#besides that it only appeared in a half of cap XD

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How would Justin React To Luke?

I don't know why I put so much effort into it, help.

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Send us your Edgar headcanons!!!

@ anon, I am so sorry. When you've sent this ask one eternity ago I started to reply and then got interrupted by mom and then forgot ;-; I can't be trusted with this stuff sometimes I swear.

🔎 I like the idea about him infiltrating Yahar'gul for spyoning, however my "official" timeline and headcanons are different! (is "official headcanon" even a thing? xD) I have him go into Byrgenwerth with Yurie/Julie and Fauxsefka and make his way into Nightmare of Mensis under pretense of being a wayward Byrgenwerth scholar! I've had posts covering this thing in more details as it draws upon some cut content and obscure implications from Mico's dialogoe in Japanese original, but in summary, I think that Lecture Hall used to be accessible from the part of Byrgenwerth in "real" world and it only got locked when Micolash had Rom block the Arcane Lake! Why he blocked the way in the end? Well.... because slowly, Edgar started to warm up to Micolash and find a kindred spirit in him, realizing that Choir was never a right place for him and fellow choirlings never "really" understood him. So he ended up confessing having been spying on him and playing part in figuring out how to ruin his Nightmare.

(Here are the posts about what's the deal with the Arcane Lake if you need them: ( x ) ( x ) !)

🔎 I think he avoided wearing Blindfold Cap back in Choir, and now that he "joined" School of Mensis he doesn't wear a cage intentionally as well! Choir's Blindfold symbolises entrusting your way and what you are allowed to see to the 'Stars', whereas Mensis Cage missing only one bar at the eyes level symbolizes being allowed to see the cosmic horrors how they are but also repressing free will and personality to not (literally) die from horror at these visions. Neither really appealed to Edgar as he is an individualists and prefers to preserve both the autonomy of his research and autonomy of how he will "take" his discoveries. It is a risky strategy but he is a strong-willed and strong-minded man, besides he got a lot of Sedatives! This attitude made him similar to Laurence which is something I've realized only late in writing him, but now I am using it as an excuse for what attracted Micolash to him.

🔎 Edgar infiltrated at 'warm' season:

🔎 He originally was a teacher in one of the schools under Healing Church's influence! I assume Healing Church hired the foreigners abundantly that's hinted by how Brador's clothes (stated to be foreign) copy male Black Church clothes and foreign set of Paleblood Hunter copies male White Church clothes. But Edgar started to notice that whenever after the nights of the hunt any of his pupils became orphans, soon nice people in white robes from higher echelons would take them and these orphans would never be seen again :/ He was nosy enough to try and figure what was going on, but thanks to his intelligence and actor skills he managed to convince the Choir to let him work for them rather than getting thrown into a jail for people that learned too much. It was painful to manage being around people experimenting on children... at first. He was able to stomach the idea that after how much cosmic horrors were unleashed the world was as good as ending and orphaned children objectively had much higher chance to call upon Great Ones of higher rank than Choir's half-human ally Ebrietas and receive their wisdom and blessing.

🔎 He is really physically fit, actually! The guy can throw a very good punch. Not just because he uses Ludwig's Holy Blade, but there are also stats indicating he is stronger than frikin ALFRED and I can't forget this detail for even one day:

🔎 For as long as Edgar remembered he was unintentionally rude, very rarely emoting and when he did it was very strong and explosive, appearing as though he was not interested in feelings and lives of others, not running his mouth in vain (save for his special interests) and of course he would not do things that made no sense for him. His first attempt at dating ended up pretty toxic as his girlfriend not only could not quite accept him and expected him to magically "warm up" in relationship, but also kept emotionally manipulating him into abiding by her demands. Like I said, he would not do shit for others, no matter how simple, if it made no logical sense in his eyes, so seeing how she never could have her way with him without going through proving her point to him rationally, she resorted to the worst kind of behavior - guilt-tripping and threatening. He was only a teenager back then and that unfortunate relationship made him falsely conclude that maybe women were just like that, so he searched a guy to date later. The very first guy that shown interest in him, who was also..... well, older let's call it that. But that guy walked his own dark path, did crimes and tried to pull Edgar into all that using Edgar's extraordinary intelligence and sense of alienation from society, and eventually absconded.

🔎 He also had a best friend that his parents tended to treat more like their son than Edgar himself. A friend who also claimed credit over blueprints of Edgar's inventions that he left behind when he departed to seek Yharnam unable to help his curiousity over what THE heck that town was doing (the world travelled). Some people were sad that Edgar left, like teachers, library workers, various people he's been helping with voluntary work. He also once protected a couple from getting robbed - like I said, the guy is STRONG. But yeah, he was a good man, and for many people, he just had a bad luck of choosing the wrong kind as close ones.

🔎 Pearl Slug item suggests that the Augurs might be all different colors! At Choir, Edgar enjoyed sorting the unhatched eggs of the slugs by the color when he had a free minute x) Another funny habit is to pretentiously fumble with an abacus when he is sharing some numbers. He would also get very antsy if someone took HIS Choir Bell, even if they were all the same and not branded and interchangeable. He actually always gets extremely protective over 'his' things in terms where they are all interchangeable and there is no ownership per say.. Once he uses something, it is now HIS and he feels nearly spiritual attachement to it. When he abandoned his Choir tools to display to Micolash that he DID stick by his side from now own, he was especially reluctant to give away his Call Beyond simply because Micolash would keep it instead of just letting it flee. To this day Edgar is slightly uneasy with it, as if Micolash owns a part of his 'soul' by it.. and at the same time, he finds strangely erotic enjoyment in the fact.

🔎 It is really hard to make him laugh, but he does have sense of humor! He just 'laughs internally' most of the time.

🔎 Remember how I said he was brave and disobedient to authority to a fault, and it was his intelligence that had Choir decide he was worth this stress and too precious to just get rid of? This guaranteed he heard all about Laurence from his new friends. People that knew Laurence well joked that they could've been "twins" and would get along. It was not the first in his life when he felt like he knew people he never met better than people in his own life.

🔎 He can get overly affectionate at someone saying a lot of smart things (that they genuinely comprehend, of course) or passionately sharing something they know a lot about. If he is close with someone and they are doing this, he will reach the point of shiny eyes and willing to suffocate them in a hug :') When Micolash is being very nerdy, Edgar might start smooching him uncontrollably. Like... yeah, normal flirting will make Edgar a bit shy at most, you charm him by opening your soul to him by infodumping!

🔎 Edgar strongly prefers to 'stay in shape'. That's why he'd go fight some beasts willingly even when they were not a direct treat to him and it was predominantly "dirty job" for Black Church hunters escort, that's why he carries people in his arms when there is a reason (so yes, do not confuse it with him being overly gentlemen-ish x) ). In the Nightmare, he might as much as pick a friendly fight with the residents, like fencing with one of the Shadows for example xD He sometimes also likes testing himself by being around Winter Lanterns.. That usually doesn't end well and Micolash has to save him. Yes, MICOLASH has to save someone from going insane. I swear all kind of wild shit happens with these two fjhfdhfsd

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Thank you for an ask!! Again, sorry I forgot about it.. You've sent it when I had a bad day and seeing it in my inbox did cheer me up, though! I always like to talk about Edgar, he is genuinely one of my favs! (With headcanons posts though I tend to default to 'story and loredigging' aspects so narrowing headcanons asks to concrete topics like relationships, habits, etc is always acceptable and even welcomed! Helps me to focus and cover more things rather than my default settings)

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Even though we've been discussing the Killer Patrol AU in DM's, I thought it'd be fitting to send this one in ask. To give you a break (you can answer this if/when you want to ^^) and to further curse your followers who may see it XD

I have been focusing a lot on our OC's in this AU, so I gotta dedicate this ask to the boys themselves- and other canon WFRR characters.

Since I shared Shiny's appearance, I want to share how I see the boys looking in this AU too.

Wheezy is the easiest. You already described him best XD very, very dark blue fur, very deep bags under his eyes, dirty and torn and stained dress shirt with his vest and cap, etc. Grimy nails, rough smoker hands, somehow even redder sclera. Just... WFRR!Wheezy looks like a hypochondriac compared to Slasher!Wheezy 😅

Smartass is second since I did describe him a tad. The acid scarring is most prominent on his upper half (face, the top of his head, throat, chest, etc). As a weasel, the fur has completely burned off if these areas- you can only see a hint of what he looked like before with the fur on his legs. As a human, he'd have hair falling out and it'd almost look like a receding hairline, but it's not even? If that makes sense?? I'm imagining him wearing a darker pink, maybe magenta, and no diamond in his tie. But you can tell his tastes are still expensive, and he takes extra care in getting the blood out of his clothes (because he can't in his physical looks anymore). I'm thinking maybe his nose got melted off?? Possibly his lips and eye lids too (I'm not sure what acid scars would look like- and I'm a bit scared to Google it. Especially with acid intense enough to melt bodies 😅). He still has his hat as well as his other accessories to hide his face as best as he can when out and about.

I already mentioned before that Stupid is a bit deformed. Crooked, uneven teeth with his giant bucktooth, huge forehead that looks a little indented in some spots. Sunken-in eyes. It just looks horrific to imagine what could have happened to him. He wears a striped, long sleeved shirt with a pair of overalls now, and there's some patches and stitches in his clothes from getting them torn and sewn back up again. If you look at his palms and forearms, you can see some acid scarring- though not as intense as Smartass' (Stu had grabbed him as soon as he saw he was in pain). He does still have his propeller hat, though he's especially sensitive about it being removed. He doesn't like leaving his head exposed. Though you can just wrap a blanket around his head, and he'll feel much better.

Greasy... Honestly, he's pretty difficult since I don't imagine him looking too too different. Like you said, he's the most normal looking of them all. I'm thinking maybe he doesn't use as much hair grease in this AU?? Like... Idk. Maybe he's not so focused on his hair as he is in WFRR?? He's got too much crap to do?? XD (besides, if he has fluffy curly hair like I HC him having, then this would just help make him look more manic without compromising too much of him XD). I think maybe Greasy has also gotten a different suit. Still very green and fashionable, but not something so expensive like a zoot suit. So if it gets ruined, it's not a TOTAL loss. He's got plenty of cloth layers, though if he moves the right way and you look closely, you can see see hints of scars from knife fights along his collar (one in particular always aims for his heart and throat when fighting him). (I'm also thinking maybe he has a glass eye? I want Greasy to lose something important and how he attempts to 'fix it' or something).

Psycho... Oh Psycho... Well, for starters, he looks like he has mange. Patches of fur are ripped/scratched off of his body, and it's hard to tell how he got that way (d8d he do that to himself or does he just have really nasty fights??). His eyes are, somehow, even more intense than his WFRR self, and he has deeper bags under his eyes than Wheezy (why? Well, at least Wheezy will take a fricken nap if he has ten minutes to himself. Psycho will literally stay awake. The only one who has a chance at getting him to sleep is his S/O. And even then, that's not a guarantee. His S/O can just wake up in the middle of the night and see him staring at them.) His straightjacket is filthy; blood and mud caked on it, torn all over, the belts are frayed from him constantly fighting his restraints, etc. His fur (or skin if he's humanized) is pretty course and pale, and you can even see his veins underneath the skin. And he doesn't even try to hide his scars. Sometimes, if he's in a mood, he'll even show off his scars to his victims. As if telling them that he can't die. His teeth are pretty sharp, but yellow abd dirty too. You can sometimes even see bits of flesh between his teeth that he forgot to clean out. Just- Psycho has lost any cuteness he may have had in WFRR here 😅

(Bonus for Poppy since I feel obligated after giving you Shiny's description. She also looks mainly the same. A bit frazzled, but she's still her same self. Though her reading glasses gave some cracks and scratches now. Even if she's stuck with the weasels, she tries to clean herself up as much as she can (it's all the routine she has anymore), but she's still a bit messy. If she was a slasher, her hair would look more tangled and longer than curly and short now, despite how serene she looks. And she's lost plenty of sleep by now too. If you want, how do you think Lottie would look in this AU? If she's any different?)

Story wise, as well as the other WFRR characters, it like a horror version of the movie. Jessica and Roger got separated when he disappeared right alongside Marvin Acme. He had been an accidental witness to the murder of Doom's biggest obstacles, and the weasels were ordered to take care of him too (he lives! I promise!). Jessica is considered a suspect, though that doesn't stop her from contacting the retired murder detective Eddie Valient to help her. He's the only trustworthy man of the law in this town, despite his drunkenness and hatred for Toontown and its inhabitants. And now it's up to the two to find Roger and take down the corrupt judge and his accomplices once and for all (I'm not sure if I'd want this movie to end with the weasels' dying, or finally facing trial for all the things they've done under an honest judge (if the former... It would be delicious angst if Poppy had to take the stand and testify against them. Against Psycho. What do you think?(

Imagine Roger in the murder house!!! Psycho taking every chance he can get to terrify the rabbit. Greasy going through his wallet and making very unsettling comments about Jessica. Roger having to survive Stpid trying to hug him, etc. This poor final boy 😭

And finally, a few tidbits I've thought of for the slashers.

Psycho, kind of like how Otis corrupted the Firefly family, was the one who introduced cannibalism in the house. Before him, they would just commit murders, get rid of evidence, and be done with it. But they walked in on Psycho chewing on his victims' remains, one thing led to another, and they let him get his own feeezer in the basement.

We have discussed Wheezy not giving a damn which fridge he pulls meat out of, but we haven't talked about the other weasels. Psycho personally introduced Stupid to meat (the little dumb hot water bottle was crying after his brother yelled at him, and Psycho felt pity... And offered his condolences through his food). I don't think Stupid might tell the difference anymore??? He just- he loves his family, so he didn't judge when they started cooking people. He just went along with it. Smartass makes disgusted noises, but doesn't say a word. Ain't no way in hell is he getting on Psycho's bad side. Greasy also does not approve, but he is VERY vocal about it. And he doesn't care that it's 'immoral'. He just doesn't like Psycho.

I like to think Psycho has a tiny soft spot for Stupid in this AU. He doesn't see him as a friend, and he will still hurt Stu under the right circumstances. But he is noticeably softer with him. Almost like he can tell that Stupid's mistakes aren't his fault.

I'm thinking of swapping out Wheezy's Tommy with a regular revolver. I know! It's such a core part of Wheezy! That's why I haven't made it canon yet 😅 maybe he just has a vast array of guns in general, for different jobs??

That's all I got for now (I thought I had more tidbits but my mind went blank after Wheezy 😅). I hope you like this ask!! If there's more you want to add, or share your input, you know I'd be more than happy to listen ^^ (honestly I consider this a shared AU. Since you and I both love it so much and we've both inserted our OC's in it XD not to mention the fact that you have way more experience with slashers than I do.)

