#apparently he does impressions of his brothers ( good ones too ) and i wanna see that so freaking bad
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Kodan No Osomatsu-san 2022-2023
#i really love the official art for this event so i wanted to make a transparent for the main image#i'd also kill for the blu-ray release for it to get an eng sub bc i wanna watch it so freaking bad#going off the fanart i've found that talks about their lectures kara's sounds so fun...#apparently he does impressions of his brothers ( good ones too ) and i wanna see that so freaking bad#putting his theater kid background to good use i love it#also i just really love the differences in their body language in the second image#osmt#osomatsu-san#matsuno bros#osomatsu#osomatsu matsuno#karamatsu#karamatsu matsuno#choromatsu#choromatsu matsuno#ichimatsu#ichimatsu matsuno#jyushimatsu#jyushimatsu matsuno#todomatsu#todomatsu matsuno#transparents#official
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Captain America: Civil War ft. Static (9) | s.r
Pairings: Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader, Tony Stark x Stark!Reader (siblings)
Genre: Angst city babyyyy
Summary: Zemo has a revelation in store for the Stark siblings, and suffice it to say neither of them takes very kindly to being betrayed by someone they had once trusted with their life.
(These scenes incorporate y/n, codenameâStatic, into the pre-existing story as a character without making drastic changes to the plot or mythos. All the major plot points from the MCU remain in place with the addition of the reader as Static, who is not only a Stark but also enhanced. Whatever events from the canon arenât mentioned, take place without much change.)
Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Past Trauma, Canon Typical Violence, Accident?
a/n: My writing speed is that of a fucking turtle.
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âRoss has no idea I'm here. I'd like to keep it that way. Otherwise, I gotta arrest myself,â she hears Tonyâs voice ring out somewhere ahead.
âWell, that sounds like a lot of paperwork,â she can hear Steveâs desperation for truce in his response.Â
Y/n can glitch in right now. Sheâs at the end of the corridor, a couple of steps and sheâll be with them. But not yet. Sheâs desperate for there to be a solid sign of the truce. She isnât sure she can watch her brother and the man she loves with her body and soul fight any more. Itâs been tearing her apart.Â
The truceâeven a temporary oneâis all she can hope for. And apparently good things come to those who wait.
âIt's good to see you, Tony.â Steve adds finally.
âYou too, Cap.â Tony responds. A smile breaks out on her face. âHey, Manchurian Candidate, you're killing me. There's a truce here. You can drop theâŠâ she hears Tony say and she knows that is the right moment.
Sergeant Barnes lowers his weapon and the moment he does, she miscalculates by an inch and glitches in just behind him.
âAm I interrupting something?â
The progression of Sergeant Barnesâ gun changes instantly. Itâs aimed at her within the second. The response time on the man is beyond absurd. Sheâd go as far as to say itâs impressive if she werenât, you know? Whatever, you get it.
Her hands fly up. âEasy there, Sergeant!â
âWhat the hell are you doing here?â Tony asks from where heâs standing down the stairs, in front of Steve.
Slowly, with her hands still up, she descends down the stairs to stand between the two most important men in her life. âWhat the fuck does that even mean? You thought I was going to leave you two alone after the shit youâve been pulling in the last 72 hours?â
âI didnât think youâd come,â Steve adds, with a hint of hope in his words. If she were looking his way, sheâs sure she could spot the curve of his lips forming the most subtle smile. She absolutely loves seeing that smile⊠but she doesnât really wanna look his way, in the general direction of the man right behind Steve.
âI wish I hadnât, then I wouldnât have a gun pointed at me,â she retorts, eyes straight ahead, staring at the slimy gray walls of the HYDRA facility.
âAre youââ Tony takes a step closer to her, âAre you trying not to make eye-contact with Barnes?â
Her hands are still up as sheâs facing Tony, âYeah, no. Iâm trying not to even look in his general direction. Iâm still pretty scared of him.â She turns to the Sergeant but her eyes are locked on a spot on the floor that seems particularly interesting right now. âIâm extremely sorry, Sergeant Barnes, I mean no offense by this,â she looks to Steve, âbut can you please make him put the gun down, itâs really not helping.â
âBucky,â is all Steve has to say and instantly the gunâs down. Itâs like whatever trance the Sergeant was in has broken. .
âI really am sorry,â she tries to tell him, looking vaguely in his direction. âItâs purely instinctual. Itâll fade⊠eventually. But for nowâŠâ
âIââ Sergeant Barnes tries but she cuts him off.
âWeâll talk about this, but not here and definitely not now.â Sergeant Barnes just nods slowly. Satisfied, she looks back at her brother and her boyfriend, âLetâs focus on stopping Zemo for now, rest we can figure out when time comes.â
With that sorted, all four of them begin making their way slowly down the corridor.
âI got heat signatures,â Tony comments.
âHow many?â Steve asks.
âUh, one,â Tony offers after a moment of consideration.
That makes Y/n halt her steps. Somethingâs off. She can feel something off. Thereâs a presence she canât put her finger on. Not Zemo. Something else.
âWhatâs wrong?â Sergeant Barnes asks her.
She thinks it over for a second and then, âNothing.â
As they walk into the vast chamber the lights come on. There are capsules in front of them, attached to the wall each one containing an enhanced soldier from the 1991 experiments. Hazy, yellow mist descends within the capsules. However, the bullet holes on the glass enclosures is what scares the shit out of her.
âTheyâre⊠Theyâre dead,â Y/n notes.
Thereâs a short crackle and a voice sounds out from the speakers. âIf itâs any comfort, they died in their sleep.â Itâs Zemo. Her eyes fly from Tony to Steve who seem to be having the same realization. âDid you really think I wanted more of you?â
âWhat the hell?â Sergeant Barnes questions under her breath.
âIâm grateful to them, though. They brought you here.â Zemo appears in a control room.
Before Y/n can warn him against it, Steve hurls his shield at him but it ricochets easily against the chamber and comes flying back to Steve.Â
âPlease, Captain,â Zemoâs voice is laced with a smirk. âThe Soviets built this chamber to withstand the launch blast of UR-100 rockets.â
âIâm betting I could beat that,â Tony retorts, walking closer.
âOh, Iâm sure you could Mr. Stark⊠Given time,â Zemo taunts. âBut then youâd never know why you came.â
âYou killed innocent people in Vienna just to bring us here?â Steve questions Zemo from across the glass window of the chamber.
Zemo, fucking, smirks.
It should terrify her, and to some extent it does. But thereâs something in his eyes, something so familiar to her that she canât believe sheâs seeing it reflected back. Sheâs seen that look in her own eyes in the mirror for decades.
Itâs fire. Itâs fire and itâs rage and itâs as personal as it can get.
âI thought about nothing else for over a year. I studied you. I followed you. But now that youâre standing here, I just realized⊠thereâs a bit of green in the blue of your eyes,â Zemo notes, and fuck if that doesnât creep the shit out of her. âHow nice to find a flaw.â
âYouâre Sokovian,â Steve notes. âIs that what this is about?â
âSokovia was a failed state long before you blew it to hell. No.â Zemo dismisses the assessment so easily, so carelessly, itâs making all the damn alarm bells go off in her system. âI'm here because I made a promise.â
Steve studies Zemo for a second and then,, âYou lost someone?âÂ
His eyes darken.
Y/n knows that feeling, this feeling. She knows it through and through.
Zemo clicks his tongue, then, âI lose everyone. And so will you.â He presses something on the console to his right. Instantly the computer on Steveâs right lights up. Something flashes on screen, Y/n canât help herself, getting more curious by every passing word of the conversation, she walks over to Steve, to the computer.Â
16 ĐĐ”ĐșабŃŃ 1991
She⊠sheâs not sure how toâŠ
Whatâs happening?
This isnâtâthis isnâtâŠ
âAn empire toppled by its enemies can rise again. But one which crumbles from within? Thatâs deadâŠâ Zemoâs words are dangerous.
âAnthony,â is all that Y/n can choke out. Itâs probably her tone, and the use of his full name that brings Tony rushing over to her side.
She reaches for his hand. Instinctually, Tony disassembles his armor from his hand so he can hold hers.
When Tony looks at the freeze frame of a secluded road and the date on the tape, December 16 1991, his eyes rove with anxiety. âI know that road. What is this?â
As the tape begins to play, the horror unfolds in front of her eyes. She watches unable to breathe with an iron grip on the Iron Man.Â
She watches the car crash, she watches Howard Stark plead only to be shocked at the face of his assailant. She watches as her bloodied-up best friend, the person who saved her, the person who gave her a homeâthe person who gave her a familyâis struck in the head with a metal arm. She watches on as Howardâs body slumps, falling to the ground lifelessly. His corpse is then dragged back and placed in the driverâs seat of the car.
Then the assailant moves on to the next target, the collateral damage, Maria. He walks over to the passenger seat of the car where Maria is calling for Howard. She watches Maria plead for help but help doesnât arrive. Instead, expressionless, the assailant chokes the life out of her. Maria Stark dies. The kindest woman sheâs ever known in her life is drained of her life and left like trash at the corner of an unnamed road.
The Winter Soldier then walks up and aims the gun at the surveillance camera and shoots it.
The screen goes black.
Y/n had some semblance of an idea that perhaps yes, Howard and Maria Starkâs death wasnât an ordinary accident. Sheâd desperately begged Peggy to look into it, with Thompson and Souza. They had and gave it the all clear.
But in this moment, she thinksâshe realizes, perhaps she always knew the truth and was too afraid to look into it. Because if not then, why didnât she investigate it herself? Back then sheâd given herself the excuse that Tony needed her more than the investigation. Sheâd told herself that sheâd be too biased to conduct a sound inquiry. Her feelings wouldâve gotten the entire thing too muddled up and messy. She told herself it was the smarter thing to maintain distance.Â
That was all horseshit.
She was a scared little kid on the streets of Madripoor once again. Sheâd lost her family and was walking around without a place to call home and the thought of having to fight HYDRA on top of that wouldâve been too much. Sheâd looked the other way, let things slide, let the murder of her only family slide on account of being a fucking pussy.
And now, she has to confront the truth.
âDid you know?â Tony asks Steve somewhere behind her.
She canât take her eyes off the now black screen.
âI didnât know it was him,â Steve answers.
âDonât bullshit me, Rogers! Did you know?âÂ
Thereâs silence for a few seconds, a long, long few seconds, and then, âYes.â
Thatânow that makes Y/n turn.
She only catches Steveâs eyes for a second, before Tonyâs punching Steve and reengaging the Iron Man helmet.Â
More things happen, the fightâs broken out, sheâs sure more shit goes down but something just pricked her in the back of her neck and sheâs feeling a little dizzy. Everything feels⊠so fucking heavy.Â
Y/n can still hear the commotion from the fight between the men but it seems distant.
âMy apologies, Miss Stark, you imbalance the scales too much,â Zemoâs voice rings out on the speaker. âYouâll be back in the game in just a little while.â
âYou ever plan on opening your eyes, sleeping beauty?
âWhat have you got against my happiness, you cruel, cruel man?â
âIâm not the one who wanted to do this, remember?â
âHas anyone ever told you youâre an ass?â She dragged herself out of the passenger seat of the car. Stretching to unfold her joints, she shoved the man next to her just for the fun of it.Â
âIâve got a list of âem under my bed, you want to be the latest addition?â He threw back with a smile. Say what you will about the man, but no one can ever deny that Howard Stark had a killed smile.Â
âSmart ass,â she chided him without much heat.
âYeah, yeah. Tell me something new,â he retorted, hand waved in dismissal. âYou ever gonna tell me why weâre here? As far as I recall, I was promised the best bachelor party known to mankind.â
She rolled her eyes. âI didnât promise jackshit, dickwad. I told you we were going to Atlantic City, the rest you made up all in your head, all by your lonesome.â
âWhatâs a man supposed to think when his best friend tells him that the bachelor party road trip is going to be to Atlantic City?â He pulled a box of cigarettes from his pocket. He put the cigarette between his lips and lit it.
They were leaning on their broken down car, parked on the beachâparked, however would be a generous term. Theyâd pushed it off the highway onto the beach as a makeshift camp site. The sun was setting ahead of them, slowly being swallowed up by the waves. The wind blew in their faces, as the cars passed by behind them. It made the shit-show of a road trip seem almost worth it⊠if you didnât include their car breaking down in the middle and having to push it for a couple miles. Yeah, pretty worth it apart from that one slight glitch.
âIâm your best friend?â She asked, absolutely confused.
Howard just looked at her once before breaking out in maniac laughter. âWhat sorta question is that?â
âA genuine one,â she told him, serious as ever. âHowie, you serious? Iâm your best friend?â
âYeah, Stark! Obviously youâre my best friend, who else?â He replied, still laughing his ass off.Â
âAny fucking body, man. Even Jarvis seems like a more likely option than⊠me,â she answered.
âThatâs some horse shit, Stark and you know it! We live together, we work together, we shit together, eat together. I donât think Iâve seen anyoneâs face as much as Iâve seen yours in the last couple years. Youâve got my last name, damn it. Who the fuck else would be my best friend?â He was looking at her then, genuinely concerned. He seemed like she was asking him if the moon truly revolved around the Earth.
âI⊠I thought all thatâall thatâs shit you have to live through cause Peggy dumped me on you,â she provided meekly.
That apparently irked him some. âYou think I do all that shit with you cause of Peggy?â He asked.Â
She nodded in a simple reply.
That apparently was not the right move.Â
He threw the cigarette to the ground, quite angry now, âWhy the fuck would I? Iâm not a saint and you know it. I never have been. You could count all my good deeds on one hand and all of them had a selfish reason behind it.â He began to pace.
âWhat was the reason behind this one?â
He looked at her, eyes wide in astonished fury. âThe reason behind letting you into my life was that you are by far the only person who understands me. You are the only person I have ever met whoâs never asked me to mold myself into something Iâm not, while simultaneously encouraging me to be better. Youâve been in my corner, without hesitation and youâve ripped me a new one when Iâve been wrong. You, Stark, are the only person Iâve ever met who is able to make me believe I am a good man, and understand that I can be better!â He seemed like he was about to blow a gasket. âPeople see me, see an ass and let me be. You are probably the only person who looks at me and sees the complexities, the entire picture of me as a man. No one gets me, Stark, not even me⊠Not like you do.Â
âAt the end of the day, sharing a beer with you, working on cars with you, bitching about S.H.I.E.L.D. with you, that shit keeps me sane. Part of meâs so fucking glad you quit, cause now youâre not gone for days on end for stupid fucking missions. Cause then I get to sit with you and chat about absolutely nothing.â He was still pacing. âYou really thought I did all that out of the goodness of my heart? You think I gave you my name cause Peggy asked me to?â
She nodded again, which again was apparently not the right call.
âFUCK, Stark! If I were such a giver I wouldâve joined the fucking Red Cross! I gave you my name cause you are my family, damn it!â
âOh.â
âOh?!â He raged, not pacing anymore. Facing her, he asked, âThatâs all you got?â
She thought for a second, looked over at the man who was standing in front of her, wearing a t-shirt and jeans like any normal dude. The last time she saw the man without a suit and tie was a long time ago, he looked much less of a dick this way.Â
âWe came here for, i donât know, for something like a⊠a last hurrah. I found a place downtown. That andââ she was cut off.
âWhat?â Howard Stark looked like someone had just punched him in the gut.Â
âI found a place downtown,â she told him. âGimme a week or so, Iâll be out before the wedding.â
âWhat?â
She hesitated, âIâd be out sooner but I donât really own⊠furniture?â
âWHAT?â
She didnât know how to respond to this line of questioning anymore. âWhat do you mean what?â
âIs this about what happened? If youâre mad at me, which you have every right to be, letâs fight it out. Punch me if you want, Stark. Iâll take it!â He looked so desperate, it threw her for a spin.
âNo! No, this isnât about that,â she told him, because itâs not.
âThen why else would you talk about moving out?â He didnât let her answer. He took a couple steps towards her. He fumbled with his words, going back and forth before he looked at her and said, âLook, I understand what I did⊠I waâI was way out of line. But I am truly sorry, Stark. I promise you, it will never happen again. I⊠My head wasnât in the right place. I thought if I found somethingâno I donât know. I thought I could help. You were struggling with controlling your powers, so I thought maybe I could find something to help you with it. I thought Iâd tell you if I found something, and if I didnât then⊠Then no harm done, right?â He seemed beyond desperate.
âItâs not about that, Howie.â
âCome on! I know youâre pissed at me! Just say it!â
She walked past him, with her back to him and her face to the ocean ahead, she replied, âI am not pissed at you, HowieâŠâ
âDonât bullshit me.â
She exhaled deeply. âIâm hurt, not pissed.â
âIs that why you want to move out?â He asked, his voice small.
She turned to him then, âWhat? No! Youâre my best friend, dickwad. I ainât ditching you cause you did something profoundly stupid?âÂ
âIâm your best friend?â Howard asked.
She rolled her eyes. âFuck off, asshat.â
He took a step towards her. âNo, seriously. I thought, after what I pulledâŠâ
âYou were an ass, yes. It was a breach of trust and like I said, I am⊠Iâm pretty hurt⊠But thatâs got nothing to do with any of this.â
âThen?â
âYouâre getting married, man. I canât keep crashing on your couch once your wifeâs around,â she explained. âHow is she gonna feel?â
âElated,â he answered easily. Before she could argue, continued, âI think Maria is more excited about sharing the place with you than me. Something about you being a better cook or whatever.â He leaned on the car again, pulling out a fresh cigarette, he lit it.
âOh so itâll be you, your wife and the freeloader on the couch? One big happy family?â She was frankly really confused about the entire arrangement.
He rolled his eyes. âYeah, right. Iâve never bought groceries a day in my life, and yet the fridge is always stocked. Youâre the farthest thing from a freeloader, Stark. And besides, Iâm not as big a dumbass as you think I am, you know? Iâm not gonna make her move into my room that shares a wall with yours.â
âThen?â She asked, motioning him to pass the cigarette to her. She took a drag.
âI live in a mansion, you idiot. Weâll move into the master-bedroom, like God fucking intended Iâll turn my old room into my lab, which letâs be honest is already my lab, and weâll be fine and dandy!â He took the offered cigarette from her hand and took a drag himself.
âOhâŠâ
âYou really didnât think I had a plan?â He asked with the smirk audible in his words.
She shook her head, âI thought moving out would be the kinder, smarter thing to do.â
âHow?â
âIâd be done burdening you and itâd be less humiliating than you finding me a place as a way of politely telling me to fuck off,â she offered.
He looked at her again, âIf after all these years you donât already know that place is your home, then I have been doing something seriously wrong.âÂ
Somewhere behind them, up the hill on the road, a car was parked as the two passengers were yelling out their names from inside it. It was Jarvis and Maria, calling out to them. She and Howard had called them asking for help once they knew their car couldnât be saved even with the joint acumen of both friends.Â
They both turned at their names being yelled out. Looking back at the site of Maria waving at them, Howardâs head fell. âI really have been doing it wrong, havenât I?â
She motioned for both of them to park the car and join them on the beach before turning to Howard. âYouâve been doing just fine.â
âI shouldnât have lied to you about the experiments,â he stood up straighter. âIf you want to move out because of all that shit, I understand. Iâll get you a place in New York, not too close but not too far either. And you donât gotta worry about any furniture or any of that shit. Iâll get it sorted.â He turned over to Jarvis and Maria who were walking down the hill to them. âHey Jarvis, what was the name of my realtor?â He shouted.
She punched him on the shoulder, hard.
âOWW! What was that for?â
âFor betraying my trust and conducting experiments on my blood without my consent,â she told him, his face sobered instantly. So she punched him again.
âFUCK ME! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?â
âThinking I cared for you so little that betraying me would change the fact that youâre my best friend.â
âWhat in Godâs name are the two of you doing?â Maria asked as she and Jarvis finally came to stand in front of them.
âOh I was just about to ask Stark if I can punch for thinking you and I were going to kick her out,â Howard told Maria while looking at her with a smirk.
âYouâre welcome to try.â She told him.
But Maria intervened, âWhat kind of nonsense is that? Why the hell would you move out?â Her tone is so stern it throws her off. âYouâre family.â
And just like that, it was settled.
Y/n was a Stark.
When she wakes up, all she can hear is Steveâs voice ringing in her ears.
âDonât bullshit me, Rogers! Did you know?â
âYesâ
Her eyes couldnât focus. Try as she might, her head is too heavy for her vision to be anything but blurry. Everythingâs too heavy. She tries to stand, but the weight of her bones seem so foreign, she can barely flip herself onto her stomach.
But then, she hears something. The sound of a metal clashing into metal.
And a yelp. Tonyâs yelp.
Thatâs a war cry.Â
With whatever little strength she can muster up, she pushes herself off the ground. Stumbling across the hall, struggling to make her way through the broken pieces of concrete, she gets to the end of the corridor, to the sight of her brother, on his knees, being tag teamed by Sergeant Barnes and Steve Rogers.
Suffice it, all hell breaks loose.
Her armor is up within the second.
Instantly she glitches in front of Tony, between the two super soldiers. Punching Barnes in the throat, her focus lands on Steve.
âY/n,â Steve tries, stumbling back.
âSteve,â she speaks evenly, as she takes a step towards him.
âY/n, he didnât know,â his words are haphazard, confused. He keeps stepping back, trying to put distance between himself and her.
Sheâs not going to let him go that easily. âUh-huh.â
âHYDRA had brainwashed him,â Steve says.
Her fists clench.Â
âYou know what thatâs like, donât you?â
And thatâwell, he shouldnât have said that.
The first punch she throws lands straight on his jaw. She even hears it crack.
âY/n,â he tries again, stumbling back.
âTalking partâs over, Rogers.â The second hit lands directly to his gut. He falls to his knees, she grabs his collar, dragging him upright, she hits him, and then hits him again, and again. As sheâs going for another hit, a metal arm wraps around her wristâhalting her in the process.
Turning she faces Barnes. Knees him in the side, waits for him to recoil, for the hurt and lands a gorgeous uppercut. She grabs him by his shirt to keep him from falling. Pulling him back, she knees his other side, elbows him right to the face, once, twice, thrice before he blocks her.
He tries to land a hit to her side but she dodges easily. Heâs using his right arm, instead of the metal one. Itâs Barnes fighting her right now, not The Winter Soldier. She aims a kick to his temple but is blocked by Steve before she can land it. He pulls her by her leg, ready to throw her to the other side of the room only to get her off Barnes. He thinks sheâs targeting him, that Barnes is her focus, the main subject of her anger.
He couldnât be more wrong.
Mid motion of Steve yanking her off, she glitches out of his hand easily. She glitches in, less than a second later, only a couple steps ahead of him.
He yelps, shaking off his hand. The contact of his hand on her leg sent a bolt of electricity through his hand. Sheâs brimming with so much power right now, sheâs kind of impressed with him still standing. He eyes her. She can see a confusion of determination and.. Fear.
It makes her a little cocky.
With a clenched jaw and a slight tilt of her head, she challenges both men to do their worst.
Steve attacks her from the left side, while Barnes takes her on from the right. Itâs hubris at its best. Steve Rogers is holding back because he believes heâs stronger, he believes he might hurt her. Sergeant Barnes is afraid to even have the fight, heâs only fighting to protect his best friend. But otherwise, heâs ridden with guiltâguilt of killing Howard and Maria, guilt of all the people he killed when he was brainwashed by HYDRA, the guilt of torturing her relentlessly under HYDRAâs mind control. Barnes is fighting with his heart, not his head.
Both men have made the crucial and substantial error of pissing her off.
She reads their attacks easily, dodging most and letting Barnes hit Steve by just moving out of the way or using Steveâs momentum to land a punch on Barnes. Their fight pattern is old and boring, just like them. Barnes manages to land a hit to her leg, she gives it back to him two folds by wrapping her thighs around his throat and throwing him through the ground. Steve on the other hand barely manages to land a hit to her gut.
