the door to make Jin and J-hope jump as they rummaged through the kitchen.

"I got lunch!" I called out as I let the package down to get the bags. 

"Did you even eat breakfast?" Jin sounded like a parent.

"Yes, Jin. I ate a slice of old pizza." I rolled my eyes.

J-Hope laughed, getting the cooler of drinks by the door and started to unload it onto the dining room table.

"Old pizza for breakfast, really, Y/n?" He sighed.

I gulped. My name sounded nice coming from him. I handed Jin a bag. 

"They're smashed burgers. I wasn't sure of your preferences so I get just got double meat and cheese." I spilled, dazed by the sudden softness in his aura.

He smiled.

"That sounds fine. How many did you get?"

"20. and 12 orders of fries,"

J-hope choked on his drink. Jin's eyes widened. 

"You got 20 hamburgers!?"

I looked down at my shoes.

"I've ordered more. It's usually my go-to place. They know I have guests at my home or office for business deals. I play them generously and even put their advertisement posters up in my company. They're on call for lunch by my employees." I muttered.

"Pretty generous deal if you ask me." J-Hope agreed.

"What are you even drinking?" Jin asked J-Hope.

"Ah, 'Watermelon Wonder'." 

I smiled at his amazing English. 

"Melons, mint and a touch of lime. My brother has been pushing me to release a line of them with different variations and snacks, but I feel like now isn't the time." I mindlessly explained to Jin. 

And there I go with the word vomit.

"Why would you have a say?" Jin asked.

" 'Barnaby's Watermelon Wonder', right? That's my company. The recipe is my dad's inspired by my mom's recipe that was god awful. We served it at fundraisers, it got popular so my father decided to can it and sell it in our toy stores, just recently we started selling them at 'Brave New World'." I cleared my throat, "My go-to burger joint I mean."

They gawked at me, eyes wide like I just kidnapped the 10th person.

"You own Barnaby Inc.!?" J-Hope choked out. 

"You have to be joking." I heard, turning to face the right hall where the sentence came from. 

It came from Jimin, but Jungkook, RM, Ducktape Girl, Suga and Seongmi we behind him.

"I, uh, told Tae yesterday," I informed, rubbing the back of my neck.

"I also told you all I own a cartoon/tv/toy company when I showed you the rest of the bunker..."I added.

"We thought you were joking!" Jungkook called out. 

I shook my head.

"I can even tell you we are expanding to video games. A few companies interested in partnering with us are the ones who sent the arcade cabinets." I felt small under their gaze.

"But you have 'Mortal Kombat'! You have 'PAC-MAN'! YOU HAVE 'MARVEL SUPERHEROES'!!!" I thought Jungkook was going to pass out.

"Yeah, I'm still waiting for 'Space Invaders' and 'Super Mario Bros.' to be delivered, your point!?" I was getting defensive.

Did they not think anyone wanted to partner with us!? I walked to the entrance room of the bunker on got the box I requested from Jason. I set it on the kitchen counter and opened it. I fished out the gray plush and stepped back, motioning them to look at them.

"I even got you all plushies, some of those colors and patterns aren't even released yet. I will deliver this," I closed the box, stuffing it under my arm and shook the gray plush in my hand "To Tae, he wanted one yesterday." I brushed passed them going to the gaming room, where sure enough, Tae was playing PAC-MAN.

"Hey, Tae." I smiled.

He turned to face me, eyes lighting up once he saw the plush.

"He's so cute." He cooed, accepting the plush and holding it close, making the most adorable sounds I've ever heard.

"I have a box full of them, but they have to earn them." I pouted to which Tae giggled at. 

"All they have to do is be friends with you to earn a plush?"

I felt a sense of joy rush through me.

"I'm your friend!?" I beamed.

"Yes."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

     I began to set up my package. A cool white neon sign. They were wings. I was setting it up in the room farthest down the hall. It was the biggest, meant to be a master bedroom. The big closet with had mirrors as sliding doors and I made sure to set up a few ring lights. I was going to use it as a drawing/ painting studio, but it may never come to that now. I sighed, grabbing my backpack off the floor and pulled out my sketchpad. I drew a few rough drafts of Barnaby in different outfits to appease the gaming companies. 

Usually sitting in a plain white room made me more creative, but since I was more stressed than usual it was driving me insane. 

I turned off the lights and moved my drawing session to the kitchen island. Barnaby in a Raiden outfit. Barnaby with a PAC-MAN t-shirt. Barnaby in Spider-Man outfit since I was too lazy to draw Captain America's shield. I rested my head on the countertop, letting the cool stone sooth me enough to close my eyes. 

"You seem very stressed." I heard. 

I opened my eyes to see Jin standing beside me. 

"Glad it's noticeable." I sighed. 

Jin began to run his hands through my hair. My eyes fluttered shut. 

"Mmmm."I hummed in appreciation. It felt so nice. I didn't want it to end. Jin chuckled at my humming. 

"I will pay you to do this." I dreamily stated. 

"When's the last time you had someone do this?" 

"Mmmm, my 'boyfriend' when I was 16. I was bolder then and put his hand on my head, it only lasted a second or two." 

"How old are you now?" 

"...20..." Jin gasped. 

"When is the last human touch you had??" 

"Uh, Jason when he pulled me in his office today, Tae this morning. Ducktape Girl when we fell down the stairs, Jimin when he tried to kill me yesterday and uh...my mom almost a month ago when I went to visit because she threatened to release my baby pictures. I have 3 siblings, they were open about their grief when my father died. Lots of hugs from them and crying together. I just asked everyone to not touch me and stay away until I said they could touch me." 

"You still haven't said they could I'm guessing." 

"Correct. Seems like you and Tae are breaking the cycle. It's nice." I felt my face heat up slightly. 

"Y/n?" 

"Yeah?" 

"Why did you do it?" 

I wonder that myself, Jin.

 "I found a flaw in security that day. No one actually checked the limo driver. Anyone could have done it. In my head, it was to prove a point. Halfway through when you all got in the limo, I realized how bad it would look and got afraid of the consequences. I was a stupid coward, that's all, Jin. I'm just sorry you all had to and still have to suffer because of it." I lifted my head to look at him. 

"Well once we leave we can just move on." He sighed.

 I gave him a sad smile and shook my head. 

"You guys will. Not for me though." He looked at me in confusion. 

I decided to explain it. 

"It's no secret that Jimin, Jungkook, and Suga hate me. RM and J-Hope are wildcards to me at this point. You and Tae are the only ones who actually talk to me. The girls were terrified. I deserve the bruise on my back. The cops hate my family, Jin. Even if you don't press charges, they WILL find a way to send me to prison. Jimin and Suga's recording is still there, even if they delete it, I could still be ruined. My best friend can and will be labeled as an accomplice. I'm treading on thin ice. I'm just hoping I get to my lawyer in time to make sure my family gets everything I own. I'm keeping you all in a bunker, for what? The news won't die down. The longer you are all gone, the bigger this gets. My life is ruined after this." My voice cracked, tears coming to my eyes.  

 Jin shook his head wildly. 

 "The cops can be that horrible." 

"My little sister almost had an assault charge for accidentally hitting a kid in the park. They are just waiting for the chance." 

"I'll make them delete the recordings and never bring this up!" He promised.

"Don't force them. I deserve it. I broke several laws. I'll be fine, Jin. It's kinda good to know you care so much about the person who kidnapped you." I smiled.

“Because you’re a person too.” He almost whispered. 

Jin stepped closer to me and took my hand and lightly tugged on it to signal me to stand. Once I stood he pulled me into a hug, I returned it.

“If you pull out a knife, I’ll be so mad.” I joked.

He let out a laugh, hugging me a little tighter. I heard several footsteps and talking, which turned into silence once they saw Jin and me hugging.

“Yah! Stop trying to steal Y/n, Jin!” Tae joked.

“Or just don’t go near them at all,” Jungkook added.

“Jin and I were having a nice moment and you guys are ruining it!” I complained.

“Would you do me the honor and help me with dinner?” Jin asked me with a smile.

“There is nothing I’d love more right now.”

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A/N: Hrmmm which member is up next? I wonder...🤔

[vagrantblvrd]

Breaking Light (1/1)

Summary: Gavin’s a goddamn freak of nature.

Notes: Because reasons.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

AO3

Gavin’s a goddamn freak of nature.

And, right, sure, that sounds super shitty when you say it out loud, but it’s true.

“Michael,” Jeremy says, sad little look on his face because he’s still too new to the crew to really understand what Michael means when he says shit like that.

Especially when it comes to Gavin.

“Okay, look,” Michael says, leaning closer to Jeremy. “Remember last month?”

No other description necessary because they all remember last month, the heist that went fucking swimmingly until the escape vehicle just up and quit on them. Fucking three thousand and something feet up in the air and the engines had quit on them, Jack somehow pulling another miracle out of his ass and landing them in more or less one piece in the goddamned mountains.

Phones either trashed in the heist and consequent getaway or out of signal range.

Long-ass trip back down the mountains and somewhere they could call for a pick-up, and Gavin, okay.

Like.

Fucking Survivor-ed them the fuck out of there, only with less drama and backstabbing and actual, practical survival skills.

The four of them falling into line and actually listening without giving him (too much) shit when he just casually took charge.

Acting like he always did when he knew exactly what the fuck he was doing. Like it wouldn’t be odd that he knew which plants were edible because they were expecting to be at a safe house by sundown and didn’t have any food or water on them.

That he knew how to follow a game trail – knew to fucking recognize it as one at all – until they crossed over an old hiking trail. Knew how to build them shelter for the night when it became clear they weren’t making it out of the mountains before dark and temperatures started to drop.

Knew a whole hell of a lot about living off the land in the wilderness outside of Los Santos for someone who’d grown up in another fucking country.