Slasher weasels slasher weasels slasher weasels slasher weasels slasher weasels--

I am still obsessed with this AU XD ALL THIS IS PERFECT! XD Their appearances?? The horror movie version!!?? Ahh I love this so so so much XD This whole AU itches such a niche n e e d of mine XD

Okay so Adult!Lottie's appearance! In the original timeline Lottie looks very healthy- soft blonde hair tied up in a high ponytail always, dresses in clothing easy to move in (thick camo pants and combat boots, clean tank tops, etc. She wants to be comfortable), and you can just tell due to her relaxed and yet controlled posture that this woman can beat anyone's ass. On the other hand Slasher!Lottie is kind of sickly. Her hair is generally out, and its on the greasy side, and she dies it a pitchy black, she's bony and weak, her clothes are generally on the older and more ragged side, etc. She's could absolutely be detained or held still if someone tried.

Now- Adult!Slasher!Lottie in the AU within an AU in which she, Poppy, Shiny and possibly Ryan escape- she lets stops dying her hair and lets the natural blonde come through. She still doesn't really take care of it, she's not used to that, so its still pretty oily and stressed (Imagine someone saying it looks greasy and Lottie kind of freezes. Eyes wide like a scared deer.). She just starts to look a lot better ^^

(**this, by the way, gave me thoughts of Lottie, after the escape, starting to date this really sweet guy her own age who treats her so so nice, who does kind things for her without expecting a thing in responce. He's just truly a cute, awkward gentleman who really likes her. Like, he kisses her on the cheek goodbye after a date and she then sits on the couch all pink-faced and happy for hours after, he gives her daisies and she keeps them until they're all shrivelled and brown and then she puts them in a book, he recognises that she's a little broken but he just wants to hang with her (he just genuinely likes her!! He thinks she's sweet, and pretty, and funny) so he'll wait as long as she needs to ever get physical- if she ever even does. He'll put up with Shiny giving him a hard time, he'll answer any probing question Ryan and possibly Kingston might have, he's happy to hang with Poppy and her, etc.

... then, of course, Slasher!Greasy finds them.) (... and THIS gave me a freddy x reader idea i now have a burning need to write- )

When she was a kid she constantly had smudges on her face, arms and knees from dirt and soot. In general Lottie just really represents the neglect.

ALSO!! I HAVE SOME TID BITS ALSO!! HERE! I HOPE YOU LIKE THEM!

Wheezy has a cops uniform in his closet, including aviators. It comes in handy when one of them (Mostly himself. as if he's gonna willingly help the others 🤣) is in deep water, or he's gotta lure a victim back. He got it, of course, from a cop he killed one time. He didn't kill the cop for the uniform- he just did it, an then though '... huh. could be useful'. (iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii am so not normal about the idea of slasher!wheezy in cop get-up man. I'm really not)

Smartass is not so much the leader, in this group. They don't really have a leader, seeing as they aren't really a team (I think they're a group, and they have to work together sometimes, but they arent official. They are still their own killers+duo in Smartass and Stupids case who happen to live together and do some sketchy shit for the same dodgy judge) and he doesn't really wanna be one. He's still bossy though, he just doesn't look out for them here.

To add onto your comment about Greasy making uncomfortable comments about Jessica to Roger- first of all, I got s u c h Foxy vibes from that XD Like that bit when he's talking to that hunter guys about his 'sister-wive's tits'? And second of all, EUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH, GREASY TAKES OUT VICTIMS WALLETS AND FINDING THE PICTURES OF THEIR PRETTY WIVES, GIRLFRIENDS, SISTERS, MOTHERS, BEST FRIENDS, COUSINS, ETC AND KEEPING THEM. THEY ARE NOW HIS MASTURBATION FODDER. IMAGINE HIM TUCKING THE PICTURES BACK INTO THE NOW-COPRSES POCKETS WITH UHHH, A PARTICULAR CONCERNING LIQUID, ON THEM LIKE 'eh, he can have this back now. i had my fun~ '

Imagine Stupid seeing Texas Chainsaw Massacre, and feeling a connection with Bubba <3 Smartass turns the TV off.

Psycho... I have nothing for him, I'm sorry 😅

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Inhibitions

I was thinking about FSA tolerance headcanons again sooo XD I love Blue being a lightweight and Red being ridiculously good at holding his liquor.. putting Green in the middle and Vio closer to Red, or at least having Vio be good at hiding how drunk he is. but that got me thinking about Vio and Green drinking alone together, not having to worry about keeping up facades or staying alert for threats... anddddd now have a fluffy Vio/Green ficlet! (obv warning for legal drinking/drunkenness but it’s totally sfw!)

“Rough day?”

Green looked up from his lap, blinking the fog from his eyes to find Vio standing in the entryway. Vio gave him a look, equal measures knowing and tired, and Green only chuckled as he turned back to the sword in his lap. He’d zoned out sharpening it some time ago it seemed, the house now quiet, crickets chirping beyond the windowpanes. He sighed, sliding the blade into its sheath as Vio approached.

“Not any rougher than the rest,” Green relented, and Vio scoffed, tone full of humor.

“No use worrying about it now. It’s late, you should relax for once,” Vio hummed, and when Green looked up again he noticed the bottle in Vio’s hand. The taller man lifted it, a glimmer in his eye. “What do you say?”

Green smiled, and Vio settled onto the couch beside him with poised ease. The bottle was dark glass, expensive liquor from the tavern in town. Green couldn’t remember the last time he went--nor the last time either of them drank. Vio wasn’t usually the type, preferring to keep his wits about him and tease Blue as he quickly became drunk. Green didn’t drink with the others either, not really, even when Red pleaded and Blue tried to bait him with drinking contests. He was always on edge when they were out, too tense not to keep an eye out for any evil lurking in the shadows.

Vio handed him the bottle, the cap mysteriously missing. At least when they were home, Green didn’t have to keep on the defensive. He took a swig, wincing at the burning taste of it until it radiated warmth in his chest. Vio laughed softly as Green handed the bottle back, taking a drink of his own, face a perfect mask of calm at the taste.

“Not bad,” Vio murmured as he pulled back. He handed the bottle over again and smiled, settling in. “So, tell me about your day.”

Green lost track of time as the night wore on, the warmth in his body smoothing away any lingering worries from the day. The next thing he knew, he was crackling up over something Vio had said--something so deadpan and innocuous that when he sat back up, the world tilted dangerously, and Green realized how plastered he must be.

Vio didn’t seem to notice, or at least he didn’t comment, taking his turn drinking from the bottle. There was a light dusting of pink on his cheeks, his eyes just a bit more lidded than usual, but otherwise he appeared much the same as before. When the bottle returned to his hand he tilted it back and forth, trying to judge just how full it was. At least half, though the glass was heavy and dark, so maybe more? He took another drink and some spilled down his chin, making him yelp as Vio chuckled beside him. He wiped his mouth, cheeks heating as he grinned.

“I’m drunk.”

“So it seems,” Vio took the bottle again, inspecting it much the same. The sharp, analytical edge was still there, but... “Guess I can handle my liquor better than you, too.”

There was a haziness in Vio’s eyes, and Green smirked as he began to drink again. “Makes sense. You’ve got the most practice, after all.”

Vio nearly choked, and when he pulled back a startled laugh fell from his lips. “And what is that supposed to mean?”

“Do you really expect me to believe you and Shadow were drinking ‘evil rootbeer’, Vio? We’re not kids anymore,” Green stifled his laughter behind a hand as Vio rolled his eyes. “That lie wasn’t good back then, even for you.”

“Alright, fine, you caught me,” Vio huffed, but he was grinning as he shoved the bottle back at Green. “Shadow and I may have drunk some things we should not have. What can I say, I was trying to play the part.”

“Yeah, but you liked it,” Green grinned, giggling when Vio’s cheeks flushed darker. “Did you let yourself go back then? You must’ve if you and Shadow became so close--”

“Oh-- Give me that,” Vio huffed, pulling the bottle away again. He took a long drink, and when he pulled back his face was definitely red. “‘m not drunk enough for this conversation.”

“Are you now?” Green waggled his eyebrows.

Vio took another swig and Green doubled over with laughter.

“Alright, okay,” Vio mumbled, shoving the bottle back into Green’s hands as he rubbed at his face. “You need to drink more of that-- Goddesses help me if I say something embarrassing and you remember it.”

Green could barely stop laughing long enough to drink again, the liquor tasting more like apple juice than fire the drunker he got. He was warm and heavy and pleasantly relaxed now, but with Vio so flustered he couldn’t resist his curiosity now.

“So, you’re an honest drunk then?” Green smirked, and Vio eyed him with amusement. “Gonna tell me some secrets then?”

“Shut up,” Vio groaned, hiding a smile behind his hand. “Goddesses, I had no idea you were a flirty drunk. I never would’ve agreed to this--”

“What? Vi, I’m offended!” Green swooned back on the couch, grinning wide. “Me? A flirt? You’re a married man, I could never!”

Like music to Green’s ears, Vio began to laugh. It wasn’t the subdued, shy laughter or sarcastic chuckling either--but real, snorting laughter, absolutely honest and unflattering as Vio tried to stifle the sound. His eyes glistened with tears as he shook his head, absolutely beaming as Green stared, transfixed by the sight.

“I-- I’m not married, I’m not even dating--” Vio managed as he caught his breath. The flush on his cheeks and the unfiltered joy that sparkled in his eyes was too much for Green’s poor heart, and he hastily took another drink to calm its racing. “Shadow and I messed around, but that was years ago, Goddesses Green, it was all hormones and alcohol and lowered inhibitions...”

Vio sighed, shaking his head. When he looked back up, there was a fond, lopsided smile on his face, and Green felt his breath catch in his throat.

“Lowered inhibitions?” Green murmured.

When had Vio gotten that close? Their legs were pressed together now, sometime between Vio’s laughing fit and Green’s inevitable plunge off the deep end. Vio laughed, plucking the bottle from Green’s hands and taking another swig. He frowned as he pulled back, swirling the glass--it was empty.

“Yeah, y’know, like,” Vio waved his free hand around aimlessly, struggling with words for the first time Green could remember. The small pout on Vio’s lips when he failed to concentrate, his face scrunching up in drunken annoyance--so cute. “Oh, whatever, you know what I mean.”

“Nope,” Green shifted forward. He could smell the booze on Vio, mixing with his strong scent of lavender. His head spun, it was intoxicating. “Dunno that word. Give me an example?”

Vio huffed, eyes roaming just a bit too slow over Green. “Alcohol makes you feel funny things, doesn’t it? Like attraction.”

Green swallowed, bobbed his head. He wasn’t sure what he was agreeing with, but Vio laughed, so it must’ve been right. He couldn’t take his eyes off Vio’s perfect, thin lips, watching them move without paying attention to the words that came out.

A hand slipped into his hair, a bit clumsy, and Green finally looked back up. Oh, Vio was close now, their faces just inches away. Green’s breath shuddered out as Vio’s hand cupped the back of his neck, tangling in his hair.

“I still don’t understand,” Green murmured, tongue feeling heavy in his mouth. “Show me?”

Vio sighed, smiling as he pressed their foreheads together. “You better not regret this in the morn--”

Green slipped forward, and their lips finally connected.

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Green woke the next morning to a pounding headache, a sore back, and with his head resting on Vio’s chest. He shifted, grunting in discomfort until an arm held him back against Vio’s side. The couch was barely big enough, their legs tangled and half falling off the side, but... Green sighed, settling down once more. It was barely dawn yet, and he wasn’t ready to forget the night just yet.

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Regarding the ficlet ideas :)

You don't have to do all or even any of these, these are just the things that popped into my head when I was scrolling through! Also if you want to write them romantically you do it, we love and support youuu!!!

Fluff: 7 (Mary and Robin, probably platonic) & 10 (Mary and Kitty, also probably platonic)

General: 18 (Julian and literally anyone, it'll be hilarious)

And General 45. With Alison and Cap (and maybe all the other ghosts) becuase I feel you'd write it really sweetly and honestly it's a scene I'd really like to see

Alison & Captain General #45: “Are you afraid to die?”

So there’s still one more prompt from this person (the Julian one) but I’m combining it with other ideas so expect that soon!! The others have also been done here:

Fluff #7

Fluff #10

But yeah,, this got no interaction at all on AO3 but that’s okay cause I actually really enjoyed writing this one there are some good lines I think. Let me know what you think either here on on AO3 I don’t mind. (Also there is a Doctor Who reference in here but I can’t remember which episode it’s from so if yall find it let me know XD)

TW:// in depth discussions of death.

The dark ceiling of Alison’s bedroom swirled in front of her as she listened to the soft rumbling of her husband’s snores beside her. The glowing red lights of her alarm clock served as a warning to her impending sleepless night: 2:15am.

Worries of life and family and the hotel and the unusual presence of 20 odd dead people inhabiting her home raced through her head as she begged for some kind of distraction from her thoughts. She tried not to set too many rules for the ghosts: whenever she did, they would work even harder to break every written order she laid down - and also every unwritten rule that common sense laid down. But one rule Alison was strict on was their nighttime curfew: do what you want around the house (as long as it doesn’t make too much noise, mess or irritance) but do not, under any circumstance, enter the master bedroom.

She’d originally given them the usual “only in emergencies” protocol but, after Robin had scared Alison out of bed at 4am having deemed a fat ginger cat on the front lawn an emergency, this had quickly been scrapped. But watching the dust flow through beams of moonlight while contemplating every life decision she’d ever made, the prospect of some inconceivable disaster interrupting the ghosts’ eternal deaths was seeming ever more pleasurable.

Alison sighed and sat up to look over Mike deep in sleep, jealous of his peaceful snoring. She swung off the bed being careful not to jostle the sheets but flinched at the freezing floorboards touching her bare feet. She tiptoed slowly through the empty corridors occasionally stopping to listen at the doors of the ghosts’ bedrooms: quiet snoring from Pat’s, mumbled sleep talking from Kitty’s, total silence on behalf of the others.

Every common room lay vacant, excluding Robin curled up in front of the dying fire, so Alison continued on to the kitchen - taking Nigel’s advice to fetch some milk when she’s stressed.

Upon entering the kitchen, she was taken aback to find it was not as empty as the rest of the house would suggest. Leaning back against the far tiled wall with his eyes shut and head resting back on the cold surface, the Captain looked as if he could be asleep standing upright. His eyes snapped open and settled straight on Alison frozen in the doorway. He blinked slowly before darting towards the corner of the room in his usual long-legged, gangly run.

“Captain?” Alison called as he turned away from her. “No, no! It’s alright!”

The Captain stopped. Still. Silent. In a moment of alarming quietness.