âUgh!â She yells out, and the man halts instantly.
âAre you okay?â Steve asks, more out of habit than anything else.
Fucking idiot, she thinks, before kicking him straight in the chest. He stumbles back and falls on his ass. Furious at his naivete, heâs back on his feat instantly. With Barnes in toe, they jump back in on her.
But she sees them coming a mile away every single timeâthatâs the curse of fighting with your heart. It makes you predictable⊠if you know the person youâre up against.
Thereâs a hold, Steveâs shield against her punches, while the other handâs occupied dodging attacks from Barnes. Steve looks at her then, right in the eyes before speaking between her punches, âNever thought youâd use it against me when I taught it to you.â
Belatedly, and only once the words leave Steveâs mouth does she realize that the move was his, he taught it to her on a sweet summery evening. They were covered in sweat and it felt sweeter than sin when one thing led to another and heâd tackled her to the ground for a completely different purpose altogether. She can practically feel her blood run cold.
The irony is, she would look back on this moment later and realise, that right now sheâs doing the same fucking thing as the boysâfighting with her heart, with all the fire thatâs burning inside of that small fragile little organ that her head doesnât have a fucking chance against it. And unfortunately she doesnât realize it until she makes the mistake of ignoring Barnesâ left arm. The metal arm.
Barnes lands blow right to her chest, the force of his super strength along with the metal fucking arm courtesy of HYDRA, sends her flying across the room. Her head hits the wall before she falls to the ground.
Her consciousness comes and goes, but she can swear she can hear Tony cursing at what she presumes are the offending party, Barnes and Rogers. But she canât be too sure, the world seems to be slipping from her, like sand through her fingers.
âI know you always do, but Iâll say it just for my peace of mindâlook out for Tony, will you?â Maria asked with such trepidation that one would think she genuinely was afraid the answer could ever possibly be anything except yes⊠AS IF.Â
But Y/n just nodded.
Maria nodded as well and then looking back she placed a kiss on Tonyâs cheek. Â
âWeâll back by Monday morning,â Howard informed her, a little hesitant.
âEnjoy the fucking Bahamas,â Y/n had replied with a substantial amount of bitterness. She never appreciated it when theyâmore pointedly Howardâleft Tony behind, so the bitterness came quite easily. And somehow it became the last thing she ever said to the two people who (along with Tony) constituted her entire family.
Her eyes open because of the sheer brightness of it. Her concussed brain cannot fathom what could possibly be radiating so much light. Until her eyes focus, then she sees it. Tonyâs blast against Steveâs shield.
It breaks her heart.Â
Then theyâre fighting again. Steveâs falling heavy on Tony. With emotions running so high, sheâs sure Tonyâs not quite focused on his training. Heâs probably relying on F.R.I.D.A.Y. to examine his fight patterns. She wants to help, but her head feels heavy, like thereâs a leak in it. Stretching a hand with all her might, she touches the offending leak on the back of her head and apparently it really is a leak, because when she brings her hand back in front of her, itâs covered in red.
She looks around for Barnes then, suddenly very worried for Tonyâs safety. She canât protect him from both of them if sheâs injured. But when she spots him lying on the ground, left shoulder armless and in ruins, all her fear fades away and sheâs only left with pity.
When she looks back at Tony, heâs turned the tides. Steveâs on the floor on his knees in front of him.
âHe's my friend,â she hears Steve say in between heavy breaths. But even on his feet with Tony looming over him, Steve Rogers sounds nothing but determined.
âSo was I,â Tony replies⊠heartbroken.
Tony punches him again, then again and then throws him off to the side. âStay down. Final warning,â he warns, blasters pointed at Steve.
Steve struggles to his feet, his face bloody and his gate weary. He raises his fists and stares Tony down, âI can do this all day.â
Iron man raises his left palm ready to fire. Bucky grabs his leg and Tony spins, kicking him in the face. Steve grabs Iron Man and lifts him over his head, then throws him down, punches him and bashes his mask off with his shield before striking down hard on the suit's core.Tony looks horrified and glowers fearfully at Steve who pants for breath. Both have blood spattered across their faces. Steve looks back at Tony then shuts his eyes and slumps down.
Later, much much later sheâll realize Steve had slammed the shield onto the arc reactor at the center of Tonyâs suit on purpose. She doesnât know that right now. Right now itâs too late, she sees red.
Slowly and then all at once the ground begins to shake. All three men are confused for a second until it clicks, for Barnes before either of her two favorite men in her life. Barnes is the one who looks to her for an explanation for what could very easily be a natural calamity. The other two follow eventually.
âY/n,â Steve tries.
But like sheâs already pointed out, itâs too fucking late. Sheâs radiating power, too much of it. Only when the men begin covering their eyes does she realize sheâs radiating light, too much of it. Sheâs on her feet, levitating, inches above the ground.
âDoll,â Steve tries again. He shouldnât have.
Her hands clench and the building begins shaking.
Steve takes a few steps towards her, with something akin to love in his eyes perhaps but she doesnât much care for it now. âDoll, you gotta hear me out.â
âNoâŠâ she thinks aloud, âNo I donât.â She lets her hands go free, thereâs a wave of energy that explodes from her, it's bright and itâs pink and itâs pure unadulterated power. The walls begin to crack, pieces of the structure begin to fall and all she can do is relish the horror in Steveâs eyes as the realization of her strength dawns on him.
The sky above them becomes more visible as the building and its miscellaneous parts fall away, and the sky is a soft shade of pink. Sheâs moving each and every part of their surroundings, even the clouds. Theyâre rubbing against each other, thunder crackling above them. Thereâs heat in her power, just as much as there is inside her. Sheâs burning with it, she wants to burn Steve with it as well.
How fucking dare he raise that shield against Tony? Against Howardâs son? After everything he did for Steve? After everything Tony did for Steve? After everything she did for him⊠after all her love?
How fucking dare he?
Her armor is up in a second and she hits the ground. Before Steve can even comprehend whatâs happening, she manifests her blade, before he can register it, sheâs shoving away Barnes who had stepped in to protect his best friend, before he can even react, her blade is glowing bright and pink inches from his eyes, already at his throat.
âY/n,â Tony calls out, and his voice is the only thing between her and the death of Captain America at her hands.
It takes everything in her to not give in, to not slide her blade a little further, itâs already cutting in, drawing a drop of blood. She watches it trickle down onto his uniform. It breaks her heart, it breaks her apart. She loved this man, she loves this man, body and soul. She is his, even now. She doesnât know how to not be his. She doesnât know how to stop loving him, she is not sure she wants to, even now. But this is the cost of betrayal.
Barnes tries to step in, but heâs quite broken already. Moreover, heâs not her sinner. She glitches away with Steve only a couple steps away. Barnes is about to try again when she presses the blade further in, only by a millimeter but it draws more blood and Barnes backs down immediately. He looks to Tony, hopelessly.
âY/n,â Tony begins. âLet him go.â His voice is broken and strained as it takes everything in him to get back on his feet.Â
âWhy?â She challenges. Sheâs raging, thereâs so much inside her, so much brimming just under her skin, sheâs electrified by it. The ground beneath her feet is shaking well enough that itâs cracking. They should be running, all of them should be running. Outside they can hear the structure crumbling to the ground, pieces of the building are falling all around them too.
âBecause you love him, Y/n,â he tells her easily. There is no urgency in his voice, there is no fear either. Heâs not worried about getting buried under the rubble, heâs not particularly worried about Steve either, she thinks. Heâs speaking as if heâs just stating a fact, and a fact it is. âYou love him so damn much.â
âSo?â She watches Steve wince at her response, which wouldnât throw her off all that much but he hadnât even flinched when sheâd first placed the blade against his throat.Â
âSo?â Tony throws back, his voice rumbling alongside the thundering clouds. Itâll begin raining any second now. âSo itâll kill you to kill him.â
âHe deserves it,â she tells Tony, because he fucking does.
âI know,â Tony acquiesce. âBut you donât. Itâll break you, Y/n. And I canât⊠I canât lose you tooâŠ.â
She knows heâs right. If she kills him right here, right now, and she could, she really fucking could, Tony would lose her because she well and truly loves this man more than she needs air to breathe. Because with every one of her responses she watches his heart break and while it felt like vengeance, her heart is aching knowing that she caused it.
What the fuck does that even mean? She wants him to hurt, like heâs hurt her but causing him pain hurts her more than it harms him so what even is the fucking point?
What in the fuck is the motherfucking point?
âFuck!â She curses.Â
She looks at Tony, covered in wounds and blood, who, just like her, is raging with anger only kept at bay out of reverence for her. He shakes his head.Â
âFUCK!â She yells out, another wave of power pulsing out of her, breaking the entire foundation of the building at once. And then swiftly, she pushes Steve away and rushes over to her brother, shouldering his weight.Â
Behind her, she hears Steve take a step towards her, but is stopped in his tracks when an entire staircase falls in front of him, blocking his path. Itâs for the best. âGet out,â Tony tells him. âGet the fuck out of our lives, Rogers.â She doesnât turn to look at Steveâs face at his words. She doesnât want to know.Â
Steve begins leaving, helping Barnes up and shouldering his weight.Â
Thereâs rubble falling all around them when Tony calls out one last time. âThat shield doesn't belong to you. My father made that shield!â
âYou don't deserve it,â she says it only as a whisper but she knows he can hear it clear as day.Â
Steve stops, raises his chin, then drops the shield and walks away with Bucky's arm around his shoulder.
Before the entire thing can collapse on their heads, Y/n glitches Tony and herself outside, near his jet.
It begins raining. Itâs not supposed to rain this time of year in Siberia, but with the amount of energy Y/n has let escape into the sky, the clouds had very little say on the matter.
They sit there on the snow, under the rain and watch as the building crumbles to the ground. Itâs a fucking mess.Â
Itâs silent but the animosity in the air is clear.
She knows he hates her right now and she canât blame him all that much to be honest.
âYou should have let me kill him,â she tells him.
Tony scoffs. âYou should have let me kill Barnes.â
âWasnât his fucking fault he was brainwashed. He probably didnât even remember till Zemo showed him the fucking tape. But Steve⊠he knew, and he lied to us.â
âYou got great taste in men.â
Her jaw clenched, âYou should have let me kill him then.â
âWhat would be the point?â
She doesnât know the answer. But the terse tone of his voice is proof enough that a part of him blames her for it too. And well, he should. She couldâve done so much more about it all but instead she chose to fall for the man who lied to them about the death of their family. Of course he hates her. She hates herself.
Her phone chimes. Reluctantly she checks it. âFuck,â she curses.
âLet me guess, in another 5 minutes Iâm about to get a text from dear old Theadore about how heâs on his way ready to rain down hellfire?â Tony questions, clearly rhetorically. When she doesnât respond, Tony clenches his jaw and says, âGet out of here, Iâll take care of it.â
âTony,â she tries.
âGet out of here, Y/n!â Is all he says as he gets up and begins making his way inside his jet.
She stands there for a second, soaking in the rain, letting the snow beneath her feet burn her cold. And then she glitches away.
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LITA Ep 2 rewatch thoughts
This is such a long post bc I included screenshots oops
I forgot to mention it last time but the opening is so catchy!! I also didn't know BossNoeul sang it until I'd already seen the whole show but that knowledge makes it even better :)
Since we're at the second episode, ofc they start us off with a lil recap. I'm happy to see P'Aon again, yay! Also I like the fun background music. Rain is giving inquisitive puppy vibes in this scene and I'm here for it <3 And then P'Aon mentions Phayu and he instantly turns into disgruntled kitten AHHH what a cutie
VERSUS
Also "how do I know your boss didn't do anything weird to my car" oh sweetheart, he already DID something weird to your car, it's all good now
Once again we get puppy!Rain vs. meow!Rain in the next scene (I'm serious, how tf does Noeul fit all this cuteness inside?)
VERSUS
P'Aon looking at Rain's number like it's the Holy Grail PLSSSS
Yassss Rain call your man out!! What have we got so far? Asshole, bastard, unprofessional, pervert - our boy sure has a range of vocab
Loving that weatherperson foreshadowing that Rain's future is about to have some storm-wrought turbulence - I think it's so funny when a character is like "I never wanna hear/see/think/experience X person again" and then one narrative later they take back those words real quick
I'm also a huge fan of the brothers' dynamic! P'Saifah is always down to call his brother a massive simp to his face, but can you blame him when Phayu literally has this besotted look on?
Ok but what happens next is really short but I think quite interesting. Saifah asks Phayu how long he's been single, and there's a long pause where the camera cuts to this look (see below) on Phayu's face. It kind of looks like he's been single for a while, and not exactly by choice - I get the impression he's been hurt in the past or he hasn't found what he's looking for. BUT then it's immediately followed up with Saifah checking in and Phayu saying "I'll tell you when something happens" with a rather gleeful look. He's already expecting Rain to meet his standards and not run away from him!!! I love how happy Saifah looks for his bro too
And then we get Rain channeling some meerkat energy (I know I've said this a thousand times but URGH WHAT A CUTIE). Also Sky's BS-meter firing so high and Rain's voice jumping like 5 octaves has me cackling every time
Actually, this whole section is quite funny - Rain skipping into the middle of the crowd and then immediately getting ready to run when he sees Phayu, and also there's something yellow+blue color-related going on here but idk what it is (it's cool tho!)
Here are the live reactions to Rain grabbing Phayu's arm to drag him away:
Phayu: mission accomplished đ
Sky: prayin for ya bff đ
Ple: I want that to be me đ
Me + the rest of the students: hmmmm đ???????
Ok Rain really has a colorful vocabulary and Phayu is apparently is NOT here for it. Also are Phayu's lips magnets to you Rain? You did not have to stick your lips out like that when you're just tryna have a conversation about manners
I also find it very interesting that Rain is the one to pull Phayu along, first into the bathroom and then into the actual stall. On one hand I know he just doesn't want to be found out by other people but I do think it's rather telling that Phayu who is clearly much larger than Rain allows himself to be manhandled so easily.
First lip touch alert!!!
I'm talking about things I only know marginally about here but idk what else to call it so... I've never heard of a person dropping into subspace so friggin fast I mean all Phayu did was breathe on his neck for 0.2 seconds and Rain's goneeee. I was absolutely unprepared the first time I watched this, and even now on my nth rewatch I'm still feeling some type of way
I didn't notice this until someone pointed it out but Phayu does take a second to pull back and check in (peep the surprised eyebrow raise - clearly he didn't expect Rain to be so into it after like 2 seconds, but he's certainly not complaining)
I also didn't notice this before but Rain actually moans here. Very understandable. Also Phayu telling Rain he did a good job? Praise kink activated (Phayu really just awakened things in Rain one after another lmao)
Another entry into the Rain death-grips Phayu library
I'm actually a bit surprised Rain got yanked out of his headspace so fast - no wonder he collapses by the sink. It's good that Phayu verbally communicates with him right after instead of just leaving. Also interesting choice of words here... there def is something hard involved
I am a SUCKER for headpats. Give them all to meeeee
I can't tell if it's just a translation thing, but when Rain curses Phayu when Phayu is leaving, he doesn't immediately use any cuss words. Look at Rain being a good boy even when he's angry <3 Phayu looks SO satisfied lmao
WAIT SOMEHOW THIS FLEW RIGHT BY MY RADAR UNTIL NOW
Fruity siblings alert! Also Sky coming in clutch here. I don't really get why Ple is so insulted tho, she met Phayu for all of one min (tbf I'd probs react that way if I got to experience Phayu's presence irl though)
Cut to Red Blue boys racing heck yeahhhhhh let's go!!!
It's criminal we didn't get to see Rain fawn over Phayu in this racing outfit. He'd come undone like the rest of us
Also Prapai has a really nice smile! another cutie!!
Ok who is doing perimeter security for these races? Two boys with two shared braincells practically wandered right into the crowd with no trouble - I think if Rain hadn't looked so clueless he could've blended right in
I think the camerawork in these street racing scenes is interesting - I can't quite put my finger on it but it feels like there's something different about the technique or lens bc it looks different than other scenes
I feel like this is a good time to tell y'all I love the Fast and the Furious franchise so I'm right at home here
How strong is Phayu? Rain was actually going pretty fast but Phayu didn't even flinch when he barreled into Phayu's chest. Brick wall I tell you
They did the yellow blue thing again!
This must have been HILARIOUS to film like imagine going into work one day and your boss is like ok now spank your coworker and we're gonna record you
So the first couple of times I watched this I thought that Phayu was being unnecessarily harsh to Rain, but I think now I understand that it was to impart the gravity of the situation. Phayu really just wanted Rain to be safe and also his "grow up" comment comes into play later during the convo after Rain misses a deadline
Rain's death-grip on Phayu Counter: 3
I cannot believe this boy just BIT him so hard Phayu's lips bled. Phayu was so into it though lmao - did y'all hear his voice become so soft after the third kiss?
The line above is so funny to me like sir, the only kind of man you are is a capital F Fool-In-Love
Some more yellow-blue for us
Also he calls him P'Phayu here... what a good boy!
We love chef!Phayu in this house!
I love that Phayu has such confidence in Rain's abilities right from the start - this kind of encouragement is so healthy (in the screenshot below, Rain has just said that he wants to create designs like Phayu)
ALL MEN DO IS LIE (exhibit A see below)
PLSSS HE WAS ALMOST SELF-AWARE my dumb lil son
YASSSS YOU GOT YOUR PRIORITIES IN ORDER PHAYU
And that brings us to the end of episode 2! I'm having so much fun with this <3 Hope anyone reading this has a lovely day or night!!
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Yuri - babysitting
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âIâm not doing it.â
"Yuri, please?" Victor says. "There are six of them. I'm gonna need help babysitting that many kids."
"Seven!" Caroline interjects loudly.
She's somehow walking across the back of the sofa like a gymnast on a balance beam. Itâs a feat on its own, but even more so for a child with low vision, and Yuri doesnât know whether he should be exasperated, impressed or horrified.
"Caroline, be careful," he says. "What do you mean, seven?"
"I mean seven kids. If Victor's going to Camellia's house, he's not leaving me at home." Caroline declares. She hops off the back of the couch and onto the seat, and then begins to bounce up and down. "Six plus one is seven!"
"That's very good math," Victor praises her, evidently unfazed by her reckless use of their furniture.
Yuri sighs. "Caroline, stop jumping on the sofa, please."
He can't believe he's in this situation. It was challenging enough when Caroline came to live with them and he realized he'd have to be responsible for a child full-time, even if it was only a temporary arrangement. Now, Victor has apparently agreed on behalf of both of them to spend an entire weekend looking after not only Caroline but also Fox and Takahiro's six children, all of whom are under the age of seven. It's absolute madness.
Caroline jumps as high as she can on the sofa cushions and propels herself straight into Victor's arms. Yuri wonders how she knew he would catch her. Could she even see him clearly enough to know heâd actually raised his arms only after she leapt?
Victor laughs as he spins in a circle with Caroline in his arms, and she shouts, "Again!"
"No, you can't do it again right now. We'll get in trouble," Victor says, and then stage-whispers, "We can do it later, when Yuri's not watching."
"Victorâ" Yuri begins.
"Uh⊠sorry."
Victor is obviously not sorry in the least, and it shows on his face. Yuri sighs again. "Can we get back to the subject at hand? Why would you tell Taka and Fox that we'd babysit before you even asked me?"
"Because I thought you'd do it," Victor says. "They're our friends. They'd help us if we needed them to babysit."
"We only have one child, and we're not allowed to ask them to babysit her," Yuri reminds him. "They're not on Community Services' approved list."
"You're missing the point."
"Yeah," Caroline adds, as if she completely understands what's going on.
"May I ask what you think the point is?" Yuri inquires
"The point," Victor says. "Is that sometimes it's good to set aside whatever would make you happy and to help make somebody elseâs day instead. Or, you know⊠somebody elseâs weekend."
Still in Victor's arms, Caroline shakes her head. "Nuh-uh. It's a different point."
"What do you mean?" Victor asks her.
"People think kids don't know stuff, but we do know a lot of stuff," Caroline says. "We know about feelings and stuff like that."
"What does that have to do with babysitting?" Yuri wants to know.
For a moment, Yuri doesn't think she's going to elaborate. She cuddles closer and rests her head on Victor's shoulder. He carries her the few short steps to the sofa and sits down with her on his lap. Yuri hesitates a second or two, but then takes a seat beside them.
"It's scary," Caroline says quietly. "When your parents... when they.. go away."
"It's very scary," Victor acknowledges. "That's when you have to try to be brave, isn't it?"
"Yeah, but sometimes it's too hard. Sometimes kids don't wanna be brave," she says. "Sometimes we want to just be safe."
"You're safe with me and Yuri."
Caroline nods. "I know. But, what about Camellia and her brothers and sisters?"
"What about them?"
"What if they get scared when their daddies aren't there? Who's gonna help them be safe?" She raises her head a little and rubs at her eyes, and then Yuri swears she looks directly at him. "That's why you have to do it."
Yuri is startled by her reasoning, and he's forced to admit that he'd never thought of it from the children's perspective before.
It's not difficult for him to accept that Caroline feels safe with Victor. She adores him, and it doesn't take a lot of insight to recognize the feeling is mutual. In fact, Yuri is positive that Victor loves Caroline as deeply and unconditionally as if she were his own flesh and blood. But, Yuri hadn't realized that Caroline felt safe with him as well â hadn't even believed she particularly liked him, if he's being honest â and he certainly never imagined she'd assume her friends would feel safe with him too.
Would the Abbottsford children be afraid if their parents weren't there? It's not as if Takahiro and Fox have never gone away for a kid-free weekend before. They like to have their overnight getaways every few months, and they usually leave the kids with Fox's parents and sister with no problems that anyone's ever heard about.
Perhaps the grandparents weren't available this weekend, and thatâs why he and Victor got asked instead. Fox and Takaâs kids love Victor almost as much as Caroline does. All kids seem to be drawn to Victor, which is more than Yuri can say for himself.
He circles back to his original question, and tries to think back to his own childhood. He tries to remember a time when both his parents had gone away without him and Hana for some reason, and how heâd felt about it. There were plenty of occasions like that, but he'd always been left in the care of his tutor, Jack. He loved and trusted Jack, and was never afraid as long as he was nearby.
But, there had been that one time...
It was in December, the year Yuri turned eight. Yuri's parents had given Jack a month off so that he could travel back to the UK to be with his own parents for the holidays. Then, a week before Christmas, Mama and Papa were called away unexpectedly on business. His grandmother was on a holiday cruise and his grandfather was involved in the same business crisis as his parents. With no other alternatives, he and Hana were left at home with the housekeeper.
Yuri had been terrified, and his panic only grew when a fierce snowstorm delayed his parentsâ return flight. When he asked the housekeeper when Mama and Papa would be home, she gave a little shrug and said she didnât have any idea.
He's sure he would've given anything to have his parents or Jack there when he woke up crying in the middle of that night. He recalls awakening from a nightmare and screaming for Jack to no avail, and then belatedly realizing his tutor was thousands of kilometres away.
He glances at Caroline, who is sniffling and clutching a fistful of Victor's shirt. Victor is rocking her gently and making soft shushing noises.
"I'll do it," Yuri says.
Victor looks up at him. "What?"
"I... I'll help you babysit this weekend."
Victor doesn't ask any questions. He just smiles as if heâd read Yuriâs entire inner struggle on his face and says, âThank you, love. Youâre making a good choice. Six little souls are gonna be very grateful, I think, whether theyâre actually able to say so or not.â
âSeven,â Caroline whispers.
