#going along w what i said... in my notes i actually have him listed as siwon baek KFJDJ

[milkbreadtoast]

(OC) v quick siwons... drew that first one as a joke aldjskdjs korean military buzzcut... wanted to see if he's still recognizable even when bald... thanks to the mole it still retains a siwon essence i think🫣 this wouldnt be canon tho bc i dont think the story takes place in korea.... (in the dream the cast was pretty diverse so.. i think there'd be more freedom to set it in a us-inspired setting. like promare)

[ruewrote]

𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑜 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦.

PAIRING: jj maybank x fem!reader WARNINGS: no use of y/n GENRE: fluff SONG INSPIRATION: american money by børns WORD COUNT: 3.7k NOTE: wrote this as soon as i finished the fast half of season 4 (no spoilers)

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you hated nothing more than waking up early, but today was different. instead of lazily swiping at your snooze button, you were jolted awake by a series of loud taps on your window.

squinting in the early morning light, you turned your head just enough to see jj standing outside, a goofy grin plastered across his face as he jangled his car keys at you. he was way too excited for this hour.

you couldn’t help but smile back, despite the fact that you were still half buried in your pillow. with a groan, you pushed yourself up and gave a lazy wave, signalling for him to let himself in.

living on the first floor definitely had its perks. sneaking in and out was practically effortless, not to mention it made surprise visits from jj a lot easier. he tried to slip through your window quietly, but in his true fashion, his foot caught on the frame, sending him tumbling head first onto your carpet with a thud.

you snorted, shaking your head. "very graceful. i’m sure that didn’t wake up the entire house at all."

jj groaned dramatically, clutching his chest. "not even a ‘you good?’ i’m wounded. in more ways than one."

rolling your eyes, you tied your hair back. "oh, please. how will you ever recover from such a tragic fall? come here, my sweet child," you teased, making grabby hands at him.

he took your joke as an invitation to flop onto the bed, completely flattening you beneath him with all his weight. you let out a groan. "seriously? with all the ways i thought this morning would go, this wasn’t on the list," he quipped, smirking as you tried to push him off.

"get off me! i haven’t even brushed my teeth yet," you complained, finally going limp beneath him. it was then you noticed he was just watching you silently, his face a mixture of amusement and something softer.

"what? do i have drool on my face or something?" you brought a hand up to wipe your mouth, but he caught your wrist, shaking his head.

"nope. i just didn’t realise how pretty you look in the mornings. it’s actually unfair to the rest of us," he said, his voice surprisingly sincere.

you felt your cheeks flush, unable to deal with the way he was looking at you. you pushed his face away, knocking him off the bed as you rolled out and made a beeline for the bathroom to brush your teeth.

"so, what’s the plan?" you called out, your words muffled by your toothbrush.

jj leaned against the doorframe, watching you go through your morning routine. "i was thinking we hit the beach. catch some waves, grab some food after?"

you nodded, rubbing in your sunscreen. "sounds good. is anyone else coming or is it just us?"

"just us," he said with a grin. then, with a mischievous glint in his eye, he added, "hey, can you do me too?"

you paused, caught off guard. "w-what?"

jj chuckled at your reaction. "i meant sunscreen. but hey, if you’ve got other ideas, i’m open to it, sweetheart." he wiggled his eyebrows playfully.

you rolled your eyes, laughing. "oh my god. shut up and come here."

you started applying sunscreen to his face, then moved to his arms. "alright, shirt off."

"wow, you move fast!" he teased, tugging his shirt off and tossing it aside, revealing his toned chest. he caught you glancing and smirked. "how do you want me?"

"turn around, i’m not doing your front. no matter how badly you want it."

he laughed and turned, giving you full access to his back. you rubbed the sunscreen over his shoulders, down his back, and along the waistband of his shorts. once done, you handed him the bottle. "here, but be careful with it. this stuff’s expensive."

jj flashed you a cheeky grin. "you sure you don’t wanna stick around for the show?"

you rolled your eyes again, though you couldn’t stop the smile on your face as you grabbed your plain white bikini and some high waisted shorts. heading back into the bathroom, you called over your shoulder, "alright, out! i need to change."

once you were ready, backpack slung over your shoulder, the two of you made your way to jj’s truck. the seats were already covered with blankets to keep your legs from getting scorched by the hot leather. a small but thoughtful gesture from him that made you smile.

he started the engine, blasting the ac. as the cool air hit your face, you sighed in relief. without missing a beat, you grabbed the aux cord before he could, causing him to let out an exaggerated scoff.

"how do you always manage to steal the aux? it’s my truck!" he protested, though the grin on his face gave him away.

"you just gotta be quicker than that, maybank," you teased, scrolling through your playlist. "now let’s go!"

as you hit play, coldplay’s "adventure of a lifetime" filled the car. jj groaned in mock agony, but before long, he was singing along with you, his earlier protests forgotten. the two of you drove toward the beach, windows down, the sun shining, and the day stretching out ahead of you.

the drive to the beach was the perfect mix of playful bickering, shared laughs, and loud singing, with the early morning sun casting long shadows over the quiet streets. the salty breeze from the coast whipped through the open windows, mingling with the upbeat music blasting from the speakers.

you glanced over at jj, his face illuminated by the golden light, and for a moment, the teasing stopped, replaced by an easy comfort that settled between you two. these little moments, just driving with no real agenda, were the ones you secretly treasured most.

when you finally pulled up to the beach, jj parked the truck in his usual spot, right next to a half empty lot of other early morning surfers. he killed the engine, and as the music faded, you both sat there for a minute, just taking in the sound of the waves crashing in the distance.

"ready to get schooled by the ocean?" jj asked with a smirk, breaking the silence. 

you smirked back, grabbing your board from the bed of the truck. "please, i’ve been practicing. this time i might actually stay on the board longer than five seconds."

jj raised an eyebrow as he tucked his surfboard under his arm. "i’ll believe it when i see it."

the two of you walked toward the shoreline, the sand warm under your feet as the early risers already dotted the waves. you set your backpack down and tugged off your shorts, feeling the cool ocean breeze against your skin.

jj whistled playfully, making you roll your eyes. "can you go five minutes without being annoying?" you said, pulling your hair back.

"i highly doubt it," he replied with a wink, before running toward the water.

you followed after him, the cool water rushing over your feet as you waded deeper into the ocean. the water was perfect, refreshing without being too cold and before long, you and jj paddled out past the break, waiting for the next set of waves.

he caught the first wave effortlessly, gliding along with ease. you watched, half impressed and half determined to show him you could hold your own out here too.

as soon as the next wave approached, you paddled hard, feeling the rush of adrenaline as the wave lifted you up. for a split second, you thought you had it. your legs wobbled but held. then, just as you started to ride the wave, you lost your balance and wiped out, tumbling into the water with an unceremonious splash.

when you surfaced, sputtering and laughing, jj was already paddling back toward you, his grin wide. "well, i’d say you lasted about seven seconds. that's an improvement!"

you splashed water at him. "shut up! i was close."

"you were," he admitted, still laughing. 

after a few more attempts and a couple more wipeouts. you both decided to take a break, paddling back to shore and collapsing onto the warm sand. the sun had risen higher in the sky by now, and the beach was slowly filling with more surfers and sunbathers.

jj laid back, folding his arms behind his head. "okay, i’ll give you credit. you didn’t completely suck today."

you rolled your eyes, nudging him with your foot. "high praise coming from you."

he chuckled, turning his head to look at you. "but seriously, you did good. you’re getting better."

"thanks, coach," you said sarcastically, though you couldn’t help but smile.

for a while, you both lay there in comfortable silence, the sound of the waves and the distant chatter of beachgoers creating a peaceful backdrop. jj’s presence was calming in its own way, even with all his jokes and endless teasing. it felt...right. like you could just be, without trying or overthinking anything.

after a while, your stomach let out a loud growl, breaking the moment. jj sat up, grinning. "alright, alright. let’s get you some food before you start eating the damn sand."

you rolled your eyes but stood up, dusting off the sand from your legs. "fine, but you’re buying."

"deal. but only because i feel bad about how hard the ocean kicked your ass today."

you playfully shoved him as you both headed back to the truck, loading the boards back into the bed. as you hopped into the passenger seat, he handed the aux cord to you.

"alright, aux queen. what’s the soundtrack for the food run?"

scrolling through your playlist. "let’s go with something that won’t make our ears bleed."

jj scoffed. "i have amazing taste in music. it’s you who has the questionable taste."

"oh please," you shot back, hitting play on a new song. the familiar opening of paramore's "ain't it fun" filled the truck. "you love this song and you know it."

as jj pulled out of the parking lot, you couldn’t help but laugh when he started tapping his fingers to the beat, pretending not to know the words, only to burst into song with you by the second chorus. 

after a few more playful exchanges and belting out lyrics to paramore, the two of you pulled into the local beachside diner it was a frequent stop for you after mornings like this. the place had the perfect post surf vibe, laid back, sandy floors and the smell of bacon, coffee wafting through the air.

you slid into your usual booth by the window and before long, a waitress you both knew well came over, giving jj a familiar grin. "the usual for you two?" she asked, scribbling on her notepad before you even had a chance to respond.

jj smirked at you from across the table. "we’re that predictable, huh?"

"well, when you’re here every other week…" you teased.

he laughed as the waitress walked off, leaving the two of you to settle back into the booth, the soft hum of chatter and clinking dishes filling the silence around you.

it was too long before your food arrived. jj’s massive breakfast burrito, and your classic stack of pancakes drowned in syrup. you dug in, not even bothering with small talk, both too hungry after the morning’s surf session. between bites, jj would make a joke or comment about something random and you’d respond with an eye roll or a laugh, the conversation flowing easily as always.

once you finished, jj insisted on paying, tossing a wink your way. "told you i got it."

you playfully shake your head, thanking him as you both slide out of the booth and head back to the truck. the drive home was quieter, the kind of silence that was more about comfort than anything else. your belly was full, the sun was warm, and you were both feeling that post beach laziness starting to set in.

back at your house, you led the way inside, kicking off your shoes by the door. your parents weren’t home yet, but you knew they wouldn’t mind if jj stayed over. in fact, they loved him. he was like part of the family at this point, showing up at random times, helping your dad with stuff around the house, or hanging out with your mom in the kitchen when she was baking.

you dropped your backpack by the door, jj followed you to the living room, flopping onto the couch with a groan. "i’m stuffed. i don’t think i’m gonna be moving for the rest of the day."

"good thing we’re doing nothing then," you said, settling down beside him as you grabbed the remote.

after scrolling through endless movie options, you finally settled on something light. a classic comedy that you both loved. the kind where you could practically recite the lines at this point, but it didn’t matter. it was easy and familiar, that’s exactly what you needed.

hours passed as you watched one movie after another, the sun slowly sinking behind the trees outside, casting a soft orange glow through the window. jj sprawled across the couch, his legs stretched out and his arm casually draped over the backrest, grazing your shoulders. the lazy comfort of the day stretched into evening and without realizing it, you found yourself leaning into his side more and more, your head resting against him.

at some point during the second movie, your parents came home, but their arrival was more of a background noise than an event. they greeted you both warmly, asked how your day had gone, and didn’t bat an eye when you asked if jj could stay over.

"of course, he can," your mom had said with a smile, giving jj a knowing look. you didn’t even really need to ask.

as night began to settle in fully, the atmosphere in the room shifted. the tv’s glow was the only source of light in the living room now, flickering against the walls as the sound of dialogue filled the space. you were still tucked into jj’s side, he didn’t seem to mind at all, his hand occasionally brushing against your arm as he adjusted.

then there was a silence. one of those rare, unspoken moments between you. the movie had paused on a quiet scene, and for the first time in hours, neither one of you was talking or laughing. it was just… still. you could hear the faint rustle of leaves outside, the distant sound of your parents moving around upstairs, and the steady rise and fall of jj’s breathing beside you.

it was in this moment that something hit you.

you turned your head slightly to look at him, what you saw caught you off guard. there, in the soft glow of the tv, with shadows playing across his face, was jj. quiet, relaxed, and honestly, kind of beautiful.

you didn’t know why you hadn’t noticed it quite like this before. maybe it was the way the light hit his features just right, or maybe it was just how calm he looked, the usual chaos that surrounded him completely absent in this quiet moment. his blonde hair was a bit messy from the day, falling into his eyes just slightly, and his jawline more defined under the soft light. his lips, usually quirked up into a smirk, were relaxed now. his eyes, when they caught yours, held a kind of softness you weren’t used to seeing.

"why are you staring at me like that?" his voice broke the silence, a playful lilt in it, though there was something else behind it too, something a little more curious.

you blinked, feeling a warmth rise to your cheeks as you quickly turned back to the tv. "i wasn’t staring," you mumbled, but the slight grin tugging at the corners of your mouth betrayed you.

jj shifted beside you, leaning in just slightly. "uh-huh. sure you weren’t."

"shut up, maybank," you chide, though the teasing in your voice was soft, almost affectionate.

he chuckled, the sound low and easy. then, without warning, he nudged you with his shoulder. "you know you can admit it, right?"

"admit what?"

"that i’m devastatingly handsome," he said, shooting you a smile that somehow, even in the dim light, made your heart do a little flip.

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile that followed. "maybe in certain lighting," you teased, leaning back into him.

as the night wore on, the flickering of the tv faded into the background. you and jj sat there, the quiet stretching between you, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. in fact, it honestly felt like the most natural thing in the world. 

you found yourself shifting again, this time leaning fully into his side, your head resting on his chest. jj didn’t say anything, but his arm moved around you, pulling you in closer. his fingers absentmindedly traced patterns on your arm, the warmth of his body against yours was soothing. you could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest, and the rhythm of it started to lull you into a sense of peace.

"y’know," jj’s voice broke the silence, softer than usual, "i think i could get used to this."

you smiled against him. "what, watching movies and falling asleep on the couch?"

"nah," he said, a hint of laughter in his voice. "i mean... this." his fingers stilled on your arm, and you felt him hesitate for a moment before he added, "you and me. like this."

you lift your head slightly, glancing up at him, meeting his gaze. his usual playful expression was gone, replaced by something softer, something more serious. in this moment, he was looking at you differently, like he was really seeing you, not just as his best friend, but as something more.

"what do you mean?" you ask quietly, though you had an inkling of where this was going. 

maybe, just maybe, it was exactly what you had been waiting for, even if you hadn’t fully realised it until now.

jj’s eyes searched yours for a moment, as if he was trying to find the right words. then, with a small, almost shy smile, he said, "i mean, i don’t think i’m just messing with you when i say you’re beautiful. and i don’t think it’s just about how you look in the mornings, or when you’re trying to surf, or when you’re pretending not to be annoyed at me." he paused, taking a breath, his gaze never leaving yours. "it’s more than that. i feel… something different. and i think i’ve felt it for a while."

you blinked, your heart pounding in your chest. all the teasing, the playful flirting, something you hadn’t let yourself fully consider until right now, with him staring down at you, looking nervous for once in his life.

"i don’t know," he continued, rubbing the back of his neck. "i’ve just been thinking… what if we weren’t just friends?"

his words hung in the air between you, heavy with possibility. you could feel the weight of the moment settling in, for a second, you didn’t know what to say. his eyes were fixed on you, waiting. the usual lightness between you seemed to shift, making everything feel a little more real, a little more serious.

but deep down, you already knew the answer.

you swallowed, sitting up a little so you could face him more fully. "jay..," you started, your voice a little shaky, but a smile pulling at your lips. "you’re not the only one who’s been thinking about it."

his eyes lit up at your words, and his expression shifted into that familiar grin you knew so well, but this time, there was something softer behind it. "yeah?" he asked, his voice a little breathless.

"yeah," you said, nodding, the nervousness in your chest giving way to something warmer. "i’ve kind of been waiting for you to say something. or, i don’t know, for one of us to figure it out."

jj let out a soft laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. "god, we’re idiots, aren’t we?"

"yeah," you agreed, laughing with him. "but we figured it out eventually."

his hand found yours, his fingers lacing through yours as he leaned in closer. the playful smirk was still there, but his eyes were soft, and his thumb gently brushed against your skin. the air between you was charged, but not with the usual banter, this was different. this was real.

"can i–" he started, his voice low, his eyes flicking down to your lips before meeting your gaze again. "can i kiss you?"

you didn’t answer with words. instead, you leaned in, closing the space between you, pressing your lips to his. it was soft at first, tentative, like neither of you quite believed this was finally happening. but then, the warmth of his lips against yours, the feel of his hand gently cradling your cheek, it all melted together, the kiss deepened, filled with the weight of everything that had been building the two of you for so long.

when you finally pulled back, both of you were breathless, your foreheads resting against each other as you let the moment sink in. jj’s hand stayed on your cheek, his thumb tracing lazy circles on your skin. for the first time in a long time, there was no teasing, no jokes. just you and him, and the realisation that this had been there all along.

"so," he murmured, his voice soft but laced with that familiar playfulness. "does this mean i can officially say i’m your favourite?"

you laughed, shaking your head. "you’ve always been my favourite, and you know it, idiot,"

his smile widened, he pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you as you settled back into his chest. the tv continued to flicker in the background, but neither of you really paid it any attention. the night stretched on, the silence between you comfortable and warm, and for the first time, you felt like everything was exactly as it should be.

as you drifted into sleep, a small smile crossed your lips. 

you couldn’t shake the sense that things were finally falling into place.

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[sunflowerrosewood]

Mistletoe Confessions ~ Alastor

Author's Note: Since my other account @cheekyredwillow got deleted. I am adding some of my favorite fanfictions to this account and revamping this one with new ones. I hope to make an actual list of fandoms I am still a fan of! NO requests for the time being.

Warnings: none. This would be as if Christmas was celebrated down at the Hazbin Hotel.

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It was Christmas time at Hazbin Hotel. Charlie wanted to celebrate like the humans do and set the entire place up with decorations. Vaggie was resistant like usual but she agreed anyways. Angel Dust actually set up the lobby along with Niffty. 

You were a resident at the hotel. You actually became friends with Charlie and Vaggie. And Niffty also enjoyed your company. The one you really didn't understand was Alastor. He wasn't the kindest and also not the vilest either. He always seemed to be around you but he usually didn't say much but to Charlie to keep you busy. 

You thought he was attractive and sweet to you. Even if he does seem to avoid you. Alastor always played your favorite music and would watch you from afar. 

Niffty, on the other hand, knew why Alastor "ignored" you. He actually began to fall for you. He knew you were just a resident passing by so he didn't know how long he would keep your pretty face around. You had lived here for a year by now. But you were so sweet and shy with everyone but knew how to keep unwanted demons away. 

You had talked to Charlie, Vaggie, and Niffty about staying here. And as long as you helped around the hotel, you could stay. So Niffty wanted to set something up to force Alastor to confess to you. 

As the Christmas party began, you were dancing to a jazzy Christmas tune with Niffty. You wore a beautiful red sequin dress with some heels. She spun you around the floor and Angel came up to dance. He grabbed your hand and began to dance around the floor.

You did not see Alastor growling while his shadow was pouting behind him. His shadow kept ushering him to ask you out to dance but Alastor's jealousy kept him away. Angel saw Alastor growling to the side. So he kept you busy. 

Niffty saw Alastor off to the side and knew her plane was in motion. She winked at Angel who spun you quickly.

"Let's go Y/n." Angel said as he brought you in the dance.

You twirled and tripped into Alastor's arms. Both of you were blushing. Angel began to snicker and ran away.

"Darling are you okay?" Alastor asked.

"I'm alright. Thank you Alastor." You said blushing as Niffty chuckled. 

"Hey Alastor! Look up!" Niffty yelled out. 

Both of you looked up to the ceiling. You saw the mistletoe dangling from the ceiling and so did Alastor. You blushed and looked away from Alastor. 

"W-well lookie there." Alastor stuttered out. 

"We don't have to." You said as you tried to break out of his arms but Alastor's arms tightened. 

"I need to confess something." Alastor murmured as you heard Niffty squeal.

"What is it?" You asked as Alastor touched your cheek. 

"I have fallen for you Y/n. I did not mean to because I know you do not plan to stay for long but I have fallen for you." Alastor said as he leaned down to place a kiss on your lips.

Surprisingly, the kiss was soft and tender. His cool hands still held your face. You kissed back and tangled your fingers in his hair. You both broke away from the kiss and panting. Charlie, Niffty, and Angel began to applaude and cheer. 

"I should admit a couple of things. I have fallen for you as well. Also, I dont plan to leave any time soon. Charlie is letting me stay here." You said as the radio signal screeched. "Al?"