“Sorry for disturbing you, Captain. I’ll only be a moment!” Alison said quietly, making her way over to the fridge. “God, I hope Robin isn’t in here.” She pulled open the door with great gusto, fleetingly thrilled by the presence of broccoli, strawberry yoghurt, and half a pasta bake rather than the shouting menace of a caveman.

She shut the door with the milk carton in hand and turned to find the Captain still facing the wall, breathing heavily in what appeared to be a WW2 remake of the Blair Witch Project.

“You can just go back to… whatever you were doing, now,” Alison took a swig from the carton. “Plotting your latest hair-brained scheme to get rid of me?”

“Now, now, Alison,” the Captain said, turning back around to face her and swaying ever so slightly on his heels, stick gripped tight behind him. “I’m less inclined to dispose of you nowadays.”

“Yeah?” Alison raised her eyebrows with a knowing glance and took another sip. “Well, I appreciate that, Cap.”

“Hmm,” the Captain agreed.

“Why are you awake then? Are you awake or do ghosts sleep upright against a wall? Is this some mechanic I don’t know about? Do ghosts have to sleep?” Alison asked rapid fire.

“Of course we sleep! What did you think we do during the night?” The Captain pointed to Alison’s milk and frowned. “You shouldn’t drink it like that. That’s how disease spreads.

“It’s only me that uses it, just don’t tell Fanny, yeah?”

“Mum’s the word,” he murmured.

Alison smiled. “So why are you up, then? Shouldn’t you be getting that beauty sleep?”

“Sometimes it’s a little difficult to drift off, I’m sure you understand that being awake at this hour too.”

“Oh yeah,” Alison said quietly. She lifted her carton up in a small gesture of cheers and made a move to leave. “Well, got my milk. I guess… I’ll just head back to bed then. Good night, Captain.” She had barely made it out of the door before the Captain spoke up once more.

“You could stay for a while,” the Captain said. “If you wanted to. I mean, if you didn’t want to just lay in bed gazing at the ceiling.”

“I’d like that,” Alison pulled out the chair closest, scraping the legs across the tiled floor and interrupting the silence of the house. She left the chair open for the Captain and moved to sit opposite him, settling into the quiet comfort.

“Isn’t it weird to think the dead sleep?” Alison commented. “Doesn’t seem right, does it? Cause sleeping is a bit like being dead only without the commitment so it’s like you’re kind of double dead.”

“Death is nothing like sleeping, Alison. Don’t talk to me about death if you don’t understand it.” The Captain sniffed at her and leant back in his chair maintaining his usual stoic exterior.

“Sorry,” Alison said. “I didn’t mean-,”

“It’s fine,” the Captain said quickly. The pair fell back into silence, they had never exactly been the closest of friends and Alison certainly wouldn’t describe him as her best (undead) friend but they were friend-ly, for sure. Certainly more now that he’d ceased trying to drive her from the house at every opportunity that presented itself. Then again, death does strange things to people, Alison thought, her friends had proved that much. They showed little regard for the lives of the living, thinking very much of themselves and the Captain was surely the embodiment of that.

“It’s not awful, as such,” the Captain interrupted the quiet. Alison looked up from the table to find him watching her intently. “Death. It’s not as terrible as you might think. I know that’s what you were going to ask.”

“Oh,” Alison said. “I wasn’t- I wasn’t actually going to say anything.”

“I know. But you were thinking it.” The Captain said. “You’re in a rather unique position, Alison, I must say. Not many people can say they have a good understanding of death before it happens, but you know more than most.”

“I still don’t really get it, though,” Alison admitted drawing lines across the table with her fingers.

“If I’m telling the truth, neither do I,” the Captain confessed. “I don’t remember it too well. It was like- like falling asleep and then immediately waking up again. You know that plummeting feeling  that happens right as you’re about to drop into sleep, like everything is calm and then suddenly you’re losing grip of reality, and then you’re wide awake again.”

“A hypnic jerk,” Alison quipped.

“Sorry?” He asked.

“That’s what it’s called, that falling thing. A hypnic jerk.” Alison said. “We did it in science class, I think. Your body thinks it’s dying so it does the jerk to make sure that you’re still alive. Makes sense that’s what dying feels like, I guess.”

“Are you afraid to die, Alison?” The question took Alison by surprise, it was unlike the Captain to be open about his emotions and even more unlikely for him to ask about others’ feelings.

“If I have to stay with this rowdy lot for eternity, then yes definitely,” Alison joked with a small laugh.

The Captain smiled and hummed in agreement: “Oh I’m sure I’d have agreed if given the choice before death. Not exactly the most peaceful post-death existence.”

“I’m a little bit scared,” Alison admitted.

“You shouldn’t be too worried, it’s not all that bad,” the Captain said with a shrug.

“Yeah, because you seem to be having a blast with your afterlife, Cap. Happy as Larry,” Alison said sarcastically, she threw the now-empty carton into the bin beside her and settled back towards the table, leaning forward closer to the Captain - their faces barely inches apart.

The Captain paused, his eyes boring into Alison’s sleepy face before he leant forward to match her and whisper in secret confidence.

“It is rather bad,” he reneged. “You should fear it, well done for being scared.” Alison chuckled. “Well thanks, Cap! I feel so much better now!”

“Now, you know that’s not what I mean,” the Captain said slowly, unsure of where he was going next. “As long as you die here, you have no reason to be afraid. We’ll care for you in death as you have for us in life. Be sure, Alison, we’ll teach you all we know.”

“You know, Julian has told me the ‘teachings’ you gave him when he died,” Alison chuckled.

“Somebody needed to give that scoundrel a good telling off; heaven knows no one in life ever did. Julian died much as he lived: with an air of superiority.” The Captain coughed and smirked across at Alison. “He waltzed in here as if he owned the place, demanding authority and respect and, as far as I’m concerned, those are qualities that are earned.”

“Like you?” Alison said pointedly.

“I’m sorry?”

“Did you earn the authority you have over the others?”

“That is beyond the point.” The Captain stated. “You’re rather lucky, Alison! You’ve met a somewhat tempered version of Julian, he’s actually rather bearable these days, likeable sometimes, you wouldn’t believe him in the early days.”

“Oh I can only imagine! And I’m better then, I assume? Seeing as I’m deemed worthy of your afterlife teachings?” Alison laughed.

“Indeed,” the Captain said.

“Were you afraid?” Alison asked. “Of death, I mean? Obviously like, before it happened.”

“No,” the Captain shrugged, finally heeling away from Alison and breaking their close eye contact. “A soldier is never afraid. When you enlist to serve for your country, you relinquish any right to fear your death. Service kills many who enter, you cannot fear the inevitable.”

“But you didn’t die in service?”

“I was a soldier. No matter if my demise happened during the war or 60 years later, I lived a soldier and I died a soldier.” The Captain said certainly. Whenever he spoke of his time in the military he straightened right up and masked any kind of emotion he had allowed to trickle through.

“Now that you’re not a soldier then, are you afraid of… you know, moving on?”

“Of being sucked off?” The Captain clarified.

“I refuse to say that,” Alison shook her head. “And frankly it’s cruel that Julian has kept this joke up. But are you scared?”

“I am still a soldier, Alison. I’ll always be a soldier.”

“Time has moved on, no more fighting and no more soldiers but you know that, Captain.”

“Doesn’t change anything. Time.” The Captain said, matter of fact. The darkness of the kitchen mostly shrouded his face but Alison could easily make out the outline of his sharp features and piercing eyes.

“Time changes everything.” She stated. “You should know that better than most.”

“I’m a soldier.” He repeated, mumbling it under his breath like a reassuring mantra. “For King and country.”

“Queen.” Alison corrected.

Allowing himself, for just a moment, to relinquish his solid, iron-clad grip on the past, the Captain softly whispered: “For Queen and country.”

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Fix (TJ Hammond) (Pt. 1)

Characters: Sub!Bi!TJ Hammond x You

Summary: You've went home and was welcomed by a very high TJ who was clean for a year since you've been together. Your boy even did something wrong, resulting to you in reacting very hostile and leading to a hot night considering that he needed to learn his lessons for disobeying you.

Warning: This part has no smut, so you're good to go. Except there's a hint of a Sub/Dom relationship, and there's drugs involve. Plus, some soft, crying Tj for everyone. Oh, and cusses. :)

Words: 4,000+ It’s quite long. (But I think the smut is longer? Hehehehe)

A/N: This is suitable for everybody. The next part won't be. *wink wonk* I've poured my heart in this! LOL. So, FEEDBACKS ARE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED! THANK YOU MA'AM AND SIR'S! LOL XD Y’all are prolly quaking because of the word SUB! *wink wink nudge nudge* PART 2 IS SMUT, OKAY? LET YOUR HEART BE STILL WITH THE GIFS ALRIGHT? IT AIN’T FROM MOI! Just took them in google! CREDITS TO THE CREATORS!

Disclaimer: GIF'S and PNG'S aren't mine, however the whole one shot and edit are rightfully mine to begin with.

Dedicated: @caps-boo-bear (I couldn’t tag you bud? Maybe your account is prohibited from tagging in posts?) @angel-of-hell-cece1967​

Every step you took was such a pain in the ass. How you sluggishly walk made every person know not to dare bump on you. The boots you've picked for the day had a defectability that gave your feet blisters which resulted as to why you were walking like the heavens were weighing down on you.

You've met Mrs. Bell on the way to your apartment. She was a very nice old lady who have been giving you free viands and pastries whenever there was any extra that could go to waste. Her husband was the only companion she has that lives in their apartment, and their relationship was darn cute. They've been together for 60 years, and you ought to have that kind of relationship. Mrs. Bell kind of reminded you of TJ's nana, Margaret.

Will that be possible to happen with TJ? It was a question that nobody could ever answer except from God. Even though you were there to keep him steady, you knew how rickety he can get sometimes. The thought of him going back to who he was before was making you worry, scared that after a year of being clean..His addiction would suddenly come around.

"TJ's been awfully quiet today," Mrs. Bell spoke, her voice frail and shaky. You met her on your way up, seeing her once the elevator door pulled open. She lost her chance of transport as her grey eyes watched the elevators close just to tell you news about TJ since you've asked her to check how he was from time to time, especially since you've had your girls night out with your friends, making you a little intoxicated as you went home. You were quite tipsy but not tipsy enough to fall on the ground and swim in your own vomit. You drank moderately and responsively tonight.

The lollipop in your mouth was flavorful. Tangerine taste sipping on your taste buds. You've missed the confectionery since years and you decided it was time to finally satisfy your cravings.

You sucked on your lollipop before taking it out of your mouth with a pop, licking your lips and giving Mrs. Bell a nervous smile, "Did he went out or something, Ma'am?" You could sense something was wrong with how she worded everything, yet you wanted to believe he didn't. He wouldn't because he promised.

The sweet old lady took seconds before she gave a shaky nod, "Yes, I think my husband saw him went out for an hour..then came back looking bothered,"

Your heart skipped a beat, anxiousness began surging through every vein in your heart. He wouldn't, right? You gave a weak nod at Mrs. Bell, helping her wait to get a lift and assisting her till she could enter the elevator before dismissing her with a kiss on the cheek.

The walk to your apartment made your nerves go berserk, every step was shaking your hopes, wishing that nothing happened to your Tj. Once the door opened, the lights to the living room was off, you've flicked the switch on and expected him to come out of the shadows and surprise you yet there was still no Thomas.

"Teej?" Your voice echoed through the hallway before your feet brought you to your kitchen. A half emptied bottle of water was on top of the kitchen counter, and you sighed. Relieved that you saw no beers, not even a single trace of alcohol. Well, that's because you took all the alcohol away when TJ decided to get help. You wanted nothing more than TJ to be happy, and for him to be healed..Mentally and emotionally.

You had always been TJ's strong tower, been there for him no matter how fucked up he was. You still accepted his flaws and him, himself. Your baby boy has been your life and breath. You loved him with all your heart, and you won't ever hesitate on taking care of him even when he was broken.

The lights to your room were on. So, you paraded towards yours and TJ's room. Never even knocking because you wanted to surprise him, but turns out it was you who was surprised by your boyfriend.

TJ was sprawled on your bed, his necklace that you've given as a present for his birthday was dangling around his neck. He was in his clothing alright, but without a shirt on. His eyes were closed as an arm was around his eyes, looking deep in thought. You guessed he was sleeping, yet when he heard someone open the door to your room, his head instantly perked up to see who it was.

It took seconds for Tj to realize who it was. That dazed, lightheaded look in his eyes made your nerves go tense. When he was sure it's you, he languidly sat up. Blinking slower than usual as he set his eyes on you, a discomposed smile and his eyes having this glassy twinkle that could make you want to coddle him up all night.

Yet, there was something in those look of his that you couldn't decipher.

"Y/N?"

You sweetly smiled at him, strolling towards your baby boy sitting on your bed, waiting to be cuddled. How could you not snuggle him right now when he looked so soft and vulnerable?

"Hi, Love! You alright?" You sat beside him, immediately wrapping your arms around him and he was quick to take the chance to snuggle you up, his fluffy head now on your chest. Your nails gently scratching his back.

"I'm fine..just fine," He mumbled quietly. His fingers nonchalantly playing with the hem of your shirt. There was something wrong with him, you thought as you felt him hotter beneath your palm, hotter than his usual body heat. However, you tried to shut those thoughts first, just loving the comfort and embrace that you were both in.

"You don't sound fine," Your hands traveled towards his soft, fluffy hair. Giving his scalp soft scratches and Tj couldn't help but moan very audibly. "My baby boy looks so...so...tired," Dazed and lightheaded was what you wanted to say, but you didn't want him to think you were doubting him into getting drugged again. He wouldn't right? Your heart kept on pounding on that thought.

"Mmm," He hummed in agreement, slipping his hand inside your shirt, softly caressing the skin of your soft stomach. You were used to Tj being handsy, he always was with you every minute of the day. Finding assurance that you were there and that you weren't just a part of his imagination. Making sure that you were there and you stayed. "I missed you,"

"Well, I missed you more. Have you been a good boy while I wasn't around?" There was a second of quietness except from the tiny suckling sounds you make from your lollipop. You hoped he would answer back but he didn't. You checked if he fell asleep yet he was wide awake.

His quietness answered the questions floating inside your head. He seemed to be guilty of doing something that wasn't right.

Your guesses were right all along.

"Thomas," You took the lollipop out of your mouth and addressed him seriously, unwrapping your arms and cutting your embrace. Looking up at his diluted cerulean eyes. Why have you just realized that now? He was definitely drugged and high. You took his face in your hands, setting his eyes on you and a pang of disappointment rushed through your veins. The way the pupils of his eyes were more diluted than usual, eyes glassier and high. What did he even take?