Victor bends forward and kisses the top of her head. âSeven. Right. I guess I need to work on my math.â
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Drop the Bit Ep.1 Part 2 Thoughts
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I WAS thinking Homies are hitting the button WAY too soon (and I still think that's a bit true) but I also remember either P.Diddy or someone on his team saying on one of his shows back in the day that execs only listen to a song for ~8 seconds to see if its a hit or not. So maybe it's not too fast? Memory is a bit unreliable of course so the number might be a bit bigger. Anyway, the point I'm trying to make is that Homies are hitting the button REALLY fast. Like as SOON as they say 2 words LOL
Cherry Boy 17 was the contestant. He's alright but didn't leave the strongest impression tbh
I think this is one of the best contestants so far besides Khan. Takuwa was who it was. He's obviously improved over the years. But weirdly enough...HE WAS AT RISK OF ELIMINATION?!?!?!
Honestly, this show is relying too heavily on style. I'm sorry but you have to be good as a rapper too. Style gets famous really quick, I understand that but when you don't have the fundamentals down as a rapper? Those people always fade out really soon. All the top people are people who have at least enough of the basics down such that their style can really shine. There's nobody popular who is JUST style.
Brothers is another duo. I think they have a bit more skill and polishing than the other duo but they are still rough. I think the guy with the longer hair has a really interesting voice.
Also, worth noting that this show has way less applicants than SMTM so the judges can't be as nitpicky as the ones on SMTM. That thought just hit me. They can't be SOO picky that they don't have enough contestants left lol
Brothers said rapper should have a criminal record (or something along the lines of that). The shorter haired brother has been to jail before.
2 more duos get eliminated and then there's a 3rd. OK they are talented. One has a high pitched voice and one a lower pitched voice. They also have a style. These contestants look a bit older than most of the others though so it makes sense they are a bit better. They are called Goldskinz
I thought it was Swings at first. No lie LOL especially when he started speaking English and said Super Bee's name? I thought Swings came to be funny and show support (if you guys remember, Swings was Super Bee's rap teacher before Bee was famous). The contestant was Max Kim, apparently he's a bodybuilder. He was really solid and has a nice energy in his performances. His rap and performances comes off really cool, calm, and collected.
So Uneduc didn't just choose female contestants. Such a fake ally LOL. But when this specific woman came up he did immediately clicked his button on her. A LOT of female rappers sounds just like this so it's gonna be hard for her to stand out in the scene tbh (she'd be damn near indistinguishable from Soyeon if you gave them both a blind evaluation) BUT she does have a lot of talent and potential. Her name was yumewanaii
This contestant is good as well but again, there's already someone who is very similar to this, Lee Young Ji. this contestant is probably the best on the show so far. The rapper was Veni.
AGAIN, ANOTHER female rapper who sounds just like someone else. this one is Ash-B. LOL it was Kerrigan May. Her hair style is reminiscent of Ash-B as well. I think she might wanna look into changing colors. I think darker hair suits her better anyway. She has done multiple TV show (earlier this year she did the show Bloody Game which Yun B and Xitsuh were also on. The show is a competition but isn't rap related. Side Note: I haven't finished this show cause the episodes are long so IDK how far any of them made it. I'll update you guys some other time. I'm only on the end of episode 2).
Anyway, cause I got carried away, Kerrigan May is very talented. I think she's one of the most talented contestants on the show so far too. Very clear, very impactful, and she can do interesting things even a very popular instrumental. She used Future's "Mask Off" but her version is completely different to what he did. she didn't try to mimic his style or vibe.
Back to male rappers. I've seen this type of male rapper like a MILLION times omg. None of them have EVER gotten that famous but this SAME EXACT COPY of a rapper shows up on EVERY season of a show like this LOL. He's very energetic and fun. Rap isn't the worst but not the best. Good performance skills, voice is kinda comedic so it comes of kinda playful and funny. The contestant's name was Astral Swaggy
So we get out first singing rapper. His voice is pretty nice. He has a bit of "soul". Kinda blues-y, r&b-ish. He got eliminated but he was really so talented. I think because he didn't show enough rap. I was waiting for him to show a bit more of his "rapping" instead of just the singing but it never came. I think the judges felt the same way. Its unfortunately cause he's really talented. I think he should try for SMTM but I think it'd be hard for him to get past the first round because he really relies on rhythm, pitch, and just everything that goes into singing. Doing his style without the instrumental would be a lot harder for a judges to see the full picture. He'd have to incorporate more rap. He's kinda Wonstein-y but with even more singing and less rap elements if that makes sense? You'd have to watch the episode (Side note: idk how people even read it when I make these types of posts. Do you guys read it alongside the episode? After the episode? Before the episode? Or do you guys just not watch the episode at all and just read these types of posts to see what happened?)
His name was Joseph Kang. Super Bee said, pretty much what I said. "It would have been better with more hiphop"
So this contestant is Noh Yunha. I think he's the most well-rounded contestant so far. He's very talented. He seems really familiar but the same time I can't put my finger on who he reminds me of. It's not him cause I don't listen to him at all LOL. Something about him is familiar. I wonder if who he reminds me of will hit me later. Oh it did as soon as I finished typing that. He slightly reminds me of D.Ark somehow. It's not SUPER strong but there's definitely some D.Ark in there LOL. they were on HSR4 together.
Ohhhhh Actually, it is himself haha. I forgot he was on the GWTM remix. I love that song and listen to it so much LOL That's why he feels so familiar. But yeah, it's also D.Ark too (also on the GWTM remix).
There's another contestant who does the sing song thing but it more rap influenced and his voice isn't nearly as good. It's a bit grating but I tink that's the style they are going for. I think it's Implanted Kid but they don't show it until the next episode.
So see you guys when the subs for ep.2 comes out!
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72nd Batch Of Fics: 5th Fill
Hanzo/Cassidy â Trucker AU â Part 39 â The boys come to a decision of what to do now. Hanzo and Genji are once again like cats and dogs.
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Genjiâs eyes travel to Cassidy, looking him up and down. For a wild moment Cole got the urge to suck his gut in or something but he can shake that off pretty quick. Heâs an old, fat fuck⊠what does he need to impress a twenty-something slut for?
Genji looks him up and down, then looks back to his brother.
âYou need help with him or something?â he asks so matter-of-fact that Cole almost starts laughing. He wants to say that he could crush them by sitting on their scrawny necks but honestly heâs not too sure about the things Hanzo is actually capable of, being an ex yakuza, so he just stays silent and watches as Hanzo shakes his head profusely, the color under his skin becoming more vibrant.
Genji shrugs his shoulders and starts to relax quite a bit.
âCanât believe father wouldâve just let you go like that.â
âHe didnât. Iâm⊠being followed.â
That gets the kidâs attention. He becomes pretty pale â more than he was before â but Cole steps in before that can escalate.
âA friend of mine took care of that. Heâs on the lookout for any and all activity. So far nothing cropped up. Should be fine.â
Genji stares at him for a while, eyes narrowing. For as unlike the brothers are, that look is so much Hanzo, it amuses Cole quite a bit. He eventually looks back to his brother, jerking his chin toward Cole.
âWho exactly is he? Not just your pimp, I guess.â
Hanzo groans softly. It is his turn to rub his hands over his face a few times, gathering his thoughts. âHeâs an ex cop. His friend is still in the force and apparently got quite a few connections. I⊠trust the both of them.â
Genjiâs eyes bug out, his mouth turning into an âoâ of surprise and dismay.
âA⊠a cop? Are you crazy?â
âEx cop,â Cole throws in smoothly. âDonât look like that. Nowadays Iâm more interested in your brotherâs pussy anyway.â
That gets both to shut up and look a little green around the gills. The quiet that descends on them all is so uncomfortable that even Cassidy starts to feel it. Eventually he drawls: âLook. You wanna come with us or not? Wonât be able to take ya around indefinitely, but I can give you a ride to somewhere else.â
âWhat? No. Why would I leave? This is my home.â
Hanzo sits up a bit straighter, frowning. âI donât like you being here. This place is⊠not good for you. You look one bad decision away from an overdose. How do you even get the money for this place?â
He looks around. The apartment is not exactly luxurious but itâs pretty nice all in all. Genjiâs face shuts down like someone pushed a button â which Hanzo very probably did. Cole can see this whole thing going sideways very fast.
âThatâs none of your business. Why should I come with you? I ainât sitting my ass on his dick. I got some standards.â
Hanzo flushes again, his hands curling into fists on his knees.
âI came all this way to find you and you just-â
âListen,â Cole interjects again, shifting away from the wall heâs been leaning at to come closer and into the blast radius of the both of them. âNobody said you gotta sit on anybodyâs dick. If ya wanna stay here, itâs your call. But I got an idea I think ya might like.â
They both look at him now, eyes narrowed in distrust. Well ouch.
âThat buddy of mine is a good guy. Helped us out quite a bit. Could use a bit more compensation than what we gave him so far, ya know? He likes cute things; anâ youâre pretty cute, I guess. So⊠wanna be someoneâs pet for a while?â
Genji stares at him but he does not explode on him like he would have expected Hanzo to do so⊠thatâs definitely a plus. Heâs interested and curious, Cole can see that much.
âHere. If that helps your decision anyâŠâ
He pulls out his phone and drops down on the couch next to Genji who grunts in surprise as he gets bounced and lands against his side. Cole pretends like he doesnât notice Hanzoâs mouth pulling down in a jealous pout but he definitely does notice⊠and enjoys it quite a bit.
Little slut is not as cool as he likes to pretend. He wants to be daddyâs favorite girl.
Cole smirks at his phone while he searches through it. Genji either notices Hanzoâs reaction as well or heâs just as much of a slut for old bastards because instead of moving away, he leans into Cole and just unashamedly stares at his phone screen.
âHere. Thatâs a picture of him.â He finally found one of the last time heâs seen Hog. Incidentally it is of the time he got his cock sucked by Hanzo who is almost unrecognizable with his face stuffed beneath the massive overhang of his belly.
Still, Genjiâs eyes nearly bug out of his face when he stares at it, then at his brother, then back at the picture. He grabs the phone out of Coleâs hand without asking and zooms in closer to stare at the side of Hanzoâs face, cheeks blotchy red and throat bulging from the massive cock stuffed in it.
He briefly looks up at Hanzo, giving him a look that has him look suspiciously between his brother and Cole, but then starts to move around the picture more to look at the rest of Rutledge.
Eventually, he clears his throat and gives Cole the phone back.
âI mean⊠I donât mind a little vacation.â
Hanzo scoffs, his face dark and broody. âYou behave like I am just doing this to inconvenience you. I am merely looking out for you since it is unlikely father will give up so easily.â
âI mean⊠if you hadnât actively searched for me, they wouldnât have found me,â Genji comments.
Cole can feel the tension in the room immediately going up as Hanzoâs back stiffens and he hisses: âIf I found you, they would have found you eventually as well. It wasnât hard, you know!â
âYou only found me âcause you sucked my dick in a dirty restroom, you idiot!â
Hanzoâs mouth snaps shut with an audible click, hectic red dots appearing on his cheeks.
âI simply want to protect you.â
âAfter you nearly killed me, you mean? Thatâs the reason I left there in the first fucking place!â
The silence after that is deafening. Cole rubs his hands over his face with a groan. âCome on, boys. Just⊠let bygones be bygones and get going. Daddyâs got a lotta errands to run and figure out where to drop you off so Mako can pick you up.â
That at least gets their attention on him. Genji, eyes suddenly twinkling quite maliciously, jumps up and curls his arms around Coleâs arm, pressing himself against his side.âOh, daddy, yes? I like that. You donât need to worry about me. Iâll be the best passenger youâve ever had. Nice and quiet and all that. And very⊠very⊠eager.â He grins up at Cole. Hanzo gets up on stiff legs but wisely does not say anything. He looks like he bit into a lemon, though.
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whoops accidentally posted the update to my personal tumblr. both blogs are me i swear.
Chapter 2!
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Soda sat cross-armed at the kitchen table, looking more like Dad than I'd ever noticed. Same posture, same scowl.
I slithered down the hallway, begging all the saints in heaven that he wouldn't see me. No explanation would appease him once he heard Paul's name, 'cause somehow he hated my Soc friends even more than our father.
"Where the hell you been?"
"Nowhere." I turned around too fast and stumbled forward. "Goin' to bed. You should too."
"You think I'm stupid? In case you ain't seen a clock, it's four in the damn morning."
"Yeah, and?"
"So it's four in the morning!" He slammed his fists against the table."I thought you were dead."
"I left a note on the fridge."
"Oh, this?" Soda crumpled it up and chucked at my head. "It said you'd be home by midnight."
"Pretty sure I wrote by morning and the sun ain't even up yet, so lay off me."
"Don't give me that shit. Despite what you an' Pony think, I can read. And you know what the note didn't tell me? Where you went."
"You my old man or my kid brother?"
"Just tell me where you were."
"Why the third degree?" I hobbled to the sink and filled a glass of water. "You ain't Dad."
"You drunk, Dar?"
"No." I downed it quickly, praying it'd stave off the inevitable hangover. "Not really."
"Not really?"
"Again, you ain't Dad."
"And you're damn lucky I ain't. If I were, I'd beat your ass into next year."
"Well, I'll beat your ass into the next decade if you don't shut up."
"I'd like to see you try."
"I'm your legal guardian, too, and I can end this conversation whenever I want."
"Goddamn it." Soda sprang out of his seat and charged at me. "For the millionth time, a piece of paper don't make you a parent."
"Does too."
"Does not."
I tried to shove him, but I was buzzed to fight. He grabbed my shirt and effortlessly pinned me to the wall. "Tell me where you were."
"I'd rather you gave me a black eye," I dared him, and he socked my shoulder good.
"Aim a little higher next time, an' I might be impressed."
"Just tell me where you were."
"Paul had a house party," I relented. "I had to go."
"Paul?" he shouted. "That piece of shit?"
"I ain't gonna explain my friends to you."
"God, just admit it alreadyâyou're ashamed of us." He released his grip, and my knees buckled so hard I almost hit the ground.
"Easy, Darry." He caught me just in time and propped me up against the wall. "Christ, you're blitzed out of your mind."
"I ain't ashamed," I told him firmly. "You really think that?"
"I dunno what to think." He sighed and settled himself on the floor beside me. "Every other weekend, you pretend you're still in high school and do some stupid shit with him. You had to go, huh? You just had to go?"
"Look, I'm sorry."
"Don't even. You ain't sorry."
"Fine, I ain't. I ain't sorry I went, and I especially ain't sorry it pissed you off. Not when you've been out all nightâoh, how many times was it again?âsix times this month?"
"Six times last month," he corrected me. "I ain't been nowhere this month, and know why? 'Cause I've been working my ass off to pay the bills you blew off."
"No way." I shook my head. "I paid 'em. Every last one."
"Nope."
"The hell do you know about bills anyway? You're just a sixteen-year-old kid."
"More than you apparently," he scoffed, "seeing as I paid them."
"Bullshit."
"You wanna see the check blanks?" he asked. "Hell, I even had to call the electric company and beg them to give us another week. They were gonna shut our power off."
"I was gonna take care of it."
"Then why didn't you?"
"I ⊠I don't know."
"Bullshit. You know. You just won't say it."
"All right, fine, we ain't got the money," I admitted. "We're flat broke. Happy now?"
"No. You should've told me, you blasted idiot. I'm making enough at the DX. I could've helped."
And that's exactly what I was afraid ofâthat he would pay when I should've just had my shit together. "You didn't have to do that, Soda."
"The lights are on"âhe gestured at the ceilingâ"so I'd say I damn well did."
"Shit." I pulled my knees to my chest and pressed my face into the denim. I hadn't felt this lost, this stuck, this small in a long time. The electric bill ⊠yeah, I blew that off to buy groceries. Then, another bill came and another and another and another. Then, Pony's track fee and the doctor bill from his physical, and finally, I stopped checking the mail. No use when I had twelve cents in my checking account.
At least Paul bought all the booze this time, but I blew half the previous paycheck on liquor. It was my turn to buy, and I just wanted to pretend my life was anything other than it was now. I wanted to pretend so fucking bad.
"I was gonna pay it," I continued, needing him to believe me. "Honest, I was. It's just the company don't pay me what they did Dad. I'm low man on the totem pole."
"I know. Seen your paystubs."
"I don't wanna scare you, but it's a shitshow." I looked up and met his eyes. He looked as overwhelmed and out of it as me. "I'm gonna need a third job orâno, screw it. It won't happen anyway. I'll find a way. I have to."
I'd find a way, and I wouldn't make this his problem. Good parents wouldn't do that to their children, and I was supposed to be a parent now.
"You ⊠you won't have to." He blinked faster, body tensing up. "Already took care of it, and there'll be an even bigger check next week. I'm full-time now."
"How? You been skipping school?"
"Dropped out."
"No ..." My brain refused to process his words. This was all a drunk nightmare, and I'd wake up tomorrow with a heartbeat in my skull.
"I dropped out," he said. "Already a done deal, and I ain't going back no matter what you say."
"You should've asked me first."
"Ain't your decision."
"The hell it ain't! Jesus Christ, Soda, what'll our caseworker think?"
"Don't. Don't even start that shit with me. You know what'll piss her off even more? Unpaid bills. Our legal guardian getting wasted and staying out all night. I was never gonna graduate anyway, and you know it."
"You won't be able to pay our bills from a boy's home."
"Fuck you, man." Soda jabbed my arm. "You keep saying they'll put us in a boy's home, and it ain't gonna happen. Probably cost the state more money to take us away than to just let us be."
"I don't wanna take any chances. You dropping out is a losing bet."
"They don't give a shit about kids like us," he kept on, not paying a lick of attention to anything I'd said. "Probably just think we're gonna wind up in prison eventually, so why try."
"Don't you talk shit like that. No one's going to prison." He glanced away, staring off at the cracked wall. "And you could still graduate."
"No, I dunno how to make you finally understand, but I really couldn't," he insisted. "Hell, I get words mixed up just trying to read the newspaper sometimes. Maybe your note really did say by morning. I dunno. You really think I could graduate?"
"Mom did."
"Mom's dead."
I swallowed the bile creeping up my throat. I didn't know if it was the booze or my nerves, but it burned so bad my eyes watered. "You can't." I tried to sound stern, but everything kept flooding out anxious and desperate. "I'm your legal guardian, and I said so."
"Don't really care what you say," he said, deadpan. "An' maybe you oughta start caring less about what the state thinks you're doing and more about what you're actually doing."
"Don't do this," I pleaded, a last-ditch attempt. "C'mon, you can't.
"Already done."
My breath hitched, and I drove my face back into my knees. I wanted to yell, I wanted to scream, I wanted to punch every last tooth out of his mouth, but all I could do was cry for the first time since the accident.
But at least I was alone then. Hell, I even kept it together at the funeral, and now I was sobbing big ugly tears that only fell harder the more I tried to suppress them. "Sorry," I choked out. "Go to bed. You don't need to see this."
"Nah, I ain't going nowhere." He slung an arm around my shoulder and squeezed me tight. "If it makes you feel better, I ain't fine either. Sometimes it feels like I've never been fine."
And it never would be fine again, or so the liquor was telling me. Lord, Mom was gonna haunt me for the rest of eternity. It'd only been two months, and I'd already failed Sodaâshould've realized he wasn't just skipping, should've punished him even if he were just skipping.
"But we will be fine ⊠I think." Soda's voice pulled me back to the present. "It has to get better, right?"
"Yeah, little buddy, it will."
It probably wouldn't, but he needed to believe it would, and I'd have promised him anything after what he'd just given up.
"Pony?" I rapped a fist against his door. "Can I come in?"
"Nope."
And that's what I got for trying to be polite. "Too bad." I barged in anyway and took a seat next to him. "We need to talk."
"How 'bout you just tell me how long I'm grounded instead?" He threw his back against his bed and stared at the ceiling. "And then leave me the hell alone."
"Fine, you're grounded till you're married," I said. "Then your wife can nag you instead."
"Fine by me. Now get the hell out of my room."
"Enough with this attitude." I poked at his shoulder. "Sit your ass up and listen to me, damn it."
He rolled his eyes and ignored me.
"I said sit up." I grabbed his arms and pulled him upright. "Christ, I swear you've aged me forty years. Now wipe that moody look off your face before I deck you."
"I just want you to know I ain't sorry," he began, looking me dead in the eye as he spoke. "I ain't sorry for shit. Only sorry I got caught. You're wasting my time and yours."
"Well, consider me wasting your precious time part of the punishment."
"Fine, but you're still wasting your own time. Soda already let me have it."
"Soda ain't your guardian. I am."
"He's old enough to be my guardian."
"Only barely."
"And how old were you when they named you guardian?" he asked. "Pretty sure you were the same age Soda is now."
"Shut up."
"Fine by me. You were the one who wanted to talk, not me."
"That's it. That's fucking it." I sprang up and bolted for the door. "If I have to spend one more second in here with your smart mouth, I'm gonna wind up incarcerated, so congratu-fucking-lations. You get your wish. I'm leaving you alone before I kill you."
"Bye."
"This ain't over." I shook my finger violently. "Don't you dare think it's over."
He flipped me the bird, and I slammed his door so hard that three pictures fell off the hallway wall and shattered.
"Shit, let me help you," I heard a voice behind me before I could even grumble out a string of colorful words.
"Steve? The hell are you doing here?"
"I'm always here." He shrugged and started picking up the shards. "You said it yourself. I practically live here."
"So I guess you heard the whole fight, huh?"
"Half of it. Damn kid's got an even smarter mouth than me."
"C'mon, that's pushing it. Least he never told me I'm all brawn, no brains."
"Look, I ain't one to give advice." Oh, but he was. Lots and lots of advice no one ever asked for. "But right now you're trapped in your brains and not using your brawn. Quit arguing with him. Show him you're the boss."
"If you're saying I should hit him, no fucking way."
"No, dumbass. I'm saying quit arguing with him. Every time you open your mouth is another opportunity for him to say something that'll piss you off. He wants to fight. C'mon, you have to see that."
"I guess." No, Steve was right. Dead on right, but his ego didn't need to hear it.
"Listen, after we clean this up, I gotta talk to you about something with Pony. I tried to tell Soda, but he thought I was lying."
"What? That he plagiarized half of Will Rogers' assignments with Curly?"
"Nah. I think everyone but you heard about that. Something else. It's important."
Before I could ask what, Pony stormed out of his room and glared down at Steve. "Quit making shit up about me."
"All right, wiseass," Steve tore into him. "Unlike your brother, I ain't arguing with you. Option one, you tell him. Option two, I tell him. You know I ain't bluffing, so what's it gonna be?"
Pony turned about five shades of red and bolted out the front door. Didn't even bother closing it behind him.
Steve and I both ran after him, but before we even made it to the porch, I heard my truck engine rev and tires squealing.
"Left the keys in your truck, huh?" he just had to point out. "Real smart."
"Where the fuck is your car?" I demanded.
"Unlucky for you, I walked here. Honest, he'll probably come home faster if we don't chase him anyway."
"You know, your all brains, no brawn advice don't seem to be working. Maybe if you tried arguing with him, he'd have stuck around to have a fight."
"Don't know about that. Don't really know who he is anymore to tell you the truth."
"Tell me everything you know." I grabbed his shoulders and shook him. "Now."
âImposterâ
Links: AO3. FF.net. Wattpad. Disclaimer: S.E. Hinton owns all characters. Summary:Â Two years after the accident, Darry still canât reconcile his roles as brother and parent. Post-book, Darry-centric fic.
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â genshin boys as your college roommates who are head over heels in love with you
àł ft. childe, diluc, kaeya, zhongli, and xiao x gn! reader
àł 400-600 words per character! âĄ
àł warnings: mention of alcohol drinking ( but aside from that, just lots and lots of fluff!)