Alastor picked you up and hugged you. He began to twirl and pepper kisses down your neck. You laughed as Alastor stopped spinning. His smile seemed brighter that night. And at the end of the night, it seemed to continue to get brighter.

[vitaetmorsfilo]

this is a list of moments where natsu is smart (and then some, i couldn't stop myself) (episodes from 17 to 32)

- when fighting zalty, upon learning about time arc, deduced that it does not work on people, which ultear elaborated as it not working on any living matter

- when deliora started to crumble, caught on that this damage was not done by him

- when our team returned to the now fully undamaged village, natsu figured that that must be work of time arc

- when sherry and yuka came to village, natsu quickly told erza that yuka's magic can cancel out other's magic (in comparison, lucy told that sherry's magic is controlling trees and stones, like, girl, didn't she explicitly said that she can make puppets out of everything, excluding humans?)

- (on another note, in the episode where natsu, lucy, happy, gray, erza and loki's bodies and souls got shuffled, how did natsu managed to read that spell? it was in an ancient language that gave even levy trouble)

- i mean, even when he turned out mistaken, he recognised happy's egg as dragon's egg, because it had slash-like markings (like, we don't know how exactly dragon eggs look like, so it's a fifty-fifty chance that he was right)

- (on yet another note, makarov saying that you can't hatch an egg with magic? and that in general for there to be life there supposed to be love? it falls pretty in place as to how natsu himself was revived by zeref. after all, zeref genuinely loved natsu, and thats how he managed to revive him in the first place. if he held no love, then natsu would've still be dead after attack on his village. damned stubborn dragneels, amirite?)

- (also, i'm probably being delusional, but aren't first arcs strangely and loosely correlate with natsu's backstory? like, with macao being taken-over by vulcan = how zeref was consumed by his curse? or maybe how they searched for macao, when he was in their sight all along = igneel actually being sealed in natsu's soul, when natsu searched for him all around fiore? and daybreak book being saved by lucy from being destroyed and figuring out secret message from it = lucy being the one who rewrote e.n.d. book thus saving natsu from dying? yep, i'm being delusional-)

- figured that it was gajeel behind the attack on guild hall and team shadow gear (which is, like, okay, for us its obvious, but gajeel seemed surprised when natsu said that, did he really thought so low about natsu that he won't figure it out?)

- (have you fucking seen him when he overheard that lucy was taken by phantom lord? my boy was going to smoke that goon right then and there, he is down bad-)

- (he was SO going to go back to beating the shit out of phantom lord, nevermind his injured guildmates and master and order from erza to retreat, but the moment he saw lucy cry and starting apologising and blaming herself, HE FUCKING FOLDED LIKE A PRETZEL, my boy is down bad)

- went to destroy jupiter before it accumulated power for another shot, which is honestly a solid plan

- when fighting totomaru, under the guise of letting out a roar, managed to spit on totomaru (which is... i don't know if it was intentionally planned or not, it could go either way, but i think the first variant is way funnier)

- managed to redirect totomaru's sword at the giant lacrima, and when he figured out how to fight totomaru by spreading his flames further even if they are under control and how to make them not susceptible to the control itself, got a fluke shot at totomaru that actually went flying into sword in lacrima, which was his target to begin with

- (onto yet another note, what was your fucking plan lisanna? hope that your words alone would reach elfman? without any kind of back-up plan, or at least some thought put into evading him in case he attacks, or measures to defend yourself? you are stupidly lucky that anima picked you up)

- when fighting gajeel, dissipated his roar with bare hands, wild

- when he heard that gajeel's dragon also dissapeared, he quickly connected it with igneel's dissapearence too

[fandoms-in-law]

Restored Places

Summary: When Adam put the world back to rights he did a bit more for the bookshop and Bentley. When Heaven and Hell decide Crowley and Aziraphale can't keep them what Adam did comes to light. Cause Heaven and Hell won't get to take that pair from their bookshop and car.

Author's note: I have no clue if this is crack or what actually defines crack fic, but this definitely wasn't a serious fic at all and I am just having all the fun with it.

My idea for today: The bookshop and Bentley being places that can't be properly taken from of have Aziraphale or crowley blocked from because Adam restored these places for them specifically

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Aziraphale and Crowley didn’t notice it immediately, in fact they weren’t even the first ones to notice just how much power and connection Adam had put in when restoring their little parts of the world.

Crowley would claim later on that of course they would have done if they’d been safe going home as themselves, something would have told them in that moment. He’d be wrong and only admit to that when pointing out no angel or demon could recognise what was occurring when accused of doing it themselves.

Roughly a month after heaven and hell tried to kill Aziraphale and Crowley respectively they were each summoned again, invited in terms that clearly said they’d be kidnapped again if failing to attend.

The meetings were short and soon enough they were meeting at the duck pond from a quick call.

“Your car’s gone.” Aziraphale observed as Crowley came over, getting a nod.

Crowley glanced around, “And you’re no longer in your bookshop.” He agreed, sitting beside him as if the boxes of books weren’t going to need a continual miracle to maintain them outside for a while.

“Apparently it’s not allowed.” came the response. They didn’t talk more, watching the ducks together, silently assured they wouldn’t be alone now their primary shelter’s had been taken. Crowley wondered if he should be more annoyed about the flat than his car but decided holding a grudge over his Bentley was most important.

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Gabriel had only just assigned a new angel to watch over Earth, only finished telling Aziraphale an hour ago that “Get out of the bookshop. It’s Heaven’s embassy so you can’t stay there when not working for us.”

Now the angel he’d given the task to had appeared back in front of him. “Sorry Gabriel, but I can’t get into the bookshop.”

“What do you mean?” He demanded, already heading to the list to earth.

“Well I started getting it set up and had a few customers but as soon as I tried to complete a sale, the books were back on shelves, and I along with the customers were outside locked doors I can’t get to open again.” They explained hurrying along behind him.

Gabriel stared, face not quite shifting enough to frown, “Whatever Aziraphale’s done will be undone.”

/\/\

Hastur had taken the Bentley. He’d kicked Crowley out of the car with a sneer, “This was brought with Hell’s funds. You aren’t keeping it.”

He knew he probably wasn’t either and frankly didn’t want to have to spend more time on Earth as whoever replaced Crowley would need to.

He didn’t expect the car to throw him out as if it was suddenly alive, or drive off without anyone in it.

/\/\

“I come to see London and you’re in the wrong place.” Adam’s commanding voice called over to them.

Mr Young was hurrying after him saying something about there being other bookshops in London and asking how his kid knew where the owner was. “I need to learn about Chernobyl. You have books on that, right?” Adam asked, ignoring his Dad.

Aziraphale turned to look through his boxes, but blinked at the child having one of them in his arms. “Come on. This should be done in the bookshop.”

“You aren’t robbing this gentleman.” Mr Young caught up enough to call.

“I’m not Dad. We’re helping take these boxes over to their car. You do say I should do good deeds, right?” Adam soothed, ignoring that neither Aziraphale or Crowley had actually said anything to him yet.

Crowley was grinning between the former antichrist and the car that they could see pulling up to the pavement. “You boy should never be grounded ever again. He’s brilliant trouble.”

“Not sure how trouble can be a good thing but I’ll take that as advice from someone who’s clearly not a parent.” Mr Young grumbled, picking up one of the boxes. “Why’d you bring all your boxes over here anyway?”

Aziraphale sheepishly chuckled. “There was a miscommunication. What bookshop was your son trying to visit?”He asked, knowing it would seem odd for him to focus on Adam when his parent’s there. “I run one myself so might be able to help.”

“Of course you can. It’s your shop.” Adam stated, already having deposited the box he’d taken in the Bentley. “I know you’ve got something on nuclear power and I’m combining my history and science projects to learn about Chernobyl. You can help, right? I know books have been sold today.”

He offered a tight smile to the boy. “Let’s see what’s there once we’re back at the shop.”

As soon as they’d driven off in the Bentley Crowley burst out laughing, “That kid. That absurd, wonderful kid.”

“He better not expect me to actually sell him a book, no matter how helpful this is.” Aziraphale muttered, but had a smile on his face.

/\/\

Shax had thought that being in charge of spreading corruption on Earth would involve more temptations and suggesting evil deeds to people and far far less trying to locate a car.

Most of the times Hell contacted her began in a similar vein:

“And you say the car’s gone?” Whichever demon contacting her asked.

Shax would check from the flat’s window. “It just drove off so Crowley has it.”

“Bastard.”

She didn’t understand just what was so special about the car for Crowley to keep stealing it or Hell to keep trying to take it back. It was just a car.

/\/\

Crowley lounged on the cliff side near Wick, half watching Aziraphale attempt to be interested in the wildlife rather than the road they could just see. “You’d think they’d realise this won’t work by now.” He remarked, “No car or plants Six hundred miles from your bookshop and it’s still isn’t successful.

“It’s good for us that they don’t.” Aziraphale stated, before gesturing to the horizon, “Looks like our lift home is here.”

“Are you wondering how Adam accomplished this as much as I am?” Crowley asked, stretching as he stood. If he hadn’t been sure the Bentley would be fast to reach them he’d have curled on the cliffs as a serpent.

Aziraphale nodded, “Indubitably but I doubt we’ll get any answers over it.”

/\/\

Gabriel had grown bored of being told their attempts to replace Aziraphale had ended up with the bookshop kicking them out. “Uriel, go down with them and sort out this problem.” He ordered the fifth time he was told of it happening.

“We’ve tried that twice now. Whatever Aziraphale’s done has made the shop refuse any other occupant.” Uriel stated, making no move to follow the order.

“Then find him and make him tell us what he’s done.”

/\/\

If it wasn’t always against them then Crowley would be impressed at how easily they seemed to get Heaven and Hell working together, as it was, “Hi, welcome to Earth, are you having a pleasant visit?”

“We’re in disguise.” Uriel stated.

Beelzebub and Shax laughed, “As aliens? What makes you think that doesn’t stand out.”

“You all stand out in alien costumes or not. Why are you here?” Crowley asked, seeing Aziraphale finally put down the book he’d been reading. Once more they’d been dropped off in a random town at least 100 miles from London to try and separate them from the Bentley and bookshop but this time two angels and two demons remained.

“How are you getting the Bentley back? Why’z he still got the Bookshop?” Beelzebub asked.

Crowley lounged back against the bench. “Wasn’t us. Never devised it or do anything to cause it.” He dismissed, realising they wouldn’t ask anything interesting.

“There are human theories of items having a preference as to their owner. Perhaps they’re more truthful than I previously believed.” Aziraphale offered.

“Lies.” Uriel stated. “We know you did something.”

Crowley huffed, sitting up, “Nah. You know something was done. If it was any kind of miracle you’d know that, but you don’t.”

Shax moved as if to attack him, stopped by Beelzebub holding a hand up. “Maybe we should just destroy the car then.”

“You tried that already, last week. My neighbours were very concerned over the blast.” Aziraphale chided.

“And it’z ztill driving up the road towards us.” Beelzebub pointed. “What did you do?”

The pair shared a glance, “Not a clue, but it was Adam, not us, if anything was done.”

“The antichrist? What do you mean it was him?” Uriel asked, eyes narrowed.

Aziraphale turned to stand near the edge of the road. “In trying to stop the apocalypse my bookshop was burned down and Crowley’s car caught on fire. Adam restored them when he undid everything and since then you haven’t been able to prevent us from having them. It’s simple to reason that in the restoration he did something to make that so, but I couldn’t say what.”

Uriel looked to the angel Aziraphale hadn’t heard the name of, before nodding. “Then, we suppose, that you can be permitted to remain in the bookshop but it’s status as an embassy of heaven will be revoked”

“Guess we’ve not got the resources to keep taking the car from you. Shax had better start spreading evil and temptations instead.” Beelzebub decided.

“Bye then.” Crowley agreed, getting in the car before anything more could be said, Aziraphale already in it now it’d pulled up.

They drove in silence for a while, Aziraphale not even making a comment on the speed they were going.

“Let’s enjoy the peace now.”

/\/\

A week had gone since Aziraphale left to try and change heaven. Crowley had left Whickber Street only once when the annoyance at what had happened got too much.

Muriel hadn’t opened the shop except between midnight and 1am each night.

It was now midday and Crowley invited himself in readily, knowing that sooner or later he’d find his friend there.

“Oh I – Metatron said not to let you in.” Muriel said, hurrying over and gesturing back to the door.

Crowley almost cooed as he replied, “He says a lot of shit. Let’s see if the shop agrees with him.” The shop had never really shown a way to react to them, beyond apparently kicking people out but he’d never witnessed that, but here the rug tugged itself and him further into the shop, towards the chairs.

Muriel had begun speaking as this happened, “The shop can’t – Oh, so I can let you in?” She asked, blinking at the action.

“You’d have a job keeping me out. Need a few pointers keeping this place ready for Aziraphale to come back?” He offered, knowing she was basically just a pawn in the game being played.

“Yes please.” She easily agreed, only frowning a moment later. “He’s coming back?”

Crowley pointed out of the window. “That car follows the pair of us around since the last apocalypse that wasn’t. It got blew up last week and within an hour it had reformed. Aziraphale will be back.” He confirmed.

They’d never really tested to see if whatever Adam had done would impact themselves but the fact it still worked reassured Crowley that his friend would be back in the bookshop soon enough.

[snuff-loves-men]

ALP Character HCs

⋆GN!Reader + NSFW HCs

⋆list includes: Connor Temple & Johnny Harker

*note: I jus wanna get this shit outta my drafts

Connor Temple ✮

Pre-relationship

• Met you when he attended college and immediately latched onto you

• You humored his ridiculous conspiracies, enjoyed his passion for prehistoric things and theories and had similar interest in movies

• Was thrilled to have more friends

• When he pulled out of college, you sought him out, it worried you that such a bright peer dropped college for seemingly no good reason

• He sort of accidentally maybe told you a bit about the anomalies and what he was doing with Professor Cutter

• You obviously thought he was batshit insane but lo and behold, he was telling the truth

• You figured that out the hard way when you encountered an entelodont fresh out of a rip in time

• Needless to say that changed your view a bit

• So you became a sort of witness to the whole ARC operation until you were recruited to be “the help��, basically just doing whatever the main team didn’t do [like paperwork…]

• After a few months of working there you, Connor and Abby started to get close, forming a little group

• Occasionally when you weren’t held up at work or they weren’t risking their lives, you’d all hang out.

• It was a cute dynamic for a while

• Until you and Connor started to hang out seperately

• Bringing him over to your flat a handful of times w/out Abby

• When Abby caught wind of this, she had a bit of a feeling where it was heading

• You and Connor ended up becoming best friends, spending pretty much any spare moment you could with each other, Abby sometimes tagging along for the adventure

• Then another noticeable dynamic started, where you would start messing with Connor and he’d be blissfully unaware of the fact you were joking

• Has no idea what’s going on when you flirt w/him

• Thinks it’s just a “fun friend dynamic” at first

• Uh-huh, cuddling up with your homies during movie night is suuuuper normal, Con.

• You don’t hold your friend’s hand from time to time? Psshh, weird.

• You gotta cry into your bros arms every now and then, y’know, for your health

• Abby points out the fact that you’re actually being very forward w/him

• He doesn’t believe her at first and just excuses it but she quotes some of the most unhinged things you’ve said to him and it finally clicks

• Slowly he starts to flirt back and you jump on that shit immediately

• He pulls a “make me” and you almost explode

• Struggles to get acclimated to using the humor he used w/ Abby on a guy

• He gets it but it takes a minute

• Eventually you two get into a sorta will-they-won’t-they because it’s Connor and he’s perpetually confused about relationships

• You close the deal and give him a kiss plus an extensive talk on relationships bcs he needs deets

• Everyone in the ARC catches on pretty quick

• Of course they clown on you two for it bcs duh

• Once Stephen saw you two have a tender moment and just ragged on you for like 5 minutes and Connor got super embarrassed until he realized he was joking

• Abby was super supportive but also your biggest bully

• She mostly picked on Connor but every now and again she’d change targets

• Overall lots of figuring each other out and starting some cute little dynamics

Established Relationship

• Lots of time spent in each other’s work spaces not getting work done bcs you two were fucking around doing random stuff

• He also stayed around your place and eventually moved in cause when has he ever held down a flat that was his?

• You had to fully mold him into a better roommate there was absolutely no way you were gonna put up w/ that

• Steals ur shirts and over-layer clothes [borderline klepto when it comes to clothes]

• Has made you late to work so many times

• Can’t cook for shit so you have to do it for him

• A very good helper in the kitchen but otherwise culinarily inept

• Loves helping you with chores and other various excuses to share some cute domestic moments

• Had to be retaught how to do laundry cause what the fuck was he doing before??

• Asked you to help decorate his room when he moved to your flat and you made fun of all his nerd stuff [he claimed you were jealous of his collection]

• Harasses you to come to movie nights w/ Tom and Duncan

• Movies nights just turn into all four of you talking over the movie and ranting abt your opinions on it

• Lots of debates abt in universe realism and plot holes

• Con infodumps relentlessly about Star Wars or other such sci-fi type movies/shows whenever he’s given the chance

• You two go back and forth about your fixations and listen to each other equally because ur gross and in love

• Enables your fixations like you enable his

• Otherwise has a bit of trouble listening the first time and has to be reminded of things

• Very grateful for your patience with him

• Lots and lots of affection and compensation for “dealing” with him [it’s really not that bad but he feels guilty so you let him]

• Insanely loving and affectionate in private but dials it back in public

• Has a weird thing with PDA, very on and off with it depending on the situation [usually PDA positive]

NSFW

• Gets turned on so fast

• If you touch him a certain way or talk to him in a way he likes there’s like a 9/10 chance he’s tomato red and tugging his shirt down

• Make a comment on his body and he’s beet red

• If you put your hands on his waist he’s fully leaning back and melting into your touch

• Mindlessly run your hands on his sides and he’s shivering at the feel

• He loooooves when you make him feel weightless, tossing him around or picking him up has him giggling like a schoolgirl

• Fully sits on your lap whatever chance he gets

• God forbid things actually get hot and heavy

• If you make out with him he’s whining and open-mouthed

• Touch his thighs and his hips twitch until he remembers himself

• Will crawl into your lap and grind on you if you let him

• Goes crazy for neck kisses

• Insanely easy to wind up

• Takes him a while to get over his virgin demeanor but he gets there

• Used to be a very selfish lover until he learned how much he loves making you feel good

• Either a service top or the bottomiest bottom

• Won’t turn down doing nothing but generally tries not to

• Sometimes he completely forgets in the heat of the moment and just lets you do whatever

• Eager to please at all times, will try pretty much anything if he thinks you’ll like it

• Once you find stuff you both like he wants it any time you guys do the dirty

• He figured out he liked being manhandled and you were on it

• If you push him up against a wall it’s over

• Not like he weighs very much but it still makes him feel special

• You also made a habit of overstimulating him because he cries but still tries so hard to keep from pulling away because he still wants it

• On certain days he’ll specifically seek out that treatment

• Likes to feel powerless against you [really he just likes the attention and how it feels but that’s his “reasoning”]

• Vibrators.

• That’s it.

• Simultaneously his favorite and least favorite addition to the bedroom

• Loves when it’s used on him but also gets easily overwhelmed by it

• It’s so-so

• Face down ass up type of guy

• Takes that position pretty much every time you two fool around

• Likes when you grab his waist and get rough

• Also likes when you slap his ass but that’s only sometimes

• Emotional during sex, 100%

• Not the cry during sex type but gets very sappy

• Lots of “I love you”s in his horny ramblings

• Begs.

• Doesn’t even have to be prompted he just does it when he’s close

• So very vocal

• Not loud vocal rather he makes some semblance of noise the whole time, very whiney

• Likes being marked up with hickies only you two can see, he likes seeing the reminders of what you two did

• Lots of kisses and tenderness, loves feeling close to you during it

• Needy once he’s in the moment but usually doesn’t initiate

• If he initiates he is incredibly horny

• Those are usually the times he has to be touching you no matter what

• He’ll be all over you, constantly demanding your attention and touch

• Though it’s rare he ever gets like that

• Usually only if you tease him a bunch but never give him any release

• Not an overtly sexual person but obviously won’t turn it down

Johnny Harker ✮

pre-relationship

• Asshole.