You stood up from the bed, disappointment running in your features. Tj was already a year clean, already starting to change his addiction. Yet, with what happened tonight seemed like he chose to go back from where he used to be. His family would definitely be mad at you for not keeping a close eye on him. "I just went out for a while and now you're high?! What were you even thinking?!" You exclaimed rather furiously.

"I wasn't thinking anything," He deadpanned, shrugging his broad shoulders in attempt to shake off the anxiety creeping. "It just kinda happened,"

Once he saw the intense glare that never failed to falter, his emotions shifted in one snap. What was he saying? Did he disappoint you? The person he loved the most and the only person who continued trusting in him?

Tj's intense, still gorgeous as fuck, glassy eyes peered at you, a look that appeared like he was a kicked puppy and you wanted nothing more than not to be mad at him because you knew how hurt he gets when you're angry. He was immediately on his foot, trotting till he towered and stood in front of you. His half naked fit body gloriously giving you a warm welcome and it surely distracted your maddened state.

God, his abs. Your slightly drunken state thought mentally, giving his body a once over before focusing on his gorgeous orbs again. His lower lip seemed to tremble, "I-I just needed a fix!" He reasoned back, biting his lower lip as he fought a frown, but his eyebrows tell otherwise. He knew you were already disappointed in him, and he didn't like the thought of it.

Your sly, sneaky eyes couldn't help but scan the indents of his hipbone and it made you emit a groan because of how you were thinking in between your pants in a very serious moment that should be taken importantly. Your forehead furrowed in return to his reasons, "You what?!"

"I just needed a fix!" He repeated more clearer, eyeing your face with an obvious frown. "Did something happened, Tj?" You asked more calmly now, the anger slowly subsiding as you saw the pained look he was giving you and it hurt your heart.

He was already in too much pain, and you didn't want him to experience and feel more by being mad at him. You just needed to understand him and why he did it.

"S-Sean," Tj croaked a little more quietly, voice breaking and sounding more vulnerable. The anger that once left you suddenly came back in a hot second just because of one mention of that fucker's name. Sean Reeves, an idiotic man who broke your Tj's heart, torn it into pieces and left Tj feeling shit about himself, that he wasn't someone important made him trigger to go suicidal.

"What.about.him," Y/N gritted in between her teeth, jaw clenching from the irritation she felt from hearing his name. God, it was even nauseating to hear. "I've went to The Dome, updated on things then saw him there," You hummed in understanding, nodding at the same time. His gaze kept on shifting from your face then on the ground, trying to find the exact words as he recollected what happened earlier. Tj looked as if his mind was swirling, kept on jumping from one scene to another from the way his brows furrowed.

"Man..Was I stupid to give him my time," He shook his head to himself, a disgruntled chuckle leaving his plump, red lips--Lips that have been red and swollen from biting it too hard. "He tried coming back, kept on saying things that I wanted to hear from him when we were still together. But, he's too late. Sean tried to fix something that was already been fixed," You saw his miserable baby blues intensely staring at you, eyes turning more diluted and glassy. Beneath those were pent up emotions that you've vulnerably seen. Emotions that held sadness, anger, and brokenness.

There was a pause. He was having an internal debate with himself. Debating whether he needed to even tell it to you. After moments of waiting for him to finish as you stood patiently, desperately wanting to hug him when you saw how your Tj's close to crying.

He finally decided and he was sure to tell you the truth because that's one rule you've both agreed to. It's to be honest with each other and never keep secrets. "He even played dirty because he tried kissing me, Y/N--he did. He did kiss me," His voice croaked like it was difficult for him to say.

Thus, his honesty felt like a cold bucket of ice was thrown on top of her head. That asshole kissed him. Y/N couldn't help but roughly draw crescents on her palms, nails digging deep indenting crescent shapes that could explain the betrayal she felt.

But, it wasn't Tj who did the first move. You debated with that tiny voice inside your head. Y/N was having her inner monologue when the drugs in Tj's system was growing more intense as time goes by. He felt the need to touch you, to be close with you and he didn't hesitate to step close. Holding your tightened hands with his, soothingly pressing his hands with yours.

"I didn't kiss him back if that will make you feel better," He coyly said, looking deep within your furrowed forehead and angered eyes.

Tj couldn't help but gaze down on your lips. His mind completely elsewhere, wanting nothing more than to kiss and bite those lips, stick his naughty tongue inside your warm mouth. He was beginning to feel the side effects of the Ecstacy he took. Those two pills of Ecstacy were the last, and he didn't hesitate to take them all.

His warm, sneaky hands were slowly caressing your hands, trailing up to your arms in a lethargic manner. Sending heat to your warm core. The way his eyes look was making you all fuzzy inside, sending fiery warmth to pool below your stomach.

"That didn't change the fact that you two kissed and you're damn stoned again, Tj! Why did you even think about getting high?" Y/N forcefully unlatched his hands that were sensually caressing her feeble arms.

She could basically hear him whimper when she turned in her heels, walking away from Tj and aiming out of the room, as far as Tj wasn't around because whenever she sees his face. It's either she feels mad or feels the want to let him eat her and delightedly punish him for making a mistake. God, her thoughts are getting way out of hand. Was it the alcohol consuming her?

You thought you would be out of reach by your boyfriend, turns out he followed you like a lost puppy and with a want to oblige and genuinely follow all of your erotic punishments in mind. Tj was in for a mission, a mission to do all of those dirty thoughts you had in mind. He wanted nothing more than to be close to you as of the moment.

"Y/N! Talk to me!" You both stopped in your kitchen, it wasn't entirely the best place to have a conversation when you're mad. You were loudly sucking your lollipop in frustration, and you turned in your heels. Giving him a whiplash of your frustrated anger. Was it frustration out of anger? Or out of other..things?

You pulled the lollipop out of your mouth, using that hand to point at your gorgeously half-naked boyfriend giving you the googly, tantalizing eyes, standing tall before you, a pained expression in those baby blues of his. He wanted nothing more than for you to not be mad at him. Tj was already regretting why he let Sean kiss him when he knew to himself that he didn't have any feelings for him anymore. "You don't get to talk, Thomas!"

You stood on your ground, eyes giving a heated glare on your puppy eyed Hammond. It was making your toes curl inside your aching boots, the look on his face was making it difficult for you to continuously get mad at him, "Does he still affect you?" You whispered harshly through gritted teeth. Your damn mind assuming to think he still has feelings for that idiot and those assumptions couldn't help but send a sting to your big heart.

You loved Tj more than anything in this world, he was a broken soul and you decided he needed all the love in this world. Preferably a love that came from you and his family. Having to think that Tj still has feelings for Sean was hurting you, "Do you still love him, Tj? Do you?!"

Tj's baby blue eyes turned cerulean from your admittance. He chewed his bottom lip, staring straight into your fragile soul beneath your eyes. Thump, he heard. Then, another loud, ear-wrecking thump. The way his heart was beating isn't the same way as he felt for Sean, that particular beat of his heart was only for you, a melody made for you and he could feel his heart screaming for your name.

You were special, but Sean was not. He have loved that man, yet he loved you more than he loved him if that was even possible.

"No, I don't!" He debated, largely puffing out breaths through his mouth out of frustration. You needed to repeat your question because you were contemplating whether he was telling the truth or not. "You don't?! Really, Tj?! Then why the fuck do you sound like you do?!"

Tj was getting agitated, his truthful words ignored by your stubborn mindset. He was telling the honest truth, yet you couldn't believe him and it was making him demonstrative. The drugs in his system turning him more emotional when his eyes turned glassier due to fact that he wanted to cry out the frustrations and the painful feeling that you didn't trust and believe him enough.

You were just like his family. Everyone appears to have a difficult time to trust in him, he thought you were going to be an exception, he thought you could trust him enough more than how his family does, "I-I really don't! I don't! Not anymore!" He stuttered, and poked the inside of his cheeks with his tongue, tears threatening to form in his cerulean eyes that were turning reddish with every forcible word that he wanted to say.

"You're the one I love, Y/N. You're the only girl I loved, I-I never thought I would be in love with a woman, ever. Then, you came along,"

"--You showed me how it feels to be loved, completely loved that you gladly accepted my fucking imperfections and my damn complicated sexuality," You heard his voice break and with that, you knew your baby boy was beginning to slowly break. You felt your heart shatter when he tried hard to talk through out his mental breakdown, "--how to be trusted enough with their life. But, why the fuck do you sound like you don't trust me enough? why don't you trust the words I say, Y/N?"

Your eyes were tempted to jump out of your eye sockets when he desperately took your face in his hands, forcing you to look into his cerulean, glassy eyes. An obvious frown on as he was turning to look miserable. Manipulating thoughts forming in his head, Didn't you love him anymore? Were you just like Sean? Did you love him because you needed something from his family's reputation? This was why Tj never wanted to love again, he was scared that he would fall deeper than he intended to, and unfortunately..he did.

"Tell me you trust me!" He rasped and pleaded desperately, his lower lip pouting when you kept staring at him with that shocked look in your eyes, "Tell me you love me, Y/N. You do right? You do love me? These...These thoughts inside my head," He choked, sniffing to himself.

"T-They aren't real, right? They aren't true?" You could feel his hand shake, his hands that were still on your neck, holding your jaw to look at him in the eye. He was breaking, and he did even more when you heard him emit a whimper. His tears began to fall, like a water hose without no gardener holding onto it. It was more painful to think if you didn't actually love him, more than how Sean hurt him, yours were more painful if it was all true. Just thinking about it was making Tj break down miserably, "T-Tell me you love me, Y/N! Tell me you love me because I do!"

He sobbed and sobbed a little louder and that made your heart cry. You couldn't take it anymore, you couldn't get mad at him when he was acting like that, all miserable and broken. He didn't deserve to cry. Not anymore. "Tj," You croaked out loud, eyes feeling hotter than the usual. You were quick to wrap him in a hug, tucking his head in between your neck as you coddled your crying, miserable baby boy. "I love you, Tj. I do, I love you so much, I trust in you too, okay? Don't you ever forget that, Baby." You gently raked your hand in his soft, fluffy hair. Trailing behind his bare back. You could feel yourself choke in your own anger, it was slowly subsiding, turning into dust.

"Tell me you love me, please..tell me you love me back, Y/N...Tell me you aren't grossed out, tell me it isn't just sex. I love you, I love you so much,"

Tj kept repeating his words in despair, he kept whispering that he loves you and that you were the only one in his life. You believed him, your stubborn mind believed him now. "It's love, baby. It's love. I love you,"

Only one hug from you made those horrible thoughts go away as every minute passed by, his whimpers and cries were long gone. However, you still had him in your arms, gently raking your nails on his back. You could hear his sniffles. He feels so small in your arms and you couldn't help but cuddle him more. "Baby boy's all good? Now that you know I really do love you? And that I trust you very much? I wouldn't have been in a relationship with you if I didn't, Thomas."

"--Trust comes with love, and I love you very very much. This means that I trust you either," You gently patted his warm, smooth, broad back. Whispering loving words against his ear, "I just don't want you going back to the life you were used to, I don't want you to get caught up in your drug addictions again, Teej."

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XOXO, 

TATA

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The Niflheim Experiment FFXV Fanfic

Summary:            

Gladio has been captured by the empire! However, his rescuers are not who he expected.  Will Gladio survive his rescue and the new threat that is looming over them with the advancing empire. Unfortunately, things are not as they seem when you look closely enough.

Notes:    

It was one scene flitting around in my head that set this weird fic in motion.  Plus I love my whump n fluff.  And Gladio needs more whump in the fanfic world. He's so much fun to take care of. XD

Chapter 1: In Which Life Turns Sideways                 

The sensation of hands on his neck caused Gladio to flinch. Attempting to pull away only resulted in making things worse.  The heavy metal collar fastened around his neck bit into his flesh when he moved, causing him to cry out in pain.  

“Stop squirming,” Came a gruff but whispered command, “I can’t help you if you keep pulling away.”  

“Leave me alone.” Gladio managed.  

“I know you’re hurting, but I’m trying to get this collar off to get you out of here.”

It had to be a lie, another trick they were playing on him.  His time in this torturous facility had been a blur of unpleasant memories.   Maybe it was a good thing he couldn’t remember much.  Anytime he’d awoken it was due to something painful happening to him.   Struggling to focus his tired eyes on the person hovering over him, Gladio winced when the collar came free.

Rolling over to his side hurt like hell but it was first amount of movement he’d been allowed since being chained to the floor.  The man continued to work on the rest of his restraints.  His wrists and ankles were secured as well.

The sound of footsteps drew his attention once more.  Staring in terror at the door he sucked in a harsh breath when the high commander himself strode in.

“Get his feet free!” The younger man commanded of Ravus when he stepped into the room.

Ravus didn’t utter a word as he knelt down to remove the metal cuffs.  Gladio didn’t know how long it’d been since the attack.  He could have been lying there for weeks or hours he wasn’t sure.  The only thing that had kept him somewhat sane was knowing Noct had made it to safety.  Gladio had ensured that much.   He could die knowing he’d done his duty as shield.

“Did you find his clothes?” The man asked quickly.

“Highwind has them.”

Right he was half naked, he’d been stripped of all his belongings when he’d been captured.  They’d unceremoniously dumped him in this room in nothing but his boxers.  Gladio could actually say for once in his life he was cold.  Six, he hated being so helpless.

The effort it took to not cry when the last shackle was removed was monumental.  He’d been restrained the whole time and the idea that his condition might be improving was nearly too emotional to handle.   Attempting to sit up didn’t go very well.  Gladio barely lifted his head off the floor when a terrible pain blossomed in his stomach.  He nearly passed out from the intensity.  Instead Gladio curled in on himself and gasped for breath.  He just wanted to go home.

The stupid assholes who’d been torturing him kept him weak enough that he couldn’t summon the armiger.   First it was drug induced, but then something had changed.  Gladio could feel his body behaving more and more sluggish.  It was worrisome as he’d never felt like this before.  It didn’t match being sick, his body felt like it was dissolving from the inside out.   That couldn’t be possible though, things like that didn’t happen, did they?

A hand grabbed his shoulder and then he felt another grab his ankle. Astrals no, they meant to lock him back up again!  “Please don’t,” he begged, “leave me alone.”

This time Ravus spoke up.  “Calm yourself Amicitia, we’re moving you to a stretcher.  I believe I’m correct in assuming you can’t walk.” He finished.

All Gladio could do in response was nod and watch as the other man and Ravus arranged his limbs.  Where were they taking him?  Maybe the scientists that had been poking and prodding at him were done and now he was being left to rot in a cell somewhere.

The ceiling lights blurred as they transported him somewhere else.   The sound of a dropship engine caused Gladio to panic slightly.  Turning his head he started looking for MT’s.  He didn’t spot any but they were definitely headed towards one of the ships.  “Are you – are you gonna drop me out from up high?” he worried.

