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As someone with a much larger vocabulary than the average American (due to various factors, but personally I attribute this to the terrible American education system more than anything else), Iâve genuinely considered starting to screen record while Iâm writing essays for college as proof that Iâm not using ai to cheat, unless you count spell check as ai. Which I donât, and any sane person wouldnât either.
AI checkers are faulty at best and genuinely broken beyond comprehension at worst. I lean towards the worst side of the scale. There have been countless cases of these things just flat out not working, whether thatâs through false positives or not catching actual ai use.
I think the worst or maybe just weirdest case Iâve seen was a situation where one of my friendâs classmates got flagged for ai use because they included a block quote that the checker decided was suspicious. A fucking quote. Ya know, the one thing in an essay that you donât write yourself.
Insanity.
I hadnât heard about this trend of ai checkers forcing people to dumb down their words leading to actual published works being dumbed down before. I mean, I knew about the results, but Iâd assumed that it was caused by the general trend of the American populous getting âdumberâ. By which I mean that each year there are statically more people graduating with lower reading levels/worse understanding of how things like science and math work. Itâs not their fault, the American education system is deeply flawed and underfunded more and more every year and far too many parents let iPads raise children instead of actually parenting. And the iPad baby bit is making things even worse year by year as more and more content for kids (and adults) is ai generated. Itâs much more complicated than that, but Iâm not about to go into minutia over this in a tumblr post.
The general trend toward content (including published books) being dumbed down is caused by a lot of factors. Pressure from publishers and higher ups, ai, the general lower standards of pre-college education (and college too, but less so for now), being raised by the internet, the fact that the internet is so consumed by ai and it worsens every day, the list goes on.
Ai isnât the only source for these problems, but the fact remains that it is simultaneously the method being used to enforce the trend and most of the other sources can trace back their roots to AI in some way or another.
And frankly we canât do Jack shit about it. At least, we canât do anything to stop ai. Itâs far too late for that.
What we can do is try for now to make sure our own writing isnât mislabeled as AI, not by dumbing it down but rather by providing proof that you were the one to write it. We can make sure that when we have kids they donât get access to ai and that they are raised by a human, not by a computer. We can try to help schools get more funding. We can rate books that havenât been dumbed down higher than ones than have, and maybe even message publishers to tell them that they are idiots if they think their readers want something written so boringly.
We canât stop generative ai, but we can learn how to coexist with it.
#ai is so fucking complicated#trying to talk about it at all is impossible because someone will inevitably come in screaming that youâre wrong#like no shit Jackie; ai is like fuckin bacteria#it has so many different forms that itâs impossible to call ai good or bad#some bakteria will kill me; some Iâll die without; some is just vibing and doesnât affect me at all#ai is the same way#but hereâs the thing Jackie; that doesnât mean I cant hate the bakteria that kills me just because some of its family members are chill#so yeah I hate this kind of ai#if I could kill it then I would do so without hesitation#man I miss the pre nft and âweb3â days#fuckin web3#despise that shit#any guy that supports/uses that shit and/or listens to Andrew Tate and alpha bro podcasts is such a red flag#I lump those together because they are the same person in my experience#wouldnât surprise me if a lot of those podcasts get at least partially written by ai
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Jeez Louise This is a Mess
Sleepy King (Nenna edition) Master Post
Apologies in advance, I'm not very familiar with John Constantine, trying to do anything from his perspective is definitely an unwise decision. I have chosen it anyway. He's almost definitely OOC.
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John watched the Fentons and the mayor just saunter through the brand new hole in the mayorâs wall like this was just a normal Friday for them. Considering how weird the town was as a whole, it probably was. And he meant that by the old meaning of the word and as literal as one could possibly interpret it. Heâd never been anywhere where the veil was so thin over such a large area, with ĂŠther so thick in the air of course it was affecting the locals. Probably had something to do with whoever or whatever had cloaked the whole town.
John turned to Tall Dark and Broody, âSo, what happened to all the bugs and trackers you put on them originally?â
Batsy frowned, âDannyâs are still in the Fenton residence, expected since he clearly changed his clothes. His parentsâ trackers and bugs all went offline not long after arriving home, the ones I placed inside the residence are malfunctioning.â
âAnd thatâs not the least bit suspicious?â John asked.
âItâs incredibly suspicious,â Batsy said with a completely straight face before turning and also walking right out the brand new hole. âI suggest you actually use the comm I gave you earlier, theyâre explaining the situation to Masters.â
Unfortunately Mr. Gargles Gravel for Breakfast had a point, John sighed and did put in the comm, though he knew it would be spotty with the use of magic to follow the group. Batsy and Wonder Woman could follow however they liked, John did not have the energy for that.
The comms were staticky, cutting in and out even without Johnâs abuse of the thin veil to quick step around town. Not surprising, the amount of pure death magic radiating off the two dead-alive people in that tank would be enough to mess with most electronics even if the veil werenât practically non-existent.
âSomehow this place feels cozy,â Boston commented as he followed John.
âYou would think so.â
The conversation on the comm was getting worse, the bugs were clearly slowly giving up the ghost. John only caught a few words here and there, and those were only because they were Ghost Speak, something that shouldnât be possible for flesh and blood mouths to speak. Itâs just bits and pieces, names and titles mostly, but if heâs understanding this rightâŠ
âHuh, that may change the situation a bit.â
âWhat are you going on about?â Boston asked.
âIt sounds like Pariah isnât the Ghost King anymore. But Batsyâs bugs are losing the war against ĂŠther, so when we get there youâre gonna need to go spy on them.â
âWill that work?â
âTry to keep out of sight, but even if you get caught the worst theyâll do is kick you out. Undead solidarity.â
Boston grumbled, but when John met back up with Batsy and Wonder Woman staring through a window right to where the group was talking, Boston did as he was asked and slipped right through the wall and inside. John cast a quick spell to spy through Boston.
Boston floated slowly into the room, seemingly becoming braver as the Fentons looked right past him without reacting. Unfortunately, he got a little too close to the one person in the room that could definitely see him. The kid jumped out of his seat in surprise.
âDon't sneak up on me like that!â The kid whined as he picked himself up off the floor. Then he froze, eyes glaring at Boston. âHow did you sneak up on me? You didn't activate my ghost sense at all.â
âOh, you can see me? And ghost sense?â
âYou don't know who I am?â
âUh⊠Daniel Fenton?â
âWell yes, but ghosts don't usually call me that.â
âThen what do they call you?â
âHow about you tell me your name first?â
âIâm Deadman.â
The kid burst into laughter. âAre you for real?â
âDanny, is it Youngblood?â The sister asked.
âHuh?â The kid looked to his older sister, then back to Boston. He gestured, âYou can't see him?â
The Fentons all shook their heads.
The creepy mayor came back into the room holding a cardboard box, knocking a thin layer of dust from the top. âHere it is!â He looked up and frowned. âWho are you, and why are you in my home?â
âIâm Deadman and Iâm uh⊠lost?â
âHe didn't set off my ghost sense,â the kid added. He turned back to Boston, âAre you even a ghost?â
Batman, whoâd spent the last few minutes getting into the perfect position while he waited for the most dramatic moment chose then to crash through the window. John started cursing as he rushed to climb in after the loon, already prepping a spell. The moment he had a clear line of sight he shot off the revelation spell at the kid.
It did⊠well not much.
Really about all it did was give the kid a couple extra accessories. He expected them, but he also expected it to somehow reveal the kidâs undead status too. Make him look all glowy and ghostly like he had when heâd first arrived last night, because John was pretty sure the kid hadnât been kidnapped after all. Or at least not how they originally assumed, he was pretty sure some spirits considered an unwilling summons a kidnapping.
Still, there the crown was. Just floating over the kidâs head, toxic green ĂŠther flames around it like a death energy aurora. And like any teenager the kid seemed completely oblivious, having to be told the crown was even there. Once he got a hand on it though he said something odd, âOkay, crown retrieved.â
John just tucked his hands in his pockets, waiting to see what they were doing. Why did they think they needed to find the crown?
âWe may have a problem,â The creepy mayor said as he pulled an identical crown from his cardboard box.
âWhat.â The kid looked back and forth between the crown in his hand and the one in the creeperâs. âWhy are there two?â
And, well, John agreed. Why the fuck were there two? He already started muttering an identification spell as the kid turned to him.
âWhat did you do?!â
âI didn't do anything,â John protested, âthat was purely an identification spell, it can't duplicate things!â
âWell clearly you did something wrong,â The kidâs mom said while glaring at the him.
Of course things got dicey after that, the kid and the creepy mayor got into a fight over the second crown, things turned into a right mess, and John was quite content to let them squabble among themselves. He moved to go stand next to Batsy and Wonder Woman, Boston with him, waiting to see how this went.
Of course the tussle then turned into fighting over the ring on the kidâs finger, still blaming John for just revealing the crown and ring the kid had apparently had this whole time.
âAlright, thatâs enough. Shut up!â John may have put a bit of intent into that, and it worked beautifully. The whole group stopped and stared at him, finally shutting up. The parents managed to get between the kid and the creeper, each one still with one of the crowns.
The crowns he now knew were both, somehow, legitimate.
John pointed at the kid, âJust call the crown, itâll listen.â
The kid gave him a disbelieving look. âOh sure, Iâll just,â he hunched forward a little bit, clapped his hands, and whistled like he was calling a dog, âhere Crowny, Crowny, Crowny.â
For a brief moment nothing happened, then the creeper mayor jerked forward as the crown yanked itself from his hand. It went to go join the other crown floating over the kidâs head, one of them grew wider so the other could nestle inside it, both spinning in place but in opposite directions.
Everyone was staring at the display.
âWhat uh⊠what are they doing?â The kid asked nervously.
âThey⊠like each other?â The sister asked skeptically.
âGreat, wonderful, fabulous, just what I need in my life.â The kid sighed and turned to glare at John. âWhat. Did. You. DO?!â
âI didnât do shit,â John replied, much to the parentsâ combined horror. âLooks like somehow theyâre both legit, my best guess is one of them isnât from this timeline.â
âOh,â the sister said, grabbing everyoneâs attention. âThe Nasty Burger explosion happened after the fight with the king, right?â
âThe what?â the kidâs parents asked.
âOh,â the kid responded, âIâm starting to see why the council of eyeballs hates my guts.â
And wasnât that a concerning sentence. John desperately needed a drink, thankfully he had a flask on him and chose that moment to take a swig. âAlright, so there should be a second ring too, no point leaving that on Darkâs finger in case he gets out again.â
âVlad did it,â the kid said while pointing at the creeper.
âExcuse me!â Creeper actually put a hand to his neck, like some fainting Victorian lady.
âVlad tried to steal the ring and crown, so he let Dark out of the sarcophagus and I had to go clean up his mess, like always.â The kid glared at the creeper, it was starting to paint a really concerning picture.
âIâm sure Vladdie was just trying to keep these powerful artifacts safe,â the kidâs dad said loudly and happily. Yeah, there was the concerning picture again.
âIâd believe it if all he took was the ring, but the crown was safely sealed away with Pariah and he let the guy out to steal it.â
âJust call the ring,â John said gruffly.
âHere Ragey, Ragey, Ragey.â The kid whistled and clapped his hands again. The ring showing up on the kidâs other hand was expected, the glowing green hell hound that came sprinting through the wall and practically tackled the kid wasnât. âCujo! Hi! Whoâs a good puppy?!â
Keeriest, John needed a stiffer drink.
#nenna writes#sleepy king#dpxdc#danny phantom#fanfic#fanfiction#dc comics#dc stands for disregard canon#justice league
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these three little words | fred g. weasley
summary: four times fred told you he loved you and one time he truly meant it word count: 3.6k masterlist
âYouâre the most annoying person Iâve ever met.â
Fred put a hand on his heart while saying, âYou wound me greatly.â
Rolling your eyes, you kept walking, leaving him behind, âAnd yet you are still alive and well just to annoy me.â
Behind you, you could hear him snickering to himself before he caught up with you.
âJust you, my darling,â he told you, putting his arm around your shoulder, âbesides, all I said was that your sudden interest in Potions was quite suspicious. For some unknown reason I doubt that you do it for George and me.â
He put his mouth close to your ear, his hot breath tickling your cheek and the sudden closeness made it hard for you to comprehend the next words he whispered, âOne might wonder if some specific professor has anything to do with that.â
It took you a moment, but you finally realized what he meant.
âAre you seriously accusing me of fancying Snape? Snape of all people? Sickening,â you shouted as you pushed him away from you with a revolted expression. âThat thought alone makes me want to throw up in your face.â
âNow, now, donât be so vulgar. Snape is awkwardly handsome, quite old and wise. Maybe he could teach you some things,â he started winking suggestively at you before breaking in a laughing fit.
All you could was stare at him, horrified by the idea alone.
This whole conversation only sparked because you mentioned your studyâs that were related to potion making. Which you only took up, to help out with new creations in relation to Fred, and George, of course.
Maybe he wasnât that far off with the whole fancying idea, he just confused the person you fancied.
âDo you hear that?â he asked abruptly, a serious look on his face, that made your stomach twist in an uncomfortable way.
âWhat?â you asked, still annoyed but also a bit nervous. You werenât that far away from the forbidden forest and you never knew what kind of creatures were luring in the shadows.
âI thought I heard,â he paused for a moment, suspension rising, âwedding bells.â
âMerlin, youâre a git,â you moaned.
You swiftly turned away from him and crossed your arms, more annoyed with him and his stupid jokes. Quickly you started walking, trying to get away from him.
Maybe it was your attitude or maybe he just realized that you were done with his jokes at the moment but he immediately went after you.
When he caught up with, he again put his arm on your shoulder, before saying, âAw, come on. You know I was just joking.â
Ignoring him, you kept on walking in the direction of the castle. You werenât bothered by his jokes, not really. Itâs Fred youâre talking about here, he does not mean any harm â at least not to you.
You were also not upset by his little scare, or maybe a little bit. To be honest, you were not quite sure why you were so agitated currently.
Maybe it was the fact that you spent your free time studying, just for him, and George of course. But mostly for Fred. And all he could do is make a mockery out of it just so he doesnât have to deal with real feelings.
Because you knew, that he was overwhelmed when you told him your studies were a way of helping him and George with their products. Fred wasnât someone who asked for help, heâd rather deal with his problems on his own. But he also knew that accepting offered help wasnât a weakness, especially when it came from you.
You recognized it in the way he got quiet for a moment, avoiding looking at you, his cheeks turning a shade of pink, before starting to joke around.
It was a typical Fred reaction.
âDonât be like that, darling. I love you, donât ignore me,â he murmured, pressing his lips against the side of your head.
Sometimes you wondered if he knew, when he said things like that but you were aware of the fact that he only saw you as a friendâhe had made that clear numerous times.
âIâll stop ignoring you if you stop joking about me and Snape,â you told him.
He held up his hands in surrender, âDeal.â Grinning at you, he linked his arm with yours, continuing the way up the hill towards the castle.
After a beat of silence, he interrupted it by saying, âBut be honest with me, you fancy him at least a tiny bit, right?â
This time, when you pushed him away, you couldnât help yourself and let out a laugh at his stupid joke.
&
Nights like these were your favorite.
Sitting in Gryffindor common room that was buzzing with conversation, around the fireplace with the people who felt like home to you, and Fred, who was so much more.
All the jokes, the laughter and the love that was shared between you made it sometimes difficult to deem this your lifeâit felt too good to be true.
Angelina was just retelling the story of how her newest fling asked her out, right after he won his quidditch game. The whole school witnessed that slightly awkward scene, but Angelina was head over heels about this public display of affection.
You could see that George was not so fond of these news, he was averting his gaze and seemed to obviously be more than annoyed at Angelinaâs pawning about this handsome Hufflepuff boy.
If only George would tell her how he felt, but who were you to judge, considering you could not even tell your best friend about your feelings.
Georgeâs behavior seemed to be obvious to anyone but Angelina, but Lee was the one to finally put George out of his misery and interrupt her speech, âI canât even fathom what rid that guy to do all that in public.â
Angelina rolled her eyes, while everyone else laughed. âMaybe the fact that he knows what a woman wants?â she said, raising her eyebrow at you, clearly looking for support on this matter.
But you were the wrong one to address, because you couldnât imagine anything more horrifying than somebody confessing their love for you in front of everyone.
âI understand that you like that kind of thing, but me personally, I think I would die of embarrassment. I donât want my love to be so out in the open, at the end of the day itâs only between me and that person,â you told her, giving her an apologetic smile.
While trying to convey your thoughts on that matter, you couldnât help yourself but let your mind wander to the person you always thought about these days it felt like.
Fred was sitting right next to you, but he was not his usual loud and joking self. There was something weighing on his mind and you wished you could just crawl inside it to find out what was wrong.
But you could not, so all you could do was lean to his side and quietly ask him, âAre you alright?â
Your words seemed to have pulled him out of his thoughts, because his eyes locked on yours, he was quiet for a moment, taking his time to think about his answer. He seemed to find it in your face, because he slowly began to grin before jumping out of his seat, interrupting George who was just talking enthusiastically.
Even with everyoneâs eyes on him, he seemed to have only eyes for you.
âOh, dearest lady of mine heart!â he exclaimed, striding toward you with a grand sweep of his arm. The room fell silent, a few chuckles escaping from his friends as he carried on with exaggerated passion.
He took your hand, eyes glinting with mischief as he dropped to one knee. âThou art as radiant as the morning sun that doth chase away the drear of night,â he intoned, voice dramatic and thick with feigned longing. âMight I but win a single glance of thy affection, my soul would soar higher than the castle towers!â
You bit back a grin, feeling your cheeks heat up as everyone laughed, watching Fred carry on his theatrical performance.
He leaned in, lowering his voice just a touch. âAh, fair lady, dost thou know what torment âtis to sit beside thee, with no claim upon thy heart?â His tone softened, eyes suddenly more serious than playful. âFor, alas, thou hast bewitched me in ways I can scarce confess.â
Someone whistled, and George called out, âGo on, Freddie! Pour your heart out!â
With a smirk, Fred straightened and gave a bow. âThen, my fair one, grant me but a single smile, and I shall know all is well with my heartâfor it beats for thee alone.â
&
You were staring holes into the ceiling, wide awake.
That wasnât a rarity these days.
The impending war was hanging over your head, the uncertainty these days was keeping you up most nights nowadays. Never knowing if the next day would arrive with word of the beginning of the end.