àł this is my very first writing contribution to the genshin fandom, so i hope everyone likes it! Â after 5 months of playing genshin, i think itâs safe to say my brainrot for it has finally consumed me and iâm confident enough to brew something up! <3
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CHILDE:
â You and Childe are the perfect embodiment of the best friends to roommates trope. Whenever you wanna sleep in for 5 minutes more and youâre about to run late for your first class, Childe never fails to slowly drag you out of your bed, laughing as he does so. âWake up sunshine!â is the first thing you always hear in the morning and you donât complain if you get to hear his smexy voice anyway. He is a confident flirt and is not afraid to show you how much he cares or how much he pines over you.Â
â Heâs always always there to save the day. There was a time when your classmates stood you up on the group project you were making, and guess who comes up to you with glitter, glue, and colored paper? Childe, of course! He stayed up until the wee hours of the night with you just so he can help you finish it. He even promises to set things in a âvery civil wayâ with your absolute jerk groupmates the very next day. You practically hang out with him 24/7 as most of the time he just barges in your shared apartment with some amusement park tickets on hand or to some expensive yoga or judo class. Thereâs never a dull moment with him and with each passing day, the more you fall harder for him.
â After a morning jog with him and seeing cute little dogs frolicking around with their married owners, Childe suddenly had the urge to adopt a dog with you.  But, due to a no pets rules established by the landlord, the two of you opt to owning hamsters instead! Childe named his hamster, narwhal (after his favorite animal of course!) whereas you named yours bunny, to match his irrelevant pet name picking. your hamsters both share the same house/cage and even they are pining over each other.
 â His siblings visit a lot, especially Teucer. At this point, there was never a day the little boy didnât ask when are you and Childe going to finally become âplayground playmatesâ (a term for lovers that they use in second grade apparently) since the two of you are living with each other and seem so close. Childe is always able to successfully change the topic and shift away from talking about the shared feelings that the both of you have for each other. But, alas, the day had finally came to be and during your monthly trip to the amusement park, Childe confidently confesses to you on top of the ferris wheel.
âSo... everyone in my life knows that youâre my best friend. Yea, thatâs pretty cool and all but... Can we be more than just that (Y/N)? Is there hope if I think there could be something between us?â
DILUC:
â Diluc is your posh and rich roommate who sounds and looks too good to be true. The fact that youâre roomies with the literal heir to the countryâs biggest wine and beverage company sounds like something straight out of a fanfic. But, it was of his volition to decide to live in a penthouse near Teyvat University. It was the doings of his step-brother Kaeya who tricked him into getting a roommate so that he wonât be alone for the rest of his college years... aaand thatâs where you come in. practically barged into his life, but, you were a blessing. an angel sent from the skies.
â Heâs quite cold and unapproachable at first, only greeting you whenever he sees you but never bothered to engage in small talk with you. Even if the both of you go to the same university. It wasnât until your second month as roommates, when you accidentally had too much to drink after a friendsâ night out. You come home to see him in the living room, drinking grape juice from a wine glass, and watching a rerun of Hannah Montana. You practically collapse at the front door, he rushes to you and helps you up as you drunkenly confess to him in tears how you wanted to become much closer to him especially since the two of you are going to spend the rest of your college years together. That was when Diluc realized how distant and aloof heâs been and vows to make it up to you.
â Diluc is very talented. Albeit in very discreet way, he makes sure to make use of his talents especially if itâs an opportunity to make memories with you. He is an amazing cook as much as he tries to deny it, Heâs a secret virtuoso caught in 4k when you impulsively bought a guitar one time and you asked if he knows how to play, and he does so well. He practically serenades you in the most non-obvious way possible. Lastly, Heâs very athletic. You invited him to play tennis one time, betting that if he won, you would do his bidding for the rest of the week. Before you could even blink, he wins. His âpunishmentâ for you was that you accompany him in binge-watching TV Dramas. Greyâs Anatomy and Downtown Abby are just some of the shows the two of you would watch. It is absolutely adorable seeing him so invested in these dramas. and since the next on Dilucâs list were sit-coms, you were preparing yourself to answer his questions on the context of jokes that he didnât get. In a poor attempt to flirt with you, he calls out your name and recites in the most Joey Tribbiani voice he could muster, âHow you doin?â You were laughing so so hard that night because his pick up line actually worked on you and suddenly your realizations came full circle: you were very much in love with him too.
â His naturally cool yet shy nature had always gotten the best of him. Heâs always wanted to ask if you wanted to carpool with him to school. Riding with him in his Tesla sportscar that goes 150 Mph? Heck yeah. However, it took quite a while before he could muster up the courage to ask you (4 months of being roommates until he finally popped the question) Since then, the two of you go home to and from University whenever you had similar schedules. Ever since then, Diluc had began to soften. His cold and hard facade slowly melted. Asking if you could help tie his floofy red hair then heâd let you play with it and let you style it in different ways. He takes you out on cafĂ© dates during lunch breaks and take you out to watch a movie after both of your late night lectures. Everyone in campus thinks the two of you are practically together at this point. All that was left was to bare your feelings with one another through a fumbling and awkward confession.
âWords cannot not suffice these feelings Iâve been harboring for you since the very beginning. I L-like you a lot. Do you feel the same way too?â
KAEYA:
- Everyone loves Kaeya. Your friends and family, The School Faculty, The owner of the Convenience Store from down the street, The old lady who lives next door, The little kids from down the hall, and even the angry brown poodles from the farthest apartment to your right absolutely loved him. it was hard to keep up with having a roommate that not only were you crushing so hard on, but also had such a vibrant social life. Kaeya interacts and socializes with a lot of people and he admits that it does tend to get tiring at times. But, if these sacrifices lead to coming home to his cute roommate who has captivated his heart since Day 1, then itâs all worth it.
â Despite how warm and friendly he may seem, Kaeya is a very private person. Heâs brought two or three friends like Jean, Lisa, Albedo, or Rosaria. But, only to discuss school affairs. He wasnât the kind of person who trusts others easily, even if he was giving off the impression that he was a trustworthy and reliable person himself. Heâd much rather spend time with you on days off from school. He may be a party guy on the outside (he insists he does it for future connections when he graduates) but heâs quite a homebody. Kaeya is the type to watch korean dramas and anime with you, go on late night convenience store cravings, and these always resulted in a perfect evening spent with him. When the both of you are fully immersed into the anime and things get a bit cozy, you rest your head on his shoulder, huddling for warmth.
â Kaeya would always come home with a little something for you. May it be take-out food, A trinket, a board game, an accessory, and even skincare products. The indigo-haired man is very particular about self-care and you bet that heâs bought different kinds of face masks, ointments, and even matching cute headbands just for the two of you! Heâs very flamboyant and flirts with you a lot. Trying to impress you with pick up lines and suggestive jokes, but you always thought that he was just joking around because that was always a part of his personality. It was always a part of him. For Kaeya on the other hand, it seems to him that you donât take him seriously and it's possible that you donât return his feelings at all. He had to set things straight and it didnât take long until Kaeya found the perfect opportunity to do so.
â With the help of practically everyone in the apartment, Kaeya is about to surprise you with a candle-lit dinner up on the apartment rooftop. His sly smooth-talking quickly convinced you that the both of you were just going to go out on your nightly convenience store trips. Your curiosity grows when he takes you by the hand, covering you with a blindfold, and whispering to your ear, âDo you trust me?â Gripping onto his hand tightly, the both of you go up some stairs and you reply, âYes Kaeya, I do.â He slowly uncovers the shield from your eyes and your eyes sparkle at the sight of the candle-lit dinner, complete with jazz music, and a romantic view of the city.
â(Y/N)... You are the most precious person to me. I hope you can take me seriously, especially my feelings. I am saying this with my heart in my hand and with nothing but genuine love in my soul.â
ZHONGLI:
â Zhongli is truly husband material. Youâre saying this as his friend, as his roommate, and as someone whoâs absolutely smitten over him. Heâs a third year environmental archaeology student at Teyvat University. Gentle, kind, and has nothing but wise and intelligent things to say. your lovestruck self canât help but just admire him from afar, not knowing that he too has been entranced by you ever since you moved in.
âHe's always the first to wake up in the morning. The first thing he does is make you a cup of coffee. He's got your favorite memorized, (Coffee with cream. Not to sweet and not too bitter.) The both of you own matching mugs, (written in colored scribbled letters, âThe Wise Roommateâ for Zhongli and âThe Cute Roommateâ for you.) He always wants to spend his free mornings with you. Both of you have different schedules so you never see each other at Campus and this was the only blissful time of the day you can spend with one another. Once you get home for dinner, (Zhongli is always the first to get home if he doesnât stay too long at the library or strolling around the city) If itâs your turn to cook or if itâs his, he never forgets to brew you oolong tea after dinner. A perfect chance for the two of you to just talk the night away and engage in deep and meaningful conversations.
âZhongli fell in love with you because you just quietly listen to him. Sometimes, you would share your thoughts and insights, even sharing your own personal knowledge that Zhongli had not known prior. You were one of the very few people in his life whom he could talk about absolutely anything with. Well, who wouldnât listen to a handsome man who has a voice as smooth as butter? He is very passionate about his studies. Taking a lot of extra courses and spending a lot of money on his research. and so, most of the time, he spends all of his Mora on his extra studies (excluding the money he needs to pay for rent) and other interesting antiques. You understood why though. So, instead, you ask him to accompany you to do mundane chores. Going grocery shopping, doing the laundry and cleaning the apartment. He always helps in any way he can. The prying eyes of people around you and the old lady fr next door boldly coming up to you to ask if you and Zhongli were a married couple. You blush profusely whereas Zhongli coolly denies the woman's claims. It hurt quite a little but who were you to complain?
â It was during one of your night strolls with Zhongli. He had invited you out after dinner under the guise of wanting to have some fresh air and find a clear spot for the fireworks from a nearby festival. Your heart was thumping loudly to a non-existent rhythm, blissfully unaware that Zhongli was feeling a burst in his chest too. He clears his throat and his shoulders straighten. Zhongli puts his hand on your shoulder and breathes deeply. His cool and gentlemanly aura still radiating off of him as always. A wonderful array of colors fill the sky as his lips began to form the words he's always wanted to say:
"Tonight is beautiful isn't it? I thought that this would be the perfect time to open my heart up to you... You are a diamond in the rough that few see the beauty of. My belovedâ Will you accept my feelings?
XIAO:
â Having a popular twitch streamer as your roommate was a one in a million chance. Especially if youâre not even an influencer or internet figure yourself. But, how did this come to be? Why have you developed a crush on Xiao aka VigilantYaksha without knowing who he was? A gamer with over 6 million followers on different social media platforms? Simple, a high-end apartment near Teyvat University had a special discount if you were willing to be roommates with someone. Itâs an amazing deal, near your school, cost-efficient, and you believed the 10% chance of scoring a hot roommate as seen on reality TV and romantic comedies. It was like rolling through a Gacha Game and getting a 5 star character. As that âcharacterâ is soon to be revealed as Xiao.
â Things started off rocky at first. On your first day, he flatly welcomed you by the door, introduced himself, then quickly retreated back to his room. As soon as you locked eyes with him, he gave off a certain cold and unfriendly aura. You wanted to get to know him better. Maybe with a little love and care, he could open up to you and you could become friends! That same day, you had mistakenly thought of your room as his and you walked in on him streaming a horror game. He wasnât spooked by the jumpscares. But instead, he was looking at you in horror because youâve just exposed yourself to thousands of people. You wave at the camera, apologize, and left. Since then, his fans, (called the Anemo Tofus) have been shipping the two of you together. Creating fanfiction and fanart of Xiao and the mysterious roommate that accidentally walked in on him. They practically begged Xiao to at least talk a little bit about you, to which, he declined. When you surprised him with dinner (as a little treat since this was your first week with him) He sits across the table from you, his eyes gazing deep into yours, as he pops the question, in a very tsundere tone:Â âWould you like to appear in my streams? T-the Anemo Tofus wanna learn more about you. B-but, if you donât want to, itâs alright! You donât have to-â You cut him off before he could continue his doubts, âXiao! What are you saying? Iâd love to!â
 â There was something blossoming between the two of you after that particular dinner with him. Starting with your first âroommate videoâ that you had thought of when you were brainstorming for video ideas. It was an Almond and Mapo Tofu mukbang whilst the two of you answered questions from fans! The viewers noticed how visibly comfortable he was around you despite his usual reserved attitude. He was cracking up a lot more sarcastic and self-deprecating jokes whilst Tofu filled both of your mouths. Outside of the confines of social media and inside the comfortable space that was your apartment, you and Xiao grew closer. Wearing matching hoodies, going on midnight snack runs, playing in arcades, and stargazing with him up on the rooftop as you contemplate about life and talk about the mysteries of the universe. There were times when you would stay up late doing school works and would accidentally fall asleep on the sofa. Xiao would come out of room because he periodically had cases of insomnia. When he sees you on the sofa, he canât help but smile at your sleeping figure and admire your beauty. First. he brings all your clutter back to your room then slowly picks you up from the couch, into his arms, and brings you back to your room. He places a blanket on top of you and your stuffed plushies next to you so you can hug them any time.Â
â On a particular night, you fell asleep on the sofa once again and begun to have recurring nightmares. Xiao was there to witness you whimpering, muttering to yourself, and shivering to a mental image that he could not see. (He wishes he could erase all the pain that these nightmares were giving you) You subconsciously grab onto his hand, murmuring to yourself: âXiao, please donât go.â He whispers back, âI wonât.â Your nerves slowly relax when you feel the Yaksha squeezing himself to lie next to you on the couch. Holding onto your arm, he continues to reassure you that it was going to be okay. You grab onto him, hugging him from behind. He feels your heartbeat revert back to itâs normal pace and you return back to your peaceful slumber. âIâll always be here for you, (Y/N). Iâll be here to protect you. Forever and always.â Turning to you to plant a kiss on your forehead, you nestle your head on Xiaoâs chest. He watches as you cling to him for love and warmth until he is slowly whisked away by his weariness, rewarded with a peaceful sleep he hasnât felt in a while.
âAnd they were roommates.â
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My Father's daughter pt 3
Tony Stark x daughter!reader
Summary: Back at the Tower, Y/n has a talk with Pepper.
a/n: ohhh another part finished!! some new characters will be revealed next part and iâm so great full for @social-media-imagines-by-me fir helping me create themđđ
You were furious.
You stormed into your room and slammed the door, finding satisfaction in the loud bang it produced. You then ripped through your drawers and closet, pulling on some work out clothes and some gloves. You then marched out of the room, slamming the door again, startling Sam and Bucky who happened to be passing by.
"Geez kid, slam it a little harder I don't think it fell off the hinges yet." Sam jokes, but you were in no joking mood so you swirled around with fire in your eyes.
"You okay doll?" Bucky softly asks, pushing a frightened Sam to the side. You sigh, knowing it's not fair to take out your anger on them.
"Sorry Sam, it's just...my biological mom is here and wants me to move in with her."
"Oh..." Bucky says, not good with things like this, " Do you want me to like...kill her or..."
"NO" You laugh, " It's just I haven't seen her in nine years and she has the audacity to come up here like it's nothing?!"
Your anger returns, " She thinks that just because she pushed me out of her vagina"
The two men cringe at the words
"That she can just claim me? That's not how it works!" You shout, " And, she brought her fucking husband. The man she left us for! Who does that?!"
Bucky looks at Sam, mentally asking him what they should do. Sam just rolls his eyes and turns back to you.
"Come on kid, it looks like you wanna punch something."
and with that he lead you to the training room where Steve was training with Peter.
"Come on queens, you gotta stay on your feet" Steve k=jokes as he, again, trips Peter.
"Mr. Rogers, do you think we should take a break?" Peter pants.
You stride pass them, not bothering to say hi. They look at Sam and Bucky for an explanation and just get a shake of the head.
"Hey Y/n that's my punching" Steve started to say when he saw you throw a hard punch to the bag, "Nevermind..."
You ignore the group behind you, opting to pummel the poor punching bag in front of you.
Your mind flashes back to your mother and her words.
"A girl needs her mother"
*punch*
"Oh petal I wanted to call"
*punch* *punch*
"Come to Gotham. Meet your siblings!"
*BANG*
You look down to see the punching bag flew off the hook and is spilling sand on the floor. You were confused, as you knew you weren't strong enough to do that, not even when you were angry.
"Wow, I guess Cap didn't secure that hook again."
You jump, not expecting someone to be there, as you heard Sam, Bucky, Steve, and Peter leave. You turn to see Pepper there looking at the bag in surprise. You sigh, stepping away from the mess and taking off your gloves. You make your way to the bench and take a swig of water.
"Did you need something Pep?" You ask, avoiding eye contact.
"Well, i was just wondering if my kid was okay. But given the fact that you punched that bag like it would restore your honor.."
You knew you shouldn't have showed her Avatar.
"I'm assuming your not." She finishes.
You give her a half smile, looking down at your hands.
"Y/n" She says, " Talk to me."
You finally speak, "Why now?"
Pepper frowns, understanding that small phrase, ' I don't know."
"She's not my mother." You state, " She...she might have been once but now?"
Pepper nods," I love you."
You smile, the words reassuring you, " I love you too Pep."
"Come on, your messing up your manicure." She says with a smile, standing and extending a hand towards you. You feel your demnor soften and your mood lighten. Pepper always managed to make you feel better.
"Yeah okay..thanks." You say, taking her hand and letting her pull you from the bench, " Are you hungry? Cause I am>"
"Y/n we just ate!"
"Like an hour ago"
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Days went by and you hadn't heard a peep from Christine. It was like she went off to lick her wounds and just decided not to reach out again.
Which didn't bother you one bit.
But apparently the universe wanted to fuck with you because when you came home from a day out with Peter, there was your mother, Bruce Wayne, and all six million of her fucking kids sitting on the couch.
"What the fuck?" You say causing the attention to turn to you.
"Language" Peter says, You smile softly at him before then turning to glare at Tony.
"Don't look at me, it was your moth-uh Peppers idea." Tony stumbled, looking rather uncomfortable sharing a drink with the man that his...wife? girlfriend?... whatever she was left him for.
"Pep what?" You asking, softening your glare because you'd be damned if you disrespected her.
"I just think it'd be best if we clear the air and get everything out on the table." Pepper said in that tone she uses when she's dealing with difficult people or the press. You called it her CEO tone.
"Now, go take your bags upstairs and wash up. And I'll pretend that you aren't an hour late"
"It was Peter's idea..." You mumbled and walking to the stairs that lead to the bed rooms.
"It was not!" Peter shouts following you to the rooms to help with the bags.
Christine watched as her daughter walked out of the room, playfully arguing with Peter. It was as if she were a whole different person, carefree and playful. Totally different from when she was glaring and stiff when talking to her. It broke her heart hearing Tony refer to Pepper as her Mother rather than Christine. But what did she expect?
Damian scoffed catching her attention, "Mother I do not see why you've dragged us here, that girl didn't even acknowledge us."
"Damian, enough" Bruce said, not looking away from his awkward conversation with Tony.
"Gee if only I could do that with our kids." Tony mutters into his drink.
"Does Y/n argue often?" Bruce asks trying to engage in conversation.
Tony laughs before fondly speaking, " Sort of. She isn't the type to back down when she thinks something is right. There was this one time I caught her arguing with one of my business partners about his "condescending tone and misogynistic attitude"."
""And did she apologize after?"
"Hell no. She glared at me and told me apologizing just for his ego would be demeaning her experiences as a woman. Although to be fair he was an asshole."
Bruce chuckles, " She sounds like a well rounded young woman. How old was she then?"
"Ah about 10, it was funny seeing this little girl argue in a Justin Bieber shirt argue about the patriarchy with a full grown man."
Bruce and Tony shared a laugh, picturing the scene.
"You must be very proud of her." Bruce mentions after they quieted down. Tony let a small smile escape.
" I am. She's had a rough life, and I..." Tony trails off, " She means everything to me. Without her...I don't think I'd be the same person I am today."
And with that, Tony downed his drink and stood, " Want another?"
Bruce smiled and accepted, watching Tony leave. He can tell that the man was close to his daughter. A bond that formed due to a loss, they both grew from it and grew closer. He understood, thinking about his own children.
Pepper and Christine were having a somewhat similar conversation, although it was a little more tense.
"So...Pepper-"
"Virginia." Pepper said, cutting her off.
"Excuse me?"
"My name is Virginia. Pepper is a nickname my family calls me."
"Oh. Okay, Virginia, how long have you known Y/n and Tony?"
"Oh about nine or so years. I was promoted to assistant when I saw how much of a mess Tony was." Pepper said casually.
Dick and Jason tensed, overhearing the tense conversation between the two mothers. But before Dick could interrupt Jason sat him back down.
"I wanna see what happens."
Christine continued, " And when did you become a..more permanent around the house?"
"When I saw that Y/n the one taking care of Tony." Pepper said in a serious tone, "She was the one making sure he didn't choke on his vomit and eating cereal as his flings walked out the room. Then he got kidnapped...and y/n was alone. So I made sure sheâd never be alone again.â
Christine heart sank. She knew about the whole kidnapping thing. Why she didn't step in, she doesn't know. It's just another thing she regrets to this day.
Before Pepper could continue, she heard two sets of footsteps and voices
"All I'm saying is, if he looks at me funny, I'm fighting him and that's that."
"Yeah maybe not the best impression on..." Peter cuts off when they reach the living room. Eyes again on the two of you.
"Let's get this over with." You muttered, saying bye to Peter and making way over to the couch to sit next to Pepper.
"Y/n!" Christine says happily, " I'm glad you're here. We brought you something!"
She pulls out a box and she carefully hands it over to you.
You look at it suspiciously before getting a nudge from Pepper.
"Thank you." You grit out. Earning a glare from Damian and Cassandra.
You open the box to see...cupcakes.
"They're the peanut butter strawberry cupcakes you used to like. Remember? I used to bring them when I came to see you." Christine says, trying to bring up good memories.
You frown and close the box, " I'm allergic to strawberries."
Lie.
Pepper casts a glance towards you, "They look lovely, let me take them into the kitchen, I'll check on dinner."
And with that she takes the box and leaves into the kitchen. Leaving you and Tony alone.
"So...Stark" Damian started fixing his gaze on you.
"Yes, Wayne?" You said, matching his energy.
"What exactly is it you want from my mother?" He asks, earning a groan from his older brothers.
"Well, I'd appreciate it if she left me alone." You say with a straight face.
Christine frowns but before she says something Damian speaks up again.
"Tt, all this drama for the likes of you? It's honestly disappointing" He drawls, trying to get under your skin.
"Damian!" Christine scolded.
"Well, I apologize for not meeting your standards. I'd try harder if I cared what a toddler thought of me."
Jason let out a surprised chuckle while the rest of the family looked on in shock. Tony just rolled his eyes.
"I do not understand why Mother insists on rekindling her relationship with you. You obviously weren't worth the effort the first time around." He spits, causing the rest of the family to gasp.
You however, just laugh, " When you figure it out, let me know. It's probably the same reason she puts up with you."
Damian glares, about to start in again when Jason cuts him off " Shut up Demon. She got you man."
"Tt"
"I'm Jason, and anyone who can out that brat in check is good in my book." He says sending you a smirk.
You smile back, " I'm friends with Loki and Wade Wilson, I'm hardly affected by anything anymore." Your dad rolls his eyes again, heâs not exactly enthusiastic about your choice in friends.
You like this one. Probably the one you're gonna be able to stand in this family.
"Don't hog her Jason!" Dick shouts pushing him away before turning to smile at you, " Hi! I'm-"
"Dick Grayson. I know, you spilled your champagne on my dress a few years ago at a New Years gala." You say, still a little bitter about it.
"Oh. heh, right, sorry about that. Again." He says sheepishly.
You turn to Cassandra, " You're Cassandra. You and your friend cornered me in the bathroom."
Cassandra scowls and looks away.
Then you turned to Tim, " And you need to learn how to secure your fire walls better."
Tim looked at you confused, "Um excuse me?"
You smirked, " Just a suggestion. I assume you don't want people to know about your...bats in the attic?"
The whole family froze.
You knew? There was no way.
"Kid, are you hacking again?" Tony said exasperatedly, " You promised you'd stop after the last time."
"Hey it's not my fault Shuri didn't think about changing her password." You say defensively, â and itâs not like you were complaining when you had me hack into SHEILDS databasesâ
âWhat was that!?â Pepper shouts from the kitchen.
