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heeliopheelia · 11 months ago

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𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐒/𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐁𝐑𝐎

genre: fluff, established relationship

word count: 1.7k

warnings: hoon’s quite suggestive, jake’s hinting suggestive content but it’s really up to your own interpretation lmaoo, kissing

a/n: yayyy, this one has been sitting in my drafts FOREVER!! so glad to finally put it out...

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LEE HEESEUNG

You can’t help but chuckle into his lips, teeth clashing slightly when his cold hands make contact with the skin underneath your top. Heeseung pulls away from the kiss, raising his eyebrow at your behavior before realizing that the reason for your laughter comes from the touch of hands.

Already knowing his ill intentions of tickling you by his expression, you put your hands over his and speak before you can even think of your words first.

“Bro, don’t even-”

Your words are interrupted with a loud scoff. “What did you just call me, you little witch?”

“Hey!”

“You see, things like that really make me rethink our relationship.”

You burst out laughing away before shoving his face away gently. “You’re so mean.”

“You’re the mean one for even letting such words come to your mind while addressing me.”

You roll your eyes, biting back a smile before grabbing his neck and trying to smush your lips together. A whine rips out of your throat when he denies you your kiss and looks at you as if you were crazy.

“Just come here, you dramatic ass! I haven’t seen you in a whole week!”

Heeseung flicks your nose instead. “Exactly! You haven’t seen me in an entire week and the first word that comes to your mind is bro. Really?”

You groan loudly, throwing your head back as you prepare yourself for the next fifteen minutes of bickering with your boyfriend. “Oh my god-”

PARK JAY

“Why would you ever call me that, oh my god.”

His frown is enough to make you burst out with chuckles. You grab onto his arm as you catch up to him, letting the glass door of the small convenience store shut behind you.

“I thought that was funny,” you chirp up at him, batting your eyelashes innocently.

“And in public too? You really want me to go gray before my thirties, don’t you?”

You raise your arm up and run your hand through his soft hair, pretending to actually consider his question. “I think you’d actually look rather hot with salt-pepper hair, you know? You’d look ravishing with any hairstyle, really.”

Jay sends you an unamused look as you keep giggling. “Sweet words aren't gonna get you anywhere, miss.”

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry,” you finally fold as you slip your hand into his.

Jay intertwines your fingers without skipping a beat, before tugging on your arm and pulling you even closer to him.

“Please, don’t ever do that again. I might actually go crazy.”

SIM JAKE

You look with slight disappointment at your boyfriend occupied with his game – too occupied to notice you’ve called him a bro instead of baby for the second time this past five minutes. Sitting boredly on his bed, you sigh again.

“What is it, angel?” Jake asks, eyes drawn to the screen and never sparing you a look.

You never minded when he spent his evenings gaming, you know everyone has their own stress relievers, but tonight you were just so damn bored you didn’t know what else to do.

“Nothing, bro,” you snap a little sharper than intended, slightly irked by his innocent negligence. “I’m gonna order some take out. What do you want?”

Only then, couple seconds of silence later, your words seem to click and Jake pauses his game and turns to you with a slightly perplexed expression. “Wait… Could you repeat that?”

You roll your eyes. “I said, I’m gonna order som-”

“No, that word you’ve just called me,” he cuts you off with a pout. “Why would you say that?”

You shrug, dragging out your upset act although there’s barely a spark of annoyance in your system by now.

“Dunno. Maybe I just wanted my boyfriend to pay attention to me finally after I’ve been begging for it for an hour now.”

Jake coos at you before standing up and walking over to you, abandoning his game completely and engulfing you in his embrace.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he mumbles into your neck as you fall backwards on his bedsheets, your boyfriend on top of you. He kisses up a trail up to your jawline, then moves to your lips for a moment and dragging it out longer and longer. “Lemme make it up to you, huh?”

PARK SUNGHOON

“What’s gotten you so quiet?” Sunghoon asks as he nudges you with his hip, standing right beside you.

You finish washing your face before patting it dry with a towel, ignoring his questioning look as he pierces you through the mirror. You put the towel next to the sink before sighing.

“I don’t know, bro,” you say, biting your smile back as you notice his eyebrows raising up at the unusual nickname. “I guess I’m just tired.”

Sunghoon snorts quietly before turning to face you, leaning his hip against the marble counter. “Really?”

You look at him with fake confusion, tilting your head to the side as you blink innocently. “What do you mean?”

“If I remember correctly, I was just blowing your back out ten minutes ago and now you’re here calling me this fraternal slur?” He claps back, smiling lazily as your eyes go wide at his bold words.

“Sunghoon! Oh my god,” you gasp, smacking his bare chest with your towel. “Have you got no shame?”

He barks out a laugh before walking up to you and grabbing you by your hips. “Maybe that’ll make you think twice before trying your stupid shit on me again.” And as these words leave his mouth, he’s leaning down and smacking his lips onto yours, already pulling you to your bedroom again.

KIM SUNOO

“A WHAT?”

Your arms fall to your sides, and you watch as your beloved boyfriend goes into a fucking spiral over a nickname that’s just slipped out by an accident. “Sunoo, baby, please, calm d-”

“I know you did not just call me bro. Don’t ever talk to me again.”

You follow him out of the kitchen from where he storms out, an outraged expression on his face. You stifle your laughter and put on a serious facade as he drops down on the couch with an irritated huff, muttering under his nose about how unbelievable you were being.

You take a seat next to him and place your hand on his thigh. “I swear, I only said that out of habit.”

“Yeah, what’s next in the store for me?” He asks and this time you can’t help but chuckle. “No, tell me. When should I be prepared for you to start calling me homie or gang?”

“It’s not that serious!” You laugh in his face, only making his expression more sour. But how can you help it when he looks at you as if you’ve just pissed in his cereal bowl?

“I’ve literally never been more offended in my life.”

You wrap your arms around his neck and pepper his cheeks with kisses, hoping this will ease him out sooner. “I’m sorry, my beloved, my heart, my everything.”

“Keep talking and you might be forgiven somewhere in the future.”

YANG JUNGWON

“I was thinking about buying that one perfume lately,” you say suddenly, eyes planted at the tv as the commercial reminded you of your last trip to the mall.

“Are you sure?” Jungwon hums, resting his head over yours that’s leaned on his shoulder. “It was rather expensive, no? I don’t want you regretting buying it two days later.”

“I know, bro,” you groan and turn your face to bury it in his neck. You don’t notice his head tilting to look at you a little questionably. “That’s why I’m thinking about it. I don’t know if I’ll actually commit.”

There’s a brief silence before his sweet voice follows after the kiss he presses to your hair.

“I don’t think that’s my name, baby.”

You pull away, slightly confused, blinking up at your boyfriend. “What?”

“Out of all the nicknames you’ve given me, I liked that one the least.”

It takes you a moment to click and finally comprehend his words, and when you do, you let out a small huff at his still rather soft way with words.

You wrap your arms around his middle. “Oh… Sorry, I didn’t actually mean to say that.”

“It’s okay,” he assures quickly, bringing you closer to his warm chest, a steady heartbeat beating underneath his sweatshirt.

“Well, which one do you like the most?” You ask, implying to his previous thought.

Jungwon ponders for a moment. “Hm, I don’t know. I like all of them, really. Won is pretty nice, or my love… I like dumpling surprisingly a lot too.”

You can’t help but laugh at his answer, mind barely recalling the one and only time you jokingly referred to him as a dumpling while you pinched on his dimpled cheek lovingly.

“Gosh, you’re so cute.”

NISHIMURA RIKI

“Can you pass me the salt, bro?” You ask your boyfriend who’s sitting on your left.

You’re too focused on frowning upon the bland food you’ve made to notice how Riki’s eyebrows furrowed up at his new nickname.

After not having a response in the following minute, you turn to him with surprise as you notice the look on his face.

“I don’t know, sis, I think your hands are fully capable, no?” He chirps at you and you gape at him with confusion before the realization dawns on you.

You snort, shaking your head at your boyfriend. “Don’t be a child, I didn’t mean to say that. It just slipped out.”

Riki hums. “Dunno, it sounded pretty natural to me, sis. Almost as if it was your regular nickname for me, sis.”

“Stop it!” You whine out, dropping your fork before glaring at the smirking man on your left. “I didn’t mean it. Now, give me a kiss.”

You pucker your lips and lean forward, only to be met with his hand pressed flat to your mouth. Your eyebrows shoot high as he chuckles at you.

“Sorry but I’m not into incestuous relationships.”

“Riki, c’mon!” You groan, kicking his shin underneath the table harmlessly.

He cups your cheeks with a laugh and squishes your face with his fingers. “‘m just teasing,” he muses before leaning in and closing the gap between you.

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peachiejeongin · 2 months ago

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The Phantoms Part 3: Bright | Bang Chan

Synopsis: With a regained passion for music, y/n decides to take it upon herself to get back into her high school's music program. Of course, she needs a little help from a certain three phantoms...

Pairing: phantom!Bang Chan x fem!reader (Reader takes the place of Julie Molina from Julie and the Phantoms) [Occurs somewhat in this chapter]

Genre: Julie and the Phantoms/3RACHA AU, Crack, Angst, Fluffy Moments

Warnings: Grief of a lost parent, slight mentions of negative home lives, slight mentions of homophobia

Notice: Hello, my loves! I have been feeling a bit ill the past couple of days, but I still want to update this story as much as possible :) I want to go ahead and preface that in this chapter, there is mention of Han being gay since he takes the place of Alex in the original show. I would like to follow this up by stating I do not actually believe Han is gay in real life; I do not know Stray Kids personally, therefore I do not know their sexual orientations. I wanted to get that out of the way so there was no confusion! Additionally, like the other chapters, I hold no rights to 'Julie and the Phantoms,' nor any of its characters! Enjoy part three! Fair warning, it is LONG lol!

You clutched the song in your arms, holding it in a tight embrace as if it could escape you at any moment. Tears fell down your face as your saddened gaze shut tightly. In the aftermath of your powerful performance, you felt a swirl of emotions, including pride, grief and even a twinge of haze.

Despite the confusing plethora of moods, one thought stood out in your mind: you had rediscovered your love for music, the hobby that made your soul sing, and with it, you had found pieces of yourself you thought had passed on with your mother.

You were unaware of the presence of Chan, Han, and Changbin stood behind you, their expressions flickering between sympathy, awe, and uncertainty. As Chan had stated prior, the song was a demonstration of your mother's extraordinary talent in songwriting, and they were absolutely mesmerized at how effortlessly you had performed the ballad; however, admist their admiration,the boys remained confused about one lingering aspect.

Why did you lie?

In spite of telling them you did not play the piano, the melody they witnessed moments earlier significantly debunked your claim. They were perplexed as to why you would feel the need to fabricate your talent.

Those thoughts were immediately pushed aside when the boys heard you lightly sobbing; they felt their hearts twinge at the soft noise, their expressions softening into ones of condolence.

Han instinctually stepped forward to give you a hug, forgetting both that he could not make physical contact with you and that you did not know that he was behind you; however, Chan grabbed onto his shoulder to stop him, shaking his head as if to say, "Don't." Chan shot a glance at Changbin before moving his finger around in a circle, symboling for them to make their leave.

The three warped outside of the garage, Han immediately making his way over to Chan. The sun was fully beaming over the earth, its translucent rays highlighting the band; there was a freshness in the air, which conflicted with the rigidity of Han's footsteps.

"Dude, why'd you stop me?" Han asked the older boy, befuddlement wrapping around his demeanor. "Y/n needed a hug!"

"Bro, a ghost hug isn't the feel-good moment that you think it is," Chan responded, adjusting the hem of his blue, sleeveless jacket; his tone was understanding yet firm. "Trust me. What she needs right now is just a bit of privacy." Han clicked his tongue, his gaze hardening slightly.

"You know, I think you poofed us out because you can't handle when other people cry," Han retaliated in a surprisingly stern tone of voice, causing Chan to widen his eyes in shock. "I should know. I cried in a room for 29 years, and I didn't get a single hug from either of you!" His dialogue had now shifted towards both Chan and Changbin as he motioned his pointer finger between the two guys, his voice breaking as he complained. The vicinity was silent, almost tense for a moment, broken only by Changbin releasing a sympathetic sigh.

"Alright, bring it in," Changbin spoke softly as he opened his arms to embrace the younger male; however, Han quickly threw a back-hand up in protest.

"Don't touch me!" he yelled. Changbin stepped back, the gentle beam fading from his features as he slowly lowered his arms.

"This is why no one hugs you!" he mumbled aggravatedly to Han, eliciting a quiet yet frustrated sigh from the latter.

"O...kay," Chan commented, extremely bewildered at what had just happened. "Look, I think the first thing we should do, once we get the courage to go in there is ask y/n..." Chan paused to look back at the garage, letting out a perplexed breath, "why she lied about playing the piano."

"Yeah," Han agreed. "Maybe tell her how amazing she is," he added onto Chan's proposition, earning an, "of course!" from the Australian.

"She's legit!" Changbin exclaimed. "I got ghost bumps." Changbin rubbed his arms in order to harp upon his play on words. Suddenly, the soft creek of the gate echoed behind them, followed by the sound of quiet sobs. Flynn appeared, her steps unhurriedly striding and her head hung in sorrow. The boys' gazes snapped to her as she entered the studio, their expressions morphing from surprise to concern then forming into panic.

"Was she crying, too?" Han asked meekly.

"Yes!" Chan threw his hands down anxiously, and he dragged out the affirming word alarmingly. "And the only thing worse than one girl crying is two girls crying!" He held up the respective amount of fingers for both numbers he enunciated upon; his voice was laced with dismay.

"He's right," Han told Changbin in the audibility of a whisper.

"Guys, we definitely can't go in there now!" Chan's voice came out in a panicked rush, his usual composure cracking.

"But!" Changbin suddenly perked his head up, a light-bulb brightening in his head. "We can listen." The three guys nodded and made their way over to the garage doors, Han giving Changbin a pat on the back for his clever idea. The three heads peered into the thin windows of the studio and listened in on the girls' conversation.

"Your dad said you'd be out here," Flynn got your attention, her hands shoved in the pockets of her black jacket. You flicked your head upwards to face her, which caused Chan, Changbin, and Han to duck down out of view; they could not see the two of you anymore, but they could still hear you.

"We need to talk," she bluntly continued as she approached the piano.

"Are you okay?" you asked while readjusting your sheet music so it leaned neatly against the front of the sleek, wooden instrument.. Flynn shut her eyes tight in response, an expression of dejection etched onto her face.

"No, I'm not okay!" she shrieked out. "You just got kicked out of the music program!" Her words were full of sorrow, yet they had a hyper undertone. "I've been up all night thinking about what I was going to say! I may have drank seven sodas in the process, but I need to get this out."

That explained the hyperactivity.

"Wait, I have something to tell you." You threw your hands on top of each other in a criss-cross fashion, your fingers brushing lightly against the sleek wood of the piano; you were anxious to tell her both about 3RACHA and about your consolidation in your music.

"No, it's my turn to talk," Flynn stressfully interjected. "You can't give up music! Your music is a gift, and wasting your talent would be a tragedy! You're basically cancelling Christmas, and I love Christmas!"

"Flynn, I-"

"Nuh uh!"

You pressed your lips closed, your eyes having a glint of humor within them as your best friend continued her caffienated ramble.

"When we were six, we promied to be in a band together! Double Trouble!"

"I never agreed to that name," you breathily countered, causing Flynn to roll her eyes and come around to your side of the piano.

"That's not the point! Y/n, if you leave the music program, we'll be apart forever!" Flynn's hands waved in front of her, accentuating her words as they shifted around nervously yet matter-of-factly. "That's just what happens! Sure, we'll see each other in the halls sometimes, but..." Flynn halted her words to let out a deep exhale and shake her head, "we'll have different lives! Make new friends!"

"That's not true," you reassured Flynn with a tone of soft certainty. Flynn pursed her lips together.

"You're right," she agreed, and you felt relieved. However, the ease only lasted for a moment, before she continued. "I won't be making any new friends! And the only time we'll contact each other is when we like each other's social media posts! Everytime I tap on that digital heart," Flynn's eyes began to lightly well up with tears, "my real heart will be breaking because my best friend left me and...ugh, do you have any soda? My head hurts." She clutched a hand over her forehead, bringing attention to her point as you tilted your head.

"Can I talk now?" you asked calmly in contrast to the girl's hyper demeanor. She dropped her hand down and sighed.

"Fine."

"I just played the piano and sang again," you explained, making her glance towards the piano then back at you.

"What?! Why didn't you just say so?!" Her tone had shifted from the previous depression to a present joy.

"I was trying before your seven sodas kicked in!" you teased, using your hand to motion up and down towards her. Flynn looked as if she was about to cry, scream, or alternate between the two out of joy.

"I'm so happy for you!" She grabbed your shoulders and shook you excitedly. "And me!" You giggled at your best friends words as she released you in order to move her hands down in victory.

"Look at you," she remarked, her tone lowering by several octaves, "looking all, I don't know, alive again?!"

Flynn carried an unshakable sense of pride within her heart for you; after all, the two of you had been inseparable since elementary school, and she had been the first to notice the cracks forming in your spirit after your mom passed away, watching helplessly as you began to drift away from the character she knew and loved. Thus, she could not be more pumped that you were back to normal; it was like she was meeting her best friend all over again.

"Right?!" you concurred happily. "It's like I drank seven sodas!" You pointed to yourself, your comment making her smile brightly; the holly was brief, Flynn's expression turning into one of intrigue.

"What made you decide to play again?" she asked, originating a solemn yet serene expression from your end. You grabbed the sheet music you had arranged as she arrived and slid it towards her.

"I found this song my mom wrote me." Flynn took the plethora of papers, skimming over the lyrics; reading the song alone made her own heart twinge.

"Woah," was all she could muster.

"I know," you replied in a low voice. "I was so scared to play it. Anything involving music reminds me of her." You glanced up from the keys to look at Flynn, a bright manner overtaking your dignified stance. "Then I woke up this morning, realizing that's exactly why I should play it. To keep her memory alive."

"Awe, bring it in!" Flynn opened her arms, hugging you tightly. The moment only lasted for a few seconds, however, as Flynn quickly jerked away while gasping.

"We need to tell Mrs. Jeon you can play so you can stay in school, and my life won't be that sad picture I just painted for you!" She took your hands in hers, smiling fondly. "My girl is back! Double Trouble lives on!" She held her hand up in a fist, turning around as if she was a superstar on the red carpet.

"Not our band name!" you reminded her as you went to grab your backpack from the corner of the studio.

"I gave you a t-shirt in seventh grade that says otherwise!" Flynn retaliated as she followed after you. As the two of you made your way out of the garage, the 3RACHA boys began to panic; they quickly scrambled into positions that made it look as if they had not just been listening to every detail of the conversation. Han propped his arm on the ledge beside of the door and began to fiddle with the lightbox, Chan put an arm behind his head and whistled at the wind, and Changbin sat down on the ground crossing his legs and looking downwards.

"Oh, hey!" you greeted them as you walked out of the studio; you caught Chan's attention first, the latter nodding in a 'sup motion. The action was miniscule, yet it made your heart flutter. The other two flashed brief, guilty smiles towards you. On the other hand, Flynn turned around as if you had called her attention; you had forgotten she could not see the boys.

"Hey! Let's hustle," you quickly covered your tracks, making it seem as if you were talking to her and not not the invisible band. "Don't wanna be late!" You ran to link arms with Flynn, waving goodbye to the boys and them reciprocating the actions.

"Bye, y/n!" Changbin yelled. "Have a great day that we have no idea what's going to happen in because we weren't listening!" Chan's eyes narrowed as he landed a kick to Changbin's leg; your eyes furrowed at the action, but they quickly relaxed as Chan gave you another toothy grin, your cheeks going red at the action.

This dynamic was going to be strange. You could feel it.

Chan's eyes lingered upon you as you walked away, his heart feeling a weird type of twinge within; it was not negative by any means, but he did not understand it.

"Guys, weird question," Changbin began as you had vanished from their line of sight. "Can we uh, can we go see my family?"

"What?" Chan's head motioned backwards, his eyes still fixated on where you had once been.

"My family," Changbin repeated. "Can we go see them? Y'know, just check in on them?"

"Yeah, man, of course," Chan replied as he, Changbin, and Han transported themselves to Changbin's family home.

Or so they thought.

---

"Believe me, y/n, I think it's wonderful that you're singing again." You and Flynn stood awkwardly as your teacher spoke; you had decided that you would ask her if there was a chance at getting back into the music program.