“...Okay, yeah,” Jeremy says slowly, “That was kind of weird.”

Just a little.

There are other things weird when it comes to Gavin too, not as blatant, but when they happen, you notice. Or should, but Jeremy’s kind of horrifically oblivious sometimes, and he still looks at Gavin like he’s the coolest guy around.

Which, fair. Gavin does seem pretty cool until you get to know him, learn the kind of asshole he is and then it’s just downhill from there. (Jeremy will figure it out soon enough though, he’s a smart guy.)

Gavin, though. Has this odd array of skills that somehow end up saving the day more often than not. Weird, really random shit sprinkled in there with the everyday practical things. Bits of knowledge that they’ve been able to use to their advantage time and time again.

And maybe that wouldn’t be all that odd, except for the fact this is Gavin, and he gets weirdly evasive when they ask about it.

“I dunno,” Jeremy says with a shrug, still trying to give Gavin the benefit of the doubt or some shit. “Maybe he likes camping?”

Michael sets his beer down slowly, gives Jeremy this look.

Gavin’s not averse to the whole outdoors thing once in a while – as long as it’s on his terms.

And there are times when Gavin takes off for a while without any real explanation. Just tells them he has business he needs to take care of, this odd little look on his face and disappears on them.

For all Michael knows he could be living it up in the wilderness somewhere. Build himself a little lean-to or shack out of twigs and shit and going primal man whatever the fuck else, who knows?

But it’s still Gavin, and Michael has a hard time seeing that when the fucker spends most of his time in his room with his computers and tech. Gets this confused look on his face sometimes when one of them drags him out into the sun like he’d forgotten what the big glowing ball in the sky was.

“Okay, okay,” Jeremy says, holding his hands up. “You win this one.”

Michael snorts because hell of a victory, that one, getting someone to agree that Gavin’s a freak of nature.

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Michael’s known Gavin for a while now. Worked with him a time or two before they joined up with the Fakes, this hacker who knew how to keep his mouth shut and get the job done and a sense of humor that meshed amazingly well with Michael’s.

The kind of asshole Michael worried about even then because Gavin took jobs with crews that would have sold him out in a heartbeat. All smiles and deflections even when he’d show up at whatever bar they’d settled on for bevs with a busted lip or black eye or one memorable moment a fucking broken arm.

Acted like it wasn’t anything to worry about really, Michael, accidents happen and all, and then he’d find a way to change the subject and neatly avoid questions after that.

It had been a relief when Geoff brought Gavin on because that way at least Michael knew there would be people around to watch his back. People who’d give a shit about the idiot.

It was clear at the time that Geoff was worried about introducing Gavin to the rest of the crew, because Gavin -

There’s really no other way to describe him than to say that Gavin is very much Gavin.

Definitely a little shit, annoying as hell and fucking infuriating at times because he knows exactly what buttons to push when it comes to people. Figures them out real fast and gets a kick out of fucking with them for the hell of it.

Gavin will bitch and complain like it’s the end of the world when he’s got a fucking splinter, but won’t say a goddamn thing when some fucker gets lucky and he catches a bullet in his vest that breaks a rib. (Infuriating for a different reason, and goddamn Michael hates him so much for that.)

The kind of guy who stays up three days straight coordinating things to get all of them home again after a heist goes bad. The guy who works himself ragged without a word of complaint because that’s what he does. Pushes himself harder than anyone else would because he looks at the crew the way the rest of them do.

Like the Fakes are more than a random bunch of assholes who happen to work together for the money to him. Like family.

So when Michael realizes something is going on with him, that Gavin’s gotten...not quite fidgety so much as. Watchful? Something like that anyway, Michael worries.

“Gavin.”

Gavin looks up, confused look on his face like he has no idea why Michael might be a little concerned when Gavin’s been acting weird all week.

“Michael?”

Michael sits down across from Gavin. Watches him for a bit while Gavin fidgets, tries to go back to whatever he was working on before Michael interrupted him, but this is Gavin.

A minute, two, and then Gavin sighs, like Michael's being difficult.

“Is there something you wanted?” Gavin asks, sounding a wee bit minged off, as he’d put it.

Michael looks at Gavin. Usual bags under his eyes because the fucker’s never figured out that sleep is a thing people need to function. So fucking stupid about taking care of himself sometimes.

“You’d tell me if you were in trouble, right?” Michael asks, gives up on being subtle because Gavin will act all confused, like he has no idea what Michael could possibly mean by that if he doesn’t.

Gavin cocks his head and Michael can see the fucker thinking about it, like it’s a more complicated question than yes or no.

And then he smiles, a little off, and says in this tone of voice Michael doesn’t buy for a fucking second:

“Of course, Michael boi. You know I would.”

The urge to call bullshit on Gavin is so fucking strong it's like a physical thing, but somehow – somehow – Michael pulls it all back and smiles at Gavin.

“Good to know, Gav,” he says, and wonders what the hell he’s managed to get himself into this time that he’s not telling them about.

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Gavin gets into a lot of accidents in the following weeks. Fender benders and the like and while he's not the best driver in the crew, even he's not that bad.

Whenever Michael tries to ask him about it Gavin laughs, makes little jokes about taking a refresher driving course and leaves it at that.

And it could be nothing because God knows the majority of the drivers in Los Santos should never have been allowed behind the wheel of a car. Might just be bad luck catching up to Gavin for once, because the little shit seems to have more than his share of good luck.

Scrapes through situations that would have killed anyone else with barely a scratch on him to the point here it’s honestly gotten a little ridiculous.

Still, it’s a bit of a concern. One that even Jeremy’s started to listen to instead of pretending to humor Michael, and then -

“Gavin’s late,” Geoff says, glancing at his watch.

Those words shouldn’t be as ominous as they sound because Gavin’s not exactly the most punctual of people, but after the last few weeks -

Well.

Jeremy’s already out of his seat, Jack close behind, and the elevator ride down to the garage is filled with tense silence. All of them coming up with various scenarios in their heads because Los Santos is a bitch of a city, and they’ve all made enemies here. Gavin maybe more than most because he’s a nosy little shit.

The doors open and they spill out into the garage, Geoff taking a moment to try Gavin’s phone again. Jeremy moves over to stand next to Michael, so very still, and Jack is watching Geoff.

“He’s not answering his phone,” Geoff says, trying to sound annoyed but its Geoff and the poor bastard worries far too much about them.

Michael opens his mouth to say something, maybe tell Geoff to get B Team on things, when they hear the garage door open. Turns to see Gavin’s stupid little Blista dragging through the entrance.

He’s lost his back tires somewhere, ungodly screech of metal on cement echoing eerily, and sparks shooting up.

They all stare in silence as Gavin pulls into an empty spot, engine rattling and shuddering alarmingly as he shuts it off, smoke curling out from under the hood.

The damn thing is riddled with bullets, back windshield gone and rear fender fucked up like someone hit him. Tried to run him off the road from the look of it.

Gavin has to fucking kick the driver’s side door to get it to open, metal groaning as it finally gives. When he notices them, Gavin has the gall to look surprised. 

“Hey guys,” he says,  and holds up the cup of coffee in his hand from the place he likes down the street, sheepish little smile on his face. “Sorry I’m late, the line was unbelievable.”

And then he takes this dainty little sip, fucking savors the stupidly expensive and unnecessarily complicated drink before wandering over to the elevators, little bounce in his step like nothing’s wrong.

The four of them can’t seem to move, focus on the poor Blista –

And the moment the elevator doors shut on Gavin, the rear bumper that’s hanging at a crooked angle finally gives up the ghost and falls to the floor with a clanking clatter like a death rattle.

========

Like the little shit he is, Gavin plays stupid when they catch up to him in the penthouse.

“I thought we were going to go over plans that job you were talking about?” he asks Geoff, little frown of confusion on his face.

Geoff looks like he could cheerfully throttle Gavin, but he forces a smile. Plays Gavin’s little game because fucking Gavin.

“Alright,” Geoff says, and claps his hand together, waving the others towards the heist room look on his face like he’s planning on talking to Gavin later, “why the fuck not, right guys?”

========

A sniper misses Gavin’s head by inches when he goes with Jack to a meeting with B Team about some territory issues that have come up. Shatters the windshield of Jack’s Entity and leaves him visibly shaken while Gavin is just so very blasé about all of it.

“Eh,” Gavin says, when they calculate the bullet’s trajectory and pinpoint its origin point. Michael and Jeremy looking for anything that might give them an idea as to the identity of the shooter while Gavin watches. “Not very good, were they?”

Michael stares at him as Jeremy trots over with a camera he’s ripped out of a wall, wires dangling. Gavin takes it from him, notes the battery pack still attached and sees the camera’s still transmitting.

Fucking smirks before he disconnects everything and shoves it in his coat pocket. Gives them this little smile and heads downstairs where Jack’s on the phone with Lindsay.

Jeremy gives Michael a look, and Michael shrugs because hell if he knows what’s going on with the little idiot.

========

After the mess with the sniper Geoff insists that Gavin doesn’t go anywhere without on of the crew with him at all times.

He puts up a fight about it, insists it’s not necessary and that everyone’s overreacting but gives in when Geoff pulls out the big guns. Calls Burnie up and lets him work on Gavin until he caves, grudgingly agrees.

But because he’s Gavin, he’s a bastard about it.

Drags them around the city for the tiniest of reasons at all hours.

Shakes Michael awake at four in the morning because he’s out of Red Bull and Michael, Michael, what if he’ll need it later in the day and the store runs out, what then, Michael? What then?

Pulls Jeremy out of a multiplayer match with Michael and B Team because he has a craving and he could go by himself, really, it’s only on the other side of the city and surely he’ll be fine on his own.