Ravus actually looked offended at the suggestion. “No of course not.” He huffed in response.

Taking a breath to try and calm his nerves Gladio looked to the other man to see what his reaction had been.  The kid seemed unfazed but when he caught him looking he tripped slightly, shifting the stretcher.

“Watch your step Loqi, the cargo is already fairly damaged.  I don’t need you breaking him further.”

The young man, Loqi, scowled at Ravus but continued into the ship.

The sharp tap of hard shoes drew Gladio’s attention once they’d made it to the bridge.  Suddenly an angry looking woman was standing over him and peering down.  “Why does he look like he’s dying?” She asked with a frown.

“Highwind, must you be so tactless.”  Ravus groaned as they set the stretcher down on the floor.

“Just saying, your plan won’t work if he kicks the bucket before we make it to Lucis.”

Hearing the mention of going home caused Gladio’s heart to ache, he wanted so desperately to be done with this ordeal.  Choosing to ignore the harsh words spoken by this woman Gladio tried not to panic.  Another wave of pain hit him and he closed his eyes trying to breathe through the worst of it.  A hand touched his forehead a second later and he leaned into the touch without thinking.

“Shhh, here lift your head I have something soft for underneath.”

It was the woman, Highwind.  Despite her gruff demeanor she carefully held his head while arranging the cushion.  It was a small thing but it helped.  The younger man Loqi came back into his line of vision, he was holding a blanket.  Highwind took it and unfurled it over his aching body.

“Rest if you can, we have a difficult journey ahead of us.” She offered before standing and walking away.

With nothing else to do besides fret, Gladio slowly succumbed to his exhaustion and let his mind go numb.  The sound of the engines droning loudly was the last thing he remembered before passing out.        

Waking up in pain had become common place for Gladio over the past few days.  This time was no different.  It took several minutes to remember where he was and that no one had tried to kill him yet.

Gasping at the terrible sensation in his body he rolled over to see if it helped.  However, the spike of pain that shot through his right side was nearly unbearable and he cried out. His right arm felt so weird as he attempted to lift it out from under the blanket.    The sight that greeted him was terrifying.  His arm up to the elbow was black and the veins traveling up to his shoulder were tinged dark.

His distress had garnered the attention of Loqi who’d apparently been sitting nearby.  “Shit!  Guys we may need to change our plans. He’s turning.”

“What!?” Ravus exclaimed as he came to investigate.  “Dammit!  I thought you said we’d have more time!”

“Those fuckers must have injected him again before we got him out.” Loqi cried out.  “How much time do we have?”

Gladio was confused as to what Loqi was shouting about.  His arm had changed color and they were clamoring on about how much time they had?  Wasn’t he the one that needed more time? Finally finding his voice he tried to find out what was going on.  “What’s happening to me?” He gasped.

“You’re still lucid, thank the six.” Ravus spit out as he knelt down next to him.  “We need to slow the process down until we figure out what to do.”

“Slow what process?” Gladio nervously asked.  “Don’t take me back! Please!” He was starting to get frantic, it sounded like they needed somebody in a lab coat to examine him.  

“Calm yourself Amicitia, you’re going to make it spread faster!”

Gladio whimpered as another wave of pain ripped through his body.  “It’s – it’s get’n worse, help me!”

“Loqi grab my bag!” Ravus ordered as he pushed Gladio flat on his back once more.

Gladio barely had time to register what exactly Ravus was doing before he appeared in his line of sight holding a syringe.   “NO! I don’t want that!” Gladio shouted as Ravus took the cap off.

“Gladiolus I need to slow your heart rate down or you’ll die!”

Continuing to shake his head no Gladio couldn’t even fight back when Ravus injected the contents into his neck.  The needle stung going in but it was nothing compared to the pain still coursing through the right side of his body.  The last thing Gladio heard before he blacked out was Ravus ordering the dropship to a new location.    

The feeling of delicate hands grasping his face brought Gladio’s mind back to the present.  A rush of cool tingling magic flowed through his body as he struggled to work out what was happening.  Attempting to pry open his eyelids didn’t work, they felt like lead.  No, his entire body felt that way.  He couldn’t move at all and the now familiar feeling of a panic attack was starting to form.

Trying to speak didn’t go as planned either, his voice came out more like a guttural choking noise. This at least elicited a response from someone nearby.

“You’re alright, please try to relax.”

The voice was female but it didn’t sound like the woman he’d met earlier, Highwind.  Forever stubborn, Gladio swallowed and tried to talk again.  “Help me.” Was all he could muster.

The unknown voice came back with a response. “I am, you’re alright.”

Something that sounded like an explosion caused him to suck in a harsh breath.  What was going on?  The sound of pounding footsteps came next and he heard Ravus shouting instructions to someone.  Something about leaving now or they’d all be dead.  He wanted to ask so many questions, but the moment he tried to open his mouth a second time a rush of magic overwhelmed his mind.

Things were very fuzzy after that, the noise of the engines filled his ears as he tried to stay conscious.  Needless to say it didn’t work.  His brief waking moments after that were incredibly hard to understand. Gladio had to go through the same mental gymnastics each time he surfaced.  Where was he, what was happening, was he still alive or had he died? Thankfully the pain that had seemed omnipresent in his body was gone.   He could count that as a small blessing.

Struggling to gather information from bits of conversation wasn’t easy, since Gladio never stayed conscious long enough to hear the full context.  The first time it occurred he’d heard Ravus arguing with someone.

“We can’t very well use it to travel to Lucis now can we?!” The response was muffled but Ravus continued on. “If we survive this mess I’ll buy you a new one!”

Were they talking about a car?  Suddenly his body jostled to the side making him panic slightly.  Still unable to open his eyes or move he was working to stay calm.  It took far too long to realize the stretcher he’d been laid out on had been lifted.

“Loqi don’t pout, it doesn’t become you.” Ravus sighed after a moment.

“I can carry her.” The younger boy huffed from somewhere near his feet.

“True, I just don’t want you too,” came the clipped response.

He slipped into a daze listening to Ravus and Loqi argue about carrying people.  Gladio knew he was heavy but that was because he was a tall guy.  The next time he came to it was because a woman was talking.  It sounded like Highwind.

“I’m going out whether you like it or not!”

“It’s not wise to do that yet.” Ravus all but yelled.

“Well in case you hadn’t noticed we’ve got no supplies, and people to care for.” Highwind spit back.  “Look it, I got us good accommodations for a few days, let’s take advantage of the break and get a plan put together.”  

Gladio heard Ravus sigh heavily.  Trying to pry his eyelids open finally worked, though it was only a fraction.  The bright light that came streaming back made him immediately stop.  Exhaustion drug him under once more as Ravus and Highwind bickered.    

“Are you sure it worked?” Was the excited whisper that roused him this time.  However, he’d not heard enough to determine who’d spoken.   Taking a steadying breath he worked to open his eyes.  Thank the six Gladio was able to complete this task, he was beginning to worry he’d never figure out where he was.

“Finally!” A blurry figure hovering over him huffed.  “We thought you’d never come around.”

“Wha--,” he ground out before stopping and trying to swallow.  Shit, his mouth was dry.

“Here you need to drink.” Ravus’ disembodied voice sounded from somewhere.

“Can’t,” he croaked.

“We’ll help,” Ravus replied, “Loqi go grab his arm and make sure he stays upright.”

Having the world tilt into perspective was dizzying.  This also brought the sudden realization that Gladio had absolutely no strength left.  Unable to voice his fear of collapsing onto the floor he whined instead.

“We won’t let you fall, don’t worry.” Ravus calmly stated as he took a seat next to him.

Several things happened after Ravus sat down.  Gladio finally noticed that they were in a hotel room as he scanned the space.  Gripping something soft with his fingers caused him to look down, a real fucking bed.  Thank the astrals, no wonder he was having such a hard time waking up. The last thing he picked up on nearly made his eyes bulge out of his head.

Resting on the other bed in the room was Lady Lunafreya Nox Flueret.        

“Your sister?” Gladio questioned in a rasp.

Ravus hummed in response as he reached to grab a glass of water. “Here drink.”

Gladio didn’t complain when Ravus wouldn’t let him hold the glass on his own.  He knew what the result would be.  Water all over the six damned floor.  It also kept him from gulping the entire contents down in one go.

“When did your sister show up?” Gladio inquired still in shock after he took a breath.  

Loqi butted in before Ravus had the chance. “You were turning into a daemon so we needed to kidnap the princess to heal you.”

“I was wha – wait kidnap!” Gladio was having a hard time processing everything he’d been told.

“Loqi, you tactless heathen!” Ravus hissed, “She came willingly.”

Loqi sneered at Ravus and shook his head.  “Anyway that’s what happened.  It worked though which is good.” He finished with a crooked grin.

Gladio could feel his heart rate escalating.  “I was a daemon?”

“You were in the process of turning so we had no choice.” Ravus admitted solemnly.  “Though considering the circumstances I would say we liberated versus kidnapped her.”

“Why do I feel so weak?”

“The healing process took a lot out of you, and I suspect you’ll be bed ridden for a few days more,” mused Ravus.   Luna has been resting since she finished saving you.”

“Oh – but she’s okay right?” he checked looking over to the other bed.  Luna’s fair hair was the only thing showing from under the blanket.

“Yes, she will recover.”

Smiling with relief Gladio took a deep breath to test how he felt.   He was pleasantly surprised to find there was no pain.  Listing to the side he came to rest on Ravus’ shoulder.  His own scent wafted up to his nostrils once he’d stopped moving making Gladio wince.  “Titan’s ass I stink.” He sighed and suddenly overcome with embarrassment he tried to pull away.

“I don’t hold that against you Gladiolus, you’ve had a rough week.”   Ravus answered as he kept him from falling over further. “How about you take a bath?”

“Don’t laugh at me as I crawl to the bathroom.” He huffed dejectedly.

“Nonsense we’ll help you.  Loqi go turn the water on to get it hot.

The younger man got up and ran off.  When Ravus went to lift him, Gladio promptly tumbled to the floor in a heap. “Shit! Sorry!” Gladio lamented with a heavy sigh.

“Are you hurt?”

“Just my pride.”

“Gladiolus I dare say your pride can shove off, you’ve been through quite an ordeal.  Fretting over how fast your body can heal won’t do you any good.”

Nodding slowly Gladio wondered why Ravus was being so nice.  Did they have plans to do something to him once he’d healed?  That was stupid, because the stronger he got the easier it would be to fight back.  He’d eventually be able to summon his sword from the armiger again.

Focusing on getting back on his feet wasn’t working very well.   Ravus’ first attempt to right him resulted in Gladio falling back down with a thump.  Maybe the dated carpet would swallow him whole to spare him this misery.

Apparently Gladio was too upset to notice Loqi returning and kneeling next to him.  “Ravus isn’t as strong as you think, he clearly needs my help.” Loqi announced in a condescending tone.  “Come on big guy let’s get you off the floor.”

The use of the term ‘big guy’ triggered something in his psyche.   Images of his family and friends began coursing through his mind.  His dad and Iris, Noct and Prompto, Cor, Ignis, it was all too much to bear.  He’d never wanted to be home so bad in his life.  Things were improving, that was a fact, but he couldn’t really be sure he was safe until he’d arrived at the gates of the citadel.    

It wasn’t until he sucked in a labored breath did Gladio realize he’d started crying.   The tears kept coming no matter how hard he tried to calm down. Folding in on himself Gladio sobbed into his hands unable to stop the torrent of emotions welling up.

“Shit! What do we do?” Loqi asked frantically.

Gladio wasn’t sure either of them would understand how he felt.  No, that wasn’t true; Ravus had suffered horribly in his life.  His mother, the queen, had been murdered in front of him leaving his sister and him to the mercy of the empire.  Ravus would probably think his current display was unbecoming.  Unfortunately, this idea caused him to cry harder.    

A warm hand pressed into his back as he sat crumpled on the floor.  “Are you in pain?”

Of course Ravus would ask something logical like that!  Managing a rough shake of his head Gladio sucked in air as he worked to breathe properly.  The hand went away and he could tell Ravus had moved.  Guess they were going to leave him to it.  Maybe they’d cover him with a blanket when he’d finished losing his six damned mind.

A groggy voice filtered down to his ears a moment later.  “What’s going on?  Ravus stop pulling me; I can sit up on my own.”

“Luna, your assistance is needed, if you don’t mind.” Ravus responded.

“What on Eos do you ne --,” She gasped, most likely after she’d noticed the scene he was making.  “What did you two do?!” Luna demanded stern as ever.

“Nothing! We were helping Gladio to the bath when he broke down.  Perhaps you could lend a hand.” Ravus defended.

“Okay! I’m coming, stop pulling me!” Luna huffed followed by a thud, “Oomphff! I told you not to pull.” She chastised amid the sound of a slap.

“Luna!” Ravus growled in a tone Gladio was all too familiar with, Iris would irritate him to no end at times so he could relate.

The thought of his little sister not knowing his fate made him break down further.  He had to get home.  It took a while before Gladio registered that someone was rubbing his back.  Luna was next to him it appeared.

“Shhh, Gladio it’s alright, we’re taking you home.  Please don’t fret.” She cooed in his ear.

“Pro –promise?” He spit out brokenly.    

This time it was Ravus that answered.  “Yes, Gladiolus we promise.   It’s imperative that you rest and build your stamina back up.  We have much to discuss.”

“Astrals -- I’m a mess.” He ground out in between his sobs.

Ravus sighed next to him, “You are a mess Gladiolus --,”

“Ravus!” Luna hissed.

“But – you have every right to be!” he finished quickly.  “You have been through quite an ordeal; it’s understandable that you need to collect your thoughts.”

Gladio groaned in response.  He had no strength left to deal with this breakdown he was experiencing.

“Let’s get you into the bathroom, I’m sure the tub is nearly filled by now.”

Luna’s hand withdrew from his back and moved to grab his wrist.  “It’s alright Gladio, please focus on healing.”

“I thought you did that already.” He whispered.

“I did but you still need to rest and recover.”

Giving a small nod he tried to push himself upright.  All three of them had to hold him steady.  The tears had finally stopped, but Gladio felt raw and exposed.  This time with Loqi on his other side he was able to stand.  Though his legs felt like jelly.  Making an effort to walk didn’t really help and Loqi and Ravus ended up practically dragging him to the bathroom.

“Where’s Luna?” Gladio asked once he’d noticed her absence.

“Waiting for me to help her, she’s tired just like you.” Ravus offered as they approached the now full tub.  “Can you lift your leg?”

That innocent question started the biggest shit show Gladio had been party to in a long time.  Ravus ordered Loqi to shut off the water. This caused Gladio to nearly topple Ravus and him to the floor.   Loqi yelped and took his position again to save them.