You were staying at the Burrow, a house that has always felt like a safe place, a second home, to you. Lately it didnât feel as secure as it used to, only the people occupying the space giving it the feeling of a home.
People were scared and though you tried not to show it, you were too.
Sleep was not going to come, you were sure of that. It has come worse and worse in the last few weeks.
That was the reason for why you would spend most nights in at the porch, looking out at the trees until the sun would rise and the rest of the house would wake up.
Some nights Fred would catch you up, not being able to rest himself, so heâd keep you company for a while, until sooner or later falling asleep on the floor next to you.
He would sometimes try to lighten the mood, trying to get you to laugh. Trying to put a smile on your lips, to make these times feel less daunting. And other times he would just sit in silence next to you, watching the sunrise. Thatâs when you would know that even Fred himself was struggling with being hopeful.
But you would never talk about it, because that would mean that this was real. The possibility of death and loss might not just be that â a possibility.
This night was different than the others and you couldnât quite pinpoint why that was.
Maybe the reason was, that Fred was already out of bed. Normally you would be the first to come downstairs and he would soon after follow. Sometimes you would swear that he would just listen for your footsteps down the hallway, before he would emerge from his room.
This time when you walked down the stairs, you saw that the side door was slightly open.
When you walked by the kitchen window, you could see Fred sitting outside, staring at the night sky.
He did not acknowledge your presence when you took a seat next to him. All he did was continue to stare at the stars that shone so brightly, even in times like these, looking deep in thought.
After a few minutes of silence, his quiet question was a startling reminder that this fight was taking a constant toll on everyone, even the ones filled with happiness.
âDonât you wish that it would all just end?â
You did not expect a question like this from him, the one person in this world that always had a hopeless optimism, no matter how bad things looked, he was the one that always said that things can only get better, even with a dagger in his heart.
There was no answer, that you could give him. At least not one, that he did not already know himself.
After a long moment of silence, where you admired the clear night-sky, you told him in a soft voice, âThe stars are beautiful tonight.â
âYes, yes they are,â he agreed, but when you looked over at him, his gaze wasnât directed towards the sky, no, it was directed at you.
All you could do was stare back at him, and listen to the beating of your heart. You swore, if you stopped breathing, you could also pick up the beat of his.
âI love you,â he whispered and the beating of your heart stopped, for only a second, âYouâre my best friend.â
How strange it was to feel anything at all.
&
You were bleeding.
A few moments before, you got hit, you think, you couldnât remember when it happened exactly.
All you could do was to keep going, ignoring the humming pain at your side. The adrenaline pumping in your veins was keeping you from thinking clearly, acknowledging the deep wound.
The one and only thing that was on your mind, was Fred.
Ever since you heard his name leaving someoneâs lips, mentioning that he was hurt, severely, all you could do was look for him in every face that laid on the ground. So many bodies, so many souls that have left before their time.
You felt guilty, that every time you did not see his face on any of the bodies, you felt a sense of relief.
With every turn you took, people were trying desperately to make it out alive. It was a miracle that you were even still alive at this point, with the way you were running past Death Eaters without a care in the world.
It was in the Great Hall where you finally found him, sitting on one of the gurneys.
Without a second thought, you ran towards him, engulfing him in your arms, needing to make sure that he was real and not just a figment of your imagination. There was too much demise for you not to consider that you yourself have already passed.
But when Fred put his arms around you and pulled you against his body you knew that this was real, because it hurt like hell. He was pressing against the wound on your side and you were hurting him too, you must be, given the state he was in. But not any of this mattered when you felt so secure in his arms.
âWhat were you thinking?â you muttered in his neck, not wanting to let go of him, âYou could be dead.â
Fredâs ghost of a laugh brushed the skin of your cheek, leaving a haunted touch. His response to your worries was unconcerned, âIâm not.â
His carelessness made you push him from you, turning your head to the side, so he couldnât catch a glimpse of the tears welling in your eyes when you whispered, âBut you couldâve been.â
The realization hit you at once. There was a sudden urge to just scream your soul out, as you acknowledged that there was a possibility that you could not be sitting here with Fred.
But you did not lash out, no, you broke down. The adrenaline rush and the fear of losing Fred was leaving your body at once and you began crying, not being able to hold them in any longer.
There were so many emotions you were feeling in this moment, guilt for not staying with Fred, anger at anyone who harmed him, and panic for everything you have endured to still be alive.
Fred reached out his hand, taking ahold of yours, muttering sweet nothings to you, âIâm okay, hey, Iâm okay.â But you wouldnât hear it, even if his words rang true. The idea of finding a lifeless Fred in the Great Hall was still to raw. All he could do to comfort you, was to hold you, and he did as he continued to whisper, âIâm right here, alive and breathing.â
You heard his words but you did not recognize them, too caught up with sorting through the mess of your mind. But his next words finally got through to you, because he confessed with a low voice and a soft smile, âI love you too much to just leave you like that.â
Only a few moments later, he noticed the blood on your shirt, a fearful expression on his face as he saw your exhausted eyes, yelling out, âI need a healer. Now!â
&
Something shifted between the two of you after the war, you could feel it in the air, almost being able to touch it with your bare hands.
It was in the way he looked at you, like you would vanish the moment he looked away, and the way he touched you, the way he refused to let go of you, like he feared that you might fade away from his life.
As if he wasnât the one that couldâve almost slipped away from you.
Maybe it was a reassurance to him, to feel that he was still here, alive and breathing.
To you it was torture. Never before has he been so close to you, yet so far. It was cruel, if you were being honest.
You had taken on the responsibility of helping out with the shop, with Fred healing and George being overwhelmed with the workload, it only made sense.
That was at least what you told yourself. The whole truth was, that you too were scared that if you only for a second turned around that he would be gone. That it had all only been a dream, and Fred had not survived the war but had succumbed to his injuries.
But he had.
It was a day like the one before, you sat next to Fred in the office after the shop had closed, looking over some of the paperwork.
You worked in silence next to one another, but all you fixate on was the way his thigh was plastered on your thigh, the way his arm was pressing right into your arm. It was hard to tell where you began and he ended, everything was blended together and you loathed it.
You hated it, because it was everything you ever wanted, but it looked wrong, misshapen.
âWhen I was talking to George earlier, he asked if you were staying over again, I told him that you were,â he mumbled, not looking up from his work.
That had been another thing that had been creeping into your new everyday without you noticing it at first. You spend most of your time at their flat, only going to yours to get the mail and water your plants, that were slowly rotting away with the amount of times you were actually around to take care of them.
Like so many other things, it had been unspoken. An unspoken agreement between you, that was just there.
Just like it had been unspoken that you would no longer spend the night on the living room sofa and instead on Fredâs bed, when he saw the uncomfortable sleep you would have on that sofa. Which was not completely true, because it wasnât the sofa keeping you awake, it was the nightmares.
It was a day like this, long ago, when instead of letting you go left to the living room, he gently took your hand and lead you into his room. Neither of you said a word, when you got ready for bed. You just laid down together, taking comfort in one another, while holding onto each other.
You did not talk about, how you slept better together, or how the nightmares were fewer now. That was just another thing that sneaked its way into your everyday routine.
So when you walked up the stairs into his flat, that felt more like home to you than your own home, you did not say anything, because it was just the way things were now.
And you did not say anything, when you two stood in his tiny bathroom and undressed for bed, because it was just the way things were now.
And you did not say anything, when you crawled into his bed, onto your side, because it was just the way things were now.
But when he put his arms around you, and whispered those three words into your ear, like it was just a part of your new normal, you could not keep quiet any longer.
âDonât say that, please, donât say that. Not if you donât mean it,â you whimpered into the darkness of the night.
He tightened his grip on you, whispering âBut I do mean it.â
You were shaking, and with a raw throat you told him the truth, âNot in the way I want you to.â
âIn what way do you want me to mean it?â he asked, voice soft.
âIn every way.â
He put his lips on your neck, âI do, in every way.â
For the first time in, what felt like years, you finally let go. You let go of all that pain you endured over the years, all of the confusion and agonizing fear you felt. Sobbing into the arms of the man that you have loved, long before you even knew what love truly meant.
And all he did, was hold you together, so you could fall apart, continuing to whisper these words in your ear.
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What's A Soulmate? Part 6
In which things are made official (finally)
Warnings: little angst, social media posts Pairing: Lando Norris x SainzSister!reader Word Count: 1.4k words
- What's A Soulmate? - Part 1 - What's A Soulmate? - Part 2 - What's A Soulmate? - Part 2.5 - What's a Soulmate? - Part 3 - What's a Soulmate? - Part 4 - What's a Soulmate? - Part 5 - Master List
Monaco May 2024
Sunlight streams in through the partially parted curtains of Landoâs bedroom the next morning. Your entire body is warm, wrapped up in the thick duvet that covers his king sized bed. The soft cotton of the t-shirt Lando gave you last night brushes against your skin, not unlike the way he touched you last night.Â
He had just popped out to the cafe that was down the block from his apartment to get you breakfast, as he had absolutely nothing other than a few sweet potatoes in his fridge, one of which smelled suspiciously of vodka. The moment alone allowed you to fully soak in the sore feeling that radiated up from between your legs to the rest of your body. The delicious languid stretch that you felt when you moved even just the slightest bit reminded you of how Lando had played your body so well last night, like heâd been worshipping you for his entire life.Â
You lazily reach for your phone just as you hear the front door click open.
 âIâm back.â Lando calls out and you grin, enjoying the way your heart flutters at the sound of his voice, still a little gritty from sleep.Â
Instagram is your first choice, watching the private stories of your friends from last night, recapping what you had missed after you and Lando ditched the party. And then you come across a suggested post on your feed and your entire world stops for a moment.Â
âUhâŠLan?â Panic dances at the edge of your voice as stare at the photo.
âWhatâs wrong?â As he rounds the corner, you see heâs holding two to go coffee cups from the cafe thatâs down the street from his condo, a look of concern furrowing his brow when he sees the panicked look on your face.Â
You flip your phone around to show him the post youâd been sent by a friend in London this morning. Itâs a post from an F1 gossip account and itâs a picture from Lando taking you home last night, the two of you very obviously together as more than friends. Embarrassment flames at your cheeks as Lando crosses the room to take a look.
F1GossipNews: Fans in town for the Monaco Grand Prix this weekend caught some interesting shenanigans on the streets of Monte Carlo last night. McLaren driver Lando Norris was spotted outside the Hermitage Hotel last night with none other than Carlos Sainz's little sister and from the several reports we've recieved, they were looking VERY cozy together with Lando even carrying the Spanish McLaren employee at one point. As we all know, these two have been friends for years but have never outright confirmed that they were anything other than just that. We have to wonder what it'll take for these two to go public now??? user928 anyone who follows F1 knows that these two have been in love with each other for YEARS. Thank God they're finally realizing it themselves. user9827 i'll always feel bad for that one girl he dated a few years ago. it feels like there was always 3 people in that relationship. i guess she was right to be jealous >>>user8272 i always heard she was the cause of their breakup. confirmed ig. >>>user0388 oh come on, they've been broken up for TWO YEARS. get a life. touch some grass. user023828 MOM AND DAD MADE IT OFFICIAL. MY LIFE IS COMPLETE.
You hadnât had a chance to talk about what last night had meant yet and your heart hammered in your chest at the possible rejection. It was still possible that he changed his mind, wasnât it? That this morning while he had gone out to get breakfast, the space had given him a chance to have second thoughts. You knew that Lando was intensely private about his personal life, hating the way gossip accounts and fans sunk their teeth into any bit of gossip they could get their hands around.Â
Fans had tried to link the two of you early on when you were friends and Lando always got so angry when that particular rumor would start swirling again. How was he going to react now that this photo, where you both had been identified by name. Sure, you had shared that one photo of his hand low on your back last night but you couldnât see his face. This was different. There was a video too, attached to the gossip post and you could clearly hear his thick British accent and your unmistakable laugh floating through the background of the video.Â
Lando sits down at the foot of the bed with your phone in his had. A smirk plays on his face as he watches the video for the third time, hand reaching out to stroke your toes that now sit in his lap. When he looks up though, his smile fades and matches your anxious one.Â
âIâm sorry.â You whisper, tears threaten to spill.Â
Lando is fully confused by your reaction. âWhat do you have to be sorry about?âÂ
âThey caught us. I know how private you are, how you donât want to be linked to anyone unless itâs serious. I should have been more careful, Brenda is going to fucking kill me if you donât. Oh God, Lan. Iâm so sorry.â You ramble, twisting the sheets beneath you out of sheer anxiety. Â
You remember the rant he went off on before he had started officially dating the girl that ended up ripping you two apart. It had somehow been leaked to the press that they were together and Lando had felt pressured to make it official with her after that. What you didnât know was that it hadnât been the press that had made him feel pressured, it had been the girl. She had pushed and pushed, saying that it would ruin her reputation if nothing came of the gossip posts and he had just gone along with it.Â
âHey, thereâs no need to panic. Come here.â Lando reaches out to gather you up in his arms, smiling at the fact that youâre still wearing the t-shirt he had given you last night before you two fell asleep. âWhy are you freaking out? Itâs fine if the press publishes this stuff.âÂ
âI justâŠâ You struggle to comprehend what heâs saying to you. Heâs not mad? âI just know how much you hate the press in your private life. How angry you got when they found out aboutâŠher. We hadnât talked about what this means and I just didnât want you to feel forced or anything.âÂ
Lando pulls you further into his lap, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck. God, this was his favorite place now, with how soft the skin at your neck is and always smelling like your perfume no matter the time of day. He was so glad he got to fully indulge in it now and didnât have to hide how deep his feelings for you were.Â
âI do hate the press in my private life, youâre right but I also very much want to shout from the rooftops that I finally get to kiss the love of my life whenever I want. Iâm sorry if I didnât make it clear to you last night, but youâre it for me pretty girl.â He leans in then, brushing your temple with his lips before dragging them down the line of your jaw, fingers gripping at your hips to pull you even closer. âItâs always been you, pretty girl. Always. Be mine forever?â
âYou donât even have to ask, Lan. Iâve been yours for a long time now.â Â
If your heart could have exploded in your chest, you wouldnât have been surprised. You hadnât really known, hadnât really realized how much youâd needed to hear Lando say those words until now. Youâd spent the better part of five years shoving your feelings for him down so deep in a desperate attempt to accept the fact that maybe all you two would ever be was friends. It was dizzying knowing that that wasnât going to be the case now and you struggled to wrap your head around it.Â
âI canât go around telling you how much I love and adore you in private and hide those feelings in public. I donât want to.â To emphasize his point, he grabs his phone out of his back pocket and swipes to open Instagram. You watch with mild amusement as he scrolls through some of the photos he took last night before he lands on one where heâs got you slung over his shoulder, not unlike the gossip post, but this one is in his hallway after he took you home. He types out a caption before handing it over to you for your approval.Â
Laughter spills out of your lips as you read it before you look up at him. âThis is quite bold, are you sure you want to be thisâŠopen?âÂ
Lando nods, a smirk playing on his lips. âIâm about to be so obnoxious about the fact I finally landed you. How else is everyone in the paddock going to know youâre spoken for now? Max fucking Verstappen better stop texting you now or else Iâm going to run him into the bloody wall on Sunday.âÂ
âLando Norris!â You scold, swatting him on the shoulder while you both dissolve in giggles.Â
âGo on, I know you want to post something too. Although I suspect that story you posted last night of me and you in the elevator was what sparked people to look for other clues. Theyâve been trying to ship us for years.âÂ
You blush under the accusation but you know itâs all in good fun. Fear and anxiety gone from your body you reach for your phone again to make your own post. Lando gives his nod of approval and you both post the photos simultaneously and then grinning, you leave your phones in the bedroom as you enjoy the rest of your morning before you have to be on track later for media day.Â
You two didnât earn the nickname Chaos Gremlins for nothing. Â
LandoNorris Confirmed. (tagged: LittlestSainzSis, F1GossipNews) CarlosSainz you'd better take care of her or else you'll end up in a gravel pit. LittlestSainzSis love you darling >>>(liked by landonorris) McLaren IT'S ABOUT TIME >>>user928 even admin knew these two idiots were in love before they did. user0292 oh my GOD he tagged the gossip account. HAHAH >>>user92828 he is down BAD for our girl user0332 if you look closely in the background, you can see me laying down in the middle of the highway. >>>user928 srsly. this post called me single in seven different languages. user02828 god they're so hot together
LittlestSainzSis cat's out of the bag, ig ;) (tagged: LandoNorris) user0292 god they're perfect LandoNorris love you, pretty girl >>>(liked by littlestsainzsis) McLaren our favorite papaya couple finally official!! >>>user0383 admin's been rooting for this ship just as much as the rest of us. user029921 legit the hottest looking couple on the grid, fight me.
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Fall For Me (Poly! Sleep Token x Fem! Reader) - Pt. X
Hello hello! After a long time away I have finally returned! It's good to be back! Here's an update for the Eepy's, I hope you enjoy it!
WARNINGS: Mentions of injury and blood, suggestive comments
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âGot a second to talk?â
âYeah.â You respond after a moment of hesitation, your voice raspy with sleep. âYeah, let me just grab my coat.â You shove your feet into your boots. You glance at the group in your living room, silently telling them to stay put. All four of them looked ready to rush to your rescue without hesitation. But, if they got involved, it would only make the situation even riskier than it already could be. You shrug on your winter coat before stepping onto your landing. âSomething wrong, officer?â
âThatâs what I came here to ask you.â He responds. âGot a call? An unfamiliar pickup truck showed up in your lot. Four suspicious men were seen approaching your apartment.â He looks down in the lot at the beat-up truck sitting next to your car. âI'd say there's a pretty good chance they're still here.â
âThat's really why you're banging on my door at the ass crack of dawn?â You ask in an annoyed tone, crossing your arms over your chest. âWell, I'm going to tell you right now, you're not getting in here without a fucking warrant-â He cuts you off by firmly saying your name.
âI'm not here to arrest anyone.â He explains in an attempt to try and diffuse your hostility. âI'm just here to check in. Are you in trouble? Do you need help?â He whispers, eyes darting between the door and your less-than-pleased expression.
You let out an aggravated sigh, âMike, listen⊠the only reason I'm not running you off my property right now is because you've helped me out in the past. If I needed your help, I would ask for it. I'm not going to let you show up here and harass me or any of them because some fucking backwoods country bumpkin wants to demonize a different way of living.â You take a deep breath, seeing the genuine concern on his face. âThis⊠isn't like last time; they wouldn't hurt me. I'm safe, promise.â He looks at the door and then back at you.