• There’s no polite way of going about it he’s just sort of an asshole

• Has a bad habit of taking his anger out on you

• Fist fought you more than once

• Not a great start but any sort of relationship w/Johnny is hard earned

• He makes it difficult on purpose

• If you partner up w/ him on the job he will shit on you for any missteps or slip ups

• Has pointed a loaded gun at you at least once during a really bad fight

• You’ve kicked his ass [if you bring it up he’ll start shit all over again]

• Very bitter if you outdo him at something

• Once you earn his respect, he eases up a bit and cuts you some slack

• Takes a while but starts biting his tongue if you do something he disagrees with

• Starts to actually joke with you and let you see his less serious side

• He starts to act like a somewhat normal person once he knows you’re in it for the long haul and aren’t a coward

• Fights get less common but still happen bcs he’s perpetually pissed off

• One time you got hurt really bad and he damn near had a stroke, lots of conflicting emotions

• It’s hard for him to comfort people, he has a hard time not just logic-ing his way through other people’s problems

• Will always patch up your wounds and poke fun at you for getting them

• Same goes the other way around, you once stitched up a bad gash on his stomach and he couldn’t stop staring at you

• Would never in a million years admit to having feelings for anyone first

• You made the mistake of joke flirting with him once and he had a moment of “proving” how straight he was and it actually contradicted his whole point

• Gets butt hurt whenever someone jokes about you guys’ odd relationship

• Slowly starts to get defensive over you but will always deny it if you bring it up

• Finds any excuse to spend time with you

• He teaches you how to disassemble all of the guns in the armory and how to clean and work each one

• Tells you about any and all tech he has in the hideout

• Literally just wants to teach you stuff because it makes him feel good and brings you two closer

• Still, never gonna admit it

• After a really bad mission where you fully almost died he was livid pissed, simultaneously at you but also in general

• He took some of his frustration and worry out on you

• You obviously didn’t respond great to that after almost getting murked

• It turned to pushes and shoves until uh oh, you were against a wall

• It went how you’d expect, after a moment of high tension and debating wether or not you should throw a punch, he kissed you

• Hard and rough, almost hard enough to bruise

• Till eventually he dialed it back a bit to a somewhat normal make out sesh

• Still hot and heavy tho bcs duh it’s Johnny Harker

• Needless to say there was no prancing around it after that

• He started warming up to the idea of being a little more openly caring

• It was a hard lesson for him to learn

• Until this time he got badly hurt and realized he never wanted to feel like he didn’t get a chance to say what he truly felt for you

• So he sucked it up and started properly communicating and occasionally showing affection aside from the seldom shoulder pat

• You off handedly brought up your relationship and how you noticed a change in him

• That got him talking about how he really felt

• Thus, the relationship bloomed

established relationship

• it takes him a comedically long time to realize being in a relationship usually means showing it

• god forbid you try to show him affection when someone else is around

• does some dramatic shit like rip his hand away and look at you like you kicked his dog or some shit

• whenever you’re in private tho? he won’t leave you alone. he’ll be sitting right next to you, shoulders touching at minimum at all times. holding your hand or having you lean on him

• he’ll probably kill you and then himself if someone catches you, but it’s worth it.. probably

• so, so touch starved. it’s sad

• anytime you two have a cute domestic moment, he gets really existential and weird

• to him, any sort of relationship is hard to find and even harder to keep due to how he lives, so you were a total enigma to him

• it all comes back to him being grateful you’re there

• if you tell a soul he said those words he’ll punch you in the throat

• anyways

• going on missions together is always a massive hit or miss

• you’re either the perfect duo, killing vamps like it’s nothing, or constantly arguing and unable to find a good method

• most times you’re a good duo, tho, hold onto that

• insanely protective and possessive of you. like, concerningly so sometimes

• if any of his teammates act a certain way around you? he’s staring. if they joke flirt w you? he’s there. if they try some shit? his hand is on your waist and he’s starting shit

• not to mention if shit goes sideways on a mission, he’s like an animal, it’s scary

• will either fully deny he’s like that or be like “duh, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t murder someone for you?? tf??”

• no in between

• loves food

• the way to his heart is thru food and a good drink

• whisky drinker probably

• make this man some home cooked food, give him a glass of cheap whisky, plant a kiss on him and he’s head over heels

• if he wasn’t favoring you before, he was now

• if you two ever fight, bringing him a plate of food will almost always make him more receptive to conversation

• listens a loooot better after a while of you two dating

• he becomes way less insufferable tbh

• overall, a very broody, protective partner who adores your presence in his life

NSFW

• low sex drive

• he just doesn’t really seek it out

• but catch him at the right moment, and he’s on you like a dog

• fresh off a mission, during a spar session or in the middle of an argument? he’s hard as a rock

• he’s an adrenaline junkie, so anything that gets his cortisol levels concerningly high turns him on

• he’s odd

• loves being kind of mean during it

• big into degradation, he thinks it’s so hot

• both ways, if you call him desperate or useless he’ll explode

• biting.

• he loves biting you and leaving a shit ton of marks

• he wants everyone to see that shit

• almost always plants a big bite right on your neck, it’s like his signature

• very proud

• always strives to make you as noisy as possible, abusing all of your weaknesses at once to achieve it

• orgasm denial is big on his list of yeses

• hearing you beg to cum gives him an insane power trip, and he’ll never get sick of it

• also makes an attempt to cum inside you every time, another ‘marking’ thing, but you think he just doesn’t wanna pull out

• you don’t blame him

• loves when you ride him, being able to look up at you and guide you through while not having to do as much work is heaven

• definitely holds you really tight no matter the position, he either holds your hips or wraps you up in a sort of hug

• even if he’s rough he still wants to be close to you

• very very selfless lover

• if you want it, he’ll go as long as you want him to

• still asks for some reciprocation from time to time and who would deny that face?

• he’s such a sucker for blowjobs oh my god

• fastest way to make him nut is probably giving him a bj

• he’s normally the grunting type, but he’ll get vocal during a blowie

• full blown whines and praise if you catch him in a really horny moment, he’d also have little to no restraint and try to fuck your face tbh

• he has a hard time roping in any of his physical impulses like holding too tight, pulling and pushing or whatever else, but he gets a handle on it eventually

• overall 10/10 good lay, definitely would be an even better hate-fuck

[jayjaymorgan]

The Senator of the Forsaken - Part I

Author’s Note : This is a rewritten and, I hope, a better version of the fic previously known as The Senator and His Bodyguard. The plot has changed a lot, but I hope that you all enjoy it. @farkmagic thanks for the help with the story! Please remember that English isn't my native language, so there might be some mistakes and stuff. I hope you all like it, have a great day/night!

TW : mention of racism towards clones

Rex was nervous.

It wasn’t the first time he was here, in the Senate, but this time was different. Very different. The new armor felt tight and incredibly uncomfortable, especially the helmet, which he was holding under his arm. It would take some time to break the said armor in, so for now he had to endure it. “Grand Convocation Chamber – level 8.” said the metallic voice, informing the turbolift’s passengers that they have reached their destination. The door opened with a quiet hum and the man stepped out, looking around anxiously. The Grand Concourse, which was the large, canyon-like hallway that ringed the Grand Convocation chamber and ascended up and around the Senate Chamber, was packed with senators and diplomats, who were also accompanied by their counselors and bodyguards. Their voices bounced off of the stone walls, creating a deafening cacophony of sounds as they shouted to one another, arguing about something, some ready to throw hands. Rex walked along the wall, careful not to bump into anyone, until a voice called out among the noise, catching his attention. “Hey, new guy! Over here!” The clone looked around, spotting a dark skinned man dressed in blue armor, waving at him. He quickly realized that the man was the captain of the Senate Guard, the white symbol on his shoulder pad only confirming it. He approached the man, weaving through the crowded hallway with ease before stopping next to him and saluting. “CT-7567, at your service.” “At ease.” the captain said, turning around and motioning at the clone to follow him. “The meeting will start any moment now, we need to hurry.” Rex followed him,  countless questions racing in his head as they walked, slowly making their way to the Senate Arena through the crowded hallway. He didn’t know what was going on or what he was doing here, dressed in the blue armor of a Senate Guard, away from his brothers... “You okay?” “W-what?” the clone looked up at the man, caught off guard. “You look troubled.” he said, sending Rex a reassuring smile. “Are the nerves getting to you?” “Kind of... sir.” he admitted, looking away. “No shame in that, soldier.” the man said. “Tell me : do you have a name? Other than your identification code.” “Rex. My brothers called me Rex.” “I’m Doran. I’m the Senate Guard’s captain and your new boss. I expect that you have questions?” “I do. Quite a lot actually.” Rex said, getting a nod in response. “I’ll try to answer as many as I can.” “What am I doing here?” the moment he opened his mouth, all the questions came pouring out. “What are my duties? Am I being reassigned from the 501st? And why...?” “Whoa! Hold your horses!” Doran said, placing a hand on the clone’s shoulder. “One question at the time. Long story short, you are being temporarily reassigned from the 501st battalion to work as a personal bodyguard for one of the senators. You will be briefed later, once we clean up this mess.” He said, gesturing at the crowded hallway. “But basically, you will accompany the senator everywhere : public meetings, delegations, travels, everything, unless told otherwise.” he explained before handing Rex a datapad. “Here’s everything you need to know about the job : the list of your duties, reports, schedule and the do’s and don’t’s...” He suddenly stopped, catching the clone by surprise. He looked up and saw an elegant woman standing before them, dressed in a tasteful, blue-gray patterned dress, with a gold panel and a dark shawl draped loosely around her shoulders. She wore only a few pieces of jewelry, which consisted of a pair of silver earrings and three broaches of the same color, that decorated the mentioned shawl. A crescent-shaped hair accessory held her long, brown hair in place and she turned to them and bowed her head, smiling warmly. She didn’t have to introduce herself, one look at her and Rex immediately knew who she was. “Senator Amidala.” the captain said, returning the gesture. “I didn’t see you there.” “Hello, Doran.” she responded, before her eyes landed at the clone. “You must be the new guard Doran mentioned, am I right?” “Yes, sir, ma’am, I mean...” Rex looked down, embarrassed. “’Senator’ is just fine.” she said, then looked back at Doran. “I can take it from here, captain.” “Are you sure, senator?” “Yes. I know that you’ve been really bust and I don’t want you working overtime, again.” “If you insist, senator. Rex, please accompany senator Amidala to the chamber.” the man said, turning to the clone. “Stop by my office in the evening, when the night guards take over.” “Yes, sir.” They watched as Doran walked away, into the crowd, before turning back to face one another. “Shall we?” Amidala asked, motioning with her hand. “Of course.” he offered her his arm, which she gladly took, and started leading the way, slowly making their way to the repulsorpods. “It’s an honor to met you, senator.” “Likewise, Rex.” she said. “I’ve heard great things about you, about your service at the front.” “Well, I was just doing my job.” “Don’t be so modest.” she lightly tugged at his arm, so he didn’t bump into a wall. “Watch out.” “Forgive me for my curiosity, but do you know who I will be protecting?” he asked, once he got his bearings. “Also, from what I heard, when a senator’s life is threatened, a Jedi is assigned as their bodyguard, not a clone.” “What you’ve heard is true, but this is an exception. I won’t go into the details, but he refused to have a Jedi assigned to him for... various reasons.” Padmé explained. “And to answer your first question, we’re on our way to see him.” Rex nodded, which was followed by of few moments of uncomfortable silence. He couldn’t help but notice how some of the gathered looked at him as they made their way through the crowded hallway. They looked at him with surprised looks, which quickly turned into ones of anger, judgment, even disgust. To them, clones were lesser beings, tools that just happened to breathe and have consciousness. Seeing one, here, in the Senate, one of the most protected places on the whole planet, was like seeing a dirty, disease carrying vermin. He was used to this kind of treatment, but he still couldn’t help looking down, to avoid looking at the people surrounding him. He felt ashamed and so out of place, at this point the battlefield filled with droids seemed more welcoming that this place. “Ignore them.” The clone looked up, caught off guard. The woman walking next to him slightly tightened her grip on his elbow, her head held high. He haven’t even realized that he tried to pull away from her until then. “Are you sure?” he asked quietly, glancing around. “I don’t want to ruin your reputation...” “I don’t care what they’ll think of me. You’re a good human being, with absolute no reasons for shame : you saved countless lives, set an example for others, you were chosen for a reason, Rex.” she said, her voice cold and stern. He couldn’t help but shiver at the sudden change in her behavior, even though it wasn’t directed at him. “You’re the first clone to be assigned a job here, inside the Senate, but not the last. Others will, hopefully, follow, once they see yours and your siblings’ potential. It’s a small step for you, but a leap for others. You should be proud.” Rex opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn’t come up with anything. Instead, he shook his head slightly, a smile forming on his face. Her words made him feel better, even so slightly. “I think he did it on purpose.” “Who did?” he asked. “Ani.” she responded, her gaze fixed on something ahead of them. “I think he requested for a clone to be assigned as his bodyguars to show everyone that he doesn’t, excuse my language, gives a kriff about what they think about him. And to give you a chance to show what you’re made of.” The blond man blinked, surprised at her words. “We’re here.” she said, stopping all of the sudden. They were now standing next to an entrance, which lead inside the Grand Convocation Chamber and the repulsorpods. “He should be inside, come on.” She let go off his elbow, leading the way, greeting a few fellow senators along the way before disappearing inside. Rex took a deep breath and followed after her, not quite ready yet determined to face what was waiting for him at the other side.

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Part Ten - The Winter Soldier

[slow burn romance between you, a SHIELD investigative journalist, and Steve Rogers]

Warnings: 18+, contains humor, fluff, mental health, family trauma, romance, angst, language, violence, friends to lovers trope, smut later on.

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You break your tech out of SHEILD HQ before meeting up with the rest of the team to stop HYDRA from fulfilling their mission.

When you got to SHIELD HQ, you pulled into the parking garage by a side entrance you usually used to get to the media offices. You took a deep breath and said to yourself, "Here we go. Broadway was always your dream, so let's put on a show." As you walked from the car and into the building, you held your notebook in one arm and furiously wrote on the page that was covered in notes that were actually from the mission a few days prior.

"Hey!" one of the other journalists, Sandra, called, catching up with you as she did. "Where have you been the past couple of days?"

"Oh, I just took a couple of personal days. It's just been hard some days since my grandma passed, and it hit me badly so I just needed a breather..." you tells her sadly in a sort of half-truth.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, my condolences..." the sweet girl replied as she swiped her keycard and you both entered the building. "Are you still working on mission notes?"

You faked a nervous laugh before replying, "Maybe... I hope they won't be too mad at my tardiness."

"You're one of our best reporters, they won't be mad," she assured you as you walked down the hall towards the office where your drone was held.

You almost reached the office when one of your superiors stopped you and said, "It's good to see you two."

You smiled sweetly as you replied, "And you as well."

"May I speak with you?" he asked, directing his attention toward you. When he looked you in the eye there was a steeliness you couldn't quite read and it caused an uneasy feeling to begin to creep up her spine.

As he asked this, Sandra was called away to an assignment, so she walked away with a small wave as you replied to the man, "Of course, sir."

The conversation started off casually as you went into his office as he asked, "Are those additional reports for the STRIKE mission, agent?"

You nodded, telling him, "Yes sir. I had some more time to think about the events of the mission and wanted to add some additional details to my article." You kept your voice as steady as you could and held onto the notebook to hide the shaking in your hands.

"Additional details? How so?"

"Well, first there was the odd behavior of Batroc. I just thought-" you started rambling, mentally kicking yourself for not keeping your answer short.

"Look," Stevens says while closing the office door, interrupting your rambling abruptly. You snapped your mouth shut out of instinct and knew you should have tried to weasel yourself out of the situation, but your brain just completely shut down as he began talking. "I know you w-" He didn't finish his sentence though as suddenly his phone went off and his face scrunched together in confusion.

"What seems to be the problem, sir?" you asked innocently, warping your expression into one of concern.

"As if you don't know," he spat at you. "Stay right here if you know what's good for you. Captain Rogers won't be here to save the day this time..."

As he stalked out of the room, you caught the door with your foot before it shut. You looked both ways into the hall and ensured that the coast was clear before quickly walking to where your drone was kept. You walked as fast as you could inconspicuously, desperately wanting to get the drone as fast as possible before he noticed you left the room.

Once in the media room, you typed in the code to your locker and grabbed the drone along with its controls. You quickly placed the drone in a bag and started furiously tapping at the tablet screen as you walked back to the parking garage. What you did when accessing the controls was turn off the tracking devices on the drone and tablet as well as their streaming function that reported back to HQ. This way it would be extremely hard for them to track her location via the drone.

You froze momentarily as you heard your name followed by, "Stop right where you are!"

"Shit," you whispered, your heart picking up its pace in your chest as you began booking it away from him. Your brain ignored the pain your body was screaming about as you started sprinting to the exit as fast as you could. You heard footsteps running after you quite closely, so you tipped over a coffee cart on its side and into their path, hoping that trick would work as well as it usually did in movies. As you ran, officers and guards emerged from the side halls and gates began to shut over the exits. Upon seeing this, a burst of energy hit you and you slammed your body out of the door leading out to the parking garage just as the gates closed behind you.

Once in the garage, you quickly got in the car and threw it into gear, peeling out of the garage before anyone can get to you. As you drove, you put on your seat belt and picked up the burner phone from the passenger seat and dialed Sam. "What's your status?" you asked as you held the phone between your ear and shoulder.

"We're heading to the rendezvous point now," Sam replied while slamming his door shut. "What about you?"

"Well I made it out alive, but they definitely don't like me right now," you told him, laughing a bit in shock at what you just did. You looked over your shoulder and continued with, "I don't think I'm being followed though. I got out of there right before they closed all the gates. It would take them a few minutes to get the security protocols back to how they were in order to get to me."

Suddenly Romanoff's voice came over the speaker saying, "Well make sure you get rid of any possible tails and meet us here ASAP."

"On it."

You made turns throughout neighborhoods and narrow city streets before finally parking a block out from the meeting point. When you parked, you began unloading your bag of supplies and booted up the tech. When you did this, the drone whirred to life and picture flashed onto the tablet screen. Seeing this, you smiled and whispered, "Now we're in business."

You casually rolled your window down as you pushed a button to make the drone invisible to the naked eye and flew it out the window. You dialed up Sam again as he came into view on the screen, saying, "Hey Wilson, I like the shades."

"I will admit I'm impressed, Agent," Sam replied. "You do have a pretty sweet gig if this is the tech you've got. I can't see or hear your drone."

"Well, we both thank you," you told him with a quiet laugh, "but you need to get back to the mission."

While you said this, Romanoff casually walked past the car you were in and grabbed the headsets you had placed on the top of the vehicle.

"Check one-two," she mumbled as she fixed hers in her ear.

"I can hear you loud and clear, Romanoff," you told her.

Once she had her com line on, she walked past Sam at his cafe table and dropped his earpiece. "Can y'all hear me?" Sam asked after he fixed his onto his ear.

"Loud and clear," you confirmed as you followed Romanoff with the drone.

She met up with Steve and he put his headset on, asking, "Everything good on my end?"

"Loud and clear for you too, Cap."

"I'm glad you made it out of there safe," Steve said to you.

You were so grateful Steve that wasn't there to see the blush on your cheeks in response to his sentiment. You tried your hardest to hide the bashfulness in your voice while telling him, "Easy peasy, I told you not to worry about me."

There was a beat of silence before Romanoff quipped with an audible smirk, "Why don't you two go on a date? And not just one of those friend dates you go on already."

"We're in the middle of a mission right now Natasha, how about you focus on finding me a date later?" Steve asked.

"I'm multitasking," she replied, walking off to her post for the mission.

You felt your heart flutter at the idea of an actual date with Steve, but you quickly refocused as you noticed movement coming from the restaurant Jasper Sitwell had been in. "The asset is moving out of the building, everyone in position," you informed the group. "Quite a few guards with Sitwell and Stern."

"They're mostly Stern's, when he's gone we're golden," Romanoff replied from her perch.

"Do you have a good view of them, Wilson?" you asked.

"That I do. Just waiting for Stern to leave, then I'll make the call," he confirmed.

You watched with bated breath as Stern and some of the guards started to leave and said to Sam, "You're up, Wilson."

So Sam made the call to Sitwell's phone and you listened into half of the conversation while keeping one of the drone cameras on Sitwell and one rotating around the area to make sure no one could compromise the mission. You began to wonder how the hell you got yourself into this situation when you watched as Romanoff trained her sniper scope on him while Sam informed him of exactly what he was to do.

Once the phone call was over, the team transferred Sitwell to the top of a building nearby where Steve and Romanoff began their phase of the plan. You could feel the tension in your muscles as you watched Steve hold Sitwell over the side of the building and from the proximity of the two men, she can hear Sitwell say, "Is this play to make it seem like you'll throw me off the building, because that doesn't seem like your style, Rogers."