Next came the problem of getting his six foot six frame into a bathtub the size of a shoebox.  Focusing on lifting his leg for the first step was a complete disaster.  His toe caught the edge and he nearly went sprawling backwards on the tile. Thank the six it was agreed that leaving his boxers on was the best option.  Gladio didn't think he could handle the implications of that move.

After a solid five minutes and some terse words between Ravus and Loqi he was situated in the bath.  Loqi was soaked from his knees down and Ravus had nearly clocked the blond at one point. However, he was too exhausted to care.  The warm water felt so good.  The one and only advantage to the undersized tub was Gladio had no chance of drowning.   He was just too damn tall.  The hot water eased his tension as he relaxed.  Time moved slowly after that and Gladio drifted in and out of sleep as he sat in the tub.  

A strong floral scent invaded Gladio’s senses as he jerked awake.   “Wha’s going on?” he rasped looking around. The woman HIghwind was crouched on the floor next to him.

“Just washing your hair,” she answered.  It’ll be easier now that you’re awake.  Tilt your head forward for me.”  

Gladio was going to question this action but her fingers felt so good massaging his scalp.  It didn’t take long and he was following her every instruction. “What do I call you?”

“Names Aranea.” She responded curtly. “What do I call you?”

“Gladio.”

“I’ll have to tell Ravus, he’s all formal with the full name bullshit.”

Gladio closed his eyes once again and hummed in response as Aranea rinsed out his hair with the sprayer.  Who knew a good hot bath and shampoo could feel so damn good.  A light tap to his arm brought him back to the present. “Yeah?” he mumbled.

“Who’s Ignis?”

He had no control over his emotions it seemed as heat spread across his face.  “Who?” he asked trying to play off her question as completely random.

“Uh huh – not gonna work Gladio.  You called out for him earlier.”

Letting out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding Gladio debating about telling Aranea his life’s story.  These people were still the enemy to him.  “He’s the Prince of Lucis’ royal advisor.” He answered instead.  That information was public and it also wasn’t a lie.    

Aranea leaned in closer and shook her head.  “I won’t tell the others if that’s what you’re worried about, but that’s not the answer I was looking for.”    

“What if I don’t want to say?” Gladio tried.

“You’re gonna seriously make me guess?” She huffed.  “Fine.” Aranea then looked up as if in thought.  “So I’m gonna guess forbidden lover.”

Again the flush in his face stayed strong and even started to spread to his neck.  Opting to stare straight ahead he pursed his lips together tightly.  He wasn’t going to say anything more.

“Hmmm I’m close – ok maybe not forbidden then.  Secret?”

Gladio could feel his composure starting to crack.  Thinking of Ignis wasn’t helping either.  He missed him terribly and wanted nothing more than to spend a week in the man’s embrace away from all this chaos. Tears were pricking at the corner of his eyes again.  Aranea instantly picked up on his distress and backed off.

“Whoa, sorry hun, I didn’t mean to get you all emotional again,” she apologized. “Loqi said you had a breakdown earlier.  I didn’t mean anything bad by it.  I won’t say anything though ok.”

Nodding minutely Gladio managed to lift his arm out of the water to wipe his eyes. “I miss him so much.” He choked out.  “I miss everybody.”

“Our goal is to get you back to Lucis in one piece.  Trust us.” Aranea finished as she reached for the drain to release the water.   “Let’s get you back in the bed and resting.”  

“I want – I want to go home.” Gladio sputtered.

“I know sweety, we are working on it, I gotta get us a car first okay.”

“Why?”

Aranea raised an eyebrow quizzically.  “So we can drive there silly.” was the sarcastic response.  Before Gladio could clarify she smirked. “We’re defecting, the whole lot of us.  The emperor is crazy and we don’t want to deal with his bullshit anymore.”   

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[padawan-jiejie]

You Saved Me

Summary: Steve's gone to save the other Avengers and you stayed in Wakanda with Bucky so he wouldn't be there alone...

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word count: 1589

Warnings: !MyEnglish!, fluff, angst

A/N: Flashback in italics and it’s a bit weird, don’t mind it, I found worse -_-| I love Bucky Barnes/Sebastian Stan (AND WHAT THE HELL DID HE MADE WITH THAT GORGEOUS HAIR OF HIS?!) and me and my friend call him pigeon, because of one gif and I love to make fun of him, 'cuz in Czech ,,stan'' means,, tent" xD xD xD And who's looking forward the IW?! ME AF!!! xD Well, a group of my friends has decided that we'll go to our premiere in costumes and I am supposed to be Black Widow >:D And @ladyreedus * this amazing lady's suppose to be Wanda and it's going to be VEEERY weird and a LOOOT of fun!!! :D

* If you're reading this - B U C H A N A N - B U C H T A aka H O L U B :D :D :D

[1] - Can you believe that it's 4 years since the second Cap. A?!?!?!

[2] - Yeah! That is definitely something Bucky’d say! - that was irony |-_-| But I was in the mood while writing this and I just needed something like that to be happening, so... Forgive me my impoliteness!!!

Y/F/C = your favorite color.

(gif’s not mine + I love it <3 )

You looked at the clock on the wall. Quater past two. Awesome. You were so bored, at the same time the presence of the Winter Soldier was bringing shivers down your spine. Bucky was wearing white clothes and you were in your favorite jeans and Y/F/C t-shirt. It made you smile when you realized that this looked like you went to visit your ex in the jail or in Asylum. Neither of it was the truth. You weren't in jail nor Asylum and he wasn't your ex, but you wished he could be your next. Even it was impossible because once Steve is back from his mission they will freeze Bucky up. Maybe they won't find a way to fix things, so you'll never be able to talk to him again. It makes you sad and you hated it. It was more than clear that you did. You had your reasons. You knew goddamn well that it shouldn't make you sad. But ever since the two of you meat there was this kind of tension. Well, perhaps not from the first moment, 'cause he punched you in the face and then kicked you. Yet, you forgave him. It was two years ago [1] and he was under control of whatever it was. It was Winter Soldier, not James. Wait! Did you really just called him James?! Oh, yes, you did! Why? Probably because you were calling him like that since your kiss. He was such a good kisser! You felt your cheeks getting warm when that memory hit to your mind.

You were just getting your suit from the back of the car when you saw Bucky staring at you. He was looking at you with his ocean blue eyes and you actually were pretty well aware of this thing in them. You rolled your eyes, pretending contempt, although you liked it. You basically met him yesterday and you were into each other! What?! It is insane, but that is how it was! The fact that when he was still Winter Soldier he attacked you and hurt you and the fact that you've met the real Bucky Barnes just 24 hours ago were the main reasons why you wanted everyone to the think you really hate him. Yet, still, you were standing in front of him with quicken heart.

You took out of the car your boots, jacket, and gun. You closed the back door and went around the corner to get dressed. You didn't mind changing in front of your longtime friends, but for them, it would be uncomfortable. But what you didn't expect was that suddenly - when you were about to take off your shoes - Bucky appeared at your sights.

,,Whoa! You can't walk to lady changing her clothes, okay?!" you said pulling your hands up. 

,,But I expected you not to mind it." he smirked and you bowed your head.

,,Stop. Your awful pick-up lines don't work on me."

He raised his eyebrows. ,,We know each other since yesterday and you think I'm already hitting on you?!"

,,Maybe," you smiled. Was this way too far? It was! Was it too quick? It was! Did it feel wrong? Definitely! He was Winter Soldier! You were an Avenger. After Nat the best fighter! And you were flirting with him! But did it seemed to be fun? Yes.

,,Maybe...” he came closer and you couldn’t help but gasp, ,,...I should try harder. Even more...[2]”

You bit your lip. This was getting better. ,,Even more than what?”

He made another step towards you. ,,You really wanna find out?”

You opened your mouth to say something, but you’ve decided not to say a word. This was so bad. This was not supposed to be happening. And yet something inside of you was telling you to continue with the statement you had until now.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. ,,Bucky...”

,,Don’t.” he cut you off softly, so you looked up to him. It was that moment when you’ve realized that your back was now leaning up against a pillar holding the ceiling of the parking place.

You swallowed. Bucky placed his human palm on your cheek and suddenly you felt his metal arm found it's place on the pillar beside your right hip. You felt butterflies all over your stomach. 

,,James...” you started, but he silenced you: ,,It’s okay.”

You closed your eyes once again. This has to be my own imagination, right? you thought. But when he crashed his lips to yours you knew. It was real. Your lips moved in sync. You hands appeared on his neck and in his hair. You deepen the kiss. It was passionate. The moment felt almost magical.

,,Y/N? Bucky?” Steve called worriedly from behind.

The two of you stopped. Heavily breathing. Your foreheads touching. 

,,We should keep this a secret for now.” he suggested and you just nodded unable to agree with words. Then he let go of you and walked away. Letting you with the thrills and confusion alone.

You brushed the remembrance off and cleared your throat. 

,,You sure you really don’t want to talk?” you asked Bucky from your chair.

He looked up at you and you raised one eyebrow. ,,No.”

,,Even not about what happened back then?”

,,No. I um... I kinda... It was wrong and you seduced me.”

You looked at him with disbelief. ,,I seduced you?! You can’t be serious!”

You two were staring at each other. The room was completely silent. You knew he didn’t want to tell you a damn thing, but you needed to know it. You stood up and walked right to where he was sitting on the bed. 

,,Look. I get that it’s uncomfortable with you, but it’s not only about you. You’re going to be frozen! For fuck’s sake! But I will have to live with this question in my head and nobody will perhaps ever able to answer me!” you screamed at him and he was watching you.

,,What it is, doll?”

,,Doll? I’m not anyone’s doll and certainly not yours!” your pride made you speak like that. Actually, you quite liked to be called doll by James.

,,I don’t that is how it is.”

You didn’t have the words to fight back with so you just get along with simply: ,,Talk.”

You sighed. ,,Alright... As you pointed out I am going to be frozen and I am willing to do it if everyone will be safe. The contains you too. Which means I don’t want to get you hurt and... The fact that I kissed you because I fancy you doesn’t make it any easier.”

This was unexpected. ,,So... You fancy me?”

He slowly nodded looking down at his feet. You knelt down and held his cheeks in your hands. 

,,It’s okay.” you said kindly, ,,I’m here.”

,,But I am dangerous. And I don’t want anyone to get hurt by me. I could have done something to you! And I wouldn’t be able to live with m’self if... if I did...”

You hugged him understandingly. You got his reasons, but yet, you weren’t satisfied. You knew you wanted him. You knew he wanted you. But he was willing to give this up for the greater good. The problem was that you weren’t. You couldn’t.

You kissed the top of his head. ,,But what if we can figure it out? What if we can do it together? I can help you!”

,,I know you’d help.” he replied, ,,But I can’t take the risk. Being with you means putting you into danger. I won’t allow that.”

Suddenly it didn’t felt bad to care for him at all. And it hurt you to see him like this. To see how the best thing that ever happened to you in your entire life was fading out of it. And you knew you couldn’t do a shit about it.

You sat on the bed next to him. Your fingers intertwined up together. Your head on his shoulder. Tears in your eyes. Even in his.

He’s finally seen himself in someone. Someone who was pure, at the same time courageous and kind enough, to see the good inside of him that he’s forgotten. He really, truly care about you. And that was why he had to let you go. He wanted for you only a good life and respectful man you’d love and grow old with. Since he was the Winter Soldier it couldn’t be him. It was tearing him apart. He was a danger for everyone. You thought that you are capable of getting it under the control, but he didn’t think that. When he wasn’t able to put his feelings under control, how could he live like that? How could he love you safely like that?

,,I care about you. You know that, don’t you?” he questioned you.

,,Yes, I do. And I care about you too, James.”

,,I know.” he added with a small kiss into your hair, ,,You saved me. From my loneliness”

,,No... You saved me.”

Steve told his goodbyes to Bucky. Now it was your turn.

Bucky looked at you with so much pain in his eyes. ,,Y/N,”

,,James,” his name left your lips while you were walking straight to him.

,,I am so sorry, but you know it’s necessary.”

You nodded as one teardrop slide down your cheeks. ,,I do.”

He lifted your chin with his fingers. Your lips met. In was full of love and sadness. A goodbye kiss. The moment he pulled away was as if like half of your heart was ripped out of your chest.

,,I’ll wait for you no matter how long it’ll take.” you whispered to him lovingly.

,,Don’t wait for me. You deserve better.”

,,Don’t tell me what to do.” you uttered. Your stubbornness was one of those things he loved about you. ,,I won’t find a better man than you...”

,,Goodbye, doll.”

He gave you a peck on lips and smiled at you the one last time. It was the very last time you’ve seen that smile.

In a really long time...

[film-in-my-soul]

I Can Take A Punch If It’s For You - Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier

Paring: Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier

Word Count: 2027

Warnings: Richie gets beat up but nothing graphic

Request: @brightlykaspbrak : Reddie mini fic where Eddie is being bullied by someone in school and Richie defends him, pwease

I hope you like what I wrote. I think it came out better than Short Stuff because it wasn’t done when I was half asleep XD

This turned out longer than I planned….

Requests OPEN

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Eddie was late.

Eddie was never late.

At least not by the ten minutes that he was already.

Richie fidgeted with his handlebars, not wanting to voice his worries outwards, lest it ruin the reputation he had among his group of friends. Luckily for him, Bill was a natural worrier and did the voicing for him.

“Eddie’s s-su-sure taking a l-long time.”

“He probably couldn’t reach any of the door handles.” Richie wanted to “beep” himself and his big mouth. He’d been a smart mouth for so long he didn't know how to turn it off half of the time. Stan, who was standing beside him rolled his eyes.

“First, not funny Richie, second most of the doors are push bars so how would that even work?” Richie could tell that he'd already managed to make the other boy exasperated. Usually, he’d find more joy in getting under Stan’s skin so quickly but they both know the reason behind such an easy invasion is because Eddie wasn't where he should be.

A silence passed over The Losers Club until Richie heaved a dramatic sigh, throwing both his head and shoulders back.

“I’ll go get him.” He made a show of trudging up the stairs in front of the school.  Once the doors opened and closed behind him, however, he straightened up automatically and headed in the direction of Eddie’s locker.

Richie rounded the two corners that would take him there.

Nothing.

Okay. If not there Richie couldn’t think where -

Richie’s head snapped up, there was noise coming further in the school. It was laughter and a voice, muffled, coming from up ahead and getting fainter.

There was the sound of something scuffing against the ground.

“Guys…. Come on....”

Eddie.

Even from a distance, Richie would know that voice anywhere. Just on the side of still too high for being close to fourteen. He sounded panicked and something uncomfortable wiggled low in Richie’s gut at his friend’s tone. It made Richie hurry his pace along, close to jogging as the sounds got louder.