âIf you even get the feeling that something is wrong, you call me.â You nod.
âGet back to the station. Your wife would be worried sick if she knew you were out driving right now.â You nodded to his vehicle, watching him descend the stairs before heading back inside the apartment. You stepped through the door, kicking off your boots and hanging up your coat with a sigh of relief now that the situation was over.
âThank god, you're safe.â Vessel pulls you into his arms, his voice thick with worry. âWhat did he want?â
âSomeone called to report an unfamiliar vehicle and four suspicious individuals entering my house last night; he was just swinging by for a wellness check.â You reassure him. âHe might be a bit of a hard ass, but he means well. I'm sure he won't give you guys any trouble.â
âBit of a sour start to our first morning all together, isn't it?â III chuckles, making the rest of the group laugh.
âAnd here I was, looking forward to cuddling up with you.â Vessel purrs, the tension from your unexpected visitor quickly melting away as they all attempt to soothe your nerves.
âNothing is saying that can't still happen, Ves,â II responds with a smile. You see a devious smirk quickly pass over Vesselâs features. You yelp, and your feet are lifted from the floor in one swift movement. Vessel easily tosses you over his shoulder to carry you towards your bedroom. You giggle as he gently tosses you on the bed, quickly being surrounded by warmth as the boys pile around you. You lay sandwiched between II and IV, III holding one of your hands in his as he lazily plays with your fingers. Vesselâs hand possessively wraps around the curve of your waist as he reaches over II, needing to be somehow able to touch you. It didn't take long for your eyes to grow heavy, returning to sleep for the last few hours of dawn as the new day's light began to melt away the cage of ice that had covered the surrounding trees.Â
You smiled as you woke up, pressing into the body's warmth behind you with a soft hum. A strong arm wrapped securely around your waist, his thumb rubbing slow, languid strokes across your hip. You reach over to find the other side of the bed empty. â-âs just you and me, lovey.â Vessel purrs. You let out a soft, pleased sigh.
âIs that so?â you ask in a slightly teasing tone, your voice still thick with sleep. Was that your plan all along? Get me in bed all alone?â He meets your playful smirk with a chuckle of his own.
âYouâd like that, wouldn't you, sweetness?â he whispers, his grip tightening on your waist. Your cheeks grow warm, goosebumps erupting across your skin as you feel his lips brush over the shell of your ear. âTrust me, my first time with you isn't going to be some messy little hook-up in your bedroom.â He chuckles. âI plan on worshiping you like the divine creature you are.â A shiver runs up your spine as he presses his lips to your pulse. âUntil then, we just have to be patient, don't we?â
âFine.â You sigh in mock annoyance, making Vessel laugh softly. You rest your hand on top of his, languidly tracing the spaces between his knuckles as you allow yourself to melt into his warmth. âWhere are the others?â
âThey're making you breakfast. We all want to make sure you have a better day after starting on the wrong foot.â He explains softly.
âYouâre sweet, " you say with a smile. âThe power came back on?â He lets out a hum of approval.
âClicked on a little while after you fell asleep.â You lay there for a few moments, enjoying the feeling of Vesselâs body molding against yours. You sigh as you attempt to roll out of bed. âAnd where do you think you're going?â He chuckles, tightening his grip on your waist. You roll over to face him, the playfully grumpy expression on your face making him smile. âTrying to run away without giving me a kiss? That's how it's going to be, hm?â You giggle as he pulls your lips to his.
You could get used to mornings like this. After leaving your lungs burning for air and your head spinning, Vessel lazily helped you get out of bed. Scooping you up in his arms to escort you towards the kitchen. âWell, good morning, beautiful.â III stood at the stove, bacon sizzling in the pan in front of him, IV at his side cutting up fruit and tossing it into a bowl, and II sat at the table drinking a steaming cup of coffee.
âGood morning.â You greet all of them. Vessel sets you down on the floor before collapsing into one of the other chairs that had been dragged into the kitchen. IV approaches you, holding out a piece of fresh fruit for you to bite into. He rests his hand against your cheek, carefully running his thumb under your eye.
âEyelash.â He whispers with a chuckle. He holds it out on the end of his fingeMakemake a wish.â A smile creeps across your features at the simple request. You think about it momentarily before closing your eyes, wishing that every morning could be like this with them, and blowing the eyelash away. Your eyes flutter open to meet IVâs curious gaze. He presses his lips to your forehead before returning to the task he was completing prior.
âYou hungry?â You smile as III wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side.
âStarving.â You respond, giggling as he squeezes you against him, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
âI'll have breakfast done shortly, love.â You stand up on your toes, sharing a kiss through his mask before allowing him to finish cooking.
âWell, good morning, baby.â II quickly caught your attention, a warm hand settling against your waist as he pulled you into his lap. âThought you forgot about me.â He teases with a chuckle. âMy pretty girl is getting so much attention.â He squeezes your hip as his gaze lazily trails down to your lips.
âTrust me, thatâs not remotely possible.â You giggle as his forehead bumps against yours, holding his lips just out of reach.
âGood,â he whispers, âbecause after holding you in my arms this morning, I can't seem to think of anything besides you.â Your eyes flutter shut as his lips finally brush over yours. You feel IIâs legs tense underneath you as you hear IV let out a sound almost akin to a growl from across the kitchen.
âRelax.â III states in a warning tone. âYou can spend time with her, too.â You watch IVâs shoulders soften under IIIâs intense, almost corrective demeanor. âAnd II, keep it respectful, yeah?â III stood like a wall between the two men, ready to launch into action at the first signs of a fight.
You hear II make an annoyed sound of approval. The fact that he seemed to be acting like a child who had just been scolded by a parent almost made you laugh. You press your lips to his cheek, âI'm going to see if they need any help.â
âDon't let them work you too hard, love.â He jokes with a wink. You laugh, shaking your head as you hop off his lap. You walk up to III, crossing your arms behind your back.
âHead chef.â You address him seriously.
âYes, love?â He responds with a chuckle.
âWhere would you like me to help?â You ask, following IIIâs gase as it trails over to IV. He nods in his direction, smiling at you as you walk away.
IV tenses slightly under your touch, your hand resting on his shoulder. âEverything okay?â You grab a bowl from the cabinet in front of you and place it on the counter to pour the fruit into.
âI'm sorry,â he apologizes quietly, keeping his eyes trained on the cutting board. âGuess I'm just a little jealous.â
âIs there anything I can do to help?â IV sighs, his shoulders softening as he lets some tension roll from his body.
âNo, you're absolutely perfect, love.â His eyes finally meet yours, the corners crinkling slightly as he smiles. âI just need to get out of my head, I'm afraid.â He finishes with a chuckle. Your heart skips a beat at the sound of him saying your name, âpromise you're still my girl?â
âOf course.â You say, shooting him a flirty smile. âBesides, you still have to take me out on that date.â He chuckles bashfully.
âYes, I do. I just want to make sure I think of something special first.â He gently nudges your shoulder with his own. âMy girl deserves only the best.â Your cheeks grow warm, the two of you sharing a small glance before finishing breakfast in silence.
âAll set, sweetheart?â III asks before clearing your dishes from the table.
âI can bring my own plates to the sink; I'm not helpless, you know.â You joke.
III chuckles as he strolls up to you, âAnd why should my pretty girl have to lift a finger?â
âYou're such a flirt.â You tease with a flustered giggle. You sigh, standing to answer your phone in the other room.
âThank god I got a hold of yaâ.â The momentary panic that had bubbled up in your chest at the sight of the contact that flashed across your phone quickly died at the familiar calm tone on the other end of the line.
âHenry, is everything alright?â Henry McMann owned the dairy farm up the road; you had grown close to him over your time running the store.
âEverything's fine. Tree fell and put a damn hole in the barn roof. I was hoping I could convince those boys you have staying with you to come down and help; I could use their pickup truck to clean up the place.â Your eyes narrowed at the request.
âHow did you know they were staying here?â You question.
âWhole damn townâs talking about it, kiddo. Hell,â he starts to laugh, âat least three people have called up here this morning asking if we've heard from you.â
âYou weren't the one that sent the police here, were you?â
âNo, maâam,â he responds immediately. âYour business is your business. As long as no one's getting hurt, I frankly don't give a damn what you're getting up to.â
âLet me see if I can get Vessel to come talk to you; he'll be able to help.â After some gentle convincing on your end, you managed to get him on the phone. Vessel might be wary of strangers, but despite his icy exterior, he couldn't turn down someone who needed help. After a while, he carefully hung up the phone and wordlessly approached the others.
âLet's get going; we have some work to do.â You weren't exactly sure what Henry could have said to Vessel that made him agree to head out there, but you were happy for whatever it was. Pulling up at the farm always provided this strange sense of home. Seeing Henry waiting on the porch, a dark pipe lazily perched against his lips, was a sight you'd witnessed a hundred times at this point.
âThanks for showing up.â Henryâs hand claps into Vesselâs with a firm shake.
âThank you for giving us the opportunity to.â Vessel responds simply. âWhy don't you show us this barn.â
The tree hadn't damaged much but couldn't remain across the barnâs roof. âWe need to get the sheep to the other building before we do anything.â You caught Vessel silently nodding at III, who quietly slipped from the group. You stood by as the pair formulated a plan, Henry seemingly impressed by Vesselâs initiative to help. You startled at the bleating from behind you, turning to find that III had successfully managed to herd all the sheep together.
Vessel calls your name. " Why don't you take Henry inside so you can both warm up? The more people out here, the more dangerous it'll be.â
âYou don't have to tell me twice.â Henry chuckles. âYou boys drink coffee? I'll get a pot started.â
âThat would be great, Henry, thank you.â Vessel responds before his attention turns to you. âGo on, love. We won't be long.â The sight of his smile was enough to put you at ease. If you were being honest, this whole interaction was going a lot better than you thought it would. You were expecting Vessel to be cold and Henry to be abrasive, but the two seemed to be getting along just fine.
âOh, wait, they're going to need some chain.â You sent Henry inside, insisting you would be right in. You were just going to jog back over and tell them where to look in theâ You skidded to a halt as you rounded the corner. IV stood under the tree, his jacket discarded on the truck hood and his sleeves pushed up to his elbows. His muscles strained under the weight of the colossal trunk; with a groan and one strong push from his legs, he lifted the tree from the barn. You hear him curse before pushing the tree forward, causing it to crash loudly to the ground. You watched him grab onto his hand, droplets of blood dripping from his fingers into the pure white snow. You were immediately consumed by panic seeing him hurt, the inhuman strength you just witnessed being pushed from your mind. You yell for him, rushing forward to see the damage. âAre you okay? Let me look.â The wound wasn't anything terrible, a gash left behind by what you were assuming was a sharp branch, just enough to cause him to bleed. âCome on, let's get you cleaned up.â He wordlessly followed you, allowing you to rush him inside and past Henry to the bathroom. You kicked the door shut behind you, pulling out the first aid kit from under the sink. IV stared back at you with confusion in his eyes, apprehension rolling off him in waves as he waited for you to address what you had just witnessed. He was snapped from his daze by you softly saying his name, âCan I see?â
âYeah.â He sighs, placing his injured hand in yours. âI'm sorry you have to play nurse,â he chuckles. I wasn't expecting that bark to be so jagged.â
âIt's no problem; it's what girlfriends are for.â He breathes out a sigh of relief as you smile at him. The silence still hung thick between you as you carefully cleaned the wound, being as gentle with him as possible. âSo, you're strong enough to squat a tree?â
âI guess, on a good day.â He responds in an awkward attempt at a joke.
âCan you⊠Can all of youâ?â You make a vague flexing motion, making IV chuckle.
âTo an extent, yeah.â He leans closer to you, a smugness lacing its way into his words. âI would like to point out, however, that I am quite a bit stronger than II, thank you very much.â
You smile coyly at him, âAs long as you're strong enough to sweep me up in your arms, that's all I care about.â
âYou're acting like that would be much of a problem.â You swallow thickly, your heart racing as your eyes meet his.
âTry to sit still while I get you wrapped up, alright?â He laughs at your abrupt change in subject.
âYes, love, whatever you need.â He leans in, gently pressing his lips to your forehead
âIs he gonna make it?â Henry asks, unbothered by your usual frantic chaos rushing through his living room, reading yesterday's paper in his recliner.
âYessir, just a scratch,â IV responds with a chuckle.
âWe're going to see what else they need help with; weâll be back, " you explain before heading out of the house. You step onto the porch, pulling your jacket around you to try to shield yourself from the frigid wind. You squeal as IV effortlessly picks you up and tosses you over his shoulder.
âSee? No trouble at all.â He teases before turning you into a more comfortable position, holding you close to his chest. By the time you had gotten back to the barn, Vessel and II had made quick work of chopping up the tree, the back of their truck filled with neatly sliced logs ready to be moved elsewhere.
âThere you are! You were gone so long we thought she had to chop your damn hand off.â II chuckles.
âNo, he got lucky this time.â You joke, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
âYou mind going to check on III? Tell him we're just about done.â You nod, running off towards the other barn. Upon entering, you couldn't help but laugh, watching III attempt to calm the panicked sheep.
âI'm not trying to eat your flock; I'm just trying to help.â He attempts to bargain to stop the bleating.
âWant some company?â You ask with a smile.
âPlease.â III chuckles in response.
âI'm surprised they don't like you; Henryâs sheep are usually very sweet.â You muse, patting the top of one of their fluffy heads as you pass.
âI tend to be rather scary to livestock animals⊠for one reason or another.â He responds vaguely.
âWell, Ves wanted me to tell you they're just about finished.â He slides to the ground with a sigh, patting the empty cushion of hay beside him.
âGood, that gives me a couple minutes to spend with you.â He responds in a flirty tone. You tumble down next to him, allowing him to pull you into his side. âHow's your day going, baby?â
âWell, I'm spending it with you, so I can't complain.â You say with a smile.
Your heart raced as he leaned in closer to you. âGlad to hear it.â His gaze drops to your lips, slowly tracing your features before meeting your eyes again with an eye-crinkling smile. âDo you think, umâ Do you think I could maybe steal you away for myself tonight..? Only if you want, of course.â The memory of III confessing how he just wants to get you alone bubbled up in the back of your mind, making your stomach flip.
âIf you can manage to get me away from the others.â You joke with a giggle.
III releases a sound somewhere between a growl and a chuckle. âOh, don't worry about that, pretty girl. I'll make sure everyone knows you'll be spending the night with me.â
âAlright, III, bring them back in!â You hear Vessel call from outside. He stands with a groan, offering you his hand to help you up.
âAlright, everyone, let's make this as painless as possible.â He calls over the hoard of bleating sheep. He was surprisingly efficient at the task, rounding up the entire flock into one solid group to lead them from one building to the other. You noticed how he quickly spotted anyone who fell out of line, nudging them back with his knee as he barked to keep moving.
You jump as Vessel places a hand on your waist, âI think that went well, don't you?â
âI think you're right.â You smile softly, leaning into him as you share your hushed conversation. âThank you for giving Henry a chance; he's pretty much family.â
âI can't say no to you,â he breathes out a chuckle. You asked for my help, and I'll always be there to give it to you⊠and, I guess, Henry doesn't seem so bad.â He playfully nudges your shoulder.
âYou boys hungry? The wife and I would like to make you some dinner to say thanks for helpinâ out.â Vessel looks to the others for a response.
âWell, you know I could always eat.â III chuckles with a shrug.Â
You hear II sigh, somewhat relieved, âWould either of you like help in the kitchen?â
âNo, you've done more than enough. All of you.â Henry confidently walks up to Vessel with a look of determination. âAfter today, I can tell just how much bullshit those reporters are trying to fill everyone's head with. You're a good group; if you ever need anything, just let me know. Just make sure you take good care of my girl.â
Vessel smiled, genuinely shaking Henry's hand. âThank you; I really appreciate that. And, trust me,â despite the mask covering his face, you could feel Vesselâs eyes shift to you. I plan to.â
You stood side by side with May, Henryâs wife, in the kitchen, helping her wash vegetables for dinner. âThose boys seem very sweet on you.â She gracefully dances around the subject. Your cheeks grow warm as you struggle to think of a way to explain your four boyfriends. âThey're all very handsome; you'll have to come by and tell me about them sometime.â She whispers giddily.
âIâd love to; they're all amazing. I'm happy you finally get to meet them.â You jumped at the loud boom of laughter from the living room, smiling at the sound of the group.
âI think Henry likes them too.â She chuckles.
May insists she can finish up the cooking herself before sending you out into the commotion. You couldn't get over how lovely they all were, genuinely enjoying their time sitting in Henryâs cramped living room. The house was full of laughter, stories, and all the small things you missed about being at Henry's farm. The hours flew by, and before you knew it, you were comfortably tucked into the truck's cab, settling into IIIâs lap while Vessel drove towards their camp. III wraps his arms around your waist, chin settling against your shoulder. âHow's my pretty girl?â He whispers.
âGood.â You reply with a pleased sigh. âTired.â You follow up with a chuckle.
âDo you still want to spend the night?â A shiver runs down your spine at the feeling of his warm breath against the shell of your ear.
âOf course.â
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do you have references for SD-Y and SD-T and can you tell us more about them?
itâs the girls!
took me long enough, gdamn..
I plan on dropping a lore dump on them similar to the one I made for Toma eventually, but for now, hereâs some info for them belooooooow
Y and T were both present in the Elliott Manor, but not at the same time.
T was brought to the manor as Louisaâs personal maid, but was then reassigned as Tessaâs nursemaid after she was born. She took care of Tessa and pmuch raised her until she was around 6 years old.
T never liked how the drones were treated in the manor and one day spoke out against their mistreatment. As punishment, T was damaged and left to rot in the swamp.
She was later recovered, experimented on and brought back as a Disassembly Drone by Cyn.
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Y was thrown out by the Company and was later found and repaired by Tessa and J. Yâs voice box was damaged when she was trashed and was taught how to speak again by Tessa. She picked up Tessaâs accent.
Yâs code is faulty, which causes her to be a bit clumsy. She would often drop or break things which would get Tessa in trouble. J didnât like that and kept Y close to keep her from breaking anything. Tessa and Cyn could not fix her code. Sheâs still clumsy.
