#and maybe the bus gang will be back who knows :3

[nimenhao69]

Chapter 32 - Epilogue

I will miss this fanfic, but this is not a goodbye, it's a "see ya later!"

[toast-on-dandelioms]

Just Another Neglected Story

Part 3

You can find part 1 and part 2 here!

(For this part I am using they/them to talk about reader/you, but if you know a way to talk about reader without using you or they/them please tell me!)

Months passed and Spider was now famous amongst Gotham, known for stopping small gangs that bothered the neighbourhood but also helped them go back to school or find a job.

Spider was mostly famous for not immediately sending people to jail like most vigilantes, they helped if they could and didn't immediately fight and hurt people.

And Batman liked it, he wanted to know who was the person behind the mask, and to finally meet the famous Spider so his kids will stop fangirl over them.

Plus, by the video footage found by Oracle, it seemed like Spider was very good at fighting and quickly capturing with a type of web shooter, with the webs that dissolved in an hour or two.

Bruce was more interested as days passed by but his information about Spider didn't increase, since Oracle could only find so much by asking and no one knew much about the vigilante except generic stuff that almost anyone knew.

His sons were also interested in Spider, as they saw the vigilante as someone similar to them by seeing them fight to their moves when swinging by with a web shooter.

It was like a mini version of them and it amazed them.

Dick was amazed at how good Spider was in gymnastics like him, giving him the need to go with them and just practice together since his brothers were flexible but not like him.

But Spider was, they were almost similar to Dick which fueled his interest even more. He wanted to practice tricks that he did in the circus with them.

He could finally bond with a shared interest with someone and not seem weird.

Jason was interested at how good they were at fighting and sometimes using a gun if the enemy had one.

He saw how quick they were at disarming someone with a gun and using it against them, even if they were slightly injured to which he would always pay a visit to the person who hurt them in prison.

After all, they don't deserve to live if they dare to hurt Spider, even if it was just a scratch.

Tim was interested to their gadgets and especially how they could walk on walls, wanting to know everything about them and see if they use gadgets like them and Batman or if they're a metahuman.

He saw how strong they were, especially when they held a bus full of children that was almost falling off a bridge, while Superman was fighting a supervillain and couldn't come to their aid immediately.

Even though he found out who was Batman as a kid, Spider was a cryptic for him. Even with the help of Oracle he couldn't find anything useful.

And it was starting to drive him insane from the need of knowing everything about them.

And last, but not least.

Damian saw them being an inexperienced fighter but a resourceful one, seeing how they used the walls and everything they could find as a weapon if it helped.

He wanted to spar with them once, having the strange need to help them improve and also show off how good he was at fighting, wanting to be praised by them.

He didn't even know why since he never needed any praise from any of his brothers or his father, but he desired to be praised by that person.

The funny thing is that not one of them knew the real voice of Spider, as the vigilante used a voice modulator to sound different and distorted in the recordings that Oracle sent them regularly.

But even without knowing their real voice, the obsession that all of the batfam had just kept growing.

All of them wanted two to three things when they're gonna finally meet Spider for the first time:

• wanting to hear their real voice

• seeing who is hiding behind the mask

• recruit them to work with them as a vigilante and maybe even live with them at the Mansion.

But alas, whenever they tried to get to them, when they were done dealing with anything, the vigilante was always gone or immediately walked away using the walls.

To which Batman and all his sons tried different methods but the vigilante was always ready, avoiding their attemps to talk and never even giving them a word.

Usually small vigilantes, in the eyes of Batman, were always so eager to be acknowledged by such famous vigilante like him, but Spider was different.

Spider hated the attention they were getting and it was obvious, even though the mask didn't really make it see but their movements clearly showed frustration.

Or at least, they hated the attention they got from the batfam. Especially Batman and Damian, they avoided them the most.

Plus the middle finger they always did whenever they knew a security camera was on them was the cherry on top. It's like they knew that Batman was watching them and wanted to told him to fuck off.

But spiders can't hide forever can they? After some time, everything gets found.

And that's what happened that fateful night for the Batfamily, as they finally managed to locate where Spider usually hang out.

It was a bit difficult since Spider always moves after a week or two, maybe less if found out but this time they made sure to be more ninja-like.

They also got the help from Duke with his ability, just to make sure it was the right spot from seeing what happened in the past hours of the day.

Batman, even though he didn't want to, also asked for Superman's help, just to make sure he could catch Spider if they tried to escape.

He preferred to have all bases covered, just to be safe than sorry. Even though it did hurt his pride to ask Superman for help.

They all waited in the dark, knowing Spider usually comes to relax after a few hours of patrolling and helping around the streets.

Batman made the signal to stay silent when he heard the noise of the webs sticking to something and slinging around, waiting in silence with everyone with anticipation.

He stared in silence when Spider landed on the roof of the building, making a small noise when he saw Spider starting to take off the mask.

(Now it's reader/your pov now)

You stopped when your spider senses tingled, making you look around suspiciously and letting go of the hem of your mask.

You noticed many figures on the dark parts of the rooftop thanks to your heightened sight (?) and sighed, activating the voice modulator in your mask, doing that just to not give them any leads to your civilian identity.

You didn't know if they were enemies that were mad that you sent them to prison or someone they knew, so your guard was already high.

You stared at the dark parts before using your webs to capture one, thinking it was gonna be a criminal wrapped around your webs but just imagine the surprise when you saw that it was Red Robin.

You immediately knew what was going on, especially when you saw Superman flying towards you so you raised your hands in defeat, knowing you couldn't possibly fight against trained vigilantes, plus Batman and Superman.

You got down and freed Red Robin from your webs, using a pair of scissors you had in your bag pack that you always carry around in case you accidentally hit someone innocent with your webs.

You got up after finally finishing freeing Red Robin from the webs you wrapped him into, patting him on the hair out of habit of doing that with small kids you accidentally wrap in your webs.

You never hurt any kids, it's just that they accidentally got trapped in the webs and you had to free them and calm them down.

You looked up to see Batman in front of you, a bit creeped out at how silent he was since even your heightened hearing couldn't hear him. It was like he floated like Superman, but you knew that didn't happen.

You glared at him, a bit glad that your mask couldn't show your expressions, so they couldn't read them and use your own emotions against you.

You refused to give him or any of his sons something to use as leverage to manipulate you or making you think they actually wanted to spend time with you.

You started to get annoyed at the silence, especially since you just wanted them to go away, so you just started the annoying conversation that you hoped to avoid.

You also knew what they wanted, it was obvious since not one of them even called out your name so you knew they didn't know who you were behind the mask.

They were interested in Spider, the formidable vigilante and not interested in (Y/N), the forgotten child of Bruce Wayne.

"What do you want Batman? I don't think I am a criminal, so why are you bothering me?" you ask annoyed, the voice modulator making your voice distorted, so that it didn't even sound close to your real voice.

It was a nice add that you had to make, knowing that people would try to find out your real identity and usually voices are a clue, so modifying your voice with a device was the best thing to do.

Even though you never talked much when you were in your civilian clothes, but it's better to be safe than sorry.

Batman stared at you with the usual scowl that Batman always has, also showing no emotions.

He then started talking in his gruff, you don't really know how to describe his voice, but you knew it sounded completely different from when he's Bruce Wayne.

But the hatred and annoyance that bubbled up when you heard his voice was immense, having to take all your control to not punch him in the face.

The only thing you were glad about is that he was someone that immediately gets to the point, not wanting to stay even five more minutes with him and his so called 'batfamily'.

"I want you to join me and the Robins, your strenght, fighting skills and your intelligence when you use the objects and space as an advantage would be extremely helpful when fighting villains like Joker" he started, stopping with a confused expression when he heard laughter.

He looked down and saw you laughing, even though it sounded wrong and distorted thanks to the modulator. You almost kneeled down from how much you were laughing at his proposal.

He didn't know what he said to make you laugh so he waited for you to calm down, looking at Nightwing and Red Hood to see if they knew why you were laughing.

You stopped after a bit and just looked at Batman with no emotion, not that the mask showed it.

Your voice also came out with no emotion, like you didn't even care about Batman and his proposal. "I shall refuse this proposal Batman, I am not strong enough to fight villains like the Joker. I am more interested in helping people with small problems and small thefts since the police will do nothing to help them."

You grabbed your backpack that you left on the ground and got ready to leave, stopping to look at Batman and the other robins/vigilantes with him.

"Please don't follow me, I do not want to be bothered by you trying to convince me to join a team. I work alone" and left, using the buildings to swing around the city to get to another rooftop to use as a place to relax.

(End of your pov)

What you didn't know was that when you left, the other vigilantes glared at Batman, since he didn't try to butter you up and manipulate you.

Plus, Damian was glaring at Tim for having the privilege of being patted on the head by Spider in person. He wanted to be petted too, he wanted to be acknowledged by Spider.

Dick was glaring at Bruce and actually started an argument with him, trying to understand why he didn't even try to use one of his many manipulation tactics to have Spider join them.

Superman just stayed on the sidelines, a bit surprised that someone hated Batman, since he always saw people admiring the man.

Except Hal, usually he says it without anyone asking that he hates Batman. But he doesn't count.

Well he left after a bit of watching Dick, Jason and Bruce arguing, following Spider and finding them on another rooftop.

He looked away when he saw that Spider didn't have their mask on, not wanting to see their real identity without their permission.

He also made a loud noise so Spider could notice him and put their mask back on. He looked after a bit and was glad that he didn't accidentally had a face reveal without permission.

He landed next to Spider and stayed silent for a bit, noticing how smaller and skinnier Spider was compared to Red Robin or even just Robin.

He hummed when he understood that Spider wouldn't start the conversation and looked at them with a smile.

"Sorry to bother you, I'm not here to ask you to join Batman or even the Justice League" he started, a bit surprised when he saw Spider relax a bit.

It was a strange sight, seeing that someone doesn't want to join the Justice League but he wouldn't judge. Everyone has their reasons and he can't change everyone's mind.

Spider looked at him, curious about what he wanted if not to scout them in the Justice League. They were also amazed at how Superman looked in real life, since Spider always saw him on TV or on the newspaper and never met him face to face.

Superman smiled at Spider, floating down and standing next to them on the rooftop of the building "want to grab something to eat and talk? I just want to know why you want to be a vigilante".

Spider just kept looking at him before nodding and walking on the side of the building nonchalantly, knowing Superman was following them.

They stopped at a hotdog stand, still walking on the side of another building and tapped the shoulder of the worker, scaring the poor man that was working there.

Superman immediately apologized about scaring the poor man when the man shrieked and let a hotdog fall from his hands, glaring at Spider who was obviously laughing silently by the way they trembled with their hands over their mouth.

He quickly paid for the food and apologised again for how he and Spider scared the poor man, wishing a good evening before following Spider to the rooftop while holding two hotdogs.

He stood on the rooftop and gave one to Spider, turning away to let them eat without worrying about their identity. He ate and waited until Spider gave him the ok, not wanting to lose their trust and make himself hated like Batman.

He turned around when he heard Spider tell him it was ok to do so, sitting down next to them and staying silent before starting the conversation.

(Red: Superman; Purple: Spider/You)

"Why don't you want to join the Justice League or Batman's team?"

"I work alone, having someone helping me is bothersome and a nuisance"

Superman just looked at the teen, a bit in shock by the way the voice modulator changed their voice so much but especially by how similar they were to Batman in his early days in the Justice League.

It was like seeing a teen clone of Batman, but wearing a more bright suit than the original one. But this time, the theme was spiders and not bats.

He didn't say anything about it tho, not wanting Spider to also hate him. He got up after a bit of them being in silence, knowing he had to go home.

"Well, it was nice to talk to you , hope we can do this again kid" he said, patting Spider on the head before flying away and going back to his family.

(Now it's going back to reader/you pov)

You stared at where Superman left, a bit confused as to why he was interested in you.

You did know that you started to get popular in Gotham, especially when you saw merch of you in small stores.

And yes, you bought something small. It was adorable and you couldn't resist it. No one would judge you, you saw Bruce wearing his own merch or having something with the signature bat symbol.

You shook your head and grabbed your backpack, making one last round to check that everyone was ok before leaving to go back to the manor.

You walked on the side of the villa, making sure to avoid any windows before sneaking inside your room.

You did have a close call when someone suddenly opened their window and smacked your arm, making you give out a small noise since it hurt a bit.

But you thanked whoever was out there that didn't hate you because the one who opened the window was a sleep deprived Tim Drake that just ignored the noise and went back to work.

You sighed in relief when you finally got in your room and took off the voice modulator since it covered most of your mouth and nose, making it a bit annoying to wear at times but you didn't complain.

You almost let out a scream when you finally noticed Alfred sitting on your bed but managed to contain yourself, not wanting to attract anyone to your room and see you wearing Spider's suit.

You took off your mask, knowing it was useless to try and hide your vigilante persona to him, a bit embarrassed that you followed the same path that your legal guardian currently walks on.

You looked down, thinking that Alfred was disappointed or angry that you were also a vigilante, waiting in silence for one of his lectures before flinching when you suddenly felt his hand on your head.

You looked up at him, confused as to why he wasn't angry but just his look of love and adoration he had for you, something you only saw in your mother eyes made you start to shake.

Years of neglect and loneliness just surfaced, making you start to slowly cry and cover your face, trying to hide the fact that you were crying.

But just by hearing Alfred whisper "it's ok, it's just me here, you can let it out" made you break down in tears, full on sobbing and bawling on his chest as you just couldn't hold it in anymore.

You didn't even know why you were crying, but after years of being ignored or hurt by the people you were supposed to call family, watching them enjoy a nice dinner all together without you and especially seeing them being a family while you were just left in the sidelines to never be acknowledged made you finally break.

You cried until you fell asleep in Alfred's arms, you didn't even move when he picked you up like it was nothing and put you in bed.

You also didn't know about the grim look in his face that he had while looking at you, and after he silently left the room you possibly couldn't know the next word he said.

What were those words?

"Maybe it's time I should get involved in this matter, I'm sorry (Y/N) but I can't stand by and watch you become your father. I shall help this family see your worth."

And this is the end for part 3! I managed to finish it in time for new year! If you have questions just ask and I will answer them!

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[ataraxiaspainting]

Blue Crow.

Yan Nobunaga x F Reader x Yan Uvogin. (College AU.)

Synopsis: Uvogin hates taking buses, but he enjoys seeing you one seat ahead of him.

Warnings: Yandere themes, non-con, the reader is described as AFAB and she/her pronouns are used, unhealthy relationships, brief mentions of drug/alcohol usage, victim blaming, oral (female receiving), oral (male receiving), sexual blackmail, and implied stalking.

Word Count: 5k.

somewhat inspired by the game classmates! check it out here if you'd like. <3

also inspired by @uvobreakmylegs's digging deeper! it's amazing! <3

*~*~*~*

The 5A station was the closest one to your dorm. It had no seats or shelter of any kind in case of bad weather, only a large blue sign that said Yorknew University, Nursing Program in white bold letters – because it didn’t say anything else about the buses that stopped by and because this stop is surrounded by old rotting trees, the drivers sometimes fail to notice you.

It’s raining now, and everything here is so dark – your clothes, your umbrella, the night sky, and your bag.

Your phone says the bus will be here any minute now, but will it even see you?

If not, you’ll have to find a different way to make it to Nobunaga’s place.

He seemed friendly enough. If you were a few minutes late, surely he’d understand. You were not close enough to invite him over, go inside his home, or let him drive you anywhere, though that is just how you are with all males you casually know. It’s nothing personal.

There are two bright lights a small distance away, and at the sight you raise your hand and wave.

By some miracle, the bus stops and opens its automatic doors.

You take a few steps as you close your umbrella and make your way up the stairs, being careful not to slip. You slip a few quarters into the little slot beside the driver and sit down on a seat near the window.

Taking off your hood, you ruffle your wet bangs out of your face, using your reflection to attempt to get them back to looking presentable. It doesn’t really work, but what does it matter? You’re just there to give Nobunaga some notes his friends wanted to give to him and leave. 

*~*~*~*

“You’re [First], correct?” Chrollo asks, putting his right hand out towards you.

You take out your earbuds, fixing your posture as you nod. A blonde man sits next to you on the bench before Chrollo could, smiling and giggling like he is some gossiping schoolgirl.

“Dang, you’re cute!” Shalnark exclaims. 

“Shal, what the hell are you doing?” Uvogin had started to stomp over. His mere size was enough to keep your eyes on him and not the others. Even the one girl who was with them didn’t draw your attention, despite her hair being unnaturally bright pink.

“Saying hi!” Shalnark put an arm around you. On instinct, you squirm a little bit, not noticing how Uvogin rolled his eyes in response to how Shalnark smirked at him. Once you were out of his loose grip, Chrollo politely cleared his throat.

“I was wondering if you could do something for us, Miss [First]. For the gang, I mean.” 

The gang? From what you knew, Chrollo’s group was always causing some sort of rule-breaking but Chrollo himself stayed at the top of the class with superb grades and plenty of attention from girls. It is like no one knew they were connected. They seemed like bad news, but all of your interactions with them had been positive thus far. Did Nobunaga put in the good word for you?

“Um… sure?” As long as it was something that didn’t land you in prison or the hospital, you decide to go along with what Nobunaga’s leader asks of you. It is probably a bad idea to reject, and maybe you’ll get something good out of it in exchange.

“I’d like you to give Nobunaga some notes he missed. He’s been out. Sick, most likely.” You didn’t notice the small piles of books he was carrying until he made them closer to you, wanting you to take them. “Surely you have noticed? He talks to you a lot, I hear.”

“Yeah.” You decide to put them on your lap for the time being. The notes weren’t as heavy as they would have been if you were carrying them. “Is… he doing better?”

“Not sure,” Uvogin says, attempting to pry Shalnark off the bench. “He hasn’t been answering his phone, you see.”

“I don’t wanna!” Shalnark whines.

“Shut up, Shal. You’re gonna make us look bad in front of Nobu’s girlfriend.”

Girlfriend?

“I’m… not his girlfriend…”

They don’t seem to hear you. You’re not exactly the loudest person, after all. You have been teased for having a soft voice and having to speak up. These people wouldn’t ignore you, you think. Shalnark and Uvogin are play fighting, and Chrollo is talking to that magenta-haired woman. They wouldn’t ignore you, you’re just being too shy. They wouldn’t ignore you, they are Nobunaga’s friends. Nobunaga wouldn’t ignore you, why would they?

“I’m… not his girlfriend.”

Uvogin is the only one to give you a response after hearing it. He shoots you a confused look before continuing to tickle Shalnark. No one else seems to notice your words.

After a few more tries, you decide to give up for now. Looking at the notebooks in front of you, you decide to open the top one up. There are just standard mathematical problems as well as some doodles and words of encouragement in the vacant spaces of the looseleaf. 

‘Go get them, tiger!’

‘Don’t die on me now!’

‘Remember one plus one?’

‘♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡’

At first, you think that it is Nobunaga’s girlfriend, but you shake your head to erase it. No. The gang thinks you are his girlfriend. 

Perhaps Shalnark then? From the times you sat near him in your chemistry classes, his handwriting was a mess. It took some effort to realize that he was simply drawing and not paying attention to the professor in the slightest. However, his favorite things to draw were bats and computers. Would he really draw hearts and not those things so Nobunaga could know it was him? 

Maybe it was an inside joke. You’re not going to ask because you don’t want your question to come off as disrespectful, though you were slightly curious.

You’ll just do what you were told and go right back home.

*~*~*~*

Shalnark texted you the address of Nobunaga’s place a few hours ago, but if you were being honest it took a while to decipher what he was saying. In between every five or so memes or videos he sent you there was a number or letter, maybe three at most if you were lucky.

You sat there with your phone in your hands for what felt like forever, not having the guts to ask Shalnark to just tell you straight up – because he wouldn’t, you know that.

From what you managed to gather from your online map, it seemed that Nobunaga’s place and Uvogin’s place were near each other, no more than a fifteen-minute walk at most. If they lived so close to each other, why didn’t one of them just visit the other? That was the third red flag you didn’t say anything about… and came to regret only half an hour later.

The electric sign attached to the entrance of the bus flickered from time to time with varying degrees of brightness. One person complained openly to the driver that the screen was so dark they did not know that they had missed their dormitory’s building. He didn’t care, only shrugging his shoulders and telling the student that ‘that’s life’. They got off murmuring curses you could hear from the middle part of the bus. Once again, he didn’t care. Like Shalnark, the driver wouldn’t take anything you say seriously; so you just used your online map to count the stops ahead.

“Hey.”

“Next stop: Aster Road, Thirds Street.” The automated message from the bus speakers loudly said, glitching a little after the word ‘Road’.

“Hey.” 

You failed to notice who was behind you as you were too busy counting the stops ahead on your phone.

“Hey.”

“Next stop: Ritas Street, Wilds Complex.”

“Hey.”

“Next stop: Neo Road, Neon Green.”

“Hey.”

“Next stop: Romeos Road, Kiki Terrace.”

“Hey.”

“Next stop-”

You failed to hear the name of the stop because the hand that tapped your shoulder startled you and made you turn your neck around to the seat behind you.

You see a familiar face despite the fading light – or should you say, a familiar body.

“O-Oh… hi��� Uvogin.”

Satisfied you had finally noticed him, Uvogin puts his hands behind his head as he smirks. 

“Fancy seeing you so late,” he begins, looking down at your black bag. “Going to Nobu’s place, ain’tcha?”

“Yeah… you?”