Since Bowers’ gang had either been mostly picked off and leaderless the rest of the middle school/high school neanderthals were constantly scrambling for the position of Derry’s Ruling Junior Douche-canoe. Unfortunately for The Loser’s club that meant it was open season and they were the rabbits.

A shriek and the sound of something thunking against lockers had Richie kicking up his speed in an attempt to round the last of the corners. Whoever built the school like they had were a bunch of bully-enabling jackasses.

“Fucking put me down!” Eddie’s tone was more hysterical than threatening and it made Richie clench his jaw as he rounded hopefully what would be the last corner.

Richie slowed down to a creeping step as he peeked around the edge of the abandoned hall. What he saw made his blood boil under his skin, it made his vision turn a fuzzy red around the edges, his nails dig into his palm and Richie bared his teeth, wanting nothing more than to shout for them to put the smaller boy back on the ground.

Eddie was being suspended a good six inches off the ground by two scrawny, rat-faced upper-class men, they had height and upper body strength but no real bulk between them. It looked like his back was digging painfully into the handles of the lockers by the grimace on his face. In front of him stood, Richie presumed, the leader.

Now he was a bigger problem.

Much bigger.

At least the size of both of the other boys combined.

He still loomed over Eddie even while he was being lifted into the air, getting in the smaller boys face to the point where Eddie had to turn his head in an attempt to get away, eyes screwed shut, an almost aborted whine crawling up his throat.

Richie squared his shoulders.

He’d faced off against a child eating clown, covered in sewer water and scared out of his fucking mind.

This. This would be easy.

At least, not as bad…

Still…

Richie really didn’t like getting punched.

The leader of the trio took a step away from Eddie and pulled his arm back.

Really Richie didn’t have a choice at that point.

He might not like being hit but the thought of Eddie being hit was worse than any kind of physical pain. The idea of it alone twisted up his stomach and had his shoulders shaking.

In the middle of the bully bringing his fist down Richie dashed out from his hiding spot and barreled right into him, thankfully taking him off guard enough to send him staggering back and onto to his rear. The goons were also caught by surprise enough to drop Eddie ungraciously to the ground.

Richie noted with relief that his friend didn’t stumble too hard and fall himself.

The bad news was now all three of the older boys had rounded on their new victim. And Eddie probably hadn’t done anything to get them to single him out. Richie, on the other hand, had just given them enough ammo to really bring the hurt.

He cast his frantic gaze to Eddie who was still standing, surprised at his sudden rescue. The circle the group had made around him was getting smaller.

“Get the fuck out of here Eds!” He yelled. Once they were done kicking his ass they’d surely move on to their original target.

Thankfully Eddie’s sense of self-preservation seemed to win out over his not wanting to let Richie take the beating that was meant for him. He took off running down the hall at a speed Richie knew would get his sorta fake asthma into a fit.

One of the two skinner punks turned to watch Eddie go, even moving so far as to take a step, thinking about giving him chase. Richie didn’t like that. So of course, he did what he does best. He opened his mouth.

“You know, you probably shouldn’t rough me up too bad, your mom doesn’t like it when -” he’s cut off by a sudden pain in his stomach, the air knocked out of his lungs, the force of the punch almost enough to send him to his knees.

He only had a couple of seconds to get ready to fight back when everything started blending into one big pile of pain.

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Eddie didn't run very fast for a lot of reasons. One of the biggest reasons was that his body still thought he had asthma when he and everyone else knew that it really wasn’t the case. That being said Eddie wasn’t thinking about the impending lack of breath that was going to strike because he’d just left his best friend in the clutches of three really nasty upperclassmen who were not by any means fucking around.

Eddie, with no regard for germs or the potential of falling and breaking his arm again, threw open the front door of the school and raced down the steps to where Billy, Mike, Bev, Ben, and Stan were all waiting, alternating between checking their watches and looking up at the sky.

Eddie’s sudden and panicked appearance had them tensing.

“E-Eddie wh-wh-what -” Bill tried getting out. The shorter boy didn’t give him the chance to stutter to a finish.

“It’s Richie … he… fuck…” Eddie broke off, hands digging into his knees as he panted. “He’s about to get the shit kicked out of him.” With that, he turned around and sprinted back into the school. The sound of bikes dropping and sneakers slapping harshly on pavement following him.

Bill and Mike easily overtook his much shorter legs but they all managed to stay together in one large group, Eddie shouting directions all the way.

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Richie knew he’d gotten in a couple of good shots from the way that one of the douches currently railing on him had staggered back, hands clutching his nose.

“Fuck! The little fucker got my nose.” It would have sounded comical, the way that his words were slurring together, but Richie’s own face wasn’t doing much better. He’d taken a hit to the eye and another to his lip. He could taste coppery blood on his tongue and his vision was swimming, whether it was from sweat, tears or the blows he’d taken that had knocked him back against the lockers hard, Richie really didn’t know.

New sounds filtered into Richie’s consciousness, different than his own pained grunts and the dull cracks of hands against his shoulders and torso.

All at once it seemed the assault was over. Richie watched as the rest of The Losers Club tore around the corner looking like he must have when it had been Eddie in the same position, back against the lockers, looking worse for wear.

The sheer number of them, plus the fact that Mike, strong-shouldered and easily stronger than most people, was leading the charge, thunderous rage evident in his expression.

The bullies cleared out quick, only hesitating for a moment before it became clear that they were definitely outnumbered.

Ben and Mike followed after them, only until the end of the hall to make sure that they wouldn’t double back when all their backs were turned.

Eddie was the first one to reach Richie who’d slid down the lockers, legs stretched out in front of him, arms limp in his lap, breathing labored and teeth likely covered in pink saliva mixed blood. The little hypochondriac didn’t fucking care as he shuffled up close to Richie on his knees.

Richie’s bottle cap glasses had been knocked off at some point during the brawl, they were now tucked safely in Bev’s hands, thankfully not cracked.

“Richie - Rich… Richie…” Eddie was out of breath, shoulders shaking, kneeling next to his best friend, hands fluttering around him like he didn’t know what he was supposed to address first. His mind was a complete mess, he wondered to himself if Richie had felt this sick to his stomach when he’d seen him held up against the wall, or when his arm was snapped in two and a demon clown had been slowly approaching until Bev had skewered it right in its ugly face.

Richie gave a weak attempt at a laugh.

“You should see the other guy.” Eddie wasn’t even able to laugh even though he wanted to begrudgingly do just that.

Eddie didn’t even register that he was still heaving for breath, hands shaking as he gripped Richie’s chin in his hand, moving his head to and fro in order to see the complete damage.

The rest of the Losers stood back, watching everything play out.

Standing guard for their friends.

Eddie didn’t notice that one of Richie’s hands had gone to his hip, blindly searching for his fanny pack. He only looked down when he heard the zipper over his labored wheezing. He was confused but unable to do more than watch as Richie pulled out his aspirator and with a trembling arm lifted it up to Eddie’s mouth.

Richie waited until the shorter boys lips were cupped around the mouthpiece to press down on the small aerosol can.

Richie didn’t drop his arm until he was sure that Eddie had a proper lung full and he wasn’t shaking as badly. The inhaler dropped from his slack fingers and in its place was Eddie’s hand, fingers laced together with his own, a connection that anchored them to each other and let some kind of comfortable normalcy return to their emotion wrecked brains.

There seemed to be an ease that fell around everyone. Yeah, Richie was beaten to hell and back but ultimately he was okay. And more importantly to him, so was Eddie.

[yamibts-blog1]

Shooting Stars

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader 

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: Approx 3300 words

A/N: Okay, so I haven’t wrote a fanfic in almost two years and this is the first time I’ve written a BTS (or kpop) inspired fic. So this is probably far too detailed for your everyday fanfiction, also sorry for any errors in grammar or spelling xD 

A soft breeze passes by, providing a brief break from the warmth of the rays that had clung to you like a blanket. As you lay on the field this late Saturday afternoon, you embraced the hazy hum of summer in Seoul, a steady stream of mellow music beating through your earphones. One arm draped across your face to shield your closed eyes from the blinding sun above. The other lazily flung out beside you, occasionally spinning blades of grass between your fingertips. This was the kind of peaceful vibe you loved the most. However, it was one that was short lived. Your music suddenly became duller in volume as you felt your earbud being spontaneously tugged out of your right ear.

“You better not be sleeping” a gentle but deep voice; that you felt more than you heard, whispered into your now empty ear. You lifted your arm from your face slightly, enough so that you could peek one eye open from the cover you created. A familiar set of deep brown eyes; glistening with mischief, greeted your foggy eyes. The pixie like face of the boy mere centimeters away from the side of yours. You could feel a pleasant warmth rolling off him, prickling the skin on your neck. It burned more than the summer heat. You blinked slowly, swallowing your thoughts quickly. “I didn’t think you’d get here so soon” you exhaled softly, releasing a breath you didn’t realise you were holding. “I can see that. When I told you that I’d be a little late, I didn’t think you’d decide to take a nap” the boy quipped back jokingly. “I wasn’t sleeping, I was just resting with my eyes closed” you defended, closing your eyes again in fake exasperation. A more aggressive breeze passed over your face, at least you thought it was a breeze. You heard the boy next to you inhale dramatically, before blowing cold air towards you with such force it made your hair fly across your face, tickling your nose. “Okay, okay” you sighed, placing both your palms flat on the grass as you gradually lifted your shoulders off the ground, shifting your weight onto your forearms. Squinting against the brightness of the setting sun, your sight adjusted to the view of the boy. All wide eyed and pursed lipped, probably caught off guard mid-blow during his mission to irritate you. He was lay on his front; horizontal to you, your bodies shaping a right angle on the grass. Propped up on his elbows, his small chin rested in his palm, your right earphone dangling from his other hand. He looked suspiciously comfortable.

“How long have you been here for?” you questioned him with a raised eyebrow, “Please don’t tell me you’ve been here watching me for the past five minutes because that’s super creepy, and I’m not into it”.  The boys’ eyes shined bright with amusement “For the past fifteen minutes actually” he jested, a cheeky grin forming his lips. “TAEHYUNG, YOU CREEP!” you exclaimed, shoving his shoulder not too gently, knocking his arm from under his chin. “HEY! I was joking-” Taehyung protested in fake shock before laughing lightly as he sat up, repositioning into a crouch, elbows now resting on his knees. “Besides, I can’t believe you haven’t asked me why I wanted you to meet me here yet” he said shaking the sides of his jacket and wiping the front of his shirt of grass and dirt. “After 4 tedious years of being friends with you Tae, do you really think I bother to question your motives anymore? For all I know you’re planning on taking me into the woods to murder me in secret and bury me amongst the trees” you joked sarcastically. Taehyung gazed down at you, frowning slightly “Firstly, you hands down win the prize for my most cheerful date yet, so well done for that Y/N ” he mocked as he poked your cheek with his slender index finger. “Secondly, I’m offended that you think I could kill you” his thumb moved up to gently pinch the skin on your cheek, “I need you-, I mean- who else will let me beat them at video games? Who will I watch terrible movies with? I have to keep you around for a while you know ” he teased lightly, standing up to brush his knees off, before turning to walk away. You stared after him, rubbing the spot on your cheek that the boy had touched, hoping that any blush on your face could be mistaken for a mark from the pinch. From the moment you first met Taehyung, it had been painfully obvious to almost everyone that you had a crush on him. Something Tae himself had embarrassingly tormented you over for the first few months of your friendship. It wasn’t until you accepted that any feelings you had were unlikely reciprocated, that you dismissed your crush on him as nothing but childish. However, that did not stop Taehyung from labelling any time you two spent alone together as a date, an inside joke you eventually joined in on. Nor did it stop you from admiring how attractive he was; perhaps in a more than platonic way, especially as he grew taller and broader over the years-. “Hey Y/N, are you hell bent on ruining my surprise? C’mon, let’s go” Tae shouted, breaking you from your thoughts. Rolling your eyes, you got up and followed him.

You and Taehyung wandered around aimlessly, talking playfully until conversation faded into its usual comfortable silence. You admired how the afternoon grew dim and faded into the dusk of the evening. You stopped at the top of a hill overlooking a broad view of the city, standing in awe at the array of colours as the sun set over the urban metropolis. You pulled out your phone from the pocket of your jeans, opening your camera app to snap a few landscape pictures of the view. Taehyung stood behind you, watching you click and zoom to get the focus right. Without warning he tapped the front camera option and instantly both of your faces appeared on screen. Just as you were about to scold him for his cheekiness, Taehyung grabbed your phone from your hand, holding it up at high angle so that both of you were in better shot on the screen. “SELCA TIME!” he exclaimed cheerily. Pouting his lips together cutely, he rested his chin on your shoulder, his fingers making a finger heart next to your cheek as you scowled in annoyance while he snapped a picture. “C’mon Y/N, I know you can smile better than that” Taehyung whined teasingly. Feeling cocky you snatched the cap from his head and placed it on your own. “I wasn’t trying to smile” you shot back with a fake smile, before looking at the camera to fix your hair. You closed your eyes and smiled sweetly into the camera, holding up the peace sign ready for another picture. You felt Taehyung boldly snake his arm around your waist, resting his hand on your hip, as he placed a kiss on the side of your face. By the time you opened your eyes, ready to hit the boy, Taehyung had already taken a step back, fully immersed on what was on your screen. You stalked towards him as he tapped your screen a few times, which he turned and presented to you. A boxy smile lighting up his face. You looked at your phone screen to see that your background was now set as the most recent selca: Taehyung rocking messy hat hair, his eyes squeezed shut, his lips pressed against your cheek as you posed. “Aren’t we so adorable?” he asked in the cutest baby voice he could muster. Rolling your eyes, you snatched your phone from his hands and walked past him, leaving him to chase on after you.