âHeheh, nothing dear.â Tony shouts back then in a hushed voice scolds you, â I gave you fifty bucks to keep that a secret.â
âI didnât say what you had me retrieve.â You said smugly leaning back in your chair.
Bruce didnât know how to feel.
On one hand, this teen that objectively hates his family, knows their biggest secret. She can singlehandedly destroy their family and expose them. And she has the means to.
But on the other, sheâs a perfect fit for their family. She gets along with Jason, doesnât let Damian get under her skin, and from the looks of it can definitely take care of herself. Only thing is, again, she hates his wife and by association, his family.
âIâm sorry, hacking? You know thatâs illegal right?â Tim asks, still in shock that you got past his security systems.
You turn to him and in a bored tone replied , âYeah? and?â
Tim stuttered for a bit before going quiet with a blush. It was adorable really.
You had to hold back a laugh, it was fun getting this stuffy family all riled up. Especially when you can see the disapproval in Christines face.
âTony, you let our daughter participate in illegal activities??â Christine asks with a raised brow.
The table goes silent at the tone of her voice. Knowing that when she uses it someone is really in trouble.
But you roll your eyes because how are you supposed to know what that tone means?ïżŒïżŒ
âI let my daughter express herself in a ...healthy way. She knows her limits.â Tony replies cooly, taking a drink and looking back into the kitchen wondering where Pepper wentïżŒ.
ïżŒâObviously not. Tony she has no regard for the laws at all! You think i didnât see the headlines last year?!â
Ah yes, last year you had a slight scandal where you may have punched a pap for trying to get a picture up your skirt but who wouldnât?!
â And you let her hang around criminals and terrorists?!â
You scoff, â Oh please everyone in the Avengers was a criminal or terrorist at least once.ïżŒâ
âNot helping kid.â Tony says, âChristine, you and your family have no right to come into my home and judge my family. Iâve been civil. Hell maybe a little too much. Mainly because if I wasnât, my wifeâerr FiancĂ©e, would kill me.â
You snicker, earning a few glaresïżŒ.
âLook the point is, donât tell me how to raise my daughter. Especially because I was doing it all alone.â Tony finishes ïżŒwith a sigh.
The table goes silent. You were getting tired of all the tense silences today.
â Look.â You turn to Christine, â I get that you probably feel guilty or something because you ditched me. And I appreciate that or whatever.â
You were not good at this.
â But I donât wanna live with you.â
Christine looks down sadly, â Y/n I just...I just want to get to know you again. Youâre my baby.â
Before you could answer you heard a crash come from the kitchen and smoke fill the rooms.
â Pepper?!â You cough, â Dad whatâs happening?!â
â I donât know. Stay hereâ He says summoning his suit.
âFRIDAY?!â You shout, but not hearing the AI.
The Wayneâs all looked at each other in panic. They didnât bring their suits, thinking it was just a dinner.
You turn to them and shout â Come with me, and stay low!â
You start to lead them to the stair case, knowing that the rooms were relatively safe.
âCome on!â you yell when they donât follow you.
Christine stands from her seat and makes to follow you before being stopped by Damian.
âMother we cannot..â
âDamian, Iâve had about enough of you. Letâs go.â She says sternly and follows you. The rest of the family following behind as Bruce nudges Damian.
â Come on son.â
âFather we donât know where sheâs leading us.â Damian says stubbornly.
âThereâs nothing we can do right now.â he coughs.
The sounds of punching and the blasts come from the kitchen.
âLetâs go.â
They finally join the rest of the family. You have them crouched in the hallway.
â This is Jamesâ room. Dad had it modified just incase he was ever triggered into the Winter Solider again. No ones getting through this door when itâs locked.â
You usher them in.
âCome on Y/nâ Christine says reaching a hand out to you.
You smirk, â What? and miss all the action?â
You close the door and lock it before leaving. Laughing at their surprised faces.
The room is silent.
â Sheâs awesome!â Jason says with a laugh.
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(Hades) Gods x Shade! Reader
No matter how much you try, mortality will always catch up to those who are not of gods. Even the most blinded of them learn this eventually. You take your death with grace, choosing to go and explore this new world as soon as Lord Hades permits you to go, impressed by how little you complain and demand. You are one of the brighter parts of his day (night?).
You drift along, catching certain snippets of other Shadeâs conversations as you wander aimlessly. You notice a crack in the wall; deciding to muster up your courage, you slip through it to find yourself in the glowing green torches of Tartarus. With what little you have, you hold it close to your translucent body and push forward.
Youâre quick to notice the large glowing ball with an oddly familiar symbol floating in the middle of it. You take your time circling it, feeling compelled to touch it. When you do, a beam of light comes slicing through the dreary air to reveal a mighty god who stares down at you at your shocked form...
Zues
Cause of Death: Lightning Strike
Zues is confused when he sees you. Heâs even more confused when you start screaming at him, waving your hands about and threatening to fight him yourself.
âYou fucker! You killed me!â
He raises a brow. âI think Iâd remember if I killed you.â You flipped up your middle finger at him and his eyebrows drew into an angry v. âHow rude! I am the God of Gods-â
âI donât care!â
Zagreus had to high tail it to you before Zues tried to smite you (possibly a second time).
Suffice to say you hoped youâd never bump into that boon again. And you didnât. No, the God of Gods and Lightning himself decided that heâd have to make a house call himself (Hades was not pleased when a bolt of lightning came crashing down and left a scorched black ring in the carpet).
He picks you out quickly and you try to zoom out of the lobby until he catches you by the back of your robe and then youâre swinging and yelling profanities at him. Heâs kinda amused now instead of angry- youâre just so weak and tiny compared to him. Itâs hysterical- ow! Did you just bite him?
After you and Zues finish your little âspitting matchâ- Hades kicks Zeus out and you're forced to hang out in Tartarus for a bit (âbut Iâm just a simple fisherfolk! I canât fight anything!â You cry, Hades does not spare you a look as you're dragged out by Meg).
You think maybe thatâs the end until youâre approached by a⊠a squirrel? You almost punt it when his voice spills out as he shoots into a long prattle about how much of a jerk Hades was and how he couldnât handle someone as grandiose as him appearing before him. Threatened him as a god or something- you were busy trying to figure out how you were going to kill this guy and make sure he stayed dead.
Turns out, after the two of you chattered (argued) a bit about whether or not he actually killed you, Zeus had some neat stories about the gods.
While you were interested in his childrenâs and brothersâ and sistersâ stories, he was interested in your stories of the mundane. A simple fisherfolk? That was a word? You just fished and traded? Amazing! Tell him more!
After this particular interaction between the two of you, Zeus really ended liking you. Maybe a little too much, but, aw well, it wasnât everyday a mortal soul had the balls to argue with him for something he doesnât remember doing (he probably did. Probably. Most likely). He swore that heâd come and see you everyday as he sat on your shoulder as a squirrel, going on and on about how you should feel blessed to be praised by one such as he. You were about to throw him until a giant hand came out and grabbed him (seemed you drifted too close to Lord Hadesâ desk), the hulking god flinging him out of a portal.
He continues to pop up and bother you and, to be honest, heâs kinda growing on you. Also, Iâm gonna be frank and lay it out that, if he likes you enough, heâs probs gonna want to smash, especially if you lean more towards the feminine side (heâs fucking AWFUL). Itâs up to you if you wanna indulge that or not, I donât recommend it, but you can if you really want to.
Weâre going with the option you donât smash- heâll be salty at you for a whole ass day before he comes back the one after that as a rat (Hades kept finding out his forms that he used to sneak in so it was an ever constant menagerie of appearances to keep up the disguise) and is like: âI thought you would miss me too much so I came back before you could even complain.â
Zag likes to watch the two of you interact because he finds it absolutely fascinating. Itâs like watching⊠He doesnât know what itâs like but heâs having a blast as you roast his uncle to bits. It really helps him out when heâs feeling a bit down after failing getting out one too many times.
When you first get Zeus an Ambrosia, he thinks itâs poison and then he gets all prideful because of course you would give him an offering, he was the strongest of all the gods! Him and him alone!
âSilly, mortal, you cannot poison me! I am a god.â
You squint your eyes at him before you huff and pull the bottle closer to you. âFine, whatever, Iâll just give it to Zagreus- or better yet, Hades if you donât want it.â
âNo! No! I want it! Give it to me! Itâs mine!â
During this time, heâs actually experiencing some purer emotions in life- heâs genuinely giddy that you got him the Ambrosia and asks how you got it. You hold up a makeshift fishing rod and grin at him, telling him you snatched it from some nasty shades before you wandered back down to Tartarus.
His gift to you is a little lightning pin that, when you're in danger, will send a nasty bolt of lightning down on your enemies. You wonder what good itâll do since youâre dead already, but shrug and accept it, thinking that he looks years younger and friendler when his smile isnât packed full of ego and pride.
Poseidon
Cause of Death: Drowning
Poseidon, Lord of the Oceans, Earthquakes, and many other things, is simply- how do you say? Amused? Itâs the best way to describe it at least. Of course he was mostly surprised when he appeared expecting the Little Hades to be waiting for him just to meet a Little Shade in his place.
âWhy, hello there, Little Shade! You wouldnât happen to know where the Little Hades is, would you?â
You shake your head, he doesnât miss the way you nervously play with your hands, drifting back as some of his droplets float close to you.
He laughs at your simple reply. âShy one arenât you?â He leans closer to you, squinting and running a hand through his beard while he hummed.
You fight the urge to take a step back, the smell of salt water making your stomach churn.
His eyes flutter shut as he takes a deep breath. He takes a moment before he opens his eyes again and a look of understanding flashes across his eyes. âYou drowned. Didnât you?â
You stare up at him, eyes round and glassy. You nod.
Before your conversation can go any further, Zagreus comes running through the window, surprised to see his Uncle talking to a Shade (you look so scared- he hopes that you arenât being bullied). Youâre quick to take your leave bowing to both and passing the boon to the Prince before you scurry away into the cover of the other Shades.
He hums to himself, a cryptid smile on his face as his eyes follow after you. Such a strange little thing you were- he wouldnât mind seeing you again.
It takes a bit, but he does happen to see you again, by peaking through a fountain in a fountain room in the Underworld. He spies you trying to poke at the water that he happened to choose, but jumping back each time. You face scrunched up into one of pure frustration. He asks if youâre doing alright there, Little Shade? Causing you to flash out of existence for a moment before settling back down and looking into the pool with wide eyes. Posiedon almost busts a gut with how hard heâs laughing and you huff telling him that it wasnât funny.
He says otherwise, but asks what youâre doing. When your face bursts into a large blush you mumble something that he doesnât quite catch and heâs left with more questions than answers as you take the chance to phase out of the chamber when Zag walks in and steals his Uncleâs attention for a split second. He furrows his brow before asking his nephew about you, which Zag, surprisingly, supplies rather quickly, seeing as the two of you talk a lot: apparently youâre deathly afraid of water after you were thrown into the ocean by your supposed best friend. The memories of the waves crushing you deeper and deeper beneath them sticking with you even in death. So, you were trying to curb that phobia. Posiedon nods, letting the words sink in before he offers the Little Hades a thumbs up and says heâll help with that.
The next time you see the god, heâs eager to call you over and explain that heâs figured out what you were doing last time and offers to let you mess with some of the drops of water that follow him wherever he goes. You stare at them, eyebrows furrowed and looking just as sick as a shade could look. Yet, you still nod your head and hold out a shaky hand. He smiles at you, praising you for your courage and flicks one towards you; it floats gently before it rests serenely on your palm, allowing you to feel the cool sensation of the droplet. You marvel at it, still shaking with an anxiety before you nod. He pulls it away, it shoots back to rest next to his head and you thank him for going out of his way to help you and ease your fears.
He remarks that you should fear the water out of respect: itâs unpredictable, terrifying in itâs own right- vast and, seemingly, never ending, what could possibly be more terrifying than the unknown, hm? He continues to say that you should also hold onto a bit of bravery at the very least, for untold treasures come from there for those who look.
After that conversation, Poseidon makes it a habit of having you hold onto his droplets of water, making them slightly bigger each time for you to get used to them.
By the time youâre able to touch them freely without experiencing crippling fear- the droplets are almost the size of you. Poseidon praises you the more you grow out of your fear.
You do eventually open up to him about how you died and he never tells you that he already knew. Just allows you to talk in a soft voice as you recall it. Itâs a nice bonding experience for the both of you and Posideon decides that youâre his favorite Shade and heâll treasure you for as long as you exist.
The first time you get him a bottle of Ambrosia, you come to him shivering and sopping wet. Heâs confused and concerned as he hovers to you.
âWhat happened to you, Little Shade? Are you alright?â
It takes you a moment to be able to speak. âI- I found a bottle of Ambrosia. I thought-â you take a deep breath, holding out the bottle with both hands- âI thought youâd like it.â
Itâs one of his prized possessions now, he takes little sips of it once in a while, but other than that it remains as one of his most precious memories. Heâs very attached to you at this point and youâll forever have his blessing. His gift to you, aside from the undying loyalty, is a shell necklace, if you ever need him- you only need to whisper his name to it and heâll appear in an instant.
Athena
Cause of Death: Exhaustion
Athena had been prepared to meet with Zagreus- not a curious shade staring back up at her with all the relevance of one of her worshippers.
âWhat business do you have with me?â
She raises her brow at your gobsmacked expression, watching as you screw your face up before bowing. âApologies, mâlady, I only happened to bump into yourâŠâ you look at where it glows, furrowing your eyebrow, âyour orb?â
âBoon.â
You nod your head in understanding before bowing your head again. âAgain, my sincerest apologies.â
Luckily, she didnât smite you, instead asking the question of how you were even talking to her. Getting a shrug from you, you say that maybe itâs because you worshipped her (unofficially, you were never able to make it up to her shrine much to your disappointment) when you were alive- maybe a deeper bond is there compared to someone who had never prayed to her for her protection and guidance.
When she hears this, sheâs very interested, pressing you to elaborate further when the Young Prince comes jogging out of the glowing window, waving to you. You slink away, passing the boon to him and bowing to her once again before you disappear into the mass of Shades that choose to wander their new home as well.
After the conversation, you had caught the Goddessâ attention, planting a desire in her to see you again. Even going as far as to write a letter to ask her uncle for a council with you after a week passed of her placing her boon in Tartarus so that maybe you would drift too close to it once again. But each time only the little prince would find them (which she was fine with, but it still left such an unflattering taste of defeat on her tongue each time it wasnât you). She figured it would be a moot point to send the letter, but it was worth a try.
But she decided to place her boon down once more before she sent it out. Just to try. And this time it worked.
You were the one she saw and she was absolutely delighted- not that she showed it, choosing to keep her stoic and sharp expression. You greet her in a similar way before: awed before bowing your head to her. You continue to go on about how you're happy to see her again and, despite how little you had been buried with, you hoped that she would take this- a broken sword, despite the worn hilt and the deep scars the littered what was left of the flat of the balde; it was still polished (at least what was left of it)- as a proper offering to her for all she had done in your life- even if it truly wasnât all her doings.
She takes the sword in her hand, holding it high, her eyes shining as she studies it: truly, it was a warriorâs blade. She watches as the history and memories flash in the smooth iron. She remarks that it is a remarkable offering, but she cannot accept it. It feels wrong taking a weapon of a warrior such as yourself.
You smile as her, shaking your head, urging her to take it, for you didnât need that blade in this afterlife. You had already fought your battles, killing the man who you had been battling with and quelling the rage that had followed you since you were a child for revenge. Eventually, dying from the strain of the fight with a feeling of contentedness.
Athena raises her brow, remarking how that sounded more along the lines of Ares rather than her.
You nod, but say that you couldnât help but desire her help for she was the goddess attached to your favorite animal. She had to fight the urge to laugh, a shaky smile slipping through as she nods at you. Such a silly thing you are. She decides that sheâll take the sword as a reminder of you, no matter where you should go now. She also decides that you were forming a rather soft cradle in her heart.
After this, she is quick to ask Zagreus about you every chance she gets- not that he minds too much, he tells her about how youâve been helping him train and youâve even told him about your life when you were alive (âa general, can you believe that? Theyâre so young!â Zagreus says as he shows her the new move you taught him). Sheâs only the slightest bit miffed at hearing that you and Achilles have begun to form a sweet friendship. Sheâs pleased to hear that his father has been trying to barter with you to get you into Elysium, though sheâs a tad confused on the reason you refuse to.
She asks you about it one day and you say that it would take longer to see her and you would prefer to avoid that. It was the only time the goddess has ever had to fight down a blush.
When you get her a bottle of Ambrosia, sheâs in pure awe at the huge bottle.
âHow did you get one this big?â
You lean against the new sword you managed to get your hands on- something simple and obviously used- you offer her a lopsided grin. âWell, not just any Ambrosia would work, so I decided to try my luck with Lord Theseus and, The Great Bull, Asterius. Took me a couple of tries but I managed to beat them and snag it.â
Athena smiles warmly at it, telling you that sheâll treasure it and think of you every time she takes a drink of it. She realizes in that moment just how important you had become to her, never feeling this⊠soft for a mortal soul in her life. Her gift to you is a shield and a new sword: the shield bares her symbol of an owl while the sword was ornate with a divine glow. She promises that no matter what theyâll protect you and so will she, you only need to call out her name.
Aphrodite
Cause of Death: A Broken Heart
When the Goddess of Love first sees you- she thinks youâre absolutely gorgeous (of course not as gorgeous as her). The sad look in your eye and the slight frown that rests on your lips makes her almost fall in love right then and there.
âHello, little one- do you know where the little godling is?â
You shake your head. âIâm sorry, Lady Aphrodite. I know not where he is.â
She raises her brows, a smile on her face. âHow did you know I was Aphrodite, my dear?â
You look up at her, a sudden glint in your eyes has her yearning to see it once again. âNo one else could be so breathtaking, my Lady.â
Oh. Oh, she likes you.
She chooses to chatter away with you- despite you mostly listening, adding little things here and there, she feels a strange sense of fullness, like she just ate a full and warm meal for the first time in a very long time, by the time Zagreus arrives. You bid your farewell and she canât help but follow you with her gaze as your transparent form blends in with the other Shades.
Aphrodite is thrilled the next time she runs into you- or rather you run into her boon. She missed the melancholy look in your eyes, she also doesnât miss the fact that youâve come bearing gifts this time: an assortment of colorful flowers rests in your arms and you offer it to her. That glint coming and going like a shooting star as she accepts the offering, holding it up to her nose to take in their sweet scent. How sweet were you to hand her something so delicate.
She asks you where you got them and you remark that you made your way up to Elysium. Sheâs surprised to hear as such- you didnât seem like the warrior type. You shake your head, your eyes sweeping low. You werenât a warrior, far from it- a simple florist if anything. You just drifted until you made it up there and plucked some flowers to make bouquets. You mumble that maybe youâll be more useful in death.
She tilts her head at the comment, beginning to ask until Zagreus is jogging up to the both of you and it was time for you to leave. Sheâs a tad annoyed, but reminds herself that the little godling didnât know- simply trying to break out of this dreary place he calls home and see Olympus in all its glory. Sheâll just ask next time.
You gave her another bouquet, this one more beautiful than the last, when she gets the chance to ask you her question. Your eyes pool with a mournful look as you gaze up at her, your hand resting over the place where your heart used to beat as you look to the ground. You explain that you were young when you were wed- just as you were young when you died. You were married off to someone you did not love- someone awful, vile, who beat you down daily just to build you back up so they could laugh when they toppled you over once again. You remark about how you could feel yourself dying little by little, your delicate heart bleeding as your want for life began to dwindle away. You grew sick and you would sit by the window day in and day out, staring out and wondering what your life could have been if you were married to someone you loved. A ghost of a smile blooms on your lips as you look up at her, that glint she oh-so loved twinkling in your eye as you say that you did not die in as much loneliness and pain as you could have; having been making a bouquet dedicated just to her love and sweetness: your Lady Aphrodite who you love, ever so much.
Sheâs shocked when she realizes the tears that drip down her cheeks, her hand coming to caress your cheek (really your head, she was hulking compared to your small form) with her fingertips. She comments that she would accept every bouquet you made and treasure each flower like it was the one you made for her with your last breaths in the living world.
After that interaction, she comes down a lot more, asking Zagreus if he could bring along her darling florist so that she could talk to you. He always obliges, loving to see the two of you chatter about (well, her chatter about, you usually just listened with a smile on your face as you used the flowers you had plucked into flower crowns for him and Lady Aphrodite). You two become a sort of comfort for him when heâs getting frustrated: seeing your usually melancholy demeanor light up as soon as the goddess appears and in turn the goddess becomes something less vain and more gentle as she speaks to you.
At some point, youâll probably meet Ares himself- the two never that far from each other, also she adores you, so it only makes sense for you to meet him. Heâs honestly a tad unimpressed when you first meet, but when he hears about the heart ache you faced he gains a sense of respect for you, remarking that love is a battle in and of itself and you fought valiantly to keep your ability to love freely (Aphrodite might convince you to have a threesome, Iâm not gonna lie, sheâs attracted to you on a deep level and she has her trysts with Ares- itâs perfect in her eyes. Though she wonât push you if you donât desire it).
When you first get her Ambrosia, sheâs flabbergasted before it turns into worry for how you got it and the potential danger you were in.
She takes the bottle of gold liquid and the flowers that you had so carefully arranged. Her attention, though, is focused on the said bottle of Ambrosia. âMy Darling Florist, how did you get this?â Before you can answer she shoots into a flurry of questions. âAre you alright? Did anything catch you? Hurt you? You donât seem hurt. Oooh-â she puffs her cheeks out, her gaze sharp- âwhy did you get me this? Itâs dangerous!â
You wait for her to calm down. âI apologize for making you worry, but I simply snuck around and grabbed it from some witches- they didnât even notice me. And I-â you tap your fingers together, a blush blooming across your face as you look away from the goddess and she decides that she craves seeing that expression on you again- âI thought that you deserved it. Itâs a much better offering than my silly bouquets.â
Well, aside from the âsilly bouquetsâ comment (which she corrects you on very quickly), sheâs absolutely flattered and it might be the final nail in the coffin that has her falling for you, the little shade in front of her. She decides that you hold a piece of her heart in your translucent hands, though she chooses to keep that information to herself.
Her gift to you is a hairpin that matches hers, though if you donât have enough hair- she says, you can always pin it to your robe. Itâs a blatant claim on her part, but it also helps ease the residual heartache that followed you into death. And, hopefully (a personal hope of her), each time you look at it, youâd fall deeper and deeper in love with her as well.
Artemis
Cause of Death: Arrow to the Heart
Sheâs confused when she sees you, quick to voice her confusion as well. Also depending on if you're more feminine or masculine (and I donât mean woman or man, I just mean how you present yourself), she will treat you differently depending. So, for now, weâre gonna go with the more âfeminineâ option:
âWhoâre you?â
You bow. âAn honor to meet you, Lady Artemis, I seem to have bumped into that orb on accident. Wasnât sure what it did and the curiosity got the better of me.â
She hums, she perks when she notices your bow. âYouâre a hunter?â
You smile, holding it out to her. âYes, indeed, my Lady- I prayed to you a lot.â You laughed, adding. âHoped to join your hunters when I was young.â
Sheâs quite happy to hear that and begins to chatter along with you. For some reason feeling oddly at ease around you. Itâs probably because you were a fellow hunter but she simply canât help the way she grows an odd sort of⊠adoration? Something like that, she thinks- for you. She almost laments the fact when Zagreus comes to get the boon.
You nod to him, biding your farewell to the Goddess and passing the boon to the Prince. She doesnât miss how Zagreusâ eyes shine as you walk away. She almost comments on it but bites her tongue, wanting to observe the prince and the dreamy look that drifts over his features, even as you disappear.