“Basketball.”

Was Uvogin on the team too? If you remember correctly it was only Phinks, Feitan, and Nobunaga who were on it. Perhaps he just wanted to watch? Oh well. It’s not any of your business.

After remembering your last conversation with him yesterday, you decide to ask him why everyone thinks you are Nobunaga’s girlfriend – you only talked to him when necessary, in the classes you shared with him, but to be fair he also escorted you around the building most days.

“Listen… about that time…”

“What?” Uvogin turns his head, cupping his ear with his hand. “Speak up.”

“About Nobunaga and me…” You look down – at the books, at your cold wet hands, at the heels of your feet bouncing up and down. Your gut tells you that you’re making a mistake if you talk to him about you and Nobunaga’s relationship, or lack thereof. Your brain goes against it, saying that clearing things up will lead to less trouble down the line. 

Your heart is beating too fast to accept or reject the possibility. 

“Nobunaga and me…”

“You’re still talking too low,” Uvogin interrupts, his stare near-lethal to you. When you flinch at his words, his annoyance seems to disappear. “Hey, you can tell me. We’re friends, aren’t we?”

Yeah. Yeah, you’re friends or at least acquaintances. Saying the truth won’t hurt him and won’t hurt you. Maybe Shalnark’s teasing will go away. Maybe Chrollo won’t give you a task again. Maybe Nobunaga won’t be confused when he comes back to school.

“Nobunaga and me… aren’t dating-”

Uvogin’s expression changing wasn’t as fast as before, but his glare intensified as he stood up.

“Next stop: Nightstar Avenue, Owl’s Place.”

Your ears felt numb after you heard the ‘beep’ sound of someone pressing the stop button. Your eyes felt numb as you tried to see the details of Uvogin’s scowl in the dark.

It was Uvogin. He made the bus stop. But why?

It then hits you; this is the closest stop to Nobunaga’s place.

“Stop requested.” The speaker stated. The bus started to pull over next to a tall blue sign.

“Woah, the bus got here so quickly,” Uvogin says, going to the exit doors. When he didn’t hear you stand up too, he turned in your direction. “Don’t tell me you don’t know the directions to your boyfriend’s house?”

“Please exit through the rear door.” Another automated message. Uvogin presses on the door and it lets him out. After a few more seconds you follow him – your gut tells you that you must.

He helps you down with his much larger hands despite you not really needing it – there are handrails on the doors for that.

“What were you saying?” Uvogin asks. “Something about Nobunaga?”

There is a lit street lamp above the sign. It doesn’t flash like the ones near your dormitory and is much brighter. Despite the weather still being stormy, you can see houses a small distance away – not just the street. 

You can see that Uvogin is smiling again.

“Nothing… It’s nothing.”

“Oh?” He sneers, his smirk getting even bigger. “You didn’t want relationship advice?”

“No…” You reply, your hands going to your backpack’s zipper to make sure the notes don’t get too wet.

“Nobunaga likes mochi. Maybe you can get some for him next time. Daifuku especially. He’d be so happy, maybe he’ll stop skipping class with me.” 

A sigh comes out of both of you at the same time for much different reasons. 

“But I don’t want that to happen… hmm.”

*~*~*~*

The outside of Nobunaga’s house wasn’t the house that stood out the most in this neighborhood. It had rather small walls that had peeling white paint in places closer to the ground, and cigarettes and used needles were thrown all over his dead lawn. The only thing you somewhat liked was the rusty gold sign beside the front door that read 251 – and only for the styling of the numbers.

“Here’s the place,” Uvogin says, patting your back as a way to gently push you forward. “Go on, doorbell's right there.”

You were forced up the steps with a force you knew was gentle for Uvogin but not for you. A trembling finger approaches the button slowly – as if using it would make you lose it via a guillotine’s blade.

Doing so didn’t because this is reality, but the pain in your heart feels similar to such a fate anyway. After a few more seconds and the door still being closed, Uvogin knocks loudly.

“[First]’s here!” His yell almost made you cry.

Your name may as well have been the password because Nobunaga opens the door right away. He pants a little like he was running to greet you two.

“Oh fuck, you made it! I thought the storm woulda scared you away.”

Nobunaga didn’t look very sick; he wasn’t wearing a shirt, had his hair down, and only his boxers covered his lower half. He didn’t look very sick; he actually looked quite well. Those signs scared you more than Uvogin’s subtle threat – if his glaring was intended to be such, that is. You don’t step past the doorway, leaving Uvogin to stand in the rain as you take off your backpack. But when you try to undo the zipper, you feel both of their hands touching you up and down as their grins widen.

“Stop that,” You murmur, attempting to step back. Your spine was greeted by Uvogin’s front half. You feel something pressing into you. Once you figured out what it was, you started to go under one of Uvogin’s arms. His leg caged you in then.

“She’s cute, Nobu.”

Nobunaga doesn’t answer in words – he only chuckles and continues to have his hands resting on your hips.

“Listen. Your notes are here, Hazama.” You say, making an effort to still be nice, to still be understanding. You don’t want to scream because what if you’re misreading something? You don’t want anyone to… be framed for something they didn’t do, right?

“It’s Nobunaga.”

“Huh?”

“Call me Nobunaga,” You’re pushed and pulled more. Before you can blink, you’re thrown on the couch’s back. Uvogin is the one who lets go of you and the one who locks the front door, Nobunaga is too busy feeling the back of your thighs. “I’m your boyfriend – it’s normal to call each other by our first names, right?”

Boyfriend?

Was… Was he…

Was he the one who told his gang you’re dating?

“I missed you, baby.” He murmurs, leaning down and pecking your neck. 

He doesn’t seem to note how you’re trembling now.

“Stop.” 

Uvogin simply gets closer. He doesn’t touch you, but he crosses his arms smirking as he leans against the sofa’s frame.

“Stop,” You repeat, trying to push Nobunaga harder off of you.

It’s not an order either of them recognize, so Uvogin continues to stare and Nobunaga continues to kiss your body.

“Stop!” Your tone makes Uvogin slightly shift. He frowns and his arms uncross. 

He takes a few steps towards you. 

“Nobunaga.” Uvogin’s voice is cold now, like how it was when you were about to get off the bus. You freeze. Nobunaga doesn’t stop – he doesn’t even look at Uvogin. “Nobunaga.”

“Stop, Haz-”

“Watch it.” Uvogin glares at you. “It’s ‘Nobunaga’ for you.”

He’s not… He’s not going to help you?

“Yeah.” Nobunaga agrees, pulling you further into his embrace.

“Let go of me!” You snap and push harder than you did before – and manage to finally ply him off of you.

Nobunaga stares down at you. He is now still. He doesn’t blink. His smile has slightly faded, but it is still there. There are subtle movements in his hands. His fingers are curled up. They want to grab something again.

They want to grab you.

“Don’t joke around like that, princess,” Nobunaga finally says, taking a few steps too close to you. “Not many guys are willing to forgive their girl for pushing them away like that. You almost screamed my ears off.”

“I’m not joking!”

“You are.” Uvogin interrupts, stomping his feet. “You are and I am starting to get annoyed. What about you, Nobu?”

“I’m just here to give notes Lucilfer told me to give to Hazama! I’m not here for anything else.”

Nobunaga’s gaze lingers on your backpack for a few silent moments after you say that. “Really… nothing else?” 

“No, she’s here to cheer you up, Nobu,” Uvogin says, attempting to give a warm smile to his best friend. “She’s… just shy.”

The glare he gives you when Nobunaga’s eyes aren’t on him makes you feel like you are about to see God.

“...Right, [First]?”

You don’t respond right away, but Nobunaga does. He giddily smiles like a child on Christmas morning.

“Oh, you!”

He hugs you – his skin feels akin to slime and his hair clings onto your neck in little bunches. You feel unbrushed knots and his heart beating fast with adrenaline. When your own heart mimics the motion, Nobunaga thinks you are simply being shy – Uvogin had once again fed his delusions.

“She brought you the notes you missed. Even wrote a few cute lines in the blank spots.” Uvogin smirks as you look at him in horror. “She wanted me to come with her. Was anxious about missing your bus stop, sweet thing.”

He walks over to your backpack and grips onto the zipper. You attempt to stop him, walking a bit forward and trying to raise your hand, but Nobunaga’s grip is too strong. Within only a few seconds, the stack of notebooks Chrollo had given you is in Uvogin’s hands. He opens a page and starts reading aloud the cute notes someone else had written.

“Go get them, tiger.” 

He turns to another page. 

“Don’t die on me now.”

Then another.

“Remember one plus one?”

Then another.

“A whole bunch of hearts here…”

He then turns to a section you hadn’t looked at before – the back page.

“With lots of love, your one and only girlfriend [First].”

Oh shit. Oh shit.

Did his gang set you up?

…They did. They did.

This is bad. So very bad.

“I never-”

“Stop being so shy with your boyfriend, [First].”

“Why are you being so difficult?” Nobunaga asks, slightly frowning as you protest.

You have to get out of here – fast. If you distract them enough, maybe you’ll be able to make it outside. But they’re faster than you, just better overall when it comes to physicality-

Uvogin’s hand rests on your shoulder, silencing any thoughts or ideas he does not approve of.

“I know what she wants.”

“Huh?” You and Nobunaga ask simultaneously with two distinctly different tones.

It then dawns on both of you what he means – because his shirt is tossed on the couch before you can even take a step toward the front door.

“I know what she wants.” Uvogin repeats.

He wants nothing more than to put you on your knees as he unzips his pants and as Nobunaga keeps you down. He wants nothing more than for Nobunaga afterward to have a turn – or he could go first if he wishes. One of his fingers and one of Nobunaga’s own will be forced into you after your own clothes are discarded. Two tongues will slather all over your pussy like thirsty dogs – and after a few pictures are taken you’ll stay the night with Nobunaga while he makes his way to tell Chrollo that his idea was a success.

“I really couldn’t have done it without you, boss.”

-You try to scream and Nobunaga’s hand muffles your mouth’s cries.

“Don’t go being such a brat,” Uvogin continues, “When all you really want are two bodies to love on you.”

Your arms are grabbed and you are dragged up the stairs.

In a last attempt to get out of here, your legs spread out on the stairs and kick around at Nobunaga – but the fight is short-lived because they thump so roughly with each wooden step and it hurts; Nobunaga makes a note to finally get rid of any rotten oak once you leave.

The bedroom isn’t as spacious as Uvogin had hoped. Clothes were scattered all over the place already; most Nobunaga’s but others were clearly from past flings or some of yours that he had managed to steal. Your dorm was nicer despite it being the same size as the bedroom and your bed being even smaller. But at least yours had a frame and covers.

Maybe later Uvogin will stop by to see you crying yourself to sleep and to take some trophies.

Your white panties were a favorite of his, but Uvogin wouldn’t mind a little bit of change in his collection. A few bras perhaps or a few black thongs. He hopes for whole lingerie sets, but he knows it will only happen if he is lucky that particular evening.

Uvogin sits on the bed first. He thinks about pulling on your hair to make you sit on the dirty floor, but he dismisses the idea. That would be hurting you more than he has to and Nobunaga would be upset at him inevitably having long strands on his palm.

“Hey Nobu,” He says, unzipping his pants and boxers as he quickly tugs them both down to his ankles. “Make sure she’s comfy as we do this, okay?”

It took a while for you to stop crying after that. It took a while for you to do a lot of things Uvogin and Nobunaga wanted you to do. It took a while for you to take just the tip of Uvogin’s penis. Nobunaga had told Uvogin to take it slow when you had finally clamped your lips around him.

“It’s her first time, Uvo – be gentle, okay?”

Uvogin almost laughed at the irony he managed to leave unsaid.

He didn’t want Nobunaga to get upset with all the information he had attained while stalking you for months. You were supposed to just be his little secret he pinned down once in a while, but then Nobunaga just so happened to share a few classes with you.

He fell for you too. Uvogin had never felt any negative emotion for Nobunaga ever over their years-long friendship, but the slight tinge of envy he possessed the moment he found out could almost count.

Oh well, he thinks. I still have pictures of you that he does not. Pictures I would rather not have him see and you probably don’t either.

Just for future reference in case you acted up too much, though Uvogin could always take the more physical route.

Though once again he remembers that Nobunaga is in the picture now. Though their bond is as strong as forged steel, he knows that his friend has always been a bit too controlling when it comes to what he has and loves.

Whether that be simple instant ramen or expensive bottles of brandy, Nobunaga has always had a habit of stowing his possessions away where no one can even look at them.

Uvogin understands although Nobunaga had said nothing about you being something to own. Uvogin understands because he sees how he looks at you.

It’s not disgust he feels. It’s something much less potent, but he cannot put his finger on the exact word. Machi had described it perfectly once when they were all in their mid-teenage years.

He doesn’t bother to remember right now.

You are more important.

You look prettier than he had ever seen you – precum is leaking a little from your lips as little noises come out of them too.

Please. Please.

Please.

You’re not in tears right now.

Uvogin is glad. You in makeup is nice to look at, but he knows that since it is absolutely pouring outside you didn’t want to put some on. Either for that reason or because you knew that Nobunaga was just a friend, despite what Nobunaga in return has told the Troupe. It’s cute, really.

Maybe later he can pull this when he inevitably breaks into your dorm or even in a study room in the university’s library. You’ll have makeup on when you feel like it or when he forces you to. He can ask Pakunoda about how to apply mascara and stuff. She’ll teach him. As a bonus, she won’t tease him like Shalnark does daily.

Thinking more about the idea, Uvogin makes the mistake of letting go of your face.

You cough louder than he had expected. Your spit is now all over the wooden floor Nobunaga has to clean up later. The floors are water resistant. But not waterproof. Uvogin has to remember that there is in fact a difference. Hopefully, it won’t stain and rot like the stairs did, but if it does Uvogin wouldn’t mind paying for the damages.

He wouldn’t mind paying you to keep silent about this too – or he’ll make the cops silent if it came down to it.

“Oh,” Nobunaga rubs your arched back as you squirm and saliva runs down from your clearly sore jaw. He sounds disappointed, but trying not to let it show. It’s not successful. Every person Nobunaga has ever crossed can read him like a book, not that Nobunaga knows about it. Or maybe he does and just doesn’t want to admit it. “You spat it all up. Didn’t wanna swallow it?”

You don’t respond. Uvogin is getting used to that by now. Not Nobunaga though.

“Shh… it’s okay.” Nobunaga senses your distress but thinks it is just shyness. Uvogin is getting used to that too. “It’s okay… you did such a great job.”

“Home,” You choke out. “Please… let me go home now…”

“What are you talking about, sweetheart?” Nobunaga asks, turning his head a little. “We’re not done here.”

“Please… Please, I-”

“Shh.” Uvogin interrupts. Now it is his turn to play the good guy here. “Nobu still hasn’t had his turn, remember? Thankfully he won’t use your mouth.”

A blend of hope and fright is in your gaze. Uvogin didn’t have to get used to that one. He has seen it too many times with all sorts of people. Chrollo loves that look. Feitan loves it too. Maybe their partners’ eyes are like that as well. A ginger-haired girl avoids Chrollo like the plague and Uvogin hasn’t seen that look particularly on her. Apparently, she does in fact beg him for things. With how prideful she acts, Uvogin would pay money to see that.

“He’ll use his,” Uvogin says. He stands up, zipping his pants back to how they used to be. There are a few white stains here and there, but nothing the laundromat wouldn’t fix. “Then you can go home. Okay, princess?”

You’ll get used to this, Uvogin thought to himself. Everyone gets used to things. Even death.

[boizandgurlzinthehouse]

𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐁*𝐓𝐂𝐇 ; 𝐆𝐔𝐍-𝐖𝐎𝐎 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐕. 𝐍𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 '𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑.

summary: sometimes it's hard to deal with how fast the night changes... and how memories are used and coming back again and again.

wordcount: 5.096k (i got carried away, but it felt right to write this much uwu)

tw: swearing, angst (bad memories), crying, anxiety (attack?), badly written anxiety rambling, blood, otherwise than that it's fluff and comfort

author's note: nothing, just enjoy it girlies &lt;3

part 1 part 2 part 3 playlist!!

on the way to the bookstore, the trio was silent. woo-jin sat beside gun-woo, y/n sat opposite them. whenever the girl looked at one of them, they looked away. fiddling with her fingers, she also looked out the bus’ window. were they really bad for intervening when yang jae-myeong and his gang beat that man? yeah, because they fucked up the plan. but at the same time… y/n didn’t feel actual guilt. everytime she got into danger when she was little, her father didn’t beat her and said that if she ever gets into trouble like that, he’ll beat her. he always said that it’s alright if someone’s alive. that’s what's important. they can think about the other problems later. 

tonight, they saved a man’s life. sure, the plan was blown, but they can always make new ones. 

otherwise, should they let the homeless man die? maybe hyeon-ju is good at stalking and good with the stuff she did until now, but she never got into this situation. 

getting off of the bus, they only looked at each other. before they could go down to the bookstore, y/n stopped them, taking off the mask. 

“listen, guys… maybe it wasn’t a good idea to do this. and since the two of you are in need of money, and i’m the new one, if hyeon-ju wants to kick you two out, i’m gonna say that this was my idea.”

“you can’t do this. this is your purpose just the same as ours!” woo-jin protested. y/n shrugged her shoulders. 

“i will find another way. it was too good to be true anyways. your jobs are more important.” 

“we’ll figure it out, don’t worry.” gun-woo replied, as they get in. 

before they stepped in on the door, y/n muttered. 

“let things be as they should be.” 

hyeon-ju was fuming, as she thought. she tried not to become pissed too fast, but she didn’t know what the other girl’s first words would be. as she sat on the couch, she didn’t even let them get into place. 

“don’t sit. this will be quick.” she said as woo-jin tried to pull out the chair. y/n gulped. “did you fight him?” 

“it was unavoidable.” woo-jin replied. 

“we can’t work together. what? isn’t it obvious?” she continued, when the three looked at each other. 

“we gave you a sincere apology.” 

“i don’t need an apology!” hyeon-ju snapped. 

“but that man needed an ambulance.” said y/n, leaning on one of the shelves. hyeon-ju looked at her, then at the boys again. she stood up. 

“yang jae-myeong saw your faces, didn’t he? my plan was to tail him and gather evidence quietly. now, that he knows someone is following his tail, he’ll lie low. therefore, my plan is ruined!” 

“we wore caps and masks, he couldn't have seen our faces.” 

“right, since you covered your face, there’s no way he’d recognize you.” hyeon-ju’s tone was sneaking higher and higher with malice. “since this shitty hair was covered, he wouldn't recognize you!” hyeon-ju touched woo-jin’s hair. okay, his hair was a little unruly, but it fitted him well. “and y/n’s unusual hair! fuck, i’d recognize you from a mile away!” 

y/n scratched her eyebrows, trying to smooth the wrinkles on her forehead. 

“what are you doing? get out.” 

hearing these words, she pushed herself away from the wood. “listen, hyeon-ju, it was my idea. you can kick me out, but not them.” 

“oh, so you’re protecting them now? or what the fuck?” 

“i’m saying… that when the gang was beating that guy, it was my idea that we should protect him. i was the one who said that we would go there, and i was the one who kicked out the knife from yang jae-myeong’s hand.” she pursued, as she walked in front of the girl. her expressions held no anger, no hatred. it just held simplicity. 

“and what should i do with this information?” hyeon-ju growled. 

“seriously, i don’t know. do what you want, i don’t want to tell you, because you probably wouldn’t listen to me. but you also can’t forget that this was our first mission. at every mission, mistakes are almost common. we can always make other plans. not to mention that gun-woo, woo-jin and i never did shit like this, and you weren’t there, so you can’t judge the situation just because you think we are losers.” 

there was silence for a couple of seconds. y/n tried to hope that she would think about what she said, but the response was simply cruel. 

“the loss of your father, or your hope for revenge did this with you to say this?” 

the air in her throat stopped. her pupils dilated, and felt like those words got her heart into a fist. licking her lips, she didn’t know what to say. this was her biggest secret, and this girl just bragged about it like it was some simple topic like the weather. she didn’t want to look at woo-jin, especially not gun-woo, and felt like the ceiling of the bookstore’s gonna fall on her. she tried not to breath heavily, tried not to get tears into her eyes. and she didn’t want anyone to know about this. hell, nobody even knows this except for sir choi and his father’s friends. breathing in, trying to calm herself, she didn’t want to be here anymore. she didn’t want to be in a place where the biggest loss of her life was turned against her. smiling sadly and in the way disgraced people did it, she bit her lip, then let it go. 

“you know what, hyeon-ju? you have no right to dig into my past, under any circumstances. i tried to be kind and helpful to you, but i’m not gonna mince words, so it’s good for you if you know that after this, you deserve everything if your plan doesn’t work out.” 

when she was done, she threw onto the couch the hat that was given to her. storming out, gun-woo tried to stop her, but she softly pulled his hand away. 

y/n walked out hurriedly, wiping the tears away, not giving them the chance to run out. how could she do this? how could she use this against her? her memories were coming back to her. blood. fear. slicing sounds through meat. through organs. through the heart. through the mattress she lied under, the edge of the sword stopped right above her chest. gathering wetness of the blood, dark red pools crossing each other, becoming one big puddle. some of the blood dropping on her nose, her face, her eyelids. 

“no… no, no, no, no…” she whispered, holding her face in the hope that there won’t be more and more new ones. she had no right to do this. she had no right. she was cruel, she was evil, she wanted to get under her skin and she let her! but how could she not? 