Y would often observe and even help Tessa repair new drones like V and N. She learned all she knows about drone repair and modifications from her.
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pre finale
Y and T were part of the same squad. They hunted in an area close to Camp 98.7 and the Mining Facility. They wiped out Outpost 9.
Their leader, B, was killed by the sentinels when he attempted to enter Cabin Fever Labs.
T was ordered to âkillâ Y when she was caught sparing the lives of a family of Worker Drones. T brutally ripped Y apart but her core was able to escape damage and got away.
Y took over the body of a dead worker drone and hid away inside Outpost 3 while she secretly built herself a new DDrone body. Uzi was very suspicious of her.
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post finale
Y has her new body. She opens up a repair/modification shop close to outpost 3. Drones often come to her for repairs or upgrades. She builds Nori a new body (:
T has calmed down a bit and is running around somewhere.
#Iâll add a lot more when I drop their lore#now I just gotta get off my ass and do it#ALSO THIS TOOK SO LONG TO ANSWER#THANK YOU FOR WAITING#murder drones#murder drones oc#murder drones y#murder drones t#toma art#ask
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Oh my god, that's such a good cosplay, especially with the face paint detailing. It looks just like him if he came to life.
As for my idea I think it'd actually work better with Stryker than Francis now that I think about it.
I think it'd be more of a crack AU where Deadpool has to try not to die to shitty animatronic caricatures of the X-men. Because they're so famous that of course someone would capitalize on it. Except Stryker uses it as a cover to lure kids into the back and promises to make them heroes like the X-men in exchange for letting him "experiment"... but we all know how that goes.
Wade would be one of those former experiments who managed to escape and is returning to finish it once and for all. He initially scoped out the pizza place during the day, and saw nothing too suspicious. He actually seemed to get along fine with the Colossus rendition. But he felt oddly on edge, especially the oddly familiar glare of a yellow and blue animatronic... it reminded him of someone he thought was long gone by now.
But that's even more motivation to try to destroy this scheme once and for all, right? So he decides to take up the night shift. And holy shit it was not at ALL like it was during the day...
He'd have to suffer through the nights barely managing to hang on. But here's the thing: Wade was annoyed, but never outright terrified like the previous workers. Why? Stryker's false promises might not have made him a hero, but they sure as hell made him a monster.
So when Colossus, his friend during the day, breaks in and kills him... well, it takes Wade about ten minutes to get back in working order. Fuck, that's gonna hurt in the morning...
And so begins the process of him guarding the place at night while trying to investigate when he can sneak out of the room, then coming during the day to analyze what the fuck Stryker did to these animatronics' programming.
But despite the fact that pretty much all the animatronics seemed to be ready to kill him, there was one that hadn't moved from his station at all. One who was a bit more unnerving than the others, gaze punctuated with something akin to awareness. Something... oddly human.
(Wade's memories of being under Stryker's thumb were blurry at best and repressed at worst, but he could swear it was familiar. But he must be crazy, right? Stryker may have figured out how to fuck with human DNA but he couldn't put human consciousness into machines...)
Wolverine hadn't moved from the stage at all. He just stood there, eyes fixed straight ahead, although Wade could swear that sometimes his eyes flicked straight toward the camera. He was still and silent, the only one Wade didn't have to defend himself against. He didn't move. That was, until the fifth night.
i can't believe i havent posted this absolute ICON in my tumblr yet
[heres Michael Afton fanart!!!]
#kitkat#poolverine#deadclaws#fnaf#this is just a stupid idea but its fun to imagine#i like trying to twist everything into a deadclaws au rn#ive also been getting back into detroit become human lately so itd be fun to write something with that#i love poolverine dynamic but worldbuilding in different settings is also cool
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forget me not | ix
Pairing: Jeong Yunho x witch!Reader AU: non-idol | supernatural Summary: Yunho should be happy--he's got everything going for him and he's set to marry the love of his life! So why is he standing outside of your shop on the night of his engagement party? Word Count: 5.3K Warnings: some angst, fluff, a smidgen of smut
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a/n: crying happy tears because this is the final chapter đ a big thank you to everyone who followed along on this journey â€ïž
âDo you think I did the right thing?â
Wooyoung blinked, surprise flickering across his face as he processed your question. His ears twitched slightly, betraying his curiosity, and he tilted his head, trying to gauge the weight of your words.Â
âWhat do you mean?â
âBy giving you the card to pass on to Yunho,â you clarified, voice softer, tinged with a vulnerability you hadnât allowed yourself to acknowledge until now. You looked down, unable to meet Wooyoungâs gaze directly.
He studied you carefully, his expression thoughtful as he tried to piece together what you were feeling.Â
âAre you saying you regret it?â
"Here," you said, thrusting the small embossed business card towards Wooyoung. The red and white design stood out crisply against your fingertips. Wooyoung eyed it suspiciously, eyebrows raised, as if the card might bite.
"What's this for?" he asked, one hand on his hip, the other reluctantly reaching out to take the card.
You shifted, resisting the urge to pull back. "I need you to deliver it to someone," you mumbled, glancing away to hide the blush creeping up your neck. But the avoidance only seemed to encourage Wooyoungâs mischief.
"Right," Wooyoung said, drawing out the word with a sly grin. "Does this someone happen to be tall, jobless, and obscenely handsome?"
You glared at him, your face heating up even more.Â
"Just... give it to him, okay?"
"Alright, alright," Wooyoung said, raising his hands in mock surrender. He pocketed the card, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Way to tell him you forgive him."
You huffed, crossing your arms. "Itâs not about that.â
"Whatever helps you sleep at night, boss," Wooyoung grinned. He slipped the card into his pocket, patting it for emphasis.Â
âIâll make sure this âmystery someoneâ gets your little peace offering.â
You paused, letting his question sink in. It would have been easier to answer with a simple "yes" or "no," to shut down the conversation and avoid the ache you felt creeping into your chest. But instead, you found yourself caught in the truth of it, unable to ignore the swirl of emotions stirring inside you.
âNoâŠâ you began, though your voice wavered. âItâs not that. I just⊠I know heâs upset with me, and I shouldnât be feeling this way, even though I was the one who left.â
âYou know, just because you made a choice doesnât mean youâre not allowed to feel the weight of it afterward. Itâs human to feel conflicted. It doesnât make you wrong, and it doesnât make what you did the wrong choice.â
You bit your lip, eyes tracing the edge of the wooden counter as you turned the question over in your mind. Yunho had hurt you, in ways that felt like they had carved out parts of you that youâd never get back.Â
The thought struck you like a whisper in the back of your mind: Hadnât you been the one to erase him from your life? Youâd been the one to choose oblivion over memories, to protect yourself from the ache of what had once been.
"He still thinks about you, you know," Wooyoung said softly, his tone holding that rare tenderness youâd only seen when he was truly serious.Â
Your grip on the counter tightened as you struggled to absorb his words, a familiar ache in your chest now tinged with a quiet yearning. It felt surrealâafter all this timeâto think that Yunho might still care. That perhaps, despite everything, he hadn't let go.
âIâve never seen him happier than when he talks about you or hears your name. Heâs still holding onto you, even if you canât see it. And I know the wound is still fresh, but you have to believe me when I tell youâhe loves you, wants to make things right.â
The sincerity in Wooyoungâs voice made you look away, blinking against the sudden sting in your eyes. Yunho loves you. Youâd told yourself a thousand times not to let those words get under your skin again, to keep the walls youâd built firmly in place. But here was Wooyoung, breaking down every defense with a few simple truths you werenât ready to face.
âItâs just...â You struggled, each word feeling like a confession. âWhat if itâs not enough? What if Iâm still afraid heâll hurt me?â
âI get it. You have every reason to be scared. He could have ignored that card and disappeared. But he didnât. Heâs willing to fight for you and face all of his own mistakes.â
Wooyoungâs words softened the edges of your fears, giving you just a sliver of courage you didnât know you still had. Yunho hadnât been perfect, but Wooyoungâs words reminded you that people could change, that maybe both of you had been hurting alone for far too long.
âJust...give yourself permission to feel it. To remember what it was like before everything went wrong. Heâs not asking for everything all at once. Heâs just asking for a second chance.â
You tried to recall the last time youâd truly allowed yourself to think about your relationship with Yunhoânot just the heartbreak, but also the warmth and beauty of your friendship. Yunho wasnât just a memory; he had been your best friend, your first love, the one person who understood you in ways no one else ever had.
You remembered the way he looked at you at the beach, the way his eyes held promises of a future you could almost believe in, making you thinkâif only for a momentâthat âforeverâ was something within reach.Â
Maybe, in some ways, you were still that personânaive, trusting, willing to hand over your heart with expectations that perhaps no one could ever meet.
But were you still that person now?Â
So much had changed. You had changed. You had learned to protect yourself, to keep Yunho and everything heâd meant to you at armâs length. It was safer that wayâeasier. If you never let him back in, he could never hurt you again.
When Wooyoung told you that Yunho, despite your rejection, still harbored immense love for you, you were stunned. Yunho's love had never wavered. Wooyoung saw it as clearly as the breath Yunho drew each day, as naturally as his heartbeat.
It was okay to feel, to take your time, to allow yourself the grace of uncertainty. You didnât have to have all the answers or know where each step would lead. It was okay to be scared, to admit that this meant something to you.Â
And maybe all you needed to do wasâŠtry.
As the thought settled, muffled voices, sharp and angry, punctuated by the heavy thud of footsteps were heard from outside the door. You straightened, heart racing as you focused on the noises, feeling an unmistakable surge of supernatural energy.
âDonât fucking touch me.â
You moved to the shopâs entrance and peered through the small window, immediately recognizing the voice.Â
Yunho.Â
He was surrounded, eyes wide with frustration and something deeperâfear. And surrounding him, dark forms shimmered in and out of sight, their twisted shapes flickering as they taunted him.Â
Without thinking, you threw open the door and stepped out into the night. The cold air bit at your skin, but the chill was quickly forgotten in the surge of adrenaline that took over.
âThe shop is temporarily closing, so youâll all have to wait a little longer. No exceptions!âÂ
A chorus of groans erupted from the creatures encircling Yunho. They would have to return when the shop reopened to gather whatever trinkets were needed for Lord Deathâs Night Parade.
In one fell swoop, you reached out, fingers finding Yunhoâs wrist. He flinched at your touch, a brief spark of surprise in his eyes, but you didnât let go. Instead, you tightened your grip and pulled him toward you, drawing him away from the creaturesâ prowling forms.Â
You took a deep breath, the weight of the moment sinking in as you slammed the emporium door shut. Yunho stood beside you, breathing hard, his wrist still loosely held in your grasp. His gaze was fixed on you, eyes wide and disoriented, as if still processing what had just happened.
You loosened your grip, letting your fingers slide from his wrist with a gentleness that felt almost foreign amidst the intensity of the night. His skin was cool under your touch, and you could feel a faint tremor, as if fear and shock still held him in their grip.
âAre you alright?â you asked, voice low, each word softened by concern as the urgency of the encounter began to fade.
Yunho looked at you, his breath steadying. "I... I think so," he replied, his voice shaky. "Thanks for pulling me out of there."
âOhâŠyouâre welcome,â you replied gently, hoping to ease his mind even as you saw how shaken he was.Â
âThe veil is incredibly thin right now. Thatâs probably why you were able to see and feel them. The other travelers, I mean.â
His presence was almost overwhelming, making your heart pound in your chest. The way his eyes widened slightly as he processed your words made you want to reach out and reassure him, to tell him that everything would be alright.Â
"It's... it's not something that happens often," you added, your voice softer now. "But when it does, it means the boundaries between our world and theirs are almost nonexistent."
Yunhoâs expression was unreadable, his eyes fixed on you, then shifting away as if he were searching for something in the silence between you. His gaze fell to the floor, tracing patterns on the worn wood as he seemed to gather his thoughts.Â
The quiet stretched on, your anxiety building as each second ticked by. A thousand worries filled your mindâwhat he might think, what he might feel, now that he had glimpsed the world youâd become a part of.
"Why were you out there?" you finally, breaking the silence, your tone gentle, though curious.Â
He hesitated, searching for words as his face softened.Â
âIâŠwas in the neighborhood,â he murmured, though there was an edge to his voice that suggested there was more left unsaid.
Your heart skipped a beat. You took a half-step closer, tilting your head to catch his eye, a playful smile tugging at your lips.Â
âIn the neighborhood, huh?â you echoed, sensing the familiar warmth of his presence.Â
âAlrightâŠmaybe it wasnât entirely by chance,â he admitted. His lips twitched, and he exhaled a small, resigned laugh, glancing down before looking back at you.Â
He lifted his hand, revealing the small, slightly crumpled business card between his fingers.Â
âI just wanted to see you.â
You felt the weight of Yunhoâs gaze, his admission wrapping around you. It was as if all the memories you sharedâmoments of laughter, quiet conversations, the comfort of simply being togetherâwere coming back to life, filling the silence around you.Â
Your voice came out softer than you intended, almost a whisper.Â
âYou still wanted to see me after everything?â
âEspecially after everything,â he murmured, his words carrying a quiet certainty that melted the last of your doubts.
âSo youâre notâŠupset with me?â you asked, your voice barely audible, as if speaking any louder might shatter the delicate moment.
Youâd been bracing for this moment, convinced that Yunho must be holding onto resentment, that heâd come to finally air out the hurt you must have caused him. You hadnât given him the closure he deserved, instead choosing to leave things unfinished.
But his eyes, so achingly familiar, held none of the anger youâd feared. They were filled with somethingâŠgentler.
âOh god, Y/N,â he said quietly, his voice calm but filled with urgency, as if heâd been waiting just as long for this moment.Â
âI could never be angry with you. You have every right to be upset, I was the one who hurt you. I was careless with your heart, and thatâs on me. Itâs my fault.â
His admission left you speechless, each word stripping away the defenses youâd built. He wasnât here to lay blame or defend himself; he was here to own the truth of what had happened.
âYou did hurt me, Yunho.âÂ
The words came out softer than you expected, each one carrying a weight you hadnât realized youâd held so tightly. Pain, long buried, surfaced as you finally spoke the words youâd once been too afraid to voice.Â
âI felt like⊠I wasnât enough for you," you admitted, the ache woven through your words. "Like no matter how hard I tried, no matter how much of myself I gave, it was never going to be enough.â
The sting of tears welled up, and you drew in a shaky breath, fighting to keep them at bay. You looked down, biting back the flood of emotions, as a huff escaped youâa last-ditch attempt to pull yourself back from the edge of breaking.
âI just wanted to feel like I mattered,â you whispered. It was as if saying it out loud for the first time gave it weight, made it real, and you felt the bittersweet release of finally letting it go.Â
âTo be the one you turned to, not the one you left behind.âÂ
When you looked up, Yunhoâs gaze was unwavering, his eyes glistening as they held yours, reflecting the pain and regret youâd both felt.
âYouâve always been more than enough. I was the one who was too scared to see it, too afraid to do what was right, to be there for you when you needed me most.âÂ
Yunho took a step closer, his hand lifting slowly to rest on your bicep, his touch gentle, almost hesitant. The warmth of his hand seeped through you, grounding you in this fragile moment, pulling you back to a time when things were simpler, when trust between you was instinctive.
âI can live with the weight of my mistakes,â he continued, voice rough with honesty. âBut I canât live without you. I tried for three years, and every day was worse than the last. I hated it.â
He was painfully earnest, his voice tinged with the kind of regret that had its own gravity. You looked up at him, a gentle smile breaking through your otherwise solemn expression as his fingers traced gentle circles against your arm.
âIâm sorry I made you feel like you were anything less. Youâve always the best part of me. I just didnât realize it until it was too late. If thereâs even a small part of you thatâs willing to try again, Iâd give anything for that to happen.â
The honesty in his words made your heart ache. All those times you'd wondered if you truly mattered to him seemed to unravel before you, evident in his words, his touch, and his gaze.
You searched Yunhoâs face, catching a glimmer of hope, and realized that despite the years, lifetimes, and distance, maybeâŠjust maybe, there was still something worth saving.
âI love you," he whispered, his voice trembling but resolute. "For as long as I can remember, and for all the lifetimes I couldnât. Youâve been mine for so long, but I want to be yours.â
Your hands reached for his, as if drawn by an unseen thread. Rising onto your toes, you leaned closer allowing Yunho to close the distance. He pulled you into a kiss that felt like a promise, an apologyâeverything heâd withheld and everything he longed to give. His hands settled gently on your back, holding you close, as though grounding himself in this moment.
The kiss was slow, adoring, and vulnerable, filling every empty space within you. Yunhoâs lips pressed against yours, gentle and reverent, it felt like coming home, like stepping into a future youâd always dreamed of but never dared to hope for.
When you finally pulled back, breathless, you looked up at him, your heart racing. A smile tugged at his lips, and he rested his forehead against yours.Â
"I love you too," you murmured, your voice barely a whisper, but just loud enough for him to hear.Â
Yunho gently cupped your face with his hands, his thumb brushing lightly over your cheek as he leaned in for another chaste kiss. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, his breathing steady but filled with that same quiet intensity.
"Take it slow with me?" you asked, your voice a soft plea, tinged with vulnerability, putting your heart into his hands, hoping he would keep it safe.
Yunhoâs face broke into a smile. Slowly, he moved his hand down, his fingers threading with yours. He held your hand between both of his, pressing a tender kiss to your knuckles.
Life in the shop had settled into a comfortable rhythm, woven with little rituals that had become second nature. Each morning, youâd light the incense, watching as tendrils of fragrant smoke curled up to fill the air, a silent invocation for another dayâs mysteries to unfold.Â
Yunho, meanwhile, would be wrestling with the coffee maker, half-asleep as he mumbled curses under his breath, yet somehow managing to coax it into yielding two cups of strong coffee.
His work as a recruiter kept him busy. Some days were filled with back-to-back phone calls, scouting reports, and meetings with stakeholders. Other days, heâd be out in the field, his energy brimming as he made connections with future talents.Â
But on quieter days, when he was in the shop, heâd drift down from his makeshift office to check in on you, often caught in wonder at some relic or enchanted object before remembering his intent to whisk you away from your responsibilities.Â
Today of all days, though, Yunho was off to Namhae, scouting a promising player. Before he left, he had lingered a little longer, offering you a reassuring smile as if to say heâd be back before you knew it. And as the door closed behind him, the shop felt both a touch quieter and warmer, his absence a gentle reminder of the quiet home youâd built together.