"You're right, It's not," Steve replied. "It's hers."

A shocked squeak left your mouth along with the breath you hadn't realized you were holding as Sitwell began his descent down toward the ground! "Relax, relax, it's all part of the plan," Romanoff told you nonchalantly as you turned the camera back towards Sitwell who was swooped up midair by Sam who flew through the air with his wings from his military days!

As Sam landed with Sitwell safely on the rooftop, you breathed, "Now that... was badass, Wilson."

The group advanced on Sitwell and began questioning him again, this time getting the answers they were looking for. You made note of specific names he mentioned that you didn't recognize and began research on them as Sitwell confessed everything he knew. Your eyebrows furrowed together as you looked up the mentioned name of Stephen Strange. "That's weird, why would they be threatened by a surgeon...?" you mumbled to yourself, lost in your own little world of research.

"We've got bigger fish to fry than a damn surgeon!" Sam said as they begin moving Sitwell to his car. "If we don't move and derail this thing, millions are gonna die!" When he said this, your mouth went agape, totally shocked at the information and terrified of its implications.

"We need to get back to HQ," Steve informed you.

"Yes sir," Emma replied, bringing your drone back to the car so you could all get out of there.

"They'll know where we are, you drive in front of us. We can't risk losing all the footage and data you have," Steve told you as you turned on the car and got ready to head out.

"On it," you replied, pulling out of the spot you were parked in and onto the road right in front of Sam's car. Soon after navigating out of the busy inner city, both cars pulled onto the highway and started speeding toward SHIELD HQ.

You were listening intently in on the bickering in the other car when you heard a thud and glass shattering from their end. "Uh, guys, are you good back there?" When you didn't get a response, you looked in your rearview and saw a man, The Winter Soldier, on top of Sam's car.

"Not this guy again..." Sam muttered as the Soldier started shooting into the roof of the car. There was a pause before Sam shouted, "Incoming!"

"What?" you shouted right before you saw the muscled man fly over the car and land on the ground right in your path.

On instinct, you tried to swerve around him, but clipped the metal arm he used to stop himself. When you did, he shoved the car a bit as, sending you into a spin. The passenger side slammed into the wall of the highway and you braced yourself for the impact. You barely heard Steve shouting your name in concern as your body screamed at you in pain, biting your knuckle to keep the tears at bay. "I'm fine, you guys don't worry about me!" you shouted back through gritted teeth as you began taking in your surroundings.

You unbuckled your seatbelt with shaking hands, trying to check on your tech that was on the passenger seat but now lay in the floorboard. You picked up the laptop and control tablet and booted them up, concluding that both were worse for wear but still usable. You sagged back into your seat for a moment as you let out a sigh of relief. You took a moment to be grateful before you began shoving everything back into the backpack you brought it in.

Judging by a glance out of the window, you knew there was a whole team ganging up on Sam, Steve, and Romanoff, and you knew you needed to get out of there as soon as possible. But right as you got the final item in your bag, the car door was ripped open and you let out a scream, covering your head in fear of your could-be attacker. "It's just me," you heard Steve say reassuringly. "I needed to make sure you were okay."

"Steve, I told you not to worry about me," you replied, reeling in your awkwardness.

"It's my job to make sure everyone's safe," he said while helping you out of the car.

You smiled at him, but that smile fell as you saw the Winter Soldier aiming a grenade launcher right in the direction of you and Steve. You shouted Steve's name in terror as you pointed out the incoming threat to him, unable to do more as your body once more froze up in the face of fear.

"Shit!" Steve shouted, pulling you into his arms and crouching the two of you behind his shield. The reverberation rattled your ears as you squeezed your eyes shut and held onto Steve for dear life as you both fly off the highway and into a bus below! Steve helped you up after you landed and looked you in the eye, saying sternly, "The fight is coming down here. I need you to get out of here and safe, okay?"

"But Steve-" you tries.

"No. I'm not risking your life anymore today. I need you to stay safe. Go." You held eye contact with him for a few more lingering seconds before finally nodding and making your way off the damaged bus right before it was riddled with gunfire courteous of the Winter Soldier.

When you were a safe distance away from the scene, your legs suddenly stopped carrying you and you seemed unable to stay away from the fight going on on and below the highway... You knew Steve would be upset with you for staying, but instead of running away from the action, you ran off to a nearby building and hid around a corner. You were a journalist after all, and journalists follow the story. So you took out your drone and activated its stealth mode which flickered on and off before finally staying blended into the environment.

Pulling out the tablet and brushing off some of its broken glass before sending the drone into the air, you began capturing the fight between Steve and his attackers. As you flew the drone further away though, the tablet signaled that the stealth mode range was compromised and the camouflage was wearing off due to the damage sustained in the crashes. "Shit..." you whispers to yourself, not wanting to compromise yourself or Steve on accident because of the drone.

You peeked around the corner and spotted a car that would be good for cover so you quickly ran to the car and crouched behind it. When you did this, the stealth mode went fully active again! You silently cheered but your mini celebration was interrupted when all of a sudden, the car you were hiding behind got flipped on its side, flying clear over you! You dove out of the way and tried to get to your feet to run, but were brought to your feet instead forcefully by the Winter Soldier. He grabbed you by the collar before turning your body away from him, holding a knife cold to your throat.

"Please, no," you pleaded, shutting your eyes and trying to calm your breathing. You felt the cold metal blade on her throat about to push deeper when the man's arm was pulled out and away from her body.

You heard his body hit the pavement and your eyes flew open to see Steve fighting the man as he shouted, "What did I tell you? Get out of here! That's an order!"

You nodded furiously, getting to your feet after a few seconds, breathless and shaking. You scrambled to gather your tablet from the ground, calling the drone back to you as you did. You managed to get the drone into your backpack and ran off, not knowing where you were going, your mind racing too fast to process anything. You turned a corner a few blocks away and the wine was knocked out of you as you were clotheslined by someone in black tactical gear and a helmet. You fell to the ground with a hard thud before being forced back up and into handcuffs.

"Just follow my lead. Pretend to be knocked out and I'll get all of us out of here," said a familiar voice. After a few seconds of recouping from your fall, you recognized that the voice belonged to Maria! So you nodded subtly before letting your body go a bit limp as Maria dragged you to a nearby van where you were thrown onto the seat in the corner. You slouched in the corner where you were tosses, not daring to move because the guards in the van seemed like they were real deal HYDRA workers and not undercover like Maria was.

After a few more minutes, Sam, Steve, and Romanoff were also thrown into the van. As an extra precaution, Steve was put into specialized handcuffs and strapped into his seat by a metal contraption so he couldn't use his strength to escape.

When he saw you slouched in the corner, Sam said your name in concern and it made your heart happy to know that someone was worried about you. He looked at the guards and snapped, "Why the hell is she here?"

Maria ignited her electric baton his way while subtly nudging your foot to signal you could wake up from your fake daze. You slowly sat up and looked around to see a stunned Steve, pissed off Sam, and bleeding Romanoff. Concern filled your eyes seeing the state of your colleagues; you had never seen them look so defeated, especially Steve.

Before you could say anything to anyone about what happened, Steve broke the silence with a barely audible mumble of, "It was him. He looked right at me like he didn't know me..."

You shot Sam a confused look to which he mouthed, Bucky. With furrowed eyebrows, you mouthed back, the Winter Soldier? to which you got a nod. Your eyes went wide at this information. The Winter Soldier was Bucky? Steve's childhood best friend? That couldn't be possible... Steve told you that Bucky died back in the 40s... He watched him fall off of a moving train! To aid his confusion as well, Sam asked Steve, "How the hell is that possible? It was over 70 years ago."

"Zola," Steve replied. "Bucky's whole unit was captured in '43 and Zola did experiments on him. Whatever he did helped Bucky survive the fall. They must have found him and..."

Romanoff finally spoke up with a strained voice, telling him, "None of that is your fault, Steve."

"Even when I had nothing, I had Bucky..." Steve said in a faraway voice, unfazed by the conversation going on around him as his mind raced through everything he could have done differently that may have changed the outcome of the situation.

Sensing that there wasn't going to be a way to get Steve out his his head at the moment, Romanoff left it be, leaning her head back from the pain of her gunshot wound. Upon seeing this, Sam told the guards, "We need a doctor in here. If we don't put pressure on that wound she's gonna bleed out." In response, Maria ignited her baton in his direction again. Sam got pissed off at that and snapped, "I swear if you zap that thing at me again..."

Suddenly though, Maria turned the baton on the other guard in the truck rendering him unconscious within a matter of seconds. After she did that, she took off her helmet and groaned, "God, that thing was squeezing my brain." She then looked at Sam and asked, "Who's this guy?"

Sam looked at her with an equal amount of confusion, asking, "And who are you?"

You took the opportunity to introduce the two, saying, "Sam Wilson, Maria Hill. Maria Hill, Sam Wilson. Sam was part of the 58th Pararescue, Maria is Fury's right-hand man at SHIELD and my best friend. We can trust her."

Maria smiled at you before uncuffing you all and shaking Sam's hand. "Do you have a codename yet?" In response, Sam sent her a confused look, so she said, "Well Steve is Captain America, Romanoff is Black Widow...what about you? You've got that badass set of wings, you've gotta have a codename."

"Uh..." Sam hesitated, unsure of how to respond.

"I think we can come up with nicknames later, what's the plan to get us out of here, Hill?" Romanoff asked through her teeth.

"Right," Maria said while igniting her baton once more. "This thing's powerful, everyone cover your eyes," she said before proceeding to burn a hole through the floor of the truck for you all to escape from.

You looks at the hole in the floor and the road zooming past beneath it with wide eyes and asked, "So what are we supposed to do, just tuck and roll?"

"Look, we've all been through a lot the last few days, this is the least of our worries," Romanoff told you, standing up and smoothly rolling out of the bottom of the truck despite her injury.

She was followed by Maria, leaving you with Sam and Steve in the truck. You shook your hands out and mumbled, "This is absolutely insane..."

Steve saw your hesitation and offered, "You can go with me if you like. Since you're still pretty beat up and all."

"As long as that's okay with you," you replied, staring nervously at the hole in the floor and fiddling with the ring on your thumb.

"We don't have any more time to lose, let's get moving," Sam interjected, rolling out of the bottom quicky and leaving just the two of you in the truck.

Steve offered his hand to you and you shyly took it. "On three. One...two," Steve held you close to his body as the pair of you jumped from the vehicle on three. You landed safely after rolling for a second, the trip making you dizzy. As you slowed down and began to regain your bearings, your heart raced, though you weren't sure if it was because of the jump or how Steve had held you. You shook your head, clearing it of the distracting thoughts as Steve helped you off the ground. "You okay?" he asked as he looked you over for any new injuries.

You simply nodded and shoved your shaking hands into the pockets of your pants, not wanting him to see how nervous you were under his watchful eye. A few seconds later, Maria and Romanoff pulled up in a car, the latter in the back, so you didn't have to worry about that too much longer. Sam got in the backseat along with Steve and they began tending to her gunshot wound as best they could as Maria drove off to a secure location.

After a few minutes of silence, you finally spoke up and told Maria, "Thank you for the rescue. I should have called you after what happened, but Fury said not to trust anyone in the agency."

"I understand. I'm glad you followed orders, this could have been a very different situation if you got caught up with a compromised agent."

There were a few more quiet moment before, from the back, Steve asked Maria, "How much longer until we get there? She's still losing a lot of blood."

"Almost there, hang in there, Romanoff," Maria said, speeding up as she reached the outskirts of town. A couple more minutes passed and she reached an abandoned building surrounded by trees. "We're here."

Everyone got out of the car, Steve supporting Romanoff as you all make your way into the building. As you took in the building that had seen better days and the half fallen down trees around the area, you turned to Sam and whispered, "Well this place isn't creepy at all..."

"You're telling me," he mumbled back as he took in his surroundings.

The group made the way into the dark building and Maria started calling out down the hall, "GSW, she's lost at least a pint."

"Maybe two," Sam said out to the medical staff as they converged on Romanoff.

"Let me take her," a man shouted as he approached.

"She'll want to see him first," Maria said to the man who nodded. You cocked your head in confusion at the statement but you didn't have time to ask any questions before Maria took you all to a room where Nick Fury was on a hospital bed, worse for wear, but alive.

The Director looked up at the group and said, "Well it's about damn time."

Still holding out to his silence at the stranger situation unfolding in front of him, Steve sat Romanoff down on a chair and the medical staff started working on her wound and getting her blood. Once everyone was settled, Fury started detailing his injuries to the group and then looks over to you and said, "You got damn lucky, Agent."

You managed a small smile, saying, "If we're honest here I'm running on pure adrenaline right now, sir. Fury. Sorry." At the fumble, Fury cracked a smile and laughed a little, but it seemed like it hurt him to do so.

"Why all the secrecy?" Steve finally asked after a few more seconds of tense silence. "Why not just tell us?"

Maria spoke up first, telling him, "An attempt on the Director's life had to look successful."

"They can't kill you if you're already dead," Fury agreed. "Besides, I wasn't sure who I could trust," he continued which earns a solemn nod in response. With that statement, everyone decided to get themselves cleaned up from the fight and gather their thoughts before going to the makeshift meeting room to devise a plan to stop HYDRA.

"We have to stop the launch," Romanoff told Fury as you all gathered back into the make-shift meeting room.

"Well, I'm not sure the Council is taking my calls anymore," Fury quipped back while opening a briefcase.

"What's that?" Sam asked upon seeing the contents.

"Once the helicarriers get airborne they'll become fully weaponized," Maria informed him, turning her laptop to show the group.

"So we will need to breach those carriers and replace their targeting with our own," Fury piggybacked.

"And it has to be all three, because if even one of those ships remains operational... a whole lot of people are going to die."

"Including probably all of us..." you said pessimistically under your breath.

"Unfortunately, yes," Fury replied with a sigh. "We just have to operate like everyone onboard those carriers is the enemy, and maybe, just maybe we can salvage what's left of SHIELD."

"We're not salvaging anything," Steve interrupted him abruptly. "We're not just taking down the carriers, Nick, SHIELD has to go down too."

"SHIELD had nothing to do with this."

"Well you gave me this mission, this is how it ends," Steve told him. "SHIELD has been compromised, you said it yourself. HYDRA grew under your nose and you didn't even notice."

"I noticed. Why do you think we're meeting in this cave?" Fury asked hostilely.

"Yeah? And how many paid the price before you did?" Steve asked. His temper flared for a second and raised his voice as he motioned toward you and said, "She could have died the other day, and here you are just telling her she got lucky. She shouldn't have to have been lucky because none of this should have happened!"

Fury took the words in with a nod. He paused for a few more seconds before saying to Steve, "I didn't know about Barnes until it was too late."

"Would you have even told me?" Steve shook his head before saying, "SHIELD, HYDRA, it all goes."

From beside you, Maria sighed and nodded, saying, "He's right..."

Fury looked to Romanoff and then you who visibly deflated, then to Sam who put his hands up, saying, "Don't look at me, I just do what he does but slower."

"Well...it looks like you're giving the orders now, Captain," Fury told Steve. Steve nodded and then left the room shortly followed by Sam to gather his thoughts about everything that was about to go down.

"Everything okay?" Maria asked after a beat of silence, putting a hand on your shoulder.

You sighed and shrugged, replying, "It's just...with this job...with SHIELD, I had a purpose. I did good for this world...or so I thought. I felt like I was doing something with my talents and I felt like I wasn't just wasting space and without it... I'm just afraid that in the fallout of this, everything they ever said about me would be proven right..."

"Hey, it's okay. What they said isn't true and you know it," Maria said as you stood up while shaking your head.

"I'll be back..." you said, taking a shaky breath as you left the room. As you walked away, you shook out your hands and tried to push away your intrusive thoughts from the past. You were so distracted that you didn't even notice yourself passing by Sam and Steve as you gravitated toward the fresh air out outside. Fresh air was something your lungs craved as your breathing became shallow while you tried to fight off your rising anxiety alone.

"Is she okay?" Sam asked when he passed Maria in the hall on the way back to the meeting room.

"I'll go talk with her, I'm sure she just needs a minute and then we can get moving."

When Maria reached you outside and stood beside you on the bridge, the two of you were silent for a few moments. "I'm sorry all of this is happening," she told you quietly.

"Yeah..." you said sadly. "Sorry, I didn't mean to get all existential back in there."

Maria smiled softly and told you, "No worries, just get out of that head of yours and let's go save some lives. Captain's waiting."

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8, 13, 20 🔥fop🔥

common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about - ppl who havent watched the og show on its own / enterity talking abt how coswans marriage fell apart BECAUSE of timmy's secret wish

now again i have no problem w people talking about this if its their own interpretation or au, ive said many times that on its own i think if you do it well you can make a good angst fic, however what i want people to understand is that that take came from someones analysis, and while i do have small problems w it (the 'apartnership shows them being bad for eachother' section in perticular) its just generally not a bad thing however w alot of these analysis' ppl listen to it and it goes through a game of telephone, its what happened to chloe like even before i remember if ppl mentioned her name some guy in his 40s would run to the comments to make 4 posts about how much she sucks and half the time the ppl didnt watch the show itself

i also think its making people blur the line between their own interpretation and what the actual writing intent is "omg coswan got marriage counseling in anw after slowly falling out thats cute" a fun headcanon but people speak of it like it was fully intentional, from the pitchbible coswan were always ment to love eachother wholey, its just the fact that they brought in more writers who made more "i hate my wife" jokes and it went downhill from here, but also because the og fop didnt have its own connected storyline and character arcs, and i highly doubt they planned the 50 years wish in 2002, along with the fact that the ANW writers picking up the pieces and just going off their old writing if that makes sense

as a note on the last part i will admit that coswans relationship got slightlyyy better after season 5-7 ish, keyword being slightly, they dont make explicit "i hate my wife jokes' every 2 minutes and had some cute moments but its still there just much less unbearable

worst blorboficiation - poof WHATTTT WHO SAID THAT

the twink jokes were funny for the first week now its making me want to bash my head into the wall, im also not a fan of ppl molding him into a father for dev (i.e specifically calling him dad) because A) to me it just seems like ur reducing him to one character trait alone B) hes more of a "older brother who returned from collage" type of dude who just got his first job and it isnt going well

also perirep fans, the moment i peep in and i see fanart to me its basically that one yaoi base, close enough welcome back 2018

i want more ppl to take in account the amount of shit poof has been in the og show... YEAH hes a baby and wont remember anything and hes so lenient on da rules, HOWEVER have you considered that hes just trying not to loose his first job ever and when hes not doing godparenting hes being a mischevious little fuck (the cupcake gag, "I NEVER GAVE 2 WEEKS NOTICE!!!!!!!") and foop is also slightly soppy wet, make them daffy and bugs bunny!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i could probably list 2 more

part of canon you found tedious or boring - TIMMYS DAD BEING EVERYWHEREEEEE, like i get it the writers found him funny and wanted to use him more but by the time season 10 rolled around he was in basically every single episode and theyve dumbed him down to the point where he was so stupid it got annoying

crocker while i didnt like him also being shoved in every episode atleast had more going on for him because of the whole fairy hunter thing (and i liked kevin... rip kevin) and i get that realistically they couldnt do anything w the other characters cuz the voice actors left iirc but i feel like with this guy the people went "um . what do we do" and threw everything at the wall, holy shit i want to smash this guys head in with a metal poll, timmy moms can stay though

(on a unrelated note cuz i didnt wanna make a seperate post: hot take but iirc i think timmys mom was actually a good mother on her own when dad wasnt around, she just got so into him she forgor ....... if that makes sense)

[emmyrosee]

based on this tiktok. teehee

bff!Suna x gn!reader

A/N- my mouth is in so much pain, why did no one tell me wisdom teeth surgery would hurt so bad I need atsumu head smooches STAT-

ugly 🙄💍 bae. sugar. my darling. pls. call me and pretend it’s an emergency. i have to get tf out of here.

ugly 🙄💍 he smells like old pizza pls save me.

he could practically feel the urgency emanating through your text.

the tv show he’d been watching meant nothing to suna now as it drones in the background, his focus on your well-being (well- the drama you were involved in, anyways) and he shakes his head as he ponders your circumstance.

it wasn’t as if he hadn’t tried to warn you against going out with this sleezeball from the other team who gave you his number at the last game; suna had told you, repeatedly, that jerks from that school were nothing but trouble.

but naturally, your stubborn ass didn’t believe him.

and he wanted, briefly, to leave you there to suffer the consequences of your actions, you’d forgive him in time- but he also knew of his scarily stoic captain’s deep rooted crush for you, and he was not about to get on his shit list for “abandoning” you.

ugh.