"I always hoped the day would come when you would get back into music," she continued as she set up a composition on the piano. "I'm afraid it's too late, though. You knew the deal."

"Please, Mrs. Jeon, just listen to her play!" Flynn pleaded with her on your behalf. "You know y/n is amazing when she plays! That's gotta count for something!"

"I wish it did," the older woman spoke with regret in her voice. "There's a new student set to take your spot tomorrow." Upon this realization, you nodded your head sorrowfully, looking up at the ceiling in attempts not to cry.

"You know there's only-"

"So many spots," you finished the motto of the program for her as she nodded in agreement. "If I don't play, I don't stay. I know." Mrs. Jeon approached you, taking her glasses off before talking.

"I tried, y/n," she confessed, nearly on the brink of tears. "I fought tooth and nail to keep you in this program. I can't change the director's mind. Yesterday was your last chance. Your only option from here is to reapply next school year." You looked down at the ground, feeling silly at pushing your passions to the side and letting your fear overtake you. At that moment, the bell rang to dismiss class; your teacher gave you one final glance as you walked away.

"I'm truly sorry, y/n."

---

"A bike shack right where my house used to be." Changbin stood dejected, Chan resting his arm on the former's shoulder and Han staring longingly at the sandy ground. The three had teleported on the beachside where Changbin used to live; lively residents played volleyball and swam in the background as the unseen bandmates stood sorrowfully.

"I'm sorry man," Chan apologized as Changbin's eyes welled up, patting the latter's chest.

"They made the Yangs' house into a restaurant," Changbin commented, pointing to the aforementioned diner. "Why couldn't they have made mine a pizzeria or something?"

"They tore down the whole neighborhood," Han had looked up from the ground, motioning to the entire empty lot; when they were kids, the bayside was filled with life. Houses lotted every corner, a park stood in the centerfold for the kids, and multiple small businesses were scattered around the empty spaces.

It was all gone, just as they were.

"I guess that means my parents are gone," Changbin sighed.

"Everyone's gone," Han responded as Changbin turned to face him. "Twenty-nine years gone like that," Han snapped to emphasize. "Our parents, our friends, Hyunjin, everyone!"

"Hyunjin, that's right," Changbin thought of their rhythm guitarist for the first time since they had rematerialized. "I guess he got lucky. What ever happened to him?"

"He probably aged like everyone else and moved on," Chan stated matter-of-factly while kicking his feet at the ground; he had moved from standing beside Changbin to sitting on a park bench across from his two friends. "No one wants to stay in a town where three of their best friends died."

"Dude, how are you so cool about all of this?" Han asked Chan, confused at how calm the older had been acting this entire time. "Don't you want to figure out what happened? To Hyunjin, our parents, anyone?"

"Han, let's be real for a second," Chan retaliated. "It's not like any of us were that close to our families anyways! My parents always regretted buying me my guitar, and my sister never bothered to come see me once I left. Changbin, your parents were one fight away from divorcing, and Han, your parents were never cool again once you came out to them." Han and Changbin fixed their stares upon the ground once more, sadness overtaking their features.

"Okay, none of us had it great," Han replied while huffing. "But at least we had something! You know what we have now? Nothing. And before one of you says cool teleportation skills, just know that I am not necessarily a fan of that! It tingles," Han squirmed uncomfortably. "In really weird places!"

Changbin pursed his lips in confusion, narrowing his eyes judgingly at the younger bandmate; on the other hand, Chan tilted his head as he fought back laughter.

"I'll tell you what we had," Chan rose from the park bench, taking a few steps towards the other two. "It's what we've had since the day we met! Since we formed 3RACHA!" Han and Changbin looked at each other, perplexed at what Chan meant; the oldest of the three sighed. "We have each other! We are the only family we're ever gonna need. And there's one more thing we have!"

"Death breath?" Changbin inquired, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets.

"Our music, you dork," Chan chuckled as he pointed towards Changbin; Han and Changbin still seemed wonderous. "People, actual people, can hear us play! Sure, we can't be seen, but we can be felt! It's like I said outside of the Orpheum that night: our music connects us with people! I just wish I had my guitar!"

As if an invisible genie were floating beside Chan, his guitar suddenly appeared, causing him to spin around from the impact, barely catching it in his grasp. His eyes widened in awe as he stared down at the instrument.

"Woah!" Changbin explained. "That was awesome! How'd you do that?!"

"I don't know!" Chan answered honestly. "I mean, I wished for it, and then it appeared!" Upon finishing his statement, Changbin squatted down and held his hands open.

"I wish I had a puppy!" He winced, expecting a puppy to appear in his hands as Chan's guitar had; he opened his eyes slightly, feeling disappointed yet trying again. "A hamster?" Nothing. "Pizza?!" he sighed exasperatedly on his final attempt, kicking at the sand and plopping onto the ground frustratedly whilst pouting.

"Hey," Chan leaned down to teasingly smack Changbin's shoulder. "I think I know something that'll cheer you up!" Chan began strumming at his guitar, playing the tune to a song Changbin had wrote a while back. Han added on to the beat, alternating between patting his knees, snapping, and clapping as if he was drumming.

"Come on, Binnie!" Han encouraged as Chan continued to play; Changbin jumped up as Chan began to count down:

"One, two, three, four!"

Can you, can you hear me? (Yup) Loud and clear We gotta get, gotta get ready

'Cause it's been years

Oh, this band is back Oh, this band is back"

And so, the three friends wandered down the beach, their laughter blending with the sound of claps and strums as they played their hearts out under the warm afternoon sun. Just like before, the music echoed across the shore, drawing the attention of those nearby, who could not help but dance and nod along to the rhythm. Though the crowd could not see the boys behind the melodies, 3RACHA didn’t mind in the slightest. They skipped and hopped, carefree in their joy, their playful teasing filling the air as they made their way down the path, smiles stretching so wide it almost hurt.

---

You returned home from school, trekking up the stairs dejectedly and still feeling bummed about your conversation with Mrs. Jeon. You opened your bedroom door, looking forward to resting after a despondent day; however, walking into the room revealed an unpleasant sight.

"What are you guys doing in my bedroom?!" you yelled at the three guys, who all perked their heads up out of shock; Han was attempting to pick up a photograph, although his hands kept passing through, Changbin was nearly half asleep on your bed, and Chan stood on a stepstool peering at the items you had collected on your shelf. Instantly, they all began stammering and tripping over words as they attempted to come up with a reasonable explanation.

"We were looking for the kitchen?" Chan asked more than answered; Changbin immediately nodded and pointed to him in a, 'Yeah, what he said,' type fashion.

"This," you moved your pointer finger around to gesture to all three of them, "can't happen! It's creepy!" You then fixed your gaze upon Changbin. "Off the bed, please!" you commanded, causing him to immediately jump off and mutter an apology.

"Hey, y/n," Chan raised his hand as if he was in class trying to signal a teacher. "What's in the box?" he pointed to a small, painted chest on one of your shelves.

"None of your business," you bluntly replied.

"Oh, okay!" Chan let out a laughter-esque breath. "Girl stuff. I got it."

"Oh, like unicorns and glitter?" an oblivious Changbin inquired.

"Oh, come on you guys!" Han exclaimed. "I am sorry about them."

"It's fine," you replied to Han's apology. "And yes, there may be a little bit of glitter." Changbin nodded approvingly. Han went back to attempting to pick up the photograph on your nightstand, his attempts futile as his hands once again passed through.

"I don't get it," you responded to his actions. "You guys can mess up my bed, pick up your instruments, but you can't make contact with other objects?"

"Right," Chan agreed. "It's hard, but holding our instruments is easy!"

"Yeah, super easy!" Changbin added emphasis to Chan's statement, beaming in excitement as he remembered a trick. "Oh! Check out what I learned!" He held out his hands, and his red bass guitar appeared into them, knocking him to the ground due to the force of the instrument.

"Yeah, that looked super easy," you smiled as you teased Changbin as he groaned in pain and attempted to stand back up.

"I guess it's like Chan thought," Han beamed. "Our instruments are attached to our souls!" Speaking of Chan, he had began to wonder back over to the mystery chest; however, you quickly caught him in the act.

"Chan! I thought I told you to leave that alone!"

"I know you did!" he responded, looking antsy. "You shouldn't have said anything thought because now I can't stop thinking about it!" Chan threw his hands down in exasperation. "What's in the box, y/n?" Your first thought probably should not have been, 'He’s curious about me?' Yet, before you could overthink it, you snapped yourself back into reality, shaking off the distraction. With a deep breath, you grounded yourself, reminding your racing mind to focus.

"It's my dream box," you finally admitted. "Whenever I get a thought or idea I think is cool, I write it down."

"Like lyrics?" Chan raised an eyebrow as he glanced back towards you, his curious gaze making your brain go numb for a second.

"Y-yeah, kind of," you stammered, folding your arms over your chest. "I guess they would be if I still wrote music. Now it's just full of things that don't make me sad." The room was silent for a moment, the boys looking at you and nodding with sympathy; suddenly, Han rose up from where he had taken a seat.

"But, you do play!" he told you without thinking. "We heard you this morning!"

"You guys were in the garage?!" Your outburst made Chan walk over and gently smack Han on the back of the head, causing the latter to flinch and rub the afflicted spot. "Hello?!" you added on, not getting a response the first time; as if on cue, all three boys began stuttering and mumbling again, this time saying things about how Han had misspoke. In order to distract you, Chan walked towards you, laying himself in front of you on your bed and propping his chin up on his arm.

"So, where is your kitchen?" he quieried, a dazed look present in his eyes. You were almost swayed by the adorable stare.

Almost.

You sarcastically smiled before answering: "Okay, we need to set some boundaries." Chan nodded adoringly as you moved your stance down to meet his before continuing. "For starters, stay out of my room!" The last part of your sentence came out louder than the rest as you gestured towards the door impatiently. All three boys scattered to make their way out as you commanded, saying things such as, "Yes ma'am!" and "We are out!" as they departed, passing through the door as if it was not there.

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After an eventful day between school, explaining your heart-held dream box, and a prior conversation convincing your dad not to sell the house, you had worked up a late-night appetite. You hustled down the stairs to the kitchen. You almost screamed at the sight of someone standing by your fridge, but the tension in your body melted away as you realized it was just Chan.

"I am never going to get used to that," you muttered, eliciting a quiet giggle from Chan.

Awe man! Even his laugh was cute.

You shook your head as you approached the fridge behind him, peering over his shoulder.

"Do you guys even eat?" you genuinely asked. Chan shook his head; he and the boys had not had anything to snack on since their arrival.

"I just want to see what you have." You nodded, shutting the door through his ghostly figure.

"Hey!" Chan immediately protested. "You know how long it took me to open that?!"

"Sorry, I don't believe in wasting energy," you retaliated, grabbing some peanut butter and two slices of bread from the pantry.

"Perfect, because that's exactly what I want to talk to you about," Chan optimistically commented, his metaphor stunning you slightly.

"My electricity usage?" you spoke slowly as you rattled your brain for what on Earth Chan could be referring to,

"No, the energy that you have," he elaborated. "Your voice, your piano playing. Mate, you're a human super-weapon!" He spoke with a certain fondness in his voice.

"Is this supposed to be a pep talk?" you inquired, turning your attention back to your sandwich.

"What I'm saying is you have the power to move people," Chan replied, his Aussie accent thick in his voice. "To knock them off their feet. There is no way your teachers would kick you out for good if they could hear how well you played this morning!"

"Yeah, well I asked her, and she said I have to wait until next school year."

"That was your first mistake," Chan scrunched his face in disapproval. "Asking. 3RACHA booked gigs by doing," he opposed as he hopped up to sit on your kitchen counter. "We went into ambush mode! We played in front of clubs, behind clubs, we even played book clubs."

"Book clubs?" you questioned, a tad intrigued.

"Yeah, not a lot of gigs from those old ladies but we did get some gnarly snacks," he chuckled, but you remained stoic. "I'm just telling you to not ask for permission. Use your ultra super-weapon powers and smash the stupid rules out of their brains!" Chan beamed; however, you declined his suggestion at first.

"It's not a club, it's school. And your plan sounds violent!"

"It's a closed door, and you gotta bust it open!" You moved away from Chan, smirking at his comment as you made your way to the fridge to grab a glass of milk. "Sorry. Once I start metaphor-ing, I can't stop. I learned that in book club."

"They're not just gonna let me back in." Your words faltered as you turned around, unintentionally passing through Chan. A strange flutter of nervous energy stirred in your chest as you quickly spun back to face him. Both of you stood there, exchanging a sheepish smile, the awkwardness of the moment hanging between you.

"If getting back into music is what you want, then you gotta go for it!" Chan further encouraged you, putting a hand on your shoulder briefly before it fell through. "You never know what life has in store. Learn from me! Your tainted hot dog could be right around the corner," he whispered as you leaned down to take a bite of your sandwich; however, you lost your appetite from the warning, slowly removing the food from your mouth and setting it down on the counter.

"I don't even have a song prepa-"

"Thought you'd say that," Chan cut you off as he held up a piece of paper, conclusively with a song written on it. "It's called 'Bright.' It's a 3RACHA song I wrote that we never got to record, but it's perfect for your range," he expounded as he unfolded the paper. "Check out the chorus for a second. If you add a bit of piano, I'm telling you!" Chan then began to sing the chorus; you jumped in halfway through, with Chan encouraging you to, "go a bit higher!" on the final note. Internally, he jumped for joy as you turned to him, his smile widening with every step you took, silently cheering you on. You glanced up at him, a longing flickering in your eyes, aware of what you were feeling—and, judging by the soft flush of dusty pink on his cheeks, what he was feeling as well. Yet, you pushed those thoughts aside with a simple, 'Thanks,' masking the weight of the moment with casual words.

He bit his lip, a playful glint still shining in his eyes as he nodded, his smile filled with quiet joy. The two of you locked eyes for a brief moment, the air thick with unspoken understanding, before both of you chuckled lightly, the sound tinged with the shyness that neither of you could quite hide.

"Yeah, yeah, now get some sleep," he rolled his eyes playfully while looking down at you. "Big day tomorrow!" You beamed at his words before saying goodnight and walking away. Chan glimpsed at you the whole way through, leaning against the kitchen counter and crossing his arms. The unfamiliar feeling was back in his chest, and he felt himself unintentionally smiling.

In such a short span of time, you had already gotten Chan wrapped around your finger.

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Your initial plan to play for Mrs. Jeon was foiled the instant you walked into the music room; all of the students and teachers were down in the gymnasium for the spirit rally. You had missed your shot.

Or so you believed, until Flynn, who you had walked in on blowing aimlessly into a trumpet, had an idea spark into her brain.

The two of you walked into the gym in the midst of Carrie's group, Dirty Candy's performance. The crowd was abuzz with cheer and hollering as the group danced and sang energetically.

"Look who spent all her daddy's money on costumes and Katy Perry's choreographer," Flynn remarked sarcastically as you shoved your hands in the pockets of your camo jumpsuit.

"Well, it paid off," you replied as you fixated on Carrie's performance.

Abruptly, the guys appeared, with Chan instantly making his way over to you.

"What are you guys doing here?" you inquired silently so that Flynn would not hear you and assume you were talking to yourself.

"We came to see you stick it!" Chan pumped his arms up and down, an energetic grin plastered upon his face. Han nodded in agreement, a smile playing at his own lips; however, Changbin's eyes instantly glued to the colorful ladies cascading across the gym floor.

"Man, I miss high school," he muttered. Han and Changbin turned to see the performance he was referring to, with Han joining in on the lively choreography; he managed to earn a cut it out gesture from Chan, who had noticed your dejected expression.

As Dirty Candy ended their performance, the director and Mrs. Jeon stepped onto the floor for some announcements, with the director making an awful pun about how the show was, "Sweet."

"Now's your chance!" Flynn hyped. "Go talk to her! See you in music class!" Before you could respond, Flynn ran off into the bleachers. You, however, stayed still, a feeling of anxiety bubbling in your stomach.

"What are you waiting for?" Changbin questioned. "This is your time!"

"Yeah, you look really nervous!" Han commented. "Like, you're about you yack in a bowl nervous!" You sighed fearfully, turning to Chan for comfort.

"I don't think i had enough time to work on the song!" you confessed.

"Hey, listen! I wouldn't have given you the song if I didn't think you were gonna rock it," Chan turned towards the stage and gestured towards it. "There is a piano on that stage with your name on it. So, are you gonna act or live your life in fear?" Something clicked inside of your head, and you beamed at Chan, nodding thankfully towards him.

You dashed towards the stage, approaching the piano nervously as you made it up; all three guys had their eyes fixated on you, two out of curiosity and one out of admiration. You sat down as the students began to exit, playing the keys you had stayed up all last night learning; however, your movements quickly faltered as you noticed everyone leaving.

"You got this!" Chan encouraged you from the gym floor; that was all you needed to begin to play. You precisely plucked every note you had memorized, taking in a deep breath as your fingers moved on their own. The sound guy, although he had no idea what was going on, went along with it, placing a spotlight upon you and heightening the audio of the keyboard and microphone as you began to sing:

"Sometimes I think I'm falling down I wanna cry, I'm callin' out For one more try To feel alive And when I feel lost and alone I know that I can make it home Fight through the dark And find the spark"

The students and teachers paused in there tracks, drawn to the sound of your playing. their chatter fading as they gathered to listen. Out of the corner of your eye, you took account of how Mrs. Jeon had gestured towards you, unmistakably signalling the director. Flynn sat on the sidelines, silently cheering you on with her hands clasped in encouragement; not far from her, Han, Chan, and Changbin watched intently, their quiet support radiating from their smiles.

"Life is a risk but I will take it Close my eyes and jump Together I think that we can make it Come on let's run and"

As your voice soared into the climactic high note, Chan, Han, and Changbin suddenly appeared behind you on stage, seamlessly joining in with their instruments. The unexpected sight startled you at first, but gratitude quickly replaced your surprise. Their presence, steady and unwavering, infused you with a renewed surge of confidence, propelling you to pour even more emotion into your performance.

"Rise through the night you and I We will fight to shine together Bright forever And rise through the night you and I We will fight to shine together Bright forever"

It was during this verse that you noticed something unusual. Students were rushing toward the stage, their excited murmurs breaking through your focus. Snippets like, 'Who are they?' and 'Whoa, she has a band!' reached your ears. Confusion flickered through you as you continued to sing, your gaze darting between the crowd and the guys behind you. Then, like a lightbulb flickering on, realization dawned:

They could see the boys.

The bandmates had noticed the commotion as well. Changbin and Han exchanged uneasy glances before scanning the crowd, their concern evident in the furrow of their brows. Chan, however, stood steady, his eyes sweeping over the audience with a quiet pride that seemed to radiate from him, as if he knew this moment was meant to be one in the spotlight.

"Uh, is this really happened?" you questioned Chan with a false smile towards the crowd plastered on your face.

"Just go with it!" he nearly screamed out of excitement as he began to belt out his own verse.

"In times that I doubted myself I felt like I needed some help Stuck in my head With nothing left I feel something around me now So unclear lifting me out I found the ground I'm marching on"

You were fully in sync with Changbin as Chan took the spotlight, his performance captivating everyone around. Both Changbin and Han had found their groove, their earlier tension replaced by ease as they settled into their parts, now fully understanding the shift in the moment. As the song built, Changbin, with a confident grin, made his way over to Chan's microphone stand, ready to harmonize with him and add his voice to the mix.

"Life is a risk but we will take it Close my eyes and jumpTogether I think that we can make it Come on let's run and"

The four of you belted the chorus together, the energy between you palpable as all three of your bandmates leaped onto the stage, bringing a burst of vitality that electrified the crowd. The student body erupted in cheers, their excitement vibrating through the air. Amid the chaos, you caught sight of Carrie forcing her way through the crowd, her eyes blazing with fury as she glared at you. But the intensity of the moment quickly swept her from your mind, as Chan’s voice filled the space once more, grounding you back in the performance.