âWhat do you think about starting a delivery service?â Hongjoong asked, pulling you from your reverie. His eyes sparkled with that unmistakable gleam, the one that always appeared when he was on the verge of something new.
You raised a brow, eyeing him with amused curiosity. âA delivery service? Are we low on customers?â
"Not exactly. But now that you can leave the shop, and with Yunho around, we actually have the manpower to pull it off."Â
"Something tells meâŠthis was spurred on by Lord Death.â
Hongjoongâs cheeks reddened slightly, and he huffed, crossing his arms with exaggerated indignation.Â
"Seonghwa has no idea what heâs talking about! He said we wouldnât last a week if we ever âventured into the delivery businessââsaid Iâd lose interest by day three!â
Hongjoong waved a dismissive hand, brushing off any lingering doubts. "Well, Iâm going to prove him wrong. By the time weâre done, our services will be able to expand to other realms. Might need to hire another hand for that."
With a dramatic flourish, he snapped his fingers, summoning a swirling puff of smoke that quickly dissipated to reveal...a hand-drawn presentation, sketched in thick, colorful strokes. It hung midair, and you couldnât help but chuckle at the almost childlike quality of it.Â
The first page of Hongjoong's plan was a roughly sketched map, barely more than a few wavy lines connecting a series of floating islands labeled "Other Realms," each island outlined in a different pastel shade. It was whimsical yet somehow serious, as though his haphazard lines could shape whole worlds. He tapped his finger on a small dot labeled âAstral Emporium.â
"This is our expansion plan. Right now, weâre here," he continued, pointing to the shop on the map, "but soon weâll be...everywhere!"
âYou really think Yunho and I are up for running around, delivering enchantments and charms to every corner of the city?â
Hongjoong chuckled, his smirk widening as he crossed his arms.Â
"Actually, more like Yunho and Wooyoung. You and I will rotate manning the shop, keeping things under control. All we have to do is equip Yunho with a pair of magical glasses, and heâll be able to spot clients without worrying about the veil."
You imagined Yunho, looking unexpectedly dashing with enchanted glasses perched on his nose, pedaling a vintage bike through the bustling streets. Wooyoung would be nestled in a woven basket up front, surrounded by tiny glass bottles of potions and carefully wrapped charms, all neatly packed and ready for delivery.
âIâm sold.â
"Really?" Hongjoongâs eyes widened, sparkling with delight. The sorcerer laughed heartily, clasping his hands together in a rare moment of unbridled joy.Â
âSeonghwaâs going to eat his words,â Hongjoong said, his voice brimming with triumph and a gleeful satisfaction that was hard to resist.Â
He turned back to you. âBefore I forget,â he added, casting you a sidelong glance. "You planning on visiting your parents anytime soon? Leaving magical seed packets isnât the same as actually seeing you, you know."
The question lingered in the air, and you felt a familiar ache bloom in your chest. You shifted uncomfortably, your gaze falling to the counter as though it might offer some answer.Â
The last time youâd visited, it had been nothing more than a quiet spellâa small enchantment to slip through unseen, to place a few enchanted seed packets by their doorstep, enough to help your dad achieve his goal of growing the ultimate vegetable.Â
It was the closest youâd come to a real visit since Yunho had broken the shopâs hold on you, freeing you from its grasp and allowing you to walk the world on your own terms.
âI know,â you murmured, running your fingers along the worn edge of the counter.Â
"But theyâve already grieved, Hongjoong. Theyâve accepted that Iâm gone. Itâs probably better that way. If I showed up now, after all this timeâŠâ You trailed off, your hands fidgeting as if your fingers could occupy the unsettled thoughts in your mind.
âIâd just be tearing open wounds that have barely healed. Theyâve found a kind of peace, I think. I donât want to be the one to undo that. And maybe,â you added, voice almost a whisper now,Â
âMaybe itâs a way for me to move forward, too.â
Hongjoongâs gaze softened, a trace of understanding settling in his expression. âI get it,â he said, his voice gentler than usual. âBut remember, you donât have to carry all of that alone. Just because they canât see you doesnât mean theyâve stopped loving you.â
You managed a small, grateful smile, nodding in silent agreement. For now, it would have to be enough to leave small reminders of your loveâa packet of seeds on their doorstep, wordlessly expressing your affection.Â
The bell above the emporiumâs door chimed, its familiar ring sparking an instant thrill in your chest. You turned, heartbeat quickening just a little at the sight of Yunho stepping inside. He noticed you immediately, his expression softening as he took a few easy strides toward you.
âHey,â he greeted, voice warm and low, a tone he seemed to reserve just for you. He reached out, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. The touch was a reminder that home was here, and it was wherever he was.
âLong day?â you asked softly, your entwining with his as he let out a chuckle, nodding.
âLong but worth it,â he replied, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. âEspecially knowing I get to come home to this.â His gaze lingered on you, and even as he glanced around the shop, it was clear his words were for you. The tiredness in his expression softened, and for a moment, everything felt perfectly in place.
Hongjoong looked on, a satisfied smile playing on his lips as if heâd always known that, somehow, you and Yunho would both end up here, together, ready to face whatever came next.Â
And for Hongjoong, that future definitely included his long-planned delivery service.
Hongjoong cleared his throat dramatically, breaking the quiet between you and Yunho. âWell, since weâre all feeling cozy and inspired,â he said with a mischievous sparkle in his eye, âmight I propose a little idea?âÂ
He snapped his fingers, and with a soft poof, a floating, hand-drawn presentation appeared, complete with a slightly crooked title that read, âYunho: The Delivery Driver.â
A deep chill had crept in with the early dawn, settling over you as you instinctively curled up tighter, trying to preserve whatever small warmth remained. Groggily, you reached out, fingers searching for the missing blanket, only to find nothing but the cool, empty edge of the bed.
Squinting against the morning light, you rolled over, and there he wasâYunho, cocooned in what could only be described as a fortress of blankets. He lay sprawled out, half-buried in a mountain of covers, blissfully unaware of conditions on your side of the bed.Â
You sighed, rolling your eyes as you tried to tug a corner of the blanket back. But Yunho shifted, clutching the fabric even tighter, as if sensing your mission in his sleep.
âYunho,â you whispered, nudging his shoulder. âYouâre hogging the blanket.â
A muffled sound came from his side, something between a grunt and a sleepy laugh. One eye cracked open, blinking groggily at you, and a lazy, mischievous smile spread across his face. Without warning, he reached out, his arms wrapping around you as he pulled you against his chest, the blanket effectively forgotten as his warmth enveloped you.
âWho needs a blanket when youâve got me?â he murmured, burying his face into the crook of your neck.Â
"I'm half naked and freezing," you whined, exasperated. He smirked, his fingers tracing slow circles along your spine.
âHow about I give it back if you beg for it?â
You huffed a laugh, but his hand on your back, gentle yet insistent, was quickly making you forget your original mission. He tilted his head up to meet your gaze, his eyes dark, and before you could respond, he leaned in, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. Then another, closer, teasing.
âIn your dreams,â you shot back, rolling your eyes as you tried to turn away, but Yunho only grinned and smoothly flipped you onto your back, pinning you gently under him.
âYâknow,â he murmured, his voice low and playful as he braced himself above you, âDream You wouldâve folded by now.â
âOh, would she?â you replied, raising a brow, trying to feign annoyance even as your pulse quickened.Â
He chuckled, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. âYeah, she tells me how much she loves it when Iâm rough with her,â he teased, leaning in to kiss you again, this time deeper, his lips pressing against yours in a way that made you melt, his warmth seeping into every inch of you.
âWell sheâs wrong because I love it when you wear your glasses.â
Your hands found their way to his shoulders, fingers curling as you pulled him closer, the blanket entirely forgotten as he kissed you, slow and deliberate, as though he had all the time in the world. You could feel his smile against your lips, his playful challenge lingering in every brush of his mouth.
Yunho wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling you flush against him. He ground against you, his movements unhurried, savoring every shared breath, every flicker of connection between you. The warmth of his skin against yours sent a shiver down your spine, heightening the anticipation that hung thick in the air.
Your nails lightly grazed the delicate hairs at the back of his neck, drawing a low, contented hum from him. You traced along his nape, feeling the warmth and tension melt beneath your touch as he dipped his head, his lips brushing along your jaw before trailing down to your collarbone.
Your senses heightened with each delicious drag of Yunhoâs cock against your wallsâthe warmth of his skin, the whispered promises between each kiss. You tangled your fingers in his hair, tugging him closer, feeling the way his heart raced in sync with yours.Â
Every touch, every kiss, every slow, tender motion felt like a culmination of countless lifetimes. Yunho wasnât just here with you; he was here with every version of you that had ever yearned for this closeness, for the feeling of being truly seen and loved.Â
And now, here he was, holding you close, as if he had always known you would eventually find your way back to each other.
Yunho whimpered your name into the curve of your neck, his movements becoming rougher, each touch and thrust a silent promise woven across time as the heat between you surged to a crescendo.Â
He pulled you closer, his urgency spilling over as you felt yourself unravel, swept up in the bliss that enveloped you both. His gasps blended with yours, and in the haze of it all, you were aware only of himâhis scent, his warmth, and the way he fit perfectly against you.
âLove you. God I love you,â Yunho murmured softly, his voice tender and thick with emotion.Â
You giggled, reaching up to brush his tousled bangs from his forehead, your fingers gently tracing the lines of his face as you took in the softness of the moment. The warmth in his gaze made your heart flutter, even in the gentle light of early morning. The world outside was waking up, but here, wrapped in his arms, it felt as though time had slowed just for you both.
âLove you too,â you whispered, your voice filled with the same affection that heâd poured into his words. âButâŠâ You grinned, tapping his nose playfully.Â
âYouâre going to be late for deliveries.â
He groaned in protest, tightening his hold around you, as if to shield himself from the reality of a busy day waiting just beyond the sheets.Â
âJust a few more minutes,â he grumbled, his voice muffled against your skin. âDeliveries can wait. Iâd rather stay here with you.â
You felt his breath tickling your skin and laughed softly, only to hear a loud, impatient voice call from the other side of the door.Â
âY/N! Feed me, Iâm dying of hunger!â Wooyoungâs dramatic tone was followed by a series of thumping sounds as he pawed insistently at the door.Â
"Iâm going to die!" he wailed, drawing a groan of frustration from Yunho. Your boyfriend sighed, glancing at the door with thinly veiled irritation. Â
âI swear, he has the worst timing,â he muttered, shifting reluctantly as though debating whether to let you go. He held you tighter instead, as if Wooyoungâs complaints were some distant nuisance that could be ignored.Â
âY/N!âÂ
With a soft laugh, you planted a kiss against the tip of Yunhoâs nose in an attempt to placate him. âHeâs just lonely,â you murmured with sympathy for your familiar.
âHe probably needs a friend to keep him occupied. He seems to be making it his mission to ruin your mornings.â
Yunho rolled his eyes, muttering something about demanding cats under his breath, but before he could say more, a dramatic wail sounded from the other side of the door.
"Iâm fading away⊠I can see⊠the lightâŠâ Wooyoung yowled, his voice an exaggerated plea for attention.
âAlright, Iâm coming!â you called out, with a chuckle.Â
With a playful smile, you pressed another quick kiss to Yunho's lips. His eyes softened, the irritation all but forgotten as you stepped toward the door. You glanced over your shoulder, catching the trace of a smile breaking through Yunhoâs resigned expression.
The threads of your past lives wove delicately between you, fragile yet enduring, stronger than time itself. Fate had always teased the possibility of you together, leaving behind only fleeting traces and unfinished stories. But in this life, you had taken the first stepâcrossing the line, to lower the walls you had so carefully built around your heart.Â
For so long, youâd been bound to the shopâs mysteries and the shadows of your past. Now, you felt a sense of release, as if a tether that had held you in place had finally loosened, granting you the freedom to shape your own path. With Yunho by your side, every moment held the promise of something new, a life you could build together.Â
And you couldnât wait.Â
<< viii | epilogue >>
a/n: it was always going to be a happy ending, I had to set it up for the epilogue hehehe đ€
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A ficlet based on the idea that the snails just hang around after the end of the session and also reflect their respective players true feelings. (yes I saw the one someone made earlier about Pearlâs snail with Gem but I had this written already and Iâm not gonna not post it just because someone else posted the idea first.)
Pearl was, frankly, sick and tired of the snails. She kept checking the seams of their new base to ensure that nothing can get in. Her fingernails had bits of debris caught underneath them from each time she ran them over the corners, over the grout holding the cobblestone walls together, over everything. Grian said the snails wonât want to kill them anymore, but Pearl wasnât taking any chances. Cleo and Scott seemed content to have theirs hanging around, and even Impulse wasnât as wary, but while she thought they were cute at first, itâs a little less cute when theyâve killed you twice.
âAw look at it! It loves Scott!â Cleo cooed happily. Pearl was actually trying very hard NOT to look at Cleoâs especially. Like Cleo, it was stitched together of green undead flesh. But unlike Cleo, Pearl had no affection for it and thus her disgust overpowered anything else. When she did take a glance at her teammates, Scott was happily patting ZombieSnailâs shell as it snuggled into him. Snailjor was similarly content to curl up against Cleo, who was petting it almost like a cat.
Impulse was reacting a bit more normally in Pearlâs opinion. ISnail was following him around as he changed into a more comfortable set of clothes to sleep in (cargo shorts are very practical, but not very soft), occasionally nudging at Impulseâs ankle. It made Pearl ache to be back on Hermitcraft, with Olive getting in her way as she tidied up. They had to stay the normal length of the session though, even if they had cut the killing short. It would be a few more days before anyone could go anywhere.
Then there was Pearlâs own snail. It was, frankly, nowhere to be seen. It seemed to want as little to do with her as she did with it. Oh well. Another soul bound (that is what Grian had called them, right? It seemed like he was making things up to torment Pearl specifically at this point) rejecting her. Whatever.
Maybe she had spoken too soon, she thought, as a light rustling came from outside the walls. It was followed by the sound of those stupid propellers the things had been using to fly around all session.
âIâm not in the mood, dude,â Pearl called out, as she, like Impulse, searched their chests for the sleep shorts she had brought. As her back was turned, she could hear the snail still approaching, and sighed as its cold and slimy body nudged against her leg. âSeriously, can you just-â
Her words caught in her throat as she looked down at the snail. Instead of the brown shell, navy blue jacket, and oddly long hair that she had been running from all session, there was a light orange shell and little set of overalls. Gemâs then. Pearl crouched beside it, eying it suspiciously. She still really didnât get why Gem was so angry at her, but it couldnât be a good sign that her murder snail was here.
âWhatâs up little Gem?â Pearl asked, putting her hand out. The snail, predictably, bit her, drawing blood with its oddly sharp teeth. Pearl drew back with a yelp, curling the hand into her jacket. âDang it! Jeez Louise Gem, if you wanted to kill me outside of session time, wait till weâre back home at least,â
And home had been odd, frankly. It seemed like Gem might have been avoiding her on Hermitcraft. The Life Series wasnât normally like that. It got kind of fuzzy when you werenât in the server proper. Only a couple of weeks after Pearl had slaughtered them both in Double Life, she had been planning with Impulse and laughing with Cleo. She had done some clean up for Scar the same week she had put up a wall between her and the Clockers. Hell, even right after Secret Life her and Gem had hung out like nothing was the matter, chatting about the series casually. Something about being back here had dug up feelings Gem had clearly chosen not to address with her, and could Pearl really be blamed for that? No, she decided, and she wouldnât take Gemâs snail letting out those feelings like this either.
âWhoa, what happened?â Scott had come rushing over at Pearlâs yelp. She sighed, gesturing with her now bleeding finger. Scott hissed through his teeth, âWoof, thatâs nasty. What did you do to tick off Gemâs snail?â
Pearl growled, frustrating welling up. âThe same thing Iâve done to Gem! Nothing! It came up to me to bite me! I literally didnât do anything!â
Scott put his hands up, looking for all the world like he didnât believe her.
âAlright, alright, let me look at that finger then, donât want it to get infected. Youâve already lost more lives than you can afford.â His tone was joking, but Pearl couldnât help but be a little hurt. She wasnât trying to lose lives! Really! She didnât want to win, but she didnât want to go out first. It was just hard with the wild cards to find her normal footing.
Usually in these games her biggest strength was the ability to hide and outlast her opponents, but the twists had made that impossible. She was a good fighter, could hold her own when inevitably there was only a handful of people left and she had to fight, but she usually avoided getting involved until then. Now, she might be dead before those final bloodbath days, when the whole server was red and all was going to hell, even happened.
While Scott took the time to properly clean out the cut, the snail nudged at Pearlâs ankle again. She shook it off with a frustrated huff.
âSee what I mean? Itâs trying to come up to me! What am I supposed to do about that?â Scott finished wrapping her finger and looked down at the snail, which seemed frankly uninterested in him, beady green eyes fixated on Pearl alone.
âMaybe itâs like an abused cat,â he proposed, âIt wants to show you affection but when you do it back, it starts hissing and biting. Youâve just got to let it come to you and pretend you donât even notice it,â
âOr, we could leave it outside the base and hope it goes back to Gem?â She suggested, hopefully. Scott gave her an exasperated look.
âDidnât it fly over the wall to get her in the first place?â Pearl pouted and huffed, crossing her arms.
She titled her head to get a good look at the snail. Her right eye had gone red tinted and it made it harder to see out of, forcing her to crane her neck at odd angles to see with the left. The Gem snail had come crawling back and was circling the log Pearl had sat down on. Every subsequent circle, it got closer and closer, until it was brushing Pearlâs leg. Finally, as Pearl sat still so as to not provoke another attack, it settled on the log beside her, leaning its weight against her thigh. Pearl ignored it pointedly, holding back a shudder at the weird feeling of its slug-like body.
It wasnât until the next morning that the Gem snail finally left. Pearl had barely been able to sleep, halfway between comforted and afraid of the thing snoozing beside her. She didnât want to provoke it. She hadnât wanted to provoke Gem. Maybe she was doing all of this wrong. Or maybe Gem was. Either way, she just wanted to go home and have things be normal again.
Somewhere, in the forest, Pearlescentsnail found a tree and climbed up it to sleep. She looked around, making sure there was no one else there, sank into her shell, and stayed there until the session ended. She went out alone.