SENT: how bad is it?

ugly 🙄💍 i asked for steak. And he said that i should get the salad.

SENT: EW.

VETO.

send me ur location. im scooping

pls punch him for me.

ill call

he doesn’t wait longer to toe on some shoes and grab the keys to his beat up old car, calling a quick “mom! I’ll be back!” and heading out into the chill of night, being your knight in shining armor in sweat pants tucked inside of his socks, and slides to adorn his feet.

the engine sputters to life, and as soon as he’s backed out of the driveway, he quickly dials in your phone number, clearing his throat as he allows the monotonous dial tone ring in his ear.

there’s a click, and he instantly fakes hyperventilating that actually hurts his chest to do. “Rin, I’m on my date, can I call-“

“HE TOOK THE CAT!” He blubbers, slowly coming to a red light. He hears you gasp, though he knows from the shakiness of your breath that you’re trying not to laugh. “What- w-who!”

“Shinsuke!” He wails, knowing his volume probably is hurting your own head. He wants to laugh, he hasn’t ever looked at his captain that way- he makes a mental note to never let his first name slip so casually from his lips again- let alone be romantically involved with him. But, when inspiration strikes, Suna knew to answer. “I-I-I came home and he had that BITCH ex of his bent over the couch, I told him to l-l-leave and I drove around to calm down, and when I came b-back, he took my CAT!”

he hopes the complete ridiculousness of his story is working to his benefit.

“Rin, I will be over when I’m done, I promise, please calm down-“

“WAFFLE!” He shrieks, adding a couple of obnoxious sniffles and wails to accompany his fake grief. “HE TOOK MY BABY!” Around his theatrics, he hears you whisper something along the lines of “are you sure?” and “I’m so sorry,” and he can only assume that your plan worked, and you are now free from this hell of a date. “Okay rinnie, can you pick me up? Then we’ll go find Waffle, my location is- oh my god I can’t believe that fucking worked.”

the relief in your voice and your choice of words makes him stop his fake crying and cackle along with you, making snide comments about how bad the date went and how he “told you so!” to stay away from the creature you had gone on the date with.

“I’m here dumbass, hang up and get in the car,” he snickers, hanging up first and unlocking his car to allow you to slip into the passenger seat. you look good, too good to be going out with trash from another school, but the exhaustion under your eyes doesn’t go unnoticed.

“were you crying?” he asks with an amused lilt in his voice- even if the idea of you crying while waiting for him makes him feel sick to his stomach.

“Shut up,” you snort. “I was just worried about waffle.”

it makes you both fall back into a fit of laughter, and, sure, you’re both going to hell for lying on Kita Shinsuke’s perfect name, but Rin is almost positive Mr. Perfect will learn to accept that it was for your benefit.

“C’mon, I was supposed to meet the twins for McDicks, you’re coming,” he says flatly, leaving no room for discussion.

“Rin, I’m severely overdressed-“

“It’ll give Tsumu somethin’ to stare at while Samu and I steal his nuggets.”

“You steal his nuggets?”

“Hey, you’re my best friend- you enchant my teammates, I exploit that for self-gain.”

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Doodle

Summary: Newt/Reader; Soulmate AU,whatever you write/draw on your skin appears on your soulmates

All throughout school you’d catch doodles and scribbles on your arms; occasionally the faint sketch of some creature but mostly small flowers or magically drawn birds. You’d never figured out who it was during your time at hogwarts; but when you started working in the ministry; the drawings became a comfort, you often wonder if they play a role in your decision to work in the Magical Creature’s department. You don’t usually respond to the drawings, they either appear in places you can’t easily reach due to your clothes covering them; or you’re working on gathering information and trying your best to do research about the creatures everyone wants to destroy. You hate how wrong that feels and you take more comfort in the drawings of the creatures as if they’re being studied, not hunted; soon lists were added; odd ingredients or items. It was a silly habit but you found yourself buying the plants that were most commonly listed as well as keeping a small hoard of galleons for whatever kept stealing your soulmates. You’d never actually talked to him; but one day after he angrily scraped three underlines under ‘liquid seaweed’ did you draw a small frowning niffler next to it; you added a speech bubble and the words “that stung” colouring in the tears. The reaction was immediate; swirls and flowers and branches suddenly heated your skin, magically drawn on. It sunk in your soulmate never realized you’d returned the doodles; just that they had forgotten how much they’d drawn on themselves.

I’ve never thought I would have a soulmate all my time at ----------- I couldn’t ever remember seeing drawings. You frown and the gap in the sentence; you knew locations and names wouldn’t go through. You draw the niffler again; sitting on your wrist and adding a speech bubble filled with magic hearts I always thought you were too busy with whatever you do.

Research. He responds and draws a heart around the niffler.

You like nifflers? You ask and he draws another bunch of hearts before adding. They're cute but they steal everything shiny he adds a frown and you cross over it grinning as you draw yet another niffler holding a heart. They just want love is all; and all your shinies. You look up jumping when you see Thesues Scamander standing in front of your desk looking unimpressed.

“Sorry sir; what can I do for you?”

“I need the report from the incident with the grindylows from the other day. Murklow said that it could be a cover for a Grindelwald meeting.” You nod pulling your sleeve down and waving your wand to pull the report he’s asking for.

“Here you are sir; anything else?”

“Were you talking to your soulmate?” You flush a little at his question, nodding.

“Well if he likes nifflers as much as you; ask about other creatures?”

“Oh that’s a good idea sir!” You grin and he smiles softly.

“Call me Theseus, Y/N.” You nod, waiting until Theseus leaves and then scribbling on your arm a question that your soulmate leaves blank for two hours. Do you like magical creatures or are you like most others? You’re not sure what you’re expecting but you receive a paragraph along your thigh with only a few of the words blanked. You read through all of it twice grinning at how passionately he talks about how misunderstood most creatures are. You draw a niffler offering a heart out and then ask Have you read Fantastic beasts and where to find them? It just came out; I love it. You grin to yourself when a string of hearts answers your question. What do you think of the author? You chew your lip jumping when your boss calls you for a new case. You scowl at the information; most of the department still believed in the older information of most of the magical creatures. The new case was investigating a group of knarls that were nearing a muggle area. You spend the rest of the day gathering as much information about the area the knarls were last seen and what you’ll need to capture and relocate them.

Sorry work got busy; I love the author, he seems so kind and wonderful. You offer frowning when there’s no reply.

“Y/N!” You turn when you hear your name called and are surprised to see Thesues walking over.

“Yes?”

“You’re working on that Knarl case right?” You nod letting Theseus update you on the whereabouts, apparently the knarls were only in the muggle area because there’s a Jarvey that took over there home.

“A Jarvey.” You scowl sighing.

“Thank you Theseus; this makes dealing with it a lot easier; at least I can sort of talk to the Jarvey.” You roll your eyes and he grins.

“You off home now?”

“No; I’m off to go see if I can find the Jarvey; or the Knarls.”

“You think you can talk to them?”

“The Knarls yes; the Jarvey, hopefully.” You wave goodbye to Theseus as you take the floo network home.

Do you know about Jarvey’s? I have to deal with one soon. You wait for a reply as you pack a bag; drumming your fingers as you get no response before you apparate to the area that the report said they were in.

To catch one? You nod before writing yes. All you get is a half sketch half doodle of a niffler, with a heart and it making what you assume is a thumbs up gesture.

You groan waking up after having spent most of the night trying to convince the Jarvey to leave the Knarls alone and find a better home. You’d been called a bitch and vermin about fifty times before you’d gone to speak to the Knarls; the Jarvey had been offended enough to counter offer your idea of leaving the Knarls home to find a new one for himself. That was after he’d angrily scraped at your arm; almost tearing through the doodled nifflers.

You managed to agree to rehome the Knarls away from the muggle area; and even offered the Jarvey some moles you’d managed to gather before you’d gone to meet them. You’d gotten as close to a thank you as possible from a Jarvey and he even offered to come with you to the ministry to explain what you’d agreed with. You’d assured him while you appreciated it; you didn’t like the idea of him being captured. He’d then drawn a crude sort of star on your palm with a black marker he’d found and you’d returned to the ministry with the Knarls in a cat carrier with blankets charmed to stay warm.

“Good morning Y/N.” Thesues grins and you nod yawning.

“Late night?”

“Yeah; but I got the knarls.”

“You got the knarls?” He looks down to the case and you grin.

“And the jarvey?”

“He’s enjoying his new home and the snack I brought him.”

“You fed the Jarvey? And talked to it?”

“I mean I don’t know how much of a conversation it was; I was explaining everything going on and he kept calling me a bitch.” You shrug setting the knarls; which continue to sleep under your desk as you start to work up the report.

Did it go okay? You grin at your soulmates question, drawing a crude doodle of the knarls in the carrier. We all survived. Minus my pride. You don’t look at the response for a while finishing up the report and waiting till lunch to find your supervisor to ask about relocating the knarls.

The jarvey decided to knock me down a peg. Beside the explanation you doodle the jarvey with an angry face and a little speech bubble with the words bitch and vermin in it. The only response is a frowning face.

Since you know so much about magical creatures; where's the safest place for me to bring the knarls? You chew your lip hoping that wherever he describes won’t be blanked out. Suitcase. Or a large field with plenty of hedgerows; anywhere a hedgehog would live. You nod drawing a circle and question marks around the word suitcase.

“Y/N where are you off to?” You hold up the case, the knarls chattering at you and you frown.

“I’m sorry guys; I just have to have a quick chat and we can get you a nice big field and some new worm hunting grounds.” They chitter again and you sigh.

“I’m heading to drop the knarls off to a much better home.”

“Your soulmate give you advice?” Theseus grins as he walks up spotting the carrier in your hands.

“Apparently I need a suitcase.” You laugh showing Thesues the writing on your arm. He nods glancing from the knarls to your arm and back to you. He doesn’t say anymore simply turning away back towards his department. You shrug and leave the ministry building to apparate to one of your favourite spots in the countryside. You glance to the abandoned cottage before nuding the door open and opening the carrier to let the knarls wander out.

“There we are. Is this an okay spot?” You hum as the knarls seem to vanish. You make a note to check back on them in the coming weeks. You know you still have time for lunch but you decide to return back to the ministry to avoid rushing and being able to have a cup of tea in peace. You’re sitting in the lobby people watching when you can see a figure stagger out from the floo network and almost tackle Theseus to the ground. You try not to laugh when Theseus grins hugging the figure as the figure seems to hang limply in his grip for a moment before his head swivels looking around.

“It’s lunch right now.” You can hear Thesues’ voice and you note how the man next to him wilts. You try your best not to laugh at them returning to your tea before you can feel eyes on you. You don’t say anything feeling the faint scratch of a pen on your arm. Turn around and wave. You roll your eyes turning and waving. The man next to Theseus stares at the ground while Thesues moves towards you.

“Y/N. How’s lunch going?”

“You lost your friend.”

“My brother actually, Newt; come over here and say hello to Y/N she works in the department for magical creatures.”

“Oh; hello.” He walks slowly over extending his hand and you catch a familiar black star shape on his palm.

“Your soulmate?” You question and he nods.

“No clue what they mean by the star; but it’s nice to finally talk to them.” He grins slightly and you laugh a little nodding.

“What about you?” Thesues comments and you look down to your palm at the star shape.

“The Jarvey I talked to earlier. He decided it was a parting gift.” Newt steps closer to examine it; his fingers brushing over your palm; barely touching it.

“Is this the same jarvey that called you a bitch and vermin? I might have to have a word with him.” He mumbles and you try your best not to give anything away with how Newt keeps side glancing to Theseus.

“I was wondering; since you’re the expert here; I dropped the knarls off to a new area; and I don’t know if it’s a proper place for them..” You trail off and can see Thesues roll his eyes.

“You two enjoy your talk about knarls; remember lunch is over in twenty minutes.” Thesues reminds you and you nod waiting as he leaves before you look up at Newt.

“Hey.” He grins watching as you press your palms together to match the stars up.

“Your drawings are much better than my doodles of a niffler.”

“I thought they were very true to reality.”

“Is this why you mentioned a suitcase.”

“Yes; did it help you catch on?” he tilts his head and you gasp. He grins as Pickett pokes his head out.

“Not now Pickett.” Your hand drifts upwards and Pickett’s hands reach towards you and climbs on your hand.

“Oh. Hello there sweetheart. Aren’t you just the most impressive bowtruckle I’ve ever seen.” Pickett taps his little hands on your figner nails and Newt sighs.

“His ego is big enough; please don’t lie to him.”

“It’s the truth. No harm in reminding him. He really is incredible though. His leaves are a beautiful green shade.” You grin and Pickett taps faster on your hand before scurrying towards your shoulder as Newt reaches for him.

“Pickett no!” he scolds trying to grasp at the bowtruckle as he hunkers down  on your shoulder.

“Newt it’s alright; I can show you where the knarls are anyways.” He looks towards the clock and you catch your supervisor's attention.

“Yes Y/N.”

“I dropped the knarls off sir; is there anything else?”

“Oh good; we have two new cases one involving; what else were you going to ask.”

“Well sir; I’ve just found my soulmate and I was hoping-“

“Go home! Talk with each other. For Merlins sake Y/N; you have enough vacation days regardless of  the soul week you get to spend off. Go on.” He nods and you grin.

“Thank you.” You grin and Newt waves to him, you laugh a little when he falters and glaces to both of you.

“Theseus is going to kill me.” He grins and you quirk an eyebrow.

“Really?”

“Yes; I was just talking about how I finally realized I do have a soulmate and he all but demanded to see what we’d written. He lost it when he saw the writing; I guess I know why. He recognised your handwriting.” You smile at him nodding to the Floo network.

“Here; hold my hand.” Your hand twines with his as you step into the floo-place and close your eyes speaking the area of the countryside.

“Here we are.” You grin and Newt looks around.

“This seems perfect for knarls.” You grin back at him.

“Now may I show you the first option?”

“The suitcase?” You look confused and he grins holding his hand out. You close your eyes; you’re not sure why but Newt grins.

“Okay open!” you spot his face; halfway obscured by a young Occamy curling around his neck.

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PART 13: ...O-OH?

it’s the night of the big stream. y/n uncovers a strange, albeit deep, bond with charlie. corpse interrupts her garden date with sykkuno quite unceremoniously. tensions are high as ever; proximity chat reveals internal monologues and stray thoughts. y/n’s “batshit insane” energy affects everyone. this is, quite literally, the best game of among us bretman has ever played.

─── corpse husband x reader, sykkuno x reader (if you squint, it’s very one sided)  ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: 6.1k oops ─── ❥ reqs: sum people requested some interaction w bretman + jealous corpse + flirty sykkuno

author’s note: guys....GUYS WE’RE ON THE 3RD “OH” hope ur excited cus i am!!! this was rly fun to write, but then again, everything is better than writing an essay lmao! this is extremely chaotic and a bit seggsy but like a minuscule bit u wont even notice it i swear xx there’s not much social media in this one, mostly written lol. as always lmk wat u think n thank u for all ur kind words n sooo manyyyy ideassss!!! love u lots

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It’s happening, you think, picking the discreet, angelic white color for your astronaut - with a halo and all, truly, you are a seraph that stepped through the gates of heaven and descended onto earth to grace these morals with your presence...quite literally, you’re not only donning white in game, but also in real life, cute as a button or more like as a bunny. Cat girls are overrated - cat boys, on the other hand, you’ll ardently defend till your last breath - but bunny girls...Safe to say, your chat had been going feral. Your endless ego is fed well. You even swore on your heart that no devilish trickery would follow in this game - you had left your snake ways behind you.

No one believed you. The Roaches know you too fucking well.

The influx of new subs, however, do not. Look at this cute girl! She wouldn’t hurt a fly! You chuckle at the compliments. At the exact same moment, Rae pipes up on the discord call, “Y/n is leering and cackling evilly. No one trust her.”

Demon woman herself must be watching your stream before starting her own. You pout, all adorable and innocent, but your eyes gleam slyly. Truly, a mastermind of manipulation! Look at you go! The chat is swooning. The viewer number steadily climbs past 16K and you hum happily, welcoming all that decided to join your little clan, “Don’t listen to Rae. Wifey is mad because I said I’m not bringing her back a souvenir. Well guess what, bitch, I’m the gift.”

Your perfect image does not quite align with your tone, nor the affectionate nickname you call your roommate (bitch, not wifey). The new viewers are none the wiser though, just like your new stream mates.

There is laughter from people you don’t quite know. The lobby is almost full, but not everyone has trickled in yet.

“Filing divorce papers right now.” Rae mumbles, but you hear the smile in her voice. It makes you crack a grin, too. 

More hello’s and shy introductions to the people in the lobby. Sykkuno’s green astronaut pops in with a upbeat, “Hey, everyone! Hi, Y/n!” as his character circles around yours. A collective awww echoes in your stream chat as you, quite breathless at the wholesomeness, reply with a “Hi! Hi hi!” as well.

Corpse is next to join, mysteriously ominous. The discord call is pure chaos, everyone screaming over the other variations of his name while stressing different syllables. Silent as a grave, he just stands there, his black astronaut seemingly eyeing everyone in the lobby. 

Alas, when the noise dies down, he utters, “Whaddup, baby.” and it’s pandemonium all over again. You are screeching/laughing along with the rest. His astronaut swiftly glides to Sykkuno, still circling around you, “Hey, Sykkuno.” He says. The latter abruptly stops. The game hasn’t even started, and already - betrayal! Sykkuno starts circling around Corpse now, leaving you in the dust.

“Hey, dude!”

“Yo,” You interrupt, “I’m like here too, yeah?”

“Fight, fight, fight!” Pokimane jeers. You can’t see her, but you’re certain she’s pumping her fists in the air. 

“Let’s leave the bloodshed for the game, yeah?” Dream offers past her laugh ridden urging.

“No, fuck that, let’s start this shit right now,” Charlie declares - his monotone is strangely pleasant to the ear, and you lean back in your chair with a thoughtful hum. Something about his energy just clicks with yours instantly, but perhaps you’re judging too quickly- “Got my fucking knife ready to slit some throats. You can all pretend you aren’t ready to kill on sight, but that’s not me. I’ll teabag your dead fucking body.”

-yeah, no, your initial estimate had been correct! What a pleasant surprise, you feel like you and he will get along beautifully. 

“Way to be subtle, Charles.” Rae snorts.

“Subtle doesn’t make an interesting game, Rae,” He’s quick to bite back, “and if I’m Impostor, you bet your fucking ass I’m going after you first.”

“Noooooo!” She shrieks, rushing to your astronaut, which is still just standing there, abandoned, like the equivalent of that one emoji, “Y/n, protect me.”

“Of course, baby.” You purr. 

There’s mumbling in the discord call, though it’s barely audible. Corpse seems to be repeating the word to himself: Baby...Baby?...Baby...

“You’re gonna stab me in the back the first chance you get, won’t you?” She questions, already painfully aware of the answer.

“You know it!”

“Finally, someone that’s not fucking cowering in their boots and flaunting their real nature.” Charlie says, “Y/n, form a Big Dick Alliance with me.”

“Oh for sure, man.” You agree immediately, trailing to his in game figure, “Let’s show these virgins how it’s done.”

“This is going to be a mess, isn’t it?” Sean’s voice rings with a cheerful laugh, making you flustered. Yes, you’re actually playing with THE JacksepticeyeTM. You still haven’t fully wrapped your head around that part, “I’m very excited to see where this will go.”

“Nowhere good.” You say with unparalleled sincerity - every word you speak to him, the icon, the legend, the one of the few youtubers you actually actively follow, must be genuine. You doubt you can lie to him. He’s too good of a person. You admire him too much. Stuck between wanting to be a shady bitch and an absolute saint, you refrain from addressing him more - you are simply not worthy.

its the y/n trying to act like a normal person in front of jack for me

ikr she looks ready to join the monastery

each day we stray closer to gods light???

Your viewers are snide as always. Gosh, you love them.

The last player pops in, fashionably late, “Hey, y’all.”

“Hey, Bretman!” The call choruses somewhat harmoniously.

“Hi, daddy.” He’s speaking to Corpse now, a smile in his voice - you can hear it even past the static of his atrocious mic. Your eyes widen, eyebrows shooting up. Your friends are cackling, but confusion refrains you from doing the same - were you not the only one Corpse offered, seemingly so long ago!, to be his sugar baby? 

One betrayal after the other. You’re glad for the Big Dick Alliance. The name has a nice right to it, too. 

Corpse laughs, “...Hey, Bretman. How are you today?”