[ 𝐆𝐔𝐍-𝐖𝐎𝐎'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ]

after telling hyeon-ju what he wanted to say, he and woo-jin stepped out of the door. he worried about his job, the hundred million won loan that he took, and how he’s gonna pay it back, his mother, and the whole smile capital thing. he was tired and hungry, and y/n was there too beside his concerns. her words echoed in his head. 

“i’ll find some other place. don’t worry too much.” woo-jin’s words were loud in the silent hallway. 

“i’m sorry… i couldn’t hold back.” he said as woo-jin hugged him with one arm. 

“you held back better than i did. and how y/n did. nevertheless, maybe i'd have lashed out too if hyeon-ju pointed out the vulnerable parts of my life.” 

“i don’t know why she had to do this. y/n even assumed that she was the one who ruined the plan. she lied for us…”

“i don’t know man, i don’t understand girls. but y/n were harsh too. even if you can save our job, hyeon-ju is sure as hell won’t call y/n back.” 

“you think?” gun-woo asked. woo-jin tiredly sighed. 

“i guess so. are you hungry? let’s go to this hangover soup place i know. oh, wait a second” he took of his arm from gun-woo’s shoulder. “, it’s probably closed because of covid. it’s past ten.” 

gun-woo’s stomach churned. it hurt damn much. it was afternoon when they ate, but so much has happened since then. 

“that just made me more hungry.” he said, bending a little bit to ease the ache in his tummy. 

“i forgot.” 

“my stomach hurts,” he told woo-jin. 

“hey, it’s not my fault they’re closed because of covid.”

“but it’s your fault for bringing it up.” 

“you couldn’t hold yourself back with hyeon-ju just now!”

“you said that i did a good job.” gun-woo disagreed. 

“i said that because you were moping like a loser!” 

“i wasn't moping like a loser!” 

woo-jin’s expression began to crease. 

“i wasn’t moping like a loser”, he babbled. clearly wanted to imitate gun-woo. 

“what are you doing now?” 

i’m imitating you, loser.” woo-jin replied as he continued to babble. “man, i’m hungry. my stomach hurts.” it hurt gun-woo more than hunger. 

“wow… you’re so ugly.” 

“how could you joke like that?” 

“what? i wasn’t joking. i’m being serious.” 

before woo-jin could argue longer, they heard soft sniffles. 

“did you hear that too?” gun-woo asked. woo-jin nodded, as they tried to look into the direction of the noise. it was dark, and they saw nobody. “what if it’s y/n?” 

“let’s get a look.” woo-jin muttered, as they began to follow the sound. it was truly y/n, sitting on a bench, her shoulders shaking, hugging herself. every cry was louder than the other. gun-woo looked at woo-jin, and without a word, they understood each other. stepping slowly closer to her, when gun-woo was at the other end of the bench, he softly asked. 

“is everything okay, y/n?” 

“idiot, she just cries out her soul!” woo-jin scolded him, and y/n slowly shook her head. she seemed so vulnerable. nothing like he know before this. she wasn’t the girl who stood proudly, she wasn’t the cool bartender, she wasn’t the girl who wanted to punch woo-jin the first time they met. she was little and hurt. it was hard to miss that her whole body was quivering, her hands before her face. sitting beside her, he tried to touch her, but didn’t know where to do it. hands? she would be too scared. back? it’s pressed to the back of the bench. it was easier to hug her body. gun-woo gulped, and at a slow pace, he reached his arm around her, pulling her into his embrace. without a word, y/n leaned into his chest, laying her hands on his chest beside her face, trying to wipe her tears. she was warm, and her hair softly brushed to gun-woo’s chin. her soft, but fast breaths fanned against his jacket. 

“i’m… i’m so sorry, i’m sorry… i fucked up, i’m the cause of your failure… i, i didn’t want that, i’m so sorry, i didn’t want to mess up…” she hyperventilated, sometimes pressing her lips together to suppress the whines that escaped her mouth. 

“it’s okay, y/n. it’s okay. don’t worry.” 

“no, it’s not… it’s not okay… i’m sorry i got angry, i’m sorry for what i said and what i did… i…” y/n’s voice got hoarse, she was repeating the same sentences again. “...i just got scared that she knows about it, i was scared that she’s gonna use it against me… i just felt so horrible, i’m so sorry…” 

gun-woo peered at woo-jin. what to do now? 

“you don’t have to be sorry about anything. you said those things because… you felt like you had to say them. i don’t know what happened to you, but me and woo-jin gonna help you. right, woo-jin?” 

“yes, absolutely.” woo-jin seemed to be a little bit… scared? for a couple of minutes, they sat in silence. y/n’s fast breaths began to slow down, and her body wasn’t trembling that hard now.

“i’m sorry for everything i said… you just wanted to help.”

“y/n, don’t worry about this. really. we’re gonna figure out something. i am sure about it, and i know that you are too.”

the girl slowly breathed in, looking up at him. some tears were dried on her face, the mascara was running low to her lips; even down to her neck. her lips were chapped from the bites, some locks of her hair were sticking to her face. wiping her eyes to see clear, she nodded. 

“thank you, gun-woo. i’m sorry but i have to go now… work doesn’t make an exception for girls who chase criminals at night.” 

when she stood up, gun-woo knew that he didn’t want her to go home alone. sure she was a good fighter, but in this state, even a hit on the head could knock her out. not to say that they were far away from yeongsan. 

“can we escort you home? it’s dangerous to go alone, and you sure are hungry.” 

y/n nodded, and when she held gun-woo’s hand to pull him up, the boy’s stomach grumbled. 

“are you two hungry? we can go to mine, i have some instant noodles.” 

“no, we don’t… we wanted to eat somewhere anyway.”

looking at her phone, y/n huffed. 

“everything’s closed, gun-woo. it’s past ten.” 

“that’s what i was telling him too!” woo-jin said, y/n let out a little giggle. 

“let’s go to mine. come on, i’m hungry, you’re hungry, we’re all hungry.” 

[ 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐏 ]

arriving to y/n’s rent, it was peaceful. she lived on the eighth floor, the highest level of the row house. it had a little terrace, only to place some plants on the floor and to smoke a cigarette while standing. the living room was smaller than in gun-woo’s apartment, there was only two doors, one for the restroom, one for the bedroom. the walls were filled with photos and plants, and some weird clocks. 

“your house is very cool, y/n!” woo-jin said as y/n locked the door. 

“thanks. it was a pain in the ass to convince my landlord to have some plants here. sit down, watch some tv while i make the food, okay? make yourself comfortable!” she replied as she took off her shoes, going to the kitchen. picking out leftover kimchi from the fridge, she searched for the ramen in the lower drawer on the left. 

“can i help?” gun-woo asked from aside, while y/n picked out four packs of noodles. 

“only if you want. do you prefer not spicy, medium spicy or very spicy?” she asked, as she showed them the flavors. 

“it doesn’t matter. but i like medium spicy most.” he said, making y/n smile. 

“then medium spicy it is. can you give me the wooden spoon? it’s on the right side, above the bigger drawers.” 

“sure,” gun-woo said as he placed it on the counter. 

“do you want anything? go back and watch tv! it will be ready in minutes.” y/n said to him. gun-woo leaned to the counter. 

“i just want to help you. it’s you, inviting us dinner after all.”

“it’s nothing. i don’t have guests that often. it’s good to have someone here, to fill up the rooms with life. salt, please, above you.” 

“i don’t have many friends either. i mean, i don’t know how many friends you have… but i’m not a wordsmith.”

“you don’t have to talk much to have friends. friendships aren’t about talking. it’s about trust and the peaceful understanding of each other. it doesn’t have to be loud. my love for my parents wasn't loud either.” the girl replied as she began to stir the noodles. 

just as holding her hand, gun-woo found comfort in her words. only if she knew that he thinks the same way. maybe that’s why he wasn’t good with his ex-girlfriend. she always wanted loud confessions and high volume dates and occasions, and he couldn’t give it to her. for a long time, he thought that he was wrong for not stepping out from his shell. he already felt these things that y/n said, but never could form it into words so good like her. 

“you are too good with words.” he said, getting y/n knitted eyebrows. 

“me? how so?” 

“you don’t talk too much, but you always say something that has a meaning. of course i like woo-jin, he talks a lot and makes good jokes. i feel like he can speak on my behalf too, and this makes things easier.” 

“did you get to know him in the marine?” 

“no, after a championship. he lost against me, and i invited him to eat. then it turned out that we both served in the marine. it was before my mother assumed the loan.”

“i get it.” y/n said, then tilting her head, she leaned to the counter. “you don’t have to answer this question, but what is that band-aid on your face?” 

“oh, this?” gun-woo asked, and maybe, he blushed a little bit. “it’s… an injury that the boss of the smile capital gave me.” he began to uncover the scar. y/n’s lips tightened. 

“oh my sweet jesus… how did he do this?” she muttered as she looked at it.  

“at one night, i was talking to my mother on the phone. i wanted to help her close the coffee shop she owns, but when she called me, her voice was frightened and scared. she asked me where i am, and that some strange men were standing outside. when she tried to say something, the glass of the coffee shop was broken with a brick, and she began to scream. she was so scared… i’ve never seen her so scared. i ran to her, and fought the guys who destroyed the place. then… that man came, and another… he was stronger than anybody else i ever knew. he was like a mountain, stronger, taller. he beat me up real bad. and then, the president of smile capital crouched over me, and… well, he did this to my face. he has one, too.”

“one what?” 

“a scar like this.” 

“oh, yeah, i get it… it’s horrible. it’s so fucked up they beat up little men to get stronger. they should make a pass with the same weighted groups as them.” y/n whispered. “does it hurt?” she looked from closer, reaching out her fingers to imagine how it could feel under her touch. gun-woo gulped and shook his head. 

“no. only a little, when i touch it.” y/n pulled back her hand. the boiled water behind them almost ran out from the pot, making y/n jump back, turning around. “oh, shit, the noodles! okay, they’re not so spongy… woo-jin, come! dinner is ready!” 

after setting the table, during dinner, the trio barely talked to each other, mostly complimenting the food y/n made. she told them again and again that it’s just instant food, but the guys ate like they haven't been eating for three days. boys, y/n thought as she saw gun-woo pushing another big bite into his mouth. his cheeks puffed out as he chewed the noodle. y/n smiled, and got back to eating. after finishing the food, they helped to clean the table and packed the dirty bowls into the washing machine. 

gun-woo stepped to the door to put on his shoes. he looked on the clock, it was almost midnight. oh no… the buses weren’t working anymore today, the earliest time is three a.m. how could he ask y/n to sleep here? and woo-jin? they only agreed about dinner, not sleeping here! 

“oh, shit! look at the time!” thanks, woo-jin, he thought as he stepped beside him. “i live over the bridge, it’s at least an hour to get home…”

“woo-jin, we can’t take advantage of y/n’s hospitality. you’ll survive the little walk.” 

“but i’m soooo tired…” he yawned, and this time, he was right. gun-woo also had to suppress a yawn several times as he ate. 

“yeah, me too… but it’s not that we agreed on.” he whispered, as he continued to pick up his other shoe. when he wanted to open the door, y/n appeared beside the hallway wall. 

“what are you doing?” she asked, and she yawned too. 

“going home…?” gun-woo said, looking and woo-jin. y/n shook her head. 

“but the buses aren’t working today anymore… shit, it’s almost midnight?” she almost repeated woo-jin’s words. 

“yeah… but we’re gonna walk a little bit.” 

“if you walk home, you’re not gonna get home even at two in the morning.” y/n told them, scratching her neck. “i don’t want to tell you what to do, but… if you're just the same as me, then sleep here. i won’t mind.” 

woo-jin looked at gun-woo, smiling a little bit. 

“okay, then… we’re sleeping here, if you really, really don’t mind.” 

y/n shook her head. 

“i’ll get you two towels. i’m showering first!” 

getting out from his shoes again, gun-woo looked at woo-jin. 

“the couch is mine.” the other stated, making gun-woo protest immediately. 

“no, no! we’re both sleeping on the couch!” woo-jin sighed, and made gun-woo sit down on the couch. he looked like he’s gonna give a speech to him, like a proud father. 

“listen, gun-woo… i think you haven’t been in situations like these. when you get to know a girl, you gon dates with her, doing cute things, speaking about things she likes, or you just listen to her. because girls like to brag about anything! they love to hear their own voice.” 

“but y/n doesn’t brag. and she’s not into me, and… i don’t want to take advantage of her. she does it because she has a good heart. she could easily kick us out to the streets.” 

“no, no, no! you don’t get what i talk about! y/n wants us… wants you to stay because she likes you!” 

“okay, but that doesn’t mean that we gotta do anything. she’s also vulnerable, don’t you remember how she cried? i don’t want to disturb her feelings with this.”

“i didn’t say that you have to have sex with her! i just said, that… maybe if you said some reassuring words to her… and give her comfort… she’d feel that you are the one for him.” 

“i did this too earlier, without any secret motive.” gun-woo replied. he was confused, does anyone have to do this in the favor of getting something? gross. woo-jin rolled his eyes. 

“damn, you are too good with people. just don’t be a nice guy, but you have an awesome face, so it won’t be a problem. then just do the same things you did before, and everything will be fine. not to mention that it was so sloppy when you held hands, like in some movie!” 

“i don’t know why i did it! but i surely wouldn't hold your hand, if you sleep calmer with this information.” gun-woo replied. 

“okay, i’m relieved. but still, if things are going the right way… y/n sure has protection. and don’t do it too loud!” woo-jin laughed as he slapped gun-woo’s shoulder. 

“did i tell you that you are sloppy and cheeky sometimes? or do you already know it?” he asked with a bored face. 

“it hurt a little bit. but you were savage now! i liked it. keep it up! fighting!” 

yeah, fighting. fighting for not getting a heart attack from sleeping near to y/n. 

[ 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐏 ]

after showering, gun-woo wore the same clothes he wore today. he waited for y/n to turn up, and she did, with a headband on his hair. she jumped a little bit when she noticed him. 

“oh, gun-woo, you almost scared me! what’s up?” she asked as she hung her towel, picking out a tube from the top of her drawer. sitting to the mirror, she began to cream her face. 

“woo-jin… said that he doesn’t like to sleep with somebody else beside him. so… if you could give me some blankets, then i’d sleep on the floor in the living room.” 

y/n looked at him, half of her was white. gun-woo imagined that what if that’s what he could see every night… if they lived together. he slapped himself in his mind, don’t do this now! she’s just a good friend. and she’s still vulnerable. 

“are you crazy?” 

“no… i’m not. why?” 

“sleeping on the floor will give you sore muscles. uhm, i don’t know… maybe we could sleep together in my bed?” she offered. gun-woo hoped that his face wasn’t as red as a tomato. 

“no, i… i just sleep on the floor… don’t worry, you are already so kind for letting us sleep here.” 

“gun-woo, i don’t want to press you into anything, but after this day, i think we all deserve to sleep somewhere comfy. and look, my bed is big enough!” she said as she pointed to the bed. gun-woo looked around the room; there were pictures on the wall as in the hallway and the living room, and some personal stuff like her brush, some make-up stuff or a couple of little mirrors stood on the drawer. her bed was really big, it almost covered the rear side of the room, with a window on the side. it was lovely. 

“okay, if that’s really alright with you… but wake me up anytime at night if you don’t want me to sleep here.” 

y/n smiled and nodded. 

“okay.” 

getting into bed, gun-woo offered to sleep on the inner side, just in case if y/n wanted to get some water or anything else. as they laid down, y/n’s face was in front of him. his heart was hammering in his chest. he didn’t even remember when he was this close to somebody, and y/n was beautiful. simply beautiful, without makeup too. her face was calm, and she was softly breathing. in the dark, he only could make out the lines of her expressions. 

“y/n?” 

“yeah?” 

“i’m sorry for what hyeon-ju said today. and i hope that you are okay now.” 

“don’t worry, i’m fine. sometimes memories come back, but i’m kinda used to it. it was good when you hugged me. it calmed me down much earlier. thank you.” 

“you don’t need to thank me.” 

“but i have to. i’m glad that i’ve met you and woo-jin. it’s the best thing that has happened to me in a long time.” 

“seriously? you seemed so cool when we first saw you. like you didn’t need anybody to live your life.” 

“just because i don’t express emotions… well, i think i needed some new things. but that’s my problem, sometimes i don’t even know what i feel. it’s easier to feel nothing than to be overwhelmed by ignorance. but wait, what did you think about me when we first met?” 

“why do you ask that?” 

“i don’t know. it’s interesting to me what people think about me first.” 

“okay… well, you seemed to be the coolest girl i’ve ever known. you seemed powerful, and though. somebody who i wanted to know but if i didn’t have the motivation or the cause, i’ve never dared to accost. and you seemed mysterious. i don’t know why, but when you talked about the things you live through everyday, i knew that you know more than me or woo-jin, or anybody else in our generation about life. you see people wither, you see their pain… and you continue to work there. i know you surely could get another job if you wanted, but… i think you need this pain.” 

“for what?”

“to suppress another one. i’m sorry, i didn’t want to bring it up again. it’s just a guess.” 

“that’s fine, i won’t cry anymore tonight. it was just weird for me, to hear these things from a mere stranger.” 

“i know. it would be hard for anyone. and… what was i like when you first saw me?” 

“oh, so you’re curious now… i like this. well, well… where to begin… i thought you were loyal and brave. braver than anyone. and the way you talked or bent in front of me showed me that you had respect for everyone. and a good heart. the way you talked, it was calm, but on the other side, you seemed digressive and someone who was riddled with desire to act. to do something, to solve problems. you have a kind of fire in your heart, and that fire burns through everything. that makes you unstoppable. and i see these attributes in you now too.” 

gun-woo smiled with full lips, he hoped that y/n smiled too. the compliments shoot to his heart, overflowing it with something that was beyond happiness or wholeness. he heard how she delicately yawned, her soft breath fanning his neck. was she that close to him? he didn’t mind it anyway. he felt happy, happier than ever in the last few weeks and days. and thinking about the whole father-thing, maybe it was bizarre, however, they each lost their father… but they gained a new person in their lives. someone who could fill the gaping holes in their hearts. 

“i am very tired now, gun-woo. good night. and thanks for everything. i hope you sleep well.” 

“good night to you too, y/n.”

when he closed his eyes, he felt a little movement, and then heard a creak. what– something warm on his cheek. something warm and soft, feeling like… lips? 

did y/n just kiss his cheek? 

[ 𝐘/𝐍'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ]

maybe it was rash and random, and maybe that’s why she turned away from him. this day was so weird, and a lot of things happened… but having gun-woo here felt like she was at a safe place again. 

like she was at home again. in her mother’s embrace, under the blankets, with the heating bottle, in utter peace. 

she didn’t know why she did this. and she didn’t want to know what could be gun-woo’s reaction. she just wanted to sleep. 

and maybe it was too rushed, she only knew him for two days, and gun-woo was too good for her… but maybe she fell a little in love with him. 

𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃.

author's note: on 8-9-10 of july I'll be on holiday (probably the only one in this sumer cdjksfnjks) so it's not so sure I'm gonna upload so fast, but this part is nearly twice as long as the previous ones so i hope you enjoyed uwu

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the gang on a road trip :3

i love this request sm!! LETS GO👇

ponyboy:

i feel like he’d try to read but when they’re all in the stupid MINI VAN TOGETHER HE CANNOT GET PEACE

also like reading on a drive can kinda make you carsick

and pony seems the type to get carsick i’m sorry😭💀

BUT i myself get carsick so it’s not bullying🫶

anyways he’s probably chill until someone mentions playing some roadtrip game like I Spy or smth LMAO

he seems the type to get actually triggered and annoyed during that game cause people *cough* dally *cough* choose stupid stuff (more on this later🙏)

johnny:

probably sleep or smth low maintenance

i just feel like johnny doesn’t need constant attention to feel appreciated yk

anyways he’d also just seem the type to carry on a goofy convo throughout the drive

like just RANDOM and it lasts for like hours LMAOO

people probably voluntold him to sit in the middle seat 😔😭

sodapop:

he the type of kid to yell the most random stuff out of context in the back of the bus😭😭😭

so that kinda translates to this

his brain goes like a billion miles per hour so if you aren’t steve or two bit chances are you don’t even know what they’re doing at this point

finds ANY source of entertainment

usually bothers darry with steve LMAOO

darry:

darry drives cause no one else is trusted😔

maybe lets steve drive cause who else is gonna take over at night🧐

DALLY? AW HELL NAH

anyways he drives and definitely gives the annoyed dad

like

”if someone kicks my seat ONE MORE TIME IM TURNING THIS CAR RIGHT BACK AROUND”

and then everyone’s good til dal loses a game of travel uno and punches his seat out of anger

and everyone goes quiet like 😟

and darry’s tweaking but ITS OK THEY STILL MAKE IT

dally:

rides shotgun

just a menace honestly

i feel like he dislikes being cooped up and bc of that he just is even more of a jerk

like pony thought itd be fun to play i spy and dally’s like “what a stupid game 🙄”

and then says “i see something….blue”

and everyone’s like “uhh the sky”

and just guessing EVERYTHING and dals like

“nope😼”

eventually he says “it’s the blood in everyone’s veins rn😀because blood is actually blue before it hits the air and oxidizes and then it turns red🤷‍♂️🥰”

and everyone’s like 😐

and he is just like “well last week pony had a bio test and he wouldn’t SHUT UP ABOUT THAT FACT SO”

two-bit:

honestly just doesn’t stop. talking.

which is ok cause my guy is funny ASF

BUT for people on their last thread like darry he’s just like 😤

anyways two is just making fun of EVERYTHING

like isn’t it funny that pony’s seatbelt still has the child lock on it

and that dally is getting found out for actually caring about what people talk about (ie the random fact he remembers pony talking abt)

honestly a blast

he suggests a lot of games and lowk destroys

steve:

just goofs off w soda CONSTANTLY

which is really funny

i feel like we underestimate how funny they are together

probably talks abt cars the majority of the way there to no one in particular LMAO

it’s ok cause when the curtis car inevitably breaks down halfway there he goes into

MECHANIC MODE

and saves the day🫶🥰💞

TYSM FOR REQUESTING!! my requests are opennn🫶🫶

[coraniaid]

Buffy for the character asks?