#pearlescentmoon#geminitay#smajor1995#zombiecleo#fanfic#wild life SMP#THIS IS NOT A SHIP FIC#you can read it that way if you want but it is not written with that intention#shiny duo#life series
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100%. It's also worth noting that Eramis's grudge with the Traveler and her intent to destroy it wasn't even entirely irrational; she wanted it gone so that people's fates weren't dependent on the whims of gods. She wanted to level the playing fields, and while she was wrong in her assumption that it was the Traveler leaving that led to the destruction of Riis, she also...wasn't entirely wrong, either. Humanity is the only instance where the Traveler stayed and fought back, and we're the only species assailed by the Black Fleet that got to keep our homeworld as a result. We're not any more worthy than the other species that were eradicated we just happened to get lucky. Eramis (and the rest of the Eliksni) have every right to be furious at this, given the amount of horrors that they had to endure on the Drift to get to Sol- horrors that are so bad that in the opening mission of Revenant, Eramis uses the Drift the same way that we would use 'hell' when she roared "Stand before me if you dare! I'll send you back to the Drift again and again!"
Eramis's goal, while foolish, was still selfless, to an extent- it was to destroy the Traveler so that nobody could ever suffer from a second Whirlwind, which, despite everything, did include us as well. She's never liked humanity, much less the Young Wolf, but she's also never given off the vibe of her hatred for us being personal. She genuinely seemed to have thought that we were being treated like pawns by the Traveler in Beyond Light, and, as soon as she unthawed in Plunder and realized that she was the one being used as a pawn, she warmed up to the idea of double-crossing the Witness right quick. I don't remember exactly when she said it, but I do recall hearing her have dialogue where she was talking about how much she hates gods in general, not just the Traveler, and how she wants to be free of them- all of them. If that means giving over the reigns to House Light, then yes, she will do that. Not willingly, ofc, and she has every right to be suspicious about how well House Light will work bc they ARE under the yoke of the Last City, but a big chunk of why she saved Eido in Plunder is bc she sees the future in her (the rest of it was bc, despite her posturing, I don't believe that Eramis would ever be able to stand by and watch a young Eliksni die. She's too much of a mom for that).
And that leads into a whole other thing that people always seem to get wrong: Eramis did not have a choice when it came to firing the warsats. Yes, the Witness exploited her, yes it was preying upon her grief and fury and depression like it did for everyone else it talked to, but she also never had any other option but to fire those missiles, because it was standing right there, staring at her. If she refused, then she likely would have either been killed and/or she would have been horribly punished via more of her people being turned into Scorn and then sent to do it themselves (likely this, bc Eramis is suicidal and does not value her own life). It SEEMED like she did it for Riis, and she likely believed that to be the case, but there was never an option for her to back away, and even if she did, there was never an alternative to the Warsats being fired. People like to bitch about her being the cause of Rasputin's death all the time and it drives me insane bc it's just flat-out not true. Her seeing for her own eyes that it never would have worked anyways was also a key pivotal moment for her character, so like...yeah if Rasputin had to die in order for Eramis and the rest of the Eliksni to get an actual storyline then you bet your ass I'm sending that man to eeby deeby. But that's just a side bit from me being salty (for the record I loved Rasputin's character and was sad he died but also I think the writers got themselves stuck in a corner with the whole Xivu thing and him, and they managed to make his death feel narrative impactful, so. works for me). Eramis's whole stint under the Witness was one of punishment, and the way that the Witness punished her was by forcing her to stand by and watch as her House- full of the people that she swore to protect- got either turned into Wrathborn or Scorn. Mara Fucking Sov confirmed that for us. Eramis had almost no agency under the Witness, and what little she did have, she turned towards helping us, knowing that if she got caught, the consequences would be extreme.
Honestly, I think that the only thing she really did horribly wrong on a personal level was opening the vex portal on her own people, but even then, that could be argued to have been done under duress. Eramis opened the portal after we killed her council (specifically with the intention of destabilizing her btw, as we know that she makes horrible decisions when she doesn't have anyone else to talk her down), in a last-ditch effort to destroy the Young Wolf. I don't count anything that happened under the Witness because nothing she did then could really be considered her own actions/intent, and I think it's really telling that the second she's out from under the Witness's control, her first action was to try to go home to her wife and kids. And then, when the Scorn started threatening her people, she gave that up as well so that she could call the Vanguard to help them. The Vanguard. The people who specifically sent out a strike team to kill all of her friends and break her House. She did all of this knowing that they would capture her and very likely kill her (actually, she's fully under the assumption that we're going to kill her, if you listen to her yapping in her cell), but that didn't matter to her. She had to get her people to safety, and she knew she couldn't do so herself, so she did everything she can to prevent that, even though it meant putting her life and her pride on the line. Sure, she's been suicidally depressed since Plunder, but that doesn't diminish the sacrifice she made in the slightest
Eramis was never selfish. She's right up there with Misraaks in terms of being an extremely selfless, caring leader who'd do anything for her people. It's just that she's not being nice about it to coddle to human empathy, which, given the track record of horrible shit that we've done to her people, we really shouldn't expect from her anyways.
I want everyone who continues to claim that Eramis was in line to be a disciple of the Witness to shut the fuck up and give me 500 dollars right the fuck now btw. These are not the words of someone who was en route to becoming a disciple, aka the most selfish entity of their entire race. These are the words of someone who genuinely does not think she has any worth left in her, but is still fighting because the alternative is that people she cares about will die. Literal opposite of selfishness right here
#people keep saying she's a hypocrite but honestly shes not. she's just in a lot of pain and hurting#ive said before that eramis is essentially like a mother tiger who got her cubs taken from her and never exited that state of pained fury#before. and ill say it again#shes also been trapped in fight or flight mode for so long that she doesnt remember anything else. like#give the bitch a break
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(˶ᔠᔠá”˶) TODAYâS CONTENTS : 16+ / cursing / reader is suspicious!.. / a little bit of angst(?) / fem!reader / reader is scared of bugs / reader is described shorter than satoru / satoruâs kindaaa a bitch / let me know if i missed any warnings <3 â
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ËËË wc : 3.7k (how did we go from 2.5k to..)
âtokyo jujutsu high..â you lean back against your seat in the train as an overwhelming feeling takes over you. this is going to be your new life â as a jujutsu sorcerer. this is what you signed up for, so no take backsies, right? even so, you canât shake off the lingering feeling within you that tells you today is going to be much more than just a.. âlong dayâ
âExcuse me, can you stop your mumbling?â your head snapped towards the sound, a look of embarrassment washing over you, realizing youâve been talking to yourself like an idiot.
âoh, my apologies.â you force a smile at the old man who had been clearly trying to sleep, silently cursing yourself for choosing the worst possible seat â it doesnât look like there are any decent ones, now that you look around.
âwhew, everyone on this train looks real sketchy..â and youâre back to mumbling to yourself. i canât even get my head straight right now.. the overburning feelings of excitement and stress cling to your heart. this is a big day for you, isnât it?
you were told you were the replacement for some.. âcrazy guyâ who slaughtered an entire village and left the jujutsu society. you wonder how his teammates feel about that â are they mad about what he did? sad that he left? or worse, scared of him even? no â maybe all at once. âsounds like a bunch of bullshit though..â you sub-consciously mutter. i mean, who is crazy enough to kill the people they swore to protect?
you canât help but stare out of the window, a state of frenzy taking over you. determination flows through your body, youâre ready for this, these are just the few small steps you need to aâ
âattention passengers,â a voice echoes through the train âweâve arrived at tokyo â may all passengers please depart carefully, i repeat, weâve arrived at-â
a frustrated groan leaves your lips, maybe you did want the train ride to last just a little longer. the boost of confidence you had early had quickly seemed to dissipate into thin air. come on, youâve got this..
despite the hesitating thoughts, you donât waste another second without arising from your seat, nearly stumbling onto your belongings. a sheepish apology quickly slips out of your mouth in a desperate attempt to not make any further noise while leaving your seat, lurking behind the stretching line of people exiting the train.
the almost never-ending line slowly becomes smaller and smaller until youâve finally reached the train gate. as soon as you walk out and enter the train station, youâre greeted with the beautiful scenery of tokyo. itâs your first time experiencing the grace of such a serene place in real time â itâs almost distracting, really, the sound of birds chirping by and people bustling everywhere â hold on, something smells a little..
âhey, iâm here.â a hand waves over your face, causing you to flip around quickly and youâre greeted by the sight of a girl with short brown hair and a cigarette sitting in between her lips â so thatâs where the smell is coming from. âoh.â you eye her uniform, easily recognising the jujutsu tech uniform that bared similarities to yours.
âwow, youâre pretty.â you attempt to ignore the smoke hitting your face by throwing in a compliment, miserably failing as you slip out a couple of coughsâ ahem. . you clear your throat.
the girl notices your discomfort quickly. âsorry.â she removes the cigarette from her mouth, letting the tip burn and the end falling to the ground.
âno, no, its fine.â you shake your hands, sighing in relief when you finally taste some fresh air. âso, youâre shoko right?â a curious gaze displays your features.
âmhm, i am shoko.â she confirms your statement. âMr. Yaga sent me to escort you, he rambled quite a bit about you.â shoko briefly glances your way as you subtly nod at her words, gesturing you to follow her. you wonder what Mr. Yaga could have possibly said about you â hopefully good things.
âso youâre replacing suguru, huh?â she says it almost as a fact and not a question. honestly, she is also a little unsure about the replacement like satoruâ maybe not as worried as him, but she still expresses a sense of uneasiness â she is suguruâs friend too after all. . or was.
you havenât even noticed that sheâs talking to you, her words entering into one ear and out of the other. youâre inattentively staring straight ahead, mind too occupied with thoughts to notice her voice. your ears are ringing with theories about what could of seemingly caused their friend to do such an insane 360 â or maybe im thinking about it too much, heâs not what im after anyway..
âheeyy? you there?â
âoh, yeah, i am.â your response came off a little delayed. damn it, focus. you shake your head, trying to get rid of the lingering thoughts, itâs not the time to let your head get swayed.
âso. . is smoking even allowed in there?â you ask with a half-hearted snicker, a desperate attempt to save conversation.
âno, but if you donât get caught then it never happened.â she shrugs. ânot much of a smoker, are you?â the teasing glint in her voice makes you a little embarrassed, a nervous smile bracing your lips. âno, not really haha.â
ânothing to be embarrassed about, im just poking you.â her reassurance made you sigh in relief, perhaps this wasnât going to be as difficult as you assumed it was.
âactually.. i wanted to ask something.â shoko turns her head in your direction, awaiting your question expectantly. thereâs an unsure expression on your face, contemplating your words.
âwhy did your teammate-â the words are about to roll off your tongue when suddenly a strange noise causes you to choke on your words â ring ring.
well isnât that just great.
âsorry, gimmie a sec.â shoko looks at you apologetically as she takes her flip-phone out of her pocket. she checks the contact name, satoru. you managed to take a peep in time to see whoâs calling.
the name leaves your throat a little dry. satoru gojo â from the gojo family. his existence itself makes curses quiver. a sense of rage boils up within you, hearing the name of the gojo clan itself makes your teeth grit.
your eyes narrow for a moment as you faintly hear his voice on the other side of the phone, words being exchanged. âstop calling, im almost there.â shoko hung up, her attention diverting back to you. she doesnât miss the scowl on your face. âsomething wrong?â
âoh, no, nothing.â you snap out of your trance before your kettle could pop, your lips curling upward. âwhoâs âsatoruâ?â you fake a curious look. play dumb â thatâs it.
âyou donât know satoru gojo?â shoko lets out a humorous laugh, faltering a little when she sees the serious look on your face. âheâs from one of the big clans, the strongest sorcerer of our generation, they say.â she simply shrugged. âdonât worry about it, heâs all talk, no bark.â she gives you a reassuring look, not what you would of expected from a gojo clan member â but perhaps you should take her word for it, for now.
theres a strangely comforting silence as you follow behind her, you could feel the air getting chilly and shivers vibrating through your body. shoko doesnât seem to be affected much by it. maybe i shouldâve brought a coat.
âanyways, weâre at the outskirts of tokyo now.â you squint your eyes, seeing a big building a few feet away. âwell, youâre officially a sorcerer now. its not as exciting as it sounds, though.â she gives you a teasing look.
âi know that.â you roll your eyes. you both take a few more steps, finally arriving at the gate. behind the gate you spot multiple buildings. you have to stand still and collect your breath for a moment, so this is jujutsu tech.
âwoah, itâs huge.â of course you knew a place with sorcererâs from one of the biggest clans wasnât going to be any joke, but itâs hard not to be swayed by such a breath-taking place.
âcome on, lets go.â she takes your hand and walks through the gate. you closely inspect every sight on your way. wow, this place was pretty. youâre almost jealous of itâs radiance.
youâre taken to a bridge where shoko spots a familiar lean figure slouched against the railing with a sulky pout. the chalk-white hair that fell over his eyes, having to push them back with his long fingers and you almost get a view of the famous six eyes the gojo family is known for â those serene blue eyes that can put you in a daze with a look â wait, are you in a daze?
ânot you too..â shoko slams her face causing you to snap out of your daydreams in a panicked oh! âim going to hide your face with a cardboard box one day, i swear.â a nasty side-eye was sent satoruâs way.
you thought him âcharming people with one lookâ (such big talk!) was mere gossip amongst the crowd. i mean, he couldnât be that beautiful right?
youâve never been more wrong.
âhuuuuuh? so itâs my fault now?â satoru crosses his arms, a pout visible on his face. shoko already knows his ego is already swelling with pride, âcause he just canât control the fact that heâs oh-so beautiful, can he?
âoh. . uh.â you finally realize his tall figure looming over you, taking a few steps back as he sizes you up, those piercing cold eyes were antagonising, anything but friendly. resentment runs through your body â it really is him, satoru gojo.
âthis is stupid.â satoru let out a huff, pulling away and crossing his arms. âwe donât need a replacââ satoru freezes in place when he catches the striking scowl on shokoâs face. âwhatever. itâs âniceâ to meet you.â how much more pettier could he get?
âwellllll, ahem.â you let out a cough, trying to compose yourself. âmy apologies. youâre satoru right?â you ask with a friendly smile on your face, but itâs almost like he can see through it with the way he eyes you. as if his icy orbs were poking right through your skull, did a shiver just run down your spine?
âitâs gojo to you.â a huff escaped his mouth and he turned away, refusing to even look at you, as if he was destined to hate you the exact moment you met â well, at least thatâs something you both have in common.
shoko could only smack her forehead with her palm. when suguru joined sorcery, him and satoru didnât hit it off immediately, it took them a while to get used to eachotherâs company and get over their silly rivalry.
yet she has this strange feeling it might not be the same with you.
âignore him, heâs just been a big whiny bitch about about the idea of a replacement.â shoko places a hand over your shoulder, ignoring the offended look satoru gave her, he was no âwhiny bitchâ about it.. okay, maybe he was⊠just a little.
âspeaking off..â you finally take your chance. âwhyâd your old teammate leave?â as soon as the words spilled out of your throat, you quickly notice how a cold tension develops in the air. you take a glance at satoru, oh. he doesnât look very pleased you brought that up. .
âwhatâs it to you?â he snickers, tone comes off with an edge of hurt. he canât say heâs over it, that he moved on, that would be a blatant lie. the reoccuring images of that day play in his head, not a single flaw in the vision of that scene â and it hurts.
you almost feel bad for bringing it up, since it clearly wasnât the. . âright timeâ. you rub your hands together, its cold. was it always this chilly out here?
âi was just askââ âwell, itâs none of your damn business.â
you can almost feel his glare, as if it was stabbing daggers right through your mind. teeth clenching, you hate that look, itâs just like them all. just like every other gâ
âweâll talk about it later.â shoko finally says something, you let out a breath you didnât even know you were holding. âim going to show her around for a bit, satoru. bye.â shoko waved as she quickly pulled you away from the bridge. phew.
âso i definitely killed the mo-â youâre immediately cut off. âdonât bring that up in front of him, god.â shoko laughs. âitâs a sensitive topic for him.â
shoko looked up for a brief moment, exhaling. âsuguru â he was our old teammate. they both were practically inseparable, iâm guessing you know he left and all.â you take in her words, suguru geto, of course you already knew who he was.
âim guessing you also wont tell me why he left.â you laugh, yet a curious gaze still present, hoping to hit the jackpot. âwell.â shoko lets out a quiet hum and youâre kept on your toes, anticipating, as if watching a love confession in a movie. come on. .
âwhy do you wanna know so bad?â ah, shit. you almost let a groan leave your lips, you knew it was never going to be that easy, yet itâs just as frustrating.
âim just a little curious, from the things i heard he did some prettyyy crazy things, yâknow?â woah, good save. âi canât argue with you on that.â shoko laughs bitterly. âill tell you some other time, though. its your first day here, let me tour you for real.â
you nod at her words, trailing behind her as she leads you to a hallway. you take a good look around â must be the dorms.
âso this is where the dorms are.â you look to the direction shoko points at. âyour dorm is the one on the right, next to.. satoruâs.â she gives you an apologetic look. âtheres no other rooms with essentials as of now, hope he wont be a big pain in the ass for you.â
you acknowledge her words, slowly moving to the room, paying a lot more attention to satoruâs door than yours â there was nothing special about it, yet you canât shake the feeling that everythingâs going a bit.. too smooth. your dorm being right next to his is like a lottery ticket, itâll make everything much easier, but itâs almost too good to be true â or maybe youâre just overthinking it.
aside from that, itâs also not the best thing in the world. itâll be perfect for your mission, and yet one day you might just end up punching that arrogant expression on his face from irritation â a double edged sword, they say.
âyou can do whatever you want with the room, you listening?â you turn back to shoko, giving her a half-hearted smile. âoh, yeah, definitely.â shoko gives you a suspicious look. âill take your word for it.. anyway, Mr. Yaga wants to see us tomorrow for a mission so you can prepare for that.â
âwow, mission already? itâs not a piece of cake, huh?â you joke. âconsider yourself lucky, a lot of people have it way worse.â she teases you. âim going to go back to my own room â 303 if youâve got any questions.â she gives you a pat on the shoulder before heading to the third floor, leaving you with the key to your dorm.
you slowly approach the door, finding yourself inspecting the door carefully as if something might jump out and hurt you, paranoid much.
rest assured, there was nothing set up. (obviously. .) youâre fiddling with your keys, about to open the doorâ
footsteps. the noise causes your ears to perk up immediately, turning around in a defensive stance to see whoever it isâ oh.