"In times that I doubted myself I felt like I needed some help Stuck in my head With nothing left"

Midway through Chan's verse, you crept up behind him with your microphone, a playful glint in your eye as you gestured for him to follow. Without missing a beat, he did, and you brought the mic to his lips, mouthing the words along with him as his voice seamlessly joined the melody. The crowd responded with a chorus of 'oohs' and 'aahs,' the energy building with each passing moment. Chan, bathed in the electric purple lights, flashed a wide, radiant grin that made him look almost otherworldly, his presence as mesmerizing as the music itself

"And when I feel lost and alone I know that I can make it home Fight through the dark, and find the spark"

You took Chan's advice to heart, pushing your voice higher on the final note of your verse as the last chorus soared. When the song came to a close, all four of you took a bow, Han adding a dramatic flourish by tapping his cymbals. You raised your fist triumphantly into the air, a wave of pride rushing through you. But then, a sudden shift in the crowd’s energy caught your attention; gasps replaced the earlier cheers, the once exuberant audience now hushed in surprise. Taken aback, you turned quickly, your heart racing as you searched for the source of their reaction. As you turned around, you felt your stomach drop.

The boys were gone.

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vigilante-fangirl · 2 years ago

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Heroes Guide to Parenting

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader Prompt: Surprise you're pregnant! What will you tell the team? What are you going to tell Adrian?!

Warnings: Reader is AFAB, Pregnancy, Cursing and Spoilers for season 1 finale of peacemaker in later chapters

The early morning at the headquarters of the office record store was shrouded in a quiet atmosphere. While everyone else busied themselves with typing on their computers or fine-tuning their weapons after a grueling mission, you found yourself slumped on the office couch, clad in your hero costume, feeling utterly miserable. "Ughhh! Kill meee!" you whined, the intensity of your complaint earning you a pen thrown by Harcourt, which ended up hitting your nose.

"Fucking shut UP!" Harcourt snapped, her patience wearing thin. "You've been complaining nonstop since we got back from the mission! Either go home or sit up and keep quiet." She punctuated her reprimand with a piercing glare. Before you could retort to her harsh words, an overwhelming wave of nausea surged through your body. The sensation hit you like a freight train, and you sprinted out of the room in a desperate bid to reach the bathroom, where you found yourself violently vomiting. Confusion spread among your teammates as they exchanged perplexed glances, unsure of what had just transpired.

"She's been sick for the last couple of weeks," Adebayo voiced her concern, closing her laptop and cringing at the distressing sounds emanating from the bathroom.

"Yeah, but only in the mornings?" Vigilante chimed in absentmindedly, engrossed in the task of polishing his throwing knives. "She's usually back to normal by the afternoon, so no big deal."

"Speak for yourself, dude!" Economos snapped at Vigilante, seated uncomfortably in a shirt that was a size too small. "Your girlfriend friggin' threw up on me while we were in the van! Now I have to wear this!" He grumbled, spinning around in his chair to point at a shopping bag filled with vomit-stained clothes. His now shirt being the only thing from the lost and found.

"She's not my girlfriend! Did... did she say she was my girlfriend?" Adrian questioned with an awkward grin, finally lifting his gaze from his previous preoccupation. However, his smile quickly faded as he registered the disappointed expressions on his teammates' faces.

"I don't know, man. Maybe we should check on her? This isn't normal for her to be this sick," Adebayo suggested sympathetically, her gaze fixed on the closed bathroom door, brimming with concern

"Listen, I've known (Y/L/N) for years. She's fine. She gets sick all the time, but she toughs it out. Now let's get back to work," Harcourt declared, gesturing towards the cluttered desks and piles of paperwork. However, her words fell on deaf ears as the team members continued their discussion about what could be wrong with you.

"Well, she has been moodier lately," Vigilante chimed in, his mind wandering as he recalled recent events.

Economos, leaning back in his chair and clicking his pen, sneered. "Like how she suplexed Peacemaker the other day just for asking if her costume got tighter."

Peacemaker, who glared at Economos for his comment, couldn't resist adding a quip. "Whatever, baby tee! She got lucky! She's so little I didn't see her coming. Like an angry lil Oompa Loompa."

Economos pulled down the small shirt, silenced by Peacemaker's remark. Peacemaker then turned to Vigilante.

"Nah, bro, but (Y/L/N) has been aggro lately. Remember that patrol we had a week ago?"

The scene shifted to a vivid flashback.

You stood atop a dog walker, mercilessly curb stomping the guy into the ground. Vigilante and Peacemaker watched, torn between concern and awe. While Peacemaker wondered when to intervene, Vigilante's gaze remained fixed on you, as if you had stolen his heart.

"I think you got him, bro?" Peacemaker offered tentatively. "Plus, I don't think he did anything illegal—"

"He yanked the poor puppy and then didn't pick up its poop! Animal abuse and littering?!" You interjected, halting your assault momentarily to pull the guy up by his hair.

"I didn't see the shit!" he sobbed, hoping for some leniency as you dropped him and resumed your relentless attack.

"Too baddd!" you yelled, your voice filled with a mixture of anger and satisfaction.

The flashback ended abruptly, and the team returned to the present, the memory of your intense outburst lingering in the air.

"Yeah! That was so hot!" Vigilante chuckled, lost in his thoughts as he reminisced about that night. His comment earned a groan from the team, prompting him to quickly clarify, "I meant it in a friend way, guys!" He course-corrected, fully aware that you would have his head if the group discovered the true nature of both of your late-night shenanigans.

Harcourt wished she could drown out the team's conversation, but a sudden realization struck her like a truck. "Wait? Nausea only in the morning? Constant mood swings? Is she... tired all the time?" she asked Vigilante, who looked at her with a puzzled expression.

"Yeah? She sleeps a lot after patrols! It's kind of cute as she—" Vigilante's words were cut off by Harcourt's interruption.

"Shut it!" she snapped, then turned to Adebayo, her eyes wide with hope to confirm her suspicions. Adebayo looked at her, initially perplexed, before her eyes widened in realization, her hand covering her mouth in surprise. Economos and Peacemaker were the last two to connect the dots, apart from Vigilante, who stood there utterly confused. They all knew there was something between you and Vigilante, some kind of relationship, but they were not aware the extent to it’s intimate nature. From the way you wore his clothes after missions to how he constantly hovered near you like a lost puppy, it was evident that there was more to your connection.

A heavy silence fell upon the office until it was shattered by the loud, sickening sound of your vomiting from the bathroom. Peacemaker burst into laughter, collapsing onto the table, while Economos joined in, unable to contain his amusement as he looked at Vigilante.Harcourt and Adebayo sighed in exasperation at the team's reactions.

"I can't believe that idiot, and by you of all people," Harcourt muttered, rubbing her temples in annoyance as she pointed at Adrian.

"Didn't you guys, you know... use protection?" Adebayo asked sheepishly, prompting Peacemaker to laugh even louder.

Vigilante looked rather confused for a moment before attempting to recall the details.

Another Flashback

You had convinced Adrian to accompany you to Walmart to run errands, despite his initial reluctance. After all, you believed it was something a proper boyfriend should do. As you pushed the shopping cart, Adrian's attention seemed to drift away, his gaze fixed on you as you playfully brushed the hair from your face while cracking a joke. Little by little, he started noticing the subtle things you did, like how you loved wearing his hoodies, which he intentionally bought extra baggy just so you would swim in them. Adrian couldn't help but smile as you continued talking, occasionally lifting the hoodie to hide the various hickeys that adorned your neck. His eyes wandered down, noticing the tight yoga shorts hugging your hips, and the way they accentuated your curves. Lost in a daze, his thoughts converged on that very moment when the shorts rode up, revealing the curve of your ass.

"Condoms!" Adrian suddenly blurted out, his voice echoing through the aisle as he remembered what he needed. You spun around, desperately trying to shush him as disapproving glances from nearby moms were cast in your direction.

"W-what, Adr?" you asked, looking around in confusion."Condoms! That's what I was trying to remember!" Adrian grinned, his usual goofiness on full display as he guided the cart towards the family planning section. He was about to grab a box when you smacked his hand, causing it to drop.

"Ow! (Y/n), what the hell?" he protested, rubbing his hand and looking at you as if you were insane.

"Look at that price, babe! $11.99 for a box? That's too expensive!" you argued, placing the box back on the shelf.

"But you have some shower stuff that costs, like, $79 in the cart," he pointed out, reaching for the box again, only to receive another slap. This back-and-forth continued, with Adrian growing increasingly frustrated after each slap.

"(Y/N)!" he finally exclaimed, his annoyance evident in his voice, but you stood your ground, crossing your arms.

"I refuse to pay that amount, Adrian! Besides, we don't even need those! God's got me!" you declared confidently, catching sight of a shelf displaying the new squishmallows. Adrian had intended to argue further, but as you ran over to the shelf, his attention was once again diverted by your hoodie riding up, revealing more of your enchanting figure.

The flashback came to an end, and the team returned to the present.

Adrian's eyes widened in shock as he finally pieced everything together. Peacemaker, still laughing almost breathlessly, couldn't contain himself upon hearing the story.

"God... got me?" Harcourt and Adebayo both yelled in disbelief, their exasperation evident. "Both of you are idiots," Harcourt muttered, shooting glares at the closed bathroom door. She had expected this kind of behavior from Vigilante, but not from you.

Peacemaker attempted to catch his breath, jokingly remarking, "Aw, looks like thimble's little soldiers can still hit their target!" However, the gravity of the situation quickly sank in for Vigilante.

"Dude! This is serious! N-no way, right? She would have told me!" he exclaimed, grappling with the reality that if you were indeed pregnant, you hadn't been dating for that long. The question of what he would do next weighed heavily on his mind as he turned towards the bathroom door, calling out your name with urgency.

The scene shifted to an hour ago, with you trembling inside the bathroom. You had pretended to be sick, using it as an opportunity to test the waters. From your cloak, you produced a box of pregnancy tests, investing a hefty $17.99 in ensuring the accuracy of the results.

With a feverish haste, you tore open the box, causing the tests to clatter onto the floor. Hastily unzipping your costume and discarding the cloak, you sat on the toilet seat, nervously fumbling for one of the tests and scanning the torn instructions.As you peed on the blue stick, you placed it on the counter, praying fervently for the next three minutes. Your pleas to the heavens mirrored those of a sinner seeking redemption in church, as you shut your eyes tightly. The moment arrived, and you cautiously retrieved the test, squinting to discern the results. Two bright blue lines stared back at you.

"Like hell I am!" you exclaimed defiantly, discarding the test and grabbing another one. Once again, after three minutes had passed, two blue lines appeared before your eyes.

“....fuck.” is all you could say before a wave of nausea hit you causing you to actually vomit.

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daceofs · 2 months ago

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So we start from Season 2 Episode 3

"Season what?" Stefan asks perplexed.

"The squirrels" Caroline replied with a duh, "don't they go bland eating only plants?"

Stefan only chuckled and did not chide her or judge her, she liked that about him.

"So, what's with the edgy Vampire look?" she prodded.

"Wha.. Caroline!" He exclaimed, "first I was too serious and now I am edgy... you make me sound like a Cullen."

"Well, who are you searching for, discreetly?" She asked, "Or trying to.."

Stefan clicked his tongue as if he was contemplating it. Then he looked at her with his serious vampire look, kind of.

"Well you know those two Indian kids in our class right?" he asks.

Pffttttt, "What do you take me for? Of course I would!" she harrumphed.

No one and she means no one underestimated her.

"Well Damon's convinced there's something suspicious about them?" he said folding his hands.

"And you're not... unconvinced?" She implores.

"I am not sure" he admits.

"So what are you gonna do now?" she asks curious and a tad bit wary.

"I" he stresses, she doesn't know if it's conscious or not, "was going to try and figure them out."

"Was?" she chirps.

"Well" he chuckles, "funnily enough, we can't seem to get a hold of them."

"If you are looking for them at wannabe frat parties, you're never going to find them" Caroline suggests.

"Well then where should I be looking for them?" Stefan asks.

It feels like he is actually going to value her answer and that feels good. She is going to get her life back one step at a time, just like this.

"The Masquerade party at the Lockwoods,' if not the community service for it" Caroline answers, "Every teen in the town is invited to it... no one misses it. Unlike this, that one's actually important."

He nods.

She smiles.

"So, how did meeting the resident alpha go?" Damon snarks, all he does is snark these days.

Because honesty gets him nowhere obviously.

"Neither one of us died" Stefan supplies from the couch.

"He attacked you" Damon declares. How does his brother always get into these situations?

"Well I attacked him first" Stefan uselessly quips.

"I am not gonna shake his hand Stefan" Damon usefully quips.

"Damon" there it is, the shade.

"He has made his move Stefan" Damon bites, "I am not gonna sit duck. What about the other two shady people?"

"I'd rather you fixate on Mason Lockwood than those two" Stefan, Stefan, Stefan! How his brother remembers his own name with all the naivety in there is beyond him!

"What'd you find out?" he asks, asking 'answers.'

"Well a lot... of nothing" Stefan, the bitch he is, sasses.

"Well then do better" Damon sasses back, "Katherine freaking Pierce is in town, now we've got a wolf on the porch, anyone suspicious must be dealt with. So, go put in your hours or you're gonna lose your job at sainthood."

"You do realise that this violates labour rights somewhere" Damon whines.

"Ironic hearing you talk about rights" Stefan laughs dryly.

"Har Har baby bro! Keep em coming" Damon snarks.

Then it's a nauseating patrol of formalities and normalcy. Nothing he likes.

He was flirting with Carol Lockwood when he heard him.

That little perp!

He can't just vamp! Cause people! Mayor! Mason! Council! Bullshit!

"Yeah tell aunty not to worry, I'll take Padhma home." He is talking to someone on his phone and because of the distance Damon can't hear the other side of conversation, ugh, "Yeah we extended your apologies to the Mayor... yeah cheppa adhi kooda... 'we are willing to contribute to the community and this public park in anyway we can' that's exactly what I said, she might meet for a tea party with you. Yes ma... I know the difference between Vervain and Vermillion. I got the right stuff... why? it is stuff... that's how everyone talks about it..."

(I told that too)

Damon froze when he heard Vervain.

He couldn't handle vervain the other day and now he was cultivating it, what kind of a vampire was this? Was he a witch? Or a wolf? Are wolves repulsive to Vervain too?

Before he could tune back in, the call was done and he was walking toward the girl. Damon, being the responsible big brother he was, decided to go antagonize Stefan about his hushed talks with Mason Lockwood.

He'll deal with them by the time this parade ends.

He decided.

Fate on the other hand, decided to be a bitch. He'd gotten drugged, shot, dragged into a dungeon along with his brother, who got pumped with wood within an inch of his life.

So, yeah, other things had left his mind, temporarily.

Mason came first.

"So you've finally decided to get off their backs" Stefan joked, kind of. He was feeling like a chain smoker, who laid off for years and finally took one puff. His entire system felt like some one was sanding his bleeding wounds.

"No" Ughhh, he didn't need this right now, "I don't understand your obsession with them Damon. She resisted your compulsion one day, in a town crawling with founder's council members... She could have hit the grill that day for all we know and drank vervain laced coffee."

"Uh uh uh" Damon said with a click of his tongue, "That's where I'm gonna stop you, our shady friends from another land have literally never hit the grill."

Wait, "never?" How can that be?

"Makes you wonder if they even want to fit in" Damon continues, "the day Mason Lockwood almost got us killed, I heard the boy talking on his phone to someone and he mentioned Vervain."

His eyebrows shoot up, "well that complicates things..." Damon gives him a cheshire cat grin and he knows his brother has already decided to kill them. But Stefan still has his doubts.

"But we still don't know if they're harmful" Stefan provides.

"It's mystic falls" Damon deadpans, "they know vervain so they know about vampires, they skipped the swim hole party so they know about werewolves."

Stefan sighs, "or their families were given vervain by council members. It wouldn't be impossible after the recent incidents.."

"The council is full of uptight idiots playing pretend, they can't even save their own much less distribute the vampire repellent among the resident highschoolers" Damon bites, "I would know."

Stefan frowns, "and you're a 100 % sure that their parents are not in the council? Like night shift or something... behind your backs you know?"

"Yes, Stefan" Damon hisses "I keep a list of people who can potentially come after us with a pitchfork."

Stefan licks his lips in thought, pondering over the possibilities. For a couple of supernatural beings, they spent too much time studying and sticking to themselves. If Elena was their target, they would've skiveed someone from his group and warmed up to them.

But they made no effort. They were familiar with them as much as any other kid in their classes were albeit, a bit strange. But then again, they weren't run of the mill American students, who knew what was their normal?

Damon, however isn't done, "Whenkat or whatever his name is, spit out vervain laced coffee, yet is hoarding it. Does it remind you of anyone?"

Katherine, of course everything was about Katherine, "He could be her lackey for all we know, or you know, the barker in the room, Team wolf."

"So, he's a wolf now?" Stefan drawled.

"Could be.. " Damon smirked, "we could nab him and ask him."

"No" Absolutely not, "Look they've been here since the school started, if they were vampires or werewolves or witches or ninja turtles... we would have known."

"Did everything I just said fly over your hero hair?" Damon hisses.

"Look, Caroline told me that they've volunteered to help for the masquerade party, Mason is also going to be there, if they're involved with each other, we'll know" He suggests and he knows Damon will relent.

"Fine" Damon whines as he does.

A vervain well? Really?

Damon wasn't sure if it was Mason's idea or Katherine's... he just knew it was done to bite their asses.

Power puff girls dragged in his brother (who looked brother less and roadkill more) over an hour ago and he still couldn't quite hide the occasional wince.

"You do realise that your healing will accelerate with a warm glass of O- right" Damon implored.

Stefan just smiled, goddd stop being a stubborn bastard for one damn second. "Suit yourself" Damon grimaced.

"So" Stefan began and he could already hear the oncoming snark, "Mason Lockwood got taken by us, you had enough time to torture him before ripping his heart out and then gloat to Katherine. We got the moonstone..."

"And?" He knew there was an and, he's only had a brother for 168 years.

"And" oh there you go gloating, "Neither of them batted an eye at this entire mess."

"And that absolves all the suspicion?" Damon snarked back.

Stefan sighed, yeah that's more like it, "Damon I was watching them the entire time" baby bro has got that whine in his voice now, "I don't think they even know who Mason is... was... Mason didn't acknowledge them either..."

"And does that conclude your research?" Damon grins, tight. He knows Stefan is trying to keep him from them.

"You want to know my thesis?" Stefan glares, "Fine, my finding is that they are completely innocent, because when they weren't working like the rest of us with the occasional small talk, they were gushing to each other about a new album."

Wait what? "You're telling me while you were being water boarded in a vervain well and while I was poking holes in our resident werewolf, they were talking about.... Songs?!"

"Yeah" Stefan trolls, "I wonder what part of their evil masterplan that is..."

"Don't sass me" Damon growls, "what songs were they talking about?"

Stefan looks at him like he's crazy before his jaw sets, but his eyes soften and why are they doing that? He doesn't need that look, "Apparently a new movie album dropped yesterday , it's from India... They were talking about it the entire time they were together.

This has got to be some kind of joke... there's no way that someone is that innocent or lucky in Mystic fucking falls.

"Orange" Stefan declares as he remembers, "that was the name."

"Who the hell names a movie after a fruit?" Who does that? Stefan chuckles and he continues, "and what kind of nerdy monsters are they to talk about a movie about a fruit while preparing for a ball??!"

Stefan shrugs and Damon groans.

"This is the second time I'm telling you dimwits" Damon announces, "if you want to leave, run, now."

No one moves...

Ugh!

These idiots, brave noble idiots. Damon licks his lips in exasperation.

Everyone is looking at him in mild irritation, except Stefan, he looks amused.

Really?!

"We should skim over the details mission once again" Caroline asks more like orders.

"Sure barbie" Damon smirks, if he needs to doll this into their dumb heads once again so they realise the stakes, then he'll gladly do it.

"Bonnie is going to spell the room, jeremy is going to give her the false lead and Caroline is going to lead her to the room, the actual trap" he nods at the scooby gang core trio, them nodding and smiling at each other.

Gah teenagers!

"Alaric will not let Elena out of his sight, thus keeping her from running into danger" get the clue you morons, "Stefan and I will already be in the room when blondie tricks Katherine in to walking in."

Everyone nods and Stefan just tightens his hold on his hands. Folding hands menacingly wasn't enough and now he had to look like he was popping his elbows, wow, ominous!

"And while we're doing this" Damon continues looking at the witch, little gilbert and baby vampire, "I want you three... to do another errand" he earns confused looks but drawls on, "keep an eye on the Indian students."

"What?" Caroline asks, incredulous, "what did they do?" She turns to Stefan, "I thought you said you were just being paranoid."

Oh did he? He looks at Stefan too, who just shakes his head, "Damon I told you that day to leave them alone."

"Yeah the day Jenna got stabbed and Katherine gloated that she has backups to backup her backups" Damon says sounding nonchalant, "Katherine is going to have some kind of back up."