General opinion/how much I care about them:  What can I say about Buffy Summers? When she was fifteen years old a representative of an ancient mystical order told her that she alone had the power to stop bad things from happening in the world, thereby confirming something she had hitherto only strongly suspected.  She had to keep a fundamental part of her life secret from the world for years but she never learned how to tell a convincing lie because she was too busy thinking up puns.  She had a 95th percentile SAT score despite mostly studying in between fighting vampires in a cemetery every night and cutting classes to sneak out of school and fight yet more vampires during the day.   All her favorite teachers died or never noticed she existed.  She is both a quintessential only child and somebody who would fight a god to save her annoying little sister.  She blackmailed the management of a fast food chain so that they would let her keep doing a minimum wage job she hated with co-workers whose last names she can’t remember.  She burned down her old high school gym and blamed it on mice and blew up her new high school library while she was at her graduation ceremony and she sunk her hometown into a giant hole in the desert and drove away in a school bus.  She died twice before she turned twenty-one.  She is one of my favorite fictional characters in any medium.

A ship I love: I didn’t really talk about why I love Fuffy in my Faith answer, so let me try now.

Of all of Buffy’s shadow selves, Faith is the one who spends the most time actually in her shadow.  She doesn’t get later character development that takes her in a different direction and makes her her own person; she didn’t start out as something else entirely and get reworked later when the plot required it.  She doesn’t even get the illusion of a family and moments of happiness, like Drusilla has in Season 2.  When Faith’s not hanging out with Buffy she’s sitting alone in her motel room or lying in a coma or counting down the months in jail.  She exists to be a version of Buffy who is not Buffy, who is worse than Buffy, who doesn’t have friends or family or any external support.  That’s really all she is.  And she knows it.  And she hates it.  How could she not?  “You get the Watcher, you get the Mom, you get the little Scooby gang … what do I get?”

Because Faith is Buffy – the part of Buffy who never came back after she ran away from home and got kicked out of school; the part who can admit to craving a little more than low-fat yogurt after a night patrolling; the part that never got to make friends with Xander and Willow in Season 1 and never had a Watcher who cared about her –  so on a fundamental level Fuffy is about Buffy accepting those suppressed and hidden angry parts of herself.  But it’s also about Faith accepting the forgotten and ignored parts of herself that are present in Buffy: the idea that she can be a hero, that there are people in the world who care about her, that there are people who she can trust.  It’s about asking what if all of the Season 3 subtext – Faith’s whole arc this season paralleling Angel’s a year ago, and “what are friends for?” and “It’s kind of a Slayer thing”, and Joyce marching in the Slayer Pride Parade – was text, and what if the show existed in a world where the characters could act on it?

And because of how Season 3 turns out, it’s also about Buffy and Faith forgiving themselves, and each other, for doing almost unforgivable things to each other.  Because there were never meant to be two of them, and they’ve never been able to tell each other what they mean, and because “kill me, you become me”, but she tried and it didn’t help.  And it’s about crappy presents and knives to the throat and forehead kisses and shared dreams and hopelessly entangled destinies.  It’s ”She could be terrified.  Maybe [...] she’s sorry and she’s alone” and “You think you matter, you think you’re a part of something, and then you get dumped” and “All my life there was one person who tried to be my friend” and “I tried so hard to help you and you spat on me” and “Willow said you needed me.  Didn’t really give it much thought.”

As much as I wish Faith was in Season 7 more, part of me is glad that this is all we got, because I really don’t think the show could ever have done all this justice. And the little we get is enough to make me a bit crazy.

A non-romantic relationship that I love: I already talked about Buffy and Willow, so I will try to subvert expectations a little here and go with Buffy and Giles.  Not the fandom version of their relationship I like to complain about where Giles is an uncomplicated Good Dad, but the messy and complicated and heartbreaking version where he just won’t allow himself to be that person.  

I mean, I think it’s very clear from the show that Giles really does care about Buffy far beyond the extent he is supposed to as a Watcher (he tries to go and fight the Master in her place! Even though he knows it would kill him!  Even though this is Season 1 of the show and we’ve not yet seen Giles fight a single vampire!) but that everything about his training and his past tells him that he shouldn’t.  Buffy cares about Giles a lot (“You can’t leave me, I can’t do this alone” / “it’s a little like having Mom back”) and it’s clear that she would really like Giles to be more involved in her life (she wants her Mom to invite him around for Christmas, she goes to his house for Thanksgiving, she tries so hard not to show how hurt she is when she confuses his attempts to be dispassionate with genuine disinterest) but Giles is convinced that he cannot be that sort of parental figure for Buffy and it would only hurt her if he tried, and so – by purposely distancing himself from her and not letting her get close to him– he ends up hurting her in exactly the way he fears.

And the tragedy is that I think Giles really does believe the line he keeps feeding Buffy about how important it is not to be “distracted” by “personal concerns”.  When Quentin Travers told him he had “a father’s love” for Buffy, Travers meant it as a rebuke – and that’s exactly how Giles takes it.  He thinks getting closer to Buffy would be bad for her!  He thinks by leaving her in Season 6 he is helping her become self-reliant and a better Slayer!  Of course he is wrong, but that’s what he thinks, and it is consistent with how he’s always thought.  It’s not character assassination or some unjust subversion of his previously established personality: it is a natural and predictable and awful thing for him to do.  And he does it because he cares about her and doesn’t know what to do about that!  He thinks she’s a much better person than he is (“she’s a hero, you see.  She’s not like us”) and he doesn’t want to bring her down to his level!  “If you care so much about [these people], why didn’t you leave town?” Ethan asked him in The Dark Age, and Giles didn’t have an answer!

The NOTP: Going to cheat a bit here (honestly, mostly because it feels a bit mean to keep picking on Xander at this point), and say that the ship I don’t like isn’t with a specific person but rather with an idea that I see applied to all sorts of ships.  Namely the idea – not supported at all by the text – that Buffy’s various romantic interests are Good People who teach Buffy important life lessons and make her a better person or protect her from the dangerous world around her.  I mean, sorry, but this is not how it works! This is a boring fantasy you have projected onto the show in place of what it was actually telling you.  The feminism of BtVS is paper-thin, but give it some credit!

In canon, Buffy absolutely does not learn from her boyfriends.  She does not rely on them for emotional support.  They all cause her more problems than they help her.  She rescues them.  She makes them better.  Honestly her boyfriends all kind of suck.  Because that’s her type!  She likes losers with no friends who are kind of obsessed about Buffy Summers! (Losers just like Faith!)

Buffy textually hates it when Angel talks down to her: we see repeatedly how furious she gets when he treats her “like a kid” or makes important decisions about their relationship on her behalf.  She doesn't mind physically upstaging Riley (“I was holding back a little”) and secretly likes it when he gets hurt because, to quote Dawn, “she says you look even cuter when you’re all weak and kitteny”. The iconic twin shots of Spike and Buffy in The Gift and After Life are deliberately staged so that Spike is looking up the stairs at Buffy and she is looking down at him (“you’re beneath me”, as she told him in Fool For Love).  And as she says later in Conversations With Dead People:  “Their opinions don’t matter.  They don’t know.  They haven’t been through what I’ve been through [...] I feel like I’m better than them.  Superior.”

So, you know, the preferred power balance is pretty explicit here! I don’t think the show is being excessively subtle. And yet people keep insisting that, oh no, Buffy learns a lot from her boyfriends, or that she can’t possibly cope without their support, or writing fanfics where they swoop in to town to rescue Buffy from trouble. But that is not who Buffy is!  She is not some unsophisticated naif or damsel in distress.  She would hate that so much!  Ship Buffy with whoever you want, but let her be Buffy!

… but also, yeah, rewatching the second season really reminded me how awful I’d have found Buffy/Xander and how glad I am that the show stops hinting at that after Becoming.  Sorry, Xander.  You can take solace in being … well, a loser with friends?

My biggest headcanon about them:  Some time after Chosen Buffy definitely goes back to college and gets that English degree she deserves.  I don’t want to think about Buffy living in a gloomy castle in Scotland and still being forever isolated from the world or about her becoming a cop with superpowers or whatever other nonsense the comics insist happens to her after the show ends.  I want her to be able to have some time off and read some poetry and make Willow jealous academically.

An idea for a fanfiction I would like to write/read about them: One day I will finish my Season 7 rewrite in which Drusilla is the Big Bad and Faith gets broken out of prison earlier and Amy and Willow get to have a proper resolution and Kennedy is another Slayer from the start and Marcie and Ethan come back for cameos and people remember that Jesse and Kendra ever existed and Dawn actually gets something to do.  But first I will probably have to start writing it.

Something that makes me think of them: Nothing makes me think of Buffy.  I choose to be like this (for some reason).

[therummonster]

Okay question, would the daycare/daycare academy universe versions(sorta) get along with the Mc heroes versions of themselves? (Ik Sabre isn't Peter so- just like- idk main characters of each got thrown somewhere so y e -) Just a random question :333 also do send me more art if you can /nf I love ur art sm :3

technically peter does have a daycare variant, aka the councilor of yandere camp-

anyways, i'm honestly not fully sure, so most of it's guess work.

long ramble!

Ryan of the daycare is this chaotic child that often throws people under the bus, he literally attempted to trap and blow up bobby in a train engine {to be fair, the child is an asshole.} in season 1 of daycare because Tina broke up with him briefly.

while Ryan from heroes is more calm and mature. he's saving money by eating cheap, he probably also knows how to do medicine stuffs.

so idk, give them tea and they'll chill out for as long as the cup has a drop.

Tina The Tiger {TTT according to her initials-} is a bit of a yandere, extremely possessive over Ryan, gets jealous easily and acts brash. she also runs the equivalent of a mafia/gang.

Tina, hero universe, is more calm. she's clingy, yes, but at the same time she's keeping quiet about the fact that for once she wants a day where it's just her and Ryan.

honestly, they'd probably gossip a whole bunch with each other. maybe mope about Ryan not being as into the relationship as they are.

Goldy in the daycare is chaos incarnate, has a reputation for being absurdly stupid, yet still knows a bad situation when she sees one. she loves toys, probably is eternally cursed to be searching for her long lost love, which i think was a rocking horse. also her dad is literal pure gold.

Goldy working in the heroes universe is not that observant, or at the very least doesn't make the first move in terms of romance. that isn't to say she's completely repulsed by the idea of some kind of chemistry, as she puts a kiss on Unicorn Mann's cheek after the fight with Dr Ostrich.

these two can probably get along the most, having multiple similarities to pull from.

Unicorn in daycare, he's a mix of anxious, confident, lonely, and smart depending who you ask. he's a massive hodge podge of a being that has literally gotten his emotions split apart, and he's probably holding himself together with duct tape or hand screwed screws. without leaving canon, he is a copy cat in the daycare universe.

Luke is almost the same. almost. his emotions haven't been fractured, so he's still basically entirely whole. he's also got a secondary voice in his head.

these two have canon reason on why they will not meet, due to all the ucms having something in their systems to act as multiverse repellents with each other. it isn't naturally there, as unicorn{friends} could still go off and find ucm sr. but they'd probably be chill.

and for absolutely less than no reason, chicken mann meeting small ucm would be just watching him pause, stare down at the other, before one insult goes and they're back in the streets fighting each other.

or daycare ucm meets peter and they are just chill cat energy with each other.

[msfbgraves]

Rewatching CK and it’s terrible how Johnny’s character has fallen off a cliff. He was so well written in seasons 1/2, especially 1, but the cracks started showing in 3, and 4/5, especially 5 were godawful for his character and arc. I just don’t care for him anymore, and I boarderline can’t stand him. So sad. He could’ve been great, now he only exists for meme potential. Might be a hot take, but up until the finale of season 5, I thought Kreese was the best written character. But the jello ‘fake-death’ was dreadful, omg. Terry and Daniel are well written 95% of the time too, though they have their OOC moments (Daniel in parts of season 1, Terry and physically fighting Daniel and letting everyone get the better of him in the season 5 finale 🙄) Come on, writers 🙃💩

I feel that the Kreese characterisation was closest to something John, Josh or Hayden must have gone through themselves; a demanding asshole of a father figure who, like Johnny, they were (are?) in a push and pull relationship with, who taught them that CK mindset... and now they're pushing that on Johnny and poor Billy needs to act it all out.

The problem seems to be that they recognise themselves in the bullies, go "Hey, wait, we're fully realised people, too!" and are on a lifelong mission to reclaim their self worth, by denying Johnny's fundamental realisation: "You're alright, LaRusso! Good match!"

And they were right that there was a story there to tell. Because look, you're Johnny Lawrence. And you have found a terribly abusive surrogate father figure, yeah? But you're his favourite! You work hard, and do exactly as he says, and it works! You get love! You get appreciation! You cracked the code! You're the best around! You... have to throw people under the bus sometimes, but, well, sensei says it's dog eat dog world, so... but you're the best! You're the champion! And this new boy has you feeling things, well that... can only be rage. Is only allowed to be rage. "I decide when he's had enough" - because you don't want this to be over. But Bobby has been looking at you real weird since and you're even kinda sorry but he's stopping you from getting back with your girl so he deserves it. We'll fight it out. But then sensei wants him 'out of commission' and like, you worked for this, you know? You and Bobby and the gang and sensei knows best but it doesn't feel good. And you're shocked, shocked at LaRussos pain and shocked that sensei isn't. And Bobby leaves. Bobby can't leave! We're a team! We're the gang! And now you have to hurt him too, and you don't want to, don't want to...

And you lose. And years later you may remember that flicker of respect, release or justice when you hand him the trophy but then sensei does what you've always feared - unleashes his murderous anger on you. Because you lost. Because it was your fault -

Well that must mean it was really his fault. He stole your life from you.

Excuse me if that is indeed near Shakespearian.

Except it's of course not true and even you know it. But the writers present it 'as is', and Ralph succesfully rebelled. That asshole is not Daniel LaRusso. It would have been so interesting if Johnny would have slowly unraveled that in his brain because Daniel's behaviour doesn't compute with what he remembers. And because when he behaves with Robby how sensei taught him it hurts the kid. He doesn't want that. Maybe it's best to stay away. Best block, no be there, right, LaRusso?

If they'd have made that clear, and then he'd found his way back to Daniel, maybe, if only for his son? And maybe he was indeed reclaiming something with karate and the twerp could at least listen to that side, too, OK? And at the beginning of S4 Daniel's helped him reframe what happened (You're alright, LaRusso) and he's going to Robby in Juvie all the time because Daniel fucked up too (ha!), but, still, man keeps coming through, nearly helps kill sensei (dafuq's up with that anyway? Yeah it was badass, sure, but he looked kinda crazed, like Dutch, and didn't Dutch kill a guy?) well anyway, his dojo is as good as the park, and some of that touchy feely stuff is dumb but honestly? It's kinda nice not to have to take every punch! So, things looking good and then - who is that giant? With sensei? And what's up with you, LaRusso? Weren't you all balance and block? Now he looks like a pissed off chihuahua. And then, because Johnny actually listened to Daniel, he understands that this guy is his old sensei? And Daniel trusted him? And the man hurt him? That feels kind of familiar and now, when it isn't him, he explodes. He'll kill that weirdo!

...OK after his ribs heal, but next time!

You'd hardly have to change anything about the plot, you could even keep the "Daniel is too set in his ways" bit, still now, if Robby came back to Johnny it would have been earnt...

But that hinges, painfully, on the writers being willing to admit that Kreese was not misunderstood, but he abused Johnny, and that the whole Be A Man!! rhethoric, at least to some extent, is harmful.

Billy gets it. Billy constantly tries to play it. It's just that the writers saw an underdog with a good father figure and had Kill Bill sirens go off, and are still trying to reclaim that they weren't assholes because being an asshole is badass and their Kreese figure was a good guy the whole time even though their writing shows they know, from experience, that he can't have been. So they constantly make Johnny into and asshole because can't we see being an asshole is good?

Billy, Ralph, even Martin Kove: ...no it isn't.

John Josh and/or Hayden: we are the brilliant writers here!

Ralph (to Billy): I am just so sorry, dude.

P.S. I can just about forgive Daniel besting Terry because he always wins in front of a huge crowd, that's his thing; and Terry had just been through a brutal fight. Barely made it out alive. Tired as all fuck, while Daniel was a fresh as one could hope for given the circumstances.

[eggtartz]

"will always, for you.."

notes : hi, if you're reading this! this is my first time posting fanfics on tumblr so forgive me if they don't make any sense, they're just drabbles and for fun! anyways, enjoy and happy reading <3

it wasn't supposed to even end like this. you loved him, God even words can't be enough to express how much you loved him. 5 years might not seem long but for you, to wait for him for 5 years but after everything that you went through, this.. this just had to happen.

"stop, i can't do this anymore. please just go away from here or whatever" how could he, he knew you were waiting for him yet he somehow betrayed you and bailed you out just like that.

"but shin at least tell me what's wron-" he raised his hand and there he is in his full glory. you finally saw the figure of the leader of the black dragons that everyone feared. you never feared him, knowing he would never harm you but this? he was different, he was not.. him. never ever you thought something like this would happen especially knowing shinichiro was the nicest man you ever met. you knew he had a rough background, getting beaten up here and there but who cared? you were going to wait for him.

"please i just can't do this anymore, please y/n you can't do this to me. please understand me." he stood in the dimmly lighted room with the motorcycle he's been fixing all week long for his little brother, manjiro as a birthday gift.

"how could you shin, you tell me to understand you without giving me any explanations you can't expect me to just-"

he threw the gearbox tools across the room. the metal sound againts the metal door, collided making a rather loud sound made you flinch wildly.

"i found someone else."

what?

"did you hear me? i found someone else, she's a friend of waka. you know, i never wanted to be involved with you in the first place. i kept you because you were clingy and i was lonely" he wiped his hands on his already stained white tee and went to the back store. "you should leave, it's getting late." he said without looking at you.

"i.. i thought.. i thought y-you loved me? was that a lie? i was going to wait for you shin, and marry you like you always said you wanted to. you said after settling down in the gang you would come back. to me, to emma, manjiro, grandpa. was that a lie too shin?" you told him while holding to a wall when your knees started to weaken.

"what else did you lie to me shin?"

"go home y/n"

"i wanna know, here now"

"you don't wanna know" "i wanna know!"

"Goddamnit everything, everything was lie!"

was that the truth? your eyes were already glistening, you couldn't read his expressions, he was too far. he was always far. you were the only one that didn't noticed that. what a fool, you were a fool.

you felt suffocated in that tight space so you turn your heels and made your way out. it was 1145pm, it looked like it was going to rain but here you are crying at the abandoned bus stop outside your apartment. what was it in him that changed, half of you knew he didn't mean everything he said and begged yourself to go back and tell him that he's lying. the egoistic side of you meanwhile didn't liked it and decided to just cry away the pain and anger. it was nothing like him, he was not your shin anymore. maybe this is the real side of sano shinichiro that you never saw.

months ago

"look at that manjiro, your brother looked like he was going to cry when he first held you! it's so cute" you squealed after going through the sano family album, putting the album on your lap while sometimes flashing it to manjiro who was eating some dango stick. that's wakasa's doing indeed, you reminded yourself to scold him after this. a knock on the door startled you and you saw an exhausted shinichiro who had bruises and cuts all over his face.

not again.

"another fight nii-chan?"

"yup, don't worry your strong nii-chan won"

he looked awfully happy, despite having cuts at all sorts of places. it's as if there was his family at home that could cheer him up at the darkest days and maybe, just maybe one day you can cheer him up too.. too?

"c'mon tough man, let's get you cleaned up your little sister and me are going to cook dinner. manjiro stop chewing that thing i swear your teeth are going to hurt." you said while linking your shoulder with shin's to the nearest bathroom.

"you know, i can patch myself. im a deliquent leader and-"

"and what? the last time you patch yourself, you almost became a mummy. grandpa is going to faint again after seeing you." he chuckled while you moved here and there to fetch supplies to fix the cuts and bruise. you lifted his right hand to clean a wound when he lift that hand to caress your cheek. no words were exchanged, you knew he wasn't good with his words either but you knew. you glanced at him only to see him staring at you, with dreamy eyes, eyes that were screaming he was in love with you and only you. that you were his safe place, his everything as much as he was everything for you. was.

"im sorry i couldn't be the person you expected." you took his hand back and cleaned it, feeling his gaze burning into your direction.

"now you're just getting ridiculous. are you tired? you should take a nap before dinner, the fight tired you didn't it?" you shooked your head, while finishing up the cleaning on the wound. it wasn't deep but it could be infected and knowing shin he doesn't like the fact that he can't use his hand because there's "some stupid bacteria".