Damn, two sentences for him, but not even a word spoken to you!? You’re already scripting a very melodramatic paragraph you will text him after the stream. With poorly masked discontent, you mutter, “Wow, thanks for such a warm welcome, Corpse, my day’s going great, yeah, loving the company.”

“Now now miss girl,” Bretman chimes, “we can’t be all daddy’s favorite.”

“Careful,” Charlie drones, “I think you just got yourself onto Y/n’s shit list.”

“Right next to Corpse Husband and Valkyrae.” You agree, “Sykkuno!” You suddenly call him.

“Uhm-Uh-Yes?” Is his nervous reply.

“You’re safe.” You state coldly, “For now.”

“You are not going after Sykkuno on my watch.” It must be a belated holiday miracle because Corpse finally decides to address you. His words seem to awake something in him, “Hey-Hey-Hey-” He swiftly glides to you, standing right next to your minute virtuous angel, “When are you coming back to Cali?”

corpse stop acting weird challenge

literally omg lmao

he does bring up a good point y/n y u not in cali yet?!

^pack it up corpse simp he disrespected the queen when he didnt say hi

“Back off, buddy,” Charlie interjects, “this spot is for Big Dick Alliance members only.”

“I’m never returning.” You inform him, your voice cold like the Arctic snow, and the look in your eyes is no kinder. You feel like you’re having a stare down through screen. 

Silence stretches. Is this an intimidation tactic? Because if it is, it’s a paltry one. Your conviction to be petty is stronger than any vulnerability you might feel.

“Then I have nothing to say to you.” He admits and fucks right off with that. Fine, go join Sykkuno and Rae in their little corner of betrayal! Friendship ended with Corpse, now Charlie is your best friend.

“Okay, guys, guys, guys-” Toast, noting this is going to spiral any minute now, tries to catch their attention, “Let’s start?!”

You look into your camera, and the roaches know what you’re thinking. You’re twins like that, communicating telepathically. You are taking back your tender promise of not being a conniving bastard. It’s fucking on. You will destroy everyone in your path, starting with the guy you have a stupid crush on - maybe?! Feelings are confusing, you’d rather just not think point blank period.

With no objections from the cast, the counter ticks away seconds and, for the first round, you’re stuck as CREW MATE.

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Charlie is a gift. Truly, you had not expected such a sudden, wonderful relationship to bloom. How have you not known of him sooner?! It’s a crime that you hadn’t spoken to him earlier. You are a 100% certain if you had found him before you started streaming, he would’ve been a big inspiration. 

The two of you do your silly little tasks and curse like sailors, commenting about this and that thanks to proximity chat. You wouldn’t have been able to stand the claustrophobic silence if it was just a normal Among Us game - to think, missing out on all his foully worded quips! It almost springs a tear into your eye. He’s just as unhinged as you.

worried about this dynamic 

its a trainwreck lol i love it plz collab more plz

Caught in a headed discussion in Electrical - TikTok trends, or audios specifically - you defend the app the best you can. Charlie thinks it’s super cringe, and you insist it’s part of the charm as you connect wires.

“I mean, have...-do you know that one audio, the one that goes, like,” You’re spilling your words, heated, frustrated that he’s so dismissive of the app that literally saved 2020, “it goes like, uhm,” You clear your throat, prep your voice - even take a sip of your favorite drink. Drawing the syllables, you try your best to make it drop an octave - it must sound like you’re doing an atrociously bad and nauseatingly scratchy Corpse impression with an extra dramatic flair, “My assssssss, your cockkk, you do the mathhh.”

“Did-Did I just-” You freeze hearing Corpse’s voice, finally done with your task. Charlie is muffling his laughter behind his palm; Corpse’s astronaut stands in the doorway, “What the fuck did I just walk into?” He seems genuinely confused, though a strangely winded. You’re mortified. Your shoulders are shaking. You look at the stream chat but it’s going too fast for you to follow. Manic laughter bubbles in your chest and you squeeze your eyes shut, mouth split into a toothy grin, lowering your head and trying to hide the blush dusting your cheeks.

“Hey? Guys? What the fuck are you talking about?” He questions again.

“Honestly?” Charlie chimes, “No fucking clue. TikTok, I think. Ask Y/n.”

You can’t reply. You’re crying. You cover your face with your palms, muttering a soft oh my god before bursting into a full blow laugh, throwing your head back, the motion accidentally knocking your headphones off.

“Y/n.” Corpse calls you, “Fuck was that?”

You’re howling. Your stomach hurts. There are literal tears in your eyes. You think Charlie might be laughing too, but you can’t really tell over your loud screeching. Hastily fixing your headphones, you wipe away the tears stuck to your lower lashes, heaving, “S-Sorry, I-” You stutter, breaking into another fit of giggles. Corpse patiently waits you to calm down. Catching your breath, you start again with a sniffle, “TikTok, yeah.” You idly fix your hair, trying to bite down a smile, “It’s an audio.”

“What- What kind of videos are you watching?”

“The good kind.” Your reply is instant, merciless, “Also, why are you here? We’re having a BDA meeting, you know.”

“I-I...” He trails off, “I...I heard people talking and...I just came here to check it out, but...I’m regretting it.” There’s a lilt in his voice, and you know he doesn’t regret jack shit. You bet he’s smiling. You wish you could see it.

“Bitch, then leave!” You huff. You aren’t sure what is with him today, and you don’t want to stick around and find out - his playfulness makes your stomach flip at the most inappropriate times! Like when you’re trying to sound threatening. You must retreat posthaste, “No, wait, I’ll do it for you.” You say, brushing past his character. Charlie follows after you.

“Dude, you’re so fucking lucky neither of us are the Impostor because you’d be deader than I’ve been feeling since I was 10.” Your favorite companion comments. Charlie is truly a modern wordsmith. You’re pretty sure you adore him, because you’re nodding your head, so quick to agree with him that even you’re surprised. 

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A meeting is called. You spare a glance at your fallen crew mates. They will be missed. Sean most of all, God, why does heaven always take the good ones?! The game feels emptier without him, even if you really only passed him once on your trek to Cafeteria with Charlie.

You may or may not have been avoiding him, afraid you’d accidentally say something horrible and he would hate you. It’s a silly fear, though a deep one. And with Charlie keeping you company, you had not uttered a single objectively  good, or even coherent, sentence. Your parents can’t watch this stream once it’s uploaded onto your Youtube channel. They know you’re barely keeping it together in most of your videos, but here, now? Yeah, no. Charlie is already hard to listen to on his own for sensitive viewers, and hearing you agree with literally everything he says with your own chaotic ideas? Your dad would stumble into an early grave.

Mom probably wouldn’t mind too much, but you’d have to explain your relationship status again. She is under the assumption that everyone you collab with is your significant other. You’d say it began with Sykkuno, though the exclamation of “Finally! My daughter isn’t pathetically single! We need to celebrate.” had started with Rae. Truly, a scandal.

Speaking of which, Sykkuno is gone, too, but you had time to mourn him already. You found his body roughly ten minutes ago; so torn with the fresh agony of heartbreak, you could not do anything else but cry. It was Charlie, bless his heart, that reported it.

“Someone killed Jack,” You say, voice dripping with venom, “court is now in session. I’m ready to vote the fucker out.”

People speak all at once. Toast roars over them, “ORDER! ODER IN COURT!” as he slams his hand onto his desk repeatedly. That seems to work, though briefly.

“I think it’s Y/n.” Corpse says. You stare at him, hand gripping your heart, mouth falling open in surprise.

flame him

corpse boutta be a corpse fr

beat his ass queen!!!!!

“Pardon my french,” You grumble, “but nani the fuck?!”

“It’s definitely Y/n, I found her and Charlie conspiring in Electrical. Surrealist experience of my fucking life, but it’s definitely her.”

“Dude, we’ve been over this,” Charlie sighs, shushing Rae who was about to comment something - knowing your luck, it was probably in favor of the man throwing you under the bus, “we would’ve snapped your fucking neck the moment you walked in. But we didn’t.”

“Yeah, we didn’t.” Corpse notes, “I said nothing about you, I’m just saying it’s definitely her. She probably didn’t kill in front of you because of your stupid alliance-”

“Someone sounds salty because he wasn’t invited.” Pokimane snickers.

“-or possibly she did tell you and you won’t betray her for the exact same reason.”

“That’s some big brain logic you pulled there, genius,” Charlie says, absolutely unimpressed, “sure you didn’t have an aneurysm trying to connect all of that together?”

“Well,” Rae pipes up, “Y/n and Charlie did say they will kill right before the game started. If you ask me, it’s not unbelievable. And Sykkuno was sorta on the shit list.”

“I’m writing down your name twice, Rachell.” You spit.

“Not helping your case at all, Y/n...” Dream worries, “And Rae makes a good point. Charlie and you have professed desire for murder. I’m just saying! It’s a bit suspicious, you know?”

The next words to leave Corpse’s lips sound incredibly smug, “See?” He drawls.  The pressure is getting to you - you don’t understand where this beguiling talent of his to convince literally everyone comes from, but it doesn’t inspire any confidence. Your fist suddenly feels incredibly lonely, so useless - oh, how you long to swing at him, “It’s definitely Y/n.”

“I dunno...” Toast mumbles.

“It’s Y/n.”

“Corpse-” You try, but he's ignoring you - shocker, as if he hadn’t been doing that from the very start of this stupid game - and chanting your name like it’s a fucking mantra or something, a smile in his voice, knowing, relishing in the fact that he’s grating on your nerves, “FIRST OF ALL,” You scream into the mic, successfully cutting him off; catching your breath, you exhale, and continue, calmly, lowly,  “get my pretty name out of your mouth.” 

There’s a pause full of tense silence. 

Then, there’s a sound, seemingly stuck in the back of his throat, “...O-Oh...?”

“Second of all,” You continue, words like honey dipped in arsenic, “This is the clearest smear campaign I have ever witnessed. By how hard you’re trying to frame me for fuck knows what reason, I’m led to believe it’s you that killed them. You’re the Impostor.”

“Corpse wouldn’t kill Sykkuno, though.” Rae comments, skeptical.

“Then the other Impostor did it.” You counter.

“Maybe you’re both Impostors.” Pokimane chirps.

“Y/n would never betray the Big Dick Alliance like that.” Charlie states.

You grin, “Charlie, I literally love you.” 

“Wait hold up now,” Corpse seems to get his bearings together, “what’s this about love I’m hearing?”

“I have none for you, dick.” You snap, flipping him off. Your chat cheers. While he can’t see it, you hope he senses it through the screen, “I officially hate you.”

“No, wait-”

“Boo, Corpse, you suck.” Toast laughs.

“Y/n, please-”

“Let’s all vote for Corpse Husband, okay?” You say it like it’s his full official name with an encouraging smile and multiple soft nods. Sykkuno can’t be here to nod, so you’ll do it for him. You eye the rapidly decreasing timer before clicking on Corpse’s figure and voting for him. The VOTED icon instantly pops up beside your adorable astronaut.

“Baby, I-” It slips past his lips so easily, as if he’s not even thinking about it, like it’s only natural to call you that and a spike of anxiety shoots up, making you glare. It’s only halfhearted. You try your best to ignore the rapid and uncoordinated pulses of your heart. Replace unwanted feelings with anger and hate - works like a charm, every time.

“You are not allowed to call me that.” You hiss. The chat spams snake emojis. 

“Wait-” Bretman chimes, “Hold up, y’all, slow down a minute. Why does Corpse never call me baby?”

“Yeah!” Pokimane agrees, “I want to be baby, too!”

Pokimane may not have been called baby, but you just single-handedly decided her nickname for her - Target 4. Welcome to the shit list, she is officially your public enemy number 1. You aren’t sure why the thought of Corpse ever referring to anyone else as baby makes you sick to your stomach (you actually do know why, but brain no think at the moment), but you wish this whole conversation never happened. You don’t like it.

20 seconds left. More VOTED icons appear by your friends. Corpse is the last one to cast his ballot at, you assume, you, as the rest wait for his quick explanation before everyone (or not) returns to the game, “...Because she’s my baby.”

Goodbye. Life had been sweet, and there was sorrow, though the amount of embarrassment you feel now is worse than when the internet found your cringe worthy high school pictures on your mom’s Facebook. It’s a mixture of dread and excitement - the pleasure of being noticed, cherished even, though anxious from vulnerability. Someone is screaming a very prolonged “WHAAAAT?!”, or maybe multiple people are, you aren’t sure, your ears start to hurt from the loud, conflicting cacophony of voices as you stare blankly at the screen. You received two votes, just like Corpse, Charlie got one, the rest skipped. With no one flung out, you all find yourself back in Cafeteria again.

Baby. My baby? My baby. My baby. The sentence is playing ping-pong in your mind, reverberating louder each time. You’re actually speechless for the first time in your life; your chest hurts, your heart beating so fast your hands start shaking. Had he meant it? Or was this a some joke? Was he trying to get a rise out of you again? You might just go insane from so many questions. My baby. Holy shit, this is a heart attack, this is what a heart attack feels like, dear God, you figured you at least had ten years before you get one!

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First round ends with IMPOSTORS raining victorious. Your sixth sense had been working wonders since, true to you previous estimate, it had been Corpse. His companion was Pokimane. For absolutely no reason what’s so ever, you change her name once more from Target 4 to Target 1. Normally, you’re all for girls supporting girls. Men don’t deserve anything, really, but now you’re so flustered and still reeling from what you are 80% sure was cardiac arrest that you genuinely don’t care about your established morals.

Round two starts without much deliberation. You get CREW MATE again; the game must sense your growing bloodlust, making sure that once you do get IMPOSTOR, you will not hold back. True power is granted to those who are ready and strong enough to wield it. You wait for your moment with bated breath.

Charlie is taken from you too early. The two of you were once again caught in a discussion - God knows about what, Minecraft, hentai, oh! your server! - as you tried to card swipe for the umpteenth time. The lights blew out and you just knew one of you was getting murdered there and then. Charlie’s voice abruptly cut off, and you think a part of you died with him.

It’s a cold meeting; with your new best friend being the first to go, everyone decides to skip. You proclaim you seek vengeance. When the meeting comes to an end, Sykkuno is the first to offer his condolences.

“I’m sorry, Y/n.” He says, and while he’s not in Brooklyn, you somehow feel him patting your back. You feign a sniffle.

“There’s nothing to apologize for...” You murmur sadly, “Unless...” Your voice turns sharp as the knife that was surely twisted into Charlie’s back, “It was you?”

“NO!” He exclaims, “I would never-you gotta believe me! I would never kill him. I know he’s important to you. I wouldn’t do that, I swear.”

“He was like a brother to me.” You admit, solemn, “Charlie, if you’re haunting me right now, know I will avenge you. I will not let this go.”

Sykkuno hums, circling around you, “Hey, I have a task in Greenhouse. Would you, uh--Would like to, uhm, join me?” Despite the shaky start, he finishes on a firm, pleasant note. He’s trying to cheer you up. Having lost your closest friend, he’s offering you his company. You accept with a soft smile and a cute “Yes, please!” and he releases an airy little laugh. The two of you make your way to your favorite place in map MIRA.

It’s difficult to stay sad for long when Sykkuno’s so sweet; the atmosphere of the Greenhouse is strangely calming; your problems seem to be left behind the shut doors. If you tried hard enough, you could imagine being in an actual Greenhouse - the warm, damp air clinging to your skin, the unmistakable smell of earth and vegetation, the pleasant silence broken only by yours and his hushed voices and clumsy footsteps.

The two of you are talking. Mainly about your choice of attire. Cat first, Sykkuno ponders aloud, doing his task as you watch the plants grow, now bunny, what’s next? You affirm that you will most likely dress up in cow-print next, or as an adorable sheep. He laughs, admitting you’ll look good in anything before he trails off. His awkwardness is really endearing. 

“Or!” You chirp happily, content with being locked away with him for the whole game. The idea must be playing in his mind, too, because he seems in no rush to leave, “I could, like, dress as someone from My Hero Academia. I watched the stream you did with Stella, the one where she made you look like Todoroki. It was really cute. You were really cute.”

“Oh, uhm-well, uh, thank you, thanks, I, uhm-” He clears his throat, and despite his stutter, you hear the smile in his voice, “I-I think you’d look better, though. Not as Todoroki. Or, probably as Todoroki, too. But, uhm, what character are you thinking about?”

“Maybe Momo?”

“Momo!” He yeps, “Momo is good. Yeah, she’s great. You’ll-uhm-you’ll look amazing. Really. Momo is awesome. Very pretty. Just like you.”

You are blushing. A stupid, toothy grin makes your cheeks hurt. Your eyes flicker to the chat, but again, it’s going wild. Giggling, you thank him for his sweet words, so giddy it’s honestly embarrassing. Why can’t you stop smiling? This is incriminating. You hide your lips behind your palm.

“...What’s this?” Corpse question. You had failed to note his sudden appearance, too busy gushing. “Am I interrupting?”

“Hey, Corpse!” Sykkuno greets. For someone so awkward and shy, he sure is good at hiding it when he wants to. Perhaps it’s all an act and you had been deviously tricked! Probably not, but you can’t help but narrow your eyes suspiciously, finally able to calm down. You definitely underestimated him, you just haven’t figured out how yet, “Not really! Y/n was sad Charlie died so I took her here.”

“You interrupted our date, dipshit.” You deadpan. 

“...Fuck you say?” Corpse dares, his voice low and somewhat menacing - for someone who exclusively portrays his emotions through only his voice, he’s incredibly hard to read. This is payback. Your love for wreaking havoc resurfaces suddenly. Serves him right for pulling all this ignoring shit at the start. Maybe you’ll make him say oh again.

Your sly smirk is promptly wiped. Fuck. He said oh, he literally said oh out loud. The Teruhashi fangirl in you is screaming. You had been so caught up in defending yourself you didn’t even register it at first. Alarmed, you look at the camera, then at the chat. First oh, then my baby. There’s no way he had been teasing you, and this proves it. Holy shit. You mouth the words “HE SAID OH!” for your audience only.

now she notices

snail pace baby we’ve been loosing our shit for the past hour 

corpse x y/n saikik au enemies to lovers 500k words slow burn im here for it

opening wattpad rn^

Your heart races in your chest - it might be considered an Olympic medalist at this point; flustered yet again, you wish you could cave into yourself. You should’ve brought your bright blue wig with you to Brooklyn. Turns out it would have been perfect for this stream. Yes, yes thinking about unnecessary details always works in distracting you from the butterflies throwing a fucking rave in your stomach. 

“I guess it is a date!” Sykkuno admits, “Kinda after a funeral, but still.”

Corpse hums. You’re still too stunned to say anything. The black astronaut with adorable cat ears approaches Sykkuno. 

“It’s not.” He states. Your mouth falls open in shock as your date, your companion, the Shoto to your Momo is murdered in cold blood right in front of you. His lifeless body, cut in half, lays on the tiles by the growing flowers, right beside you, “You didn’t see shit.”

“...I didn’t see shit.” Is all you can utter, breathless and terrified.

“Thaaaat’s fucking right, baby.” Corpse coos, “Now I’m gonna report it, and I’ll say we found Sykkuno together. Better stick close to me after the meeting, got it?”

If Sykkuno is Shoto, then Corpse is definitely Dabi. 

why is that kinda hot tho omg

didn’t know i needed dom corpse since now but i do

y/n looks like shes boutta throw up lmao 

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You follow him around like a lost puppy - because what else is left for you to do!? You’re helpless in this situation. He’s got you in the palm of his hand, successfully eliminating everyone you had previously interacted with. First it was Charlie, then Sykkuno, even Sean, who said hello in passing, was shot instantly. Real Sangwoo behavior. You almost want to scream warnings at everyone to not approach you. You cannot mourn another lost crew mate, you don’t think your conscience can take it. But words fail to form. You’re too weak. You fake cry to your audience. They’re quick to remind you to stop acting like a little bitch.

“Mean.” Is all you say, eyeing the comments.

“Hm?”

“Was talking to the roaches.”

“What are they saying?”

“That I should betray you.”

“...Better not.”

A shiver shoots up your spine and you half believe he will bust down your door and drag you into his basement for real. A nervous laugh slips past your lips, “I won’t, I won’t.” You reassure him, “Don’t worry, I’m sticking with you. I haven’t seen shit.”

“I like that you listen to me. You always this agreeable?”

“You’re kinda not giving me a choice right now.” You grumble, vending yourself a drink while he looms behind you, protecting you. From who?! Himself?!

“Oh my fucking God, finally,” Bretman exclaims, “girl, I’ve been running around the whole map trynna find someone, is everyone like, dead?”