Stefan relents, "Fine... keep a stray eye on them."

"He actually means don't let them out of your collective sight" Damon nods.

He gets confused yet dutiful nods and eye rolls at that and he is satisfied.

Soon enough, everyone has left and it's only him and Stefan.

He is loading the wrist bands with stakes, when, "Damon" he looks up and Stefan is looking at him.

"Don't worry" he says, sincere, "we will get her... and... no one will get hurt."

Damon doesn't share his optimism. Still he nods, just as sincere.

"Why do you think Damon is suspicious of Padmuh?" Bonnie asks.

"Who knows maybe she looked at him wrong" Caroline answers and Jeremy snorts whole Bonnie chuckles.

"What I am curious about" Caroline continues, "is why Stefan is suspicious of her..."

Jeremy looks between them and Bonnie nods.

Stefan is sweet, he wouldn't needlessly doubt someone.

"I don't think he does" Jeremy announced, "not completely."

Caroline looks at him and contemplates it, "he wanted to ask her something that day at swim hole too, her and Whenkat... obviously they didn't show up."

"Why did they even fall into their radar?" Bonnie ponders, "they're not shady or anything."

"How would we know?" Caroline muses, "they keep to themselves most of the times."

"I talked to Whenkat the other day in history class" Bonnie declares, "he didn't feel like a vampire."

"You can feel if he is a vampire?" Caroline asks surprised.

"Yeah I can feel the vibes" Bonnie answers nonchalant, "when I touch them it feels cold like death. But there are tells without any touches too you know."

Caroline is silent for a moment before she mutters an "Oh!"

"Well they're on Vervain apparently" she continues, "so they can't be compelled."

"But didn't the guy spill out Vervain?" Jeremy countered.

"If it's because she can't be compelled" Bonnie said, deep in thought, "witches can't be compelled either, can werewolves be compelled?"

"I don't know" Jeremy answered, Bonnie nodded then asked, "has anyone tried compelling Tyler or Mason?"

Caroline shook her head.

"Mason probably couldn't be compelled" Jeremy provided.

"How-" Bonnie began but was cut off by Caroline's, "Whenkat, 5'0 clock."

There he was in a black shirt and black pants. He was standing at the entrance, yet to take his mask. He was on his mobile.

He waved at someone and she came into view, she was wearing a crop top and a Long skirt.

She turns and waves at someone, he cuts the call and they start talking as they walk down the archway.

"Can you hear them?"

"No... you're not late" he says scoffing, "I only reached five minutes ago.."

She smiles nervously and then looks at the crowd in the opening.

"Everyone is wearing frocks and I'm wearing a lehenga" she mutters.

"Everyone is wearing a suit and I'm wearing a shirt" he adds.

She lets out a low whine before rolling her eyes and saying, "oh pulllease, you look handsome and smart."

He smiles, "you look like a heroine."

She scoffs, "stop lying."

"I don't lie" he countered.

She grits her teeth, "this was so last minute it probably doesn't even look fitted."

"Stop fretting" he hums, "you literally look angelic."

She shakes her head, then smiles.

"I'm just afraid" she confessed, "what if something goes wrong?"

He clicked his tongue and looked at her, "Well if something does go wrong... we will handle it."

Caroline gasped.

"Care, what is it?" Bonnie asked confused.

"He..." Caroline sputtered, "I heard him say if something goes wrong, they'll handle it."

"Handle what?" Bonnie asked suspicious.

"I don't know" Caroline cried, "I only heard that much." She was just a baby vamp, curse her for not being a century old douche.

"We should keep an eye on them" Jeremy declared.

They went to pick up masks and everyone's eyes were stuck to them, many only for a moment, others longer, discreetly, a few however stuck to them like glue. They were rigid, like they were scared or waiting for something, they were on an edge.

Whenkat looked around probably feeling the eyes trained on them, Padmuh however was staring at the masks, biting her bottom lip.

She looked at Whenkat and he looked at her, "I wish I got a stick."

"The hell is that supposed to mean?" Caroline asked no one, confused.

"What?" Bonnie asked, irritated.

"She said she wishes she got a stick" Caroline answered.

"A stick?" Jeremy wondered, bamboozled

"Yeah, a stick" Caroline deadpanned. Does she mean a wand or something?

They both pick up masks from the leftover litter. Padmuh looks at hers woefully, it is a great design, classy but grand but is blue and her dress is black with golden details, Whenkat says something after prodding her in the arm.

"Why does she want a stick?" Bonnie went from irritated to puzzled.

"Maybe she said stake" Jeremy provided, "Indians have an accent right?"

Padmuh sighs and they exchange masks. His mask is exactly like Stefan's except there's no red, it's black. It suited Stefan so well, he looked extra hot.

Whenkat takes the blue one and Padmuh takes the black one.

And Voila.

Everything falls into place. Whenkat's blue mask brings out his chocolate brown eyes, black waves of hair fall over it, making it go so well with his complete black outfit.

Padmuh's curls fold around her mask and it looks like it was always part of her dress.

Padmuh smiles, her lips raising only on side, it's cheeky and there's a hand gesture, three of her fingers fly out and curl around like she's beckoning something.

Whenkat chuckles, then he gives her a thumbs up.

"No" Caroline refuted, "have you heard them? They speak perfect English."

"I would have heard them if I heard of them before yesterday night" Jeremy snarks.

"Maybe it's a code word" Bonnie pulls a hail mary. Thank god for her! Caroline and Jeremy both turn to her, sharp, her blonde curls sway and fall.

"For what?" Caroline blurts. Bonnie shrugs, strained. Jeremy just looks. This is going to go no where, she knows it, at least those two are gorgeous and smiling.

"You see them?" Stefan asked Damon, his finger tapping lightly on his mobile.

His brother hummed, no, Damon doesn't hum, Damon growls and grumbles, which is exactly what he did just then, "You can't miss them if you wanted to."

Whenkat was the only one who wasn't in a suit and Padmuh was the only in who wasn't in a knee length frock, "almost like they're just trying to fit in and have fun."

"Well then we should fit in too" Damon grinned, which was a sign that he was scheming something, "why don't you help them fit in, offer a drink?"

Stefan smiled, clipped, "I am not in the mood to get turned down."

They should stay together, Katherine was probably, definitely, already here and they should stay together.

"They were an paranoid back track errand anyway" Stefan says, nonchalant. Get the clue Damon.

Damon doesn't even nod, but he knows, he gets it.

Venkat takes a sip of his 'orange' juice. It tastes like sugar produced in a chemistry lab. But his mother will come after him with her stainless steel ladle if he touched any of the alcohol.

Padhma prods his arm, he turns to look at her.

"I need to use the restroom" she says, "where do you think it is?"

He looks around, there are no boards for directions, they should have worked in that department instead of setting up tables and making professional small talk with Tyler's mom. He wonders for a moment if they have to go inside the house.

He looks back at Padhma, "Intlo unnayemo.."

(Maybe they're in the house)

She sighs, frustrated, "Tyler ni adugudham." He nods, then looks around and Tyler is nowhere to be found.

(We'll ask Tyler.)

He spots Matt, gestures to Padhma and jogs towards him. "Hey" he greets him.

"Hey man" Matt says back but is clearly distracted.

"Could you tell me where the restrooms are?" he asks with a smile.

"In the guest house" he points towards it. Venkat thanks him and they both scurry off in opposite directions.

"Guest house ponum aam" He tells Padhma and points at it, she follows his sight. From here he can see that some of the kids are getting drunk there.

(It seems we have to go to the guest house)

They're harmless, mostly, but he can still see the same apprehension in him cloud Padhma's eyes.

"Let's go together" he offers. She gives him a small smile and nods.

The guest house is huge and so are the restrooms. She looks at her, asking if he needs to go.

"I'll wait" he says, opening a water bottle he picked up on the way.

"Okay" she says, removing her mask and putting it on the narrow marble desk with her clutch purse.

He opens the water bottle and savours the sips as he waits for her.

She comes back shortly and washes her face, "my hair is killing me."

He chuckles as she takes out a narrow claw clip and puts her hair in a messy bun.

He finishes his water and throws the bottle in a dust bin.

She straps her mask on and pouts, "I wish I got one with a stick to hold it... it looked so fancy."

He snorts, "won't you get tired of holding it?"

She rolls her eyes and pats down her lehenga. Smoothing it.

He folds his shirt's cuffs humming 'nenu nuvvantu' absently.

They both look at each other.

She nods at him as he looks up at her and they both walk out. Him a step behind her.

They stop near the guest house's entrance and she picks up a water bottle, he holds her purse as she opens it and gulps it down.

"We only have 10 more minutes before your dad comes to pick us up" he announces.

"Maybe we should just wait at the entrance" she muses.

"Great" he agrees.

They are halfway there when he wonders, "should we return the masks?"

They both stop, "I hope not" she says with a chuckle, "that blue mask looks great on you."

"Emmov" he laughs, "you picked this atrocity."

(Ladyyy)

Thankfully, they do not have to return them.

Padhma's dad drives into their driveway and they both peal out of it.

"Completely black and black" Padhma's mom chides as she looks at them, "sattaiyaavadhu vella colour pottirukanum la.."

(Should have atleast worn a white shirt)

"Ada neenga vera aunty" he whines, "that's what everyone else was wearing."

(Please aunty...)

Padhma laughs at him as she climbs up her steps.

"Yeah, waiters kooda" she teases.

(Even the waiting staff)

He narrows his eyes and huffs, "okay aunty, I'll go Amma wait pannitu irupa.."

"Yeah" she nods, "inaikki your father is working overtime la.. seeikram po"

(Today.... Go soon)

He waves her and Uncle a bye and struts to his home.

"Amma" he sing songs as his mom opens their door.

(Mommy)

"Offo" she says as he comes in as if she didn't click a dozen pictures as he was leaving, "aa shirt theesesi ra... let's eat dinner."

(Change out of that shirt)

"So how was it?" She asks as he plops down in his pjs.

"It was okay... we didn't stay for long" Padhma answered nonchalantly, savouring being out of the lehenga.

"Well that's nice" her mother replied, "drishti eduknaum va.."

(Come, I'll ward of the evil eye on you)

Padhma chuckles, "enna yaarum paakala ma.."

(No one saw me)

"Nonsense" her mum retorts.

"I'm telling you no one saw me" padhma says still laughing.

"We're still doing this" her mother orders.

Damon scrunches his eyebrows in confusion as he sees them perform weird ritual, there's salt and she spits on it.

"What are they doing?" He ponders.

"I don't know" Stefan answers lazily.

Duh!!!! This is what spending all your brain cells on a slut does to you Stefan!

The household they were stalking, they only managed to hear one sentence, settled in their routine around the dinner table.

The perfect happy family, he could see them through the window now.

"What do you think she meant?" Damon ponders, "no one saw her..."

"I think you're reaching" Stefan drawls and he wonders why he hasn't snapped his neck yet.

"Don't blame me for having brain cells Stefan!" Damon bites.

"We saw them, they saw us when we saw them, if they were talking about us, then don't you think they would have reported that small detail?" Stefan bites back.

"Yeah so what the hell are they talking about?" Damon points out, because there has to be something they're missing, they just saw them do a ritual.

"Probably nothing about us" Stefan snarks.

"Oh yeah because this town is full of coincidences" he bites. Mason Lockwood, hello!

"Damon" Stefan sighs, here it comes, "you just threw Katherine into a tomb while she was begging you not to. If they were her lackeys, don't you think they would have done something about it?"

Sound logic from a harebrained head!

But Damon can see it on his brother. He is tired.

Pouty, grumpy, broody and whiny too but mostly tired.

So, he relents.

After all Katherine is in a tomb.

"So, who the hell kidnapped Elena?" Jeremy huffs, frustrated.

"I don't know Jeremy" she says with a deep sigh, she was so goddamn tired.

"Are you okay?" He asked and she nodded, "yeah, of course."

"We'll go to your house" she suggests, "see if we can do anything more."

"Uhm hey, Bonnie" she hears someone call her and she turns, her stance hardens, because Padmuh is standing in front of her.

She doesn't feel anything off with her but she just can't do this anymore, "What?"

"Mrs Jones asked me to hand this to you" she holds out two paper sheets and ohhh, they had a test three days ago, "Elena didn't come today either. I don't know why she gave them to me honestly, but here..."

Jeremy stiffens at Elena's name.

Their hands touch as she takes her papers and she feels something warm, earthy but it's not magic, there's no pulsing beat. She relaxes involuntarily, "thank you."

"No problem" Padmuh smiles.

"So... what do you think?" Damon prods at him.

Stefan thought he was perfectly content with silence, "about what?"

"Tweedle dee, tweedle dum" Damon purrs.

"I think you should stop obsessing over them" Stefan muses.

'Stop obsessing over Elena too' is something that's almost on his tongue but doesn't come out because Damon cares and he can't have a problem with that, even if he wants to.

Caroline pitied Tyler.

They were the same, damaged irrevocably, used as pawns in some grand scheme.

They were mortal enemies, a bite from him would kill her, period.

But she couldn't just leave him alone to deal with this. She had woken up alone in the hospital and without Stefan, she wouldn't have made. The full moon is coming. She wants to be there for Tyler.

"Caroline" Matt's voice broke her mind through the crisis spiral, "You wanted to ask me something."

Oh yeah, Matt! Someone had compelled Matt. There was a fat chance it was Katherine, but she wanted to know for sure and see if he knew anything he shouldn't. This was the first time he was back in school after that incident.

"Thanks for coming" She chirped, "I didn't think you..."

Matt grimace and she trails off. They look away from each other before she regains enough composure to ask, "How are you feeling? You had a nasty fall that day"

"I am fine" Matt answers, "Just a bit dazed."

She sighs, she hates doing this, "Who compelled you to pick a fight with Tyler?"

"I don't know" Matt answered, pupils dilated and actually dazed. Ugh!

"Did Katherine talk to you?" She tried again.

"Who is Katherine?" Of course!

"Did Padmuh talk to you?"

"No" well that was better!

"Did Whenkat talk to you?"

"Yes" Bingo!

"What did he ask?" Her nerves were on edge! How many villains did they have to deal with?

"He asked me directions for the rest room..."

Seriously?!

"Forget I asked you anything except for how your were doing" She compelled.

"I will forget you asked me anything except for how I was doing" He parroted.

"So do you have a degree in lurking or something?" Damon snarked.

Slater scared him, he knew things he shouldn't and things even Damon didn't.

"I have connections" Slater answered. He also took no offence.

Real philosophical!

But a guy who knew everything was exactly what he needed right now.

"So you know about me, my brother and katherine?" Damon laid the ground.

"Yeah" Slater admitted.

"Do you know if there are any other supernatural beings in mystical falls?" Damon pried.

"Well there is your friend Caroline and the bennet witches, you also just told me your town had werewolves... so yeah all three of the supernatural" Slater said with a shrug.

Bennet ✅

Baby Vampire ✅

But he'd missed the Lockwoods. So how accurate was he?

"Anyone else" Damon prods

"No, Why do you ask?" Slater answers, damn this guy is brimming with the need to know.

"Just trying to keep track" Damon replies with a grin, that is obviously fake.

His patrons however do not care and then there's glass everywhere.

There could be worse places to forcefully in Stefan supposes, but there were places with better room maintenance and there are definitely places with better company.

She is filing her nails with a... nail.

And it's grating on his nerves.

"I could relieve your stress too stefan" she purrs, "you just have to ask."

He sighs, ignoring her for the millionth time.

He lets his thoughts wander, Elena, Damon, Caroline, Tyler, Klaus, Rose... he stops at Padmuh and Whenkat.

Damon was convinced they were both Katherine's lackeys.

He could have asked her and confirmed it.

But in case they weren't involved with her... he doesn't want to doom two innocent souls.

"You're not dooming them Jonas just get it done" Elijah orders him.

That's what they always say, just a favour, just a question, just some morbid curiosity, that's what Greta had said.

Now she was with Klaus, his slave.

His freedom wasn't much better, as much as they were in a deal, he was always going to be Elijah's subordinate. Not equal.

Damn these vampires!

So, he nods and goes to do what he's asked.

Except the homes he's supposed to stake out are completely empty.

He gets a simple 'huh' from Elijah at that, followed with a "Did you find anything strange?"

"Well there was a pattern on their porch, drawn with some kind of flour" he recounts, "there was another pattern drawn on their door, it was very small, it was drawn out of Saffron. I remember it being a symbol in Hinduism."

Elijah hums, "and?"

"And..." he recollects, "there was pumpkin tied just shy of their door. It had the same symbol on it."

"Strange" Elijah muses.

"So, which innocent soul are you out to terrorise now?" Bonnie asks. Judgy is as judgy is.

"Just you" He chirped, on his best behavior.

She takes a huff and he can feel her annoyance through the phone, "what do you want?"

"I want you to do a spell" he purred.

"What kind of spell?" she asked, now irritated. Well don't blame me for being the only resident witch.

"I went to visit Stefan" he confessed, "On the way, I saw Jonas."

"A mystic falls resident in mystic falls" She drawled, "shocker!"

"He was at Whenkat's house" he smirks.

"Damon I told you guys, I felt nothing from them" Bonnie said, frustrated, "I don't know why you keep suspecting them.."

"Well let's do one final test..." Damon suggests, well okay orders, "Once and for all!

He counts up to 1000 bunnies when his phone rings, to his pleasure, it's bonnie, "I found a spell."

Great!

...

"So, this is like a litmus test?" Damon ponders.

"Yes" Bonnie bites.

"How does this even work?" He questions, because she never explained just dragged him out here in the middle of the day. He's holding lemons of all the things.

"They attract magic, Vampires, werewolves and obviously witches all have magic. The lemons will tell you if there is magic" Bonnie explains.

"So do we just throw these at them?" Damon deadpans, "Or make a lemonade and shove it down their throats."

"These are spelled Damon" she snaps, "They have to step on them."

"What?" he asks, incredulous.

"We have to place them discreetly in their path, so they step on it" she explains.

He grins, "I know the perfect place."

There's a park in mystic falls, they walked through it most days or studied, evenings, weird kids.

So, that is where they go.

It's a Wednesday, so obviously the traffic around it is less. Those two are on time, walking. Lame.

Bonnie finds a bench just on the edge of their vicinity and Damon perches on a tree where the park nearly ends.

"I am telling you this movie is going to be epic" The girl's voice reaches him.

Every other supernatural being in Mystic Falls in running with fangs bared or tail tucked and these two are talking about movies, Psychopaths!

"Of course it's going to be epic" the boy replies, "It's Shankar!"

Who?

They are in the zone, just about to step on those lemons, when...

Padmuh stops and pats Whenkat in his stomach, who looks at her in the confusion Damon is feeling right now.

She points at the lemons, cut in the middle, squeezed lightly and sprayed with brown witchy powder. Which shouldn't mean anything more than an aftermath of some party to normal people. But Whenkat says, "Oops.."

And they completely sidestep the entire lemon trap, chuckling and laughing.

Oh NO!!

They are talking something but Damon can't hear any of it, his brain freezes.

He vamps to Bonnie, who is as shocked as he is.

"How do they know about it?" She asks, more like screams, her eyes wide and her body racking, "It's an old spell Damon... it's very old... they shouldn't know about it."

Damon inhales, tight and deep, he still hasn't lost the habit of it, "They weren't even shocked by it."

What were these two?

"So Jonas is Elijah's witch, huh?" Damon quipped lazily sipping bourbon.

Stefan blinked, "Uh.. yeah.. he declared it quite dramatically." It was a tad bit unexpected, okay, it wasn't, he was just being optimistic.

Elena meets Elijah and next day, Mystic falls has Luka and his dad, it was too much of a coincidence.

"You know where I saw papa witch lurking the other day?" Damon asked with a smirk, the one that told Stefan to get himself ready for some mayhem.

"Where?" Stefan drawled, this was so not the time or day or even the year for this. He was still feeling so damn sore.

"Whenkat's house" Damon said with a click of his tongue.

"What?" Why would Jonas visit Whenkat's house? He was a witch, Elijah's witch, apparently. What would he want from a human?

"I can see the cogs turning in your head little brother." Damon snarks, "They've already turned and chimed in my head."

Oh wow, his brother is in a mood. A good one.

(☝️ this emoji showed up here and I cackled)

"So the time is?" Stefan indulges...

"Midnight" Damon says more like plays, "they're Elijah's lackeys."

"Wut?" Whaaaat??? Has his brother finally gone insane?

"The facts support it Stefan" Damon retorts.