The next time the two of you meet, she asks if she can see you in action. You agree and search up ahead to find something to demonstrate your skills on. Youâre quick to find a few Numbskulls. She watches as you take a deep breath, your eyes narrowing on your unassuming targets and your footsteps become silent as you skirt closer to them. You nock an arrow, never looking away. Her eyes gleam with thrumming adrenaline at the way the muscles in your arms tense as you draw the string back. The low groan of the wood barely above a whisper as you wait for them to line up. You hold your breath, releasing the arrow- it goes through all three of them, making them break into dust in a consecutive line, a harrowing scream being wretched from them as they fade from existence. You release the breath you were holding and stand, sending a smile to the young goddess whose eyes shine with stars.
She praises you for your amazing skill and sings of your prowess. You shake your head, looking down at the ground as you argued that you were but a simple bow folk in your living life. Nothing more, nothing less.
She begs to differ! That type of skill only belongs to those of her highest ranking huntresses! She continues to gush about you until Zag comes up and, once again, greets the both of you. That dreamy look coming over his face as he looks at you. She watches as you once again disappear into Tartarus, this time though, after youâre gone, she turns to her cousin and shoots into a tangent about why he had never told her about you before and where did you come from? She has to know!
He answers all of her questions to the best of his abilities but there are even some he doesnât know about, for example: how you died.
Artemis accepts this and decides that sheâll just ask you the next time the two of you meet.
And, true to her word, she does. She asks you point blank and you canât help but be slightly taken aback. You laugh softly, leaning on your bow as you begin to recount that you were traversing her forest, as you had done many times before, and noticed fresh foot prints of man. You decided that it would be a good idea to look and you found hunters trying to kill her Golden Stag. You had dove in as quickly as you could, shooting one- the arrow sailing in a clean arch through his wrist before he could let loose his arrow. But as you went to nock another arrow- a searing pain in your chest and heart. You looked down to see blood pooling around your robes, dying the olive green of your cloak a wine red. You remember the last thing you saw was the Golden Stag running away. You smiled telling her that you were happy he got away- you donât know what youâd do if he had been captured despite your effort.
Artemis suddenly remembers that day: her stag rushing to her and urging her to follow him- he bounded through the forest, frantic and panicked. When they got to a clearing, she was quick to notice the blood and the drag marks of a body. Her stag pressed his nose to the ground sniffing at the pool of blood, his eyes watering and bulbous tears slid down his muzzle. It suddenly made sense. You were the one he was mourning for.
She couldnât help but grab your hands, resting her forehead against the back of them; thanking you for protecting her stag when she couldnât. You smile at her, bowing your head to her and thanking her for the countless hunts she went on with you. You pull your hands away from her and hold out your bow to her. She asks what you think you're doing in a watery voice and you say itâs an offering. You couldnât give much when you were alive and you still canât give much now, but, this bow- it shall treat her right.
She sniffles as she takes it, trying to hold in tears. She vows to treasure it for all of time as she admires the worn wood.
That day, the two of you became closer as comrades, she would actively come down to say hi to you (and encourage Zagreus to take the leap and court you after she learned of his growing affections for you). The two of you would talk about everything you could think of, explaining how your hunting styles differed or how you could set a trap easier. She had realized that she had never felt this carefree with anyone before. She felt like a child. It felt nice.
When you snag her a bottle of Ambrosia- sheâs swaddled in a whirlwind of emotions.
âYou⊠You got this for me?â She asks as she takes the bottle of golden liquid.
You nod, that gentle smiling spreading across your face. âOf course. You had helped me so many times- it is only fair, my Lady-â
âArtemis-â she sniffled, rubbing her eyes with her knuckles- âcall me Artemis, my friend.â
She finds you to be a perfect friend- a breath of fresh air from home. She may not feel any romantic feelings towards you, but she still holds you in a dear place in her heart. Her gift to you is a new bow and quiver that will never run out of arrows. The bow is enchanted and youâll never have to fear it breaking for it will protect you for as long as you exist- in this realm or another.
Ares
Cause of Death: Blood Loss
When Ares first sees you, he is⊠well- heâs impressed that you stumbled upon his boon, but at the same time⊠Heâs a tad miffed? That you found it?
At the very least heâs condescending as all hell about it:
âWhat is this? A little lamb came to beg me for power? How foolish. No matter how hard you struggle you will never be much more than some little shade.â
âAh, sorry, my Lord! Didnât mean to bump into it!â You hold up the basket in your translucent arms, âI wanted to see if I could find some new ingredients to bake with! I do oh-so miss it, sir.â
Well, he wasnât expecting that.
He ends up allowing you to chatter on with him despite his obvious judgement on your, what he calls, âsoft mortal hobbyâ until Zagreus comes to do his daily try of breaking out from the Underworld.
As he watches you drift away (after passing the boon and giving words of good luck to the Prince, who happily takes it), he kinda hopes to see you again
And see you again he does! He literally sees you the next day- night? Whatever, heâs never sure when he drops a boon in there- itâs damn dark-
Heâs presented with a basket of treats and your gleeful greeting as you chatter that you found ingredients to make some Baklava and you thought that, maybe, heâd like to try it?
He smiles- cruel and sharp- and asks if you truly think that this is a fit offering for a god such as himself?
You shrug, saying he doesnât have to eat it if he doesnât want to
He laughs and takes it and you two are off chattering again: him regaling you with his war stories and you of the ingredients you had (somehow) found down here until Zag shows up, once again, the boon is passed to him (this time along with a slice of the delicious, warm Baklava. Which, heâs confused on what it is but he finds out very quickly that itâs his favorite treat).
The two of you talk a lot, which Ares is pleasantly surprised about, usually heâs the scorn of everyone- not that he cares, it causes conflict and he likes that. But youâre so calm and sweet that he just canât get a rise out of you. Which, on one hand, pisses him off to no end, but, on the other, itâs such a nice change of pace for him. Heâs used to the bloodshed and animosity of battlefields- the iron tinged air that follows after the warriors that traverse those fields. And yet, here you are: a shade that always has a treat for him when you run into him and the smell of warm sweetness wafting after you.
So when he learned exactly how you died- he was absolutely floored.
âHow did you die, little baker?â He asked one day, fiddling with his knife, tilting it discreetly so that your reflection was in it.
âOh!â You smiled sheepishly, glancing away from him and placing the bag of flour (how did you even get that? Heâd have to ask you next) back into your basket. âWell- you see, I bled out.â
He raised his eyebrow, suddenly very interested. âHow? Youâre soâŠâ he tilted his head and flipped his knife so that the blade pointed at him and the hilt pointed at you, he poked your arm with said hilt. âSoft.â
âWellâŠâ
You explain that you had a little brother who had a nasty habit of getting into trouble- he was a good person, just made foolish choices- and this time, it had cost you your life. He had pissed off the wrong person and, well, when the man had attempted to grab your brother when the two of you were out walking the stalls on your break- you did the only thing you could think of: you fought.
Of course it went horribly, youâve never been in a fight before then and, despite all the work you did with dough, it didnât help much when the man pulled out a knife and dug it straight into your gut. But, you donât mind too much- your brotherâs alive and well and, from what you understand from asking Lord Hades, he had started to be more aware of himself and who he angered. Which made you super happy and proud of him!
Ares canât help but feel some sort of pity for you. So much life to be taken so quickly and placed in- wait. Why werenât you in Elysium?
Youâre incredibly confused when Ares suddenly disappears (Aphrodite appearing in his place in the blink of an eye- she greets you happily and asks if you have any of Baklava to share today. You do not but you do have some Loukoumades if she wanted some. She did). Youâre even more confused when the Underworld shakes and angry yelling fills the entirety of it for a solid ten minutes before all goes back to normal.
You tell Ares about it the next day and he simply hums. Keeping it to himself that he made a whole scene about you not being in Elysium by popping up and butting heads with Hades, of course he got kicked out. That still doesnât stop him from sending angry letters that can span anywhere from one word letters (usually containing a curse word) to a 30 page essay on why you should be in Elysium instead of milling about in such unkempt places.
The first time you go out of your way to get him a bottle of Ambrosia is the day that both scares the shit out of him and makes him hate you for giving him mushy feelings.
You came to him in, almost literal, tatters: your greenish, transparent form ripped in places, the few wisps of you following after your torn form like they were tied to a string. You had held it up to him in a basket, a plate of Baklava sitting next to it, along with some other treats. âLady Aphrodite mentioned that she wanted to try my Baklava, so I made her some! Though the Ambrosia is just for you, my Lord!â
He blinked at you, taking the basket in a delicate hold. He turned it this way and that, his chest feeling⊠warm? He wanted to grimace at the soft warmth that thrummed through his veins, yet it was replaced with a smile as he held up the gold liquid. âThank you, little Baker.â
It was the first time he felt something so unexplainably soft: so gentle and warm as it settled somewhere between the bottom of his ribcage and the top of his stomach. He listened as you told him how you had gotten it: with Zagreusâ help (you even got to meet Lord Hermes! It was so amazing! He had scoffed at that) he led you to a room with Ambrosia as the prize and, despite the young princeâs worry, you managed to beat the monsters and collect it, mostly, by yourself.
Ares was so flattered, but he couldnât help the way that your tattered form made him feel a sort of worry. He waved his hands through the wisps of your body before he snapped his fingers and a small blade appeared: a beautifully constructed blade that was an exact replica of his (albeit much, much smaller). He handed it to you, telling you that you should have a proper weapon if youâre going to go out of your way to fight in his name.
Dionysus
Cause of Death: Alcohol Poisoning
Dionysus, unlike many, is incredibly excited to see you sitting there. He adores mortal souls and canât help but look at them each time Zag chooses his boons and he has the chance to glimpse at their souls (despite his tendency to let them go completely after they die- he canât help but wonder about them once in a while).
âWhy, hello there! Whatâs a little thing like you doing strolling up to my boon, hm?â
He canât help but notice the way your eyes are a tad dull, but he writes that off as the dark of Tartarus since itâs gone as fast as he noticed it. You smile up at him, absolutely beaming at the God of drink and madness. âHello, Lord Dionysus!â
âOho, you could tell it was me? What gave it away?â
The two of you laugh, diving into a conversation. He offers you a cup of wine and is put off with how long it takes you to decline it. He almost thought you looked absolutely ravenous as you peered into the deep red liquid. He shrugs it off and continues to chatter with you until his favorite Zagman stumbles upon the two of you. Heâs quick to say hi to you and even leans down to ask you⊠something. Dionysus misses it, but still watches the way you stiffly nod before you pass the boon to the prince and scurry off.
Heâs tempted to ask about it, but decides that he should probably ask you himself instead of trying to pry. Mortals didnât take well to people snooping around their private lives, which he could respect.
The next time he sees you though, he relaxes you into a sort of peaceful lull as he chats with you before he drops the question.
You stare blankly at him, that dark look in your eye coming back and making his skin crawl. You suddenly laugh it off waving your hands as you tell him that a god shouldnât worry about a little olâ shade like you.
He doesnât push for an answer but the question still swirls in his mind, even as you toddle off after his Zagman pops up. He decides that heâll actually ask the Prince this time around.
He asks him point blank and Zag, despite him being hesitant at first, decides to spill how you died. You had been the black sheep of your family, never truly fitting into the carefully set path that they wanted you to follow- so you found solace in drinking from a young age. It had taken the edge off of everything, Zagreus recounted you telling him. It filled you with a warmth you had been missing all your life and you couldnât help but indulge more and more in it until it slowly became your own personal poison. Dionysus grimaced, for once feeling a sort of queasiness in the pit of his stomach as Zagreus continued on with your story. So, one day, you had drunk yourself into a deep stupor after an awful argument with your parents. But, this time, you never woke up. Instead you woke up floating in the river of blood- the River of Styx.
Dionysus had nodded after the Prince finished the story, playing with the goblet in his hand and swirling the red wine that resides in it. He offers a bitter smile to Zag and bids his farewell (of course leaving a boon of his choice with the lad) popping off back to Olympus.
The next time he runs into you, he asks if youâre feeling alright- if you want to talk. You blink at him, confused at first until realization dawns you. You bite your lip, looking down. Heâs quick to assure you that you didnât have to talk about anything- you two could just have a good time like always. You tell him that youâd like that, not yet ready to face your past. He nods, immediately telling you about an embarrassing story about Ares and how much of a lightweight he was which had you letting out an ugly snort along with your loud cackles.
The god begins to take it upon himself to have you smiling more and maybe remedy those dark clouds that appear in your eyes once in a while. Heâs pretty observant despite being piss drunk half the time, it also helps that heâs very intune to your emotions for some odd reason, so heâs quick to pick up on when you feel down or your having something the equivalent to a relapse. He has you drink just a little bit from his goblet since itâs better than quitting cold turkey. And that little bit is always enough to quench your thirst and calm you down. Youâve been needing less and less of it as the days (nights?) pass by.
The first time you get Dionysus Ambrosia is the same day that he almost swears that heâll marry you. Heâs quick to grow emotional with the sheer fact that you went out of your way to get something so special for him, his face almost splitting with how wide of a smile he has on his face.
âYou got this for me, man?â He says, holding up the bottle in his hand and inspecting it like itâs a precious jewel. âYou know this stuff is hard to come by, super hard.â
You nod, the clouds far from your eyes now. âI had to thank you some way and punching a couple of Shades to get my hands on that was worth it.â
âYou punched people for me?â
âOf course.â
He fights the urge to squeal and pops the top off, summoning another cup and pouring some in it. âHereâs to us!â He says as he hands you the cup.
Heâs honestly never had so much fun just existing with one person. After that heâs never far from you, one usually not seen without the other around- even despite the Underworld not being Dionysusâ favorite place, he canât help but be willing to venture down there to see you in person (heâs been trying to convince his wonderful Uncle Hades to let you come up with him to Olympus for a little bit- heâs even got his dad and (other) Uncle in on it. Hades officially hates all of them). His gift to you is a matching goblet that will supply you any beverage of your choice. It also has the double power to protect you from all that wishes to harm you, but youâll learn that in due time. Itâll be more fun that way, Dionysus muses.
Hermes
Cause of Death: Falling
Usually, Heremes wouldnât have taken the time of day to chatter mindlessly with a shade. But, it was a different story when that shade summoned him through bumping into his boon- now itâs just interesting!
âEh? Whoâre you? Itâs kinda strange for a shade to be here and not my Cos, huh? Did something happen to him? You his stand in or something? Thatâd be kinda funny because you donât seem like his stand in- not buff enough or something like that.â
You blink slowly taking in the words of his mile a minute speech as he continues to prattle on. You take a seat in front of the quick mouthed god, getting yourself comfortable as he flutters about and chatters. Not like you minded- he filled in the places where you couldnât with steady conversation. You nod to some of the quips he makes, just to show you were still listening.
He decides then and there that he likes you a lot and that you should meet Charon. As soon as Zagreus pops up to collect the boon- he grabs the back of your robes and goes zooming off with you in tow. You wave to the panicked prince, allowing yourself to be dragged around. He continues to chatter on and on, only taking a break when he reaches the Boatman (who was not expecting a Shade to be accompanying the God of Messengers). He sets you down, tries to introduce you two to each other- realizes he doesnât know your name, so you end up telling them your name- and then is quick to say goodbye, after he gives a scroll to Charon, and shoots off.
You end up staying with Charon after learning a bit more about the quiet boatman and Hermes is quite pleased when he realizes that heâd be seeing you around a lot more. Heâs quick to flutter about you and chatter for a few quick seconds before zipping off. You wave at him.
The process repeats for a while before he finally takes a moment to really sit with you, Charon having gone to pick up more souls and lead them down the River of Styx. He chatters on aimlessly, asking little questions here and there before he decides to ask the million dollar question: âHow did you die?â
You blink slowly as him before murmuring that you fell from a very high place, you head cracking open on the rocks at the bottom and now here you are. He asks why you were messing about on a high place, as that seemed to be something most mortals avoided doing. You explained that there was a kitten stuck in an old root on the ledge and you couldnât just leave her. So, you crawled onto the branch and put her back onto safe ground, but the root gave way and then you went tumbling to your doom.
Hermes is surprisingly quiet throughout the entire exchange until you reach the end and he says: âyouâre a real bleeding heart under all that quiet, huh?â You nod solemnly and he laughs, pulling you into a side hug. How could something with such a fleeting life be so selfless with it? He squeezes you harder before he stands up and bids you farwell, shooting off once again. And, again, you wave as he goes.
He grows attached to you quickly afterwards, bringing you little things that might help make you more comfortable down in the Underworld. Of course Charon is there to keep you company which heâs happy about- and he voices that exact thought to the boatman, who just grumbles out a long: uuuuaagghhh as his reply. He pats his arm and says that he knew heâd get it.
When you manage to get your hands on a bottle of Ambrosia- heâs completely blind sided that he almost trips on his own feet. His face flushing a deep red as he takes the offered bottle.
âHowâd- howâd you get this?â His speech is all jumbled and jumpy, though he tries to keep the giddy excitement bubbling in his stomach as bay.
âI saved up my coin,â you said, nodding to Charon who nods back. âAnd bought it from Charon. I wouldâve fought for it, but Iâm no warrior.â
A smile splits across his face and the wings on the side of his head flutter. Heâs quick to scoop you up and hug you, floating up with you as he does.
Hermes is an absolute giddy mess with your offering, not sure if he should kiss you or simply remain holding you. He had a special place for you before but this just solidifies his adoration for you. His gift to you is a pair of boots with wings on the side of them- an exact replica of his (in your size! Somehow-). He promises that theyâll help you get anywhere you want quickly, also the two of you match! How cute is that?
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hi !! i am in love w ur writing omg <33 can i req hcs of miya twins && suna w a crush who is in the girls ( or manager of the boys team if u only do gn!reader hcs ) vball team of inarizaki and they share the same bus or sumn when theyre traveling to another school ? thank u <3
hi hi hi!!! thank you so much <333 and i write fem!reader, hehe, so i made her part of the girls vbc! i hope you like these <3
miya atsumuÂ
i firmly believe none of the hq boys would be picky about the girl theyâre dating. like yeah they all say certain traits they want but when it really comes down to it and they are dating you, they wonât be upset if you donât fit certain previous criteria of theirsÂ
that being said, tsumu would absolutely lose his shit if his girlfriend also happened to be a volleyball player like heâd be convinced itâs fate or something
like he wouldnât crush on you because of volleyball, he just thought you were a really pretty girl heâd constantly see in the halls and stuffÂ
and listen! he really was planning on asking you out
except asking a girl out has never been so nerve-wracking. like heâs never, ever felt this nervous about it?? and heâd keep chickening out every time he saw you
fast forward to you guys having to travel to another prefecture for a game, and it just so happens that the boysâ basketball team also had a game out of town. between the teachers and coaches, they decided since both the boys and the girlsâ volleyball teams were going to the same prefecture, youâd just take the bus and make dueÂ
the bus isnât small, but yâall are a lot, so itâs a bit of a mess when youâre climbing onÂ
somehow, someway, you find yourself sitting next to miya atsumuÂ
pls he will never stop talking about how you two were meant to be after omgÂ
imagine his shock when he looks up from his phone and he sees you sitting next to him his brain literally goes ???!!@#$#&^$#&%(&
you just smile at him sweetly and say, âi hope itâs okay that i sat here. thereâs not really anywhere else.âÂ
he canât really speak. no like he really canât. heâs. starstruck? just completely gone. youâre just so pretty and now he gets to sit next to you for the entire ride? heâs thanking everything holy
samu smacks him on the head because he still hasnât replied to you and youâre starting to look a little saddenedÂ
âuh, yeah, yeah, sâfine, yeah.â iâm telling yâall heâs secretly a complete dork.Â
at first he doesnât really know what to say, he just knows that he really wants to talk to you, like badly, and finally his brain catches up to him and he asks you about volleyball. you two spend nearly the entire ride talking about the sport
his heart would not stop beating insanely fast the entire timeÂ
so yâall arrive, and youâre about to head off to the girlsâ gymnasium when he stops you. youâre kind confused but you donât stop him bc !!! hello !!! attractive !!! and kind !!! and interesting !!!
and omg you donât think youâve ever seen miya atsumu flustered before, and apparently neither has his brother or his friends because theyâre in the back just snickering to each other
and finally, he manages to ask, âdo you like, wanna hang out? soon? tomorrow?âÂ
it makes you giggle how red his cheeks areÂ
the relief that floods him when you say yes is unbelievableÂ
he wishes you good luck with your game with a kiss on the cheek that shocks everyone because what a contrast to the person he was literally a minute agoÂ
just v briefly: yâall are THE couple. you know what iâm talking about right? imagine just him being at your games and cheering you on the loudest, kissing you fully on the mouth after disregarding any rules in place, or the opposite, of you cheering him on his games and just jumping at him even though heâs really sweaty and hugging him so tight with your legs wrapped around his waist
no please donât think about going to the gym with tsumu, where he makes you cling onto shirtless him as heâs doing pull ups and you kiss him every time he lowers himself, or practicing volleyball with tsumu, where heâll serve a ball onto your ass and have you chase him around the gymnasium until he lets you jump onto him and you both fall on the ground
and no! donât you dare consider practicing serves with him and it being a competition until youâre both so spent and breathlessly lying on the cold ground next to each other or how proud he is every time he sees you finally achieve something youâve been trying really hard to perfect â
good bye đđ»ââïž
miya osamu
okay different from atsumu, osamu knew you were a volleyball player, and he realized he had a crush on after watching you play onceÂ
your gymnasium, the girlsâ, was up for inspection but you had a game against another school so youâd borrowed the boysâ. the whole boys team decided to stay and watch and holy shit was he impressed. your team won by a landslide, and it was clear the rest of his team was also impressed by the way they were all speaking about you
after that, you kinda stood out to him more? like, before he wouldnât really notice you, but now anytime you were around or he heard your name or you were mentioned or he heard your voice he would kind of perk up and his heart would beat a little fastÂ
he was like fuck đđȘ
you didnât really share classes with him so it wasnât too difficult to avoid you until his little crush had waveredÂ
yeah until god himself seated you right across from him on the bus while both your teams were on their way to a different school. itâs not that there wasnât a bus, the coaches were just lazy and decided to combine you both since you were headed the same way anywaysÂ
the entire time he wouldnât stop staring at you while you chatted with your friends and with some of the boys from his team. you just seemed so. magical. he hated it. why were you so perfect
atsumu was asleep for half the ride so he only made fun of him for the other half. it was v humiliating. 0/10
he thought he had been soooo slick lmfao đč
he was not
samuâs generally a slick guy but. not right now he wasnât. not with his crush he isnât
so when everyone steps off the bus and heâs like stretching out his limbs from being seated for really long, he feels someone tap on his shoulder, so he spins around and sees you and honest to god his blood runs cold
you had a really sheepish smile on your face like you were ready to embarrass him and when you said, âhey i noticed you staring,â on god he wanted to die.
but then you noticed his pale face and quickly went, âno, no, i think itâs very flattering! and iâm hoping it means i get to take you out?âÂ
cue tsumuâs cheering in the back he is so obnoxious bhjdbcdbjc
samuâs mouth is moving but his brain isnât really working he just likes to thank god that he said yes and didnât say anything elseÂ
this time, you wish him luck with a kiss on the cheek and he really hates how his entire body is just heating up right now so on the outside it looks like heâs not enjoying this in the least, but trust, his heart says others
that was the most nervous youâve ever been but he doesnât need to know thatÂ
on the bus ride back he invites you to sit next to him in the back, and youâre both a little shy about it all but you make conversation and somehow it ends up with him telling you he loves to cook, which leads to the promise that heâll cook for you one day
itâs a very sweet conversation where youâre both really excited but youâre also a little nervous about it all
again, briefly: if weâre going with you being a wing spiker like him, then training with samu is so fun. he loves to toss the balls up higher and higher knowing you canât reach them, until one day you shock him and the ball goes smack on the other side of the court and damn he just fell in love all over again.