"you know, you can leave. i never want to hold you down love. you know this stuff im doing can be tangled here and there and i just wanna-"

"shinichiro."

you looked at him and slowly make your way to hold his face in your hands, so so delicately because he was still winching with pain from the cuts. he stared into your eyes, was that love he saw? adoration? he couldn't wrap his head about it, he never had a woman interested in him that this feeling felt foreign. to be honest it spooked him, but you never left him in the dark. in every time that you could find, you would search new ways to express your love for him, your adoration for him and signs that you would wait for him.

"i never expected anything from you, i'll wait for you although it's gonna take a while. who cares? im never going to leave you and you know that" you gave him a peck on the cheek and on his forehead. he looked into your eyes again to seek for comfort and hugged you, like it was going to be the last time you were together, like there was no tomorrow for him.

current time

"GOD SHIN, GOD PLEASE NO PLEASE DON'T TAKE HIM PLEASE" you cried so loudly in the ambulance when they bought shin in the stretcher. you can't hold onto your emotions anymore, how could you when you see him so lifeless, so pale looking like he was going to leave for good. your trembling hands kept holding his although it was cold and you kept kissing his knuckles hoping this was a sick dream, that you actually fell asleep at the abandoned bus stop and this was a dream. but no, the Gods were cruel and decided to make this your reality.

an hour prior..

you decided to swallow your emotions and talk to shin again, you were stubborn and refused to believed everything he said. impossible, no he didn't said that. you stomped your way only to see an ambulance pass by. huh? shin's workshop was at the left and the ambulance turned- you didn't waited long and ran, you ran as fast as you could and when you arrived there were a crowd. police, ambulance, it looked like a crime scene you usually saw in documentaries. you saw manjiro and went to him and kneeled next to him to hug him and saw him crying.

what?

"manjiro, what-"

"nii-chan, it's nii-chan. t-they. i-" you stopped him by burying his face in your neck and let him cry on your shoulder. God please don't do this to me.

you saw two teenagers who looked at the same age as manjiro being escorted out by the police with handcuffs as they looked at manjiro with a sympathetic look.

your head was dizzy, your hands were shaking furiously as you hold manjiro's hand, your chest waving with anxiety. where was he? is he, okay? he's going to be okay right? my shin always bounced back.

5 years later..

your steps were heavy as you arrived at the cemetery. you bowed down to the cemetery and lit up some sticks and prayed in silence for a minute and two.

"SANO FAMILY GRAVE"

yes, shin died due to severe bleeding on his head, and yes you still waited for him. after paying respects for him, you put some fresh flowers on them. lilies, he always thought it was pretty but takeomi always teased him for liking flowers as it was girlish. you payed respects for his grandpa and his mother whom you never got to meet. you put a flower on each of their grave. you then moved to next grave which was.. emma's. she died due to the deliquent lifestyle she always been exposed to. you haven't had the chance to call her your little sister, all of them went too soon.

you never acknowledged manjiro's whereabouts, people said he was a gang leader, just like his brother, some people said he was not manjiro anymore. you sighed and stayed there for a bit to stare at shin's grave.

"it's been 5 years shin, i think at this time or something you said that you wanted to retire. that you wanted to continue your entire life with me. im sorry shin, that this had to happen. maybe, maybe in another life i can see you again, i'll definitely, definitely be yours again. but this time you're gonna have to wait for me okay?" you chuckled while crying. will these tears ever bring him back?

if it did then i'd cry a river. maybe, one more chance to hold him, one more chance to be with him would be enough.

you glanced at your watch and saw it's already 2pm and decided to leave. you were going to comeback everyday though until one day, one day you'll stop visiting them.

"BREAKING NEWS, A WOMAN REPORTEDLY HAS COMMITED SUICIDE IN HER APARTMENT"

"y/n?"

"SOMEONE PLEASE CALL THE AMBULANCE SHE'S STILL BREATHING"

"let's go love, we're waiting for you."

[ratherbefangirling]

DRABBLE: MISS RIGHT

Yoongi x Reader Mafia AU

Part 3 ( see also 1 , 2 )

Taglist @scuzmunkie ; @fanficcollectivebby

⚠️Warning ⚠️: Character Death , implied love making.

Sunlight streaks through the windows of your cosy apartment, you wake up from and turn off the alarm. It's a new day but the same old grind. The cold makes you sleepy so you turn off the AC taking a moment to convince yourself to leave the warm bed. You start your day by making and packing some breakfast. After a while you go back into the bedroom. Tae-oh is sprawled on the bed. You wake him up carefully. He looks at you bleary eyed.

"Time for school Baby." You say.

He hides inside the covers for a while, you shake him awake and he comes out and goes to get ready. You too freshen up and get dressed for the day. You check his school bag and put his lunch carefully. You help him tie his tie and shoelaces as he combs his hair. You both then sit down to have breakfast together and a cartoon plays on the TV to properly wake him up. You check the clock and its time to leave. You accompany him downstairs. The school bus comes to pick him up.

"Bye, mumma." He kisses your cheek and leaves.

You wave at him till the bus is out of sight. Today would be yet another day except it is not. Its the biweekly meet a monster day. Dread settles in your stomach.

When you reach the apartment the door is unlocked, you pick up the gun you keep hidden below your house plant only to find that its Yoongi who is sitting on your couch, going through the newspaper when you enter the house and you are not amused. You've been dealing with him for more than ten years. That doesn't make him less irritating however.

"Morning Kitten. What's for breakfast?"

So he came hungry today, you wonder why.

With Min Yoongi the answer could range from not having enough time to purposely inconveniencing you. What a charming man.

"Any request?" You ask before you keep the gun back.

The scene would look domestic from an outsiders view. There's TV playing in the background, kids things are scattered, the husband's coat hangs onto the chair and the wife is cooking food. Except for the guns maybe and that this is a normal you wouldn't dare hope with him, especially with him.

You make a simple meal with rice rather than a breakfast sandwich because Yoongi looks thinner than last time. You also sit by his side to give him company as he eats.

"Everything alright?" You ask.

"Nothing much just a new gang being a pain in the ass." He comments.

"Just be careful."

"If I didn't know better I'd think you were worried kitten."

"I am. Tae-oh needs to stay safe."

Yoongi scoffs but doesn't say much. He wipes his plate clean.

"Your cooking has improved." He tells you.

And despite everything you can not hide your pleased expression.

What a strange situation you've landed in, you think to yourself on quiet evenings as you soak in the tub. Married to a man who killed your sister and raising her child whose father was also involved with Mafia life, the very life you wanted to escape. You still had nightmares about the shot that killed your sister. You would always remember that hellish day, you didn't think you'd forget if you tried.

"Do you know what you're sister is saying?" Yoongi asked gun in his hand. Confusion was evident on your face.

"I ... what's happening why are you here?" You ask.

"Funny you ask I've brought your kid back sister." She says.

"My kid.. my kid? How's that possible."

" this little birdie claims that you were planning to runaway with Taehyung that the kid was never mine but his." You are stunned.

You did not understand why your sister was doing this. If any one had a more ill fated relationship with Yoongi than you it probably was your sister. What a pity.

"What do you have to say about it kitten?" You stand there stunned.

"I asked you a question Y/n?" He repeats. You wondered if there was a way to respond but your panic made it impossible to think and the veiled anger in Yoongi's voice did not help.

"Why would she admit it.. she's obviously looking for excuses, listen to me I was the one you met then take me leave her, nobody can tell the difference we look the same." You felt a stab of betrayal why was your sister trying to steal your husband.

"Let's kill the child then." Yoongi concludes.

"Why would you hurt a child who's in no way involved in this." You interrupt finally processing but it's the worst thing to say on this occasion.

"Is it yours?" Yoongi asks you can tell his patience is running out.

"Yoongi.. why are you acting like you don't know me.. I don't know why my sister is doing this." You plead.

"She said you called her before birth because you wanted to save the bastard."

"Its true I called her but not because of that." You admit. His eyes narrow dangerously.

"I had forbid you from contacting these people." He snaps.

"My family isn't these people.. to you it may not be important but to me it is." You reply.

" ha! So you did disobey me. My hand is itching to press the trigger. Tell me kitten what should I do."

The opening of the doors interrupt whatever half thought reply you had, Hoseok entered the room. He gives an envelope to Yoongi.

" Do you know what this is. " He raises the envelope."Its a DNA test. My child or Taehyung's child,we'llknow soon enough. This is your last chance after I open this ..." He leaves the threat hanging.

Silence follows his declaration. He opens and reads the contents. He puts away the letter and picks his gun and shoots.

You close your eyes. Blood drops splatter on you. Your sister collapses. Yoongi leaves the room without a word. You open your eyes to more blood you've ever seen in your life at once.

"I'm sorry Y/n. I just wanted to save you from the hell I landed you in." Your sister says wincing with pain.

Yoongi had made an example of her. No one would disrespect his wife, taking her as fool reflected badly on him, he convinced himself it was the right decision as the kingpin and not because he was scared you would leave him. He had shot her and left without looking behind as she bled to death. He wasn't sure he could look at your face without begging for your forgiveness.

"My baby.. take care of him. .. Taehyung ... belongs to the mafia too Y/n.. please let him have a family. I'm sorry...Please be Taeoh's family." She'd said blood leaking.

"Doctor. Call the doctor." You had yelled hysterically.

In that moment you had felt a lot of things. Grief at loosing both your sister and any chance of having a somewhat normal relationship with your husband. Anger at everyone and everything. Everything was red.

You'd seen Tae-oh then and you'd immediately wished he was yours and Yoongi's and just like that the grief had clogged your every pore.

There'd been fights then and some more deals. Yoongi had packed of your parents and sent them somewhere far away. If he felt generous you got to see their pictures or cctv clippings of their current place once in a blue moon. He never kept them in the same place too long. It was a cat and mouse game. You had won Taeoh a normal childhood in return to the deal that he was to be Yoongi's heir. Since you refused to stay with him any longer he had given you an apartment. You had won the right to raise Taeoh but soon it was Yoongi's turn to assimilate with Taeoh to his inevitable fate. You hated your sweet boy would be turned into a killer.

For now Taeoh believes his dad works abroad. Yoongi is not a stranger. He visits Tae-oh for his birthdays and sometimes on the biweekly meetings. Somedays it doesn't seem like a pretense. Somedays you don't hate yourself for wearing Yoongi's clothes when you miss him.

"Is everything ok?" You ask focusing on patting your hair dry after your bath. Your wrinkled skin is regaining its shape.

"Yes. More importantly...It's time kitten. Enough of running away." He tells you. You nod but break into tears. The towel falls onto the floor.

He holds you through your sobs, wrapping you in a comforter. In moments like this you forget how dangerous he is, going as far drawing strength from him but your sisters comatose body still haunts you.

At times you wish of exchanging places with your sister. Still the selfish part of you says this is the only man you were made for and the only one made for you. You both somehow end up in bed nestled into one another. Half awake half in a nightmare another fear bubbles out.

"Yoongi... what if Taehyung takes him away... he can't!! promise me Yoongi.. I-I will die if he takes my baby away." You say on edge of an anxiety attack just thinking of it.

"He won't love. Legally Tae-oh is our child. Not only that he is our kid in all the ways that matter."

While you had wanted to ignore it Yoongi was a wonderful father and even in the limited amount of time he had spent with Taeoh they had built a great bond.

The knock on door indicates Taeoh's arrival.

He screams in excitement to find his dad behind the door. Yoongi picks him up. He excitedly explains about his day to Yoongi.

"Are we going out?" Taeoh asks.

Yoongi nods his head no.

"Mumma is tired so dad's gonna cook delicious food. OK?"

"Yay.. but dad hurry I'm hungry." Taeoh says.

"Yes sir."

"Taeoh change your clothes first." You say.

Taeoh rushes to do so not wanting to miss any moment with his dad. You feel guilty for keeping his dad away. Yoongi notes the frown in your features.

"Enough Kitten. If you insist on crying I will punish you."

You pout in response and he steals a kiss.

"Tease." He says and starts cooking.

"I'm changed mumma." Taeoh says.

"Good boy." You compliment patting his head.

"Dad is it ready I'm hungry." Taeoh complains even though he is busy playing with blocks and sipping on strawberry milk.

"Set the table. I'm done." Yoongi says.

Taeoh sets the cutlery. Yoongi sets food on the table and it's not long before the plates are emptied. You'd almost forgotten how wonderful he was at cooking.

Hoseok wouldn't since he's the test subject who's watched him learn and practice everyday for your sake. At this point Hoseok has become a formidable food critic. Sometimes going as far as being the judge at Jin's and Yoongi's food competitions.

Taeoh sromach full struggles to keep his eyes open the excitement of the day catching up. Yoongi feels full just looking at him.

"It's nap time." You say noting.

"No... Don wanna. .. dad will leave I want play with dad." He whines.

"I will be there when you wake up.. infact I'm going to be with you and mumma always." Yoongi says.

Taeoh hugs Yoongi still clingy. Once Taeoh is asleep Yoongi carries him to bed.

You wait outside changing channels on the TV. You don't even realise Yoongi had been observing you. Your eyes swollen after crying.

"Enough it's time to go to bed kitten and you need to act like an adult."

"I am.!" You whine not helping your case.

"I'm not a Saint and I'm not trying to be, don't force my hand and come to bed." Yoongi warns.

"I don't want to sleep." You say.

Before he can respond his phone rings. The call comprises of more swearing than you like. You can tell what he's going to say before he does.

"I have to leave." You don't like being right this once. You grab the cuff of his shirt.

"Will you be back.. I don't care its that Tae-oh will be sad."

He smirks in amusement and you decide you don't like that expression on his face.

"I will be back before you know it Kitten" He says pecking your lips as he leaves.

Two weeks pass with no sign of him. The other boys don't pick your phone either. By the third week you grow impatient and worried. The month passes and there's no sign of him. Atleast his face is not on the news. Or in the obituary section of news paper. Soon enough Tae-oh's summer vacation arrives.

"Mumma where's dad?" Taeoh asks as you pick him from school.

"Baby he's bit busy. I'm sure he'll come back soon. But lucky us we're going to gramps and grandma." You tell him successful in distracting him.

"Yay! Can we have ice-cream Mumma."

"Of course." You say and for a while you forget everything except for your baby and ice-cream.

Taeoh sleeps in the back of the car as you drive to your parents house. Yoongi had told you your exile was over as it was Taeoh's time to start training to be his heir. Your parents had visited you thrice before on Taeoh's request. All of you had become good at pretending.

At first Taeoh had played with his toy plane, then you'd scolded him for throwing it towards the front which ofcourse did not faze him, you let him be for a while until he stood on the seats to try and jump on them and you threatened to take his plane. Soon you stopped for lunch and he took his time playing with the monkey bars. After finishing your meal you went back to the car this time hiding the toy and letting him use his coloring books of which he grew bored of and finally fell asleep. You reach your destination and find your dad waiting outside the porch.

"Grams." Taeoh forwards his hand and your dad picks him up.

"How's my favourite boy doing? You know grandma has made you your favourite food."

Taeoh is excited with the new atmosphere.You are too tired for any feelings of relief and have food and go to bed knowing you're parents will take care of Taeoh. You stay at your house for a week. Your mom is making breakfast when you drop the bomb or inform your parents about your plan to look for Yoongi.

"Why?" Your mother's anguish is clear.

"He is my husband." You answer.

Your dad only nods silently.

"Take care of Taeoh." You tell them as you leave. You hope you'll be back before Taeoh gets worried. He had enough distractions though between your parents and the neighbourhood kids. Still you were his mom he'd be looking for you.

Yoongi sighs finally checking his phone. There's a long list of missed calls, messages with threats. A smile comes on his face reading those.

✉ where are you Min Yoongi. Better answer me. Taeoh threw a fit.. how dare you leave and not even answer me.

✉ Taeoh misses you. I had to bribe him to waffles and a happy meal.

Yoongi scoffs he's sure you like the toys better than Taeoh.

✉ Taeoh cried a lot. It was his sports meet. He won a medal. He said he was like his dad. I told him you were lazy bones who would rather sleep than do anything else.

Yoongi laughed out loud.

✉ It's not funny Yoongi at least tell me you're alive. There was a mom's meeting everyone was bragging about there husband. More like lying, me too *see how far I've come I used to be so innocent and honest. I told them you miss me so much that I've blocked your number for the peace of my mind.

Yoongi could imagine your face writing this message. He was sure it wasn't as lighthearted as you tried to make it sound.

✉ come on!! come home. Tae oh misses his dad.

✉ Min Yoongi. Please. Please. Yoongi ah.

He could hear your voice in his head. His heart twisted imagining how sad you would have been to address him this way.

✉ I had hoped you'd respond. But you better be dead or close to it or I promise I will take you there. I'm coming and anything that happens is not my fault.

That was the last message five days ago.

Yoongi didn't mean to ignore you. The Japanese Yakuza had gone out of hand and needed to be placated. He was too busy to deal with them. One had even infiltrated his home and had been killed before he could take one more step. He was glad for once that you didn't live with him.

He too had missed you terribly. Bummed that he couldn't spend time with his babies.

He's going through the messages when he notes the door to his bedroom is open. He grabs his gun.

Inside the room he finds you sitting on the vanity.

"Took you long enough husband." You say.

He doesn't react like you expect him to. He comes and grabs you. Pushes you on the bed and starts kissing you. One of his hands immobilising your wrists. The other exploring your body to make sure you aren't another one of his cruel dreams.

"Did you miss me?" You ask.

"Not a day went by that I didn't. I love you Y/f/n. From the depths of hell that my heart used to live in to the taste of heaven I get when I'm with you. I'm in love with you even if all your messages told me Taeoh missed me and not you. I'm in love with you when you call my name when you call me yours. And I will say that I love you as many times as it takes." He says overcome with passion.

You get teary eyed and he wipes your leaking eyes with his rough callused hands. The hands you love most in the world.

You find his weight over you comforting. You let him have his way as his lips trace every inch of your body. As he worships you again and again, lips that are fighting you and then they're grounding you.

He's here. He's here.

He leans his forehead against yours. There are tears in your eyes and he cradles you. Comforting you by whispers that are meant solely for your ears.

When you are asleep he goes to take a quick shower. Yoongi's lip is stained red after you bit it causing it to bleed.

Ah, he loved your fire. He loved everything about you especially that you were his.

When he comes back you hold him in an iron grip. He kisses your forehead one last time before you fall asleep.

In the morning you wake up to an empty bed.

Your heartbeat rises in alarm, only calming as you find Yoongi in the hall having his iced coffee and going through documents on his tab.

You sit on his lap. No reservations or pretences left after not being able to see or even talk to him for so long.

Your phone rings waking you from your reverie.

You answer it to find Taeoh on the line.

"Mumma. Where are you? C-come b-back. I-i promis-se I w-will be g-good." He cries.

Your heart aches.

"Of course baby I just came to bring your dad." You say.

" Hey soldier. Dad's coming home will you be a brave little boy." Yoongi says taking the phone from you.

"Y-yes. Dad. I. Come. Home. Soon." Taeoh says hiccupping.

"Ok we will be back." Yoongi replies.

"As much as I like what you're wearing, we can't meet your parents like this" He tells you.

"I know." You groan. " Just five minutes more." You say wrapping your arms around him. Attached like a koala.

He puts his tab aside. Holding you and you sit in silence as the light enters the room through curtains.

Apparently things were going too well because a new problem waited for you as you reached home.

It's name being Kim Taehyung.

You find Taehyung on the dining table when you reach home. Taeoh showing him his Toy plane.

You freeze in the doorway.

Taeoh spots you.

"Mumma. Dad." He says and comes rushing.

Yoongi comes on his knees so that Taeoh and him can have a similar height.

You hug both of them, a bit too tightly.

Yoongi massages your back with his thumbs.

"Kim Taehyung." He acknowledges.

"Yoongi Hyung."

"Why are you here?" You ask no patience.

"I just wanted to see Taeoh." He replies sipping strawberry milk which with painful consideration you note is also Taeoh's favourite.

"What are you trying to pull?" Yoongi asks.

"Taeoh. We are going to talk to him go to your room ok." You tell Taeoh. Taeoh nods and takes off.

"Calm down I have no intentions of disrupting your family. I just wanted to see him... and if possible be part of his life. Like a godfather if you will."

"Why now?" You ask.

You and Yoongi remain standing in case he tries something.

"I'm not asking you to trust me or decide right now but I will tell you my version of events. The rest is up to you." He says.

You take a seat no strength left in your legs.

"I just got to know now about Taeoh...Your sister had hid the baby's birth. She told me she had cancer so she wanted to save you because in the end she was going to die. I tried convincing her to marry me because I did care for her but she wouldn't. She also made me promise I wouldn't hurt you. When she left...only then I came to know..At first I didn't want anything to do with you. Becauseshe was the one who abandoned me..." He stops and takes another sip.

"Then one day drunk out of my mind I went to the same floor of the building opposite yours. You were playing with a baby that strangely looked like ours. I almost thought it was her. Next day I found out about yours and Yoongi's involvement. I was going to offer you a way out. But I saw you and him and how in love with each other you were and with Taeoh. a perfect happy family... I just want to be a part of his life.. I can't give him what you have but I can't let him go." He explains he's in tears by this point.

"You need to go today. I .. we need to process this." You say quietly.

He nods and walks out the door.

Restless you sleep with Taeoh and Yoongi that night. Grateful for Yoongi talking to your confused parents. You are not ready to handle their sadness or pity. Whenever you wake up in the night you hold both your boys closer. Hoping that this is another nightmare.