âwoah.â satoru raises his hand in the air defensively. âyou âtryna to kill me or something?â redness spreads across your face as you immediately stand up straight. âim not armed, that was just a reflex.â you shoot him a glare. clearly, both of you were still petty about earlier.
âyou were reaaaaalll nice with shoko huh?â suddenly heâs leaning in close. too close. is he onto you? is your journey over right here right now? maybe you were stupid for thinking you co- âthereâs no mistake about it..â he scratches his chin.
âwhat?â you clench your fist in annoyance, its like your patience disappears whenever it comes to him.
âyouâve got a bug in your hair, do you even wash it?â
. . . .
âwait, what?â a rush of panic washes over you. âwhere is it!? wait, gojo!â you look up to him with a pitiful expression, only to be met with a teasing smirk. âohhh, so youâre scared of bugs.â heâs saying it as if heâs keeping tabs on you or something. . he definitely is.
âi was just playing with you.â he shrugs nonchalantly. âseriously, how are you gonna fight a curse if youâre scared of a âlil ole bug?â oh this little tease.
âyouâre seriously. asking to be punched, gojo.â you attempt to come off as intimidating as you can. unfortunately for you, youâre dealing with the cockiest man on this planet.
âwhat happened to âyer nice little demeanour huuuh? or does it just not apply tâme?â heâs easily towering over you, you donât know why heâs so.. adamant to get to you. every word that comes out of his mouth â god, give me patience.
âbold of you to assume you deserve a single ounce of kindness.â ouch. the exasperated look on his face proved he did not take your comment lightly.
âoh yeah? donât get arrogant just âcause you happen to get picked as a replacement.â thereâs a strange venom in his words, you canât tell whether it's targeted towards you. just why did he have to be so hard to read?
âjust what are you so mad about, that you have to come bother someone else about it?â you bite back. âoh, yeah, me mad, suuuuureee. as if you didnât look like you wanted to kill me a few seconds ago.â he retorts right back at you.
this isnât how itâs supposed to go. youâre supposed to be nice to him and gain his trust â but that lingering anger in your heart is taking over you, the same coldness you loathe feeling â that cold look in his eyes, its just like them all. itâs like your feelings are speaking for you, as if your heart is pouring itself out.
present you would laugh at the fact that just an hour ago, you thought youâd be able to befriend him with ease. like a walk in the park, youâll shoot him a kind smile just like you did with shoko, compliment his eyes maybe, yet it seems like you were destined to be enemies at first sight.
âand you know what? maybe you should be careful, âcause i will.â you shoot back, but satoruâs obviously not taking your threat seriously â âwhat could a wimp like her do to me?â
âoh please.â he grabs the collar of your shirt. âif you want me to be the last thing you see ill make it happen right n-â
âsatoru, what are you doing?â a stern voice is heard from behind satoru and he immediately pulls away. you immediately recognise the man as the principle â Masamichi Yaga.
ânothinnggggg.â what a liar, you almost want to rat him out but technically itâs your fault as well. . .
âyouâre the new student, arenât you?â the man approaches you while satoru quietly observes. âyeah-â your voice comes out in a stutter. âi am..â
âitâs your first day here, and youâre already fighting with that lunatic.â a grumble escaped his lips. his tone held a sense of aloofness, he doesnât seem like someone who plays around. âdonât let me find this behaviour continuing.â
âbut he started it f-â you donât even have time to respond and heâs leaving. your first encounter with the principle and its great, wow.
âbut sirrrr, but heee..!â satoru mocks you from the side, and you have half a mind to not kick him in the face right there.
âim done arguing with an immature jerk like you.â you declare confidently, knowing youâre just as immature as him. âwoooooah, look at miss victim being the bigger person, arenât you sooo admir-â by the time heâs done talking, youâve already slammed the door to your room shut, causing him to flinch a little.
âgee, sheâs âannoyin alright.â satoru opens the door to his own room with his key. walking inside and flopping onto the bed immediately. the AC is turned on in a beat. satoru can feel his mind relax as the cool air hits his body.
todayâs tiring. thereâs a lot of new unwanted thoughts swarming his mind, many of them being you.
in fact â ever since he heard about you replacing suguru, heâs been unable to help the hatred that filled his heart. is it hatred? or is he scared? the thought of someone else taking suguruâs place, for some reason, it irks him.
âmaaaan, feelings are just as annoying as her.â satoru grumbled, resting his head on his arms. âi swear âsomethin about her rubs me the wrong way.â
heâs not taking himself too seriously. heâs probably just thinking about it too much because heâs overwhelmed. heâll take a nap and forget about it soon enough. (if only he followed his âdivine intuitionâ.)
you, on the other hand, are quite literally panicking. unable to even lay down on your bed. youâre staring at the wall in disbelief, youâve made it so far, you canât afford to mess up now. but that look in his eyes â it brings back too many memories youâve been wanting to forget.
maybe he was just playing around when you were fighting, but youâve realised it now. he really can kill you if he wanted to. it makes you doubt yourself â if you even hold a fraction of his power. you knew it was never going to be easy, but it makes you wonder.
âjust how will i assassinate gojo satoru?â
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ËËË a/n : first chapter !! uh funfact reader was not suppose to have ulterior motives and the story was just suppose to be a simple rivals to lovers thing but while reader was talking to shoko i was like, why not give her a cliche assassin story đââïžđââïž hope you enjoyed reading!!
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Overheard -Oneshot
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Y/N ate her overpriced shrimp carbonara slowly, looking around the restaurant as if she was marveling at the grand decorations, whilst subtly watching the two people at the table just twenty feet away. It was a mission, tracking two spies who had been exchanging information to foreign entities. They already had enough information on the woman, catching her in the act of stealing government information, now they just needed to figure out which government or country the man belonged to that she was selling the information to. They looked very chummy for two people who supposedly had never met before, and it made Y/N suspicious.
âHowâs your dinner, baby?â Bucky asked her across the table.
Y/N blinked and looked away from the two spies, meeting his gaze. âItâs good,â she replied. âMight even take some back up to the room for later.â
Buckyâs eyebrows raised. âYou think so?â
She smirked. âWith the way this shrimp is flirting with me, Iâd say it's definite.â
He smirked back at her. âWell, maybe we should pack it up and go relax for a bit.â
âSounds good to me,â Y/N nodded. Bucky raised his hand for the waiter, asking for a box for Y/Nâs food and that they would be leaving, to put the dinner on their room tab. The waiter quickly returned with a box and Bucky stood from his chair, walking over to Y/N and helping her stand from her chair. She thanked him quietly as he grabbed her food box then placed his hand on the small of her back, guiding her out of the restaurant. When they reached the door he took her hand in his, walking to the elevator. They were on this mission as a couple on an anniversary trip, coming close to the two spies without having to interact with them too much but be in close proximity.
When they reached their floor they dropped off Y/Nâs food, using the cover of their room to detonate previously placed electric charges on the cameras in the hallway. Once that was done they slipped out of their room and went over to the womanâs room that was next to theirs.
âAre you sure theyâll come here and not his room?â Bucky asked as he set up small camera bugs around her room, checking the room for hidden weapons and other cameras.
âHe never booked a room,â Y/N said, opening different doors to check for good hiding spots for them both. âHe doesnât plan on staying.â
Bucky hummed and finished what he was doing. He got a ping on his watch and suddenly rushed to her. âTheyâre right outside,â he said in a hushed tone, nearly dragging her to the large armoire closet across from the bed.
Y/N huffed as he pushed her inside the closet and shut the door behind himself. âThat was fast,â she whispered. âThey werenât finished with dessert yet.â
They heard the door bang open, and then two sets of hurried, panting breaths. Y/N and Bucky were shoved in the corner of the armoire, his large frame engulfing her in the small space. She looked up at him in shock as they heard the woman moan, both of their eyes widening when they heard the telltale sign of clothes being taken off and bodies climbing on the bed.
âTheyâre notââ
âThey are,â Bucky whispered.
âFuck yes, please Antoine! Fuck me!â
âOh yeah baby. Gonna fuck you so hard!â
Y/Nâs lips tightened as she tried not to laugh, shutting her eyes and leaning her head back against the closet wall. Bucky bit his lower lap, looking both amused and horrified at the same time, which made Y/N huff a silent laugh.
âArenât they both married?â Bucky whispered. Y/N nodded. âTo other people?â She nodded again, her shoulders shaking with the effort to not laugh out loud.
The couple were going at it, and Y/N couldnât tell if the sounds they were making were real or exaggerated. It sounded like a badly made porno, and as much as it was enough to make her laugh, once the sound of skin slapping on skin started she felt a small fire start in the pit of her belly. Am I seriously getting turned on by this?
She didnât have much time to think about it as Bucky shifted in front of her, his hips inching away from her. Y/N could barely see in the closet, but looked up at him in question. His face was turned away from her, glaring daggers on the door with a deep frown, but she swore she could seeâŠwas he getting turned on, too? Y/N tried to subtly glance down, then as she shifted to try and get comfortable, her arm brushed against something hard. Bucky nearly choked, and Y/N silently gasped. He was getting turned on. He had a raging boner. Right now. In front of her. While they were stuck in a closet together.
Bucky shut his eyes tight, his head hanging low as he let out a slow puff of air. âPlease donât judge me,â he whispered.
Y/N almost didnât hear him over the loud moans and slapping noise outside the door. She frowned at what he said. âIâm not,â she whispered. He opened his eyes and looked at her. âItâsâŠitâs kinda hard not to be with all that going on out there,â she breathed, trying to play it off.
Bucky eyed her, his signature deadly smirk appearing on his ridiculously handsome face. Playing a couple with him wasnât hard. Y/N had always had a small crush on him, and could have sworn that every once in a while during a stolen moment she could see him looking at her with desire. That look was now solely focused on her, his eyes hungry as he looked down her body then back up to her eyes. âAre you turned on right now?â he asked teasingly.
Y/N felt like she was shrinking under his stare, a shiver running down her spine. Butterflies erupted in the pit of her stomach as her heart did a flip. âMaybe,â she whispered.
Buckyâs eyes narrowed, then he shifted again but this time forward, pushing his hips into her, letting her feel his hard cock against her stomach. Y/N gasped and Bucky quickly put his flesh hand over her mouth. The couple was getting progressively louder, saying ridiculous things to egg each other on. Y/N wondered if the woman was okay by how much she was screaming, and how hard the man was pummeling into her.
Bucky leaned down until his face was in front of hers. He nuzzled her nose as his eyes flicked across her face. Her breaths huffed against his hand as she stared at him. âYou like overhearing people fucking?â he whispered against his hand. Y/N shuddered at the tone in his voice, and felt herself involuntarily nodding against his hand. âDirty girl,â he smiled.
Y/N felt like her heart was about to implode. The sounds of sex echoing in the room with Bucky being this close to her, teasing and testing her while in hiding was all making her feel dizzy with anticipation. The fear of being caught in this compromising position, being completely at his mercy was overwhelming. Her breath came out as a stutter as she tried to relax. It would do her no good to freak out while they waited out the spy couple to finish then do the handover.Â
Buckyâs metal hand moved down to grasp her right wrist, bringing it up and pressing her palm over his bulge. Y/N whined softly in her throat and his flesh hand pressed harder against her mouth. âSshh baby, we canât let them hear you being a dirty little girl in here,â Bucky breathed. He pushed her hand up and down his length, letting her feel how hard and big he was. âYou feel that, Y/N? Yeah, Iâm turned on because of overheard sex, but Iâm mostly turned on because Iâm stuck in here with you,â he said, his lips starting to graze over her nose and across her cheeks. Â
This was how she was going to die, by a heart attack caused by the hottest man alive teasing her to her witâs end. Her head thrashed against his hand and he slowly pulled his palm off her mouth. âBucky, I canât,â Y/N whispered desperately. âPlease stop teasingââ
The sounds outside the closet reached a crescendo, the man and woman finally cumming with long, loud moans. Y/Nâs mouth dropped open and Bucky dipped his head and kissed her hard to shut her up, his flesh hand lightly squeezing her throat before she could whine or moan, cutting off the sound and literally stealing her breath away. The kiss was quiet, their heaving breaths covered by the sound of gasps and guttural moans outside.
âHoly shit, Antoine, that was amazing,â the woman huffed.
âTold you Iâd fuck you hard,â the man said with clear pride in his voice. âI love it when I make it so the neighbors hear you screaming my name.â
The woman giggled. âMe, too.â She sighed heavily. âHereâs the info.â
He sighed as well, the sound of shifting on the bed as he took it from her. âThanks, toots.â
Bucky huffed a laugh against Y/Nâs mouth and she broke the kiss to put a hand over his mouth. They both froze for a moment, waiting to hear for anything, but the couple didnât seem to hear them. Â
âShould we finish that dessert?â the man asked. âThen we can come back up here and go for round 2?â
The woman hummed. âAnd then Iâll be in charge.â
The man chuckled and Y/N could hear them getting up and getting dressed. After a few minutes their footsteps went out the front door. Once the door shut Bucky nipped at her hand, making her gasp and pull her hand away, then he kissed her hard again, caging her against the closet wall and pressing his whole body against hers.
âGot our evidence,â he breathed against her mouth. âMissionâs over. Now, can we go back to our room, and Iâll fuck you until you scream my name?â
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Got a request: Jinx x Piltover reader who comes to the undercity a lot to see some action and excitement with Jinx thinking theyâre from there only to find out that theyâre from topside.
[Arcane preference zaunites] with a s/o from Piltover (viktor, ekko, silco, vander, jinx, vi, sevika)
In less than a week, Iâve gained 500 followers and over 20 requests, so Iâll ask you right away to please be patient. English isnât my first language, and I donât think Iâll be able to post more than two or three headcanons a week (since I also draw). Iâm sorry to keep you waiting, but I just ask for a little patience. In the meantime, if youâd like to support me, you can follow me HERE (bluesky) even though I havenât started posting seriously yet, or you can leave a tip HERE. That said, enjoy!
Viktor:
- The most versatile on the subject. Heâs the first one who is constantly around the people of Piltover, studying and having his room at the academy, which is even located in a wealthy area.
- Generally, he doesnât pay much attention to someoneâs origins, but as the relationship grows more serious, memories of his early academy years become more vivid.
- Viktor is a chill guy, until heâs no longer chill, (at least the original one).
- Most heated discussions are likely to revolve around politics or events in the city. But as long as you donât call the people from the Undercity âbeasts,â âcreatures,â âmonsters,â âbeings,â or âanimals,â his anger wonât be directed at you.
- At some point, he wonât remember anymore that youâre from âdifferent neighborhoods,â and since he needs a hand carrying things to the academy, heâll start asking you to accompany him to the Undercity when he needs to make purchases or pick up pre-ordered items.
- And although it might scare or intimidate you at first, it wonât take long for you to get used to it.
- Although sooner or later, youâll learn to change your clothes before going down to Zaun.
Ekko:
- The first meeting with Ekko is straight out of a book: you get caught in a crossfire, and before you can even begin mentally writing your will, an arm grabs you around the torso and pulls you away at such a high speed that you feel like throwing up.
- He canât take people directly to the hideout, but he can offer you assistance as soon as youâre somewhere safer.
- This is why, the second time he saves you, he canât help but joke about how it almost seems like you put yourself in danger on purpose, and that you could ask him out in a less dramatic way.
- Of course, heâs just joking to break the tension, but when you actually propose it, even just as a way to repay him, itâs the beginning of the end.
- Between your outfit and the fact that, having run into you twice in a crossfire, you were in some pretty dangerous places, the last thing he expected was for you to ask him to meet up at the bridge and then show up dressed like a Piltie.
- Before his meeting with Cait and the one with Jayce, this wouldâve been a breaking point; he wouldnât have shown up and wouldâve just gone back. But now, even if heâs not thrilled, heâll at least come over to complain that you didnât tell him you were from the upper city.
- Heâs resigned to this fate, but he still remains a bit suspicious and on guard, not knowing your political stance, why you were down there, or how you see the people from his city.
- Even as you become closer, heâll never stop teasing you about your background. Youâre drinking, and you drop your cup? âWhat a strange way Pilties have of drinking.â
Vander:
- Going down to Zaun without stopping by the Last Drop is a waste, which is why youâre lucky enough to run into the Hound of the underground right away. Not only is he one of the most influential people, but also one with a lot of connections.
- At Vanderâs suggestion, you stay at the counter, and he uses the opportunity to ask you a few questions, curious: for example, why is someone from Piltover down in Zaun alone at that hour? What do you study, if you study, or what do you do for work, if you work.
- Vander is extremely sociable, and since he handles negotiations, he doesnât hold hostility toward upper-city residents, though itâs rare to see them in these parts.
- Itâs not even about flirting; he just wants to keep chatting and make sure he wonât have you on his conscience. He asks you to wait until closing, checks in on the kids to make sure everythingâs okay and says goodnight, then walks you to the bridge.
- The more regular your visits to Zaun become, the more the other regulars at the Last Drop start to recognize you and get used to you, making that place quite pleasant. And then thereâs the deal with the bartender: if you offer him a good chat, heâll treat you to a good pint of beer.
- The toughest part of getting close to Vander is learning that heâs a single father to four kids, and seeing the hostile and shocked reaction of the younger ones when they find out youâre not from their city.
- But hate is taught, and even if it takes some time, they slowly start to get used to you. Maybe they wonât jump into your arms, but if you decide to stay over, theyâll make room for you or bring you something to dry your face with, in strict silence.
Silco:
- This man, though he may not look like it, is the embodiment of patience.
- Itâs his goons who bring you to his office, and the first time, all it takes is a quick glance for him to know youâre not a spy, a rival, a drug addict, or a threat.
- Silco kills, but generally not without reason. So, the first time you have a heart-pounding panic attack from being dragged there, you get off with a warning: if they catch you poking around his business again, it wonât go so well for you.
- But today, Jannaâs on your side, and youâre safe.
- The issue is much simpler than it seems: if you live in the Undercity, you know which places to avoid and which gangs control which areas. But if youâre just a foolish Piltie who likes wandering outside your own city, the odds of ending up in one mess after another are high.
- Thatâs why, the second time they catch you near one of their shipments, his goons already have their weapons drawn.
- This time itâs not even Silco who spares you; instead, a firefight with the Firelights breaks out nearby, and youâre just lucky that bigger problems show up at the right moment.