Makes Jack go along with him when he needs to upgrade his shit. Forces Geoff to sit through shitty movies.

And on and on and he’s wearing them all down because he’s an asshole and petty as fuck when he thinks they’re treating him like some kind of helpless damsel in distress.

“I’m going to kill him myself,” Jeremy mutters, face down on the living room couch. “Swear to God.”

Michael knows exactly what he means because for all of Gavin’s bitching? Geoff has a point about making sure someone’s with Gavin because someone very clearly wants Gavin dead as fuck.

They’ve found ignition bombs wired to Gavin’s cars he keeps in this little garage by the airport. Sticky bombs attached to whatever car he’s using for his bullshit errands in the handful of minutes they were seeing to said errands.

A few more run-ins with the mystery sniper they can’t find no matter how hard the look and goddamn poison in Gavin’s coffee just that morning. Gavin tripping and spilling it, this distinct scent that had Jeremy snatching the cup out of Gavin’s hands before he could take a sip of the remaining coffee.

“Tempting,” Michael admits, because he’s pretty fond of Gavin, but at the moment he wouldn’t mind beating the stupid out of him.

Jeremy groans, rolling over on his back to stare at the ceiling.

Michael feels for him because the shine’s worn off, Jeremy finally able to see Gavin as the piece of shit he really is.

“Just like, a little,” Jeremy says, and holds a hand up, forefinger and thumb spread apart as wide as they’ll go. “Really.”

========

They all forget just how good Gavin is, sometimes.

That before he joined the crew he held his own in one of the most unforgiving cities in the world. Fucking thrived, and even though he pulls miracles out of his ass for them on a regular basis they never really think about how fucking incredible it is.

How Gavin could, if he wanted, just disappear on them.

Just walk out of the penthouse and vanish, even with all the resources the Fake AH Crew has at its disposal with their network of allies all over the country, contacts overseas.

“Jesus Christ,” Geoff mutters, watching the video feeds of Gavin doing just that. Pauses to toss off a jaunty salute before taking off in Geoff’s Reaper.

B Team found it in down by the Del Perro Pier, traffic tickets tucked under its windshield wipers.

“Geoff,” Jack says, because Geoff’s watched that same video on loop for almost half an hour, trying to glean the tiniest scrap as to what the hell Gavin thought he was doing from it.

Muttering to himself about getting Gavin microchipped, slanting looks at all of them like he wants to get them all ‘chipped, with this look in his eye like he means it.

Lindsay and Trevor have B Team on it, scouring the city for any sign of Gavin and they haven’t turned anything up, which says something about the hold Gavin has on their contacts out there. People who’d cover for Gavin even with the rest of the Fakes looking for him.

And then Michael’s phone buzzes in his pocket, has him stepping away from the others to answer it.

“There’s semi-good news, good news, bad news, and worse news,” Lindsay says, bright and cheerful, sounds of faint yelling in the background. “Which one do you want first?”

Michael looks over to where Geoff Jack has finally pulled Geoff away from that damn video. Geoff seeming to listen to him as he nods along to whatever Jack’s saying, and rubs a hand over his face.

“Surprise me,” he says.

========

So.

B Team’s finally gotten a break, Matt managing to hack Gavin’s phone and track him down to an abandoned factory. Managed to get them access to the it’s microphone function so the get to listen in while Gavin plays some kind of fucked up cat and mouse game with the goddamned Vagabond.

They pile into one of Geoff’s cars and head out to the factory with B Team sending backup and this horrible knowledge they won’t get there in time.

A feeling that’s compounded by the way Gavin will just not stop fucking taunting the guy, needling him about all the near-misses and shoddy work. How close he came and really, for someone with a reputation like his he’d expected better of him.

“Holy shit,” Jeremy says, wide-eyed look of disbelief on his face. “What the hell is he doing?”

Michael would really like to know the answer to that too, really. Would love to shake his explanations out of him in person, and then tell him in vivid detail what an absolute asshole he is because fucking Christ.

========

They pass a wreck a couple of blocks from the abandoned factory. Some soccer mom van that hit a pile of bricks in an empty lot. An old Buccaneer plowed into the back of it and Michael shoots Geoff a worried look when he makes this noise.

Small, angry, probably going to rip into Gavin for being the reason he's going prematurely gray like he wasn’t born an old man.

And maybe Michael muttered that last bit out loud because Jeremy snorts beside him and when Michael looks up, he sees Geoff watching him in the rearview.

“Uh...”

“You and me are going to have a little talk,” he says, little twist to his lips like maybe he’s not planning to kill Michael and claim it was an accident, oops, “after we deal with this mess.”

Fantastic.

========

The factory is a disaster. Picked over by scavengers in the days since it’s been shut down, broken glass and who knows what the hell else all over, and big as hell.

A lot of ground to cover and they split up into pairs. Geoff and Jack going left while Michael and Jeremy go right.

Make their way through long corridors checking offices and storage rooms and find nothing. Head through to the main floor and freeze when they hear noise. Yelling,  words distorted by odd echoes and distance.

A look at Jeremy shows he’s ready for whatever they're going to run into, and they head towards the noise Find themselves in a large room, spot flashlights across the way. Geoff and Jack, all of them looking up at reverberating clang to see two figures on the rusty catwalk overhead, moonlight filtering down through broken skylights.

Too close to get a clean shot on the fucker backing Gavin into a corner, and Michael’s stomach turns as he looks for a way up to them. Finds a tangled, twisted pile of metal that looks to have been a ladder up to the catwalk long collapsed. Runs as fast as he can to the other side with the others on an intercept path, and the sickening realization they won’t make it in time.

Not when the Vagabond’s got a gun on Gavin, this dark, looming presence and Gavin just staring at him, hands empty.

Out of the corner of his eye Michael sees Geoff bring his own gun up, and when he looks back sees the look on his face. Torn between firing and hoping he hits the Vagabond instead of Gavin or not taking the shot at all.

“Geoff,” Jack says, like it’s killing him.

And Michael, he’s right there with Geoff, but Gavin and the Vagabond are too close together to risk it.

The only one of them who might make the shot is Jeremy, and he’s -

“I can’t,” he says, looking at Michael helplessly.

The Vagabond takes a step closer to Gavin, presses the barrel against his goddamn forehead and -

“Bang.”

It’s soft, quiet, but the word still reaches them.

The -

Wait.

Motherfucking wait.

Michael looks around at the others, sees the same stunned expressions on his face that he knows must be on his, and looks upward.

Sees the Vagabond lower his arm, and fucking laughing?

The asshole's laughing.

This weird little dorky, croaking laugh, as he tucks his gun away and holds a hand out to Gavin who takes it without hesitation. Lets the bastard pull him to his feet – still laughing – and then starts bitching.

At the Vagabond, who will just not stop laughing like this whole goddamned situation is all fun and games and what the actual fuck is going on right now?

“What the fuck?” Jeremy asks, looking lost and confused with this edge of anger creeping in.

Geoff looks like maybe he’s struggling with that himself, and Jack -

That’s. Wow.

Someone’s going to die, and odds are good it's going to be Gavin. Maybe the Vagabond, too, if the bastard's too busy laughing to notice.

Michael looks up, tracks the Vagabond and Gavin as they make their way down to the ground floor, Gavin still bitching the whole way. Something about the vehicles he’s lost in the last month or so thanks to the Vagabond? The way the crew’s been ‘like a bunch of overbearing mother hens’, and on and on and Michael is starting to feel a little anger of his own.

Especially when Gavin and the Vagabond pull up short when they realize they’re not alone. Share this little look that says better than anything these two assholes know each other pretty goddamn well.

“Uh,” Gavin says, and then lifts a hand to wave at them, awkward little thing. “Hey guys?”

Jack plucks the gun out of Geoff’s hands and everyone – even the Vagabond – moves out of the way when Geoff tackles him with a wordless yell.

========

There’s a lot of yelling after that.

A lot.

So much yelling.

All the yelling, and Michael's only responsible for part of it, which is an odd feeling for him.

Not unwelcome because Gavin sure as hell deserves it, but yeah.

Strange as hell.

========

B team shows up around the time the yelling winds down, let them take a car since Gain and the Vagabond managed to crash the ones they’d used to get to the factory.

Michael and Jeremy get tasked with making sure the two of them get back to the penthouse while Jack drives an alarmingly quiet Geoff back.

“I can explain,” Gavin says, the way he's been doing for a while now. “Michael, really.”

Michael catches Gavin’s eyes in the rearview mirror and says, clearly, succinctly, “Fuck off, asshole.”

Gavin opens his mouth like he’s going to keep pushing, but seems to think better of it, which.

Good.

Really.

========

It’s weird seeing the Vagabond in so familiar a setting as the penthouse’s living room.

Big scary guy with the dumb mask and this clear and present danger just. Chilling on the couch next to Gavin. Can of diet soda in front of him on the coffee table while everyone stares at him.

“So, uh,” Gavin says, scratching his head like he doesn’t know where to start even though he’s been telling them he can explain everything for a while now. “This. Um.”

He looks to the Vagabond for help, but the guy just shrugs.

“They’re your crew,” he says, this note to it like he’s getting a kick out of Gavin’s predicament.

Gavin glares at the Vagabond and sighs.

“In my defense,” he says, odd little inflection to those words, “I didn't realize it was him at first?”

That.

What.

Everyone’s staring at Gavin now, even the Vagabond.

“He does this thing,” Gavin continues, waving a hand at the Vagabond in the room. “Where he tries to kill me? It sounds a bit strange when you say it out loud, but, well. There you go.”

Michael has no words for this. None. Zip. Zilch.

“But he’s been out of town for a while, so I thought it was someone else trying to kill me.”

This is...not getting any better?