You’re scared to reply. Corpse does it for you, “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, maybe? Not sure. Where have you been?”

“Oh you know,” Bretman grins, “doing tasks, talking shit, the usual. You two are not, like, Impostors right?”

You shoot a look at Corpse, but he obviously can’t see it. Biting your lip, you murmur, “Nope.”

“Just your regular crew mates doing regular crew mate things.” Corpse says, no, purrs. Because that’s not suspicious at all. You’d recommend Bretman to run, and not only because that sounded shady as fuck. But he seems to enjoy danger, or he just doesn’t care.

“Hmmmm, crew mates, sure. Miss girl Y/n,” He’s addressing you now; you smile anxiously, “How come every time I see you, you’re with a different man?! Like damn, leave some for the rest of us, for real!”

You like Bretman. You like his high-pitched whine and drawl. You would like him even more if not for the complex situation at hand. You fear for his life. Chewing at your bottom lip, you snicker, “Sorry, Bret. I can leave you Corpse if you want?”

He laughs, “Girl, I’d say yes so fucking quick, but I know he wouldn’t want that. Normally I wouldn’t care, but y’all are such a cute couple it’s making me not want to be a shady motherfucking bitch. Changing my ways, embracing the lord. Love it.”

 Corpse doesn’t correct him that you are, in fact, not dating. His lack of reaction unnerves you slightly. Does he...? No! No think! Only exist! You catch that train of thought and steer it away from forbidden territory. Looks like it’s up to you to clear the air, and that is exactly what you do after trying to swallow down the lump in your throat, “Uh, we’re not together, actually. We’re just really good friends.”

“Bitch, then move over,” Bretman says snappily,”go like, back to your other boyfriends. Or find another one. I think I saw Dream near Navigation.”

“Near Navigation, huh?” Corpse hums thoughtfully. It’s a subtle warning, but you catch it. Yeah, even if you try running, Dream’s going to join your other ‘boyfriends’ in the afterlife. Granted, killing someone by just talking with them is kind of cool. Or maybe Stockholm Syndrome is finally kicking in, “Bret, the thing is, Y/n’s scared of dying, so she asked me to stay with her.”

It’s disturbing how good at lying he is. It is also really really attractive, as bizarre as that is.

y/n stop being in a toxic relationship with corpse challenge

making fanart of this omg her face

its the blushing for me girl get your head outta the gutter!

^she cant, it lives there

“Baby, you’re gonna fucking die if you stick with her,” Bretman points out, “have you noticed the mortality rate of her partners? Rest in peace, daddy.”

“He’s right, you know.” You mutter, dramatically looking to the side, “I’m no good, Corpse.”

“Not leaving you, end of discussion. Bretman, join us?” Corpse offers, catching you by surprise. He might still be lying, though. Creating a false sense of security before eliminating Bretman. Probably would laugh while doing it, too. Wow, he truly is evil.

Turns out he doesn’t have to do any of that, because when Dream strolls into Cafeteria, he kills Bretman instead. The two Impostors are finally revealed. You promised not to snitch on Corpse, but you didn’t say shit about not exposing Dream. You press the REPORT button and say just that: “Dream just murdered Bret right in front of me and Corpse.”

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The last meeting is called. Dream had been voted out with the help of Corpse, and now only you, he, and Rae remain.

“Baby, you know what to do.”

The VOTED icon pops up beside Corpse’s astronaut. Rae wheezes, “No! Y/n, it’s not me, you gotta believe me, I swear it’s not me!”

“...I really don’t know,” You murmur, “I’ve been with Corpse a lot, and...Rae, I’m not sure...”

“Please! I swear it on my Kagayama cardboard cut out, I’m not the Impostor, please! You know me, I’d never lie to you like this.”

“She’s definitely lying.” Corpse says, sounding pleased.

“Don’t listen to him! Remember, during the first round, when he tried to convince us that you were the Impostor? He’s doing the same shit to me!”

“I also remember you agreeing with him.” You remind her.

“I was stupid! Small dumb brain moment! He was using us to win! He’s using you right now!” She votes, “Please, Y/n, make the right choice.”

You’re silent for a moment.

“I’m gonna...I’m gonna vote for who I think it is.” You lastly say.

A slow, lazy grin makes it’s way onto your lips, eyes gleaming mischievously. You had not forgotten your promise to your brother from another mother, you had not forgotten the pride of the BDA, you had not forgotten your beautiful friendship. Two miniature astronauts pop up by Corpse’s at the exact moment Rae screeches “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!”

“Fuck.” Is all Corpse says with a laugh.

The screen changes, informing of the first CREW MATE victory.

Your ears are assaulted with different voices as you appear in the lobby.

“Now that’s what I’m fucking talking about.” Charlie raves, “I swear to fucking God, Y/n, you even got me going for a second. Pulled some 1000 IQ shit right there. It was fucking amazing. Best back stabbing I’ve seen in a while, and I’ve seen a lot.”

“That was absolutely fantastic, Y/n.” Sean applauds, “I really thought you joined Corpse like some crew mate accomplice or something. Can’t believe you switched on him at the last second.”

“That’s my wifey!” Rae cheers, strolling to you, “Love you, mwah.”

“Hey, Corpse,” Charlie calls him, “How does it feel to be a fucking loser?”

“I’m surprisingly fine with it.”

yeah he would be lmao

mom is the best snake ever i love you sm y/n

rae and y/n’s friendship....the feeeeeels

As the rest sing your praises for another solid minute or two, the third round begins. CREW MATE again. Though, just because you’re stuck as an underpaid worker in a dying spaceship, it doesn’t mean you’re innocent. Your last round proved that quite well. You can’t help but silently snicker.

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more tags are in the comments bcs tumblr only allows me to tag 50 people max 💙

[digestionsack]

Mike’s Playlist Analysis: Part 1

*Adjusts tin foil hat* Alright gang leggo.

1: “Love is a Stranger” by Eurythmics, Annie Lennox, and Dave Stewart

Starting off a little chill.

“Love is a stranger/In an open car/To tempt you in/And drive you far away”—Definitely giving Byler road trip vibes. This actually isn’t the first time cars are mentioned (see “Cars” by Gary Numan, #11 on this list), and “drive you far away” is really fitting with the “running away” motif I have noticed in Mike’s playlist.

“And I want you”—This line is repeated lots of times in this song. It makes me think about the “love you because I need you vs need you because I love you” themes we have discussed in the Byler tag. “I need you because I love you” basically says “I want you.” When we look at the way Mike wants to be needed but also fears that because El does not need him she does not love him, it becomes clear that what Mike really needs in a relationship is to be needed because he is loved and wanted for who he is. I wonder who can give him that kind of love—oh wait…

Extra note about this song: I noticed that El has a song by the same band on her playlist (“Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This) by the same artists). Mike’s version is said to be a remastered version of that song, but when I listened to them both, the lyrics were completely different as well as the melodies. Is this a metaphor, I wonder?

2: “In The Face of Evil” by Magic Sword

This song had no words, so the analysis I made had to come from the title, the artist, and the album cover alone. The title of this song is very hero-esque in regards to the “good vs evil” motif that I’ve seen pop up a couple times in this album. The title plus the band name makes me think of Mike Wheeler Main Character/Redemption Arc in S5. The band name especially is very interesting, because some on the Byler tag have pointed out that the sword imagery is yet another parallel between Hopper and Mike (when Hopper uses the sword at the end of S4 to kill the Demogorgon. Adding onto the hero/sword idea, the album cover for this song is an image of a sword. Also fits with Mike’s D&D character (Paladin)—it would make sense if he had a sword, especially considering he was wielding one in Will’s painting.

3: “A Real Hero” by Electric Youth, College

Again with the “hero” motif. this title defiantly solidified my “Mike Wheeler S5 Hero/Redemption Arc” expectations. But I’m also wondering if the “hero” motif is a nod to Mike’s saviour complex—how he feels useless unless he is needed? I also noticed the name of the band (Electric Youth), which made me think of another song (“Are ‘Friends’ Electric?”) on Mike’s playlist, along with (as many Bylers have pointed out) Dustin’s comments to Lucas in S2 regarding his romantic chemistry with Max (“I could feel it.” “What?” “The electricity.”) The lyrics are pretty standard for a hero narrative (“A real human being/And a real hero/Back against the wall and odds/With the strength of a will and a cause”).

4: “Ghostbusters” by WALK THE MOON

A reference to Halloween, of course. What I find really interesting is that this is not the only Halloween mention in the playlist (will cover that in Part 3). Crazy together, maybe?

5: “Are ‘Friends’ Electric?” By Gary Numan

Ah, we all know what this (if not, see #3 for context). Are friends electric, Michael? Girl stand up.

6: “Dead of Night” by Dance With The Dead

This song has no lyrics as well, so I’m left to go off the title and the artist…and it isn’t looking pretty. That’s a lot of death references there, bud. Makes me a little scared for Mike…The only thing that’s making me a little less scared is the whole “dance with the dead” thing. It sounds a whole lot like “flirting with death,” which is a way of saying someone gets really close to death but doesn’t necessarily die. I hope that’s what they were going for…

7: “A Victory of Love” by Alphaville

Makes me think of Matthew Modine’s “All You Need is Love” tweet (I’m sorry, I couldn’t find it, I don’t have Twitter). Love will win in the end—cheesy, yes, but tried and true and very wholesome. That was just the title, though. Let’s look at the lyrics.

“She’s really an angel/She stands in the sunshine/She’s closing her eyes/She’s starting to dream/She’s pulling the strings/She’s dreaming the strange dream”—That sunshine line is making me think that this is about Will. In the two scenes that we might be able to infer are at least partially from Mike’s POV (the van scene and the couch scene), Will is bathed in an almost angelic sort of light. “Strange dream” and “closing eyes” makes me worried that Will is going to be Vecna’d, though. “Pulling the strings…” Maybe that is hinting at Will gaining some sort of control over the Vecna trance, which also makes the sunshine line make sense (Max saying that “hiding in the light” helped her escape Vecna the first time).

“Counting/I count every second/And I'm standing/I stand in the rain, I walk up that lane/Which leads to the sunshine/She stands in the sunshine/She's closing her eyes/Then she takes me away and she's pulling the strings”—I think these lines foreshadow Mike getting Vecna’d as well, especially when we consider the lighting of the couch scene (Mike being in the dark, reaching out to Will in the light). The mention of the rain makes me wonder if these “stepping out of the rain and into the sunlight” hints began during the infamous S3 rain fight. If that’s the case…damn.

Extra note about this song: I noticed that on Mike’s playlist, this song comes directly after “Dead of Night” by Dance With The Dead. That song concerned me due to its lack of lyrics and death implications, but “A Victory of Love” being placed right after “Dead of Night” gives me hope that love truly will win in the end.

8: “Running in the Night” by FM-84, Ollie Wride

Right away I notice that we have another nod to the “running away” motif. Like damn, this is popping up a suspicious number of times…now the lyrics. I wasn’t able to sus out the meaning behind all the verses, but I found these particular lines interesting all the same:

“Oh, I'm running in the night so soon/I've got nothing left to lose/I'm leaving it all behind, running in the night with you/I won't let you get away again/We can see it through to the end/But whatever we do/I'm running in the night with you”—As I read through this, I’m pretty sure it’s about Will, especially with Mike’s “I don’t know, maybe I feel like I lost you or something.” Add that piece of dialogue with Mike being the one to grab Will’s shoulder in the cabin scene and their blocking on the hill in the final scene, and it just makes sense. Mike does not want to lose Will again. Omg the feels 🥰

“I used to be the one/I used to be your place to land/Under the shadows/Into the palm of my hand/You're always changing the situation/Just when we found paradise/You're always shutting down the conversation/I can never read your mind”—A reference to Will feeling secure around Mike, for sure. Season 2 Byler comes to mind readily. The part about changing the situation…that’s trickier. I think this might be a reference to the van scene, since that was the first time Will has ever lied to Mike. Mike can tell that something’s wrong, but he can’t figure out what.

9: “Something About You - 7” Version” by Level 42

“But making mistakes is part/Of life’s imperfections…Is it so wrong to be human after all”—This makes me sure that Mike’s wack-ass behavior these past two seasons is definitely not because he’s just as asshole. This was all intentional.

 “If ever our love was concealed/No one can say that we didn’t feel/A million things”—In an attempt to see it from multiple sides, I’m going to entertain the idea that this possibly could be about Microsoft, since El had to be hidden from the government. But my biased Byler ass is also pretty sure that this is hella queercoded.

“Oh these changing years/They add to your confusion”—Again, I’m going to try to look at this from both a Melvin and Byler viewpoint. But it’s still kind of going against Melvin—confusion about feelings over the years when, at face value, those feelings have been “clear” to the audience? And as for Byler…confusion about feelings…maybe referencing the shift from platonic feelings to something else? Again, pretty queercoded.

“I couldn’t live without you”—This is an interesting contrast to “I don’t know how to live without you” from Mike’s speech. Like other Bylers have mentioned, “I don’t know how to live without you” implies love because of need, and “I can’t/couldn’t live without you” implies need because of love. This is purely an opinion; these lines could be interpreted many different ways depending on where your biases lie. We all know which way I’m leaning…

10: “If You Leave” by Orchestral Maneuvers in the Dark

I…honestly think this song is foreshadowing a Mitochondria breakup. Yes, the song is about the singer not wanting to let their love interest go (to an extent), but I also noticed the phrase “I need you” thrown around a lot. Because of that, and the energy of the other lyrics in the song, I was getting the sense that the singer was afraid of loosing the person they were singing to. This is pretty on-brand for Mike. It’s been made pretty clear that Mike does not want to lose El—platonically, in my opinion. He cares about her and does not want to lose her. And if we’re going off of that, he’s afraid that a breakup would cause him to lose her, even as a friend. But…as I’m reading through the rest of the lyrics, you get those hints of “he doesn’t want to lose her, but he doesn’t want to be with her romantically either.” This was particularly clear to me with these lyrics:

“Oh if you leave/Oh if you leave/Don’t look back/Don’t look back.”

That kind of contradicts the rest of the song, which I found interesting, but it can totally apply to Mike if this is really how he feels about El.

11: “Cars” by Gary Numan

Okay, this is totally giving “repressed Mike/van scene” vibes. Lemme break down the lyrics:

“Here in my car/I feel safest of all/I can lock all my doors”—Feeling safe and locking doors sounds like the metaphor “putting up walls.” Mike has been putting up walls and repressing so much ever since S3 (and probably for much longer, considering his family life).

“Here in my car/I can only receive/I can listen to you”—Mike receiving and listening? Van scene vibes, 100%.

“Here in my car/Where the image breaks down/Will you visit me please/If I open my door in cars?”—Defiantly a reference to Mike feeling more comfortable around Will—letting his walls down, seeking emotional support. This goes not only with the van scene but the entire road trip in S4. An image breaking down…just remembering how Mike tried to pretend to be someone else when he first got to Cali to impress El. The “perfect straight boyfriend” image he was attempting to create. With Will, especially in the van scene, that image breaks down—Mike is more genuine, not trying to be someone else.

“I know I’ve started to think/About leaving tonight/Although nothing seems right in/Cars”—Ooooh…the implications. If we go with the idea that Mike knew he didn’t love El romantically before the van scene and was planning on ending things, this fits pretty well. And the confusion implied in the last two lines represents his conflicting emotions when Will gives him the painting and has the “being different” monologue. Will’s words made him feel loved, but he could still tell something was off (the Duffers saying that Mike “doesn’t fully understand” what went down during the van scene makes me think that although Mike didn’t get the full picture, he knew the pieces weren’t adding up).

12: “I Ran (So Far Away)” by A Flock of Seagulls

Right away, we see more still of the “running away” motif. In the title, and in some of the reoccurring lines in the song (“And I ran, I ran so far away/I just ran, I ran all night and day/I couldn't get away”). But then we get a little farther into the song and…well…things get interesting.

“A cloud appears above your head/A beam of light comes shining down on you/Shining down on you/The cloud is moving nearer still/Aurora borealis comes in view/Aurora comes in view”—What instantly came to mind was the lighting in the couch scene, of course! And then, it’s followed by THIS:

“Reached out a hand to touch your face/You're slowly disappearing from my view/'Pearing from my view/Reached out a hand to try again/I'm floating in a beam of light with you/A beam of light with you”—After Mike’s monologue, Will most definitely felt like he had no shot. He has attempted to rip off the bandaid and thinks it will be better for Mike and El if he just stayed back—so many Bylers have predicted that Will is going to try to distance himself in S5. But Mike doesn’t want Will to pull back. All the Byler moments after the monologue were initiated by Mike—and I’m specifically referencing the cabin scene here. The light imagery returns, and what we said about the couch scene (that Mike is reaching into the light for Will is foreshadowing for Mike realizing his feelings) is supported by the lyrics in this song.

13: “No Other Way” by Classix Nouveaux

“Where are the days/The days that time erased/Innocence/We've had has been replaced/We were so/Free of hate they've taken that away/All I see is responsibility forced on me”—I know we already had the theory that Mike was projecting his own insecurities in the rain fight with Will (“we’re not kids anymore” “it’s not my fault you don’t like girls”) but this really solidifies that for me. These lyrics prove that Mike really does want those days of being a kid back, that they are important to him but he is feeling the pressure to conform, be someone he’s not, and “grow up.” I really hope S5 will address this, because not only will this confirm that he was in fact projecting in that rain fight, but him wanting to hang onto his childhood and thinking that he can’t has become really important to discuss when we talk about Mike’s mental health throughout the seasons (especially S3-4). The rest of the lyrics reflect this message.

14: “After Hours Run” by Mitch Murder

This song had no lyrics—interesting how a great deal of the songs on Mike’s playlist have no lyrics. So I’m just focusing on the title and the artist. Mike’s playlist definitely seems to have a “running away” motif, something that many Bylers have pointed out. The word “Murder” being present makes me a little uneasy…

15: “Let’s Cruise” by Jordan F

This song…also has no lyrics. Inch resting. But “let’s cruise” can kind of fit with the “running away” motif.

16: “Night Crawler” by Gost

Yet another song with no lyrics. But the title and the album cover (picture below) are hella Vecna-coded and definitely further the “Mike getting Vecna’d” theory.

17: “Run Away” by International Music System

Yet ANOTHER nod to the running away motif. I believe this is brought up over five times in Mike’s whole playlist (emphasis on “over”). This song only has two lyrics:

“You can close your eyes to see me through”—Similar to “look right through me,” a line in “Mad World” (which I talk about in Part 2). Definitely implying that Mike is hiding something and putting up walls. Delusional theory time: Maybe when Mike is Vecna’d, El tries to piggyback to get him out (her using her sensory deprivation goggles to cover her eyes) and sees what he’s hiding? Fun thought to entertain.

“You can run away to search the truth”—Both the “running away” motif and a mention of truth. If we’re sticking with the theory that this song is about Mike and El, maybe the meaning here is that Mike needs to be broken up with El in order to learn more about himself (the truth). Honestly, this applies to El as well, since we’ve seen throughout the seasons that she grows so much more as a person when she’s broken up/away from Mike.

18: “Still Haunting Me” by Magic Dance

Without looking at the lyrics, this song totally foreshadows Mike getting Vecna’d. The use of the word “haunting” reminds me of this dialogue between Lucas and Max:

Lucas: “It’s like everyone Vecna targets has something in their life. Something that’s—“

Max: “—Hurting them. Haunting them.”

(Also, this is a bit of a tin foil hat theory, but to me, “magic dance” can sort of sound like possession depending on how you want to read it…)

And then I looked at the lyrics, and there wasn’t really anything alluding to Vecna’s trance, but I think it could be talking about Milkvan:

“There was this look in your eyes/Like fire burning to take flight/A distant call from the sky/Beckoning you to flee the night”—And again I say, ANOTHER reference to the “running away” motif. But I actually think these lines are about El, possibly foreshadowing a breakup with Mike. It’s giving “girlboss independent era” vibes, and I’m totally here for it.

“I never wanted it to end how it did/Another lover now crossed off/Off the list”—Yeah, from Mike’s POV I see how this could work, especially after the whole “I love you” monologue. If we’re right, and El is pissed and calling bs on that monologue, it probably won’t go well—we can maybe expect another fight. What makes me sure this isn’t about Will is that Will was never Mike’s “lover” and Mike isn’t aware of Will’s feelings (miscommunication trope, hello). And this song is fitting in with the other songs alluding to a Mitochondria breakup (a lot of these I will break down in Part 3). And although Will might have attempted to “rip of the bandaid,” he is not “crossed off” any lists in Mike’s mind. That shoulder touch and emotional conversation in the cabin were initiated by Mike, right? Right. Mike has not “crossed off” Will in any way shape or form.