tsumu practices with you two sometimes and nine times out of ten heâll make samu think heâs tossing to him then toss to you instead.Â
youâd think heâd be quiet and calm while he watches you play? absolutely not he is the loudest. itâs okay you luv him <3
omgomgomg meeting up with samu after both your after school practices are over and you just walking home alone in the quiet and youâre both munching on some snacks and itâs so serene and your hand is in his and youâre swinging your arms playfully and itâs just so
sighÂ
remember that promise he made to cook for you? every weekend without fail, since he usually wakes up before you, he makes you breakfast, leaves his home, and wakes you up with a little box of your favorites. the tradition never falters. every weekend you wake up to his beaming face with a steaming box of breakfast. husband materialÂ
suna rinatarĆ
with suna, you two briefly knew each other
you shared class with him, and sat quite near him so you were like sort of acquainted with each other. i feel like sunaâs not too big on speaking with strangers not because heâs introverted but because he just doesnât wanna waste his time
he does speak to you from time to time though, mainly just to ask about class or homework or examsÂ
he didnât know you were on the girlâs volleyball team though, so when you walked onto the bus, and he spotted you, he was really confused. when you spotted him back and waved at him with a bright smile his brain went uh oh
and then you walked closer to where he sat and his brain went UH OH
and then you asked to sit next to him because youâre all the girls are scattered everywhere and aside from them heâs the only one you know here so he just shrugs and goes yeah sureÂ
his brain is going uhohuhohuhoh repeatedly though heâs just exceptionally good at not showing itÂ
you donât really talk as everyone settles down, each of you is busy looking down at your phones, but when the bus starts moving, suna takes out his headphones andÂ
he offers one to youÂ
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ok im goodÂ
youâre a little taken aback but you accept. the entire ride you two donât talk, you just listen to music together, and occasionally he hands you his phone to choose a song, and somehow, in the middle of all this, your head fell on his shoulder and his head rested on yours and it was really comfortable and good god does he have a crush on you
when you take out your phone and open instagram/snapchat and start messing with the filters, taking snaps of him and making faces with him, and he gets to hear and feel your little laughs he realizes yeah, maybe he does have a tiny crush on youÂ
tinyÂ
minuscule
you skip away from him after stepping off the bus with a yell of good luck. he makes time after his game to go watch yours and he is thoroughly impressed by your skill. decides maybe it is not as minuscule as he thought.
the boys are on the bus before the girls, so when you walk in, he waves you over and points at his headphones, which makes you laugh a little and rush over to him. this time, he doesnât wait for the bus to start moving before he hands you one earbud, and just like before, your head rests on his shoulder throughoutÂ
middle of the ride, he opens the notes app, and types, âyouâre really cute,â while showing you the screenÂ
you take the phone from him and type back, âyouâre really pretty.âÂ
and then a conversation carries like this until he just straight up goes, âwanna go out with me?âÂ
this time, you donât take the phone from him. instead, you sit up a little, press a kiss to his cheek and whisper, âyes.âÂ
it only shocked him a little a lot
as soon as youâd said that, he relaxes a bit, and as youâre going to rest your head on his shoulder, he brings an arm around you, hugging you closer to him i am going to Scream
briefly: please, imagine just how encouraging it is for suna to see you in the stands at any of his games like it just gives him that necessary boost and whenever he wins he just cups your face and kisses you so passionately yet serenely and thereâs that small smile hidden in the kiss only you can feel and tell of
or just imagine you and suna relaxing after a long day of practice in a bath together or you completely drained snuggled in bed as you lazily and sleepily pillow talkÂ
or oh my god, suna coming before a game and helping you do your hair in a braid or anything that will keep it out of your face because he has a little sister and heâs just so good at it and all the girls are fawning over how heâs sitting on the bench with you kneeling between his legs and heâs just working diligently at your hair and once heâs done he just gives your head a little pat before leaning over and kissing your cheek like âall done babe good luckâÂ
or suna watching smugly as you absolutely destroy your opponents or if you ever play with the boys how you never go easy on them and he justÂ
heart eyes <3
end note; im sobbing im this đ€đŒ close to losing my mind why are they not REALÂ
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Itâs cold and dark, winter raging outside of their broken down home on South Wallace and Fionaâs little brother recently diagnosed with bipolar disorder. She picks up a laundry basket and heads upstairs, rubbing her eyes and running a hand through her tangled, greasy hair. She needs to brush it, she needs to take a shower, she needs to sleep.Â
But she canât. She has laundry to do and bills to pay and meals to make. She has to take care of her little brother who she can't seem to reach. She wants to help, to monitor him, but every time she tries he pushes back, the rift already forming between growing with every worried glance and pill check.Â
She saw what happened to Monica, she experienced it first, she picked up the pieces with every depressive or manic episode. She was the one who stepped in every time Monica left. Even though each time, a little piece of herself was taken with her. She knows the kind of pain caused by this diagnosis, not only to the people around the person with it, but the person themself. Â
So sue her for being concerned. Sue her for being overbearing. Sue her for being an older sister stricken with experience in this field.Â
She snaps back to herself when she runs into Mickey Milkovich, said little brotherâs boyfriend.Â
âOh, shit, sorry,â she yelps, startled by his presence. Heâs been staying with them, whether because of Ian or because of his own issues, Fionaâs not sure. All she knows is this is just another mouth to feed and ex for Ian to cry about.Â
And if you ask her, he isnât worth it. Mickeyâs just gonna leave as soon as he realizes this takes work. Heâs gonna break her little brotherâs heart and tear him to shreds just like Milkovichâs do. But sheâs stuck with him, this intruder welcomed by a vulnerable Ian whoâs intrigued by his dangerous nature. Thatâs all this is, Fiona knows because sheâs been there.Â
âFuck, be quiet,â Mickey rubs his eyes, the bags underneath dark and obtrude.Â
Fiona opens her mouth to argue because are you fucking kidding me? Youâre living in my house and you tell me to fucking be quiet? But just as she does so, Mickey points back to the room he had just stepped out of.Â
âIan just got to bed,â Mickey looks back at the ajar door. Peeking through the crack is a fluff of red hair and pale, chubby cheeks squished against a pillow. Fiona tilts her head at the sight, she remembers putting him to bed, the only way to get him to settle down was to give him a book to read. She called him sweetface, kissed his cheek, tucked him in tight and promised to not let the monsters bite. He would giggle and tell her that heâd protect her.Â
That giggle. She would give anything to hear that giggle again.Â
She shakes her head and looks back to Mickey, seeing him gaze at Ian with a similar sort of fascination.Â
He turns back to her and looks down at the basket sheâs holding, âYou need help?âÂ
Fiona quirks an eyebrow, âYou wanna fold clothes?âÂ
He shrugs, âDid it all the time to help out my ma,â Fiona apparently shows how taken aback by this she is because he immediately throws up his arms, âUnless you donât fucking want me to,â he still keeps his voice down in a hushed tone so as not to disturb Ian who stirs slightly and pulls the blanket up over his head, snuggling deeper into it.Â
Fiona doesnât say anything more, she just jerks her head downstairs and sets him up in the living room. With that job out of the way, she slips back upstairs to find more dirty laundry to throw in the washer but she gets distracted. She finds herself leaning against the door frame of Ianâs room, staring at him.Â
She watches as he squishes his face deeper into the pillow and twists around in the blanket. She watches with intense affection as her heart aches. She just wants him to be happy, thatâs all sheâs ever wanted for her kids. She canât stand the thought of Ian being lonely or curled up crying like she was last night.Â
She watches hoping she didnât do a bad job but something inside her tells her to doubt herself. Fionaâs never been particularly stable, yeah, probably the stablest thing theyâve ever gotten but that doesnât say much. Her relationships are flakey and her self depreciation always comes leaking through.Â
Maybe Ian will do better. Maybe Mickey will be good for him.Â
But maybe he wonât be. He is a Milkovich, she knows that family of thugs and criminals and abusers. Fiona ran into their father a couple times, him always scowling yet looking her up and down with hunger in his eyes. If thatâs what Mickeyâs been taught, then how does she know he'll be different? What if he hurts him or gets him involved in Milkovich bullshit?Â
What if she canât protect him? She needs to protect him.Â
âHey, all your shitâs folded,â Fiona turns around to see Mickey holding up a basket of neatly folded clothes, âI didnât know whose shit was whose aside from Ianâs so I just guessed.âÂ
Fiona nods and takes it from him, sheâs about to walk off and sort the impressively folded laundry when Mickey speaks.Â
âDoes this shit get easier?â He says it quietly, almost as if he hadnât meant for Fiona to hear. But she does.Â
âHopefully, yeah,â Fiona answers honestly, making Mickey turn his head, his eyes shining with the hint of tears.Â
He sniffles and crosses his arms, puffing out his chest and turning back to Ian. Fiona scoffs and watches him walk back to Ian. Ian gently stirring at the footsteps.Â
âAh shit, man. Did I wake you?â Mickey asks not as quietly as before but still soft. Ian shakes his head, lifting up the covers for Mickey to slide in next to him.Â
Fiona walks downstairs before realizing she forgot to gather up the dirty laundry. Sneaking back, she overhears conversation from Ianâs room.Â
âFucking jackass,â Fionaâs ears perk up immediately. Itâs Mickeyâs voice. Then she hears rustling.Â
She switches into Fiona mode as her kids have begun to call it, her mind flies to the worst possible conclusion. Mickey sounds mad, maybe theyâre fighting. What if Mickey hits him? What if Mickeyâs hurting him? Â
Then she hears a sound she hasnât heard in so long. A sound she would have given anything to hear again.Â
Ian giggles.Â
That bright, affection giggle. She can almost picture his scrunched up nose, his face lifting, unable to contain his glee.Â
She peeks her head into the room just for a second. She sees Mickey leaning on one elbow, tugging, no, playing with Ianâs hair. He flips it into his eyes and twists it around his finger. Ian stares up at him with a glaze thatâs coated in warmth and affection.Â
Then Mickey spots her and tugs his hand away.Â
âJust wanted to see if you guys needed anything. Mickey,â his demeanor returns back to defensive and something about his impulsive need to cover makes Fionaâs heart ache, âYou can help yourself to snacks, just be careful with the cabinets, theyâve been known to snap off from time to time, alright?âÂ
Mickey nods stiffly, Ian chuckles softly at his awkwardness.Â
âOkay, after I sort these, Iâm going to bed, wake me if you need anything, sweetface. Donât stay up too late,â she closes the door but her instincts kick in again so she opens it one more time, âAnd keep it over the covers.âÂ
Mickeyâs face goes white and he stammers, a rare trait in a Milkovich reminding her that heâs still a teenager. Albeit a teenager with a record and knuckle tats, but a teenager nonetheless. And if he can make Ian laugh like that, make him forget for a moment where they are, then heâs welcome in her home anytime.
#shameless#ian gallagher#mickey milkovich#fiona gallagher#gallavich#gallavich fanfiction#summary: fiona is stressed and doesnt trust mickey but helps out a little and makes ian laugh a whole bunch and fiona changes her mind <3#literally just mickey and fiona are both amazing and ian deserves to laugh <33#margo writes
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HI @vrisrezis! This is a long one but don't feel pressured to do it anytime soon. đ€đ€
I can't stop thinking about this! Like in that episode in season 1, where Ichi is pretending to be Kara in front of Oso--would the NEETs ever, when stuck in a situation they can't be at an important date or appointment with their s/o, have their brothers stand in for them in order to save their own asses? And if they do, who would impersonate the other brother the best?
The biggest example I can think of is missing an anniversary dinner reservation because the Matsu bf got stuck in some crazy Matsuno madness lol.
Note: s/o gets really pissed off and upset when they find out that the sextuplets were tricking her. Like come on, that's their bf! Of course the s/o will find out the truth, especially with these goofy brothers
While Osomatsu is the most likely to do something like this, the bigger question is, what brother of his is actually willing to go along with this plan? Well, itâs actually totty because the eldest blackmailed him. Honestly, when it comes to the eldest I canât see any of them actually wanting to help him out but the youngest is the best at this easily since heâs good at impersonating his brothers in general but youâre quick to catch on because heâs acting too.. weird. Talking about sex way more often than usual, it becomes apparent that it isnât him. But he just gives you the âIâm sorry! Listen he was busy and didnât wanna upset you by missing this! Itâs not my fault youâre dating the worst of us!â
Karamatsu would NEVER do this. Unfortunately for him, heâd feel way too guilty about it. Youâd think heâd be the kinda guy, since heâs referred to as shittymatsu for a reason, and he is not exactly a perfect angel all the time, but he seriously can not go through with it. Lying to you just to save his ass? Just no. I will say though that while all the brothers are horrible at impersonating him, Choromatsu does it the best. Unfortunately Choromatsu is a horrible liar, and ends up cringing at the shit he says.
Speaking of Choromatsu, this idea would have to be brought up to him by another brother of his. Most likely Osomatsu. Heâd say how horrible that is but honestly would be down for it if it saved him any yelling from you or you being upset with him. Osomatsu is actually real good at impersonating him but he gets bored halfway through and ends up confessing âyeah sorry, guess your boyfriends just a dick?â
Ichimatsu would do this, but feel very guilty about it. Heâd confess to you later that night about it anyways even if you didnât find out so. Jyushimatsu is eerily good at his impression though, so it would actually be hard trying to figure him out.. well.. if it werenât for the few times heâd crack into that Jyushimatsu smile of his for a split second.
Jyushimatsu is down for it, he goes to the brother heâs closest to, Ichimatsu! The youngest may have come up with the idea, but no way in hell does he trust him to do a good impression! He is making his poor brother suffer with this, it was bound to be a failure honestly. âListen I donât even know why he asked me to do this. But you and I both know this isnât really like him. I just think you should not get too mad at him for this one.â
Todomatsus plan, as youâd expect from this little devil. He unfortunately had karamatsu do this job for him because no other brother could. It was horrible, and painfully obvious since karamatsu had very distinct eyebrows that he totally wasnât jealous of. Itâs not like he ever told you that either. Not like he told you he wished he had perfect brows like his. Thatâs totally not what gave karamatsu away.
#choromatsu x reader#ichimatsu x reader#jyushimatsu x reader#karamatsu x reader#osomatsu x reader#todomatsu x reader#ososan x reader#osomatsu san x reader#osomatsusan x reader
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Going back home {Chapter 2}
Summary: Claire never thought she would be back in the town she grew up in. But after her fiancé broke off their engagement, leaving her 5 months pregnant and alone she found herself calling Frankie Morales in the middle of the night, one of her childhood friends who insisted that she booked the next flight out. Trying to fix her life with a little help from her friends she would find out soon that going back would be the best decision she ever made.
Pairing: Frankie Morales x Claire Beck
wordcount: 2k
Warnings: pregnancy hormones, pining
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âYou know your childhood home is for sale?â Claire sat on the patio next to Pope who had decided to catch up with her.
âSeriously?â she asked and he nodded.
âYeah. It looks bad though.â
âLike every house in this area thatâs currently on sale,â she rolled her eyes.
âYeah there are not many people moving down here, though there seem to be getting more in the last few years.â
âI mean itâs beautiful here,â she let her eyes wander over the landscape. She had always loved it here. Whole summers were spent on the Morales ranch when she was younger. Could have to do with the fact that Paâ Morales made the best BBQ ever.
âYeah it is. Better for your girl to grow up here, than in the big city huh?â he asked. She looked at Pope. He had gotten older. The lines around his eyes deeper than before. He always loved to laugh.
âYeah. Though I didnât picture it like that. IâŠâ she sighed, feeling silly for the tears in her eyes. Fucking hormones.
âHey. Itâs okay. You gonna be fine,â his hand came down on her knee, squeezing it in comfort.
âYeah you all keep saying that but itâs not you who has to push a baby out of your vagina without the father being there. Itâs not you who has the responsibility to take care of a helpless kid for the rest of your life. I just⊠why? Why does he get to decide to walk out of this? Itâs my pill that apparently didnât work but it was him fucking me without a condom. He should take the responsibility just as much as I have to. FuckâŠâ she let her head fall back.
âFuck him,â she looked up, hearing Frankieâs voice.
âFuck him. Heâs an excuse of a man. You donât walk away from the woman you love. From the woman whoâs carrying your child. Fuck⊠I was going through rehab while Liz was pregnant and I didnât walk outâŠâ he kneeled down next to her. She sucked her bottom lip in.
âI just feel so⊠soâŠâ she shook her head.
âI know. But youâre not alone. You got me,â he looked at her. He was planning on taking her out for lunch when he walked in.
âBut itâs not your job to take care of me Frankie. You got your own family.â
âYou are family,â Pope said, now standing behind Frankie. âAnd if you want us to kill him, just say the word,â he teased and she had to laugh at that before she looked at Frankie again.
âI told you. You donât want a hormonal woman living with you,â she joked and Frankie chuckled.
âI can take living with a hormonal woman,â he reached up to brush away her tears.
âNow what do you say? Lunch?â he asked and she sighed before she nodded.
âI gotta head out. But iâll bring the house offers I found over tonight, okay?â Pope asked and she nodded. He smiled, leaning down to kiss her cheek before he left.
âI mean it. Youâre family. Donât ever think youâre a burden or alone. Weâre here for you. I am here for you, okay?â Frankie said. Claire breathed in deep and nodded.
âGotta get used to people caring. I was pretty lonely the last few years I guess.â
âYeah. Better get used to it quickly,â he winked before he helped her out of the seat.
âGotta get dressed I guess,â she shrugged.
âAnd I gotta shower. I can smell myself.â
âYeah. You stink,â she grinned before she walked past him, leaving Frankie head shaking on the patio.
âLunch is on you,â he called after her and she gave him the finger, making him laugh before he followed her inside to take a shower.
âSo what made you open up a gardening business of all things, Morales?â she asked, sitting in the old diner they used to spend so much time in when they were younger. It might be lunch time but she couldnât wait to have her ordered pancakes.
Frankie shrugged.
âI like being outside, keeps my mind off things.â
âYou any good?â Claire teased and Frankie huffed.
âLetâs just say if you need any gardening I wonât be able to help you before the end of the year,â he winked.
âImpressive. Iâm happy for you. Even though I still wanna hear the story as to what exactly happened in the last two yearsâŠâ she said quietly, hearing Frankie sigh.
âOnly when you tell me your story.â
She sighed and smiled sadly.
âWe have a lot to talk about huh?â she asked.
âYeah. But in time. Now we gotta eat and then we got to head to the store. Still need some stuff for the BBQ.â
âFuck how many people are coming to this BBQ? I only have like 5 friends left here and I already met 4 of them,â Clarie groaned, leaning over the shopping cart as Frankie loaded another six pack of beer in.
âPope kinda invited everyone over he knows so you can get to know everyone.â
âBecause I like hanging out with people so much?â she asked, letting her head hang, earning a chuckle from Frankie.
âYou and me both. But theyâre all okay. Promise,â he squeezed her shoulder in comfort and she smiled a little, bumping her shoulder against his as he came to stand next to her.
âSo what else do we need?â
âI got everything. Anything you need?â
âIce cream?â Claire asked after thinking about it. Frankie only nodded as he grabbed the cart from her and pushed it towards the freezers with the ice cream. Like he had done it a million times before he walked towards the freezer, picking up Claireâs favorite Mint & Chocolate Chip ice cream and threw it in the cart.
âStill your favorite?â he asked as he saw the surprise in her face. She only nodded, a small smile playing at her lips.
âBut pick up the mango ice dream too. Been craving that lately,â she grinned and Frankie nodded only before he reached for the biggest container.
The car ride to Frankieâs was quiet, both of them hanging on to their thoughts. It was strange how they seemed to fall back into their old dynamic as if no time had passed. It made Claire aware of just how much time she had spent with him when she was younger.
âThis house is for sale,â Frankie said quietly as he stopped in front of the house just down his road.
âCharmingâŠâ Claire made a face and Frankie laughed. With lots of imagination she could see herself living here. But not within the next 4 months. This would be harder than she thought it would be.
âMaybe I should have stayed in New YorkâŠâ she groaned to herself, her head falling back against the seat. She felt a hand on her thigh, her head tilting towards Frankie, unable to see his eyes behind his dark aviators.
âItâs been one day since you got here. We gonna find a house for you,â he squeezed her thigh and she sighed before she looked out of the window again. Frankie felt a weird feeling wash over him, his eyes dropping to the swell of her belly, before he released his hand from her to bring it back to the steering wheel, driving the car the short distance to his farm. A part of him wondered if the choices he made earlier in his life could have prevented some of the stuff he had gone through. Maybe he should have at least tried to go to college. Maybe he would have had a job that wouldnât have required him leaving for months at the time. Maybe he would have had the guts to tell Claire that he wanted to be more than friends before he left for basic training. But he had found out that she had slept with Santiago, shattering all kinds of hope he might have had, that there was something more between them. To this day he wasnât sure if maybe there had been more all these years back. He had always been too scared to tell Claire, scared that this would ruin their friendship. A friendship he had missed in the last years. He had wasted years on sleeping with women he never called after until it was a woman, Liz, calling him to tell him that she was pregnant. And he tried to make it work, he really did. A part of him loved Liz, because she was the mother of his child. But that was nothing compared to how he felt when he looked at Claire.
âIs it okay if I take a nap? Iâm dead on my feet,â Claire asked as he stopped the car. He blinked at her, so lost in his thoughts. She yawned and he found himself smiling at her.
âOf course. As long as you make your guacamole later?â
She laughed, shaking her head with an eye roll.
âWake me in two hours?â
âYou got it,â he got out of the car, opening the door for her, helping her out. He had noticed her struggling to get out of his truck before.
âThank you Frankie,â she kissed his cheek before she turned around to walk towards the door. He looked after her until she disappeared inside the house, shaking his head to himself.
âGet it together, Morales,â he whispered to himself before he unloaded the car and got inside himself.
Claire was in the middle of explaining to Frankie how to open an Avocado without killing himself worked, when the door flew open and the Miller brotherâs barged inside.
âYou got problems with your pipes?â Ben grinned at Claire and she snorted.
âIn your Dreams, Miller,â she seasoned the avocados. Frankie shook his head.
âCome on, I show you my pipes,â Frankie teased, making Ben gag while Claire laughed loudly.
âYou okay Claire?â Will asked, sitting down at the kitchen island in front of her, after he put the steaks in the fridge. Claire sighed.
âDidnât think it would be this hard, but Frankieâs a big help,â she smiled a little, tasting the guacamole she was making. She reached for more salt.
âYeah, heâs awesome. But be gentle with him. The whole custody thing is still pretty fresh,â Will said quietly.
âHe hasnât talked to me about it.â
âHe will, Iâm sure he will. Just⊠I mean you probably know him better than I doâŠâ
âIâm gonna take care of him. Promise,â she whispered with a soft smile and Will seemed relieved as he nodded at her.
âMiss Beck. Your pipe problem has been solved,â Ben announced coming back soaked through his shirt back into the kitchen. Claire tilted his head, nodding approvingly at the muscles she could see through his white shirt before she looked up into his eyes with a teasing grin.
âIâll make sure to preach about your plumbing services, Mr. Miller,â she winked and could swear she saw him blush for a second.
âEnough with the puns, we got a BBQ to prepare. Claire your shower is working,â Frankie emerged from the hallway, pulling a fresh shirt over his head and now it was Claireâs turn to blush before she became very invested in the guacamole in front of her while trying not to think about Frankieâs sunkissed skin on his chest, the little tummy or the dark trail of hair she most certainly didnât want to lick.
She didnât see Willâs knowing look before he got up from the seat to follow his brother outside.
Claire was so focused on the guacamole she only saw Frankieâs hand in the last second, slapping it away as he tried to steal a taste of the guacamole.
âMean,â he pouted.
âGood things come to those who wait,â she grinned before she picked up the bowl to put it into the fridge, bending down to open the freezer for her mango ice cream. Frankie bit his lip as his eyes wandered down her body, averting his eyes before she turned around.