"Which are?" Stefan asks, too tired of this shit already.

Damon gulps, puts his glass aside and straightens his shirt.

"Should I get you a whiteboard and a marker?" Stefan quips.

"Don't push it point dexter" Damon bites.

He pours himself another glass of bourbon and Stefan's beginning to crave a glass too, of vervain!

"So" A voice that sounds like Fred from sponge bob goes 'Oh brotherrrr, this guy sucks' and Stefan agrees, kinda, his brother however barrels his theory, "firstly, they're strange, don't do the regular teenage stuff, do rituals, take vervain, spit vervain, hoard Vervain, are aware of ancient witchy spells, knew when to skip something so they don't get any dirt on them, knew when shit would go down and well are too happy for a teen in mystic falls."

Stefan sighed, and was about to tell his brother how stupid this entire thing was, but he cut him off-

"Look they're clearly supernatural, Katherine avoided them, Anna didn't know them, tomb vampires didn't mess with them and now Elijah's witch is in kahoots with them" Damon cocker his brow, "they have been here so long, they're playing the long con."

Stefan sighed, again, "I don't think they're Elijah's lackeys, but we should keep an eye on them."

Damon smiled, that I get what I want no matter what smile, "Assemble the scooby gang tomorrow morning... we'll go over the notes."

Stefan rolled his eyes and walked away, he was wise like that.

He dredged up the stairs feeling every sore muscle and aching bone in body, god he thought the human blood would solve this. Guess he still needs more.

As he is cursing his eternal existence, he hears his brother's voice, "You're sure that you didn't even get nipped by any of the werewolves right?"

Stefan lolls his head dramatically to look back at Damon, who continues, "Maybe the animal blood healed the bite faster, because it's from the same kingdom and the venom has already spread..."

Stefan just looks at him, as he climbs the stairs.

"Maybe they clawed you" Damon murmurs.

"Shut up Damon" Stefan replies.

To be continued...

Part 1 https://www.tumblr.com/daceofs/767433254878969856/untitled

#vampire diaries #stefan salvatore #defan #damon salvatore #delena #stelena #if you squint #mostly crack #desiblr #desi #tvd #season 2 #katherine pierce #elijah mikaelson #bonnie bennett #mystic falls

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z34l0t · 2 years ago

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“I’m Batman,” Michael Keaton declares in that old dramatic whisper, and the crowd goes wild all over again. Thirty-one years after the star of Tim Burton’s Batman and Batman Returns hung up the cape and cowl, he has donned them anew for another DC superhero spectacular. Keaton’s caped crusader, brought out of retirement via the reliable sci-fi magic of time travel, plays a supporting role in The Flash. But that hasn’t stopped Warner Bros. from making him central to the marketing with the iconic Bat symbol looming large on the poster and the trailers dominated by glimpses of the actor in his old battle garb, ritualistically uttering dialogue from a bygone era of comic-book movies. The roars of applause that greeted these scenes during coming attractions and advance screenings made it clear: Audiences have been dying to see Keaton back in black.

That excitement must be vindicating, on some level, for the star. Because it wasn’t always this way. If you could go back in time, Barry Allen style, to the fall of 1988 — during the lead-up to Batman’s historic release — you’d see some starkly different reactions to the idea of Keaton, of all actors, under the mask of comicdom’s most beloved vigilante. Back then, “I’m Batman” wasn’t guaranteed to earn cheers. Judging from the general response to the casting, it might have easily provoked an annoyed retort: “No, you’re not!”

When the news broke in 1988 that Keaton had nabbed the lead role in Burton’s expensive, buzzed-about adaptation, fans weren’t just perplexed. They were outraged. This was before the internet gave every enthusiast an easy way to log their disdain at the click of a button. To make their disapproval heard, they had to put pen to paper. Warner Bros. is said to have received some 50,000 letters complaining about Keaton’s casting. Signed petitions also made the rounds. So vehement was this analog write-in crusade that major publications covered the backlash as breaking news, filling columns with incensed quotes from the everyday Bat aficionado. The Wall Street Journal even devoted its front page to the controversy.

Part of the skepticism stemmed from Keaton’s physical suitability for the suit, or lack thereof — the ways that he did not fit the typical profile of an action hero, even in his youth. He was five-foot-ten with a medium build and what comic-book writer Beau Smith described in that Journal story as a “receding hairline and a less-than-heroic chin.” A couple years earlier, Frank Miller had made Batman look like Clint Eastwood in his dazzling, dystopian graphic novel The Dark Knight Returns. Keaton, to put it mildly, struck a less imposing figure, especially compared to the more seemingly apropos stars, like Harrison Ford and Mel Gibson, who were bothin consideration for the role before Burton and his producers settled on their unlikely leading man.

But it wasn’t just that Keaton didn’t look the part. His sensibility seemed, to the average fan, all wrong for the caped crusader. It was the actor’s dramatic departure in the same year’s addiction drama Clean and Sober that allegedly won him the role — and won over an in-house skeptic, producer Michael Uslan. But audiences at that point knew Keaton primarily for his work in comedies like Mr. Mom and Burton’s previous movie, Beetlejuice, in which the star played the title role of a prankster apparition much closer in anarchic spirit to Batman’s archnemesis, the Joker. How was this cutup going to convince as a creature of the night, striking fear in the heart of hoodlums?

Concealed behind these complaints, like a secret identity protected by a mask, was the real insecurity that Keaton’s casting stoked. Putting a comic actor in the dark rubber duds seemed to hint that Burton would be taking a derisively parodic approach to Batman, playing him for laughs. Keaton had to shoulder the legacy of a fanbase’s lingering resentment toward what was then the most popular of Batman adaptations, the eternally campy ’60s Adam West TV series that drained every drop of menace and danger from the mythos. Acclaimed ’80s story lines like Miller’s and the disturbing Alan Moore one-shot The Killing Joke had reclaimed the superhero’s gravity, rescuing him from the frivolity of his previous live-action iteration. The concern was that Burton planned to walk that image rehabilitation back.

Such worries would prove unwarranted. Burton may not have been much of a comic-book fan, traditionally speaking, but his vision for Batman was much closer in spirit to The Dark Knight Rises than it was to West’s divisive tenure in the tights. Perhaps that’s one reason fans came around to Keaton. Or maybe they just needed to actually see him in costume and in action. An early press still, showing off the cumbersome but cosmetically appealing Batsuit, is sometimes credited for turning the tide and assuaging some fears. So, too, is the film’s oddly music-free first teaser, a collection of shots and lines from the movie — including “I’m Batman” — that went a long way toward convincing people that Burton wasn’t going to reduce Batman to a “wham-pow” joke again, and that he had operatic aims.

The irony of fans changing their mind about Keaton is that he did, in a sense, end up bringing a comic element to Batman, or at least to his alter ego, the wealthy orphan with the secret nightlife, Bruce Wayne. The actor looks dashing enough in a tuxedo, wandering Wayne Manor during a charity gala. But from the moment Keaton opens his mouth, he’s doing a certain eccentric shtick, playing Wayne not as a suave playboy but a fidgety neurotic whose immense, sheltering privilege has left him a little socially inept. Keaton, in other words, makes Wayne a rather likable weirdo — one of Burton’s signature sympathetic misfits. “You’re not exactly normal, are you?” asks love interest Vicki Vale, which puts a fine point on it.

Batman and Burton’s weirder, nastier, superior sequel find light humor in a rich aristocrat trying to balance his life in the public eye with his crime-fighting duty. In the first film, we get amusing scenes like the first date between Wayne and Vale, sitting awkwardly down for dinner on opposite sides of a long table in a room he claims he’s never entered before. Later, Keaton stammers through his attempt to explain who he really is, silently mouthing that same classic line when Vicki’s back is turned — a classic bit of screwball. Returns sidelines Wayne more, cutting his screen time in favor of the flamboyant villains. At the same time, the sequel would allow Keaton more room to be amusingly flustered, navigating a classic rom-com subplot in which Wayne and Michelle Pfeiffer’s Selina Kyle, a.k.a. Catwoman, tiptoe into a fledgling courtship while trading blows on rooftops.

There’s even a slight comedic quality to Keaton’s Batman. As much as Burton succeeded in framing him like a real threat, an almost vampiric force of ungodly vengeance in striking silhouette, he also found the faint humor in the superhero’s taciturn nature — through droll stares, silent reaction shots, and Keaton’s impeccable deadpan timing, somehow only enhanced by the stiff costume the actor had to endure for days on end. He’s borderline Chaplin-esque at times, a straight man at others; there’s comic tension in the discrepancy between his poker-faced stoicism and the theatrical capering of Jack Nicholson, Danny DeVito, and their clowning, back-flipping goons.

What Keaton really brought to the part, though, was a human dimension. This is what the filmmakers saw in him. “The image of Batman is a big male model type, but I wanted a guy who’s a real person who happens to put on this weird armor,” producer Jon Peters told the New York Times. Burton shared his vision, hoping for a star who could make dressing up like a winged beast look like a convincing psychological choice, not a merely juvenile one. That’s something a Hollywood he-man like Arnold Schwarzenegger, one of the actors floated by disappointed fans ahead of Batman’s release, could have never delivered. And in a real way, Keaton laid the groundwork for the stars that took up the mantle after him, setting the live-action precedent of emphasizing the man as much as the Bat— of playing Bruce Wayne like a tortured soul, vanquishing his demons through psychodramatic cosplay.

Of course, the premature hate for Keaton’s casting would prove influential as well. Plenty of the actor’s successors in the role have faced their own gauntlet of initial doubt and disdain, only to be embraced once fans actually, well, saw the movies they appeared in. Our most recent Batmen, Ben Affleck and Robert Pattinson, both took their social-media licks. Louder still was the uproar over the casting of Heath Ledger as the Joker — a retrospectively boneheaded conniption fit with unmistakable undertones of homophobia, given Ledger’s Oscar-nominated performance in Brokeback Mountain a few years earlier. In fact, if there’s a through-line in these instances of fan chilliness, it’s a masculine paranoia. Wasn’t that the big issue with Keaton all along, that he wasn’t macho enough?

That the Bat-faithful would come to accept him in the role — and eventually, loudly bellow for his return — suggests that fans don’t always really know what they want. They had to see the star in action to understand why he ultimately made sense as their adolescent hero, wiry energy and thinning hair and modest stature aside. Maybe there’s a lesson here in not kowtowing to the diehards in advance. Give them what they don’t know they want, and they might end up clamoring for it still, three decades later.

#A. A. Dowd #vulture #michael keaton

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be0mcore · 3 years ago

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hello could I ask you for a reaction to txt when his crush calls bro 🫶🏻 please?

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ txt reaction to their crush calling them 'bro'

notes: hi anon! this was super fun to write. hope u enjoy!! <3

genre: fluff, crack, slight angst

tw: none

❥˗ˏˋyeonjun ´ˎ˗

◦ oh, this sneaky mf. bro??? that's all he was to you??? a 'bro'??? he immediately tackles you to the ground, tickling you while exclaiming 'bro, huh? where the hell did you learn that from?'. besides, two can absolutely play at that game. instead of calling you 'bro' back, he decides to call you sweet pet names to make you just as flustered as you make him. will start calling you sweetheart, darling, prince/ss, beautiful, etc. anything to make you realise that you're not just a 'bro' to him.

❥˗ˏˋsoobin ´ˎ˗

◦ soobin.exe has stopped working. mans is absolutely perplexed. he honestly does a double take, and just sits there processing what you just said. you guys were getting so close recently, he completely forgot that you only saw him as a friend. he pouts his lips as tears start forming, and plays with the hem of his jumper to distract himself. he does find you extremely adorable, so he starts smiling at the randomness of it, but deep down is disappointed at the unrequited feeling.

❥˗ˏˋbeomgyu´ˎ˗

◦ his reaction is honestly a mix of yeonjun and soobin's. just like yeonjun, he will waste zero time in teasing you about it. but instead of using pet names, he starts calling you 'bro' back while putting on a fake 'alpha-male' accent y'all know the one. 'sure thing, bro' 'you want a glass of water, bro?' 'hey bro, did you wanna watch a movie bro?'. he keeps going until you hit him out of annoyance. however, just like soobin, he's using the jokes and laughter to cover up his sadness at the realisation that you may have just friendzoned him :(

❥˗ˏˋtaehyun´ˎ˗

◦ tae, like usual, gives absolutely zero reaction. like nothing. just sits there and acts as if you calling him bro is a regular occurence which happens all the time and is definitely not something out of the ordinary. meanwhile, his heart is pounding so hard he thinks it might fall out of his chest, but he remains composed. so to annoy him, you do it again. and again. and again. you honestly think about giving up until taehyun sighs heavily and asks 'what is it, bro?'. you definitely didn't expect him to play along, and taehyun sits there smirking, knowing he just beat you at your own game.

❥˗ˏˋkai´ˎ˗

◦ 'bro?? who's bro??' this man asks the audacity, completely unaware of what you were doing. he honestly thinks you're talking to someone else, until he sees your eyes locked on his. and then it clicks. 'ohhh... i'm the bro...'. and you're just sitting there like yah ur my bro why wouldn't you be?? and he just goes red and stutters a quiet 'nothing no reason' before going back to what you were doing. kai was acting weird and it was, dare i say it, kinda sus tho

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mrspritestories · 2 years ago

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Silly Screenshots (Mordeson)

A little experiment involving a oneshot plus screenshots.

Enjoy!

Rigby yawned for the third time in the past four minutes, as his eyes were locked on his phone, checking out social media to pass the time.

Unexpectedly, he was caught off guard, hearing someone wheezing nonstop. It culminated with him twisting his head, catching a glimpse of his best bud who conveyed a radiant smile.

Mordecai sat down next to him, firmly grasping his phone. "Dude! Like holy shit! You wanna see what I'm about to send Ben~?".

"Uhh~!". That directly got his attention as he tossed his phone aside, and scooted closer to his bud while looking down at his phone. "Yes!! Tell me, tell m-". He halted his excitement in favor of releasing a gasp at what his eyes were being witnessed to.

"Nooooooo". He conveyed, shaking his head and staring at his friend with fear in his eyes. "Naaaah, bruh. Don't do it! I get you two are weirdly gay and gross but don't push your luck, man! You keep saying he gives you a tougher time when you're off work, so... you might not even survive!!".

Mordecai rolled with eyes with a nonchalant smile on his beak. "Tsk! You're overreacting, dude! How bad can this frankly be~?".

"Wait, what?? DON'T-".

«Click»

“Y-You... You actually sent it...”. He said in astonishment before his eyes sparkled. “You absolute madman, man... That was fucking epic~!”. He grinned brightly looking back at his friend. “So... What kind of funeral you thinking of?”.

“Mm... I was thinking of balloons and playing Phil Collins jams nonstop for the next twelve hours...". He shrugged. "Why do you ask?”.

“Pff~! You ain’t breathing in this world for long, bruh! Might as well be prepared for the worst!”.

“Oh, really~? Do you believe that~?”.

Rigby blinked. “Umm... duh! Why wouldn’t I be right-”.

«Ding»

The two were quick to look at the phone, only for Rigby’s eyes to inflate.

“What the fuck?! He said yes???”. He exclaimed gripping the tuft of fur hair above his head. “HOW?! Bro, I don’t know how you did it... but you somehow managed to officially break Benson! Like... I don’t know if I should be proud or... terrified of you”.

The blue jay put up his hand, showcasing his palm at his friend. “Ah-ah~ Don’t react so soon, dude. This is just the beginning~”.

Rigby raised an eyebrow, but before he could make a retort, another notification popped into the jay’s phone.

While the racoon was observing this in perplexity, the tall bird was already laughing in hysteria.

And watching his behavior led Rigby to shrug. “Wow...”. He expressed, almost impressed. “He really wants it... like... real bad. Like, holy shit”.

“Nah~! It’s not over yet, dude~! Watch~!”.

«Ding»

On that note, the two began roaring in laughter holding onto the couch for dear life.

“W-What the fuck~?! Ahahah~!! Dude, what did you do~??”.

“Ahahah~!!”. He tried to de-stress, but his body was vibrating with such joy. “B-Bro, I messed around with Benson’s settings! I made it so whenever he says no, it automatically autocorrects to yes!! Ahahah~!”.

“WHaAaaaaaAAAAAt~?! That’s fucking hilarious!!”.

The two continued to snicker like idiots before eventually decompressing, leaning their backs on the couch.

Very satisfied.

“Awww, man~ That was funny~! Made my day!”. He grinned, as the two fist bumped.

“Ahaha~! Same, bro~! Same~!”.

Mordecai peeked down at his phone, as he commenced typing a message.

«Ding»

“Pfff~ Love ya too, babe~!”.

#regular show #mordeson #fanfiction #fanfic #??? kinda #just experimenting #shoutout to my friend for showing me this msg fake app #had fun #stupid little story #oneshot #fun writing #mrspritestories

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butterfliesinmyguts · 4 years ago

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rest easy

summary: you save guts

warning: blood and violence( its berserk), virgin reader, angst, and smut

your days were spent alone, only few a visitors pass by your cottage mostly lost travelers. you tended to your farm, horse, and went into the village every once in a while to gather supplies but it was unsafe now and days. you couldn’t ever get visitors.

on this night, you were heading back from the village deciding to take a short cut threw the forest as the rain started to slowly fall. your boots helped against the mud and you applaud yourself for not wearing a dress. pulling your hood over you head your pressed on, as the rain pour even more.

thunder clapped along the sky and it was getting a little harder to see the trail. stop for a second you leaned brush the mud of the rocks to see it was straight for here to your cottage.

wiping off the mud on a branch, while your ears filled with a loud roar. your eyes widen, as your feet dragged you towards it. groans and loud cracking echo there the forest. maybe someone hurt, something clicked in you. who ever it was they need help.

“ who goes there!” you shouted, a sorry attempt to place fear in the sound you feared.

“ ugrhhhhhhhh!” the creature howled, your body frozen in pure terror. the things body was blob with a a abnormal human body attach like .. like it was it face but the eyes were above the body, I grew nauseous.

the tall creature eyes were fixed on a wounded man who was on laying against the dirt “ silly of you to think you could win!” his hand pressed on his lower stomach, looking at the mans face he had no far just a blank expression with blood and dirt covering his tight chin.

as the creature slowly approached him- i thought quickly- I had to do something , I couldn’t just stand by and watch this happen. bending down patting the soggy ground not letting my eyes of the monster as my fingers tips grabbed a hand full of rocks. I knew for sure if chucked the matter at the dam thing and stayed where I was creature it quickly find me in tear me apart, I had to be smart about this.

the man body was inches away from a large tree, if I could throw the rocks and make it over there before the rocks hit the creature body i could survive. convenicing myself I watched the man turn looking over at this huge blade his face contorted yet focus on the object- what is hold did that have to him?

as the creature stood closer to him - your hand fling the rocks at the things whist your feet twisted to keep from slip it lead you to make a break behind the tree and then infront of the man. “ are you okay?” drop your knees to the wet ground your eyes wondered the mans body as he looked surprised at your presences, the man was handsome to say the least, he would have saw the warm tint of cheeks if it wasn’t for the cold rain.

my questions were answers his palm lifted slightly of the wound to display blood. he had a deep gush, pushing back his hand applied pressure again as I turned.

a loud screech rumble through the forest followed by thunder as the creature turned in angry crawling towards were I just left trying to find out we’re the rocks came from- he tore through the trees- I eyeballed the thing. that could of be you. the monster was extremely strong, this would be your only time to put it down.

the man notice you as cover his body was yours, the smell of blood and sweat made way through your norstils as his filled with lavender and mint, the man behind whined in pain as he tried pushing himself up guts knew he had to do. you rejected his actions slowly pushing him down but his shoulders. the man watched you perplexed, what is she doing?“ I’ll protect you I promise...” his eyes widen as your trembling begun searching around as you found a long sword the he was looking at it.

weakly you stood up with the sword in hand, stepping back you sunk you heel in the ground pulling the blade up. you grunted as result, finally getting a good grip you aimmed behind the creature as he still tore. the man watched you in awh as he question who you are, you had to be lms of the kingdom swordsman but he hadn’t seen you before.

the heavy sword pulling you down, but you refused to let you go. the man cough concern you leading to the turning of your head“ please I ...” sniffing he picked his head up “ I’ve got this run fast..” shaking your head no at the man. You had to protect him, that was what you said you had to stay true to your word.

finally your arms got used to the weight blade, You knew it wouldn’t be long before your muscle give out so you aimmed toward the distracted creature. “ AHHHH” you cried charging toward the thing who finally turning to you but it was too late.

stabbing the creature, “ you bitch!” it spat at you, cover your body with blood in. throwing your head back in disgust you shoved the blade all the way through letting go finally killing the thing as you fell on your knees to the ground.

turning to the man, he was stunned, pushing his body against the tree to push himself up. he was surprise that you could even lift his sword but killing the dam thing! out of the question.

picking herself up of the ground, he watched her run towards him. the women was beautiful, her shirt ripped and her face covered in dripping blood- but still wore the look of worry on her face. “ let me help you, my home is just this way...” nodding she allowed him to leaned my body against hers.