The two of you walked around some more until the sky grew dark and dim. The park seemed to be busier than usual, making you question whether there was a festival or event that you had failed to acknowledge. It wasn’t till you both stopped at a small lake that resided in the heart of the park that you realised that something was different about today. Sure, the park was often popular, but never had you seen this many people walking around or lounging about on blankets with picnics. “Here we are” Taehyung breathed in triumph as he stretched his arms and sat down cross legged, pulling you down with him. Slumping down uncomfortably, you shifted your position next to him, legs stretched out in front of you. You removed the cap you stole earlier, ruffling your hair free before turning to the boy next to you. “Are you gonna tell me what’s going on Tae? Why are we here?” Taehyung craned his neck back, his face pointing upwards, eyes darting at the view above him. Either he didn’t hear your question, or he blatantly ignored it; the delicate smile on his face suggesting the latter. “The sky is so clear, it’s perfect for tonight” he spoke in astonishment. “What do you mea-” you began with interest just as you were cut off by the sounds of excited gasps and babbling around you. Looking around frantically, you noticed almost everybody in the park was staring up at the sky like Taehyung was. Puzzled, you glanced up only to be met with an incredible sight. As Taehyung had pointed out, it was a beautifully clear night, the vast darkness above littered with thousands upon thousands of tiny white specks. A dull glow from the grey half-moon illuminated the inky black sheet above, making the sky appear almost indigo in places. Completely caught up in the wonder of what was in front of your eyes, you couldn’t help but double take when you thought you saw a white dot dart across your vision. Blinking hard to make sure you hadn’t imagined it, you sat up straight completely alert, eyes painfully focused above you. “Tae I thin-” you started to mumble, but just as you were speaking another bright ball sped across the sky, a thin wispy tail chasing behind it. In astonishment you shot up, grabbing hold of Taehyungs’ arm in excitement. “Oh my God! Shooting stars!” you exclaimed as you squeezed his limb absent mindedly. Taehyung chuckled lightly, but didn’t reply, he didn’t need to. A few moments later you relaxed your posture, letting go of the boys’ arm, leaning back slightly. The two of you sat in wonder, watching the lights hurtle in different directions, some burning bright and quick, others twinkling softly and slowly into the cosmos.

After a length of time that felt like minutes but was probably closer to an hour, the silence was broken by Taehyung. “I can’t believe you didn’t know there was a meteor shower tonight. Although I’m kinda glad. It wouldn’t have been much of a surprise date if you knew” he muttered softly, still gaping at the stars. “You’re joking about the date part, right?” you scoffed rhetorically, expecting a witty comeback in response. You felt him tense, a slight seriousness in his voice you didn’t anticipate “Not everything I say or do is a joke you know” he almost sighed. At that you tore yourself away from your dreamy daze of shooting stars to look at Taehyung, almost waiting for him to laugh off his last remark. Searching his features for any sign of suppressed humour, you couldn’t help but admire how magnificent he looked. His soft tousled hair covering his forehead, almost brushing into his warm brown eyes, glittering with interest at the sights above. Your eyes trailed to his side profile, which showed off his sharp jawline, the tight skin on his smooth neck leading to the dip above his collar bone, his chest rising and falling rhythmically under the fabric of his shirt. Taehyung must have felt your stare on him, because when you lifted your eyes from his torso to his face, your eyes were met with his curious regard, the corners of his mouth twitching into a small smile. You looked away far too quickly not to cause suspicion, focusing your attention on a patch of grass in front of you. Suddenly aware of how close you were to the boy next to you, your body froze. Shoulders touching, your arm was still looped under and through his, your hand resting in the space between his thigh and hand. You must have forgotten to move it after you grabbed onto his arm earlier. You probably didn’t think anything of it at the time, too caught up in the meteor shower, but now it felt scarily intimate. A somewhat new atmosphere surrounded you both, somewhere between an awkward tension and uncomfortable silence. You could feel his glare burning into your skin, heating your cheeks. You moved your hands to your lap and anxiously started fiddling with your finger nails in attempt to mask any nervousness you might have acquired under the boys scrutinizing stare. It felt completely irrational to be this nervous, the two of you were no strangers to skinship. The gentle hand-holding during shopping trips, childish playfights that often led to spontaneous naps on the dorm couch, wrapping each other in silent embraces during times of stress of upset. All those moments never felt like anything more than harmless affection between friends. Perhaps you were overthinking things you mused to yourself, romanticizing over a reflex that was intensified by the thrill of shooting stars.

As if reading your thoughts, Taehyung casually moved his hands, placing them over your busy hands to steady them, lacing his fingers warm fingers through yours. A shiver ran through your body at the contact. Swallowing hard, you prayed that it wasn’t noticeable, but of course it was obvious. “Are you cold?” he mused, already moving himself closer to you. Not trusting yourself to speak for fear of a trembling voice you shook your head and looked up towards the sky. Far too distracted to pay any attention to what was happening up there, but hoping you could give off the illusion you were unfazed. Taehyung shuffled a bit, removing his jacket, you considered protesting but thought it would be best to let him believe you were shivering from the cold than for any other reason. Taehyung wrapped the warm fleecy jacket around your shoulders, his palms running up and down your arms, his attempt to comfort you from the cold only made more hairs stand up on the back of your neck. “Feeling better?” he questioned, his breath tickled your neck, his lips dangerously close to your ear like they were earlier. You closed your eyes momentarily, trying to compose yourself. When your lids opened heavily, the view of the sky had become hazy. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Taehyung chewing on his lip; a habit of his when he was deep in thought, as he contemplated a spot of skin under your ear. “How romantic of you” you whispered feebly, trying to sound nonchalant to break the ice but regretting it instantly. You heard Taehyung inhale sharply, and exhale a stifled laugh “You don’t make the romantic moments easy Y/N.” he murmured almost tenderly in defeat, his fingers grazing your jaw as he tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear. Worried about the direction this conversation was taking you hesitantly turned your head to face him, “I was being sarcas-” you frowned as you tried to correct yourself. Instead your words were cut short as Taehyung pressed his soft lips tentatively to yours with an unexpected eagerness. You gasped in surprise, and for the briefest of moments you considered pulling away. But within one achingly heavy heartbeat your eyes closed and your lips automatically began moving against the delicate ones touching yours. Earning a broken hitch in Taehyung breath as a response before he sighed into the kiss. You felt his grip on your arm relax as his other hand ran smoothly along your shoulder, feather light up your neck, finally stopping to cup your face in his palm. He deepened the kiss quickly, almost desperately, running a rough fingertip along your jawline. One of your hands made their way around the back of his neck, your fingers stroking the short hairs at the nape of his neck, urging him closer as you reflexively sucked on his bottom lip, tugging it gently between yours.

As if stung by a static shock Taehyung flinched back, making a low sound somewhere between a gasp and a moan. His hands suddenly placed on each of your shoulders, almost holding you at arm’s length. Opening your eyes in confusion, the sight in front of you was more incredible than witnessing a million falling stars. Taehyungs’ hair appeared more tousled than before, his lips pinker and plumper, panting uneven breaths, dark eyes glazed over in a dreamy daze as they searched your face for any sign of regret. Surprisingly, you were the one to speak first “What’s wrong?” you asked, the confidence in your voice sounding unusual to you. Clearly it surprised Taehyung as well, as his dropped to his lap, his eyebrows raised slightly, blinking at you a few times before laughing breathlessly. You weren’t sure if it was a laugh of relief of nervousness. A wave of embarrassment washed over you. What if he regretted kissing you? A blush crept along your cheeks as you ran a hand shakily through your hair to ground yourself. What if you took it too far? “Oh God, it was a mistake, wasn’t it?” you half choked, half laughed, “I’m sorry, I got very, very carried away” you continued, readying yourself to leave. “Wait, What? Hold on Y/N”. Taehyungs’ voice raised in pitch, eyes wide, and in a flash his hands went to your wrists, pulling you back in front of him, his stare intense. “That wasn’t a mistake. I’ve been tryin-, I’ve been meani-” he cleared his throat, collecting his thoughts, his gaze soft and calm “I’ve wanted to do that for so long, I just wasn’t sure if you would kiss me back. That was until I noticed you staring at me before. I don’t know why but it gave me a boost of confidence, but still-” he paused, “I definitely wasn’t expecting you to kiss me back like that” he confessed coolly, a smug smile replacing any other emotion from his features. Staring at him in disbelief you laughed bashfully, freeing your hands from Tae’s grip to cover your face out of shyness. “I think I’m gonna be the one to kill you and bury you in the woods at this rate Taehyung” you mumbled awkwardly between your fingers. Rubbing your face as if you could wipe away how stupid you felt for jumping to conclusions. “I’d rather you didn’t, I haven’t waited for four years to kiss you only for you to murder me in my moment of bliss”. You looked up at the boy in front of you, his goofy box smile making your heart flutter restlessly, “That’s disgustingly cheesy Tae” you complained, pushing his shoulder. Taehyung simply chuckled and pulled you closer towards him, any awkwardness disappearing as the atmosphere between you two returned to its usual familiarity, just with more affection. “I’ll take that as an acceptance of my confession then” he whispered into the crook of your neck. All you could do was roll your eyes and giggle as he nuzzled his nose against your skin.

[lady-nevermore]

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YOUR STEREOTYPICAL MASCULINE SIDE:

you love hoodies.   you love shorts (only when I’m lounging around at home or if I’m sleeping, even during the Winter time...don’t judge me, I know I’m weird) lol xD dogs are better than cats.  it’s hilarious when people get hurt.   shopping is torture. (It can be, but if it’s like for nerdy stuff or grocery shopping, I don’t mind, anything else than that, then yeah, tis a pain). sad movies suck. you own a car racing game. you played with hot wheels cars as a kid.   at some point in time you wanted to be a fire fighter. you owned a ds, ps2, n64, or sega. (N64 and Gamecube, both of which I still have, and my beloved gamecube still works so yay)! ^-^ you used to be obsessed with power rangers. you have watched sports on tv. gory movies are cool. you go to your dad for advice. you own like a trillion baseball caps.   you used to collect hockey or baseball cards (football). baggy sweats are cool to wear. it’s kinda weird to have sleepovers with a bunch of people. (my social anxiety makes this concept hella uncomfortable to me, but idk). green, black, red, blue, or silver are one of your favourite colours. you love to go crazy and not care what people think. sports are fun.   you talk with food in your mouth (I move all my food in my mouth to like one cheek, like a squirrel/chipmunk, in order to talk, I try not to make this a habit, but yeah....I know I’m weird) lol ^^; you sleep with your socks on at night (most times, not all the times but most times, but in order to avoid the monsters under the bed, don’t judge me)! lol x) you have fished at least once (around 4 times with my cousins and uncle, I even caught like 2 fishes once, it was fun). 

YOUR STEREOTYPICAL FEMININE SIDE:

you love to shop. you wear eyeliner (I used to a lot when was a teenage, I could still pull it off i guess, but I haven’t done it in a while, been sorta lazy). you wear the color pink. you go to your mom to talk. you consider cheerleading a sport. you hate wearing the color black. you like going to the mall. (meh sometimes I guess, but I don’t make a habit of it). meh idk you like getting manicures and/or pedicures.   you like wearing jewelry. (does my nerdy jewelry/pendants count?) lol x) you cried watching the notebook.   dresses are a big part of your wardrobe. shopping is one of your favorite hobbies (only when it comes to shopping for nerdy stuff). :D you don’t like the movie star wars.   you are/were in gymnastics. it takes you around one hour to shower, get dressed, and make-up. (listen I blame my wild hispanic/mexican, natural-born curly, black-colored untamable beast of mane, hair....see everyone on my dad’s side of the family has curly hair, and mine is so exception and i love it, don’t get me wrong......but it will frizz easily, it will get tangled easily, it will shed, and it’s such a massive bitch when it comes to untangling split-ends....need to use hair-conditioner constantly, and even then it still stubbornly misbehaves, Tis why i tend to wear a ponytail most often. *le sigh*  you smile a lot more than you should. you have more than 10 pairs of shoes. you care about what you look like. you like wearing dresses when you can. you like wearing high heel shoes. you used to play with dolls as little kid you like putting make-up on others. you like being the star of everything.

APPEARANCE:

i am shorter than 5’5”. i have scars. (I have a a couple mostly cause I’m clumsy and I’d fall a lot when I Was playing as a kid), got a small one on the left side of my forehead, one on the left side of my inner palm, a couple on my fingers, porb one on my knee), but yeah mostly cuz I was such a clutz as a youngling. lol ^^; i tan easily. i wish my hair was a different color. i have friends who have never seen my natural hair color. i have a tattoo. i am self-conscious about my appearance. i’ve had/have braces. i’ve been told i’m attractive by a complete stranger. i have more than two piercings. i have/had piercings in places besides my ears.

EXPERIENCES:

i’ve gotten lost in my city (I have no fucking sense of direction and get disoriented easily whenever i get lost). heh ^^; i’ve seen a shooting star. i’ve wished on a shooting star. i’ve seen a meteor shower. i’ve gone out in public in my pajamas. i’ve pushed all the buttons on an elevator. i’ve kicked a guy where it hurts. i’ve been to a casino. i’ve been skydiving. i’ve gone skinny-dipping. i’ve drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour. i’ve crashed a car. i’ve been skiing. i’ve been in a musical. i’ve caught a snowflake or snow on my tongue. i’ve seen the northern lights. i’ve sat on a rooftop at night. i’ve played a prank on someone. i’ve ridden in a taxi. i’ve seen the rocky horror picture show. i’ve eaten sushi. i’ve been snowboarding.

HONESTY/CRIME:

i’ve done something i promised someone else i wouldn’t. i’ve done something i promised myself i wouldn’t. i’ve snuck out. i’ve lied to my parents about where i am.   i’ve cheated while playing a game. i’ve ran a red light. i’ve witnessed a crime. i’ve been in a fist fight. i’ve been arrested.

DEATH AND SUICIDE:

i’m afraid of dying i hate funerals i’ve seen someone/something dying. someone close to me has attempted/committed suicide. i’ve written a eulogy for myself.

RANDOM:

i can sing well. stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant. i open up to others easily (depends, it’s half and half for me......sometimes I open-up easily, sometimes I prefer to keep to myself for a bit, like i said it depends on how i’m feeling at the time). i watch the news. (yes and no, if it’s sometime’s i’ll catch myself watching the news, sometime I don’t bother). i don’t kill bugs. i sing in the shower. (I used to, but i haven't done that in ages). I hum nowadays....but maybe I should try to sing in the shower, it’s been a while after all. lol x) i am a morning person. (early mornings sure that or I’m a night owl) lol x) i paid for a cell phone ring tone. i am a sports fanatic. i twirl my hair. i care about grammar (it used bother the crap outta me when I was a teen, now i could sorta care less I guess). lol ^^; i have “?”’s in my screen name. i’ve copied more than 30 cds in a day. i bake well my favorite color is either white, yellow, pink, red, blue, black, purple, or orange. i would wear pajamas to school. i like martha stewart. i know how to shoot a gun. i laugh at my own jokes (sometimes) lol xD i eat fast food weekly. i’ve not turned anything in and still got an A in a certain class. i can’t sleep if there is a spider/cockroach in the room. (Christ, no - fuck that)!!!!! Nope Nope Nope Nope. D: i am ticklish. i love white chocolate (its good, but dark chocolate is my fave)! :D i bite my nails (tis why I tend to keep them trimmed/short). ^^; i’m good at remembering faces. i’m good at remembering names. i’m good at remembering dates. i honestly have no idea what i want to do for the rest of my life. (I mean my goal is to become a teacher, but what if that doesn’t work out, the uncertainty of not knowing scares me).