The second time you meet Kim Seokjin is more comfortable than the first. As The elder Kim he has taken interest in his nephew but you aren't the new wife that will back down. You are Suga's chef. And more importantly Taeoh's mother.

You are in the private island that belongs to Taehyung. Yoongi has brought his best fighters in case things go south.

"In time for dinner, Yoongi want to help." Jin proposes.

Taeoh is busy playing with the toys Kim's have arranged for him.

Surprisingly Dinner is not a rough affair. The talk is contained to easy subjects.

You put Taeoh to sleep letting Jimin who you've come to trust to keep guard.

There is silence when you enter the room, men nursing alcohol.

"I propose we joint our organisation with Taeoh as heir."

You had wanted to Taeoh a normal life but you realised you would have to make peace with the fact this was Taeoh's normal.

"Only if he wants." You still try.

"While I do admire your naivety there are some burdens people are born with. It's either kill or be killed if he doesn't take the mantle people will sniff him out and murder him and any life he makes outside. You know it as well as I do."

You hate to admit to Jin's point but you cannot ignore the truth running through his words.

"Trust us y/n he's our blood we'll make it so he is away from the worse parts but prepared for anything." Jin pleads.

"Fine." You acquiesce.

At night you find yourself unable to sleep so you go to check on Taeoh. Yoongi finds you caressing your son. He hugs you from the back.

"It will be alright." He says. "Come sleep."

You let him lead you to bed and dreamless sleep.

A year later and now with Six uncles who spoil him and teach him things. You are proud of the person you're son is going to be. You are happy with the bond he has with Taehyung. You know you will have to tell him some things when he's a little bit more older even if you are scared to loose him. For now you enjoy the holiday. Merging the two established gangs wasn't an easy feat. On top of that Taeoh is balancing his school and his various extracurricular activities.

Your sister is still the same at the hospital and to unplug her if at all would be Taeoh's decision though there's still time for that you hope you can introduce Taeoh to his mother and he doesn't hate you. You worry for him but you know he will have people who care for him by his side and for now you are one of those too.

You are at his sports meet and trying to hide behind Yoongi embarrassed as the others especially Jin are screaming as Taeoh races.

You are also going to a trip with Yoongi. His first free time in months during which you barely saw each other due to his increased work load.

"Do you want to try some corn?" Yoongi asks he's noted you didn't have breakfast today.

"I'm a bit nauseous." You tell him.

"Should we delay travelling." He asks.

"It's fine." You tell him.

He rarely has time off you aren't going to waste it by calling in sick.

Taeoh gets a silver medal and you feel proud of your son. Taehyung picks him up putting Taeoh on his shoulders.

You and Yoongi inform Taeoh that it's time to leave. You also say bye to the others. At home you pack the last things when Yoongi comes in with a plate of food.

He sits you down and feeds you.

"I'm not hungry." You say.

"Eat."

"It won't kill me if I miss a meal." You say.

"I'm sure it won't. You're growing bigger by the day." He scoffs.

Your mouth opens in disbelief.

"Of course I am!! Being a mother does that to you."

Yoongi stills. You smile triumphant but then purse your lips you had meant to tell him on your vacation.

"Are..we.." he swallows." Are we having a baby?"

"Yes." You say and immediately he hugs you food forgotten. You take his hand and place it on your belly.

"I.. you were busy.. I was going to tell you when the first trimester was over. I was so scared I couldn't believe it and excited... but I was scared I might loose the baby if I tell anyone.. I'm scared yoon..."

"You are brave, so brave my kitten." He tells you placing a kiss on your forehead. "And I know I'm not the best husband but I promise I will be better." You clasp each others hands as it rains outside.

You remember Taehyung telling you once when you were picking Taeoh up. 'Rain though many people associate it with sadness often symbolises rebirth. The sweetest fruits only ripen when it rains. '

"I love you." You confess.

"I love you too kitten always." Says your husband gummy smiles and all.

♡▪︎♡The End♡▪︎♡

[fanfics4all]

New Arrival

Request: Yes / No  Request - Female reader is Toni's cousin who arrives in Riverdale and ends up being rescued and befriended by Sweet Pea. after a few months Sweet Pea and Fangs develop a crush on her [no one knows her father is a business associate of Hiram Lodge, you don't need to have this part in. veronica is my fave female character] @whoviancumberbunny​

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Sweet Pea x Fangs Fogarty x Fem!Reader 

Word count: 2169

Warnings: A Ghoulie being an asshole and I think that’s it! 

Y/N: Your Name 

Y/N/N: Your Nickname

Y/L/N: Your Last Name

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My Father was a bad guy. He’s associated with one of the worst people I’ve ever met, Hiram Lodge. He was the absolute worst person, especially with how he was trying to buy up the area where my cousin lives! My Father didn’t seem to give any fucks about the ‘reject’ side of the family. I was done with his shit. I packed my stuff up and decided I was gonna move to Riverdale. I had called my cousin Toni before I made the decision and she agreed to let me stay there, after she talked our Nana of course. I was so excited to see her, it’s been forever! I made sure I grabbed some money from my Father and left for Riverdale. When I got there I knew no one from the Northside of town went there, so I started my walk from the bus stop. Lucky for me I didn’t bring everything I had, so it was easy to carry my shit. Once I crossed over to the Southside, I could instantly see the difference. It was like the town didn’t give a shit about this side. Toni really wasn’t lying. I was pretty sure I was close to the trailer park, but honestly wasn’t sure. I looked down at my phone to call Toni, but I ended up walking into someone. 

“Hey, watch it bitch!” The guy growled and I looked up to see a guy in a black studded vest and dark eyeliner on. 

“Sorry dude, no need to be an asshole.” I said and went to keep walking, but he grabbed my arm and stopped me. 

“You’re new around here, clearly, so let me tell you how this works. I’m with the best gang in town, The Ghoulies, and you can’t talk that way to me. So, you’re gonna make it up to me.” He said with a smirk and looked me up and down. I rolled my eyes and got out of his grip. 

“Yeah right, idiot.” I said and continued walking. I thought that would just be the end of it, but he grabbed me and slammed me against a wall. I hit my head, but it was probably just gonna leave a killer headache. 

“Now you’re really gonna have to make it up to me.” He growled and pulled out a knife. My eyes widened and I gulped. 

“Be a good girl and you won’t get hurt.” He smirked. I felt my blood run cold and I knew what was about to happen. 

“Hey! Get the fuck off her!” Someone shouted and the guy looked back to see a tall guy with a snake tattoo on his neck. He must be with the Serpents, like Toni! 

“This isn’t your business Snake.” He growled. 

“I said-” Tall guy said, pulling out his own knife. 

“Get the fuck off her.” He growled, stepping closer to him. The guy holding me had fear flash in his eyes, but recovered quickly. 

“Whatever, bitch aint even worth it.” He said and shoved himself off me. He ran off and the tall guy walked up to me, putting his knife away. 

“You alright?” He asked and I nodded, picking some of my stuff off the ground. 

“Thanks, I just got into town and clearly don’t know much.” I said and he chuckled. 

“Clearly. What are you doing here anyway? Who the hell wants to come to Riverdale?” He asked and I gave a small smile. 

“I’m moving in with my cousin.” I answered and his eyes widened slightly. 

“Is your cousin Toni Topaz?” He asked and my smile grew. 

“Yeah, do you know her?” I asked and he smiled. 

“She’s one of my best friends.” He chuckled. 

“Thank God, I was just about to call her because I might be a little lost.” I laughed. 

“Where are you trying to go?” He asked. 

“Sunnyside Trailer Park.” I answered and he laughed. 

“Yeah, you’re a little lost. How about I give you a ride.” He offered and I smiled. 

“Really? That’d be great!” I said and he walked over to his bike. 

“Hop on.” He said. I got on the back, while keeping my stuff on my arms, and wrapped my arms around his waist. 

“I’m Sweet Pea by the way.” He said and I smiled. 

“Y/N Y/L/N.” I answered and he smiled back.

“Hold on tight.” He said and we sped off. I’ve never been on a motorcycle before, but I was loving it! We made it to Toni’s trailer pretty quickly and Sweet Pea helped me carry my stuff to the door. I knocked and Toni answered with a huge smile. 

“Y/N/N!” She said and pulled me in for a hug. 

“Sweet Pea? What are you doing here?” She asked, confused. 

“Y/N here got herself into trouble with a Ghoulie, I was riding by and saved her.” He answered and Toni’s eyes widened. 

“What? Are you okay?” He asked and I smiled. 

“I’m fine T, Sweet Pea saved me before that idiot could do anything.” I said and she sighed in relief. 

“Well, thanks Pea.” She said and Sweet Pea smiled back. 

“Of course Toni.” He said. 

“Alright, well I’ll see you later tonight.” She said and Sweet Pea nodded. 

“Why don’t you come along?” He asked. 

“Where?” I asked. 

“The Wyrm. It’s the bar I work at and also the Serpents hang out.” She answered and I shrugged. 

“Yeah sure, sounds like fun.” I smiled. 

“Awesome, well I’ll see you guys later, I gotta go meet up with Fangs.” Sweet Pea said and left. 

“Fangs?” I asked and Toni chuckled. 

“I’ll introduce you later.” She said, pulling me inside. 

“Why does everyone have such weird names around here?” I asked and she laughed. 

“They’re nicknames, I’m sure you’ll get your own soon enough.” She said. 

The two of us spend the day unpacking and catching up. I realized that I didn’t know my cousin as well as I thought I did. I mean, how the hell did I not know she was bisexual!? She said that she was more into girls than guys though. Talking with her made me realize I made the right decision to come here. When it hit seven she told me we were going to the bar. I was excited to see where she worked, it sounded like a really cool place. When we got there everyone looked our way, most people greeted Toni and looked at me weirdly. 

“Yo Toni! Over here!” A short guy shouted and Toni pulled me along with her. 

“Hey guys, this is my cousin Y/N, Y/N this is Fangs, Jughead, and well you met Sweet Pea already.” She introduced me. 

“Toni! Let’s go!” An older man called her and she looked at me. 

“Sorry, gotta work. Jones, mind keeping an eye on these two for me?” She asked. 

“What? Why us?” The short guy, Fangs, asked. 

“Because, I don’t trust you two around my cousin.” She said and Sweet Pea rolled his eyes. 

“I literally saved her from a Ghoulie earlier.” He said and Toni just shrugged. “Don’t care, you two are the biggest flirts in the world and I wouldn’t be surprised if you got her drunk.” She said and walked off. 

“She’s always been protective.” I laughed. 

“I think Toni left something out when she was telling us about you.” Fangs said and I furrowed my brow. 

“What?” I asked. 

“She didn’t mention how cute you are.” He said and I couldn’t help but blush. 

“This is exactly why Toni asked me to watch you too.” Jughead said, rolling his eyes. 

“Yo Hogeye! Two beers!” Sweet Pea called and the man that called my cousin nodded. He brought Sweet Pea two beers and he offered one to me. I smiled and took it from him. 

“That’s the other reason.” Jughead sighed. 

“She’ll be fine Jones.” Sweet Pea said and I smiled. 

“Yeah, it’s just one beer.” I said. 

Getting to know Toni’s friends was awesome! Jughead shared the same sense of humor I did, he was smart, passionate, and just seemed like he’d be an awesome friend. Fangs was really cool, he was a flirt, but not as much as Sweet Pea was, and he seemed genuinely caring and sweet. Sweet Pea clearly had a sense of loyalty, but had a short temper. I knew that I would get along with everyone easily and I would really like living here. 

*Six Months Later* 

I’ve been here for half a year now and I haven’t heard anything from my Father, surprisingly. I had joined the Serpents, which everyone was very supportive of. Toni felt more like a sister to me than a cousin now and it was amazing. Jughead and I were good friends, but Sweet Pea and Fangs had become my best friends. I found myself crushing on both of them for different reasons and I felt a little guilty about it… 

I was currently at the bar working, but Toni had off tonight. She was helping Nana with something at home. I was watching Sweets and Fangs playing pool and smiled at the boys. They were betting like always and I smirked, Sweet Pea was bound to win, like always. I have never once seen Fangs beat him. The two of them walked up to the bar and Sweet Pea looked very smug, while Fangs looked sad. 

“Let me guess, Fangs is buying again?” I asked. 

“You know it Angel.” Sweets said with a smirk. 

“Maybe you’ll buy for me too when I get off in an hour?” I asked, batting my eyelashes slightly. 

“Of course Cutie, anything for you.” Fangs said and I felt my heart flutter at each of their nicknames for me. 

“Perfect, well here you go, two beers.” I said, placing the bottles on the bar. 

When I finally got off work I went to go find my two friends. I thought they would just be at the bar, but they weren’t. I was confused and decided to look near the pool table, sure enough they were there playing another game. 

“I thought you guys already played your game for tonight? What are you doing an all or nothing thing?” I asked and the two turned to face me. 

“Uh, yeah…” Fangs said and I looked at the two confused. 

“What are you guys betting this time?” I asked and they looked at each other. 

“If you wanna try and come up with a lie, you might wanna be a little more discreet about it.” I said with a small smirk. Sweet Pea sighed and looked back at me. 

“Fine, we were playing to see who got to ask you out…” He said and my eyes widened. 

“W-What?” I asked with a blush. 

“Hypothetically, who would you say yes to?” Fangs asked with a hopeful smile. 

“Dude, you can’t just ask her that!” Sweets said. 

“Why not? It’s not like we can just finish the game and do the bet now.” He said and the two looked back at me. 

“So?” Fang asked. 

“U-Uh, honestly?” I asked and they nodded. 

“Both of you.” I answered and their eyes widened. 

“What?” They asked at the same time. 

“Honestly, I have a crush on both of you. I’ve been feeling a little guilty about it because you’re both amazing and if I dated one I would still like the other and that just not fair.” I answered and they looked at each other then smiled. 

“What if you didn’t have to date just one?” Fangs asked. 

“Huh?” I asked. 

“What if you dated both of us?” Sweets asked and my eyes widened. 

“What, like a poly relationship?” I asked and they nodded. 

“And you both would be alright with that?” I asked. 

“Hey, if I have to share you with someone I’d rather it be my best friend.” Sweets answered. 

“Yeah, besides we’ve hooked up with each other before so there’s clearly some feelings there.” Fangs laughed and my eyes widened. 

“Really?” I asked and they nodded. A smile slowly made its way onto my face and I looked at the two boys I was attracted to. 

“I think this is a great idea.” I said and Sweets instantly pulled me to him. 

“You have no idea how happy you just made me with those words Angel.” He said and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back. 

“Hey! She’s my girl now too!” Fangs whined and pulled me away from Pea and crashed his lips onto mine. I smiled and laughed slightly. 

“Hey!” Sweets growled and I pulled away from Fangs. 

“Alright, rule number one, no fighting over each other.” I said and they looked at each other. 

“Fine, but he can’t hog you!” They said at the same time and I laughed. 

“You two were made for each other.” I said and hugged both of them. This town just keeps getting better for me!

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[athyathye]

Twisted

Chapter 4

Warnings ⚠️: intoxication, one scene can be counted as attempted drugging,...a kissing scene.

Author's note 📝: Ahh~ we see progress 👀

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Tags : @rinnieslove @lynihana

“What are you talking about? We’re not a gang.” The male who had landed himself a punishment replied to those who were belittling the group he entered. A group he so desperately cherishes.

“Yeah. We’re just a group of people who deeply respect and follow y/n-san” The other replied, hiding the urge to hit someone. He was rational enough to understand that if he did, repercussions would be way worse.

Mitsuya glanced at both of them, paying attention to any body cues that may give him hints. Sadly for him, what they said was the truth.

He caught Baji’s eye, the lad eyeing them up and down like he was suspicious about something, Who wouldn’t after all. Even Draken had been unconsciously telling them to watch if they do anything fishy. They learned to trust their guts and they were sure as hell these people weren’t average, or at least had something under their sleeves.

A few days had passed.

In the Toman base it seemed like everything was going fine, the two crux members were nowhere in sight having finished their business just this morning.

It seemed like a slow day for Toman, Mikey thought as he glanced around, only to end up jinxing himself.

“Mikey!” The teary eyed Takemitchy made his way through, Draken and Chifuyu in tow looking absolutely done.

“What?”

“T-they took it…”

“Took what?”

Chifuyu audibly sighed, “Takemitchy got swindled off maybe like 2000 yen from his wallet”

“And?” Mikey asked, putting his hands inside his pockets.

“It….It was those two. Crux.” Draken sighed, already knowing what Mikey would do. He had been acting fishy these past few days, not to mention the fact that he seems to be spaced out at very random times, more frequent than before.

“...Oh”

“What does he mean by that?” Chifuyu asked, turning to Draken who just shook his head.

“Leave him be-” “Then let’s go.”

All 3 boys looked at Mikey “Something wrong?” He asked, feeling their gazes as he turned his back.

“....Is something bothering you, captain? You’ve been so...out of it these days.” Takemitchy blurted out, he said what everybody had been thinking with no hesitation.

“Is that how I seemed? Nah. I’m fine.” Mikey smiled, which was a bad sign in their dictionary of his moods.

“Do you know where to find them?”

“Ah it’s a club!”

“....You do realize we’re not allowed in clubs right…?”

Though they all turned to Mikey who was getting ready to drive his motorcycle.

“Well? Get on with it.”

“So was it blue or red?” Ran asked the person in front of him. Glancing at you who was sat at the top floor, having a full view of the space around you.

“U-uh well...Could we perhaps sched-” “If you’re not gonna accept the deal just say so. Don’t waste my time.” Ran sighed, leaning back on the couch he was sitting on. Manspreading as he gazed amusedly at the man in front of him.

“Ran!” He heard a calming but high-pitched voice behind him as he sighed, A woman embraced him from behind, cutely chuckling as she did so.

“Are you busy? Want to go play board games with me?” Aika asked with her big doe eyes. Looking like an excited puppy wagging her tail.

“Ah...I’d love to, but see your sister over there? She’s supervising me. So I can’t, unless I want to get reported to Mr. L/n on my ass” He sighed, Aika was lovely indeed, but the girl did not know what personal space was.

“Oh! No, don't worry I’ll ask my sister to let you go! She’ll say yes!” She urged, tightening her hold on Ran’s shoulder to prove a point.

Ran felt irritation yet at the same time flattery flowed through him, to him it was nice having girls become obsessed with him, but sometimes they’re too clingy to deal with.

“That’s enough. Stop bothering me-”

“But I can vouch for you…”

“I said stop.”

Aika released her hold on him, looking teary-eyed. “Ah…” She sniffled, “Sorry for bothering…” She looked dejected as she left. But once she was at least 5 feet away from them her face fell into one of coldness, similar to the glare her mother had.

“Bro, Don’t just tell a pretty girl to screw off!!!”

“You cold-hearted prick!”

“You don’t even know how lucky you are.” The people around him all showed faces of disappointment, all feeling bad for little Aika who was cruelly turned away.

“Shut the f*ck up.” Ran said callously, his eyes sharp and calculating. Though you could see he was mad, it was obvious by the way he clenched his hands together tightly in front of his lips as he leaned forward elbows on his knees as he stared down the man before him.

“Sigh… She’s coming here isn’t she?” You sighed, looking to your left where you saw your blue-haired companion glance at you with a neutral expression, one that he had been wearing since forever.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick, text me when she’s gone or something.” You told the man next to you. But as soon as you saw her looking at you with a look, you knew you wouldn’t want your friend to deal with whatever she had in store.

You looked back at him, only to see him putting on his earbuds which made you unconsciously smile. ‘Looks like he can take care of himself.’

‘I have to do this...I have to do this’ my hands trembled as I felt the familiar pill inside my pocket. I glanced at the man who without a doubt hated me just as much as I hate him.

“Taizo?” I croaked out. He didn’t move, not even a glance.

‘How dare he ignore me.’ I frowned to show my distaste, ugh! How could I get this b*stard to move, and quick!

My heart raced inside my chest, it hurt. Why was I this nervous over something so small like this. It’ll be fine right? Nothing too serious. Wait. Why am I being so cautious? I have nothing to worry about. They had this coming.

I relaxed myself, glaring at the tall man before me before I heard someone call for him. Perfect.

Aika’s face which was hardened as well turned to the voice. Looking quite a bit relieved to see Taizo looking away from them, fully immersed in the conversation he was having before he fully turned himself around.

Leading Aika to do whatever it was that she needed. Trembling, her hand found your glass that was filled with water, immediately holding the pill she was worrying about before splitting it in half and pouring it in your drink.

She inhaled shakily under her breath which caused Taizo’s attention to switch from the man in front of him to hers. She flinched from surprise, eyes wide and glossy. T-jay seemed to inspect her from top to bottom before returning to his previous engagements to which made Aika sigh in relief.

She turned around and left as well, shaking off the tingling nervousness she was feeling. Clutching her chest, as she dared not to look back.

Surprisingly, a man had seen her preceding actions, forcing him to glance coldly but subtly at the walking figure of Aika.

Ran stood up from his seat, proceeding to grab his identical glass. Walking towards where you used to be seated as well. Aika was nowhere to be seen, quickly leaving the area with her traces all over the scene.

He calmly walked across, skillfully replacing your glass with his as if it was something he’d done millions of times before he proceeded to snatch your keys and walk away like nothing happened. Though it did not escape Taizo’s watchful eye. Only pointedly glancing at the jingling key’s in Ran’s hand as he nodded to himself, worries subsiding a tad bit before looking back to the people below him.