Gavin sounds so – he sounds like someone being out to kill him is this mild inconvenience that just happens sometimes Some small annoyance thrown his way, not someone out to fucking kill him.

“Okay, we’ll get back to that part later,” Jeremy says, pushing the conversation forward because that – yeah. That’s going to need some time to deal with. “What the hell do you mean the Vagabond trying to kill you is a ‘thing’? Are you talking like a hobby or what? Help us out here, Gav.”

“It’s just like it sounds like, isn’t it?” Gavin asks, looking a little confused himself that they don’t seem to be grasping such a simple concept. “The man’s a damn lunatic.”

Gavin tries to sound annoyed and put out, because you know, small annoyance ad all, but he just ends up sounding fond, and a look at the Vagabond shows the guy’s clearly amused by this whole situation, because of course he is.

Jeremy and the others keep asking questions. And it becomes clear that the reason Gavin has such a random pool of knowledge and skills and abilities is thanks to the weirdo in the mask trying to kill Gavin all the damn time.

That Gavin was forced to learn them if he wanted to survive and it’s this completely messed up situation that has Michael feeling quietly horrified. And a little like certain things make a hell of a lot more sense when it comes to Gavin now, all these little quirks of his that make sense in hindsight.

Still.

Fucking weird, both of them.

========

The Vagabond disappears a little while after that, and Michael, for one, is relieved because the guy’s goddamn weird.

Sure, Gavin trusts him, doesn’t seem overly concerned at the attempts on his life from the guy, but.

Fucking weird</i>.

His absence gives the crew time to accept that maybe the two of them know what the hell they’re doing if Gavin is somehow – miraculously – still alive.

And then a few months later Gavin comes in with some excuse about a ruptured gas line making him late.

There’s this. This pause, everyone sharing a look.

“Is this Vagabond related or something else?” Geoff asks, oh so careful because he’s a little touchy about the whole mess still, for understandable reasons.

Gavin smiles, this odd little thing as he nods.

“It’s got his name all over it,” he says, like that’s something to be happy about.

They stay out of this time around, let Gavin deal with the accidents and close calls on his own, although they make sure to ask him each time if it’s the Vagabond or some other fucker out to kill him, just to be sure.

And Gavin, alright. Gavin seems to realize that maybe it’s a stressful thing, this, watching him fend off attempts on his life on a near daily basis and not step in. He’s careful to keep them in the loop this time around. Checks in to let them know he’s fine, no need to worry.

(So goddamned weird.)

========

The cycle repeats every few months until Michael and the others – well, they don’t quite get used to it so much as they learn to work around it.

Anticipate it, and Lindsay and Trevor have been using it as a training exercise for members new to the B Team, a way to test their own skills and abilities in a relatively safe environment. Let them practice surveillance and the like while the Vagabond stalks Gavin like a twisted version of the ‘The Most Dangerous Game’.

The Vagabond takes to sticking around a little longer between each cycle. Coming to the penthouse with Gavin and sitting in on multiplayer death matches (where surprise, surprise, he mainly focuses on killing Gavin). Chatting with Jack about cars and bikes and becoming his new favorite target of Jack’s special brand of assholery to everyone’s delight.

Bonding with Jeremy over weapons and how best to apply them for maximum carnage. Which is probably a thing they’re going to need to keep an eye on right the fuck there, because thought of letting the two of them loose is definitely alarming.

There’s this bit of tension between him and Michael because the whole part where he occasionally tries to kill Gavin and all. But really, the guy’s not all bad.

Dark sense of humor and this assholishness to him, but Gavin seems happier when he’s around. Gets all  smiley and shit, like he'd break into some mushy as hell song if he was in some shitty musical.

So really, it’s not that big of a surprise when Geoff comes out of a meeting he had with the goddamned Vagabond looking like his world’s been flipped upside down.

Drops down on the couch next to Michael and stares at the television where Jeremy’s been beating the shit out of Michael’s character for the last fifteen minutes.

“Geoff?”

Geoff waves a hand in the general area of somewhere and fails to make words happen, so Michael pauses the game, ignoring Jeremy’s noise of protest.

“Geoff.”

After a moment Geoff turns to look at Michel, eyes flicking to Jeremy for a second before he looks back at Michael.

Says, like someone’s come in and told him the world is, in fact, flat, or that the moon really is made out of green cheese:

“They’re married.”

Michael shares a look with Jeremy.

“Who?” he asks, in case they’re not on the same page here.

Geoff flails some more.

“Gavin and the Vagabond, they’re fucking married.”

Okay, well. Not that much of a surprise with the way they act around one another when the whole attempted murder thing isn’t happening.

“Someone hired him to kill Gavin years ago, and now they're married.”

That's -

Okay, that's not the usual progression of events, but given they're talking about Gavin, it doesn’t seem all that far fetched. (Fucker has a habit of getting the most unlikely people at his back.)

No doubt there’s a story to it, though, one that Michael isn’t sure he wants to hear because everything about the relationship those two have is so goddamned bizarre. Shit that shouldn’t make any sense at all, but when you factor them into it, somehow does.

“I invited the Vagabond into the crew and he accepted,” Geoff adds belatedly, which, again, not a huge surprise given how much time the guy’s been spending at the penthouse, but is nice to know.

Geoff looks a little broken still, which is just another reason for Michael not to ask, really. So long as the Vagabond doesn’t actually kill Gavin, he’s good not knowing.

“Want to play?” Michael asks, holding a controller out to Geoff.

It’s not exactly the kind of therapy Geoff needs after learning a little bit more about Gavin and the Vagabond, but it’s a start.

Find the Strand

[dancingalone21]

Boner

Summary: The reader moves into a new town and finds out something surprising about her gorgeous neighbor.

Pairing: neighbor!Dean x Reader

Requested: @whispersandwhiskerburn

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Change.

You’ve never despised a word so much in your god damn life. It mocks you, rips every little aggravation from the world and throws it right into your fucking face. It’s turned your life completely and totally upside down. Then it spun you the fuck around just to make sure you’re officially screwed.

Having just moved from New York two weeks ago, you can now call Nashville home. Forget a different state, you feel like you’re in a freaking different reality. The friendly residents alone throw you for a loop. You’re slightly convinced that they have some ulterior motive. Then again considering the shady fuckers in your past, you could just be paranoid. 

Growing up in a big city has given you a tough exterior that the men around here seem to be intimated by. It must be the way you carry yourself, also the permanent bitch face that you’ve acquired over the years.

You’ve finally settled into your new country home, a charming ranch that looks like it was pulled right from Better Homes & Gardens. It’s nothing spectacular but it feels like a mansion compared to your old cramped one bedroom apartment back home.

To say you still feel like an outcast in your own neighborhood is definitely an understatement. The constant pleasantries from a lot of your nearby neighbors is exhausting. How the fuck did you end up in the Brady Bunch?

“You see that Infiniti parked next to Nancy’s car? That’s her brothers car.” Your nosy neighbor Mrs. Simmons points to a red house that’s a few doors down from your own. The woman acts like she’s filling you in on government secrets.

“Oh ok.” You barely mumble, wondering why the fuck you need to know that.

“Nancy drives a black SUV and her husband Bill drives a gray Tacoma truck. Just letting you know, dear. So you don’t get nervous if you see a car you don’t recognize. He visits from time to time.”

Is this ridiculous chick for real? In New York, if there wasn’t a random drunken bum passed out on your apartment steps then it was a good day.

“Oh! And you know the Winchesters live right next to you in the blue house. So the black Impala belongs to…”

“I’m sorry but I’m gonna have to get going.” You sweetly cut her off, enjoying the confusion that appears on her face.

“Are you sure, Y/N? There’s much more I need to fill you in on!”

“I have…a lasagna in the oven. I just planned on running out to check the mail and then you were were walking by…”

“Oh alright. Well stop by soon!” Mrs. Simmons sings finally moving in the direction towards her own house. Which just so happens to be directly across the street from your own. Ugh.

You rush inside hoping to avoid anyone else, glancing at the bad ass black Impala in your neighbors driveway. It’s a gorgeous car and it belongs to an even more gorgeous man. Of course he’s a gorgeous married man with a beautiful wife and two adorable little kids.

It’s freaking fantastic. It’s just what you need on your friggin plate. A daily reminder that you’re braving this lame world alone. A reminder that your own marriage blew the fuck up, barely allowing you to crawl out in one piece. A constant punch in the gut that pulls you out of your false sense of happiness.

You’ve only spoken to the wife briefly, a quick ‘welcome to the neighborhood’ and Kelly was off to her nursing job. Dean on the other hand is around more with the kids, he’s been nice enough to take care of some handy work around the house for you. Helpful bastard.

Aggravated that you don’t actually have a lasagna in your oven, you whine to yourself about the noises your stomach is making. Grabbing your phone and keys in a huff, it’s off to the stupid supermarket you go.

“Hey neighbor!” You automatically know who that deep, sinful voice belongs to. Demanding yourself to ignore him, you quickly make a beeline to your Honda Accord. The immediate blush on your cheeks is embarrassing enough. You don’t need to glance in his direction to know he looks hot as hell.

“What’s up, Y/N?”

“Oh. Uhh…just heading out for some groceries.” You look down to the ground and shyly tuck a few strands behind your ear, missing the boyish grin he throws your way.

“You?”

“I’m supposed to mow the lawn but I’m procrastinating. I’ve just been fucking around outside, tidying up the kids toys and stuff.”

“Sounds fun. I’m surprised they’re not outside running around like usual.” You smirk, thankful you’re not stuck in that particular hell just yet.

“The kids are at their grandparents lake house for the weekend. Kelly too. They’ll be home in a couple of days.” The flirty gleam in his eye flashes so fast you’re not sure if you imagined it.

“Ah. Why didn’t you go?”