“It's gone too far tonight/Let's bring our love back to the light/Where it once burned so bright/How can I let this die?”—Like I said before, after the whole monologue and Mike being desperately afraid of losing El in his life (platonically), he’s going to protest when El tries to break up with him. As we’ve inferred, he thinks that if they are not in a romantic relationship, she will leave him even as a friend—which she totally wouldn’t, seeing as they’ve been through so much, but it’s a valid fear, considering the “people never stay friends after they breakup” bullshit a lot of us have been fed. But what really stands out to me is the line “where it once burned so bright.” I’m not choosing sides in the gay Mike vs bi Mike thing (I think both would be great in their own ways), but if Mike turned out to be bi, I think this would fit pretty nicely. It would support the theory that Mike and El did once like/love each other romantically, but as they have gotten older, they have grown out of those romantic feelings.

20: “Beta Girl Lost in Forever” by SelloRekt/LA Dreams

Real tin foil hat theory comin’ at y’all now…

This song has no lyrics, so I’m just working with the title, album cover, and artists. I was having a hard time with the title, but the artists and album cover definitely stood out to me. First of all…LA Dreams? “CALIFORNIA DREAMING?” Damn, that’s a bit on the nose. The album cover…is pretty interesting as well.

So, we have two sets of lines forming an angle (colored blue and pink) and a glowing yellow sun. I notice that the album is called “Parallel Lines,” and the lines are running parallel—just not to each other. In fact, the blue and pink lines are not running parallel to each other—they are opposite each other. If you want to flip it around, the lines are drifting away from each other and fading out…

And then the glowing, yellow sun. The only thing shining a light on these two lines right now. The little extra circles of light overlapping with the blue lines. Yes, if the blue lines continued moving in the direction they are going (assuming they’re going up and to the left), they would eventually come in contact with the sun. Picking up what I’m putting down?

[maddie-van-fleet]

Love Through The Lens

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**Edited by @pictures-of-time **

Multiple part series// this will contain graphic scenes, so it is 18+, MINORS DNI.

I did make a playlist for this series, feel free to listen along while you read :) i hope y'all enjoy it!! I, also, will be linking the master list to every chapter, once I get it made! The first few chapters are really short but i promise they will be longer from this point! I just needed the backstory laid out first.

note: this is my first full series story, so i do apologize if it isn't the best! I have pre written a few chapters so that i am able to post the first couple chapters, since they're short! I will get more drafted up over the next few days, so i can post asap! Please let me know what you think, as i am always trying to improve.

Summary: It was always your dream to be a concert photographer, and you had finally landed yourself a reputable status as a freelancer. Life, though, takes a turn when you land a job for Greta. The plan was to do the job, in and out, nothing more, but things get quite complicated when you start to develop feelings for a certain guitarist.

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Chapter 1

You had known the boys since you were children. Your days in elementary school were spent playing games in the woods, having play dates at the Kiszka's house and riding the bus to school together. They had provided a sense of comfort to you, and through the years you had only grown closer. Throughout middle and high school, you spent more and more time together, evenings filling up with late night band practices, and for you, late night studying. There were few moments where you stayed away from them, and it truly felt like family, but as graduation day was approaching things took a turn. You had known the band meant a lot to them but you were never really sure if they were going to actually pursue it. Your parents had always been strict on finding a reliable career, and deep down you began to feel jealous of the boys for being able to follow their dreams.

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"So...you're actually going to do this...band..thing?" you asked Jake while walking back to their house after a day out shopping. 

"I mean yeah, why wouldn't we?" he asked, looking at you confused. 

"Well..don't you think it's just...unrealistic?" You let out with a deep sigh. But as soon as it’s said you regret it as Jake’s face drops and he steps a bit further away from you.

"Unrealistic? What do you mean? We’ve worked really hard.” 

At  his tone you look down at the ground, focusing on your feet as you walk, "W-well i just think… Are you actually gonna be able to sustain that? Like shouldn't you have a backup plan?"

Your tone starts to sound accusatory, not meaning it to be. Jake let out a scoff, "Really y/n? So what, you've just been pitying us? Did you ever even really like our music?", he asks, sounding angry. 

"I do, I just think it's important to have a plan for if it doesn't happen. You know, going outside of Michigan is a whole other story. They won't be as forgiving.” 

The next words he said caused the beginning of the end. "Woooow y/n. Okay. Just because your parents want you to get a boring job and work a 9-5 doesn't mean I have to. Not everyone wants to be a goody two shoes. Maybe you need to rethink your plan before you come after mine.”  

Again that jealousy kicked in. You looked back to him as the words left his mouth. You stopped walking and felt your face heat up as the anger flowed through your veins. He stopped as well, crossing his arms and gave you a glare. 

"Well I’m sorry, ASSHOLE, for trying to be logical with my life.  Not everyone gets the luxury of goofing off just hoping something happens. Some of us have to actually WORK for our success.”

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That. That was the last time you had seen or talked to Jake, or any of the boys. Afterwards they would avoid you, and while it broke your heart, your pride was too big to ever say sorry. So graduation came and the boys left almost instantly off to wherever the band had taken them. And you…well, you had moved to Nashville, hoping that you could get into your dream school and start your career without a single thought of the past. Ready to move on and make something of yourself.

[saeyoungchoismaid]

in all honesty, i don't know how this would work, but it intrigued me.

24 + diavolo, maybe? if you can find inspiration for it :)

You did it perfectly anon!! FINALLY an ask for hubby Diavolo <3 Lmao this was just supposed to be a little drabble like the rest of them but nO I just hAd to go overboard. So now I have to add all this mess:

Pairing: Lord Diavolo x gn!reader Genre: angst, fluff, fake dating au Warnings: uh his dad hates you??? Summary: With the Demon King wanting Diavolo to find someone to rule with him, it’s only natural that he lies and says he’s already found someone(you), right?  Word Count: 2k words (so much for this being a drabble lmao)

24. kisses for a cover (I’m assuming this means like a cover up like a lie)

Being the prince of The Devildom comes with many responsibilities, including but not limited to: running The Devildom since his father has no interest in The Devildom’s affairs, hosting events and gatherings to strengthen his bonds with other lords and the other rulers of the three worlds, keeping an eye on the student council (which is mostly composed of meddlesome brothers that he cares for deeply), and the list goes on. 

Oh, can’t forget the fact that he is required to marry and have someone to rule by his side. Yeah, that’s apparently an important one. He’s always realized his responsibility and has accepted all parts of his life as fact, but when you come down from the human world to participate in his program, his solid plans suddenly all come to a screeching halt. 

It becomes clear to him that he can’t go and marry someone just for the sake of The Devildom. I mean, he’s been ruling The Devildom for most of his life just fine without someone else! He decided he wasn’t going to do it. He doesn’t want to marry anyone except for you and when he does, it’ll be because you two are ready for marriage, not because it’s his duty as prince. 

His father didn’t like that though. 

Despite Diavolo being the ruler of The Devildom, he is not yet the Demon King. That title still belongs to his father, who always has the final say. And in this case, his final say is that Diavolo cannot rule the kingdom on his own any longer. 

Diavolo sees red when he hears this news. 

It isn’t until his father decides to host a party to introduce him to possible suitors that Diavolo lies and says he’s already found someone to rule by his side. When asked who, Diavolo says your name, and, of course, his father wants to meet you right away. 

The only thing is, Diavolo hasn’t told you of his true feelings, meaning you are oblivious to how he truly feels about you. His father cannot know of this though. So, with Diavolo on his knees before you, he begs you to pretend to be his lover. He promises that he’ll do whatever you ask of him, as long as you do him this favor. 

Unbeknownst to Diavolo though, you’re just as crazy about him as he is about you. So of course you agree to his plan. 

Asmo helps you with your appearance, Satan teaches you some big words to use in front of the Demon King to impress him, Lucifer teaches you the proper mannerism to use in front of him, Mammon lets you wear his most expensive jewelry, Beel shows you the correct silverware to use during the dinner and in what order to eat it in, plus what to avoid, Levi gives you history facts about The Devildom and what the Demon King has done for it before Diavolo took over, and Belphie reminds you to flatter the Demon King as much as possible to please him. Barbatos, of course, goes over everything with you again to make sure your success is definite. 

When you’re finally ready, Diavolo picks you up at six o’clock sharp to bring you back to his father’s mansion for dinner. He smiles when he sees you, though his smile shrinks a bit when he notices how stiff and nervous you are. 

“You look beautiful,” he whispers to you when you reach him, gently taking a hold of your hand to kiss the back of it. His smile returns to its original state when you smile at him, your cheeks gaining heat to them at the compliment. 

“Thank you. You look quite dapper yourself,” you reply softly, admiring him in his fancy suit. His smile turns into a grin, happy to hear that you like his suit. His tie is your favorite color and everything. 

“Well, let’s get going,” he says as he leads you to the car and helps you get in. He talks to you about every and anything on the way there, trying to distract you and calm you down before you arrive. It works up until the car pulls up in front of his father’s mansion, your throat suddenly going dry. “You’ll do great,” he promises. 

He helps you out just like how he had helped you in before assisting you up the grand steps. When you reach the door, he gives a single powerful knock before waiting. You two aren’t waiting long before the door is flying open and a small woman is standing there. “Good evening. Please come in,” she greets meekly, pulling the grand door open for you two to walk inside. 

You two are then led to the dining room, where your chairs are pulled out for you two to sit. Within the next minute, the Demon King is walking in. “Welcome, welcome! I’m glad you two made it here okay!” he greets, surprising you with how chipper he seems. He takes a seat at the head of the grand table, your hands starting to shake a bit in his presence despite how friendly he seems. During Levi’s history lesson, he told you about all the scary things he’s done in his time. 

As soon as he’s taken his seat, servants are flocking in with trays of drinks and appetizers. You all wait until they’re gone before beginning to eat. You stare down at your plate, trying to remember everything Beel and Lucifer taught you. Why are there three spoons and three forks? Surely you don’t need that many. You glance at Diavolo and pick up the same fork as him, taking a deep breath to help relax your nerves. 

You glance at the Demon King to find that he looks satisfied with your silverware choice. Was this a test? You don’t have time to ponder it before he’s firing into questions about you. The first one being: “So, you’re...human?” How are you supposed to answer that? Of course you are, and he obviously knows this. 

“Um, yes,” you stutter out, feeling your cheeks flush when you realize your mistake. “Yes, your highness!”  He lets out a small hum, seeming to make a mental note of your mistake. From there, things seem to only get worse. It’s like you suddenly forgot how to speak like a normal person and things you’d never say are flying out of your mouth. You’re just trying to impress him and make him approve of you but you’re doing the exact opposite. 

It isn’t until the end of dinner that he announces this. 

“You know, son, I’m not sure this one is the best idea,” he starts, frowning at you as he gives you a once over. Before he can even continue though, Diavolo is standing up and glaring down at his father with a look of pure anger. You’ve never seen him so worked up before.

“I don’t care what you think about them! You told me to find someone to rule with and that’s what I’ve done. I love them and they will be by my side as I rule over The Devildom!” he announces, making your jaw drop as you stare up at him. You close your mouth and clench your jaw though when you remember what you’re here for. He doesn’t actually love you. He’s saying all of this to convince his father that he’s found someone who will rule with him. 

You apparently tuned out of the conversation at the wrong time because the next thing you know, you’re being tugged up by Diavolo and his lips are finding yours. Your eyes go wide in shock despite your brain trying to yell at your body not to show any signs of surprise. It’s easier said than done though. 

All too soon for your liking, Diavolo is pulling away from your lips. Something flashes in his eyes—hope or love maybe? Eh, who are you kidding—before he’s turning to look at his father again. “You see? I don’t want anyone else; I want them! They’re mine and I’m theirs!” he shouts at his father. Before he can reply to his son, Diavolo is dragging you out of the room and to the front of the house where the car is awaiting you both. 

Diavolo is silent for a long time while you two drive back home, a heavy frown on his face and his knuckles white with how tight he’s clenching his fists. “I’m sorry for all of that,” he apologizes softly, bringing your eyes away from his hands to his face. He’s not looking at you though, simply staring out his window at the scenery passing him by. 

“It’s okay. I understand. Barbatos informed me of your relationship with your father,” you say softly. They get along and all, but they more often than not end up in some sort of disagreement. It’s normally about how things are being done in The Devildom though. 

He sighs and reaches over to take your hand in his, staring down at the small hand in his big one. “I hope you’ll still consider my proposal,” he says softly, making your brows furrow. 

“What proposal?” you ask. His eyes finally meet yours and your heart skips a beat at how expressive his eyes are. 

“To rule The Devildom with me, of course,” he replies like it’s obvious. Your brows shoot up to your hairline at this news though. 

“What? I thought that was just something you were telling your father, so he wouldn’t force you to marry some rando,” you rush out, trying to wrap your mind around his words. There’s no way he actually wants you to rule The Devildom with him. You wouldn’t know the first thing about ruling over thousands of other people—er, demons.  

His brows knit together at your response, his other hand moving to grab your free one. “(Y/n), I’m sorry. I...I should’ve said something sooner,” he whispers, staring down at your hands now. This only confuses you more though. 

“Tell me what sooner?” 

He’s silent for a long moment, trying to gather the right words he wants to say. “I love you. What I said back there, it’s true. I want you to be by my side and help me to run The Devildom. You have so many good ideas and suggestions, I just know you’ll make a wonderful leader.” 

Now you’re just gaping at him like a fish. 

“What? No. No, I...I can’t,” you mumble, pulling your hands out of his. He just pulls them right back to him though. 

“You can’t? Can’t what? Be with me?” he asks softly, his voice sounding close to breaking, just like his heart. 

“No! No, I...I want to be with you. I love you too. I just...I don’t know the first thing when it comes to ruling over demons, most of which want to eat me,” you reply, trying to sound playful and joking but failing, your words being too true and hitting too close to home.

That didn’t stop Diavolo from smashing his lips to yours for a passionate kiss though. “That doesn’t matter. None of it does as long as I get to be with you. I’ll even step down from being King for you,” he mumbles against your lips after you two pull back for air. 

“No, don’t do that. These people need you just as much as I do. I’ll learn how to rule with time. Just stay by my side, okay?” you whisper back, pulling away from his face enough to look up into his eyes. 

He smiles brighter than The Devildom’s moon as he nods his head rapidly. “I swear I will. I’ll help you every step of the way.” He seals his promise with another kiss...and then another...and then just one more to be sure.

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absolutely losing it over your 'mind your business' wille screencap this is pure gold 😂😂

also your thoughts!!! *discreetly slides you a can we be friends note haha stealth mode 100*

I'm so glad that my roommate is a heavy sleeper bc I may or may not have had a happy freak out when I saw I had another ask in my inbox skdvxksbd. I'm very glad you liked my "mind your business" wille, I made it in three minutes on my phone when I was ignoring my work <3

and OMG my thoughts. okay, I decided like, ten minutes ago that tomorrow I'm actually gonna post my whole lengthy thing of what I want out of s3, but!! here are some of my random thoughts that have been plaguing my brain:

starting off strong with the first thing I saw when I opened my notes app - this random idea that I had for a wilmon au: wille and simon as orpheus and eurydice. I got this idea bc I saw one of those "no one would sit at my grave" "he would" edits that are making the rounds on tiktok, and all the comments were saying "wille would follow simon to the grave" etc etc. and bc I'm a greek mythology nerd, my mind immediately went to the myths and then I was like "omfgs orpheus and eurydice." I can't decide who I want to be who bc on one hand there's simon who is clearly the musician out of the two. on the other hand I have this vivid image of wille going to the underworld and begging to save simon, willing to do literally anything to get the love of his life back

sticking on the greek mythology track for a sec (apologies, this probably wasn't what you were expecting, but I was one of the first members of my high school's greek myths club for a reason) - I love thinking up aus, and in a world where greek gods and young royals coexisted in the same universe, simon is 100% the son of apollo. like are you kidding me??? the sun was made for omar (and simon by default) (yes this is inspired by omar's insta pic)

pov outsider is like, one of my favorite things ever. in every fandom I'm in I inevitably search for it on ao3. and so I just love thinking abt what the people around simon and wille are thinking - like what do rosh and ayub see when they look at wille and simon???? they see their best friend who is strong in his beliefs against the upper class somehow being wooed by the prince of all people, then they see said prince break his heart, and then months later after they try to convince their bestie to move on, said prince is on national television basically proclaiming his love for their bestie. like I want to know what they were thinking!!! I want to see into their minds. I wanna know if they were somewhere like idk, maybe their school was broadcasting the thing or smth (idk what time of day it was sorry), and they don't wanna watch bc fuck him, he hurt their best friend, but then???? he turns around and takes back control of his own story and says no to harmful and empty traditions???? like if I was them I'd be losing my shit, full on what the fuck mode and texting simon to tell me everything bc I need to know what's happening

I also want to see into the minds of the average hillerska student. like they had front row seats to the Drama that is wille and simon - what were they thinking whenever their prince and that non res kid slipped into the music room together??? when simon nailed wille w the ball and the most reaction anyone had was the guy who was clapping behind simon??? what did the choir thinking when simon led wille away??? (bc they have to have the best seats in the house - they've been humming along to simons love song for wille for a while now, they gotta know it all, lmao). basically these pov outsider thoughts aren't fully fleshed out, but they rattle around my brain all the time and I'm always here wondering what people are thinking

something I want in s3 that's probably gonna be on my list: simon getting the fucking respect he deserves. like out of everyone at that school, wille is the one who respects him the most. wille was the first one to look past his societal labels and see the brilliant, shining boy that simon is. and yeah they've been dealing with all their shit so that distracted from it, but now that they're out, that there's no more hiding (they're stepping into the light skxjsj) - even w all that, I highly doubt that the majority of the hillerska population will give up their prejudices just like that. so I'm expecting to see students be kinda nasty, like I wouldn't be surprised if vincent ramps up his douchebaggery in s3 bc he's an elitist asshole. and bc I'm expecting that to happen, I'm also expecting wille to snap at anyone who tries to belittle simon, laying down the groundwork for simon to have his footing w all those rich kids and stand up for himself. idk, I just really want simon to be respected at school at the very least, bc we all know that the royal court ain't gonna be respecting him

on the topic of the royal court: fuck jan-olof. all my homies hate jan-olof. if I was in a room w the worst person alive and jan-olof, there'd only be one person in that room w me and it'd be that bitch jan-olof. I hope that while wille and simon are busy smiling next season, jan-olof will be suffering immensely

speaking of wilmon smiling, I need at least seven seasons of them just being domestic happy bitches after s3 is over please and thank you Lisa <3

I have a lot of vague fic ideas that I wanna flesh out, so hopefully I'll get the brain power to do that during winter break. some of those ideas are: a pov outsider from krissy's pov set in a hypothetical s3 where simon and wille are at the palace. they've just had a tense meal that was after an intense royal court meeting, and miss ma'am is frustrated. she goes on a walk to clear her head, only to end up hiding behind a corner bc there's wilhelm and his boyfriend, standing in the gardens under the moonlight. and she doesn't know why she doesn't immediately step up and make her presence known - maybe it's because she wants to understand why her son is so willing to throw everything away for that boy, or maybe it's because now, bathed in the moonlight, is the first time she's seen her son genuinely smile in over a year. it's the first time she's ever heard him giggle like that since he was a child being chased by erik, and it's all because of that boy who helped cause all this trouble. and it goes on and she eventually leaves but gets an appreciation for the way her son is never more alive than when he's with simon. I'm tentative abt writing this bc I haven't written in krissy's pov, but who knows. my OTHER idea I came up w like, after I finished s2 and had to silently freak out bc I was stupid and finished the show in the middle of a lecture hall😭 basically I wanna write all these times simon thought "I love you" but never said it and the times he finally does - I have another page in my notes app for when those moments should be, and who knows! maybe I'll write them one day

another thing I wanna write that's completely out of left field: just inserting magic of some kind or another into the yr universe. I have a bad habit of making everything magical bc thats where my eternal brainrot lies, so. if anyone wants to see that, hmu and I'll share some of my many ideas w the yr universe and magic (this includes many crossovers bc I'm also really bad at stopping myself from crossing over all my fandoms in some way shape or form)

anyways!! this is completely incoherent and an absolute mess, but that's kinda how my brain operates so I hope you liked at least some of it, lol. thank you so much for this ask, my excitement for being able to ramble abt yr is through the roof *discreetly accepts the can we be friends note bc hell yeah we can, your stealth mode is so good, 10/10*