Fuck he wished that good things would be coming to those who waited.
Chapter 3
#my writing#going back home#frankie morales#pedro pascal#frankie morales x ofc#fanfic#fan fic#fanfiction
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Each Word Gets Lost In The Echo PT. 1
Roy Harper x Batbrother!Reader
Word Count: 2.9K Warnings: Explicit Language, Mature Themes
Author's Note: I had way too much fun with this but PT. 2 is going to be angsty and y'all are gonna hate me for it. >:) Enjoy! -Thorne
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So, are you planning on getting us together soon?
He hummed in response, pulling out the pan and spatula. âI dunno. With Gutierrezâs wife giving birth, I want Esmeralda to have some time with her daughter before we pull out again. I know her Samantha wants her home.â
Understood, butâŠwhatâs happening in SyriaâŠitâs not going to get better on its own.
âI know it wonât, Nadeen. But until we get a mission from somebody overseas, we canât exactly go out.â He pulled a few eggs from the refrigerator, cracking them on the rim of the pan, watching the yellow yolks fall in. âBesides, itâs the first week of a three-month leave.â He smirked. âDonât tell me youâre already bored.â
Are you kidding me? Um and Ab have grounded me from flying. Iâm stuck here, (Y/N).
âHow is your family by the way? Wasnât your sister attending the Cairo University?â he asked.
Yeah, and Um is so proud of her.
(Y/N) chuckled, whisking the eggs in the pan. âSomeoneâs jealous.â
Well, I canât exactly tell my parents I work for an illegal black ops squad. Kinda puts dampers in relationships.
âNadeen, weâre not an illegal squad. Weâre government sanctioned.â
The fuck we are. They just donât bother us because they know they canât kill us all.
Grabbing the pepper, he ground some into the pan. âJesus, take a vacation, Nadeen. Go to France or something.â
Fuck France. Iâll go to Saint Petersburg first. Oh shit, speaking of SP, have you spoken to Vitsina yet?
(Y/N) frowned, setting down the pepper grinder. âWhy? Is something wrong?â
What? No. I was just wondering if you had. She really needs to get a hobby. Hey, maybe I can get her and Walker to come hang out with me at home.
âYouâre not going to get Walker out of his flat, Nadeen. You know how he is when he gets on leave.â
And what about Nakamoto?
âYou know theyâre both paranoid. Remember toââ something clanged down the hallway and he stopped, mid-sentence, going silent.
Hello? (Y/N)? Captain, you alright?
He frowned and turned off the stove, opening a drawer at the far end of the counter. Pulling out the Glock, he cocked it and murmured, âAsghar, lemme call you back.â
Ten-four, Captain. Be careful.
The line went dead, and he crept to the edge of the doorway and paused, inhaling sharply before he peeked around the corner, gun ready. Nothing. (Y/N)âs frown only deepened as he moved down the hallway, quiet and breathless. He got to the first room in the hall, his study and he shifted against the wall, listening for movement. When he heard nothing, he moved slightly, gun pointed into the door as he swept the room. Empty.
Exhaling deeply, he started to move when he heard the noise again and he peeked out the door to his bedroom. There. (Y/N) crept along the wall again until he was at the doorway and he leaned against the frame, listening carefully. Something was in there. Something or someone, he didnât know what, but he did know.
(Y/N) waited until the noise got closer then turned the doorway and moved in. Someoneâs hand shot out, grabbing the gun and he grunted, throwing up his elbow into their jaw. The intruder cried and with their free hand, grabbed (Y/N)âs shirt and yanked; they went tumbling to the ground, the gun falling away, but he didnât waste his chance, scrambling atop the stranger as he went for the Strider he had in his back pocket.
He flicked it out and brought it down when the person beneath him grabbed it with one hand, the other ripping off the hood he wore. â(Y/N)! Itâs me!â
âRoy?â
The archer sighed and went slack beneath him. âGod, yes, itâs me!â
(Y/N) relaxed and tossed the knife to the side, hanging his head down. âJesus Fuck Roy, I thought you were an assassin.â
âGet those often?â he shot back and (Y/N) glowered at him.
âYeah, I do actually.â He rolled off Roy and got to his feet, holding out his hand for him to take.
âGod, remind me not to sneak up on you again.â He let himself be tugged up and rubbed his jaw. âI thought you dislocated my jaw for a second.â
(Y/N) shoved a finger in his face. âYouâre lucky you managed to grab the gun because I almost shot your ass.â He bent down and picked up his Glock and knife, putting the latter back in his pocket after heâd flicked it shut. âAre you some kind of idiot? Why the fuck didnât you just knock on the door? What possibly justified sneaking into a mercenaryâs bedroom through the window?â
Roy shrugged. âI thought you werenât home yet.â
He opened his mouth to retort, then shut it and nodded. âAlright, thatâs actually not a terrible excuse.â Sighing, he shoved past Roy and walked down the hall into the kitchen, the archer following him. âBut donât do it again.â
âWhy? Worried you were gonna shoot your boyfriend?â Roy teased, wrapping his arms around (Y/N)âs waist, nuzzling into his neck.
âYeah, I was.â He put the gun back in the drawer and lugged the archer towards the stove where he flicked the burner back on. âNext time just text me and ask if Iâm home.â
Roy hummed, pressing a kiss just above the mercenaryâs collar. âI wanted to surprise you.â
âWell,surprise me you did,â (Y/N) griped. âI seriously thought I was about to have a firefight in my own damn apartment.â He paused, seeming to remember something and said, âI live in a penthouse.â Glancing at Roy, he questioned, âHow the fuck did you get up here?â
âIâve got skills, babe,â Roy grinned, waggling his brows and (Y/N) rolled his eyes before tapping the Bluetooth headset at his ear.
âCall Nadeen.â It pinged for a few moments.
Captain, youâre back. Everything good?
âYeah,â he sighed. âRoy was in the apartment.â
You live in a penthouse? Howâd he get up there?
âHis âskillsâ apparently.â
Nice. He still going around with your brother?
(Y/N) nodded forgetting she wasnât in front of him and reclined into Roy as the eggs started cooking. âYeah. Got a new gig as Red Hood and Arsenal.â
Roy blinked. âWait, does your squad knowâŠabout you knowâŠâ
He waved and (Y/N) completed, âThat my family and friends are vigilantes? Yeah. Why?â
âIsnât that a breach of security?â
He snorted. âYou act like my squad is friends with every government in the world, baby.â He shook his head. âI trust my team with everything. And in return they trust me with theirs.â
Aww, Captain you do care.
âDoes your dad know that they know?â
(Y/N) shrugged. âProbably. But he doesnât tell me how to live my life and I donât tell him how to live his.â He scrambled the eggs. âNadeen, go hang out with Vitsina for a week or two if youâre really that bored.â
Sheâs back in Russia right now, isnât she?
âI think so. Said she had a loose end to tie up with Antonovich.â
Oh shit, sheâs gonna fucking kill that guy. She might need air support then.
âHence why I said go hang out with her.â
Wanna come along? You could bring your boy-toy?
âDid she just call me a boy-toy?â Roy blurted. âExcuse you, I am not a boy-toy. I am a boy-man.â
Well, from the pictures Captainâs showed us, you are in fact a boy-toy, Roy.
He blinked and looked at (Y/N). âWhat pictures did you show them?â
âNothing,â he coughed. âNadeen, shut up.â
The ones with the red lace and matching heels.
âYou didnât.â Roy breathed. âYou showed them the pin-up photos?!â
(Y/N)âs mouth fell open and closed as he vaguely gestured around. âI didnât directly show them. Nakamoto hacked my phone like the nosy asshole he is and found âem.â
âSo that means you still showed them because you apparently didnât stop them from seeing!â
Oh, look at that, Captain, Ab is calling me. Talk later!
She hung up on him and (Y/N) huffed a laugh, pulling the device from his ear. He set it aside and shrugged out of Royâs arms, pulling two plates out of the cabinet beside them. He plated the food, smirking at the flush across Royâs cheeks. âOh, donât tell me youâre embarrassed, baby?â
âYou showed my nudes to your black ops squad. Itâs hot. Ridiculously hot. But also embarrassing.â
âIf it makes you feel any better, they were very impressed with them.â
Roy tried and failed horribly to hide the grin coming over his lips. ââŠThey were?â
(Y/N) set down the plates and got up in Royâs personal space and flirted, âOh absolutely baby. They were so stunned at how pretty you looked all dolled up in that red teddy, your lips painted crimson.â He gripped Royâs hips and pulled them flush together, and while Roy was about five-eleven, (Y/N) had a couple inches on him. He smirked when he felt the definition in Royâs jeans. âWanna know what my favorite picture is?â
Roy swallowed thickly, one hand coming to grab at the island behind him, the other grabbing (Y/N)âs shoulder. âWhichâwhich one?â
He pressed a kiss to the underside of the archerâs jaw, trailing his lips to his ear where he breathed, âThe one where youâre bent down on the bedâŠâ he reached up behind Royâs back and tugged at the hair at the nape of his neck. âYour ass is up in the air and...â
âUh huh, what else?â Roy begged, hips canting forward.
âGod, youâve got that pretty red flush across your cheeks.â (Y/N) whispered. âYou looked incredibly ravishing.â He breathed in Royâs ear. âWe were on that mission in Kazakhstan for two whole months and all I could think about was getting back home and drilling you into the mattress until you couldnât walk.â
â(Y/N)âŠâ the archer groaned shamelessly. âBabe, please.â
He smirked, pressing a kiss to Royâs cheek. âI didnât show them that one though,â he said, pulling away without a second thought, picking up the plates. âI kept that one to myself. Itâs still in my wallet if you wanna go check. I look at it a lot.â
(Y/N) wandered towards the living room and plopped down on the couch, propping his legs up on the coffee table. He snorted when he heard Royâs moan of frustration followed by the man stomping into the living room with the other plate in his hand, the free one adjusting the front of his jeans.
âI hate you.â He scowled, sitting on the other end of the couch. âI hate you so fucking much itâs not funny.â
(Y/N) shrugged and picked up the remote, switching the channels until he found a football game to watch. âYou snuck into my penthouse and almost made me shoot you point blank.â He shot Roy a grin. âI guess weâre both doing things to each other we donât like.â
âI thought you werenât home!â
âMhm. Punishment is still a punishment, baby.â He turned up the volume and dug into his eggs. âJason know youâre in Gotham City?â
Roy swallowed the food in his mouth, answering, âTold him I was in the area.â
âYou know heâs gonna wanna see you.â (Y/N) replied. âIf not to hang out, to make sure youâre not into trouble.â
âAre you saying Iâm trouble, babe?â Roy retorted and he chuckled.
âYouâre my kind of trouble.â
The archer went silent, and his cheeks flushed. ââŠThat was a low blow.â
(Y/N) winked. âUh huh.â His side vibrated and he reached down, pulling his phone out.
âWho is it?â Roy asked.
âAlfred.â He slid his thumb along the bottom and put it to his ear. âHello, youâve reached the answering machine of your favorite grandson. How may I assist you today, grandpa?â
Youâre absolutely hysterical, Master (Y/N). You should go into comedy.
âI would but it doesnât pay that well unlike merc missions.â
HmmâŠhow are you today, Master (Y/N)?
He smiled. âNot too bad Alfie. Couldâve eaten a perfect parfait with fresh fruit and granola, but beggars canât be choosers, huh?â
You did miss an excellent breakfast if I do say so myself. Nevertheless, it is Sunday morning. Shall I expect you later tonight for dinner?
âWouldnât miss it for the world, Alfie.â (Y/N) agreed.
Wonderful. I shall set out an extra plate in case you decide to invite Master Harper. Have a good day. Until tonight, sir.
The line clicked and (Y/N) pulled the phone from his ear, staring at it in confusion. âBabe? Whatâs wrong?â Roy questioned.
He shook his head. âAlfred knew you were here.â
âWhat? He did?â
He looked up at Roy. âYeahâŠsaid he was going to set out an extra plate for you tonight at dinner in case you wanted to come.â
âI get to come to the Wayne Family Sunday Night Dinner? Really?â he seemed awfully excited.
âDude, itâs just dinner.â
âThat you guys do every Sunday night and donât allow anybody to tread on,â Roy retorted with a glare. âThis is special.â
(Y/N) rolled his eyes. âAre you that eager to be introduced to the family?â he dodged the pillow Roy threw at him. âButâŠif you wanna come, youâre free to.â
âReally?â Roy doubted. âYou want me to come over? I thought you wanted to keep this quiet?â
He sighed and pulled his legs from the table, setting the plate on it. âItâs not that I want it to stay a secret. Itâs justâŠI worry about it.â
Roy set his plate down on the coffee table and scooted close. âWhat about?â
âI donât know, Roy. Iâm just worried that the more people that know about us the more danger I put you in.â
âBabeâŠâ Roy started, placing a hand on the other side of (Y/N)âs cheek so he could turn his face to the archerâs. âWe both live dangerous lives. Thereâs always going to be danger surrounding us.â
âI know,â (Y/N) sighed, leaning into Royâs hand. âI still worry though. About youâŠabout us.â He met those evergreen eyes. âIâm just worried that every time I leave, itâs going to be the last time we see each other.â
Roy chuckled. âAfraid Iâm going to get offed?â
âNo,â he murmured, turning his lips into Royâs palm. âThat I will.â
The archer gaped at him. â(Y/N)âŠwhy havenât you told me about this?â
âBecause Iâm a super soldier who was trained to keep my emotions under control by an anal retentive, over glorified kitchen scale of a father.â (Y/N) deadpanned, then heaved an even bigger sigh and rested his forehead against Royâs shoulder. âYouâve got enough on your plate.â
âYeah, Jaybird keeps me pretty busy with missions.â
He chuckled. âGonna have to tell my little brother to let my boyfriend have a break.â
âBreak smeak.â Roy quipped, pressing a kiss to (Y/N)âs temple. âListen to me, youâre a strong man, (Y/N). Youâre probably the best out of your family. Smart and skilled off the charts.â He ran his calloused fingers down his loverâs neck. âIf anyone is going to get out alive on a mission, itâll always be you. Always.â
He sighed, turning his nose into Royâs neck as he whispered. âYou think so?â
Roy smiled, gripping his chin lightly to pull his head up. âI donât think so, babe. I know so.â He leaned forward and pressed his lips to (Y/N)âs. âI love you,â he murmured against the soldierâs lips. âSo much.â
(Y/N) hummed and pressed a hand to Royâs chest, shoving him backwards onto the couch and he crawled atop him. âI love you more,â he replied and pulled his shirt off his body before pressing his hand to Royâs chest, except the archer hissed and he let up. âWhatâs wrong?â he worried, and he shook his head.
âNothing.â
âRoy.â He warned, cocking a brow. âWhere are you hurt?â he asked, pressing the same spot again.
âOw! Stop that!â Roy grunted. âItâs tender.â
âWhatâs tender?â (Y/N) inquired and Roy sighed.
âI got a new tattoo.â
He narrowed his eyes and gazed down at him. âOf?â
âNothing.â The archer muttered, though pink was coming across his cheeks and he sighed.
âCâmon Roy. Talk or Iâll tease it out of you.â He shot him a glare. âAnd you know I will.â
They stared one another down for a minute then Roy sighed and pulled his shirt off and (Y/N) peeled away the bandage. His eyes went wide when he saw the silver spartan helmet atop the black shield, the gold lettering underneath.
âIs thisâŠâ
âYour squad designation?â Roy offered. âYeahâŠthought it seemed right.â
(Y/N) traced the raised flesh, eyes flashing to Royâs when he shivered from the calloused touch. âI canât believe you got my squads symbol tattooed on your chest.â
âYou donât like it?â he sounded hurt.
âI love it,â (Y/N) huffed, gesturing to his own tattoo on his ribs. âWe match nowâŠthough you forgot to put your name inside the shield.â
âWell, Iâm not technically a Spectre, (Y/N).â Roy said.
âMaybe not, but thatâs still where your name goes.â He retorted and smiled. âItâs awesome, baby.â
Royâs thumb brushed his hipbone. âSo does the tattoo get me out of punishment for sneaking in?â
(Y/N) smirked down at him. âIt just might.â He reached down and tugged the front of Royâs pants. âWhy donât you show me how sorry you are for it? I just might decide to forgive you before subjecting you to dinner with my family.â
A multitude of emotions flashed through Royâs eyes. Arousal, desire, need, and then surprise. âOh shit, I forgot about dinner.â
âSeriously?â (Y/N) blinked, unsurprised. âGod youâre such a man.â He crawled out of Royâs lap much to the archerâs dismay and groaning.
âWhere are you going?â
He paused and looked back at him. âIâm not fucking you on my couch, Roy.â He started towards his bedroom. âHurry up or Iâll start without you.â
Roy rolled off the couch and to his feet as fast as he could.
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Deuce Spade facts and fun factsđ„łđ„ł
This is a list of facts and fun facts about Deuce! This list is based on true facts only and any observations I've made, however observations can be subjective, so those will be labeled properly! Let's start off with some facts already in the wiki :)
First Yr, class 1-A, student no.24
Birthday: June 3
Age: at the beginning of the game, Deuce is 16, but currently, he is 17 [his profile in game has not been updated, but as time is proven to flow in game, it is unclear but can be interpreted that the characters do canonly age]
Gemini
173 cm / 5'8" ft
Homeland: Rose kingdom
Family: Mother, Grandmother, it is implied that his father is out of the picture as Deuce states that he is the only man in the family so his father has either left or is dead
Club: Track and Field [alongside Jack]
Best subject: PE
Dominant hand: Right
Fav food: Egg dishes / omurice
Least fav food: Bell peppers
Dislikes: Limited time sales
Hobby: Magical wheel (twst motorcycle I guess but it looks kinda funky)
Talents: Machinery Maintainance [good with fixing gadgets and etc]
Used to be a delinquent before he heard his mother crying on the phone to his grandmother about his behavior. Afterwards he decided to change
Owns a pink leopard printed suit
Cannot do middle school math, he will take a lot of time to solve simple Algebra problems
Gets nervous and stops functioning entirely when talking to women
Onto some fun facts outside of the wiki! These facts have been gathered from various sources (ppl who can read japanese, ppl who have told me abt info in the twst guidebook, twitter, and ofc the main translated story), but I cannot prove 100% authenticity of this, so take it with a gain of salt
Canonly a pretty boy. Deuce is described as the "cool pretty type" in the twst guidebook
Smells like flowers [applies to all students from Rose kingdom]
A romantic, he admired the king and queen of heart's relationship and trey teased him about it
Thought that baby chicks hatch from store bought eggs until the MC and Grim told him the truth
Can cook eggs (he likes them over easy)
Wanted to make a magical wheel club but was rejected so he joined track and field
Bought magical wheel magazines when he was younger and studied it
Wanted to ride his magical wheel in the heartslabyul maze (mentioned he forgets bad things when he rides it so like...it makes him feel better)
Hates limited times sales/shopping but is extremely good at it. He can remember the price of an item, when exactly it sells out, the percentage/probability of when it can sell out, discount prices and pretty much any math that has to do with it [he's extremely good at shopping because his mother brought him out a lot with her to limited time sales]
In addition to the point above, it is implied he can memorize and calculate that for pretty much every item he intends on buying (everything I listed above is in relation to the time he bought 20 limited time puddings which greatly impressed Sebek who wasn't able to grab even 1, but it was later revealed that he also bought 8 bag full of items requested by Trey for baking, as well as the others probably from heartslabyul) so basically Deuce big brain and very good memorization abilities
Hilariously in the instance above, Sebek, who is like...a real fae, has said that what Deuce did was not something a human can do
Flirted with a plant because vil was fucking around with him and told him to
Was ready to fist fight Riddle
Was about to go find Leona to beat him up but Vil was like do u have no fear and Deuce pretty much said that he can get thru to Leona with his muscles
Was about to fight Malleus (jesus christ) but ended up fixing his tamagotchi and came out completely loaded and rich (good for deuce, get that cha ching babey)
Won a Track and Field competition (noted to be rare for a first year)
He is literally a pretty boy, it's been pointed out that he looks good in the ceremonial clothes (but we already know that)
Admires Riddle and sees him as a role model, has called him boss (like...yakuza boss terminology) once
[Observation] Has a pretty good relationship with Jamil as he has asked Jamil to help him practice his Stargazer dance, and mentioned him once again when talking about how Jamil fixed his hat and said that he was a reliable upperclassman
Has said fuck and would not hesitate to say it again đ„ș
Has been called honest and cute, was fawned over by kalim and trey. Kalim said Deuce was similar to his younger brothers
During his delinquent phase, he was blamed for many things he didn't do as well, Deuce said that he realized no one believed in him despite what he says, but because a policeman stood up for him, he wanted to become a cop when he grew up
Used intimidation tactics [the equivalent of "u wanna fucking go let's go I'll beat ur ass" to scare off ppl and silver was like hm I will have to try that sometime, to which deuce was pretty much like ahahah no dont
Deuce refers to Yuu as his "mabu", basically calling Yuu his best friend
He can change a lightbulb, and he talks abt hand washing materials and just domestic house stuff in general as if it's common knowledge. In other words it's implied Deuce is really good at housework due to doing a lot for his mother
When he was a kid, he used to cry because he thought there were monsters outside, but it was just hanging laundry
Is more scared of Riddle than ghosts
It's implied that one time (or several times...) he stayed after school with Crewel, and the poor guy had to attempt to explain the same concept over and over again to Deuce for hours until he understood
Ace always cheats in card games with Deuce, so Deuce claims that it's not very fun playing with him
Bad at astrology bc apparently all stars look the same to him
Likes cafe latte
Does tease ppl, he once messed with Yuu and in the process called Ace "Ace-kun" (Ace called him "Deuce-kun" as well). There has been an instance where he's teased Jack about his Niceness TM
Used to have over 30 gang members following him at age 14-15. (You'd think that him being so young would make him like a lackey but no he was the boss)
Has a thing for summoning cauldrons since he was young, but apparently you need to have a large amount of magic capabilities to summon objects, so [observation] deuce may actually be extremely powerful bc he was able to summon things at a young age, but he hasn't refined his powers yet so he still seems weak compared to a lot of the cast
During his delinquent phase, apparently he had a really wild hairstyle and he used his magic on people weaker than him
[Observation] Deuce is actually pretty good at lying. In his Halloween card he was able to put up a good act and deceive some of his ex gang members into following him into the forest before mildly roughing them up (keep in mind that he has not had contact with these ppl for at least a year, yet somehow he was able to assert enough authority to tell them to follow him. Also, he thought of this plan on the spot, and acted malicious enough so that the gang members would believe in himâwhich proves that he's not only quick witted but a convincing actor, as Jamil actually believed his act for a while)
It's implied that he and Ace are often in leadership positions, as they helped to lead heartslabyul in designing their Halloween booth, but they also mentioned that it was much easier compared to organizing unbirthday parties
[Observation] despite wanting to be an honor student, Deuce is still able to take unjustly means to achieve his goals (EX. Making a deal with Azul to pass his test), in general, deuce doesn't care too much about the method, be it through cheating or violence to get to his goal, but he does value a fair battle
[Observation] a lot of Deuce's strengths are subtle as we are frequently told abt how much of a bad student he is, but if u rly think abt it, deuce is put in leadership positions a lot, he's good a memorization and small technical details, he can be at times quick witted and deceiving, and he has the potential to be extremely powerful in magic. In conclusion Deuce is a menace and once we find out what his unique magic is I'm 100.01% sure he will become a greater menace and I think he should fight a lot of people and win
That will be all for this post! There may be more fun facts/observations that I may have missed, but feel free to add on to this! Anyways thank u for reading and please stan Deuce Spadeâ ïžđ
#please read this i spent hours on it <3#i am sorry for being a walking deuce encyclopedia#twisted wonderland#deuce spade#twisted wonderland deuce#twst deuce
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