“wait...” guts breathe as he bent down pulling the blade with ease out of the creatures body placing the sword on his back.

leaning against the woman he realized he hasn’t even said his name, “guts..” his deep voice vibrated. you looked up towards the man, “ my name is guts, yours?” he claimed as you both finally step into a clearing leaving the dark forest. the women lead guts toward her home replying with “y/n, it’s nice to meet you.” the rain finally slowly down only drizzling on the top of you.

walking through the opening of glossy grass a small cottage was pointed out by the bright moonlight. “thank you for that..”

“ that? I saved your ass..” guts hands held her sides letting a nice squeeze to them almost making her laugh. “ thank you for saving my ass”

you were extremely proud of yourself, when you were younger your brothers taught you how to wield a sword and fight to defend yourself.

leading guts in you, you placed him on the ground on one of the rugs you just finished. now it’ll be covered in blood but you had no worries about that. getting up you ran to the outside getting a bucket of water and placing it on the fire place. grabbing your clothes and sewing kit.

guts groaned a bit, as he discarded his armor. rushing to his side you begun to clean him off and sewing him up. guts watched you tend to his wounds, you made sure to take care of injured spot.

he knew there was only so much you could do but he’d appreciated everything you did. finish your sewing, you patted him off with the warm towel. y/n knew one of his ribs were at least cracked due to the bruising, but guts still moved around like it was nothing lifting him self up and everything. this told you that it wasn’t his first time fight against something like this.

“ thank you...” nodding standing up stretching your limbs. turning you looked out your window the rain finally stop, but you finally saw your reflection of dirt and dried blood on you body. you need to clean yourself, “ you can lay your head here tonight...” a smirked played on his lips, realizing how forward and a bit inappropriate that sounded you stumbled saying“ o..oh only if you like” guts rose towering over you, finally getting a good look at him. his was extremely ripped, raven colored hair laid against his scalp and presence made you feel like a was a teenage girl with a crush. guts was nothing but handsome.

you didn’t realize his stare towards you as your eyes wonder his body, you stumbled backwards tripping over bunched up rug. Guts didn’t let you let you fall, as you as met his watching him warp his arms around you- hands planted flat against your back . the corners of his mouth quirked up as his eyes instantly fell to your lips, “ don’t fall” he murmured. breathing out, you pulled back nodding and apologizing.

Guts smiled at the fact that he made your this flustered, you turned grabbing a towel. “ I’m going to bathe, I’ll make you one too... please ea-t your welcome to anything...”

you wondered off, as he dropped his things, looking around your cottage it was full of greerny, candles all around lit the room but the large arch window allow the moonlight to shine in, and your bedroom was on top of garret with only could be reached by a ladder.

you had rugs over the wooden floor and paintings that covering the wall with some unfinished, is this how you made your money? leaning on the window seal he saw your crops. how could so much be done by one person, and from the looks of it she lives all alone. turning he say a sliver man armor in the corner, mhm maybe she doesn’t.

after eating most of your bread and fruit you had out- gut heard you called out and told him the bathe was filled again letting him know you were all done. you opposed no threat, not one at all. you laid your life down for him, it made him fair you even than your stunning looks. he felt comfortable around you-you risk your life for him.

guts watched from the door frames as you tended to your night gown in the mirror, you looked beautiful.

“I’m here..” guts broed body stepped into the wash room- you had on a dress with a loose corset bra on, you skin was glowing in the candle lit room. “already for ya...” you watched as guts go towards the bath as the steam from the bath covered the room, pulling down his pants down you turned your body. does this man have no shame? closing your eyes you hand gripped the door knob, “my apologies, I’ll leave y-“

quickly silencing her guts look behind him to you, “ I’ll need help, do ya mind?” he watch you slowly opening your eyes to him, you quickly nodded. making your way to find a small towel and pulled the stool behind him.

guts placed his feet in the wooden tub trying to get used to the warm water as he slowly set, you turned away you waited until his lower was in the water as guts let out a sigh.

your eyes studied his scar fulled back. your fingers tips traced them, getting lost in them it was almost like a puzzle. guts felt your innocent touches and relaxed, letting his head fell between his shoulders. “ so is there another bed?” shaking your head gaining focus again grabbing the towel, “ no, I stay alone I hope you don’t mind sharing..” your heart skipped a beat at the thought of the warm feeling of other by your side. “no I was confused on if you laid alone...”

blushing a bit you, started washing back and then turning to face him to wash his chest with warm towel. guts observed you again as focus deeply on your task at hand. biting your lips you spoke again “ my brother died two winters ago, so I keep to myself..”

that answer his question, “ I’m sorry fo-“ her finger hushed him while she placed the on his lips, “ don’t apologize...” you said seriously- all guts could do nodded, as she started at his neck with the cloth. “you just getting to know me, what about you? “

guts felt warm, staring at you he spoke with a “complicated “ looking at him for a moment until you could help but to bust out in laughter. guts rolled his eyes, “what?” you sighed, “ you were so serious you just look a little funny”

guts watched her giggled to herself, at least she didn’t beg on. compared to others she’s seen way more, and she’s calm. y/n is laughing, watching her eyes closed and she talked about how she planned on cleaning the blood stained rug and went on about the monster outside and how heavy my sword was. “ you know I could have saved myself?” guts looked up, making her roll her eyes. “ then clean your own body baby..” she sit up beginning to walked away.

“Ah!” guts gasped as you turned back to him in worry, “did a cut open?”she leaned in and earned as splash of water on her, “ hey!” she questioned guts, “ you just looked funny”

after guts finished you give him some dry clothes with a cup of tea. you give him an explanation about the crops, “I wake up everyday at five in the morning...” that was crazy to him. you guys climbed up into you bed, guts set up looking out the window.

resting your head on the pillow you watched him. guts was tense, like he was worried. reach out for his hand he flinched. confirming your thoughts, his eyes watched you as your hand pulled him down to you. “ I promise your safe here...”

guts watched you, letting his head finally rest. after what it felt like years. eyes watching you, brush his hair from his eyes. “ you don’t have to worry..” giving him a hazy smile. guts heart throbbed pulling you into him.

for a moment you let your eyes fall and pressed deeper into him. savoring this moment, chest pressed together guts felt your heartbeat. it was a slow thump, letting him know you were relaxed. his hand smoothed along your curves petting you.

you body buzzed, while your palms instinctively went behind his neck. grabbing your waist he pulled you closer to him, I moan slipped pass you lips. you’ve never had this happen, guts watched you as his hips grinded against yours. your eye closed and mouth ajar along his lips in pure pleasure that you’ve never felt before. thinking of the times you rocked against your pillow, having his hands and the musk of him around your was completely different. guts lips touch your cheek as you quickly pulled back.

guts confused and extremely turned on by the sounds you made in his ear- glazed at your in worry. “ I’m sorrry..” you mumbled holding yourself, you felt almost embarrassed and weak. you haven’t been-

“ no one ever made me feel like this before..” looking guts eye widen.“ it’s your first time?” he asked you, you didn’t want to answer but guts could see in your movements, your were awkwardly nervous, and your corset squeeze against your chest due to your tight breathe.

guts eyes darted to your bust, licking his lips. He thought about this situation in front of him, slowly guts arms found your hips pulling you on top of him.

your hands laid flat again this chest looking down, you didn’t know how to feel nor what to do. guts stared watching your lips quiver, his fingers worked on your the strings on your back with eventually let your top fall.

his hands discarded it as he planted soft kisses on your skin. leading up to your lips, starting off soft you two made out until you craved more. lifting your hips up and sitting them down on his.

guts large hands reached under your dress to your bare soft thighs. squeezing them you bounced, pulling away to look down. “ I wanna- ah- watch ” your hands swiftly bunched up your skirt at your waist making guts smile. As his this slowly brushed past your heat, “ that fe-ahh so good” you moaned resting your head on his shoulder.

guts cock throb, stunned from the words that just left your mouth. pushing deeper gut thumb became cover in your juices, you were dripping for him. “ oh guts!” you moaned into his ear, his thumb continue to move against your ball of nerves as his finger starting pushing against your opening.

gasping your pulled back a little, guts hand kept you still and held you there. you never felt that pressure before and it sting a little, “ sorry it just came as a surprise..” guts nodded, pressing is lips against yours again, His thumb so moved against you as your lips molded together- he pulled back breathless “ we don’t have rush okay?”

desperate for his lips again you moved again them, nodding not even needing to convince yourself. guts slowly pushed his finger inside you, hearing the slick sounds as he twist and turn his finger made it hard to go move against his finger. a loud moan left lips, while you held on top him tight.

you never wanted this to stop, laying you down softly as his hand on your back went to soothe the warmth on your cheeks, you were expose to him.

guts took your beautiful body in, as his hands showed appreciation to every part of your body. his lips kisses you stomach and then your hips. making his way to your breast that he knead, earning a moan from him, squeezing your legs against his body he felt his member jump.

guts faced you, “ this is an honor...” kissing you again, you feel him pushing into you. your lips part opening up more as he sucked on your bottom lip. his large hands held you thighs as the burning slowly went away, as guts groaned started to rock move his waist as yours.

You gasped in astonishment pawing at guts back. guts drive into you, your left perfect around him. your pussy hugged him tighter than ever, begging - pleading for more of him.

his was in a complete trance by y/n, your moans were music to his ears “ oh guts!” only pressed him to want more of you.

you had mixed emotions, you told yourself that you would never marry off to keep your family name. So expected to never have this intimate moment with anyone, to never experience this moment . but now that you are it felt so right and you never wanted to stop.

“ holy shit your tight..” lips roughly pressed at your skin, you were in heaven. your body felt so good, placing your hands on his sides you dug your nails in pleading for him to go faster.

“ ugh! “ your legs wrapped around his body pulling him deeper inside of you awakening a bundle of ecstasy. guts saw you were a messy, words left your mouth in pants as you body shaked. flickering down to his cock he saw you milking him, you were experiencing your first orgasm and it was all from him.

lips falling on your neck, he drove deeper insane you wanting more as your hands gripped his hair. “ oh god!” you were in a frenzy, a guts frenzy.

pulling back guts watch you release for him, his hands clenched the sheet to hold his in. the site of you, was just enough for him.

as soon as you notice guts stop his movements you hips rode against earning a deep sigh from him. “ more!” you cried, guts gocked letting his head fall, as you pushed him deeper. You were so desperate for him, you were intoxicated by him. kissing him more your felt a spark, tingle your lips as guts pulled away groaning.

“ahh y/n fuck!” guts cried releasing inside you as he buried his inside you making you whimper in his ear, hold his head in your arms. guts screwed up his face, thrust more inside you. his cum all going deeper in you, as your pushed his hair out of his face.

kissing you deeper, you both felt enchanted by each other by each other, panting into each other guts gazed at you telling you that your amazing making you feel all warm inside.

laying his head on your bare chest he fell into a deep well needed sleep. your fingers ran through his hair as you replayed the recently events.

as the morning came you routine begun, guts still sound asleep- well not sound you could hear his snores even as you tended to your crop. you took it upon yourself to pack him fruits and berries in around cloth that smelt just like you.

fixing yourself, you changed into a dress passing your ankles. your corset tight, as you heard a stir. looking up upon your loft guts body was cleaved, his abs laided tight on his chest as he rubbed his eyes sleepily. looking down on your he almost gasped, you were breath taking as you smiled at him.

you were glowing, slowly climbing up the ladder Sitting on your knees in front of him. “good morning sleeping beauty..” chuckling he connected your lips, as your hand placed on his shoulder pulling of with a smile.

guts fingers found your hair twirling around his fingers, “ when do you plan on heading off?” guts smirked placing his hand behind your neck using his thumb to rub your temple. his lips take hold of you again while you threw you on top of him.

your lips dancing together as you playful caressed his body. guts hips pushed against you making you pulling back to lean up. “ what are you doing?” his snaked up to your hips as he slowly brushed his cock against you. eyes fluttering as you whimpered. guts smiled, flipping you over so he was on top. placing your hands on his chest, your face turned to the side.

did I do something wrong, guts eyebrow quirked as he turned down. “ we can’t do this right now, we gotta get you all packed..” as you continued to rumble you tried to ignore how guts kissed trail lower and lower down your body- his hands push your dress up as he placed a kiss on your heat. “so much to d - ah guts !”

after loud screams and heavy rocking for half of the day guts smiled at you, lips parted and eyes closed. brushing your cheeks he was enchanted by you.

guts had to get back, it’s been weeks since he’s been home. come to think of it, he’s never seen this place. a clear meadow and even this cottage, he always takes this way home. plus why didn’t anything attack this place last night? that was the first quiet night guts. you eyes opened, smile beaming at him.

“ let’s get you going before sunset..” nodding slowly while she peck his lips and stood up to fix herself. guts found his items neatly cleans and organized, while he dressed himself you handed him a bag with food.

he sighed grabbing his things walking with him in silence until you reach the middle of your meadow. turning to you guys frown a bit. hand on his cheek you smiled towards him, “ don’t forget about me..” shaking his head no, never. you nodded in response.

“ thank you, I owe you one..”

“you owe me a lot...” guts smirked played along his rough face, “ I’m in debt eternally...” the wind swayed the grass along both of your feet’s. it was finally quiet for once. guts two fingers hooked under your chin pulling your closer.

his face studied yours, he found you almost angelic. guts couldn’t believe he just had stumbled upon something so mesmerizing. pressing his lips against yours one last time, pulling away leaving you purely enchanted.

guts swore he’d come back to you but when he came back he couldn’t find you. guts found the clearing, but there was no cottage not crops no trace of nothing like it was never there- like she was never there.

author notes:

I just started berserk and I’m falling deeply in love with the it.

* proofing reading in progress *

#berserk #gutsxreader #berserk smut #berserk imagine #berserk icons #gutssmut

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encantosimpshey · 3 years ago

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𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓸𝓸

A dark shadow strode in the room as the door behind closed with a soft click.

The figure sitting on the bed didn't shift. "What do you want, Carlos?"

The shadow chuckled at the other's cold tone. "Can't I visit my baby brother?" He opened the lights in the room.

The man on the bed turned to him, his green eyes flashing, "you're only 2 minutes older."

Emerald clashed with emerald as they stared at each other down.

Surprisingly, Carlos broke it off first, shrugging his shoulders and inviting himself to take a seat as his twin was kind enough not to.

"I have a favor to ask." He spat out. Carlos had practiced this many times so he would actually say those words in a civil way and not have to beat his twin to submission. It would be bad if they get found out after all.

At his words, Camilo couldn't help but get appalled and suspicious. His twin? Asking for his help? Wha- Has he been possessed?

Camilo narrowed his eyes, "who are you?"

"Me? I'm the better, elder twin, of course." Carlos smoothly replied, not even looking at him.

Camilo didn't budge, already used to his brother's prideful remarks. "If you're the better twin then why are you asking for help?"

He watched as the other bristled in irritation before taking a deep breath.

"How do you feel about Princess Eliana?" Carlos restarted, making Camilo more confused. Carlos had never been formal with Princess Eliana so why now?

"What?"

Carlos threw his brother a bemused look, "did you hear what I said or do I have to make it so loud the entire castle will hear my question and be curious of your answer?"

The other exhaled in frustration. "Why would I tell you? So you can tell her? You already know anyway."

Carlos stared at him with a dead expression. "Enlighten me."

Camilo stared back at him with a perplexed look, like a confused puppy. What is he trying to do?

"Go on. We don't have the whole night and my tiredness is quickly draining my patience for you."

Camilo shot him a look before flopping back down on his bed.

"Well, she's pretty... but she's not my type."

Carlos nodded to himself. He knew his twin was about to comment "pretty boring" but held himself. She was one clear evidence of their differences, with one finding her interesting while the other did not.

Carlos didn't blame Camilo though. He also thought Eliana was just some pretty, prissy princess at first. But he guesses fate favored him more, allowing him to push past Eliana's polite front and discover a colorful gem he was immediately drawn to.

Camilo was missing out, and Carlos hoped he will continue to be the blind, unappreciative man he was.

"Well then, baby bro, you better remember how you feel about her because I have a proposition." He smirked, leaning forward to rest his chin on his hand.

How can a man be a good guy that will catch the princess's eye?

By pretending to be good? By acting like the complete opposite of himself?

Nope!

Switching places with the good guy himself in order to woo her is the way to go. That's how he'll catch her eye and make her like him too.

Since Eliana liked Camilo, if he wooed her as Carlos, she would definitely fall for Carlos. All the real Carlos needed to do was prevent Camilo from falling for her or his whole plan can burn in hell.

Though it seems like that won't be a hard job since Camilo didn't like her in any way, especially since he's the polar opposite of Carlos.

It was only common sense.

"What's in it for me?" Camilo was now sitting up to fully stare at his brother.

Carlos closed his eyes, pretending to think. "If you do your part well for the next week, she'll stop 'bothering' you because she'd be bothering me. Not that I mind of course.... Do we have a deal?"

"No."

The other made a face, "what?"

"It's not fair how I have to do all the work just for Princess Eliana to leave me alone. She doesn't even talk to me a lot so what's the point?" Camilo explained, also closing his eyes for a second.

A smug smirk crawled on his face, "though I may think differently if you have a better bargain... say, your seconds?"

How Carlos wanted to punch his teeth in. Silence consumed the room before a gritted "fine" broke it.

Despite the smug smile on his lips, Camilo couldn't help but feel he had still lost the bargain. "It's a deal then."

chapter 3 coming soon ! click here to go back to table of contents !

#camilo x oc #carlos x oc #encanto #carlos madrigal #camilo madrigal #romance #royal au #fanfiction #pining #feelings #crush #a toast to the groom #x reader #camilo x reader #carlos x reader #switcheroo #chapter 2

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straw-of-the-hat · 4 years ago

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My favourite fanmade Lillian × Bakugou headcanon: Bakugou wears hair ties and scrunchies on his wrist (like a soft boyfriend) and no one knows why. Kirishima once found a box of colorful rubber hair bands in Bakugou's bag. Everyone is confused. Thoughts?

LilliKat: Hair ties

NOT EDITED DJJDJS RIP

-Kirishima is the first to notice. How could he not, really, when the band sticks out like such a sore thumb against Bakugo's usual brash attire. The sleeve of his dishevelled uniform is hiked up slightly as he writes, and the redhead gets a glimpse of a bright, neon blue hair tie.

-He stares at it for pretty much the rest of the day, trying to figure out whether or not he should ask about it. There's no way it's Katsuki's. He doesn't have enough hair to even think about tying it back into anything presentable. That leaves there to be no real explanation for the tie. No one in their friend group can really put their hair back aside from Sero, but the tape-user never does.

-Kirishima decides not to say anything. It's probably a coincidence, right? Maybe he saw it on the ground and just picked it up and didn't have a place for it. Maybe he was using it for something that wasn't related to hair. Kirishima didn't want to micro-analyze everything his explosive bro did. He'd only get a sharp glare and a snarl in return.

-See, this should've been the end of it. Especially seeing as a the blue band had vanished from his wrist by that evening. Kirishima felt oddly relieved that this unknown variable was missing. It came as a great shock when those feelings were dashed the very next day when he saw that Bakugo now had three bands on his wrist—one black, one bright pink, and the other a nauseating shade of sunflower yellow.

-It didn't make sense. Kirishima couldn't stop staring at them. What were they for? They seemed to vanish throughout the day. Where were they going? What was he doing with them? It made zero sense. Kirishima shouldn't have been bothered by something as small as hair ties, but this was Bakugo they were talking about. He never opened up about anything! And he was abrasive as they came. This new little quirk was confusing.

-The next few days proved that the bands wouldn't be vanishing anytime soon. They varied in number, sometimes as low as one or as high as six. They were always extremely bright, and they were almost always gone by the end of the day. Kirishima watched and tried his best to figure out where they were going. They seemed to dissolve into thin air. He'd look away one second and boom: one would be missing. It was infuriating.