“Eh. Didn’t feel like it. I rather have some me time. To feel like a normal adult for a little while.” He snickers loudly, scratching at the scruff on his chin and it’s annoyingly distracting.

“Makes sense…”

“So watcha doing later?” Dean asks mischievously, his sexy bowlegs carrying him dangerously closer to you.

“Just hanging out. You?” You nervously chew your bottom lip, for some reason this friggin man turns you to complete mush.

“Same. So since I finally have the house to myself. Wanna come over?”

“Uhh come over?”

“Yeah. I can make you dinner or we can just order in and watch a movie. I’m sure there’s something good on Netflix. Whatever you want.” He shrugs sweetly then licks his pink plump lips. Oh god, those fucking lips.

“Just the two of us?”

“Yup. Just you and me, sweetheart.”

“I…I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Oh. You mean the date in general or…”

“Date.” Your eyes widen, shocked at how casual he’s being about this. You don’t know him very well but you can usually spot a douchebag from miles away.

“Are you serious?”

“Uh yeah. If you’re not interested then that’s cool. I guess it could get complicated since we’re neighbors and if it didn’t work out…” Dean trails off, now awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.

“Yeah. Not to mention that your wife and kids are also my neighbors.” You snap before speed walking to get into your Accord.

“Wait…” Dean’s long legs are annoyingly faster so he quickly blocks your car door, refusing to let you get in.

“Sorry, dude. I’m not gonna help you cheat.” You scoff with a scowl before giving up and racing into your house. So much for buying mother fucking food.

“My…what?!” Dean calls after you, now hot on your tail but you thankfully bolt inside before he can follow you.

“Fuck.” He growls under his breath, banging on your door before he stubbornly marches around to the back of your house.

“Y/N. Open up!” He demands before deciding to just stroll right on in. Granted it’s not the best idea but Dean isn’t caring at the moment.

“Did you seriously just barge through the back door and waltz in here uninvited.” You groan meeting him in your kitchen.

“Well yeah but I have a legit reason.” He explains, ignoring the dramatic eye roll in his direction.

“Oh this should be good. Let me guess…the spark is gone in your marriage but you stay for the kids. So you’re actually a decent guy, just in a tough situation. Aw poor you.” You laugh humorlessly.

“There’s been a huge misunderstanding.” Dean states now clearly amused with this whole situation.

“I’m glad you think this is funny.”

“I do. I think it’s really funny actually.”

“Get out, Dean.”

“Who the hell told you that Kelly’s my wife? She’s my sister. And Amy and Brian are my niece and nephew.” He carefully moves a little closer to you, still unsure if you’ll believe him.

“What…but I heard Amy call you daddy the other day. When you guys were playing in the front yard.” You respond skeptically.

“She’s only two, Y/N. I try to correct her but it never sticks. Especially since I’m around all the time, I don’t blame the kid for being confused.”

Well this is…unexpected. Fuck. His words and actions actually seem genuine, you now feel your anger start to slip away. You better not be wrong about this, you hope to God that you’re not being blinded by his insane good looks.

“Why do you wear a wedding ring around your neck then?”

“It’s my mom’s wedding band. She died five years ago and it’s just something I did to feel close to her and it stuck.” He tells you, his hand tightly grasping the gold chain on his chest.

Hmmmm. Why the hell doesn’t the man have his own place? He’s in his early thirties. You know he owns his own construction company so it doesn’t make any sense.

“Why are you living with your sister? Do you have a gambling problem? Did you lose all of your money to some card shark?” You wonder giggling, not able to keep a straight face as you finish your questions.

“I have plenty of money! Thank you very much.” He smirks back feeling relieved that your demeanor towards him has changed. You notice his expression suddenly grow serious a second later.

“My brother in law died about a year and a half ago from a heart attack. With my sister being a nurse and her long hours, along with two little kids…she needed help. Babysitters weren’t cutting it and she didn’t like random people with the kids anyways. So I told her I’d move in and help out so here I am.”

“Oh. That’s…nice of you.”

“I’m really surprised you didn’t know all of this.” Dean rubs his hand over his face looking a little tired and now you feel like an asshole.

“How would I know if you or Kelly didn’t tell me?”

“I saw you talking to Mrs. Simmons who lives for neighborhood gossip. She’s just the worst. I thought for sure she would have told you all of that. She’s done it before with new neighbors.” Dean sighs heavily, giving you a grateful smile when you hand him a beer.

“She actually tried talking about you but I shut it down. I could only take so much.” You crack up pulling a cute laugh from his sexy lips.

“So how about that date?” Dean winks, slipping back into his charming self as he shoots you a drop dead smile.

“Yes definitely. How about you make dinner and I’ll bring the dessert? Maybe cookies or something. Oh! How about pie? It’s my favorite.” You reply excitedly.

“I’m not sure if you’re trying to turn me on but I have a boner now.” Dean grins wickedly making your mouth drop open.

“Wow, Winchester. You must really like pie.” You laugh out, now completely taken with the man before you.

“Yeah I like pie…among other things.” Dean bites his bottom lip while his eyes scan your body and you immediately feel your cheeks heat up.

Well, shit. Maybe change isn’t such a bad thing.

~

[fiction-queen-blog]

The Uchihas

Pairing: NaruSasuNaru Genre: Superheroes, Power ranger wannabes, Comedy, Supernatural and modern. highschool

Chapter 1 

My gaze was fixated on the ground when I walked through the gates of hell. The tiles were dirty. Every  few  meters there was another piece of gum I already felt sick just looking at it.

It appeared to me that these bastards of a teenagers couldn’t even throw a piece of gum away without fucking up.

I looked up, my sixth sense was tingling and I was right when I saw the dumbasses of the school stand by their locker and look at me like I was an alien, speaking of getting alienated.

I smiled by my own joke, but it freaked more people out. Perfect.

“Nightsky, no hoodies inside the sch-” I glared up at whoever the fuck was talking to me. The teacher shut up right away, and I continued my way to my locker. I have been in this hellish High School for three years now, and I still didn’t know my way around. I wasn’t much of a school person. I barely showed up, and when I did I was either high or drunk. But hey, I was never both.

You would think I have build a reputation of a badass here, but I haven’t.

Simply because when somebody imagines a badass they don’t see a slim, short, pale guy with one arm. Yes, one fucking arm.

I looked at my empty left sleeve. I’m missing my lower arm, and I always hear people talk about it. They wonder if I was born this way or if something had happened.

I don’t like nosy people, so I make up stories.Ýes, every time somebody asked me, I made up a new story about how I lost my arm. It varies between born this way to losing it in the war of Vietnam. Believe it or not, these Konoha idiots believe every juicy story they manage to get their nasty claws on. However, one story actually remained and I don’t even remember  it myself, but I knew it had to do with me cutting my own arm off because “The voices told me to”. These dumbasses.

I stared at my locker, trying to remember the combination. It has been 6 months since I started going to school on a regular basis because my fucking new  super family forced me to. I will come back to that “super”.  

I looked around me, placing my only hand on the lock, a soft purple glow appeared around my palm and I broke the lock. I opened my locker seen the one thing I was looking for, my pencil case. Now I had some pens to doodle with during these damn lectures. I grabbed it and didn’t even bother to close the damn locker. If anybody tried stealing my books, they would do me a favor.

You are probably wondering what the fuck I did to the lock and no I am not a witch. Actually it depends on what you mean with ‘witch’. It is a long story, but my story ..It will be a confusing if I don’t explain.

I sat down next to window and threw my bag on the seat next to me. The teacher was writing something on the blackboard and I put my earbuds in so I won’t have to hear his fucking voice interrupting my thoughts.

I should probably start by introducing myself. I am Sasuke Nightsky, and I was born in the land of Sound, a third world country where there are always conflicts. No, I don’t remember anything from my days in that country. What I do know is that I was a month old and my parents died in a bomb explosion, together with hundreds of others. My annoying crying ass was taken by the Konoha government. Me, together with thousands of others kids.

Kind, right?

Well no, these political fuckers  used these kids in a  project to create human war weapons. They mutated all these kids. Many died on the spots and since the results weren’t significantly big. The funds were pulled and as small consolation, these hopeless kids were released in Konoha’s foster care system. At least it wasn’t a third word country, right?  I can’t judge. I never got adopted. I can’t blame them either. People who adopts kids take the pretty ones, leaving the ugly, weird ones  to fend for themselves.

I was never the type of person to obey the rules. The nun who took care of me  beat me up on a regular bases. It would vary from a slap on the wrist with a ruler, to getting caned to being hit with a belt.

It was abuse, I know that and II am not gonna justify their actions. I have scars on my back proving how wrong they were. However, I wasn’t an innocent angel myself. Now I think about it, even I would have smack the shit out of myself.  I could be sat down in an empty room and still cause trouble. That is why they were sure I was the child of the devil. I think the priest came about once a week to push my head in holy water. They weren’t entirely wrong, but I am not the child of the devil. I am the devil.

I chuckled at my own joke, I saw the teacher look at me from the corner of his eyes. I glared back, causing him to immediately look away.

I am not really the devil. To understand we go back to the human war weapon project that had failed. Many of the kids had died in the first five years after the project crashed. Cancer, heart failure, liver failures. You get the general idea. I have been told only 5 survived, and those who survived were the ones that had awakened their chakra.  

When I heard about this I thought the same thing: What Marvel comic have they tried to copy?

A man named Madara Uchiha was also one of five. He got adopted by the head scientist of the project who died a few years back.  Madara and his little brother Izuna both awakened their chakra around the age of 13. They have tried mastering it ever since. Along their journey they have met Shisui. He was a cop and awakened his chakra during a shoot off. He was adopted right after the project failed by a cop named Kagami. Then Itachi joined in. He had lightly awakened his chakra by the age of seven, but repressed it till the age of twenty. He had been adopted by a lesbian couple. One was a banker and the other worked in a law firm. During that time Itachi was a second year law student. It speaks for itself that he dropped out after knowing the truth and joined Madara’s wannabe avengers team.