“I’m back…” After a few minutes you had walked back to where you were seated. Glancing around hoping not to see anyone else around before taking a sip of your drink.

“Hey, what is this? It tastes real fruity” You said, glancing at your cup with a smile. You then unexpectedly stood up, before stumbling back down on your seat which made your close aid glance at you in worry.

“I suddenly feel dizzy what the!” you chuckled, leaning to your side with a smile on your face

Did you drink something? Were you having some sort of symptom? What was it? Taizo glanced curiously at you, wondering what he should do. An arm reaching out to hold you in your place as you tried to stand up once more.

Suddenly you looked up in surprise, pointing at a person near the entrance. “Hey! Youuuuu~!” You pointed towards the blonde male who had just entered. Everybody too busy to care or too caught up in the music to hear your shout. You beckoned him over.

“What were you doing there standing like a goof~” You slurred your words once he was near. Immediately drape yourself on him as the world spun around you.

“A-are you drunk p-perhaps?” He curiously mumbled, hands reaching under your arms to try and steady you.

‘Is that why your cheeks are rosier than last time?...’ He felt a hand pulling on his shirt, tugging him closer as he watched you raise your face next to his. He felt flustered, he was never this close to a girl before, much less experienced any sort of romantic relationship things.

“I’m surprised you could still stand…” Rindou glanced at his older brother who stretched his arms.

“What do you mean?” Ran perplexedly asked, glancing at Rindou with a hand on his neck. Eyes as droopy as before.

“Those idiots spiked your drink or something, probably just some strong liquor or something. Seeing as you’re fine…” Rindou said, raising his glass to his lip before taking a sip before he jolted from Ran’s sudden shout.

“What!? Why didn’t you tell me *sshole!?!” Rand glanced back to where you were supposed to be, only for his eyes to widen similarly to Rindou.

“F*ck…” The older of the two cursed as they watched you push yourself to someone they felt was familiar.

Your designated bodyguard behind you is as stiff and unresponsive as a stone as if he was too much in shock to even move.

“Hey! Stop them!” Ran rushedly stood up, watching you lock lips with a person you probably didn’t know. He slapped Rindou’s arm, making him stand up and follow his brother as well.

They ran towards where you were, pulling you apart as Rindou grabbed Mikey’s shoulder, grabbing him back until he was near the staircase.

But Mikey was too stunned to make a move.

“Ah! What the hell are you guys doing!? Why are you swaying so much!”

“Move! That’s enough! Y/n!”

3 boys waited outside of the club, eyeing the beat up security guards in front of them. Chifuyu kept glancing at his watch to check the time, Draken calmly closing his eyes as he leaned on the wall and Takemitchy pacing around nervously.

Then, out came their leader. Looking roughed up, rougher than what they’ve seen. Making them hurriedly ask him what happened, only to receive a soulless “Leave the money.”

Now that made Draken look at him with unease, never had he seen Mikey this uncommunicative. Especially when it was for his friends. “Mikey are you o-” He stopped himself as he saw Mikey’s dead like eyes that seemed even more tired than usual. But with a slight blush on his cheeks. Draken was mortified.

“Don’t say sh*t to me”

"As I was saying, you know they're desperate. Crux is only strong because of those who are." A boy had murmured, looking it front of him where two people had gathered.

"It's a chain thing. But they usually just take in runaways." He continued, glancing coldly but his form leaning on a wall as if he didn't even want to be here.

"That's why the best time to strike is when..." his words were unheard, at least to the boy hiding in the shadows. He had a determined look on his face, determination that could probably end up with him lying on the ground with a cold body.

"It's only dangerous because nobody knows how they operate, but I do. And some of them will do all they can for money."

Takemitchy nodded his head, turning to stealthily leave by crawling away. Once he was out, he saw the two members of Crux.

Perfect timing if he had to say so himself. He stood nonchalant as he walked towards them, purposely bumping their shoulder, which made them scoff.

"Look where you're going pipsqueak." One had uttered.

"Hey let's just go, leave him be" the other had a smile on his face as he guided the other one away.

His wallet that had fallen down on the ground because of the impact nowhere to be seen.

“Is this what you’re capable of? Huh?” a hand continuously tapped him from both cheeks, he glanced down, feeling the bubbling irritation swell up before he forced it to diminish.

“God, did I make a mistake? Huh? Just tell me if you want me to replace you!” The man grit his teeth, holding the urge to beat the young man in front of him. Only sighing slouching back onto his seat.

“I specifically told you to watch my daughter for me. Not for you to swoop in and play prince charming like this!”

“Make sure this never happens again, Haitani. Before kick you out of your position.” The man glared at him, waving him away as he muttered numerous profanities under his breath.

Ran looked in front of him, a cold hazed daze he was in. Everybody knew not to bother him right now. Making space for him in the hallways and even walking back to where they came from just to avoid his presence.

He went back to his assigned room, Immediately walking to his bed where he sat down for a few minutes, wondering how he could turn the favor back to him.

‘Ah. What a sh*t show. F*ck!’ He slammed his hand on his bed harshly. He sighed, trying to calm himself down, now turning to lay on his bed as he covered his eyes with his other hand.

“Ah~ Why are all of you swaying~??? OOmf must’d doo~” I couldn’t understand a thing she was saying. Should I pat her back? I should, shouldn't I? But won’t that make her want to throw up? F*ck.

I turned my head to where the bast*rd was, “Leave if you wanna live motherf*cker… I’m not playing games with you.” I watched as the Toman leader touched his lips, looking disoriented as I was.

I grabbed y/n off the ground, carrying her bridal style as she seemed to have lost consciousness.

“You, go to the back. We’re takin’ her back home” I pointed to the blue-haired b*stard who tried to threaten me the first time I had been here. The girl in my arms sturred, making me stop for a bit before I felt her encircle her arms around me.

I tried to stop my hand from touching her while unconscious, but I couldn’t. I brushed her hair back, surely this wouldn’t count as something to worry about, right?

I tilted her face, making me see a full view. I heard a cough snapping me from my daze. I glanced to the front, only to see the blue *sshole glancing at me with a warning gaze.

“Look at the front you idiot.”

I couldn’t help but remember the slow but steady rise of her chest in the car, Her head in my lap as she dozed off. I tried to focus on something else only to find myself glancing back again and again to her lips.

"What the f*ck..."

Traitor? 👀

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Just Another Class Trip :)  Part 3

You know getting dragged through a multi billion dollar corporations building to try and avoid your illegitimate father, a normal monday for most I’m sure.

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It’s official, I hate Adrien

Marinette groans, having been practically dragged out of bed for breakfast. Adrien was wisely backed up as far as he could in the elevator. She yawns, making it loud as possible and looking Adrien right in the eye.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have stayed out so late,” Tikki giggles, hidden in her scarf.

Yeah it turns out that ‘just need to help out one person’ turned into a it is now 3am and I am halfway across the city beating up a gang.

“At least the box was safe,” Marinette whispers back, she had crashed in Adrien's room, no matter how mad Lila would be, or because of it who knows.

And indeed Lila was mad. The second they step foot into the hotel restaurant the entire class turns to stare at them. Crowded around a smug looking Lila with tears rolling down her cheeks. Marinette just turns a sharp left to the coffee. It isn’t until she has downed half a cup and refilled it that she tries to look for her friends.

Chloe looks just as dead as her, so she sits next to her. Let the morning people talk, they were ready to pass out together.

“Kagami?”

“Yep, Adrien?”

“Yep,”

“Morning people,” They both sneer.

“Were you planning on sleeping all morning?” Kagami asks, eating breakfast like a normal person, what a jerk.

“Were you planning on watching me all morning?” Chloe half heartedly retorts.

“You are adorable when you’re sleeping,”

“Fuck you, I’m adorable all the time,”

“Chlo, language, please,” Marinette implores, nursing her giant cup.

“Shut up Dupain-Cheng,” Chloe snaps, face planting back into the table.

“She’s not that cute actually,” Kagami whispers to Adrien, “Wore a face mask she got green all over the bed,”

“I’ll get green all over you,” Chloe mumbles absentmindedly.

"Marinette,"

"Ah the storm is coming,took them long enough" She takes a gulp of burning coffee, "Yes Alya?"

"You cant just say that to a person," Alya tries to explain, as if talking down to a child, "Lila was up all night crying,"

"She probably just put on a recording and went soundly to sleep," Chloe scoffs, sleepily looking up from the table.

"I was with her all night!" Alya turns to Chloe, seething rage coming to the surface.

"Thats some impressive endurance," Marinette mutters, downing more coffee.

"You think she's been practicing?" Chloe smirks.

"This isn't-"

"Make sure she get's plenty of water," Marinette turns away, hoping the conversation would be over.

"Marinette!" Alya looks down at her the way Marinette often looks at her, the look at a dear friend who changed, "Can't you see you're hurting Lila?"

"Can't you see she's hurting me?" She covers that honestly by gulping down more coffee, she has not had enough for this conversation.

"You used to be so nice Marinette," Alya dodges the question, pointing to Chloe and Kagami instead, "Then you started spending time with these two, and, and you changed!"

"Believe what you want Alya," Marinette motions for her friends to stay calm, "But they stand by me when no one else will, especially you,"

"Thats because!- Marinette if you had just gotten to know Lila instead of being jealous this would have never happened," Alya looks down at her sadly, Marinette was sure Paris would have been up in flames somehow if she had ever trusted Lila, "If you just didn't spend time around these bullies everything could be the same, you wouldn't have become a bully too,"

"So what?" She spits bitterly, looking over at the table watching them, Lila looking disgruntled it wasn't an all out fight, "If I got up and joined that table right now, would everything go back to the way it was?"

"... No,"

Marinette’s pocket buzzes in a familiar sequence. Akuma alert.

"Ok then, not much point in arguing about it, I'm going to stay with my friends, the ones I can actually trust," Marinette quickly shuts down Alya's protest, "Now go get Lila some water,"

Alya walks off back to the table, everyone crowding around her. Marinette waits for the door to be clear, she has to leave before Alya finishes or the whole class will be breathing down her neck.

“Forgot something in my room,” Marinette slings on her back pack, “Be back soon,”

She was not back soon, she was not back soon at all. Luckily she should only be three minutes late for the bus-and nope they left, great. She’ll just have to catch up with the tour later.

Well, I had stuff to do anyways

She talks with the receptionist; her assistant should have sent her a prepared motorcycle to the hotel the day before. It’s a quick drive to the location she had selected specifically to be close to the hotel.

She puts on a simple domino mask before entering the building, she didn’t want anyone to leak her identity after all. Walking in she’s glad to see everything is not in disarray.

“MDC,” Her assistant, Liam walks up to her.

Liam was someone she met through Penny. He’s older than her and also acted as her guardian on most of her trips as MDC. He does know her civilian identity, which she trusted him completely to keep. She likes him because-

“Is that mine?” She snatches the cup of coffee as he passes it to her.

“Figured you needed it,” Liam smiles, wincing as she downs the burning liquid, it's fine she has a strong healing factor, “You said your bag was stolen? This should replace it, it’s most of what you had plus more,”

He rolls forward a pre packed suitcase.

“I would die without,” Marinette says in all seriousness, “So what's the damage?”

“No major problems so far, the security we hired is enough to scare away the smaller thugs,” Liam nods to some security personnel guarding each door, “They won't be enough if any super villains try to attack the actual show,”

“Mm, give them instructions on the night of the show they are only allowed to intercept small time, anything bigger they are not allowed to engage,” Marinette studies the room, there's great places to hide, friend or foe, “If they see anything they are simply to report it directly to me,”

“They can’t engage?” Liam looks around, trying to see what she is.

“They won't be able to stop them anyway, and there is no reason for them to die,”

“If you say so,” Liam leads her through the room where lights are being set up and walls are being painted, “So what's the plan if we do get attacked?”

“I’m sure Batman is going to have his eye on any big events,” Marinette approves of the color of the back wall, it looking even better in person, “Besides I’m planning on trying to intercept before any violence,”

“In other words you're going to make my job a lot more stressful,” Liam sighs, making a note or rather on his tablet.

“Not if I can help it,”

“You can’t,” Liam sighs again at her grin, “Didn’t you have a tour with your class today?”

“They left me,” Liam seems equally unsurprised, “But I should probably head for Wayne tower anyway,”

“Don’t get into trouble,”

“I never get into trouble,” Marinette smirks from the door, “Trouble drags me into it kicking and screaming,”

“More like keen and skipping,” Liam closes the door in her face.

Marinette strolls into the Wayne tower an hour late with Starbucks, she sees is her class, being a nuisance arguing with a tour guide.

“You cannot just leave a student alone in Gotham,” The tour guide all but yells at Madame Bustier.

“Marinette is very responsible, she can handle herself,” Madame Bustier more defends herself than Marinette.

“I don’t care how responsible your student is, that won't stop them from getting shot!” This time he does yell, “You need to go back and pray to god she’s alright and hasn't gotten lost for some murder to find!”

Alright time to break the tension

“Hey, what did I miss?” Marinette asks casually, Already sipping at her straw when all eyes turn to her.

“Marinette! How did you get here?” Madame bustier demands.

“I-”

“I think you mean ‘are you alright, I’m so sorry for leaving you behind,” The tour guide glowers, apparently threatening enough that Madame Bustier actually repeats him.

“I’m fine, I borrowed a bike from my friend in Gotham,”

“You don’t have a licence in Gotham,” Lila sneers triumphantly.

Oh look who actually did some research, how much digging did you do when I learnt how to ride a motorcycle

“I didn’t say it was a motorcycle,” That shut’s Lila up, “But yeah it is a motorcycle,

Worth it for that face

“Also I got my licence approved in America before I came,”

So worth that face

Lila opens her mouth, better than the flood gates, when the tour guide interrupts.

“Now that everyone is here,” He sends a smile to Marinette and a glare to Madame Bustier somehow at the same time, she gets the tinglily feeling of  miraculous holder, or maybe its just the caffeine, “We can start, my name is Dick I will be your tour guide today.

They follow Dick through the tour Marinette's group right behind Dick. She scribbled designs and took notes as he talked, asking her own questions. This got her dubbed Dicks favourite, and easy title to gain as the rest of the class lagged behind. Most were listening to Lila, only Max and Alix were straining to hear Dick over the chatter. Marinette would occasionally pick up a mention of the Wayne's and knew it wasn't related to the tour. She'd have to guess Lila was lying about either dating someone or saving their life, or because it's Lila probably both. A gutsy move in the Wayne tower she had to admit. Marinette could tell Dick was listening and would probably have that rumour make it back to the Wayne's themselves. Would the wrath of some of the richest and most powerful people be enough to stop her? not likely.

They split up for lunch at the cafeteria in the building. She saw the coffee machine and was about to make a bee line to it when Kagami pulled her back to eat some 'real food' whatever that is. She makes a break for it after eating the so called 'real food', right before the tour was about to restart. She reaches it as a familiar figure is also waiting.

"Hi Tim," She greets, getting him to actually jump, "You work here?"

"Hi! um-yeah," He looks over to her, "How did you do that?"

"Do what?" She takes the biggest travel cup they have available.

"Sn-nothing," Tim still looks uneasy, then his eyes lock onto the cup, "tired?"

"Was up till three am last night, plus jet lag?" She yawns, "Yeah I'm tired,"

"Then you'll want to put that cup back,"

"Hm why?"

he gets her answer when Tim ducks down, opening a hidden cupboard full of travel cups at least twice the size of her current one,

"Tim I love you," She fills up the giant cup, "You're my favourite person in Gotham as of right now,"

"Not Dick?"

"Eh, his puns are lacklustre," She shrugs, Tim spits out his drink, "You know Dick?"

"Yep, give him a hard time for me!" Tim calls over his shoulder, walking away.

"You got it!" She hurries in the opposite direction, late for the tour once again.

“Did you get another coffee?” Dick asks as they enter the PR department.

“They were serving them at lunch,” Marinette could almost laugh at how quickly he had begun to fret over her during the tour.

“I know, that was my brothers idea, or rather demand,” Dick sighs, someone else approaching the group to direct the tour.

“Your brother works here?”

“Sure does,”

“But you don’t”

This makes Dick pause, looking down at her as she sips at the coffee.

“What?”

“I mean you don’t work this job at least,” She shrugs, it wasn't hard to figure out.

“Why's that?”

“You seem uncomfortable, your charismatic but still lack the smoothness of a rehearsed tour, plus you seem offended that they are in the back chatting,” Marinette nods towards Lila and her posse, “Regular tour guides would be used to that,”

“You found me out,” Dick chuckles, “I’m just taking over for today,”

“Well I think you picked a bad class to do that for,” She looks over at most her class ignoring the speaker trying to get their attention.

“I think I picked the right one,” Dick says cryptically, then walks off to help herd the class.

“Alright you have to give me the recipe,” Marinette overhears from a nearby desk.

Someone is sitting on it eating a cookie, while the other taps away at her computer.

“Sorry no can do,” She shrugs, “I don’t know it,”

“How can you not know it, you baked them right?” He asks, trying to steal another one and getting his hand slapped away.

“Nope, new vigilante came in, beat up someone robbing my house and baked me cookies,”

“This is Gotham so I believe the first two,” He looks between her and the container, “But cookies?”

“They also gave me free therapy,” She shrugs, before tapping on the container,“And do you really believe I could make these?”

“Touche,” He smirks leaning back on the desk, “So who’s the new guy? With the Batclan?”

“No they said they were just passing through,” She doesn't look up from her computer, focusing intently on the screen, “Names Starling,”

“Never heard of them,”

“Neither, and I tried looking them up,” She sighs, pushing back from the computer in defeat, “Found someone, but it’s not them, actually couldn't find anything on them,”

“Weird,” He gets up from the desk, “Can’t imagine Batman is going to take kindly to a new vigilante running around,”

“Unless he adopts them,”

“That… yeah he probably will,”

"Oh no-CLAIRE" The speaker trying to wrangle her class stops, "We have a problem!"

"Sorry to cut this short," Claire doesn't look sorry at all, "Seems we have important matters to tend to,"

She follows Dick out of the department, ushering her class as she goes. Claire looks over at her like she has two heads, a mixture of impressed and pity, and perhaps a bit of jealously.

They get to go further up the building, to the higher floors. They reach a space that is mostly meeting rooms. He class decide to take advantage of Dick declaring they are completely sound proof, or maybe they took it as a challenge. Marinette is walking past a hall when someone leaning against the wall catches her eye.

“Auntie Selina?!”

They look around, only spotting Marinette seconds before they collide into a hug, she feels the tingling buzz of a true holder.

“Mari!” Selina picks her up and spins her around, no different from when she was five, “Oh, my love it’s so good to see you, when did you arrive in Gotham?”

Marinette watches as her smile morphs into horror.

“Wait, what are you doing in Gotham!?”

“It’s a class trip and- hey where are we going?” Her Auntie grabs her arm pulling her down the hall.

“Marinette!” Dick calls, walking around the corner, Selina makes a sharp turn down another corridor, “Wait!”

Selina is two steps away from running as she pulls Marinette through the maze of hallways.

“Auntie where are we going?”

“Down here,” She opens the door leading to a staircase, too narrow to be a fire exit.

“That’s not really what I was asking,”

Selina inputs a key code, the door swinging open as she is pulled into the room.

“Wait!” She gets pulled through another door just as quick “Was that wall full of weapons?”

“Just a picture sweetie,” She says sweetly, “Down these stairs,”

“Aunt Selina what are we running from?” They are running now, floor after floor.

“We’re not running from anything sweetie,” Selina speeds up, “I just wanted to show you a cool spot in Gotham,”

“Right,” Marinette raises an eyebrow, “I was actually with the class so maybe we could go later?”

“It closes in five minutes,”

“Like you wouldn’t just break in if we were going somewhere,”

“I promise I will take you somewhere nice,” She smiles back at Marinette, they reach the end of the stairs, coming to a garage of sorts, “If you promise to hurry up,”

“Sure-” She does a double take, of the room, “Hold up are those costumes?”

“Collectors stuff, you know,” They are surrounded by bat themed... everything, “Rich people,”

“Right and how do you know this?”

“I-” She hesitates, eyes drifting, “Hey look, the exit!”

They all out sprint towards the exit. Selina reaches out to open the door a second after it swings open.

“Selina,” The man smiles at Selina as she runs into him.

“Hey Bruce,” Selina jumps back, trying to hide Marinette behind her.

“Where are you going?” Bruce looks behind her at Marinette, who gives a little wave.

“Out! Got to hurry!” She grabs Marinette's arm again, trying to pull her around Bruce.

“Is something wrong?” Bruce grabs Selina's shoulders to keep her still and looking at him.

“Nope nothings wrong,” She wriggles out of his grasp, trying again to pull Marinette away.

“Ok then,” Bruce still looks worried but turns to Marinette instead, “Hello I’m Bruce Wayne, Selina finance,”

“YOU’RE HER WHAT!?”

“Snitch,” He Auntie spits out venomously.

“Why didn’t you tell me!?” Marinette asks her with the biggest grin.

“Surprise,” Selina gives half heated jazz hands.

“Wait! Whens the wedding? Do You have a dress? I’ll make one!” She deicides, brining out her sketchbook, drawing different designs, “What's the theme? Never mind tell me on the way to the fabric store, I’ll sketch up some designs,”

“Darling, please-” Selina is now getting pulled along.

“Oh! I’ll call Papa! I’m sure he’ll want to make your cake! We have to hurry, come on lets go!” They're already out the door, Marinette waves turning back to Bruce, “Nice meeting you!”