- It happens repeatedly: either you run into his goons and instinctively wave like an idiot, or you end up in restricted areas, and one of them whoâs taken a liking to you motions for you to leave, or you start frequenting the Last Drop and see them all more often.
- Gradually, this brings you more oftenâand with less dreadâto the kingpinâs office, who, since even his daughter likes you, first makes sure to get you a map of the Lanes because âyouâre obviously so clueless you must be from Piltoverâ to keep you from getting yourself killed.
- Then he realizes youâre pleasant enough to let you hang out in his office on weekends, when the noise downstairs is so loud that he couldnât work anyway.
Jinx:
- Youâre essentially the âdumb Piltieâ stereotype that comes to mind when people in Zaun talk about those from the upper city.
- Deciding to venture into the alleys without any experience or knowledge of the area purely out of curiosity wasnât your brightest idea, but at this point, itâs too late to turn back.
- Thatâs why, after hours spent looking for something interestingâcolorful explosions that have been common recently near the docks, some chase scenesâyou find nothing, give up, and throw yourself into a bar.
- If it were evening, you might hope for more than just a jukebox playing country music, four young guys playing pool in a corner, and a girl sitting at the bar who looks half-asleep while the bartender cleans glasses, but you still decide to sit down and order something local.
- Everyoneâs eyes are on you, but the moment the girl with long blue braids lifts her head, the others snap back to what they were doing, and she looks at you, still drowsy and a bit confused.
- Meeting Jinx is the beginning of the end; she rambles on, is relaxed, and the moment she hears you wanted action, she jumps off her stool and drags you out before you can even sip your drink.
- She has no particular reasonâit's just rare to find someone who wants to have fun, although you quickly realize that her idea of âfunâ involves risking your neck.
- The first time ends like that; you donât even exchange names. When it gets late, she vanishes, leaving you no choice but to return to the bar in the following weeks, where you meet her again and pick up on that fun âtour.â
- This âtourâ brings you closer, even if you never talk about deeply personal things because thereâs never time.
- Itâs one night when youâre sitting together on a rooftop, watching the distant lights of Piltover, that she learns the hard truth: youâre from the other side of the river. This single piece of information seems to destroy everything you had built. Without a word, she runs off, and you donât find her at the bar at the usual time anymore, but you donât stop trying.
- The bartender probably tells her, or she sees you, who knows, because weeks later you meet again, and she almost looks sad to see you.
- She expected you to give up, not to keep coming back despite how difficult sheâd made it, which is why when you pull her into a hug, she stiffens, taking a while to hug you back.
- The closer you get, the more she becomes like a ghost. You even find her at your place, but you never see her on the streets in Piltover. She rarely stays over, but you know itâs because of personal issues.
Vi:
- Vi isnât for everyone: sheâs for those with a âsavior complexâ or hotheads who can take a couple of punches to the face.
- The reason youâre in Zaun, dressed incognito, is because your colleagues told you thereâs some interesting stuff in the underground cityâs shops.
- What you didnât expect was that the âinteresting findâ curled up behind an abandoned building would be a person.
- Nothing too serious, just a brawl gone wrong. Sheâd hidden to tend to her wounds in peace, probably in that vulnerable âcornered wolf showing its teethâ state.
- Cooperation isnât her strong suit, and, not to rely on Undercity stereotypes, but you imagine itâs also rare for anyone to help strangers wounded on the street.
- She becomes more docile after you simply stand by, âcovering her backââbasically just staying put and shielding her from view.Â
- whenyou blurt out, âForget gin; I need something stronger.â she starts to like you
- Once she recovers, she gestures for you to follow her, suddenly motivated by the urge to drink. Surprisingly, she takes you over the bridge to your own city, to a cozy pub that smells of wood.
- Drinking there becomes a habit; after a few drinks, you tell her you hate that the evening has to end, and she chuckles, flattered, before saying you can always do it again.
- And you do it again.
- You keep doing it until you end up kissing clumsily in the pubâs restroom, nearly knocking heads together, until she pins you to the wall and your brain signals a warning.
- You tell her you live nearby, suggesting you take things to your place, unknowingly revealing something you thought was obvious.
- She stares at you for a few confused seconds. âYou didnât tell me,â she says, but the truth is, Vi doesnât hate upper-city people, so once the confusion passes, the alcohol and hormones work their magic, leaving that conversation as a problem for the next morning.
Sevika:
- Her only interactions with people from the upper city have been with Enforcers, but contrary to appearances, Sevika is a big, intimidating dog thatâs actually quite tame.
- She doesnât get her hands dirty unless necessary, so even though she has no fondness for Pilties, sheâd never start a physical fight with one.
- You first see her in the Undercity, at the Last Drop, playing cards for a hefty sum of money against two shady types: one bald with a metal nose, and the other dressed like an out-of-place gentleman.
- Itâs only when the game ends and she gets up to head to the bar that you clumsily manage to strike up a conversation, receiving nothing but a scrutinizing glance in return.
- She lets you buy her a drink despite the large sum she just pocketed, and when you compliment her on her play, she puffs up with pride and starts talking about how those two just cheated but still couldnât win.
- For a momentâjust a momentâshe realizes sheâs never seen you around here before, but then she goes back to talking and listening, fueled by the alcohol.
- Getting her out of your head becomes impossible, and if you catch her at the end of her shift, sheâs even more relaxed. It doesnât take many weeks before you find yourself with your knees over her shoulders in the Last Dropâs basement.
- Emotional or mental intimacy with Sevika comes at an incredibly slow pace, but she starts approaching you in the bar, and your âprivate encountersâ become more and more frequentâuntil you try to make things more serious by inviting her up.
- Her reaction seems angry, but itâs more surprise; she hadnât realized and didnât expect it.
- She becomes a lot more guarded around you, until, in time, she learns to trust you again.
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mecha pilot jazz in the chest (not the head) is also the funniest options for other reasons! imagine the cross-cultural confusion. Like say Jazz meets Optimus and the gang and OP gives some big speech and is like "what matters most is what's in here" while patting his chest, and all the Bots are like "wow that's so deep, it's what's in the spark that matters" and meanwhile Jazz is just nodding along like "yeah, the pilot, duh!" Or Jazz deciding to hop out of his mecha to stretch his legs, so his chest pops open in front of Prowl who *gay panics* because why is this guy baring his spark in front of him, he didn't think their relationship was that serious yet!!! --but then instead a...smaller version of Jazz crawls out of his own chest (because I'm assuming the spacesuit doesn't look super organic at first glance) and then Prowl is like....uhh was this guy pregnant? how do babby happen?? is Jazz secretly a cassette host???? and honestly Jazz getting mistaken for being a cassette of his mecha would be a totally hilarious and believable outcome. I mean, personality wise he overlaps with Blaster pretty well, so the Bots are like 'oh no wonder the weird new guy likes music so much, he's a tape deck! that must be why he's Like That, too, all the cassette carriers are a bit weird.' Though Bots think it's odd that the mini mech also goes by 'Jazz' and meanwhile Jazz is confused why they all keep calling him 'Jazz Junior' when he's kicking it offline? (Meanwhile Ultra Magnus is squinting very suspiciously at the entire situation, because assuming you go with the IDW flavor, that Jazz-within-a-Jazz set-up looks awfully like his own secret load-bearer situation with his inner Minimus Ambus. So Magnus is trying to subtly figure out if Jazz is the same as him. But meanwhile Jazz is confused about this weird Magnus dude who keeps dropping all these hints and comes to the conclusion that Magnus is trying to tell him that he's *also* a human piloting a mecha?? Assuming he's figured out by then that the rest of the Bots aren't piloted. So they both think they share a secret, but it's two different secrets lmao.) Or maybe then Jazz takes off his spacesuit and is suddenly revealed to be organic and now instead all the Bots are panicking that their new buddy has some sort of parasite lmao. like if a transformer chest opens and an organic crawls out, their first thought wouldn't be 'pilot' it would be 'tapeworm', let's be real. Or if you want to get darker with it--maybe they *do* think 'pilot', but in the same way they would think it if a quintesson crawled out of a mech. As in, Jazz the mech was enslaved. And suddenly all these giant robots are trying to eradicate Jazz the human to protect their friend Jazz the mecha, who has seemingly been left unresponsive by this unidentified new organic enslavement threat. (Because a *new* organic species suddenly turning up that appears to be successfully enslaving mechs would be terrifying. Like it's probably a huge trope in their horror movies, right up there with sparkeaters.) Luckily for Jazz, his new buddy Prowl is a pretty intelligent guy, maybe he's smart enough to put the pieces together before his weirdo maybe-boyfriend's organic core gets squished? Also, if you go with the 'organic parasite horror trope' implications, that means when Prowl and Jazz are together after whatever reveal, Prowl is literally living out their version of the supernatural romance genre. He's the normal guy dating the scary creature from horror stories! Prowl is the Bella Swan in this AU, is what I'm trying to get at, lmao.
Question, is jazz controlling his mech from the chest or is he like, located in the head? Chest would make sense I think if you compare it to gundam and such but head is sorta like a brain replacement? Plus there is the huge visor he could potentially look through?
I think it needs to be chest because. Hear me out
Normal reason - the thickest armor - the best possible protection for pilot
My honest reason - JUST IMAGINE how freaky it would be for Prowl to see Jazz get FUCKING DECAPITATED and keep fighting after it. Just imagine
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Trash kitties
Thinking about Kid Wade needing a rabies vaccine because he finally caught that "Trash kitty" that keeps dumping their trash cans out back but it bit the shit out of him.
"...Kitty? Ow.."
"Ow? Why ow bu- HOLY SHIT What did you do!?"
"... trash kittys is mean.."
"You were playing with the stray mama cat again? I told you that she-"
"Nooo. Not a kittycat. A trash kitty. They steal trash."
"A raccoon? Wher- whe- How the hell did you get ahold of a racoon!?? This is new york!! The racoons are bigger then most dogs!! No offense mary-"
The dog scoffs and walks off with her rat like tail up.
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So now- here they are- Sitting in the car infront of the doctors and Wade is dead silent, Clinging to Fluffy the Wolverine like his life depends on it, colorful bandaids all over him and his arm wrapped in gauze. What ever Wade do to this poor raccoon? It wasn't going without a fight. Logan only guesses that he was trying to bring the raccoon home but failed.
He takes a deep breath "Now, Wade? You need to behave in here. No hurting anyone, okay? They just wanna help."
He just turns to him with this big, terrified, teary eyes. "Is it gonna hurts!?"
"A tiny bit."
"A tiny bit..? How tiny?"
"Do you know when Puppy puts her nails on you? On accident? Cause puppys can't put their claws inside like kitty?" He says, calm and holding his hand.
Wade whimpers, sniffles and nods, and is absolutely afraid of the shot that was about to happen. "Yes.."
"Well? It hurts a tiny bit like that. And you have to be good. Got it? Give me your baby knife."
He looks at him, suspicious, scared and shocked. Kitty has never taken his baby knife from him before but hesitantly, slowly he hands it over, letting it over over Logans firm open hand, pulling it back to his chest defensively.
"Your gonna give it back?"
"Ill give it back. I pinky promise. But sometimes when you're scared you make bad choices with your baby knife."
"... is kitty gonna hurt let them me...?"
Logans heart shattered, because unfortunately the awnser was yes. But he had too. For Wade's own saftey.
"No, no! Well-... uugh.. yes? Just a little bit. And I'll be right there. Kitty has to get a shot, too. You know that? A-and if you're good, I'll give you ice cream!" He adds quickly, having seen the way wades eyes were flickering towards the door.
He would bolt if too scared. Especially without his knife. And he wouldn't be found until HE wanted to be found. It was one of Logan's biggest fears. To loose him because he runs off.
"Okay?"
"...okay"
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Coming out of the clinic, Wade is skipping, holding a small cherry sucker, Fluffy, And had a new hello kitty bandaid. "That didn't hurt a lot. Just a tiny like kitty says. GASSSP Kitty!! I did good!? I have ice creams now?"
Good.
Groaning, Logan too had a bandaid on his arm, exhausted from all the damage Wade just did. He was so strong. Holding him down that long the best he could was the only thing he could really do, especially with Wade screaming and begging him to let go. Emotionally, and Physically, he was done.
The word made Logan want to laugh in his face. Yeah, sure, if you called 2 broken noses, someone getting an unplanned rabies shot today, another kicked in the stomach and the doctor bit on the arm- then SURE. He was good.
"Look, whatever happens.. Just.. give him the damn booster. Got it? Oh, and gaurd your nose-"
"What?" Said the nurse, only for her nose to be ultimately broken by the end of today, and Logan had to plead with them not to call the police. Thankfully, she was sympathic and didn't, but the conversation stressed Logan out enough for the next 3 days.
"..sure kid.. you did good." He lies, needing a nap and maybe a benadryl. "Hey and no more trash kittys.. okay?"
This was the reality of taking care of Wade Wilson. Trash kitties. Baby knives. And Ice cream.
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He could tell his girlfriend was getting quite stressed from work and school⊠ She never seemed to get a break.  So he waited until she had a solid 5 days of nothing..  With no one or thing to worry about.
  A lot of planning was involved, he cleaned out an old storage room and put in a crib with plastic sheets and cuffs on each corner of the bed (good for changing naughty rebellious little girls who wet and mess themselves.) Â
  There was a cabinet, filled with diapers, powder, wipes, and cute little outfits that made her look like a 3 year old..  There were also paddles, vibrators, rope, cuffs, and crops etc. depending on how bad his little girl decided to be.
  Finally it was time..  She came home from work with a sigh of relief..  He handed her cranberry juice with laxatives and diuretics.  Soon enough she would realize that she needs diapers, and Daddyâs guidance.
  âSweetie, I want to talk to you about something..  I know things have been so stressful for you, and I want to help.  Let me take care of you this weekend, so you can just relax.â  She loved the idea of that, it sounded perfect to her⊠ Little did she know what was actually in store for her.
  Some time had gone by, and she was beginning to get a bit suspicious⊠ Why did he keep feeding her snacks and drinks?  She had all ready had so much, but she didnât want to disappoint him..  Suddenly a need to pee washed over her and she doubled over trying to hold it. Â
  âWhatâs wrong baby?â  I asked, as I pulled her onto my lap.  âIâm not a baby,â she responded rather indignantly.  âNow let me up, I need to use the bathroom.â  She squirmed in my lap as I held her in my arms, she gave me a strange look as she struggled.  âListen baby girl, Iâm going to take care of you this weekend, but youâre going to have to follow some rules⊠ Rule number 1, bathroom off limits.â
  âYouâve gone crazy, havenât you?â  She asks in disbelief, the pressure growing in her bladder.  âCrazy for you little girl,â I teased as I began to tickle her.  Now she really began to squirm and writhe about, but suddenly froze as I felt my own crotch begin to get soaked, with a steady *drip drip* on the floor. Â
  âOh my God, Sarah, didnât you just say that you werenât a baby?â  She was didnât know how to process what happened, red in the face and utterly humiliated..  She just wanted to hide, she couldnât believe that she just wet herself, now she was soaked.
  âCâmon sweetie, lets get you cleaned up.â  Before she knew it she was being carried in his arms..  She really did feel like a baby in that moment, and it was kind of nice knowing that he was there to take care of her..  But then she saw it.  He opened a door to what looked like an adult nursery. Â
  Before she could say anything he had laid her down and began locking her ankles and wrists into the cuffs attached to the four corners of her crib.  Thatâs right, her crib, because she was the only one in sight who wet themselves like a toddler.
  âWhat are you doing?!â  She yelled and she flailed about against her cuffs.  Relax sweetie, this is for your own good..  You need to give this a chance, the cuffs are just in the beginning to help you settle in..  They may be used as punishment in the future if youâre going to be a naughty little brat.  âAre you fucking crazy?!â  She yelled.  He gave her a hard swat on her butt, and that was enough for her to go quiet, with just a small whimper, as she looked up with pleading eyes.
  He began to cut her clothes off of her, until she was completely naked.  The look in her eyes betrayed her, was she secretly enjoying this all ready?  Could she finally give up control to someone else?  He did make her feel safe, even though she was completely helpless now.  But then she saw it, he pulled out a thick diaper from the cabinet, and her face grew more red then he had ever seen.
  âWhat are you doing with that?..  Please no..â  She begged, and she lifted her cute little ass for him without even thinking.  Before she knew it he had expertly taped the thick diaper in place between her legs.  She couldnât help but press her diapered butt against the changing pad bringing it back and forth as the diaper rubbed against her princess parts, making her moan.  She felt so humiliated and helpless, why was it turning her on so much?
  He slapped her diapered but again, and told her no cumming without permission was rule number 2.  She pouted and looked up at him, about to plead for a second time before she caught herself..  She didnât want to be in diapers!  This was ridiculous!
  âYouâre going to behave, right baby?â  He let her out of her restraints, and lifted her onto his hip, carrying her back over to the couch.  He pulled a sheet off the couch, which turned out to be waterproof.  Important when you have a leaky baby to take care of.  Into the wash it went, to be ready again in a few hours when her diaper is at its leaking point. Â
  He held her in his lap again, giving her soft kisses and rocking her..  She was still trying to get over the fact that her Daddy was holding her in nothing but a diaper, when she felt a sudden intense pressure in her bowels.  She blushed at the thought of calling him Daddy, and began to squirm.  âPlease let me up, I really need to go.â
  âThatâs what your diapers are for sweetie, just relax and let goâ  She wasnât having it though.  She kept trying to fight and even buck against him as he held her down in his lap.  It was to no avail, she couldnât struggle and hold it..  She felt herself losing control, blushing as she let farted and her belly growled and grumbled.  She stopped struggling and focused all of her might on holding it in.
  She began to cry as the mess forced its way out of her and filled the back of her diaper.  It just kept coming as she grunted and struggled to push it into her tight diaper.  She was utterly exhausted and spent by the end, and a complete mess.  Makeup down her face from crying, and the fullest diaper she could imagine.  She began wetting herself, but didnât even care at this point.  She just tried to hide in his arms, really feeling like a baby for the first time.
  He patted her mushy diaper, pressing it into her..  She didnât even try to stop him any more.  âYouâre such a good girl, youâve gone through a lot baby..  Lets get you cleaned up with a bath and then get you in a fresh diaper.  Then we can curl up and watch a movie.
  She sighed as he was carrying her again.  She was humiliated, but she knew she was in good hands..  She would never admit it, but she might be enjoying this after all.
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