They had a couple of good years, they have achieved things no army in the world could dream off. Madara had decided to separate themselves from the government. So, it is really his own organisation that keeps the world peace.

The first time I had heard of ‘The Uchihas’, I laughed. They took over the T.V. At some point there was even a cartoon of them. I was a  fifteen years old runaway teenager and I knew the powers they had, I had. But I was no hero, in fact..I used my chakra only for selfish reasons. I manipulated people, stole stuff, killed people.

Don’t get me wrong,they were bad people, but I killed them for my own selfish reasons. I think one time one of the reasons were that they had bad breath. Them being a mafia organisation was just something on side. I was more of a villain that was under their radar. I planned on keeping it that way.

Until one day, I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. There was an attack down town. Bomb explosion, smoke everywhere. It was thick and almost impossible to look through with the normal eye. The Uchihas arrived shortly after, doing whatever they were doing. I hid in an alley. I didn’t only look out for the manics trying to kill every civilian on the street. I was also looking out for The Uchihas. I put my scarf over my mouth and nose and tried to sneak away from the scene. That is when I heard some kids screaming. I turned my head to the left, seeing through the fog a few kids holding each others while crying loudly. Another explosion was heard and the building where they were standing in front collapsed. I guess someway being raised Christian had done those kids some right. It almost felt if I didn’t do anything I would have gotten caned. So I went against my own morals and ran towards them. Purple chakra surrounded my fist and I hit the collapsing building before it could hit those damn kids. It shattered in pieces and the kids looked in awe. I had never seen anyone look at me like that. I wasn’t going to get used to it either.

“Get the fuck away” I told them and they ran for their lives. That is when I turned around and saw one of The Uchiha look right at me. I knew he saw what I did. I knew he knew. He knew I knew.

I ran that day, and I heard him shout after me, following me. But I was fast and even with one hand I was quite the free runner.  That Uchiha had to stop because, unlike me,he had some morals and couldn’t leave the scene to chase me. I remember exactly what he said,

“You are one of us! You can’t walk away when the world needs you!”

I laughed and I told him, “I ain’t no hero” before I disappeared. Tch...He was such wannabe captain America.

I knew The Uchihas were skilled, I only didn’t expect them to get to me that very next day. I was at my apartment. The one I had manipulated the landlord into given to me. I had ordered pizza, and don’t judge me for waking up at noon and eating pizza as brunch. I get reminded of that daily by the other Uchihas.

The doorbell rung and I got up from the couch, seeing a very cute delivery guy. He smiled kindly towards me and handed me the pizza.

“That is then 7 bucks” He had said.

“Thanks, I appreciate it” I looked at the man and I saw his smile disappear.

“Sharingan won’t work on me” I was surprised for like a tenth for a second. I didn’t need to go to school to know this guy was one of The Uchihas. The fact he named my manipulation technique, yup. I took a step back and  turned my head around the room. The other three were standing in blocking every escape route.

“You got me” I  opened the pizza box and I was shocked seeing no pizza in it. I had gasped. I was shocked.

“You guys are just as big of villains as I am”  I said.

“Sasuke Nightsky”  The man I knew to be the Blue Uchiha stepped up. It wasn’t hard to recognise him without their usual clothes. “ You might want to sit down for this”

“I need some pizza for this” I had yawned, but sat down anyway. That is when I heard everything for the first time and I was ready to ignore it  and just live my carefree life, if it wasn’t for one small detail. Turns out...I had a brother, and my brother is the Red Uchiha. It sound cliché, but for somebody who grew up with nobody...Getting to hear I had a brother was...Much like discovering I had powers I could use for my own selfish reasons. It came as a shock and I wasn’t ready to accept I had family. It took me months to finally see Itachi as a brother, and it still feels weird. It was the only thing that made me join the Uchihas, becoming Purple.

Here I am, six months later. My  muscles hurts from trainings, my cheek was bruised from getting hit on a railing and I was forced to finish high school.

I am 17 now and I came to the conclusion..Being a villain is easier than being a hero. I am remembered of that every day. However, I have a family now. Something that I couldn’t even dream of, and it felt good, knowing I wasn’t alone in the word anymore.

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snort, shivaay struggling with the overly packaged baby bottle. #relatable 😆😆😆

“bunty, wait.” 

i love how we’re all just talking to bunty now like he’s part of the gang. 😊😊😊

omfg this baby is too cute mannnn. i want to munch on its gol guppa cheeks. nomnomnom. 😚😚😚

hahahah om going all emotionally overworked mom on rudra. 😂😂😂

stoppppp fighting, you’re making the baby cry! THIS IS NOT THE KIND OF CALM AND SUPPORTIVE ENVIRONMENT A BABY NEEDS! 😣😣😣

*grabs the baby from these assholes* come here baby. aww le. no cry. *jiggling it up and down, using opportunity to secretly nibble on baby’s cheek just a little* 😌😌😌

“HUMAARE bunty ko”

you’d think the baby would imprint on one of them, but instead it looks like OM is the one who’s gotten overly attached to bunty. 😇😇😇

haha awwww kunal’s caaasual kiss on baby’s head in between all that. 💖💖💖

lmao oh nooooo om and baby in tears together. 😅😅😅

god shut up anika. aankhein hai ki decorative fixtures??? itna bada basket, with itneee saaare ribbons, uske andar baby, all like 5 feet away from you, and you “found nothing”. pfffffffffft. 😒😒😒

om wants to have man to man conversation with bunty. best. 😆😆😆

even baby is not immune to omki’s gentle and soothing presence. LOOK AT THAT SMIIIIIIIILE! 🤗🤗🤗

cannot able to pick which baby is cuterrrrr. *pinches both their cheeks* 😍😍😍

shivaay “papa”. pffffffffft. 🙄🙄🙄

... om also has shivaay’s newly found flash waale super powers. how the FUCK did he get behind that door so quick? 😑😑😑

ok that was the mosttttt unrealistic everrrrrrrr. 😒😒😒

bunty’s like “khaana-waana toh kuch milne waala nahi hai. might as well sleep.” 😴😴😴

OM YOU FUCKING IDIOT. WHY WOULD YOU NOT TELL HIM THAT THE BABY IS IN IT? AND TWO, OMG WHY WOULD YOU KEEP IT ON AN ELEVATED SURFACE LIKE THAT, SO CLOSE TO THE EDGE? 😟😟😟

man like... this is the one of the many reasons i decided on no kids. there’s too much that could go wrong, and i just can’t deal with that kinda minute-by-minute anxiety of how i could end up fucking up a poor baby’s life irreparably. 😥😥😥

the day of never ending snark continues. 😆😆😆

STUPID SINGH OBEROI. WHY IS THERE NO FILTER BETWEEN YOUR BRAIN AND MOUTH????? 😣😣😣

“chidiya ke liye banoon, choohe ke liye banaoon, magarmach ke liye banaoon!”

arre waah, kaaash jango yahaan hota. he’d have got some of shivaay’s kheer! 🐊🐊🐊

WHY IS SHE SO NOSY, MY GOD. SHIVAAY, SACH MEIN TERI WAALI BOHUT SAWAAL KARTI HAI. 😒😒😒

why’s gauri’s mom rooting around on the floor? 😕😕😕

aw good. omkiiii is being a goooooooood boy. 💘💘💘

wife is falling dangerously in lau with hubs. 😍😍😍

shit. hitting fan. 💩💩💩 

LAUNDRY BASKET MEIN BUNTY THAAAAAAAAAAAA. 😫😫😫

RUN YOU FUCKING IDIOTSSSSSS, BEFORE SHE WASHES BUNTY WITH THE COLOURED LOAD.  🏃🏽🏃🏽🏃🏽

OMFG IN LOGON KA GHAR ITNA BADA KYUN HAI????? YOU HAVE TO BE A PROPER CROSS COUNTRY RUNNER TO GET FROM ONE END TO ANOTHER. 😒😒😒

NO TIME TO STOP AND CATCH RUDRA UP YOU FUCKERS, FUCKING RUN!!!!!!!!! 😩😩😩😩😩😩

good that rudra did all that cardio yest, his stamina is good; he’s miles ahead of the other two. 😗😗😗

TELL ME SHE FOUND THE BABY!!!!!!! 😧😧😧

oufffffffff, KAMBAKHAT PHONEEEEEEE 😒😒😒

OMG ANIKA NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. 😱😱😱

MERI SAANSEIN RUK RAHI HAI AND NOT IN A GOOD WAY YOU GUYS 😯😯😯😯😯😯

JESUS FUCKING..... *exhales for 4 minutes straight* 😥😥😥😥

... who runs the washing machine aise khullllla? 😒😒😒

rich ppl who can afford to buy a new one every other day, that’s who. 🙄🙄🙄

bunty’s accusatory glare is screaming BITCH, YOU ALMOST GOT ME KILLED. YOU INCOMPETENT MORONS. 😠😠😠

my god. the eyelashes on this baby tho. i want. 😙😙😙

haha awwwww rudra can’t resist making laaad waale faces at baby. 😅😅😅

abbe idiot, control kar. riiiiiiiiight in FRONT of her face. 🙄🙄🙄

husband is here to save the day by romancing wife silly. 🙃🙃🙃

rudra in the bg is so uncomfortable having to witness bhaiyya get all up on bhaabi like this. 😂😂😂

lmao he’s reallllllllllly putting the MOVEZ on her. 😧😧😧

this asshole really knows what his touch does to her and is taking such undue advantage. 😑😑😑

pfffffffffft. kheeer banaani nahi aaati. so lame. 🙄🙄🙄

meanwhile rudra is just playing with baby in bg. does not understand mauke ki nazaakat despite bhaiyya’s desperate aankhon se ishaare. 😒😒😒