-He probably could've just asked. It was a minor thing, after all. Hair ties! Bakugo surely wouldn't blow up over that. Kirishima didn't, though, because why would he? Instead he told his friends what he'd noticed and got them in on it too. Mina was the most excited. Kaminari just seemed vaguely amused, like maybe he knew something. Kirishima had tried to ask. The electric blonde would only ever shrug in response.

-None of them could figure out what was going on. For a few weeks, these bands persisted. They were always bright colors that didn't go with his personality at all. A few even had patterns like stripes or polka dots on them. Mina had spotted a few with tiny little flower beads on them!

-They were about to ask what the hell they were for when they reached a turning point. Because Bakugo walked in with not only three hair ties on his right wrist that morning, but a bright blue scrunchie with white flowers on it as well. The words died on their respective tongues. It stuck out like a sore thumb on his wrist.

-Bakugo didn't acknowledge it. It vanished sometime during the day too, the next day replaced by a glittery gold scrunchie and one that was a muted orange color. The other hair ties persisted in abundance as well. What were they for? Who did they belong to? Surely not him.

-Kaminari suggested that he was holding onto them for someone else, albeit hesitantly. He was brushed off. A mistake, because that made more sense then one would think. Of course the hair ties would be going to someone else. They just hadn't wanted to consider the thought because of how... Well, reclusive and mean Bakugo tended to be. Why would he care enough to hold onto hair ties?

-Answers came flying at them from the left field one day during hand to hand combat training. They were all dressed in their gym uniforms, chatting and waiting for the class to begin. Kirishima, Mina, and Sero were jabbering endlessly to Kaminari about the proper right hook whilst Bakugo slowly tried to drift away from the group. They followed without really realizing. Today, his wrist was particularly full of different bands and ties and scrunchies.

-Kirishima's attention was drawn when Lillian began to inch towards them, looking particularly nervous. Her eyes darted about, her fingers fiddling awkwardly. He didn't talk to Lillian much, but she was very manly, and surprisingly funny. She'd become pretty good friends with Kaminari recently. He was glad. He friend had been terrified of her before. For good reason, apparently. Mr. Aizawa's daughter? It's no wonder she was so scary!

-Mina turned with a smile, greeting her cheerfully. Bakugo's gaze snapped over, his brows rising. Lillian pursed her lips. Sero asked what she needed, smiling in a reassuring and welcoming sort of way. Lillian's hand came up to touch her hair, which was down and out of it's usual bun or ponytail. Immediately, gazed snapped to Bakugo.

-Kirishima hadn't thought he'd be willing to give up any of his hair ties for some reason. He was surprised when his explosive friend rolled his eyes and scoffed, beckoning her over with an inpatient hand. Lillian scurried over fearlessly, which was bold to say the least.

-And then things clicked into place, really. And Kirishima felt kind of dumb. Mostly surprised, but dumb too

-"How the fuck do you manage to lose so many of these?" Bakugo griped, his hands gathering up her wild hair expertly. He'd done this before. "You need one every two seconds. I'm not going to fucking supply them forever."

-"It's not like I asked you to. You just invited yourself in. You're lucky I let you touch my hair." Lillian accused. "You're the one who always has their hands on it anyway. Don't turn this around."

-Bakugo scoffed, but he was smiling. Kirishima stared. Mina and Sero did too. Kaminari didn't seemed surprised in the slightest.

-Bakugo put Lillian's hair up into a perfect bun with careful hands, doing his best not to pull. Lillian flipped around and gave him a quick hug afterwards, spewing thank yous as she ran back towards her group of friends— and her father, who didn't look happy. Bakugo grinned after her, ignoring the stares of his friends.

-Kirishima was speechless. Totally speechless. Lillian came over twice during training, her hair down and dishevelled, looking lost. Bakugo would stop whatever he was doing without falter to help, always grinning at her and carding his fingers through her hair. Mina would always gawk. Sero didn't seem necessarily scared: just perplexed.

-Aizawa came over at some point and told Bakugo to stay away from his kid. He barked out a laugh and told him to just try separating them.

-Things made more sense now. An absurd type, but sense nonetheless.

#bnha #fanfic #mha #my hero academia #bnha bakugou #bakugo x oc #bnha oc

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tendous-socks · 4 years ago

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- here’s a drabble i wrote in the car on the way to drop my mom off at the airport 😎

angst- ( hopefully) it’s nothing but pure angst😈

bro i can just imagine how heart broken mitsuya would be when you tell him you don’t want kids.

he was confused, perplexed even as you fiddled with your hands.

“b but you love mana and luna and you’re really good with them… i just thought “

you nodded as you smiled a bit at him “ mitsuya… i do love them, like they’re my own children but i don’t feel like i’d be a good parent “

his mouth gawks as you continue “ but i don’t know what i want now, i don’t know if i have the commitment to children, to give up 18 years of my life for them when i can be spending it with maybe you, traveling and relaxing. well yeah i know that you could have memories with kids and have all this wonderful blessing and some things you’d rather forget…”

you sighed, massaging your temple as your heart continued beating out of your chest, no doubt of mitsuya hearing it from the other couch due from the thick atmosphere. you couldn’t look at him.

“ but i don’t think i can do diapers, or those 5 pm parent teacher conferences, or 4 pm drop offs and sacrifice my life for them… i’m too selfish for that hone… mitsuya “

you knew this was a huge ball to drop, knowing mitsuya’s dream of having a family- of having a number of kids he could take care of, to cherish and love with you.

with you.

finally looking up again to meet his eyes, you could just feel the betrayed look as his eyes, oh his beautiful blue eyes searched yours frantically looking for- begging for a lie somewhere in yours.

“ i don’t i don’t understand, i thought that we had a plan. that we both agreed “

“ but we didn’t “ you pleaded softly, hand twitching to grab his, desperate to try and comfort the distressed male.

you wanted to argue with him, say that maybe in a bit of time you you’ll be ready for him. for a family

but you couldn’t lie to him anymore, you couldn’t string along the feeble promise of kids in the future. because he would wait-

no matter of tortuous it was to see him look at baby clothes catalogues or try making baby clothes-

a part of you died knowing that you didn’t- couldn’t give that to him.

he was deathly still. a cocktail of emotion swirling thunderously over his face as his intertwined hands covered his mouth.

“ we could wait for when “

“ no mitsuya “

“… if you don’t want to give birth we we could always adopt “

“mitsuya “

“ or we can even get a surrogate and just “

“mitsuya “

“ or if you’re adair’s of being a bad parent we could always go to classes, and i i maybe i could take care of the diapers and night wake ups and “

“MITSUYA PLEASE”

his head shot up as he felt you hands grip his softly.

“ please…” you trailed slowly loosening your grip. your fingers trailing over his lightly as you let go of him.

he was quiet again. a thought a second as he raked his brain for something- for some loop hole as his pleads were stopped and hope diminishing as you held your place.

“… i don’t think we can work mitsuya…”

“ don’t say that y/n please”

“ mitsuya listen! listen”

you took a deep breath as you fidgeted into the couch, not finding a much better position to sit in as you stomach fluttered like monarchs and you jaw tingled with tv fuzz.

“ i don’t want to do this- i really don’t because i love you with all my heart- with my entire being. i love waking up to you, love walking in the park with you, movie nights, date nights, our nights. they’re all magically- youre! magically mitsuya…”

you fiddled with your ring finger. “ you’re my soul mate. but i can’t lead you on with this. promising heaven wi hich i don’t know i can’t provide. you holding onto a dream i don’t think i’m apart of… luna and mana. i love them so much. i do! they’re my girls. our girls. “

the room dampened as you continued to squeeze his heart like a vice. his dream- your future together shattering like a porcelain as your words began mushing together in sloppy ball of mud, as the more you talked the larger it got.

he couldn’t breathe.

“ i i i don’t know mitsuya, i’m just really confused right now, and i know from your little signs that you want them in the near future since we’re both 27 and all but i just… i don’t think i can handle it and i don’t think it’s me “

“ it’s fine. “

… what?

“ mitsuya wha”

“ i said it’s fine “ he smiled.

“ no no you’re doing it again, mitsuya please tell me “

“ i i have to go and think to uhm to uhm think about this and i don’t know i just need a minute”

feet drenched in glue and legs made of raspberry jelly, he made his way to your shared bed room as you sat in the couch, hunched over as your hands cradled your head.

you couldn’t think.

and almost like gun fire to start a race, once you heard the dull ‘ click ‘ of the door, you gripped your hair as your breath hitched from holding it for too long.

your marathon starting as fingers trembled and eyes strained. you didn’t dare look at the mirror as you knew your face would reflect that of a widows.

you couldn’t lie to him and say you’d happily have children- you didn’t want that.

but you wanted him.

you know he’d make a wonderful dad- a fan-fucking-tastic dad actually.

and you weren’t going to deny him that. you couldn’t due to how much he’s done for you.

so you couldn’t accept the ring he offered you yesterday… no matter how much you wanted to.

#mitsuya hcs #mitsuya x reader #tokyo revengers mitsuya #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #anime x reader #manga #manga x reader #anime

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thewalkingfanfictions · 5 years ago

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I’m Not Gay -- Sam Winchester x Male!reader

I'm Not Gay — Sam Winchester x male!hunter!reader

Part One / Part Two

Description: Forced out of his motel room by his sister when she and a stranger burst through the door playing tongue wars, (Name) decides to go for walk, where he runs into Sam, tall, handsome, smart, and no, (Name) definitely doesn’t like guys, I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Warning: Some internalized homophobia, references to sex, and some cussing. Supernatural-themed gore and violence (they fight vampires)

Genre: Fluff, I guess? A bit of angst in there somewhere probably, too, since I have no self control.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Male!Reader

A/N: I have no idea what the fuck this is. This is such a crack fic. Reader has a sister named Lidia, for reasons that I do not know.

Words without A/N: 2483

Masterlist

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"You sure you don't wanna come with, (name)?"

"No, Lidia, I'm just gonna stay here and research. 'Sides, socializing is for psychopaths."

Lidia (Last name); ninety-three pounds of redheaded sarcasm, anger issues, and badassery. Also my sister, senior to me by four years ("and three months, (name)!") Also, also, a total extrovert with a thing for trying to force her introverted little brother to socialize. Disgusting.

"C'mon, (nickname), you need to get laid! I could totally find you a pretty, butch boy and—"

"Lidia, for the last time, I'm not gay!"

For the last several years, my darling, amazing, delightful (taste the sarcasm?) big sis has been living under the (totally unfounded) belief that I am a homosexual. I don't know where she seems to have gotten that notion, as I am not. (Summer camp doesn't count, dammit!)

"Mhm, keep tellin' yourself that, lil' bro. But, fine, if you won't come with me–" she dramatically picked herself up from the seat where she'd been fancying up her makeup–"I guess I'll just have to go without you. How terrible, little old me, scared and alone, walking down the road after dark without someone to protect me," she pouted.

"Oh, ha ha, very funny. We both know you could kick anyone who tried to bother you's ass without even looking."

Giggling, she picked up her bag (and a few blades) and turned towards the door. Looking back at me one more time, she gave me a middle-fingered salute before about-facing and heading through to the outside.

"See ya later, loser," she called back before the door closed all the way.

Even though she was already gone, I still mumbled a quiet "punk" under my breath after her, before setting off to start my research.

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Three hours, several coffee refills, a few dead ends, and one (minor) mental break down later, I was really no closer to finding the thing we were hunting, and there was a crash outside the hotel door.

Lidia had been out for a while, there was a chance it was just her returning from whatever bar she had gone to, shit faced and unable to walk correctly, therefore knocking something into the door or the like, or, my least favorite option, it was something supernatural or other here to kill me.

Moving to grab a gun, I silently stalk towards the window beside the door. There's a few more dull thuds on the door, and some odd, wounded-animal type noise comes through the wood. Cautiously, I move the curtain a few centimeters, just enough to peer through without being spotted.

There, pushed up against the door, is my sister, some idiot attached to her at the lips, with hands going places I'd rather not think about when it comes to my sibling.

Grimacing, I turn around, shove my gun into the waistline of my jeans, and move to quickly grab my laptop and a few books. Maybe if I hurry I can get out of here before they actually start fucking, this time.

Hurrying towards it, the door suddenly opens, and in spills a very shirtless (and totally not attractive, what?) man, and my sister, who was now working on pulling her bra off. They shuffle towards one of the beds, and somewhere in the back if my head I register that its my bed that they're going towards as I awkwardly move around them, trying not to alert them of my presence. I didn't wanna deal with that conversation again.

Finally getting all the way to the door, I carefully pulled it open as not to bother the two, and backed out of the doorway. Glancing up, I got a full view of Lidia's tit before I managed to actually get out of the door.

I quietly closed the door, making sure that the click of the hinges was quiet enough that it wouldn't disturb the couple inside.

Pausing for a second, I couldn't help the dramatic shiver that rattled my body.

"That is-- that is far more of her than I ever needed to see," I winced.

Turning to go find a place to settle down while my sister and the stranger... did their thing, I came face-to-face with a brick wall. Well, more face-to-chest, actually, and brick wall wasn't quite right, I guess. He was closer to a tank. Even at the few paces away from me that he stood, he still seemed incredibly tall. Long-ish brown hair curled around his ears, and his face was undoubtedly attractive. A small smile (that I definitely did not find adorable, I don't know what you're talking about, I'm totally, definitely, one hundred percent straight) tugged at full lips and his eyes stared down at me questioningly. I could feel an ugly blush climbing up my neck.

"Uh– heh, uhm, my, my– uh my–" my awkward stuttering was cut off when the man huffed a small laugh, and spoke.

"You must be the brother."

...

"Heh?" His smile only broadened at my perplexed stare and he took a few steps closer to me. I couldn't help but feel slightly intimidated by the guy's humongous stature, though his face seemed innocent and kind enough. Still, in my line of work, you can never be too careful. I instinctively felt my hand reach for the gun still hidden in my waistband.

"In, uh, in there," he pointed lightly at the door I'd just come out of, "my brother, he's the one with your sister. She was talking about a brother at her motel, I, uh, I guess that'd be you," he finished off, trailing out slightly as he realized he had nothing more to say. It was his turn to blush.

I let myself relax slightly, I didn't think he was so much of a threat anymore.

Smiling slightly, I couldn't not let my eyes glance over him.

Uh, in as purely heterosexual way, obviously.

His shoulders were stupidly broad, and under his denim coat I was sure there had to lay muscle. Before, when I said he was tall, I don't think you really got the full picture. The awning thing that came off the front of the hotel to protect anyone on the sidewalk was probably your standard seven foot high roof; this guys head was only a few inches under it. He was huge. His face was young, but had a whisper behind it that said that he'd seen some things someone his age generally didn't. The dimples on either side of that blindingly bright smile made him just so much more attractive, and I couldn't not find him cute. (Once again, in a totally hetero way, I'm really, definitely, completely Not Gay.)

Figuring that I couldn't stand there and gawk any longer without coming off as creepy, I finally spoke up.

"Uh, yeah, Lidia. And your brother. That was–" I shuddered slightly, "–that was a sight I never needed to see."

He chuckled slightly and took a few steps closer to me. I was still a bit wary, but I let him come closer without pulling a gun on him, anyway.

"Yeah, no, it's not pleasant. He's done the same thing to me before."

I blanched up at him (damn, he really is tall) and thought to the scene that was unraveling right inside the door. Didn't he say he was his brother? I mean, to each your own, but damn—

"No! No, not—" he cut off my train of thought, growing redder by the second. He took a few more steps forward until he was right in front of me, holding his hands up in surrender. "I mean— I meant barging into the room with a partner while I was still there like that, not-not that he's—not that he's done, done that—" I cut him off, wanting to end the poor babbling disasters misery.

Cracking a smile, I laugh gently at him and reach out to touch his arm and make him pause.

"Oh-oh, its okay, calm down man, I getcha, I getch—"

MOAN

My sisters pleasured voice cut me off and made me freeze up, my face burning red.

"Nope, nope, nopety nope nope nope, can we please go anywhere else and continue this conversation? Literally anywhere, oh my fuck, oh my—" I started walking before he could say anything, not wanting to have to suffer through another sound like that.

He chuckled again as I passed him and quickly caught up to me, reaching out to gently grab my arm before I got to far.

"My, uh– we could hang out in my room for a while. 'Till they're, ya know, done," he grimaced and nodded his head towards the room to the direct right of ours. He hadn't seemed dangerous so far, so I mean, why not?

I nodded hesitantly and let the man lead me into the room, noting the fact that his hand didn't leave my arm until the very last second.

He let me in first and closed the door softly behind us. I have never been so thankful that these walls were thicker than any other motel's walls in existence. If I focused hard enough, I could almost imagine that the faint moaning was just sound coming from the little box TV.

The room was set up pretty much the same as ours. The same, mildewy wallpaper, two twin sized mattresses on either side of the room with the same pale comforter tucked around a paper pillow. A few littler things did stick out to me, though. The pre packed buggout bags sitting right at the end of both beds, the laptop that sat on the bedside table with a bunch of papers laying haphazardly around it, a half-drank coffee cup sitting beside it. The scene seemed oddly familiar.

"My, uh," the man's voice cut off my searching eyes, "my name's Sam, by the way. I don't think I said that before." He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly and I definitely didn't find it cute. At all. Nope.

Sam. It fit him. I like it.

Smiling up at him, (and totally not noticing how his frame would almost take up the entire door frame that he stood beside) I opened my mouth to respond, only to be cut off again by a crash from the room next door and an even louder moan. I grimaced, the awkwardly smiled up at him once again.

"I'm (name), it's, uh, it's nice to meet ya?" How do people socialize again?

"Uh, yeah, nice to meet you, too." Well that's reassuring, at least he seems just about as nervous as I am.

He stepped forward a bit and awkwardly held his hand out to me, which I accepted with a small, close-lipped smile. The moment our skin made contact, I genuinely didn't want to let go. The warmth of his overly-large hand was intoxicating, and his touch made me oddly giddy.

Looking up into his eyes, I found, was a total mistake. A stunning mixture of smokey hazel and green, small flecks of honey dotted his iris'. His eyes seemed so deep. Seemed so much older than they really were, once again, like he'd seen far more in his life than an average man his age could ever claim. Not to be dramatic or anything, but he was absolutely captivating.

I don't really know how long we sat there and stared at each other, but by the time I finally realized how weird it probably was, and forced myself to look away, I was starting to feel a bit light headed. Let's blame that on lack of sleep and an excess of coffee, and not on whatever was causing my stomach to flutter so dangerously as it was.

"Heh," I looked down towards our feet, my face flushing dramatically. I'm sure by now I'm about as red as a baboons ass, and only flushing redder as I realized that he was still holding my hand.

"Uh-uhm, so, uh, Sam--" I stuttered pathetically, focussing on the hand that still held mine until he awkwardly let go. "--what, uh, what do you do for a living?"

And so the night kicked off just like that. Soon enough, we were both sat cross legged on the bed, sharing stories (all the ones that I could think of that didn't involve murder or monsters) and trading memories. I learned that he had planned to be a lawyer, and was almost done with his course when some unmentioned family drama popped up, and he had to take a sudden leave. I found out that he traveled for work with his brother (a sentence that seemed suspiciously familiar) and that he loved to read. He told me how his girlfriend had died in some terrible house fire only a few months before (my heart definitely didn't freeze up at the fact that he had a girlfriend, shut up) and that he still had nightmares about her. We talked for hours, and, unlike with most people, I never once got bored of it.

I really don't know how long we sat there and chatted, but, by the time the doorframe to the room was vomiting up a sweaty and slightly-drunk older brother, my eyes had started to sag with exhaustion.

"Wa-Sam-Who's this?" Dean (Sam had spoken of him frequently over the evening) slurred slightly, gazing at me with an almost accusatory look. Before I had the chance to respond, Sam was already up and talking, standing between us almost protectively.

"(Name). He's, uh, he's the little brother of the girl you...were with, tonight." He seemed uncertain at exactly what he was saying, but he got the point across.

Being as he was still standing guard in front of me like he was (why on earth was he doing that?), Dean had to lean around him to look at me, which made Sam fidget nervously, for some reason.

"Dean--"

"(Name), you should probably be headed back, it's getting kinda late and I'm sure your sisters wondering where you're at," Dean cut his brother off, leaning further around Sam to look at me. Not gonna lie, he kinda scared me. Standing, I moved to grab the things I'd escaped the room with earlier, and headed for the door, turning back to beckon Sam a good night, I caught sight of them staring at eachother like they were having a silent argument, and just darted out the door, instead of saying anything. Maybe we'd meet again one day.