“What just happened?” Bruce asks Dick as he runs up next to him.

“She kidnapped one of the students on tour,”

“Who is now making her wedding dress,” Bruce nods, not understanding anything

“Did I miss something?”

I think we all did

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[misamccn]

linked - killua zoldyck. 

pairing: killua zoldyck x female reader

chapter word count: 2182

content warnings: violence, blood, child abuse, trauma, anxiety, death, abusive parents. 

summary: soulmate au - seventeen year-old (y/n) has never been free. after 9 years of being locked away with her father who uses her for her nen ability, (y/n) escapes and is on the run. she has big plans to become a hunter and see the world...until she meets her soulmate killua and his friends after discovering that her father is after her and wants to take her back. will she escape her father with the help of killua, gon, and alluka? will she bond with killua, or will they sever their link? 

:: prologue - running to the starting line

You craved control.

For all of your life, you never got to experience any kind of control, except when you were a little girl. Your mom would let you choose things for yourself. Like when you wanted to train, what you wanted to eat, and who you wanted to play with. But one day, she dropped you off to your father's house and she was gone. Murdered in cold blood that same night. Your light, happiness, and control died with her that day too. Gone in an instant. You would never choose another thing for yourself from that moment forward.

Until now.

Your feet, clad in thick black leather combat shoes worn with dirt and time, slapped against the wet pavement as you ran to the bus station. You roughly rubbed your hands against your tear-stained eyes. How could I be so stupid, you thought to yourself as your heart pounded in agony against your chest.

He really fooled you good, didn't he? For a second there, you felt safe. Like someone actually cared and didn't want you for your power.

Giichi...you bastard.

You clenched your fists angrily as you wiped the tears from your eyes. No more tears, I have to keep going or else dad will find me and I'll end up back in that cell.

After your mom died, your dad took you in and decided to make you use your gift as a payment for him taking you in. He took you underground in his base. There were no windows, no light, no color. It was dull and empty. The only things in your cell were a mat with a blanket, a toilet, and chains on the wall that were used to restrain you when you failed him and needed to be punished. You spent nine painful years down there. You spent your time healing your father's gang members and guards when they came back from a fight. The worst nights were the nights where a lot of them got hurt. Healing that many of them at once would almost kill you at some times, but your father never let you stop. He never let you have a break. The pain of it all left you breathless.

You were his tool and your purpose was to fix the people that were destroyed for him and his money.

The most painful part of it all though was probably the loneliness of it all. You didn't get to have any friends, and the only person your age that you knew was this boy that you met on an island a long time ago.

There was also your soulmate, of course.

He was always there, never fully in focus, but lingering in your thoughts. His emotions and feelings often filled your mind when they were strong. You didn't know his name, or what he looked like, but you knew him. Even if it was just a little bit.

You first felt him there the night your mom died.

The thunder and rain pattering against your window drowned out the sound of your sobs as you lay in bed awake that night. You had never felt so alone before. Not only was your mother gone, but her whole clan was gone. The people that she loved so much, and the people that you were just getting to know. Your small hand grasped your pillow tightly as a sob ripped its way through your throat when all of a sudden, you felt it. It was small, but nonetheless present. A soft, unfamiliar warmth lingered in the corner of your mind, almost like it was a little bit timid. It soothed her, suddenly she didn't feel so alone.

"I'm sorry," it seemed to say.

With tears still streaming down your cheeks and your eyes wide open, you whispered back, "Thank you."

There were multiple other occasions that you felt him there.

After your father smacked you around a few times for not healing fast enough, or not giving the results he wanted, you'd feel that same warmth.

When you were on the brink of death after healing too many terrible wounds at once, you felt his panic in the corner of your mind.

Sometimes, you could feel a deep loneliness in his mind. Sometimes you could feel he was in physical pain, just like you.

Was it possible that he was going through something similar?

You often wondered if he felt the lack of control that you did.

You knew that you would be destined to meet one day. When and where you didn't really know. You haven't found him yet because his first words to you were still written across your collarbone and you had yet to hear them out loud.

You were in no rush to find your soulmate though, you still had plenty of things you wanted to do. So many places to explore. So much life to live and take back. You were in no rush to settle down with a partner that you had no control over choosing, especially since you just freed yourself.

You ran away from your father's house about 3 months ago. There was a big raid. Enemies of your father had never broken into his base before, and you knew it was likely that it wouldn't happen again soon. So when the locks on your cell were unlocked due to the damage that was happening to the base, you took the opportunity and ran. You took your katana from your father's storage unit on the way out and bolted.

After running for a while, you found a small city. It was called Junipo City. The population was small and the poverty level was high. You were homeless for a while. You slept in an ally way behind the city's supermarket, and that's where he found you. Giichi.

When you first saw Giichi, you thought that he was very handsome. Just looking at his slick back black hair and green eyes made your heart do a little jump in your chest. However, it was his smile that pulled you in. There was something so friendly, so inviting about it. How naive you were then...

He acquainted himself with you and started dropping off food to you for about two weeks. After those two weeks, he convinced you to stay with him in a shelter that he lived in and worked in. He gave you your first set of new clothes in nine years, a place to sleep and food to eat. He took care of you, and for the first time since you escaped, you felt like maybe you didn't have to do things alone.

For the next two months, things were perfect. Giichi showed you all over town during the day. At night, he would bring you hot chocolate before you went to bed. You loved watching him play with all of the other kids and talk with the elderly at the shelter. Sometimes, late at night, you found the courage to confide in him. You told him about your past and all of your fears. Your heart began to flutter madly in your chest whenever he walked into the room. You thought that maybe, everything would be okay, maybe he even liked you too...

But after everything that happened tonight, you found yourself back in square one, alone again.

He had asked you if you had any career plans for the future.

"Hmm," you thought as your feet swung back and forth over the side of your cot, "I was thinking that maybe I could become a Hunter. I'm hoping to take the next exam. I think that my experience with nen and my katana gives me a good chance of passing the exam," you replied sheepishly.

"The next exam?" Giichi asked sorrowfully.

"Yeah," you smiled, "is there something wrong?"

Giichi smiled and shook his head, taking his seat on his cot across from yours.

"There's nothing wrong with that, of course. I'm really happy for you. It's just that...I'm really sad to see you go so soon. The Hunter exam is next week after all."

He looked back up at you. His sorrowful sage meeting your (y/e/c) ones. There was something in his look that made your heart soar...

"Giichi, I-"

He leaned in closer to you from his cot and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. Almost immediately you felt heat rise to your cheeks. He's so close...

"(Y/N)...I was going to wait to tell you this, but since you're leaving I have no choice but to tell you now," a mischievous smile found its way onto his face, "I really like you, (y/n). I have since the moment I met you. You're beautiful and strong. It really makes me sad that you're leaving before we had the chance to become something more than friends..."

Something more than friends? You had never thought about being more than friends with someone other than your soulmate...and even when you did think about that you figured that would be happening way down the line. Right now, you're free and you're allowed to finally make choices for yourself.

The first words of your soulmate burned angrily against the skin of your collarbone.

Could you pursue this, soulmate aside? No...no you couldn't. You were going to become a Hunter. You were going to make money and explore the world. Maybe along the way, you'd meet people and you'd get to finally use your power safely for people you care about...For now, though, you didn't have room for a relationship, despite what you felt for Giichi.

"Giich-"

Before you could tell him how you felt, he placed his hands on your cheeks and pressed his lips to yours.

You were completely frozen. Your eyes wide open in shock and your heart pounding against your chest. This was your first kiss. Before you could even process that thought it was over, and your soulmate mark was on fire.

He was there, lingering dejectedly in the corner of your mind. Feelings of jealousy, betrayal, and finally something passive washed over him in your head. And then he was gone. He shut himself out almost faster than your kiss.

Giichi pulled away from you, "After you get your Hunter license, will you come here and show me?"

You nodded your head slowly, your fingers playing with your tingling lips, "S-Sure."

He smirked and patted your head before walking away, "Get some sleep, (y/n). Goodnight."

Sleeping was the last thing you did. You laid awake in your cot, your soulmate mark throbbing against your collarbone. After about an hour of tossing and turning, you decided to get up and get some water, walking on your tiptoes to avoid waking the other sleeping children in the cots around you.

You were almost to the kitchen when you heard Giichi talking on the phone in his office.

"...uh-huh, yeah...She should be back from her Hunter Exam in two weeks, I'm guessing... Yeah...You can pay me and take her at the same time I guess, no need to make two trips... trust me, she'll definitely be back..."

You rocked on your feet outside of his office, almost losing your balance at the same time. He tried to trick you...he tried to gain your trust and sell you...To who though? Your father? A third party that knew about your power? That didn't matter, right now you had to get away and lay low.

You ran back to your cot and took the few things that you owned. You pulled on your black hoodie and pulled the strap of your Katana case over your chest and let your katana rest on your back. From there, you crept out of the back doors and ran into the night.

Your feet slowed to a stop as you reached the bus stop. A bus was there loading passengers so you immersed yourself into the line, pulling your hoodie over your face.

You took a seat alone at the back of the bus, the rain pattering angrily against the window and the wind rattling the bus.

You can do this alone, (y/n). Don't be afraid, you have to lay low for a little while.

You took a deep breath and shut your eyes. Regret weighed heavily on your heart and you tried to push these thoughts to your soulmate but you were met with silence.

The intercom on the bus buzzed to life, "Next stop: Yorknew City."

[mercurygray]

For the 30 Day AU Challenge: Dick and Joan with #3? Maybe Dick's the new manager of Joan & the girl gang band?

This was a lot of fun! Joan has this real cool TSwift vibe going in this drabble, if, you know, TSwift was also Joan Jett? I don't know music, don't poke it too much.

He was getting good at walking on moving buses.

A traveling tour setup was just a different type of convoy, and in the two weeks that Hippolyta had been on the road, Dick could honestly say that he'd learned a lot about women, and buses, and the care and feeding of rock bands. Being able to walk from the back to the front of the bus without falling, for instance, was a huge improvement, and he finally felt like he was settling in, at least a little, even if the band's frontwoman still didn't want to talk to him.

That was fine - there were other people who would.

Marj Gordon looked up from her papers as he cleared his throat. "Well, well, if it isn't Iceman."

"Kinda wish everyone would stop calling me that," Dick said, feeling the sway of the bus underneath him as the midnight expanse of highway rolled along outside the windows. "Makes me sound like a pilot."

"If you've got a nickname it usually means people like you," Marj offered with a smile. "But I can stop, if you like. You just don't seem like a Richard, and none of us really wanted to go around calling you Dick."

He considered a moment. "Maybe I'll stick to Iceman."

Marj smiled knowledgeably and gestured to the seat across from her, setting aside the spreadsheet for band merch she was carefully tallying. "What brings you to my office, sir?"

Dick sat down and moved a throw cushion to one side, trying to make himself comfortable on the bench seat. "Just wondering how Joan's doing, that's all."

How Joan was doing - with the tabloid story that her rockstar boyfriend had been seen very publically with another woman, with the social media fallout and the fans literally throwing everything they could at her.

"You could ask her, you know."

"I could," Dick said with a nod, "But she'll give me the answer she thinks I want to hear, and that's not why I'm asking. "

Marj raised an eyebrow, suitably impressed by the question. "She's doing pretty good. She's tougher than some people give her credit for. And sad as it is to say, she's had a lot of practice with crap like this. She's handled it all before and doubtless she'll do it again."

She glanced towards the back of the bus and Joan, deep in the corner with her headphones on and a notebook on the table in front of her, silently testing cords in the air. "The thing you have to know is that Joan has great taste in friends and music but really shitty luck when it comes to guys," Marj said with a wry smile, watching her friend across the dimly lit expanse of the tour bus. "She's like a magnet for it - everyone who wants a piece of fame. And to her - "

"To her I'm just another guy." Dick felt himself smile a little, watching her perform for no one but herself, deep in thought and at one with the music. It was a pure expression, somehow, a truer face than the mask she put on for the concerts and the fans and the press tour. He liked her better like this, in the silence and the little hidden moments when she couldn't see him - and here was Marj telling him why. That's why she won't give me a straight answer right now.

Marj nodded. "For now, anyway. But I don't think it's going to be like that forever." She straightened herself on the couch and leaned in a little. "Dick, I don't think you know you do this, but you listen really well. To... literally everyone. You made them fix that door in Chicago after Connie complained, you made them run that second check because Joe said the circuit was going to go. Trust me, she notices stuff like that - the taking care of her people. And," Marj added, very practical, "you're the first guy in a while who didn't immediately try to get into her pants, so - you've got a lot going for you just with that. She'll come around. You just have to give her a little time. Having those conversations in the bus is good. She feels safe here - she controls more variables. And travel's a liminal space. People open up more when they're moving- it's a documented phenomenon."

"Like we're doing now?"

The bassist nodded with a grin. "You know it."

[kaypeace21]

Stranger things is about mental health & trauma- deal with it!

I’ve seen a lot of people claim anyone who mentioned this topic immediately be gaslit and told they’re “just crazy” and “rudely projecting their own issues on to the characters.’ Like- no you don’t have to believe my  Will DID/Lonnie theory ( I could be wrong). But to claim one of the show’s central themes isn’t about mental health/trauma (screams either complete lack of lit comprehension or denial cause you have your own negative biases towards such people). So let’s just go into what’s literal text-not subtext/symbolism. Just the super blatant stuff.  RIGHT IN THE SHOW!

S1

-We have El when she first appears on screen  asked by Benny if her parents starved and hurt her and if that’s why she ran away. Benny then calls CPS to say El “may have been ab*sed or something.” After this Lucas says there is “seriously something wrong with her-wrong in the head. She’s probably from the NUT-HOUSE in curly county.penthurst” We also see El  cannonically has PTSD-all of s1 she’ll see something benign (a cat, a coke commercial, a closet) and is triggered to see a traumatic flashback. That’s literally ptsd.  There’s also hints throughout the seasons she’s developmentally behind in both language, telling time etc (neglect like El’s irl can cause an intellectual disability-analysis on El/that subject here).The real pethurst in pensylvannia (not the one in stranger things/ Curly county)  closed in 1986-  it was a facility for people and mostly  kids with intellectual disabilities (it wasn’t technically a psych facility like the one in st)-but it was infamous for it’s abuse of these intellectually disabled patients kept there. We also have Brenner be a ab*sive psychiatrist.

- Hopper after suffering from the loss of his daughter. Is popping pills like candy, drinking and smoking constantly. He later says he used to hallucinate and forgot what was real -seeing and hearing sarah and says if he didn’t confront the pain he’d “fall down a black hole he couldn’t get out of.” NO... subtext here about what the void represents nope.

- Both mothers (Terry & Joyce) are dismissed as being mentally ill and simply grieving the loss of their kids . But both end up being right about the supernatural.

- “Terry pretends Jane is real. i mean it’s all make believe. you know the doctors all say it’s a coping mechanism.”

- While with Joyce the whole town pre s1 already questioned her mental health. Jonathan says “She used to have anxiety problems (pre s1).” And Jonathan, Hopper, and Lonnie all assume she’s hallucinating: talking to Will via lights, seeing a man without a face, saying Will’s body is fake -due to grief. Plus Lonnie mentions the fact Joyce’s aunt Darlene also used to hallucinate as a possible reason  (terry’s aunt also had mental health issues mentioned in s2 by Becky). Lonnie even says everything Joyce is seeing  is “all in her head.”  Hopper and Jon both say she needs to sleep and accept reality and Lonnie says she needs to see a “shrink”.  Hopper “i’m not saying that you’re crazy”. Joyce : “no, you are.” Joyce also says to Lonnie “Stop looking at me like that... like everyone else like i’m out of my damn mind.” Hopper also says about Joyce she’s “on the edge”. Callahan says in response , “she’s been on the edge for a while now” (referring to her mental health- even before Will’s dissappearance)”. While Lonnie says Jonathan is “feeding into her hallucinations ... you’re going to push her right over the edge.” In s2 Hopper says “ I think everyone is on edge- you, me, Will most of all. (when talking about Will’s ptsd/trauma)” 

- in s1 They claim Will just “fell” over the edge of the quarry’s cliff. Later the only other queer coded character (Mike) jumps off the quarry cliff (where Will’s body was found) cause the homophobic troy forced him too jump. Troy even says earlier dead-Will is “flying with all the other fairies all happy and gay” (to Mike). And Troy says to Hopper El made Mike “fly” after jumping off the cliff. Friendship saved him from jumping off the edge metaphorically ( and he’ll prob eventually be happy and gay too).

s2/3

-Will is seeing a therapist . And we are told he has ptsd and will experience the anniversary effect, personality changes,nightmares, having episodes, etc. And things “will get worse before they get better”.  Mike also asks if what Will is seeing is “real or like the doctors say all in your head?” And Will continues to see hallucinations of the mf/upsidedown that only he can see initially.

-Hopper also agrees with owens mentioning how he knew guys with ptsd . joyce : “it’s not like he’s describing a nightmare. He talks about them like they’re real.” Hopper: “Yeah, because they’re not nightmares they’re flashbacks.I think he’s right about trauma.I think everyone is on edge (bringing that s1 ref back), Me you, Will, most of all.Nothing’s gonna go back to the way that it was. But it’ll get better.In time.”

-Nancy suffers from survivor’s guilt and drunkingly says she killed Barb. Jonathan says like Nancy he has “a weight that you that carry all the time . i feel it too.” (cough depression). He also says he tries to be there for Will but says about Will “he’s not the same. maybe things can’t go back to the way they were. (mirroring Hopper’s words earlier that season)”

-Jonathan said in s1 Joyce had “anxiety issues” than Nancy says in s3 “you really are your mother’s son... you worry too much.” Then we see him look worried after the comment.

- in s2, Axel & a scientist both call El and Will “schizos” because of their powers. In s3 mrs driscoll isn’t believed about the supernatural cause she’s schizophrenic-but like Joyce/Terry was right.

- Kali saves a woman named Dottie (a british slang term for crazy)  from a mental hospital and then compares herself and El to dottie. saying her non-powered gang is “Like us ...outsiders... society discarded them.”  In graphitti we even see the title “obedlam” a british poem about discarding the mentally ill and leaving them homeless.  El before this sees a mentally ill man screaming “we’re all dead!” Kali’s friend says to El, after this encounter they were “dead all of us” until kali “saved them here” (points to head) “and here” (points to heart). Pointing to the theme of love and friendship helping those with such issues. Similar to the cliff analogy.

-The cycle of ab*se. Max in s2 says she’s afraid of becoming like Billy (her ab*ser). We see Billy mimic his ab*ser neil and inflict pain on max. In s3 we see the roots of his behavior are linked to mimicking Neil- Neil in a flashback says  about baseball “what are you scared?”  “ did i raise a p*ssy for a son”. So young Billy later in a fight says to a boy “ what are you scared to fight me? fight me p*ssy. (as he beats the boy)” Deflecting his anger of his father on to someone else. In s3, We see as a kid he used to say to Neil “don’t hurt her” (his mom)-specifically after  Neil backhand slaps her -but we later see possessed Billy backhand slap Max (just like neil).  The resentment to his mother leaving - festered into how he views women and max negatively . And his attraction to mrs wheeler prob is linked to him subconsciously missing his mother. Max in s2 even says  he can’t take it out on her mother so he does so to her instead (we even have Billy hallucinate hurting mrs wheeler).We see in s2 the cycle of abuse is there- Billy mimics Neil, and then Max mimics Billy. Billy harrasses Max and yells “SAY IT!” (mimicking Neil).  Max like Billy later  yells “SAY IT” and uses a bat /violence to stand up for herself against Billy- which earlier she said she was trying to combat … explaining she can be angry like Billy sometimes but she never wants to be like him (her nickname symbolizing this: aka ‘mad max’).  Billy’s last dying words were an apology to Max- for becoming her neil. And we hopefully will see Max break this cycle.

- Will says his now memories (that he describes like dreams) are “growing “, “spreading “,and “killing”. While Kali says they need to face their father and (as Brenner) says El has to confront her “wound” or else it’ll “grow”, “spread” and “eventually it’ll kill her.” Kali says she used to be like El . She used to bottle her pain away and it “spread.” But she then says  “I confronted my pain and I finally began to heal (from those wounds).” We also see with jonathan and nancy when describing “shared trauma” zoom in onto the scars on their hands. The wound heeled into a scar so to speak.

S2 & 3 ENDINGS

both have Hopper do a speech that delves into dealing with trauma/depression but still finding good along the way.

-s2 Hopper outside the snowball: “how are you holding up? Yeah, that feeling never goes away. It is true what they say, you know. Everyday it does get easier.”

-s3 Hopper monolouge : “ Feelings jesus. For so long, i’d forgotten what those even were. I’ve been stuck in one place,in a cave you might say , a deep dark cave (cough s2 supernatural cave). For the first time in a long time, i started to feel things again. I started to feel happy. Life... yeah sometimes it’s painful .sometimes it’s sad, and sometimes it’s suprising... happy.. And when life hurts you, because it will .remember the hurt . The hurt is good. It means you’re out of that cave.”

BUT YES- St has nothing to do with mental health/trauma, we’re just “crazy” and “projecting”. It’s not like some of ya’ll  act pompous when you just have a bias and get pissy at the idea of relating to characters you “other” as “crazy” or “damaged” irl or anything (so attack people for pointing it out). Or (benefit of the doubt) you are just like.... oblivious... or just a kid who doesn’t know better XD