RUDRA. FOR FUCKS SAKE. STOP PLAYING PEEK A BOO WITH THE BABY!!!!!!!!!!! 😫😫😫

aaaaand now he’s disco dancing. my godddd. this idiot. 😤😤😤

lmao shivaay, till whaaaat extent are you willing to go to distract her? 😏😏😏

anika: rudra yahinnnn hai, aap kyaaaaaaa kar rahe haiii! rudra: nahi nahi main nahi hoon yahaan pe!

translation: omg my otp is finally getting it on. yesss!!!! 😍😍😍

MY GOD RUDRA, WILL SHIVAAY HAVE TO HAVE SEX WITH HER FOR THE FIRST TIME ON TOP OF THE WASHING MACHINE IN FRONT OF YOU BEFORE YOU ACTUALLY TAKE THE BABY AND LEAVE?!!?!? MATLAB HADH HAI YAAR. 😒😒😒

lololol meanwhile shivaay is singing a song comprised only of the word “jaa”, in various pitches and tones. 😂😂😂

wait, kitchen waale set ko laundry room bhi banaa diya???? waah. what a multipurpose set they have. 😐😐😐

LMAO RUDRA BLOWING KISSES AT SHIVAAY AS HE LEAVES 😆😆😆

snortttt, kya idiot aadmi hai. was full-on romancing when he had a witness, and left her as if she’s maarofying current the second rudra is gone. 🙄🙄🙄

if i was him, i’d have copped a feel for longer. 😌😌😌

“aap mera dhyaan bataane ki koshish kar rahe the... tabhi toh aap mere nazdeek aaaye, aur khaane ki baat ki, jab aapko pata hai ki dono meri kamzori hai.....” 

she is me and i am her. same kamzoris. DAMN MY NEVER-APPEASED APPETITE. AND MY HETEROSEXUALITY. 😔😔😔

OF COURSE HE’S INSUFFERABLY SMUG ABOUT IT. 😑😑😑

“khaana BHI tumhaari kamzori hai...”  “paseena aa ra hai tumhe... ponch lo.” *casually tosses her towel as he leaves*

OMFG THIS SELF SATISFIED BASTARD. HE NEEDS TO BE DESTROYED. 😒😒😒

WHEN OH WHEN WILL I SEE MY GIRL PUT THE MOVES ON HIM AND LEAVE HIM DEAD IN THE FUCKING GROUND?!!?!? 😩😩😩

girls have gotten hands on security footage. which is working perfectly fine when absolutely nothing is happening in the house. but the day someone tries to murder one of these fuckers, NOPE, 404 ERROR FOOTAGE NOT FOUND 🙄🙄🙄

“shivaay ne mere saaath....” 

yeah girl dish.... tumhaare saaath? 😏😏😏

wowwwww. must be acp anda’s brillllllllllllliant deduction skillz that makes her this successful a cop. she basically just repeated the FIRST sentence anika said. 😒😒😒

“bhoot-woot banke?” 

someone call saumya. she was the expert in that dept. 😊😊😊

🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 YES JUST BURN THIS HELLHOLE DOWN FOR REAL. KHATAM KARO SIYAAAPA. 😒😒😒

bulbul has the most delicious evil look on her face.😈😈😈

and she’s promising a bhoochaaal. eeeeeeeeeeeee. 😊😊😊

LMAO OMG SHE CALLED THE FIRE ALARM “BHONPUUUUUUUUU” HAHAHAHAHAHA 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

... of course. like all the other security measures in this fucking house, this too doesn’t work. 😒😒😒

how these ppl are still alive is beyond me. honestly. must be the insurance company’s duaein. they’d go bankrupt if they had to give a payout for more than one oberoi, let alone the whole fam. 😐😐😐

“ab toh is ghar ki maalkin hoon, sab kuch muhje hi karna padega, bhayankaaar kharche hone waale hai, main kyaaa karoongi!”

you can take the girl out the chawl, but you can’t take the constant kharcha calculating mentality out of her. #relatable 😂😂😂

meanwhile gauri is cajoling and threatening the bhonpu, lolololol. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 

these three have instantly grown into fatherhood. waah. what character growth. 😐😐😐

i can’t get over shivaay constantly kissing the baby. MY HEARTTTTTTT. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

YOU IDIOT. GO MAKE BABIES OF YOUR OWN WITH YOUR GIRL. THE SHOW CAN THEN DEVOLVE INTO THIRTY MINUTES OF YOU JUST SITTING THERE KISSING YOUR BABY ON THE HEAD AND I’D STILL WATCH ITTTTTTTTTTTTT. 😫😫😫😫

why does rudra have to do it alone, while you two get to be a team? also rudra did alllllllllll the work yesterday and today????????????? such nainsaafi. #teamRudra 😑😑😑

pfffffft, lol. he’s out like a light. he’s the second baby. 👶🏽👶🏽👶🏽

HA OM SAID THE SAME THING AS ME!!!!!!!! 😂😂😂

arrrrreeee waah, now they’re jostling FOR responsibility of the baby. what maturity. 😊😊😊

pinky tej showdownnnnnnnnnn. 😬😬😬

man, everyone’s fucking pinky up over this shivaay and anika thing. even people who don’t care in the least about shivaay’s happiness. 🙄🙄🙄

... bored with this scene already. gimme bros + baby. 👶🏽👦🏽👦🏽👦🏽

oooooooooooh wait my interest is back. TEJ IS THREATENING PINKY. 😗😗😗

DAYUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM TEJ, YOU SAVAGE. 😯😯😯

wow. challllengeeeeeeeee. 😧😧😧

tej’s confidence, man. someone give me like 10% of that. 😕😕😕

BTW, ONE BOTTLE. THAT’S ALL THESE PPL BOUGHT???? WHAT ABOUT DIAPERS???? THAT BABY HAS BEEN IN THE SAME DAMN DIAPER FOR OVER A DAY. 😟😟😟

ok bhavya is such a party pooper, honestly. 😑😑😑

OUFF OPEN AND DISCOVER THE BABY SOONER. THIS TRACK IS HONESTLY SO ANNOYING. 😒😒😒

MY GOD, COULDN’T YOU PPL TAKE OFF YOUR MILLION JINGLY JANGLYYYYYY THINGS?????? SO MUCH SHOR. 😣😣😣

oufffff. andhere mein bade mission kiye hai my ass. this acp anda is the worst. SAUMYAAAAAAAAAA YAAAAAR, COME BAAAAAAACK. 😫😫😫😫😫😫

😌😌😌 how nice and convenient that they all fell on their respective husbands, and not on their devars/jeths. coz that would have been awkward af. 😬😬😬

OUFF EK TOH ITNA CONTRIVED SCENE. USKE UPAR SE YEH THAKELA GAANA WHICH I DON’T LIKE AT ALL. 😤😤😤

TEENO BHAI IN A LINE AND WIVES ON TOP IN THE SAME ROOM; MAN THIS LOOKS LIKE SOME WEIRD KINKY SEX CULT SHIT. 😳😳😳

i’m very happy for all of you, that you’re all getting action after so long. 😊😊😊

except you rudra and bhavya. you two suck together. you should just... not. 😒😒😒

can’t deny, mosttttt feels are coming for shivika only. there’s just something ABOUT them, man. just... literally, saansein ruk rahi hai. 😯😯😯

omg shivaaaaaaaay, do you have some fetish of being watched? why are you grabbing her closer? 😧😧😧

oh chote waale ko bhi hai same fetish. 😶😶😶

ugh his gross “chhudaaa lijiye” line again. 🙄🙄🙄

“jaane dijiye humein.” “toh aayi kyun thi?”

lol meaning what? kahin bhi aa jayegi toh aise pakad loge kya? 🤔🤔🤔

his sexyyyy whispering though. haaaaaaaaye. 😏😏😏😍😍😍

lmaoooo these two are snarkily fighting now also. ABBE OH, LEARN SOMETHING FROM THE YOUNGER BROTHERS, AND DO MAUKE PE CHAUKA. 😑😑😑

rudra is wisest, making full use of opportunity. pity i hate this couple SO much. 😣😣😣

RETURN OF THE “JAO NA”. 😯😯😯😫😫😫💘💘💘💘💘

i really really hate this song. so much. 😣😣😣

aaaaaaaaaaand the cat is out the bag. or rather, the baby is out the basket. 😬😬😬

oufffffff, pinkyyyyy. you knowwwwwww this is going to backfire too. 🙄🙄🙄

“botox kumari” 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

ouff jhanviiiii, you’re such a beautiful idiot. 😒😒😒

and pinkyyyyy whyyy are you bothering? awaaiii ka siyaapa mol lena. 🙄🙄🙄

can’t quite decide which should anika be more troubled at, that she almost put a baby in the washing machine, or that there’s a sudden random baby in the house in the first place. 😐😐😐

hahaha baby’s smile at three idiots getting interrogated. 😆😆😆

LMAOOOOO OM’S FACE AT GAURI’S GLARE. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

he looks guiltiest of the three. hmmmmm. 🤔🤔🤔

what right does bhavya even have to be glaring at rudra? kuch bhi. don’t equate her to the other two, plz and thnks. 😒😒😒

like even anika doesn’t look as upset as bhavya does. 😑😑😑

anika looks the least perturbed, actually. indian naari, full of samajhdaari. 😏😏😏

oh. spoke too soon. she looks a litttttle upset in the room. 😬😬😬

but like... again, wasn’t shivaay with tia 18 months ago? 

ok i need some help from you guys: does anyone remember what episode or scene or context it is, where it’s mentioned how long tia and shivaay have been together? i have this figure “3 years” in my mind, but idk why. was this ever mentioned? or am i just making this up in my head? 🤔🤔🤔

gauri is a little bummed omkara didn’t save himself for marriage. 😶😶😶

“WE will handle it.” 

as in you and SHE? maybe ask her if she wants to? 😕😕😕

WHY DO THEY KEEP SAYING THE BABY’S AANKHEIN ARE KANJI? THE BABY HAS BROWN EYES. LIKE... AT LEAST HIRE A KANJI EYED BABY IF THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A PLOT POINT.  😑😑😑

DO THESE EYES LOOK KANJI TO ANYONE ELSE??? 😒😒😒

bhavya’s making a lot of assumptions about shivaay and om, based on what exactly? 😒😒😒 is this how she does her cop work? no wonder she hasn’t found the locket yet. 