The air was cold, and it had gotten very dark in the time that I was hidden away in the room with Sam. I walked briskly back to my own room, opened the door with my key, and hesitantly poked my head in, not wanting to wake my sister if she'd fallen asleep.

"So there you are, (nickname), out getting some dick, were you?"

Ugh.

#Sam Winchester #Sam Winchester x reader #Sam Winchester x male reader #Sam Winchester: a bi icon #Sam Winchester fanfic #Supernatural #fluff #I'm Not Gay

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matildaofoz · 4 years ago

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Memento Mori Pt. 2 (Michael Langdon x Fem!Death!Reader)

Summary: After having sent Michael on his merry way to The Church of Satan, Death believes it's time to reveal herself before Jeff and Mutt can screw up the one good plan they came up with between them with their last remaining brain cell.

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Your black stiletto heals clicked along the shiny white floors in the entry hall of Kineros Robotics, your equally black cape dress swished with every calculated step you took. What could you say, you loved the color.

It had been incredibly easy to enter the building and make it past the security guards. You didn't even have to slip into their minds, they were so entranced by your outward appearance alone, eating up your words while your invisible hands logged a private meeting at the same time Jeff and Mutt were meeting with Michael into the system.

You were so incredibly seductive to mere mortals, you mused, one corner of your lip quirking upward. Admittedly, the form you chose was nothing short of show-stopping. The (Y/C/H) glossy hair and (Y/C/E) eyes, paired with a feminine figure, graceful valleys and hills only accentuated by the form fitting dress you were currently wearing was your favorite out of all them. You glanced sideways at yourself in one of the countless full floor glass panes along the corridor as you made your way to the reception. You looked so wonderfully alive and the paradox wasn't lost on you.

You turned the corner and laid eyes on the figure sitting in front of a desk, devoid of any individualism and even you couldn't shove the proverbial stick up her backside further if you tried. Your gaze leveled at the red-haired woman, you approached the podium she resided on, coming to stand right at the edge of the table. She sensed you before she saw you, yet she refused to look up from whatever menial task she was currently engrossed in.

You remained silent, looming over her, still as stone. In a fight of wills, you always won. She finally glanced up over sickeningly purple rimmed glasses and took you in.

"Who are you and how did you get up here?" her voice condescending as she mustered you. You let her eyes glide over your black ensemble, baring teeth disguised as a bright smile.

"I have an appointment with Mr. Nutter and Mr. Pfister," you replied matter-of-fact. The irony of their names wasn't lost on you.

"No, you don't. I am in charge of all their appointments and I would have remembered you," she countered, distaste on her tongue.

"Oh, but I do. The reason you weren't made aware is because it's...well, classified," you retorted punctuating the last word, slowly but surely losing your patience with the woman. You watched as her nostrils flared ever so slightly at the remark. It was too easy to rile somebody like her up. Underachieving, overzealous and desperate to be taken seriously.

"Do check your calendar. I'm sure you'll find it," you encouraged her, now smiling coyly.

With a huff, she dragged her mouse on the screen to open the calendar. A moment of confusion flitted across her face that quickly passed to anger and finally trepidation. She cleared her throat in a desperate attempt to compose herself.

"Y-yes...you are right. Ms. (Y/L/N)?" she asked, suddenly so unsure of herself. If that was all it took to shake her tough exterior, there was little hope. Quicker than you had expected, she stood, producing a cane from behind her chair.

"Please, follow me," she said, her back rigid and it wasn't from her scoliosis that you could make out beneath her pressed blazer but embarrassment.

"Lead the way," you replied, motioning her to walk in front of you with a cocked eyebrow and a smile. If only she knew who she was sassing a moment earlier. Time and place you, reminded yourself as there were more pressing matters at hand. The impending apocalypse to be exact.

"Oh, before I forget, what's your name? I didn't catch it earlier," you inquired, walking a few steps behind her, hands clasped loosely behind your back as you sauntered down the long hallway.

"I-I never told you. I am Ms. Venable," she replied, her cane missing a beat at the question. She stopped in her tracks at the fault, clearly becoming more and more flustered by your presence. Good, you thought. She may not know it, but she could feel it.

"I think I can take it from here, it's the door on the right I presume?" you asked, stopping but a foot behind her. You may have been a little shorter than her in this human form, yet your presence towered over her, like an impending thunderstorm about to break.

"Y-yes, that's the one,"she confirmed, turning around to face you. There it was, clear as day on her face. The hint of recognition. Fear crept up her arms. She didn't know why she felt it, yet you did. You had met her before, caressed her cheek with invisible fingers when she was barely 12 years old, after the third operation to fix her spine left her flat- lining on the operating table. In that state between life and death she had seen your true form and she recognized it now in a dark crevice of her mind.

"Thank you, Ms. Venable, you are too kind. I can take it from here," you chided, your eyes looking past hers and into her soul. You wouldn't claim it today, no, that day way still a ways off but you enjoyed seeing it under these circumstances nonetheless.

Wordlessly she past you, her cane shaking slightly as she stalked off back to her throne. You felt the tears prick at her eyes.

“They've been waiting for the Antichrist. You just tell them what you want and when you want it and they have to do it. They're basically like your army, dude," you heard one of the men who didn't yet know they had an impromptu meeting with you, exclaim.

You walked closer to the big glass doors, listening.

"Well what am I supposed to do with them? If magic wasn't enough to bring around the end times-“ Michael began but Mutt interrupted him.

"No, no,no ,no you don't need magic to destroy the world bro, not when you have science,“ he explained gleefully.

"And humanity," Jeff intercepted. "People suck. They're selfish and short-sighted, all anyone cares about is immediate gratification,“ Jeff continued, snorting a line of cocaine to enunciate his point. All you could do was roll your eyes. These two were so laughable cliché and couldn't help but scoff as you overheard that last tidbit of their conversation. Dumb and dumber weren't ideal but despite their coked-out brains, they had actually managed to come up with a half decent plan. Michael at the head of the Cooperative would give him disposal of everything necessary. Deciding to make your presence known, you waltzed through the open doors, clapping slowly as you walked down the steps.

"Great job boys, you really outdid yourselves. Who would've thought two snow ploughs like you even have enough brain cells left to remember how to breathe, let alone come up with a half decent plan. I'm impressed."

At your footsteps, Jeff and Mutt had perked up, alarm in their face, looking from you, to each other and to Michael who still sat leaned back in his chair with his back to you.

“Who the fuck are you?" Mutt said, a scowl on his face at the insult, glancing at Jeff who looked just as perplexed at you showing up in their lab uninvited. You came to stand beside Michael's chair, your close proximity making him look up.

"Consider me...a stakeholder," you replied matter-of-factly, your fingers grazing the beveled glass edge of the table.

"You're no stakeholder. We own the entire company down to the last urine cake'" Jeff shot back with a shit-eating grin.

“Fucking right on, bro!” Mutt yelled, fist bumping the blonde.

"Not in your abysmally piss-poor sex-doll workshop disguised as a robotics company," you scoffed, disgust in your voice. Their shoulders slumped at your clap-back.

"The Apocalypse." You looked down at Michael then, winking. He seemed less confused about why you were here and more with what you where. You could feel him trying to slither into your mind, barely scratching at the surface, a mere tickle. He had so much to learn. With a flick, you shoved him off. His eyes narrowed then, clearly not used to somebody beating him at his own game.

“Who are you?” he asked low.

“Excellent question!” you answered him, walking around the back of his chair to place your hands on the backrest. Effortlessly, you swiveled him around to face you, as you began to pace.

"How about we make this fun, a riddle perhaps?" you mused looking down at your perfectly manicured nails as you stopped in the middle of the lab, a saccharine smile on your lips.

"I am alive yet to not breathe. I am ancient yet seductive to all men. You fear me and yet you crave me in your darkest hour. I am inevitable."

Your words hung in the air and you watched their faces, the cogs turning inside their heads. Michael watched you, his icy blue eyes searching your (Y/E/C) ones. Play along, you sing-sang mentally, staring him down with a mischievous glint.

"Thanos...You're Thanos?" Jeff muttered incredulously after a while and looked at Mutt for confirmation and the little stare-off between you and Michael was broken. Your smile dropped, your eyes snapping to the blonde muppet with a deadpan expression. What had you expected from somebody with a haircut like his. Clearly too much.

"Think again, peabrain," you retorted. The lights in the room began to flicker, the halogen bulb directly above you cracking, threatening to explode. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath to compose yourself.

Jeff gulped audibly at your display and began furiously whispering with Mutt behind his hand, both of them wracking their brain for the obvious solution. Definitely too much coke, you thought.

“Death,” Michael said and solved your little riddle with a satisfied smirk, eyes lit up. Smart boy, you praised him, unspoken. A tiny blush crept up to bloom over his marvelous cheekbones at your words of praise. Over the past couple of months he had matured, the last remaining fat in his cheeks dissolving to give way to chiseled features. He was beautiful, you had to admit but then again, he was the son of Lucifer. You'd expected nothing short of awe-inspiring.

“It wasn't hard,” he remarked, the smirk spreading over his plump lips as he lent back in the chair, knees falling outward. Man-spreading, were we, you chuckled at his cocky display. He still had so much to learn.

“So clever, hmm?” you lulled, striding up to him to stand between his knees in a blink. Michael didn't flinch at your sudden proximity.

“Perhaps a little too much for your own good, boy wonder,” you berated, bending at the waist to whisper in his ear, sending chills flitting down his spine. You lifted you hand from behind your back, your index finger coming to rest under his angular chin, tilting it up so he would look you in the eyes, bare inches from his. Jeff and Mutt, utterly flabbergasted on the other side of the table completely forgotten by both you and him.

“I think it's high time we had a little chat. After all, the last time we met, you weren't in the best shape, crying for daddy dereast on the cold forest floor, were you now?” Michael's eyes widened at your words, finally recognizing your aura from the woods. He wasn't sure what he had felt that day the visions came, ultimately leading him to the Church of Satan. He was taken aback momentarily, drawing in a deep breath, bewildered, then his face morphed into a scowl at your revelation. How dare you make him look weak in front of his followers.

“Now, now, Michael. You'll get wrinkles and you're far too pretty for that,” you remarked, looking down at him through thick lashes, your fingers smoothing over the deep lines furrowed between his brows. So soft. He really was a sight to behold, all riled up and flustered. You stood back up, smoothing over your skirt.

“I don't know about you but all this talk about the apocalypse has me positively starving. Let's continue this over dinner, shall we?” you asked without waiting for an awsner from him and sauntered over to the glass doors, your hand coming to rest on the handle as you waited, patiently, yet again, for Michael to catch on.

“Go, dude! You heard the Lady...errr Death,” Jeff urged Michael, who was taken aback by your brazen display of power. He didn't like it when people made him look weak and yet he needed to know more about you and why you were in the woods that day.

Curiousity finally killed the cat and he stood to walk up to you.

“Fine. But you owe me awsners,” he bit, hands clenched at his sides. You laughed, loud.

“I don't owe you jack shit sweety, but keep telling yourself that. Now get a move one, we are on the clock.” Without looking back at the blonde antichrist, you walked out the door, spring in your step, your heels clicking on the ground in staccato. Michael turned to look back at the two men briefly, their mouths agape before huffing and jogging after you.

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anomitafics · 5 years ago

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When The Heart Beats || [6]

WHEN THE HEART BEATS || Levi Ackerman x Reader CHAPTER VI

Softly closing the wooden door, Erwin was greeted by the sight of a certain trio that never in his life would he expect seeing in this current situation.

Why were they here? Especially Ackerman... Was she able to get into their thick characters already?

She never really did fail to surprise him.

Turing a blind eye at the small group waiting outside the room that held their team captain captive, the blonde then started walking past them, only to be stopped by a certain male's brusque demand:

"Oi... Aren't you going to tell us what ever happened to that hell of a captain ours?"

Jaw clenching at how degraded his dear friend was addressed, Erwin stopped in his tracks.

"Language, Ackerman." the blonde pointed before once again walking away from the scene.

"Oi--!" an irritated Levi once again started, about to knock some piece of shit into this blonde who dare to correct him with his damned language. But was halted by Farlan.

Eyeing the male beside him, Farlan only shook his head to Levi who looked at him with a pissed look.

"We were just worried Captain, if you'd be so kind to tell us what had happened to her." this time, Farlan attempted in a polite way only to be snobbed by the stern blonde.

Farlan had never felt so insulted, brows furrowed, a thought that he was avoiding to acknowledge had finally dawned him.

This organization... These people... They're all the same. They're nothing but a bunch of soldiers who let their own prejudices get ahead of their own humanity.

And they were lucky enough to even be placed under someone who was different from all of them.

Someone who viewed them as an equal. Someone who had never once looked at them with such disgust grazed over her soft features. Someone who had never used their pasts against them.

He'd always been curious about Sairam's loyalty towards her, and now he'd finally understood. It wasn't merely because of the sweets and tea she had offered, but her own empathy and rightful judgement.

Levi eyed the blonde as he continued to scowl over Erwin's retreating form. It seems like the latter had hit some kind of realization. And he wondered what it was.

Levi continued to watch Farlan's features, the blonde was making a face that he had yet to witness since stepping out of the filthy underground.

Gone are his polite and gleeful facade. This was the face the blonde had always made whenever he saw the limp children at the corners of the undergrounds being mistreated.

This was who Farlan really was back inside the underground.

Levi wondered why he was able to have seen it again now after a long period of time.

Was he... trying to leave his past self in order to fit into this gruesome society?

The onyx-haired male scoffed at the thought. They could never abandon the title of being an underground thug. At least not within these walls of never ending stereotypes and prejudices.

"We were all unhappy at the fact that she were to be our captain. But I come to have finally regret our judgement." alas the taller male had finally spoke.

"I... " this time, Isabel spoke. The strawberry haired female started fidgeting her foot with the ground as she continued:

"...I also feel guilty about judging right away..."

Both waited for the onyx haired male's outburst for their incompetence, they expected him to lecture them about how easily they trust, and how it doesn't even matter who they trust in the first place as long as they kill Erwin, yet it never came.

Slowly raising her head, Isabel gazed at Levi who was now staring at the metal door knob.

"...what did you say that had happened to her Farlan?" Levi asked making Farlan's eyes widened at the thought of his usually detached friend asking for something of such.

"I wasn't able to see anything clearly but I saw Erwin carry her unconscious form from the crowd." Farlan explained remembering how he witnessed such worry in Erwin's eyes as the blonde carried away their Captain, something he chose to not mention.

After all, it might've only been his imagination. It was just oh to impossible.

"So she was knocked out unconscious huh?" Levi murmured as he thought of ways to solve his friends' worries towards the female captain.

Levi wasn't even worried himself. It wasn't like he had grown attached to her. After all, he still had his doubts despite having started to trust the captain a little.

Yet unlike him, his friends seem to have grown fond of her and were both worried sick that they had even pleaded him to help them locate their captain's whereabouts. He had no choice but to tag along and help them ease their worries.

"Ah..." a quiet gasp made the trio face the now opened door which had just revealed a flustered looking Sairam, who quickly closed the door behind him upon setting sight on the trio.

"Sairam! I knew it! She's in there!" Isabel exclaimed loudly as she pointed at Sairam who was standing idly by the door. Farlan quickly started hushing down an overly excited Isabel.

Levi however, took note of how Sairam, who was usually calm and reserved was now looking so agitated.

Sairam who've noticed Levi studying him, was quick to have recompose himself, clearing his throat in the process.

"(Y/N) doesn't want those three knowing... at least not yet..."

Captain Hange's words rung in is head as if to remind him of doing anything he can to not let the trio in front of him start suspecting anything.

"If you're looking for the captain then you're right, she's inside, although it is prohibited to go inside. " Sairam stated.

"What?! Then why are you inside! We're part of her squad to!" Isabel complained making Sairam's eyes twitch in irritation.

"It's alright." Farlan said halting Isabel's small outburst.

"Then could you just inform us on what had happened to her?" Farlan continued making Sairam sigh.

"The captain was overworking herself these past few days, that's the reason she fainted."

"Well now that you three know shouldn't you be trai--" as Sairam was speaking, the wooden door suddenly swung open revealing the captain herself.

"No one's going training without me." (Y/N), who looked like as if a sudden gush of wind can bring her down at any second murmured.

The female fixed her hair as she rubbed her eyes.

"Captain!" Sairam exclaimed as Farlan and Isabel stared eyes wide at their captain's sorry state. Levi remained calm but was observing.

"I'm sorry for interrupting your test Farlan, we can continue now if you--" (Y/N) stated weakly but was suddenly interrupted by the booming voice of none other than Erwin Smith.

"No." the blonde had just finally came back from fetching food for the female.

"But--"

"No."

The [c] haired female was about to argue yet again but was halted by Levi's voice.

"If you're going to train anyone in that sorry state then you better be ashamed of your damned self." the onyx haired male clicked his tongue, not caring about everyone's gloomy reaction towards his sharp words.

Signalling to both perplexed Farlan and Isabel he murmured small "Let's go", making the two follow him unquestionably.

Out of everyone else, Farlan and Isabel knew Levi best. Sure, the aloof male could be sharp with his words but it was only to avoid (Y/N) from having to push herself to the edge. And they both understood this.

Passing by Erwin's tall figure, Levi was reminded of everything the blonde had done to degrade him and his friends.

'He will meet his end... by my hands.'

And thus, the stoic male's revengeful vow continued to linger within his mind up until dinner.

As usual the mess hall was buzzing from the different chatters of each individual soldier, Levi along with his friends continued to make their way through the gnashing crowd of hungry soldiers.

Getting his foot stepped on along with having multiple shoulders bump into his cheek had become Levi's usual struggle when it comes to lining up for food in the small cramped mess hall.

When his face was bumped into for the first time, the onyx haired male couldn't help but to make a scene, his two friends along side him attempting to calm down both parties: Levi and the random soldier who had his elbow graze on the latter's face.

Yet, Levi was soon to get tired of fighting with whoever were to bump onto his face or step on his foot. The latter just wished he could've gotten a little taller in order to avoid having his face get elbowed all the time; he didn't mind having his foot stepped on twice as much if it meant his face were to be safe from getting hit.

Farlan who had silently known about Levi's struggle was the one leading their small line, much to Levi's pleasure. Though it didn't entirely avoided all of the blows on the latter's face but it was enough to be endurable.

"There! Over there! Perfect timing, they're just leaving!" Isabel had finally found a table for their small group.

Looking over to where the strawberry haired female was pointing to, Farlan now gazed behind him, where he waited for Levi's sign of aproval to sit on the said table.

The latter didn't really like sitting with people who seem to be of nuisance to them, but alas, the said table was completely deserted.

Giving a small hum of approval the group made their way to the table, placing their meals in front of them as they sat side by side.

Isabel's golden eyes watched as cramped group of soldiers went passed in front them from time to time as she took a bite on the clean bread on her hand.

At least that was what she liked calling it.

Unlike everything within the underground, the young female viewed each object of thw world from the above as clean.

Clean, not only for it was surely manufactured in clean surroundings but also it was neither stolen nor eaten illegally.

Isabel had always been fascinated at the world above her former home yet had also been trying hard to hide these feelings to her two friends, especially her Big Bro since the male had expressed little to no fascination to the matter.

And Levi was no fool to be oblivious to his companion's hidden feelings.

Watching Isabel's curious expression who simply sat beside him as she continued to gaze at each soldier who had passed their table, Levi knew the female wanted, or at least, was interested on having at least a little group of acquaintances.

Yet the onyx-haired male was also aware of how impossible it was. No one even dared taking the vacant seats in front of them no matter how crowded the mess hall was.

He hated the fact that his walls were too damn high and wide that even his friends were trapped inside it with him.

Isabel had always wanted to receive those candies from that crazy woman Hange, and so did Farlan wanted to at least get closer to their Captain, yet they couldn't... just because... he seemed like he didn't want to.

"That frown's deeper than normal commander, what's the matter?"

A cheery voice snapped the onyx haired male from his yet another train of thoughts, lifting his gaze from his almost colorless food, Levi was confronted by the smiling face of his captain.

The hell's wrong with her...?! Smiling all the time...

"Can I sit here?"

At this, both Isabel and Farlan's gazes landed on the male who sat between them, as if waiting for his answer.

Levi clicked his tongue at this as he murmured:

"You're your own person, decide for yourselves."

END OF CHAPTER VI ANOMITAFICS

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