“aapke bas ki baat nahi hai.” 

snort. suddenly rudra is rearing up to prove he could totally be the dad. 😆😆😆

anika now seems totally okay with baby possibly being his. (as long as it’s not an insufferable NKK waala baby with naagini, i suppose. 😌😌😌)

lol shivaay getting possessive over the baby. man, just give her the baby already. 🙄🙄🙄

anika ko bhi kuch kuch ho raha hai seeing him with baby. 😏😏😏

man, damn our biology and hormones that make a man with a baby so fucking irresistible. i don’t fucking need this. 😫😫😫

FINALLY. DIAPER CHANGE TIME. 😑😑😑

oh that makes him instantly hand the baby over. typical. 😒😒😒

“BUNTY LADKI HAI????” 😧😧😧

fucking idiots. who the fuck wouldn’t check what gender the baby is? 😒😒😒

aw, he seems really happy that it’s a girl though? 😗😗😗

haha, allllll of them are. how cute. #beWithBeti 😚😚😚

aw, he’s not that bad a singer in his (higher pitched) nakuul voice. 😊😊😊

ok they shouldn’t have inserted the song. 😐😐😐

1. it’s not even remotely believable that he sings like kishore fucking kumar, ok??? 😒😒😒

2. ugh again last 5 min of episode on gaana sequence. ouff. 😣😣😣

i really love this song though, so imma try and tolerate the michmichi. 😶😶😶

IT’S FUCKING MIDDLE OF THE FUCKING NIGHT. NOT THE TIME TO PLAY HORSEY. FUCKING PUT THE POOR BABY TO SLEEP. IDIOTS. 😫😫😫

see? this is how it COULD be, if you two stopped being such insufferable idiots. now get to sexing and make a shivika and ansh. 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽 chop chop! 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

oh god, full fam knows about baby. oh godddddddddd. draaaaaama hoga kal. can’t tolerateeeeeeeee. don’t even wanna watch tomm’s ep. 😖😖😖😣😣😣

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Ghostie dared me to do all of them so here we fuckin go

1:Name: Rayne or Rayden pick ya poison 2:Age: 14 3:3 Fears: abandonment and spiders 4:3 things I love: positivity, set it off, band crack videos, oddly satisfying videos, art, writing 5:4 turns on: [CLASSIFIED INFORMATION PM ME] 6:4 turns off: [CLASSIFIED INFORMATION PM ME] 7:My best friend: i hate to sound degrading to my other friends but @verifiedsin is my homie 8:Sexual orientation: bisexual 9:My best first date: :") 10:How tall am I: 5'4 but I can still fight you 11:What do I miss: baking things w/ my aunt 12:What time were I born: how the fuck would I know 13:Favorite color: crimson and dark purple 14:Do I have a crush: IDK do I? 15:Favorite quote: "Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that." - Martin Luther King Jr 16:Favorite place: home 17:Favorite food: bacon bits 18:Do I use sarcasm: me?? NEVER 19:What am I listening to right now: Sarah Smiles by Panic! At The Disco 20:First thing I notice in new person: how their eyes wander 21:Shoe size: 9 ½ 22:Eye color: shit brown I hate them 23:Hair color: red 24:Favorite style of clothing: jeans and jacket babe 25:Ever done a prank call?: no I wish tho 27:Meaning behind my URL: I have over 20 ocs and I'm like the administrator behind them 28:Favorite movie: Lion King hands down 29:Favorite song: as of now it's Blasphemy or Hear Me Now both by Tyler Joseph 30:Favorite band: Set It Off forever 31:How I feel right now: content but I need a drink 32:Someone I love: my mutuals 33:My current relationship status: single pringle 34:My relationship with my parents: dad: lov mom: lov 35:Favorite holiday: Halloween even though I actually hate being scared 36:Tattoos and piercing i have: none :") 37:Tattoos and piercing i want: a lip ring :"))) 38:The reason I joined Tumblr: just to see how it was 39:Do I and my last ex hate each other?: it's complicated. 40:Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts?: every day from ghostie 💖 41:Have I ever kissed the last person you texted?: no bc we live in different states 42:When did I last hold hands?: shit I don't know,, 43:How long does it take me to get ready in the morning?: about a good 5 minutes 44:Have You shaved your legs in the past three days?: pff no 45:Where am I right now?: on my bed in my house 46:If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me?: either ghostie or @punkpisces00 tbh 47:Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level?: loud af when I'm ignoring people, reasonable when I'm just chillin 48:Do I live with my Mom and Dad?: not my mom 49:Am I excited for anything?: am I? 50:Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to?: no lol 51:How often do I wear a fake smile?: IDK prolly 10% of th time 52:When was the last time I hugged someone?: ,,,,,,idk 53:What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me?: who did I last kiss? 54:Is there anyone I trust even though I should not?: nope 55:What is something I disliked about today?: fucking career prep 56:If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?: all my mutuals, my mom and sister, and set it off 57:What do I think about most?: it's a shitstorm up there 58:What’s my strangest talent?: I can make a screaming sound 59:Do I have any strange phobias?: timers 60:Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?: behind 61:What was the last lie I told?: IDK man shit 62:Do I prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?: video chatting, it's just better 63:Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens?: ghosts a little aliens hell yes 64:Do I believe in magic?: ehhh nah 65:Do I believe in luck?: a little 66:What's the weather like right now?: cold 67:What was the last book I've read?: Th1rteen R3asons Why by Jay Asher 68:Do I like the smell of gasoline?: ew 69:Do I have any nicknames?: Raincloud (ghostie only), Blossom, Peanut Butter 70:What was the worst injury I've ever had?: I smashed my chin open itbhad to be glued shut 71:Do I spend money or save it?: I'm an impulsive buyer 72:Can I touch my nose with a tongue?: barelu 73:Is there anything pink in 10 feet from me?: my unicorn blanket which is on me 74:Favorite animal?: vultures finally kinds 75:What was I doing last night at 12 AM?: sleepin 76:What do I think is Satan’s last name is?: Smith 77:What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it?: Upside Down by SIO and Tear In My Heart by Twenty One Pilots 78:How can you win my heart?: be loyal and kind 79:What would I want to be written on my tombstone?: "Don't step on me" or in small print "nosy fucker get off me" 80:What is my favorite word?: Idk 81:My top 5 blogs on tumblr: @setitofffamily @verifiedsin @atrashysightforfoursoreeyes @cosmic-spector and @bliofficial 82:If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say?: why are you listening to me of all people? 83:Do I have any relatives in jail?: I hope not 84:I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power?: FINALLY I CAN SHAPESHIFT 85:What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on?: "Who are you?" 86:What is my current desktop picture?: I don't have a desktop but my lock screen is danger days and my home screen is Against The Current lyrics 87:Had sex?: nope 88:Bought condoms?: hell no 89:Gotten pregnant?: NO 90:Failed a class?: ,,,,,,yea 91:Kissed a boy?:nope 92:Kissed a girl?: nuh-uh 93:Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain?: God I wish 94:Had job?: I ran a snack bar at a yard sale once does that count 95:Left the house without my wallet?: I don't have one 96:Bullied someone on the internet?: no! 97:Had sex in public?: the fuck 98:Played on a sports team?: HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAYOUREFUNNY 99:Smoked weed?: nope 100:Did drugs?: I am pure 101:Smoked cigarettes?: what did I just say 102:Drank alcohol?: just a lil and dad let me it was nasty 103:Am I a vegetarian/vegan?: nope 104:Been overweight?: no 105:Been underweight?: maybe I dunno 106:Been to a wedding?: yep it was beautiful 107:Been on the computer for 5 hours straight?: ,,,,,yes 108:Watched TV for 5 hours straight?: nope 109:Been outside my home country?: sadly no 110:Gotten my heart broken?: yep 111:Been to a professional sports game?: nope 112:Broken a bone?: surprisingly no 113:Cut myself?: not on purpose 114:Been to prom?: nope 115:Been in airplane?: sadly no 116:Fly by helicopter?: :"( 117:What concerts have I been to?: 3 Egypt Central concerts as a really small bean 118:Had a crush on someone of the same sex?: hell yeah 119:Learned another language?: no 120:Wore make up?: not willingly 121:Lost my virginity before I was 18?: I'm not even 18 wyd 122:Had oral sex?: nope 123:Dyed my hair?: nope and I keep it that way 124:Voted in a presidential election?: I cant 125:Rode in an ambulance?: nope 126:Had a surgery?: no 127:Met someone famous?: Egypt Central was famous 128:Stalked someone on a social network?: no I'm not a creep 129:Peed outside?: once as a kid 130:Been fishing?: ye it was quite boring 131:Helped with charity?: ye 132:Been rejected by a crush?: not really lol 133:Broken a mirror?: not that I remember 134:What do I want for birthday?: set it off merch, art things and Code Junkie by @carnahan